#she is really scared of slipping because in my house we have a lot of really slippery tiles

[helionpegasus]

loml

Cassian x Reader

summary: reader and Cassian had a happy marriage, 'till their love wasn't enough. inspired by loml by taylor swift.

warnings: angst.

words count: 3338

author's note: this is big and sad :)

Who’s gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames? If we know the steps anyway.

Me and Cassian have been riding on the line between acceptable and an official couple recognized by the priestess and The Mother for a long time. 

I don’t know when exactly it started. It couldbe when we met for the first time on a Day Court Ball, and we both couldn’t hold our laughter after one of the courtiers slipped during the dance. It could be when i spent my first Starfall as a Night Court member, and he told me that he was gonna “Teach me how to properly drink”, but ended with the two of us drunk enough to sleep sitting side by side in the hall of the House of Wind. Or it could be when he arrived of the Illyrian Camps directly to my room and with tear in his eyes, saying that his heart could not handle seeing how children and females were treated there maintaining a stone face.

We embroidered the memories of the time I was away.

The first time we kissed was when I returned home hurt from a mission. Cassian stayed the whole night by my side, telling me things that happened when I was away, or tracing random shapes with his finger on my hand and arm.

“I was scared that we would lose you. I would lose you.” He said almost whispering, like he was telling me a secret.

“You’ll never lose me, Cass.” I said back to him.

I was staring at the window when I felt him pull his hand away. Once I turned my head back, our lips met. It was so gentle. The hands holding my face, and his lips silently asking if he could deepen the kiss or not.

I remember stopping to breath and giggle like two teenagers, just to look at each other with love eyes and start kissing again. And again, and again, the whole night.

I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed

“You’re not gonna officialize things?” Mor asked one day.

“What do you mean?” Was my answer.

“You and Cassian. Everyone sees the way you look at each other, and we also know that you crossed the “only starring” line. And if you want me to be honest, I think you two would make each other really happy.” The blonde said, bumping her shoulder onto mine. We were having tea while sitting on the House of Wind’s balcony.

“I don’t know… Cassian is a good male, Mor, and I’m not the only one that sees this. I think I’m just afraid, perhaps. Or just too insecure.”

“About what?”

“Maybe I will not be enough for him. He can find someone better, that maybe would match his soul, and I’ll not be able to endure that kind of heartbreak.”

“That sentence is full of maybes. Do you even know how he looks at you?” She asked. “There’s love in his eyes. There’s love in his body language when he’s next to you, and love in every single word he says toward or about you even though ‘love’ is not one of them.” Mor placed my tea cup on the table next to her to hold both my hands with hers. “Don’t waste a chance of happiness just because you’re afraid.”

I felt aglow like this. Never before, and never since

After that talk, it did not take a lot of time for me to build the courage to phrase my feelings to him. And it was a surprise - at least to me - that he felt exactly the same.

If you know it in one glimpse, it’s legendary

“Did I ever tell you?” Cassian asked me some weeks after we started dating.

“What?” I closed my book to give him my full attention. My legs are still resting in his lap while we are on the couch.

“That I fell in love with you the day we met?” He gave me one of those grims.

“Like those teenage romance books?” I asked, mirroring his smile.

“Yeah. I think it was when one of Beron’s sons asked to dance with you but you said no, and you put him in his place when he tried to talk shit about you.”

“That would have started a war.” He both laugh.

“You are the most incredible female that I know.” His hand squeezed my calf, like he was reassuring his words. “You are smart and so strong. I’m really lucky to have you.”

You and I go from one kiss to getting married

Nervous was too little to what I was feeling at the moment. 

“Your entrance will be in 3 minutes.” Mor said before returning inside.

My hands were sweating, my stomach was hurting and I felt like throwing up. But I didn’t have time to overthink how anxious I was feeling, because within seconds the double doors opened.

It was a small wedding, only close friends invited. My eyes immediately searched for him, and he was beautiful as always.

In the middle of the entrance, my eyes met our friends, and I swear I saw Rhysand shed a tear but he will never admit it.

We both agreed to have a quick ceremony, not having enough patience for something too long or with too much bureaucracy. But the little time was enough for him to say things that will be marked in my heart to the rest of my life.

“People can say that the way that led us towards this moment roamed quite rapidly. But right here, on this day that will be remembered forever by both of us, even though we have hundreds of years after us, I promise to love you ‘till we are nothing more than dust traveling in the universe.”

I couldn’t control the river of tears that I cried hearing his vows. It didn’t take a long time for us to feel a burning sensation on our wrists. The image of a little firefly, so small that it could go unnoticed, but a forever sign to the biggest decision of our lives.

You said I’m the love of your life, about a million times

Our eternal happiness lasted the whole three years. Then Under the Mountain happened.

Who’s gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate?

“Cass, this is a lot for all of us. We’re all scared and worried, but I can’t help you ease your tension or worries if you don’t tell me how you’re feeling.” 

We were twenty years into Under the Mountain.

“And could you even understand?” He stormed out.

“I can try.” I answered ignoring how his words felt in my heart.

“Rhysand is my family. And he’s in such a dangerous situation that he prohibited us from reaching him. How could I not feel worried and angry?”

“I know, because I am worried too. But I’m also your family, and you can share with me how you’re feeling, you don’t have to carry this all by yourself. We don’t have to carry this all by ourselves.”

“If we were mates we didn’t have to. We would just feel.”

I couldn’t hide my hurt expression this time. Of course I knew that we were not mates, even though we had a beautiful relationship that everyone claimed would be a Mate one, it’s been almost thirty years that we’ve been together and no bond clicked.

“I’m sorry, that was rude.” His expression softened once he realized what he said. “We don’t have to be mates. It’s really rare after all, and we have a perfect relationship.” He hugged me and I had to hold back tears. “And most importantly, we love each other.”

When your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fake?

Thirty years later we met Feyre.

And everything seemed to be perfectly fine, like the sun before a storm. And I wish my heart was only warning me about the war coming.

And all at once the ink bleeds

Cassian returned from Archeron's house a little air-headed. So I was trying to be really careful on how to approach him with questions about how it went.

“So, everything worked well?” I asked massaging his shoulders trying to ease the tension.

“Yeah, yeah. It was fine I guess, we sent the letter. Why?” His eyes were closed, voice soft.

“Nothing. You just returned, seeming a bit unsettled, so I thought something may have happened.”

I could feel his shoulders tense up again.

“Attor showed up there. I guess that just took us by surprise, but everything ended up fine, don’t worry, sweetheart.”

His response made total sense, so I tried to forget about it. It was a surprising threat, and a long trip flying back home, I thought.

But when we went to the Queens meeting, my heart felt a bit uncertain again.

There was something about how he looked at Nesta, a look that I could not translate. And also how he uncomfortably kept switching his weight to one leg for another everytime she was next to him or even just spoke.

She was certainly capable of saying some hateful words, so I was just thinking that maybe they had a wrong start. At least that was what I was trying to convince myself.

But I felt a hole, like this. Never before and ever since

“She is his mate isn’t she?” I asked Mor when we were alone.

I felt terrible by putting her against the wall, even more after everything that just happened in Hybern. But my heart was hurting too much for an answer.

Mor looked at me with wide eyes, trying to wrap her mind whether to tell me the truth or not.

“What?...”

“I saw the way you looked at her and then between both of them. And I think Cassian also knows, for Mother’s sake, I think already felt. So, please, tell me.”

“Yes… I believe so.”

I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. The hot tears fell down my face. And I wondered if the King’s power also didn’t affect the middle of my chest from how much pain I was feeling at the moment.

I didn’t see Mor kneeling besides me, didn’t feel her arms wrapping around my shoulders, and didn’t hear her comforting words trying to console me at my worst moment. All I felt was pain.

If you know it in one glimpse, it’s legendary. What we thought was for all time, was momentary.

The conversation with Cassian was nothing close to easy.

He admitted that he felt the bond the first time he saw her. And once she turned fae it only got stronger.

“Do you want to end things to try to pursue something with her?” It took me a while to be able to ask this. Not only because it hurts, but also ‘cause I couldn’t stop crying.

“No. Definitely not. We’ve been married for fifty four years, I’m not gonna just throw it all in the air. It will be hard to endure the feeling, yes, but we’ll keep our relationship. I love you, and that’s a forever promise.” He grabbed my wrist to caress his finger on the ink that sealed his vows.

Still alive, killing time at the cemetery. Never quite buried.

The next two years were not easy ones.

The plans we had for our future never made out of paper and conversations, because the whole situation never seemed to get better.

When Rhysand and Feyre announced that Nesta was coming to live with us, I felt like all the blood in my body freezed. Mor tried to help with the situation, proposing other ways to deal with her, since she was the only one to know, but her efforts had no success.

And once she started living with us, Cassian’s feelings got harder and harder to hide.

“Did you lose a bet with one of your brothers?” I asked one night. A smile already pulling up my lips at the thought of it.

“No, why?” He seemed confused.

“This one is new.” I traced my finger at the new ink on the end of his spine.

His whole demeanor changed when I said that. And he was quick with putting a shirt to sleep, a thing that he never does.

“What is it for?” I asked, scared for the answer.

“Nothing important.” He said going to bed. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

You shit-talked me under the table. Talking rings and talking cradles. I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all.

I quickly got up the couch in our room once Cassian opened the door.

“Hey, are you ok? Rhys told me that you three found a Kelpie, anyone got hurt?”

I rushed in his direction. My eyes scan his body for any scratch.

And then I felt the smell, like a slap in my face, making me stop in my tracks.

“No… No, you didn’t.” I started to go backwards. My vision started to get blurry with tears forming.

“I can explain.”

“Oh, yes.” I said with a sarcastic laugh. “Please explain to me why you had sex with another person while you’re married.”

“Don’t make this even harder for me.”

“Hard for you? Have you ever thought about how hard this situation is for me?” Tears were going down my face copiously. “I gave you an option, Cassian. Two years ago I asked if you would like to end things, for the sake of us both. And you said no, you said that we’ll keep going with our marriage, we had to try. But did you tried?

We had plans, Cass! It’s been fifty six years. We talked about buying our home, having kids! It’s been two years since you said for us to keep going but honestly we just stopped in our tracks.”

“Don’t do this to me. You know how much I wanted a family. You know how much I love you. But do you know how hard it is to fight this feeling? I feel like I’m going mad.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me? I made myself so open for you to seek your happiness, whether it was with me or not. But today you chose to cheat on me, and that hurts more than if you called to end things.”

Are they second-hand embarrassed that I can’t get off the bed? ‘Cause something counterfeit’s dead

It’s been three weeks since Nyx borned. 

With everything happening no one had time to process what happened properly. Rhys and Feyre immediately offered to let me stay in the River House with them. But I had to find my own way again, and after many days of not leaving my room, I was on my way towards the High Lord’s office.

“Hello, what a relief seeing your face again. How are you feeling?” He asked once I sat on the chair in front of his table.

“A bit better. Still a long way to go, though. How’s your almost a month of being a father?”

“It’s less tiring than doing this office work, I promise.” I laugh at his words, the first one in days. “But Feyre is definitely more tired than me, I try to help her all I can.”

“I came to say goodbye. It’s time for me to go to my own place, I’ll see Feyre after this.”

“Did you find a place in the city? We told you that you could have the Town House.”

“I actually decided to go back to Day Court. I already talked with Helion.” I said and  a shocked expression appeared on Rhysand’s face.

“If you think we’ll pick a side and that you’re not welcome here, you’re completely wrong. You are part of this family.” He says with a serious face.

“It’s nothing of that. I just think that I need some space and time to clear my mind of everything. I’m so grateful for all of you, but I need to do this for myself. I’ll be available for any help you need, though.”

It was legendary. It was momentary. It was unnecessary. Should’ve let it stay buried

Mor wanted us to have our last drink at Rita’s together. So here we are, at one of the tables with our drink in our hands.

“It surprises me that the vows mark stay there.” She said looking at my wrist. I look at it too.

“Love can come in different ways, and he didn’t specify.” We both laugh.

“I don’t think he’ll ever stop loving you.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him either.”

“I’m sorry.” She said and I gave her a confused look. “You were right all those years ago, about him finding a soul match.”

“Unfortunately, I was.”

“Why a firefly?”

“I always asked myself this. But now with the outcome, I think it makes sense. Wanna know a fact about fireflies? They only live about 56 days. And our marriage lasted 56 years.”

Oh, what a valiant roar. What a bland goodbye

“Hi.” I said when I saw Cassian make the corner of the living room. “I’ll be quick. Just didn’t want to go without saying goodbye.”

“Go?” His brows scrunched.

“I’ll go back to Day Court.”

“You don’t have to.” He says surprised. His body came closer like he was ready to stop me.

“I know. I want to. I’ll visit after some time, I have to see Nyx growing up afterall.”

“You have to see everyone. We’re your family.”

I’m combing through the braids of lies. I’ll never leave, nevermind

I was back in Velaris after a whole year. It wasn’t in my plans to stay away for this long. But I really needed the time.

It was Nyx’s birthday party, and I was slightly surprised that the High Lord made it only for the family. I was expecting for the most pampered baby in Prythian to have a whole festival for his first birthday, but his parents clearly had other plans.

“I loved your hair.” I heard someone beside me, and found Elain sitting on the chair next to me in the garden. “You fit the short hair really well.”

“Thanks, I had to cut it. Hair holds memories.” She only smiled at my answer and we kept observing everyone in silence.

“Did Cassian always have been good with kids?” She asked, looking at him playing with Nyx.

“Yeah, he always dreamed of having kids.”

“Well good thing his dreams are coming true, then.”

“I’m sorry?”

She looks at me wide eyed, like she just told the Night Court highest secret.

“You didn’t know? Nesta's pregnant.”

My world spinned for a moment. When I really thought I was over it. Will I ever get over it?

“If you excuse me.” I gave her a fake smile and got up to get inside.

Feyre and Mor must have seen me, because they walked behind me right after I entered the house.

“You didn’t tell me.” I turn to both of them.

“Would you come if we did?” Feyre asked and I couldn’t answer.

“I just… I thought it didn’t hurt anymore.” I started crying. And Mother, how I started hating seeming so vulnerable. “I really need to get over it.”

I felt them both hugging me. A warmth passing from their heart to mine.

“No one expects you to get over more than half a century of memories in such little time.” Mor says.

Our field of dreams engulfed in fire

“Do you think I’ll be able to find something like this again?” I ask but cut them in the middle of their thoughts. “Don’t answer, I’m scared of what it will be.”

The only thing they could do was hug me harder and stay there with me for the whole ten minutes that allowed me to have a weak mind.

And I still see it, until I die. You’re the loss of my life.

[writingforstraykids]

I owe you a kiss - Pt.6

Pairing: Minchan x femReader

Word Count: 5362

Summary: Once you're back home, your husbands try their best to support you, but the circumstances are taking their toll on you. It all goes well until you find out who was the one driving that night...

Warnings/Tags: mention of amnesia, angst, tiny mention of blood, fluff, cuddles, anxious!soft!min, caring!soft!channie, domestic stuff, husband!min, husband!chan

A/N: I know, I know it looks like shit in the beginning but trust the word count, it'll get all good, soft and domestic🖤

PART FIVE | PART SEVEN

Minho slips out of his shoes and stands still for a moment. Chan closes the door and hesitantly slips his hand into Minho's. “Kitten?” he asks quietly but gets no response. “Min, look at me, please.”

Minho does, looking at him with wet eyes, still not saying a word. Chan gently rubs his shoulders before cupping his face and flashing him a small smile. “I know I should be happy,” he finally says. “I know I should be relieved that she's awake and talking. I know I should be happy that we finally got her back. I know I shouldn't still be feeling like shit,” he rambles, and Chan soothingly fondles his cheeks. “But you know how much she hates losing control. You know how scared she gets of change,” he hiccups helplessly, and a few hot tears slip down his cheeks. “Once it'll all settle in, she'll hate me, and I-I can't even blame her because I did-didn't do anything else those p-past two months a-and-.”

“Hey,” Chan says so softly it makes him shut his mouth. “I won't let that happen, baby. It was an accident and there was nothing you could've done,” he says firmly and pulls him in close. “I'm so thankful you're both alive, you know? I don't know-” his voice breaks, and Minho's heart sinks at the sound. “I don't know what I would've done if…,” he stops himself, not daring to put his deepest fear into words. “I get it, Minnie because it would've been a lot easier without the memory loss. I'm terrified of hurting her because I'm not fully feeling well yet. But as long as you won't let go of my hand in all this, I know I'll be okay.”

Minho carefully pulls Chan's hands off his face and intertwines their fingers. “I won't let go,” he says.

“I'll always have your back, okay?” Chan asks timidly, and Minho nods quickly. 

“And I'll have yours,” he promises and squeezes his hands. 

“I could really use a hug,” Chan admits, and Minho doesn't hesitate, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. He gently sways them from side to side and exhales softly. “I love you, Min.”

“I love you too, Channie,” Minho whispers back and squeezes him tightly. 

-

Minho gently helps you out of your jacket and hangs it up for you. Neither Chan nor Minho had remembered that you only moved in here one and a half years ago, so the house was another factor. He watches you glance around the hallway timidly and swallows softly. “Anything familiar?” he asks gently. 

You swallow hard and shake your head. “Not besides…some of the interior,” you tell him. 

He notices how anxious it makes you and carefully slips his hand into yours. “Let me give you a tour, come on.”

You follow him through the house and recognize some bits of your old home. He tells you where to find the most important things, and seems like he's afraid to say anything wrong. It makes you sick seeing your husband try so hard to make you comfortable in a suddenly so unfamiliar place. “I-I'll go use the bathroom real quick,” you tell him, and he nods, telling you again where to find it. 

You close the door and take a deep breath, hugging yourself tightly. “Fuck,” you whisper and sit down heavily at the edge of the bathtub. If you wouldn't know Minho and Chan had been your boyfriends for four years and then husbands for another five you would've freaked out at the hospital. You couldn't remember the past two years of your marriage, but the seven years before are enough to trust them. Still, it all feels so weird. You don't notice how much time has passed until Minho gently knocks at the door and lets himself in. He sits down next to you, and for a moment, you're both quiet. “Minho?” you ask timidly. 

“Yeah?” he asks gently, turning to look at you. 

“Have I been a good wife to you and Chan? Did we have fights? Did I hurt you? Did you hurt me?” you ask, and he inhales deeply. “I know this sounds weird, but…I have no idea where we left off.”

Minho fidgets with his wedding bands and hums thoughtfully. “I can't remember anything big concerning the two of us, we usually get along very well,” he tells you, a small smile on his lips. “We were on a date before the accident. I was very tired, was fighting with Chan over the phone, and…you said you'd take me out for dinner. You were trying to cheer me up, and you did, you always do,” he says and gently clears his throat, pushing away the images of what happened after. 

“What about Chan?” you ask timidly, sensing something off. 

Minho straightens up and pinches his nose, trying to figure out where to start. “About…six months ago, Channie wasn't feeling very well. He was overwhelmed with work and had no resources left for either of us, including himself. He pushed us both away, and one night, when I was abroad, he called me, saying he got into a fight with you and something was seriously wrong,” he tells you and chews on his lower lip. “I called you, asking you to go back and check on him as I flew back home. Chan was feeling numb for quite some time, and we did our best to support him figure out ways to make him feel again. After a while, he decided to visit his family in Australia, take a break, and everything. I stepped in for him at work, and it was killing me,” he admits. “I missed him like hell. I had to lead our team, and I felt lost without him, but you never gave up on me,” he says and his hand subconsciously slips into yours. “He caught me on a bad day, we got into an argument, and well…then we had that accident. Channie got onto the next plane and came back home as fast as he could.”

“Is he still struggling?” you ask hesitantly, and Minho smiles weakly. 

“I don't know, Y/nnie. This whole thing has taken a huge toll on me. I broke down repeatedly and Chan took care of me as best as he could. He even got me a therapist, imagine that,” he laughs, and you can tell he's not really doing well with any of this. “I don't think he had much time to figure out how he truly feels. I should've been there for him more, but I…I could barely get myself out of bed sometimes.”

“I'm sorry,” you apologize timidly, squeezing his hand. “I'm so sorry, Min.”

Minho shakes his head firmly. “None of this is your fault,” he says and searches your eyes. “None of it, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod hesitantly. 

Minho inhales shakily, a suspicious shimmer covering his eyes. “I know this whole memory thing is shit, honey. I feel selfish for saying this, but I'm just so glad you're alive and back home.”

You smile weakly and squeeze his hand firmly. “As long as I have you two, I'll be okay sooner or later.”

Minho gently squeezes back and looks up as Chan steps into the doorframe. “Oh my, am I interrupting something?” he chuckles. 

“Hey, Channie love,” Minho says softly and Chan leans down to give him a kiss. 

“Hey, kitten,” he smiles, gently caressing his cheek. Chan turns to you and gently brushes back your hair, kissing your head, unsure if you feel like kissing. “You're okay?”

“More or less,” you nod, and he sits down on your other side. 

“We're always here if you need someone,” he tells you and gently pats your knee. 

“Thanks,” you nod tiredly. “I really appreciate it, this can't be easy for you either.”

Minho remains quiet this time and glances at Chan. “We're just glad to have you back. The rest we can figure out together,” he assures you. “Just let us know, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod gently. 

-

You turn onto your side heavily and are met with a sight that used to bring a smile to your face. Minho's asleep next to you, his hair hanging into his face, lips parted, and his bunny teeth showing a little. His lashes throw their shadows on his cheekbones and you once more notice how beautiful he is. You've been home for a week now and Minho took another two months off to keep an eye on you. You like being home with Min because he's there when you need him but lets you be when you don't. He doesn't push, he doesn't talk your ears off, and he tries his best not to handle you like you're made out of glass. Still, you can tell he doesn't see you when he looks at you. He doesn't see his wife. He sees the accident and the woman he lost due to the memory loss, and the guilt in his eyes suffocates you sometimes. 

You haven't dared look up the accident yet, but slowly, you can't fight the urge to see what really happened that night. Minho doesn't like talking about it, and Chan wasn't there. 

You slip out of bed and grab your phone, leaving your husband on his own. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you start researching and soon find article over article. Pictures of the crashed car send shivers down your spine. Investigating some further you can tell how worried your friends were about Minho during their interviews, who looks nothing but truly exhausted. You can tell he hasn't been sleeping much; his eyes look glassy in most of them, and Chan never leaves his side.

-

Minho looks up as you come downstairs to join him for breakfast and gets up, putting some waffles on your plate. “Thought you'd like something sweet,” he says and flashes you a smile. 

“Who was driving?” you ask, making him freeze for a second. 

“What do you mean?” he asks, but the slight tremble in his voice tells you he knows exactly what you mean. 

“The accident. Who was driving?” you ask again, stopping in front of the table. 

Minho carefully puts the plate down in front of you. “Does it matter?” he asks timidly. 

“It does,” you nod, tilting your head at him. “Will you be honest with me, or do I have to ask someone else?”

He stares at you, wondering what you're aiming at with that question, but gives himself a push. “I was.”

“Were you drunk?” you ask, and Minho's frown deepens. 

“No.”

“You said you were tired, was that it? Was that what made you miss something?” you ask, and he subconsciously takes a step back. “Were you so upset about Chan that you weren't paying attention?” 

“Y/nnie,” he pleads quietly. “Don’t do this.”

“Min,” you say firmly. “I can't remember the past two years of my life. I don't know what happened and no one can tell me because that'll only be your version of every day,” you say and take a shuddery breath. “Chan hasn't kissed me once since I'm back home, and you look at me like I'm something broken you're too attached to to get rid of. That hurts, Min. I just want my fucking life back!”

Minho raises his hands in defense and steps closer to you. “Honey, I'm sorry, you're right. I can't make up for all that time. But she said they'd come back to you in a few months, at least that the chance is very, very high,” he tries, but the way your eyes darken, he knows you don't want to hear any of it. He tries to brace himself for the emotional outburst that's about to happen, but he can't prepare himself for what you say next. 

“No, you really can't make up for it. Not if you're the one causing this whole mess,” you say, noticing the fear flickering in his eyes, but you don't care. “You were the one driving, you're the one feeling guilty, and now I know why. My whole life went to shit because of you!” you snap at him. Minho doesn't say anything, simply stares at you as your words sink in. His body trembles, his stomach tightening painfully, and his eyes filling with tears. “You fucked everything up, and you're trying so hard to make up for it by staying home with me. Now I know why you so desperately try to make me feel better, and I thought it was because you loved me!”

Minho looks at you as if you just hit him right in the face. A soft whimper leaves his lips, snapping you out of your rage, before tears start running down his face, and his body shakes with a sob. “I know, okay?!” he snaps right back at you. “I know it's all my fault! I-I know I fucked up, and I-I'm the one to b-blame,” he hiccups helplessly, taking a few steps back as you reach for him timidly. “I'm sorry, Y/nnie, I swear, I did-didn't want this.”

“Min,” you whisper guiltily, but your husband shakes his head firmly, biting back a sob. “I'm so sorry, darling, I didn't mean it.”

“Don't lie,” he says, voice cracking. 

“I'm sorry, please,” you try, but Minho pushes past you and goes back upstairs. You let him, knowing he can't handle you, seeing how badly you just hurt him. Helplessly, you grab your phone and call Chan. 

“Hey, baby girl, I'm on my way home. Is everything-.”

“Channie,” you whimper. 

“What's wrong, baby?” he asks worriedly, putting you on speaker. 

“I hurt Min,” you tell him, hugging yourself tightly and sitting down on the sofa. 

“Hurt him how?” he asks nervously, taking a turn left. 

“I said some dumb stuff about him being responsible for my life turning to shit and that the accident was his fault,” you say, and it's quiet for a moment. “Chan?”

“Ynnie…please tell me you didn't,” Chan says lowly, heart sinking to his stomach. “Please tell me you didn't.”

“I'm sorry, Channie, I didn't mean it,” you whisper timidly. “I was just…I don't know what got into me.”

“I…fuck, okay, I'll be home in a bit,” he tells you, swallowing down the lump forming in his throat. 

“Thank you,” you sniffle. 

Chan stares at his phone as you end the call and slams his hand on the wheel. “Fucks sake Ynnie, not when I finally convinced him otherwise,” he curses and finally reaches your street. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Chan quietly pulls the front door closed behind himself and swallows hard as he meets your anxious eyes. “Where is he?” he asks. 

“Upstairs,” you tell him. “Channie, I'm sorry,” you tell him, tears filling your eyes. “I'm so sorry.”

Chan sighs softly and opens his arms for you, pulling you into a tight hug as you get up. “I know you are. I know you're struggling, and I know we can't take that pain away,” he says, soothingly rubbing your back. “But baby girl, you can't forget Minho is a victim here too. He might have been the one driving, but he's also the one who saw you unconscious, covered in blood, and not knowing if you'd ever wake up again,” he tells you gently, without sounding like he's blaming you even a little. “He still feels guilty because he'd rather be the one getting hurt. He's been having nightmares and panic attacks and had a really hard time believing that it isn't his fault, you know?”

“I just fucked that up, didn't I?” you ask timidly. 

“I don't know,” he answers honestly. 

“I asked him if he was drunk,” you admit shamefully. 

Chan bites back a sigh, trying to be patient with you. “Okay, come on,” he says and pulls you to the sofa. “The police provided us the security camera footage, where you very clearly see who's at fault,” he says and grabs his phone, showing you the clip. 

You can see your car pulling up at the crossroads. Suddenly, a car races down the street from the right and crashes right into your side. It's raining heavily, making the road slippery and causing both cars to slide to the side a few meters. Once the video is over, you look at Chan horrified. 

“That other driver was drunk,” he tells you gently. “He was speeding, ignored a red light, and honestly, looking at this, it's a miracle you two are still alive. So please, don't blame anyone else but that guy, hm?” 

You nod quickly and chew on your lower lip anxiously. “Channie angel?”

“Yeah?” he asks gently. 

“Can you tell him I'm sorry? I don't think he wants to see me right now,” you say timidly. 

Chan nods and kisses your temple. “I will. We'll fix this, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, relieved. 

“I'll go check on him, alright?” he asks, and you nod bravely. Chan grabs a blanket and wraps you up in it, flashing you an encouraging smile. “We'll be okay.”

You timidly grab his hand and search his eyes. “I love you.”

Chan's face softens. “I love you too, baby girl.” 

-

Chan opens the door to the room he uses to work from home, suspecting that's where he'll find Minho. His heart breaks a little as he sees him sitting on the small sofa there, his legs hugged up to his chest. Minho's wearing a sweater of his, burying his face in its sleeves as he takes shaky breaths, clearly trying to calm down. He silently closes the door and walks over, kneeling down in front of him and soothingly rubbing his thighs. “Bunny?” he asks so softly Minho looks up with wide, teary eyes. It's a term reserved for their most private, intimate moments and it never fails to make Minho feel so safe and loved. 

He doesn't say anything, body moving on its own as he slips from the sofa and crawls right into his lap. Chan welcomes him with one of his most loving and healing hugs, nuzzling his nose into his hair. 

“I love you,” Chan whispers, cradling his head. Minho slumps against him, burying himself into his arms as deeply as he can, growing so small it breaks Chan's heart. 

“I'm so tired, Chan,” Minho says, voice raspy from crying. “I'm so fucking tired.”

“I know,” Chan says and turns with him in his hold, leaning against the sofa. “How can I help?”

“There's nothing you can do,” he answers quietly. “She hates me. I fucked up her life.”

“You really think that?” he asks patiently. 

“Doesn't matter. She does,” he says. 

“Do you?” he asks. “You think you fucked up her life?”

“Apparently, I'm not exactly making it easier,” he answers. “Since I'm the drunken, heartbroken, distracted fuck who got us into that accident.”

Chan mindlessly rubs his lower back. “Apparently…so you don't believe it.”

“I-” Minho grows quiet before pulling back and searching his eyes timidly. “Does that matter if she does?”

“To me, it does,” he nods. “You've been blaming yourself for months, saying the most hurtful shit about yourself…I think you made some progress,” he says calmly. 

“Not really,” he shakes his head. “The minute someone throws it at my face, I agree with them.”

“Bunny, can I tell you something?” he asks, and Minho nods tiredly. “She called me the minute you left, saying she fucked up. She asked me to tell you she's sorry because you probably wouldn't want to see her now.”

Minho's eyes fill with tears. “Really?” he asks timidly, and Chan nods. “I really thought she hated me now.”

Chan gently cups his face and plants a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. “She doesn't, I promise.” 

Minho messily wipes his cheeks with the sleeves before stopping in his movement and groaning at himself. “Fuck, I completely messed up your sweater.”

“That's okay,” Chan giggles softly. “We can wash it.”

Minho hums and smiles shyly. “Just really needed you close after that,” he tells him. 

“You're so cute,” he smiles happily. “Also-” he gets interrupted by the door opening. The two of them look up and see you standing in the doorframe, shaking with sobs. 

Minho moves before Chan can fully comprehend the sight and wraps you into a tight hug. “Shh, honey, it's okay.”

You hug back tightly and shake your head. “Nothing is okay,” you sob. “I hurt you. Just be-because I can't cope with what's happening.”

“It's okay,” Minho whispers gently, caressing your head. “I promise we're okay.”

You timidly grab his sweater a little tighter and bury yourself into him. “I'm sorry, Min. You didn't fuck up anything,” you hiccup. “I love you so much.”

Minho buries his face in your shoulder and shakes his head. “I know,” he whispers and squeezes you gently. “I love you too, my pretty girl.” 

“I just wanna feel normal again,” you whimper, and Minho's hold on you tightens. 

“Try and give yourself some credit, honey. You went through some shit, and you're still dealing with the aftermath,” he says softly and kisses your hair. “Try being a little more patient with yourself.”

Chan smiles sadly, remembering himself saying something so similar to Minho only weeks ago when they went for a walk. So he did listen. 

Two weeks later

You anxiously meet your reflection in the mirror before staring down at your products on the sink. Chan said he'd take you both out to dinner, and you just wanted to look nice but you had trouble remembering your routines. You talked to your doctor about it, and she told you it's completely normal to get confused easily by those things at the moment. 

Minho walks into the bathroom, buttoning up his shirt, and flashes you a gentle smile. “You're alright, beautiful?” 

“Yeah,” you nod quickly and stare back down at your things. “I…I think I need help,” you tell him, glancing up at him as he fixes his hair. 

“Sure, what do you need?” he asks, not quite picking up on your struggle yet. Minho grabs your concealer and carefully hides the dark patches beneath his eyes. He's still not sleeping well, and it shows. 

“I uh, I forgot what I usually do,” you tell him, waving at the various items displayed at the sink. “Like…did I have some sort of routine? Because if I did it's nonexistent in my brain right now.”

“Oh,” he nods and puts your concealer back down. “Uh, I'm not sure, but I can still help,” he tells you, and you smile relieved. “One second,” he winks at you and leaves the room, coming back with a chair. “Alright, take a seat, honey.”

You giggle softly and do as you're told. Chan joins you, chuckling in confusion as he sees you. “Min's helping me, my brain is letting me down right now.”

“Oh,” he laughs and watches Minho grab some of your things. “Yeah, it's good you asked him and not me.”

“I had a feeling,” you tease him lovingly.

Chan chuckles and turns back to the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt. He fixes his hair that frames his face in those beautiful curls you love so much and you can see the frown forming on his face before it’s fully there. It’s beyond you how both of your husbands were this stunningly pretty and still had their trouble believing so, Chan much more than Min. “Channie?” you ask gently, and he hums in response. “You look very handsome.”

Chan meets your eyes through the mirror, face softening. “Thank you, baby girl,” he says with a sweet, shy smile. Minho turns around, taking in the sight of his husband, and hums agreeingly before slapping his bum. Chan snorts and fondly rolls his eyes. “Typical.”

“That’s your own fault wearing those trousers,” he smirks before getting started with helping you. “Who even allowed you to leave the house in those, huh? Surely not me. No one else should be allowed to see how well-.”

“Minho,” Chan whines in protest, blushing heavily. “Shut up, will you?”

Minho smiles softly and then you realize he must’ve noticed Chan’s insecurities getting the better of him as well. “Only because it’s you,” he tells him fondly. “So, I think you started like this,” he tells you. He talks you through it, checking in with you if what he’s doing makes sense, and tries his best to make you satisfied with the result. Only a little later you’re ready to go and thank him happily. “Always, princess,” he assures you kindly. “You need help with your hair as well?”

“No, thank you, darling,” you smile at him. “I’ll be done in a bit.”

“No rush, honey,” he tells you and kisses your cheek before leaving you some space. He joins Chan downstairs, who’s standing at the kitchen island, bent forward on his elbows as he checks his phone. Minho smiles at the sight and steps behind him, wrapping his arms around him. Chan gently intertwines their hands on his stomach and finishes his message to Lix with one hand. “You’re alright, kitten?”

“Yeah,” he nods and nuzzles his face into his neck. “Ah, you put on my favorite cologne,” he smirks, burying his nose deeper into his skin. 

Chan hums, agreeing, and turns off his phone, turning in his hold. He smiles as their eyes meet and gently nudges his nose with his own. “Pretty boy,” he whispers, and Minho blushes softly. “I miss you.”

“Miss me?” Minho frowns gently. “I’m right here, love.”

“No..like,” he leaves the sentence unfinished, gently squeezing Minho’s hips. 

“Oh,” Minho laughs brightly and kisses him sweetly. “I can stop by the company tomorrow, just make sure Sungie and Binnie aren’t around.”

“I think I can arrange that,” Chan chuckles, gently cupping his face.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish now,” Minho warns him, and Chan rolls his eyes, kissing him lovingly. Minho kisses back sweetly and pulls back soon, knowing Chan could get lost in kissing way too quickly. They really didn’t have time for this now. Not with you coming downstairs any minute, still finding your way back into your marriage. “Channie…is that place you picked in walking distance?” he asks. 

“I figured there’s a chance she doesn’t feel safe to drive yet, so yes,” he nods, and Minho hums, relieved. “Also, you aren’t exactly keen to sit in a car yet, either.”

“Not really,” he chuckles agreeingly. “Thank you, Channie.”

“For what?” he frowns softly.

“For being so considerate and caring,” he smiles, shaking his head as Chan is about to respond. “Don’t you dare say it’s nothing now, I will kick you.”

“Oh,” Chan nods, holding back a laugh. 

“Idiot,” he giggles fondly, poking his side.

“I’m ready,” you interrupt them gently, standing a little away from them.

Chan smiles at you sweetly. “You look beautiful, baby girl,” he tells you, and you mirror his smile. 

“Our beautiful girl,” Minho agrees proudly, taking your hand and pulling you closer. “We should probably leave, right?”

Chan checks his watch. “Yeah, we should.”

You swallow softly and glance at them timidly. “Can I sit in the back?” you ask.

“I thought we could take a walk, it’s close by. If we’re lucky, we can see the stars on our way back home,” he says, watching your eyes brim with tears. “Or we can take the car?” he asks nervously.

“No,” you shake your head and laugh weakly. “I would prefer walking,” you assure him. “Thank you, Channie angel.”

“God, you two sometimes,” he breathes out, squeezing Min’s and your hand. “It’s nothing, really an-ey!” he breaks off in protest as Minho punches his shoulder.

“I told you, it’s not nothing. It means a lot, my love, and we’re very happy to have you,” he says. “Also, be glad I didn’t kick your pretty a-.”

“Okay,” Chan laughs and pulls you both with him. “Enough of this now, you’ll make me get all sappy, let’s go.”

-

You enjoy your first evening out immensely. It makes you feel less like something’s wrong with you. Both Chan and Minho focus mostly on you, making sure you’re alright and comfortable. The many smells and loud noises are overwhelming at first, and they try their best to distract you. Once you allow yourself to relax, things get easier. Dinner is delicious, but what truly makes your evening is the laughter, gentle touches, and the way they make sure you’re part of the conversation. 

On your walk home, you indeed see the stars painting the dark canvas of the night sky. You’re walking between them, holding onto their hands, and feel a lot closer to Chan as well. Minho occasionally points out constellations, sometimes playfully bickering with Chan about the correct name. You find yourself smiling, genuinely smiling, for the first time in a while. You think about your day and suddenly stop in your tracks, leading to your husbands turning in confusion. 

“Y/nnie?” Chan frowns as your eyes fill with tears. “Are you okay?”

“I remember that place,” you breathe out, and they both stare at you with wide eyes. “We had dinner there the week we moved in, didn’t we? Channie, you spilled your drink all over Min’s pants. Min, you wouldn’t stop cursing because it got all sticky and-” you break off in wonder as your mind forms such vivid pictures of that day. 

Minho laughs wetly, a hot tear falling down his face. “Yeah, yeah, that’s exactly what happened.”

Chan still stares at you in wonder before laughing weakly. “You remember?”

You nod happily, messily wiping your cheeks. “Yeah, I know that’s not much, but-.”

“No, baby, this is huge,” Chan smiles through tears, wrapping you into a tight hug. “That’s your first breakthrough after only three weeks, baby.”

You giggle happily and beam at Minho, who’s still frozen in place. Reaching out for him, he takes your hand and lets you pull him into your hug. Minho cups your cheek and kisses your forehead softly. “I’m so happy for you,” he tells you genuinely.

-

Back home, as you prepare for bed, the weight of the day slowly settles on your shoulders. For the first time since you got back home it doesn’t feel like the burden of another wasted day but a blanket of comfort. It reminds you of the love and care that surrounds you in the presence of your husbands. Minho brushes your hair as Chan takes off your makeup for you, both as gentle as they can get.

As you lay in bed between them, the events of the past few weeks replay in your mind. The argument with Minho feels like a very distant memory now, simply a hurdle you’ve all overcome together. His forgiveness, his understanding, and his undying love for you feel like a balm for your wounded, anxious heart. Chan’s patience, kindness, and unwavering support for the two of you remind you of the strength of your bond.

In the quiet of the night, with Chan’s steady breathing on one side and Minho’s warm presence on the other, you feel a sense of peace lull you in. The road to your recovery would still be a long one, and you weren’t naive enough to believe that there wouldn’t be any more challenges.

You whisper a quiet “I love you” into the darkness, and in the soft murmur of their responses, you find a promise—a promise of healing and a love that will never leave you. You don’t know why, but right here, you understand that no matter what comes your way, you’ll face it together as a family. With that thought, you drift into a peaceful sleep, knowing that with Chan and Minho by your side, you’ll be okay. You would talk to Chan about the distance you feel another day, and you’d work through your shared trauma with Minho another time, supporting him through his share of the deal as well. For today, you’re glad to be able to fall asleep between the loves of your life.

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[ashwhowrites]

could you do a Robin fic where reader forgets her diary at Robin's house after a sleepover (they're childhood best friends) and Robin decides to take a peek when she sees what reader wrote about her and all the things reader wants Robin to do to her, and then Robin does those things to her. Idk if this is a good request so if you don't like it don't do it. Anyways, love your fics!! 🩷

I love my baby Rob

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Dear diary

YN and Robin had been best friends for years. They met in elementary school and haven't been apart since. They told each other everything and nothing was a secret when it came to each other. Except for one little thing, Y/N never told Robin. Y/N never came out to Robin or told her she was in love with her. Y/N knew Robin liked girls, she knew before Robin told her. Y/N wished she had come out when Robin did, but she was scared.

Watching Robin grow into an attractive and mature woman was hard for Y/N. She always wanted to call it a small school crush, but it was past the crushing level.

Y/N didn't have other friends she wanted to share the information with, so she wrote it in her diary.

After the sleepover Y/N had with Robin last night, she had a lot to write about. She unpacked her bag and kept an eye out for her diary. She felt panic seep in her bones when the bag was empty and the diary was nowhere to be seen.

~

"I'm always amazed by how blue her eyes are. It gets hard to follow what she says because she is so distracting."

"We watched another movie tonight. It was her pick so I didn't understand the movie. But I loved listening to her reviews."

"We walked through the rain and I only thought about kissing her."

"I need to stop buying her rings. It's getting too attractive."

"I love the way she holds my hand through the store."

"I love it when she picks on Steve, sometimes he deserves it."

"I wish she'd kiss me."

"I wish she'd rent a horror film and let me hide in her arms. Baby me and slip me on her lap and take my breath away with her body."

Robin slammed the diary shut as she felt guilt rushing through her. She knew all of her best friend's deepest thoughts. Stuff she never guessed Y/N thought about. But Robin couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach. Her best friend liked her, and really liked her.

Robin chewed at her bottom lip as she weighed out her options. She wasn't sure if she should admit she read it or not. Would Y/N be pissed?

Yeah, probably Robin! You read about her secret crush on you

Robin jumped as she heard the phone ring. She set the book down on her bed and walked out to the kitchen. She answered and tried to keep her breathing normal.

"Hey Rob, did I leave a book there?" Y/N asked, nervously chewing on her nails. She hoped Robin didn't open it, or noticed that it was a diary not just a book.

"Um yeah, it...was on my floor! Yeah right there on the floor. Do you want me to bring it to school tomorrow? Or I could bike there right now. I think it might rain but I ha-"

"Tomorrow is fine, Rob. I'll see you in the morning," Y/N laughed as she hung up. She was used to Robin's rambles so she didn't think twice about it.

"I'm fucked," Robin said to herself as she slammed the phone on the wall.

~~~

Robin burned fire on her driveway as she paced. Y/N would be here any moment and Robin was horrible at seeming nonchalant. Her brain kept seeing the words written on the paper.

Robin took a deep breath as Y/N pulled up. She got in the car and tried to focus on being calm.

"Morning, Rob" Y/N said with a smile

Robin sent her a smile and handed over the book. Robin felt her stomach get tight as Y/N looked up and stared into her eyes. Was she thinking about how blue they were?

"What is it? It doesn't have a title or anything" Robin asked, not sure if she was making herself suspicious or in the clear

"Like a little journal. Nothing important in it," Y/N shrugged and tossed it in the backseat.

Robin nodded and left it at that.

~~~

Now that Robin knew about the crush, she wanted to do something about it. She has had a crush on Y/N since she could remember.

"Horror? for Y/N? Since when?" Steve asked as Robin checked out the film.

"She happens to want to watch one," Robin said, as she rolled her eyes. "Which I know because I'm her best friend. Just two girls watching a movie...together as friends. Sure, we might hide under a blanket but it's all just as friends!"

"You okay?"Steve asked, he eyed Robin with suspicion. He watched as her face got red and she stuttered a little more.

"What is with the investigation? It's a movie date! Not a date! It's not a date, just a movie with a friend"

"Movie with a friend sounds fun," Steve said, still worried about the girl as she raced out of the shop.

~

Robin might have covered her fingers in pretty rings. And she might have applied a clear gloss and sprayed perfume on her neck.

"Steve recommended this movie so I thought we should give the dingus a shot to be right for once," Robin said as she clicked play on the film. Both girls under the same blanket as Y/N picked at the bowl of popcorn.

Y/N laughed at the dig at Steve, but she was excited it was a horror film.

As the movie played, the closer Y/N got to Robin's warm body. The bowl of popcorn was moved to the table as Y/N launched herself into Robin's arms and hid her face in her neck.

Y/N silently purred to herself as she smelt the perfume on her skin. She smelled addicting.

"You don't have to be scared, I got you, sweetheart." Robin cooed as she wrapped her arm around Y/N.

Y/N felt her heart race, she could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

"Thanks," she whispered shyly

"Just a movie, I'll protect you," Robin said, she looked down but couldn't see her face. "Would you want to...sit in my lap?"

Robin felt herself hold her breath as the question hung in the air. She prayed Y/N wouldn't think too hard and connect the dots.

Before Y/N could answer, Robin's arms were already yanking her over. Y/N felt her stomach flutter as she slipped on Robin's lap. She sat face to face with Robin, the movie lost in the background.

"What are you doing?" Y/N whispered, her eyes lost in the ocean blue of Robin's eyes.

"Taking your breath away," Robin whispered as she leaned in

Y/N felt pounding in her chest...and in between her legs as Robin cupped her face. The coldness of her chunky rings sent shivers down her spine.

Y/N held her breath as Robin closed the space between them. Her glossy lips were delicately pressed against hers. Y/N moaned as she kissed Robin back. Y/N's arms moved up to wrap around Robin's neck, deepening the kiss.

Robin kept one hand on her face and the other one moved down Y/N's back and slipped underneath her shirt. The feeling of Y/N's bare skin on her hand made Robin burn with desire.

Robin licked Y/N's bottom lip, asking to take the kiss to another level. Y/N happily agreed, opening her mouth as their tongues touched.

Y/N couldn't help but rock her hips against Robin, her hands moved into Robin's hair. She yanked and tugged as Robin growled.

Needing air, they pulled back. They panted as they looked at each other. A shy smile on Robin's face as Y/N looked shocked it all happened.

"I read your diary. I know that it was wrong, but I read too much. I know you like me and I like you too. I'm sorry for invading your privacy but I couldn't ignore what I read. I've liked you for so long and never had the right words to say." Robin explained, still a little breathless.

"I feel like I should be mad, but I got what I wanted." Y/N smiled

"I've always wanted to kiss you too," Robin confessed, her thumb softly pulling on Y/N's bottom lip.

"What do we do now?" Y/N asked

"I ask if you want to be my girlfriend? I think? I'm not sure most of Steve's stories end at the kiss and he doesn't see them again." Robin said

"Girlfriend sounds perfect," Y/N smiled

They shared a smile before their lips smashed together.

Maybe Y/N should leave her diary around more often.

[hobisstar]

moving you | jjk x plussize!reader

summary: sitting on weverse with your best friend seems like fun! until your best friend finds his fingers deep in between your folds.

warning: jungkook is touchy, yn is also touchy, matching besties, smut, jungkook dom, yn sub, yn champagne confetti. i think thats it.

it was time. time for yn, his favorite person outside of family and friends to come over.

this was normal ya know, her coming over every other week for week just to sit with jungkook and bam. but this time he had to do something.

so jungkook grabbed his phone and sat it up on his kitchen counter. he was going to go live on weverse. he has talked to her before and asked if it was fine, he wanted his fans to meet her really bad and she agreed without hesitation.

this wasnt his usual lives though since yn was over. its was kinda like a meet & greet through weverse if you will.

yn was just walking in from the bathroom when he grabbed her hand and pulled her close. jungkook kissed her cheek off camera and then pulled her into the camera, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“army, this is yn. i’ve promised you guys were going to meet her..” he smiled and watched the comments on the live go by extremely fast. it was definitely hard to read anything they were saying but jungkook managed to see a few comments.

“matching pajamas? you guys look like a couple. we get told that a lot. believe it or not Joon, bought these for us for my birthday.” he answered. “ your bestie is my bestie. no, she is mine only.” he laughed. yn smiled watching the interaction between him and his fans.

yn pulled to go pet bam since he was staring at her and whimpering this entire time. she sat down and cuddled with bam on the floor and laughed as he continued his live.

“me and yn want to back some brownies. even though its 2 am” he mentioned as she stood up. walking up to him and stating “ Kookie was hungry and thats all he has in his house” laughing as she walked back into the camera.

as much as he thought this wasnt going to work, it was going smoothly. they were baking and interacting with army as if this was normal. but the only problem was that, jungkook loved putting his hands on any part of yn. she liked doing the same. since being on live they haven’t really touched and he misses it.

“we will be right back army!” he stated and took her to his bedroom. their bedroom at this point because his sheets smelled like her.

without missing a beat he instantly pulled her into him gripping on her hips and letting his hands rome down to her ass.

he gripped it softly then slapped both cheeks. she chuckled and held onto his biceps.

you know jungkook and yn have been this way since theyve met actually.

they have always been blunt, touchy, honest with each other. it’s normal. so normal that the rest of the group is so tired of seeing it.

“if we are gone too long they are going to assume that we are doing something naughty…” yn whispered to his ear which sent him to chuckle.

“ ah… you are such a tease..” yn watched him poke his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

one of yns biggest fears was crushing Jungkook. everytime he sits her on top of him its a fear. when she sits on his face. its a fear.

jungkook absolutely enjoys it. give him a run for his money. or life.

he loves it :)

absolutely. never be scared to give your man or bestie all of your weight. youd be surprised how much they can handle.

anyways, jungkook picks yn up and puts her on his desk. not caring if she was sitting on important information.

“then we should make this quick no?”

without waiting for a response jungkook kisses her deeply and eagerly. its like there lips were made for each other. both their bodies were crafted for each other’s.

wasting no time, he slipped her pajama pants down to her ankles. he glade he persuaded her to not wear underwear with him. this is so much easier.

going back to her lips he slowly massaged her clit with his four fingers. he loved her lips but right now he needed to mask her moans with his own lips.

“your so wet for me and i barely did anything yet” jungkook whispered into their kiss which made her shiver and whimper into the kiss.

“please… kook please” yn quietly whined.

needing to hear nothing more Jungkook entered two digits and slowly moved them while he bit on her lip. he felt her grinding against his fingers trying to get him to go faster to which he did. soon, he was moving his two fingers in and out of her at a nice enough pace. yn felt her wave of orgasm coming with each sharp thrust of his fingers. as if on que, yn bit his lip and he speed up even faster.

“ oh fuck k-kook im cumming…” jungkook smirked and took his fingers out and slapped her clit fast watching her release and go to her high. He put there lips together again and she moaned well probably screamed into the kiss as she squirted all over his floor and desk.

he slowed down his hand and soon massaged her pussy helping her come down from her high.

yn was a shaking mess and very limp. when she opened her eyes she saw jungkooks shirt wet and the floor infront of her covered in her juices.

he kissed away her shock then pulled away chuckling.

“ mmm… champagne confetti.” kook looked her up and down with lust in his eyes. god he needed more.

without saying a word he walked out the room and grabbed his phone “ army, im sorry but i have to end the live… yn got a little tummy ache and i need to comfort her.. ill talk to you guys later. Bye!” he smiled and waved ending the live.

he put his phone on the counter then also grabbed the oven mitt and took the brownies out the oven. those will definitely be good, but not better than the meal he was ready to have.

after putting the brownies on the stove to cool off, he headed back into the room and smirked while closing the door.

“ready for round two, doll?”

[munsonsprincess11111]

Hi! Can I request Eddie x reader and she's his passenger princess?

All of her friends tell her to learn how to drive and get a license but Eddie's okay with driving her and he always tells her it's not a problem.

One time at a party Eddie's super drunk and he obviously can't drive back home. He's extremely surprised because she drove them to his trailer.

It turned out she has a driving license but she's scared to drive and only agree when streets are empty.

Even though drunken Eddie ask her to forget that she can drive because he likes spending time with her.

Thank you for your time 💜

Passenger princess...

Eddie x reader

Summary: this is my first request and omg. That's the Summary I actually love this.

"Y/n you really need your own license you can't keep getting Eddie to come get you from everywhere what is he says no?" Robin says sat on a bench outside the mall with you. She's been trying to convince you for ages to get your license but you refuse.

"HE won't say no ok he may be a tad late but he loves me." You say fiddling with your bag.

"What if he's busy and can't come get you? Then what?"Robin retaliates.

Before you can answer Eddie pulls into the parking lot pulling up next to you.

"Hey sweetheart get in." HE says leaning across to open your door.

"Gotta go Rob see you later." You say getting in Eddie's van. Robin shakes her head and walked back into the mall to go back to work.

You buckle your seat belt and sit back in Eddie's passenger seat before he drives out if the mall parking lot. "How was the mall." HE askes sliding his cigarettes out of his pocket slipping one between his lips before lighting it.

"Was fun same old stuff really got a new dress for that party tonight though." You say putting your feet on his dash he looks at you out the corner of his eye smirking and rolling his eyes.

"Do we have to go to that." HE asks, blowing the smoke out the window.

"Yes you are dealing there remember?" You say taking the cigarette out of his mouth throwing it out of your window.

"OH yeah." Eddie says leaning back in his chair.

"Hey can I ask you something?" You ask playing with your hands. Eddie's lighting another cigarette.

"Course you can princess." HE answers sliding a hand onto your thigh. You take his hand and fiddle with his rings.

"DO you mind driving me places. Like does it bother you?" You say Finally looking at Eddie.

"Nope not all sweetheart. Ask me that question as many times as you'd like the answer will always be the same. Your my passenger princess. Wouldn't want it any other way." HE says being your hand to his and kissing it.

You smiles at his response and nod. "Love you." You mumble.

"Love you more." Eddie smiles back around his cigarette.

-

You and Eddie arrived at the party about 3 hours ago. He told you about an hour ago he was gonna go talk to Steve and Jonathan while you was talking to Nancy and Robin. "You should just get your license. I have mine, and Jonathan drives me places. it's just like an independence thing, you know?" Nancy says with Robin nodding next to her.

"Thanks girls but I'm OK. I'm gonna go find Eddie." You say crossing your arms over your chest walking into the kitchen where you last saw Eddie. To your luck that's exactly where he is. But just from one look at him you can tell he's sloshed.

"Hey hot stuff!" He yells wrapping an arm over your shoulders. "God Eddie your drunk." You say looking him in the eyes. He frowns ans shakes his curls.

"No babe I'm just a lil tipsy." HE says patting your head. You shake your head and grab his hand dragging him outside the house. "Give me your keys." You say putting a hand out. He looks at you eyebrows furrowed. "Keys." You say again. He reaches into his denim pocket and gives you the keys. You nod walking over to the van Eddie's hand in yours.

-

"Your telling me you could drive this whole time." HE says starring at you from the passenger seat of the van.

"Yes Eddie." You says concentrating on the road.

"Wha- why didn't you tell me?" HE askes still very confused.

You look over at your drunk boyfriend for a brief second before letting out a sigh. "Cause I hate driving. I don't like it cause the roads are busy and it just stresses me out. You drive me everywhere anyway and I didn't wanna tell you I could drive and then suddenly I have to drive I just hate it." You say turning into thr trailer park.

Eddie's looking at you curiously before he speaks. "Well can you just totally forget how to drive cause I looooooooove driving you around. And the fact you feel safe enough to let me drive you around is an honour baby." HE says. You pull up at his trailer and take the keys out of the ignition handing them back to him.

He kisses you sweetly. You help Eddie out of the van and into the trailer before he falls straight into bed and into dream land.

-

You wake up when you hear Eddie run out of his bedroom straight to the bathroom. You wonder in behind him to see him throwing up. As obvious as it was, it was gonna happen. You still felt bad for him. You held his hair as he threw up all the booze from last night.

He sat against the sink rubbing his eyebrows. "I meant what I said last night by the way." HE says finally looking at you. You look at him confused as you hand him a pill and water.

"I don't care if you can drive. I drive you everywhere." HE smiles before taking the pill and smiling at you goofily. You let out a giggle. "Trust me you can drive me everywhere I won't fight you on that. I love you." You say sitting next to him.

He drops his head onto your shoulder holding your hand. "I love you too."

[beautifulfuckup99]

since you do SMUT, I must have a min Yoongi 1-sh0t. I'm BEGGING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It'd be my pleasure! Lol

Title: Making it official

Warning(s): D!rty talk, Curs!ng (A lot of F-Bombs dropped), Dom!Yoongi, Public S!x, Unprotected S!x (Be safe, guys!), Sp!ting in mouth, Breed!ng K!nk, and some A!r Play K!nk

Author's Note: Read at your own risk. You have been warned! Lol!

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“This... Is nice.” You say gently as you sit across from Yoongi. The restaurant you two were sat at was a laid-back BBQ one and it’s clear, Yoongi had probably used Jin’s knowledge of food to pick this place out.

Actually, it’s clear Yoongi used MULTIPLE people’s help to plan this out for you. You eye Yoongi a bit closer. He’d been away on tour for so long that you had gotten used to only seeing him on your phone screen.

“Really? You like it?” He asks as if relieved, and you hum gently. This was awkward. It had to be though. Last time you two had spoken was right after hooking up for the first time...

You told him that a FWB arrangement just wasn't for you, and that you wanted something more official, but... Yoongi was scared. Scared of how toxic ARMY members would treat you. Scared that the public eye would scare you away. So, you two agreed to just stay friends. And then he ran off to tour.

But here he was now. Taking you off to Hawaii for a mini birthday vacation. And it was amazing. Because it wasn’t him. This wasn’t something he’d normally do. But he was doing it for you. And that had to count for something.

“Hey. Remember what we used to do?” Yoongi asks finally as he finishes his third drink of the night.

You pause at the question and eye his wicked smirk, trying to ignore the fire that it so effortlessly started in your core.

“We used to do a lot of stuff...” you tease, acting neutral on the outside. Yoongi laughs softly and blushes a bit at the innuendo.

"No. Dirty." He snorts humorously. "Follow my lead." He says just as a waitress walks over.

“Refill?” She asks and Yoongi smirks and nods. “Um... why not. It is our wedding night after all.” Yoongi says casually and the waitress pauses.

“Wait, really?” She asks and you stiffen a laugh, catching on instantly. Oh god. Not this same trick! Yoongi and you loved doing this at restaurants because it always ended in you getting something for free. You used to do this a lot as teenagers, and the fact that even now, in all of his much-deserved fame, he still remembered it? It just showed nothing had actually... Changed between you two.

“Yup! Went to the courthouse today...” You play along and the waitress gasps happily.

“Oh! Give me one second.” She says fast before rushing off.

You turn to Yoongi and shake your head playfully. “You’re still just as sneaky as before.” You tease and Yoongi laughs. “What? Me?!” He gasps playfully.

You hum. “I said what I said...” you laugh softly, giving Yoongi soft eyes.

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After getting your dinner for free, and an expensive wine bottle that’s also on the house, you two decided to head back to the hotel that night and wash up for bed. Yoongi had booked one room with two beds and you had shrugged it off, thinking it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Yoongi showers first as you take off your jewelry and heels, and wipe off your makeup. When he comes out in boxers and a shirt, you slip past him, ignoring the way he eyed you.

The tension between you two was clear all day. At breakfast, at the beach, during lunch, afterwards when you were tanning by the pool. And again, at dinner. You could tell Yoongi was holding back on something.

The shower is nice and hot, and you wash every inch of yourself before getting out. You throw on a robe and walk out of the bathroom. Yoongi is already sat on the edge of the bed, watching you.

“Go ahead. Spill it. Whatever’s got you thinking so hard.” You say finally with a soft chuckle.

He presses his lips together, as if thinking about how he’s going to phrase the next few words before giving up. Instead, he looks at you, eyes soft and colored dark. You pause. You know that look. He’s giving you those eyes...

You blush almost instantly. “You..." You shift a bit but stay in your spot by the bathroom. "Now, Mr. Min Yoongi..." You mutter, deciding to tease a bit. "Are you giving me bedroom eyes? Huh?” You joke with a snort, trying to make light of this situation, but your heart is practically racing in your chest.

“Can we?” He whispers softly, voice deep and calm, as he looks up at you some more, rubbing his hands on his boxers slowly. You shift a bit. Could you? Could you actually break your promise to yourself and give in?

You shift the weight from one foot to the other. “I... I don’t know. Will tomorrow be the same?” You ask gently as you cross your arms around yourself slightly.

“I don’t think so. Because tonight, I... I wanna...” He takes a deep breath. “I just wanna claim you.” He finally says, honesty plain as day in his tone. It makes you blush. You stand up straighter too, in hopes that fixing your posture would stop you from melting to your knees the second his eyes roam your body and his tongue pokes out to lick his lips.

“Claim me?” You whisper, trying to play it off like it's the cringiest thing you've ever heard.

He nods slowly. “The way a wife should be claimed...” He whispers softly, referring to the restaurant game you two had just played earlier this evening. You snort at that.

“Oh? Wanna play married couple?” You try and joke, but your small smile falters the second he looks at you, completely serious. It makes you take a pause.

“And..." You hold yourself. "How... How should... A wife be claimed?” You finally ask, slightly giving in to the fantasy. The stare down you two were having was an unbreakable one. One that told more words than what you were actually speaking. He needed you. You could see it clear as day. And it made you whole body heat up...

“Like it’s the most important thing to me. Like having your body to myself is... Just as necessary as the air that I breathe.” He says. You swallow a bit.

“You’ll have to show me how it’s done.” You finally say, voice soft and coming out as a whisper, as if you were being squished by the tension in this room. You needed actions though. No more words. You needed to see him actually claim you. Actually say you were his. Not just a friend who he’d sleep with once when the alcohol kicked in.

He slowly stands up from the bed, and walks over to you, causing you to back yourself up against the wall. His hands start to roam your sides. His fingers worm their way into undoing your robe as he watches your face with gentle eyes, as if waiting to see if you'd stop him.

You don't.

You watch him as your breath stays stuck in your throat, and he pulls one hand away from your robe tie to place on your cheek. He strokes his thumb back and forth across your cheek bone, and his other hand tugs at your tie, causing your robe to fall open. He gives you one last look, silently asking, and you nod at his silent question. He slowly lowers himself on to his knees and you look down at him with your cheeks bright pink.

“I’ll only ever kneel for you.” He admits quietly before grabbing your hips to kiss along your stomach. Your stomach flutters at that, and you look down at him with a soft giggle. “You’re… you’d never have to kneel for me...” You try as you run your fingers through his shaggy black hair.

“Well, how else can I feel you on my face?” He asks simply as he keeps eye contact with you before lightly grabbing and moving your leg over his good shoulder. He kisses and bites down on different parts of your inner thigh, just enjoying the feel of your soft skin against his lips and cheek. You gently run your fingers through his hair and hum, head falling back against the wall, feeling at peace. “That feels... so good.” You sigh.

He looks up at you. “It should...” He whispers before slowly licking along your wet slot tenderly. You shiver slightly.

“I-It should?” You whisper.

“Mm... You taste so good...” he mutters against your pussy before sucking softly on your clit, rubbing his tongue on the tip of your clit as he sucks and holds it between his lips. Your back arches and you cry out softly, hips rolling against his mouth as you grip his hair as if holding him in place.

He picks you up and practically sits you on his shoulders as he moans against you, lapping at your pussy more eagerly now.

“O-Oh my god! Sh-Shoulder...” You gasp, instantly worried about hurting him. He pulls back and smirks.

"Any pain I get will be well worth it." He whispers before sucking hard on your clit, causing the curling heat in your stomach to get stronger.

“So pretty...” Yoongi breathes out right against your pussy before he dives right back in to eat you out, looking up at you. His eyes roll back slightly as if tasting you was his ecstasy.

He slurps at your clit before tongue fucking you, using his nose to nudge at your clit. You’re pressed against the wall with his face pressed against you and he’s using a free hand to touch himself as you leak on his face.

You feel every moan and groan he lets out as he focuses on your pleasure that was obviously giving him pleasure. Your back aches and Yoongi pulls back only a bit, a thin line of your wetness or his saliva connecting your pussy to his slightly puffy lips.

"Look at me." He orders and you pant hard, looking down at him instantly, feeling completely worshipped. You shiver slightly when you see him palming his cock through his boxers. Your cheeks flush deeply. “My god...” you groan at the sight.

“That’s right baby. I'm your god now. Say my name. My beautiful wife...” Yoongi taunts against your clit. It twitches at the vibration.

“Hm, fuck... Y-Yoongi. Call me your wife again,” you pant, body shaking slightly at the vibrations.

“My wife. My perfect fucking wife...” he moans before tongue fucking you faster as you begin to tremble. Your eyes roll back, and you cry out.

“I need to cum,” you call out, loudly. Your head falls back, and you hold his hair tightly to hold him deeper against you.

“Cum. Cum on my face. Oh, baby. My baby. My wife.” Yoongi pants breathlessly. Your back arches and you cry out loudly, eyes fluttering as you cum against his face. Yoongi licks it all up and then sets you down before yanking the tie off of your robe.

Your legs are trembling as he wraps the tie around your neck like a leash. "Get on your knees." He orders against your lips and you smirk, taking this as a chance to prove you were just as good as him.

You get on your knees in front of him and focus on trailing your tongue along his hard bulge through his boxers, reaching up to grab at the hem of them only to feel a tug on your new leash. "No hands." He growls, completely serious. You blush hard and hold your hands behind your back as he makes you look up at him.

"Open." Is all he says and you open your mouth, tongue falling out to hang outside of your mouth. "Fuck. Why do you look so prefect like that?" He shivers softly before using one hand to free his already fully hardened length.

You drool at the thought of it sliding into your mouth, and when he hits your tongue with it, you moan. God it was hard and heavy. And from the sight of pre-cum on the tip, you knew he was more than ready for you to return the favor.

You try wrapping your lips around it, but he hovers it above your mouth, tauntingly. "Beg." He orders, stroking his length slightly, lazily gathering more pre-cum at the tip.

"Please. Please. Let me taste it..." You pant, mind fully gone at this point. All you wanted was him at this point. Nothing else mattered.

"You're so hot..." He pants softly and leans down to kiss you, sucking softly on your tongue as you moan. He pulls back and spits the mixture of his and your spit back in your mouth before reaching two fingers into your mouth to rub it into your tongue and push his fingers down your throat, causing you to choke. More drool drips down your face and he rubs it in, moaning at how wet your mouth was for him.

He yanks at the tie around your neck, pulling your head closer to his cock, that's now twitching in anticipation. You moan excitedly and hold your mouth open as he finally slides the first two inches into your mouth, moaning in relief.

It eggs you on to keep going. You suck him off sloppily, working more as a vacuum cleaner than a person from how fast Yoongi was bobbing your head up and down his hard shaft. He moans loudly and looks down at you, his tongue slowly poking out to lick his bottom lip, giving out a breathy chuckle. "You drive me crazy..." He pants.

You moan against his shaft and the vibrations run through his dick. "Oh fuck..." He gasps sharply. "You take it so fucking," He pauses to pull your head further down to see how deep he could go. You feel his tip hit the back of your throat and gag, eyes watering as you hear him moan louder, so you focus on breathing through your nose. "G-Good! Good... Good girl..." He gasps out. He lets go of your head and you back up to breathe fully, trying to catch up on your breathing as your heart raced and the ache between your legs returns in tenfold.

He grabs your chin and leans down to kiss you deeply. “I want you. So bad...” He whispers against your lips before moving to kiss and bite along your neck. He then stands up and yanks at the tie around your neck. "Crawl." He smirks and you blush hard, feeling embarrassed, but doing as he said. You couldn't deny it anymore. You loved this new side of him...

He leads you outside, on to the balcony, and picks you up in an instant. He presses you against the railing. You hear the sounds of the ocean and feel the cool island night air against your hot skin since your robe is hanging on your shoulders now. Yoongi grips your ass and holds you against his crutch, you feel his cock pressing against your slot and whine softly as you grind your hips against it, causing him to groan. “You’re soaking me so fucking good...” He pants as he grinds against you.

You pant hard, head rolling back. That's when it all comes back to you. The reality of your current situation. You look around with wide eyes. “O-On the balcony?” You squeak in surprise.

Without missing a beat, Yoongi slides his tip into you, causing you to melt into a puddle of hurried pants and soft gasps. “I wanna make sure you see stars.” He whispers against your open mouth as he takes his time slowly sliding into you. “You feel me, baby?” He whispers as you nod hurriedly.

"M-More. More." You beg fast.

He smirks and shoves the rest of the way inside of you, causing you to moan loudly while he bites back his own sound of pleasure. "Getting a little loud there..." He taunts and you shiver.

“Of course, I am! You're... You’re so big...” You moan out as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Mm... All fucking yours, baby...” He shivers, blinded with lust.

“Oh fuck.” You groan as you arch your back and start to grind your hips with his cock deep inside of you, moving with your hips. You angle your hips and moan, head rolling back as his tip finally hits that good spot. "Ri-Right there!" You practically plead as your arms go around his neck so you can dig your nails into the back of his shoulders.

“Oh fuck...” He hisses at the scratching. He fucks you harder and reaches up to grab your neck. “You’re so… fuck, you’re so fucking good. So sexy...” He shivers. You hum happily as he grabs your neck, and groan.

“How often did you think about this? Railing me... For everyone to see?” You pant. “Did it get you through tour?” You whisper in a taunting tone as he fucks you rougher.

“So. Fucking. Often.” He grunts through each thrust he gives you. “Almost every fucking night I thought about you.” He pants and hits your sweet spot relentlessly. It's like an endless wave of pleasure, only building higher. A loud moan escapes you before you can stop yourself. “Put on a show, baby. Get fucking loud.” Yoongi growls in your ear before he smacks your ass hard. Your head falls back now, not caring that you were so vulnerable on the railing, because you knew Yoongi had you. You just cry out for him, loudly, calling out his name repeatedly into the tropical night air.

“That’s my good fucking girl. You like being fucked? Hm?” He taunts as he makes you look at the stars by holding on to your hair. They just seem to get brighter with the pleasure. You two were up on the 18th floor and the air just felt thinner up here. You felt higher here.

“God, yes! I fucking love it! Fuck me! Own me!” You call out, not caring about modest behavior anymore. You felt so... Needed at this moment. It was a struggle to keep your eyes focused, let alone open. You were definitely seeing those stars now.

Yoongi pulls out of you and before you can whine about your pussy walls clenching against nothing, he turns you around, so you’re bent over and holding the railing. He starts fucking you faster from behind as he grips your hips harder. You know there’ll be a bruise tomorrow. But you don't care. You can't care. Not now. Not with this being the best pleasure of your life.

With a hand entangled in your hair, he pulls your head back and starts whispering in your ear that anyone can look up at you at any moment and see you getting fucked. That this is how he was claiming you. You were his. Anyone that saw you two would know that. That he was taken. His hand stays tight around your hair while the other one moves to rub your clit.

You fuck your hips back against him, moaning at the idea of people seeing you being so unapologetically his. Your eyes roll back and with no warning, you didn’t trust your voice anyways, you cum on his cock and hand, making a drippy mess.

“Oh, you really like that, don’t you...” Yoongi moans happily, not letting up. Something in him just needed to have you. Fully. He pulls you right against his chest and kiss along your neck. You whimper at the relentless thrusting. This time, it's slow and purposeful, like he was using your tight walls to jerk off his throbbing member. “Say. It.” He orders in your ear.

“I like it! I love it! I-I’m so fucking wet for you!” You practically purr and turn your head to bite down on his pulse point to stay quiet. He moans at the pain. “F-Fuck… Fuck, I’m going to cum...” You whimper against his skin. His neck has a deep bite mark in it now. You can't help but find it beautiful on his skin.

“Beg.” He grunts out, making you look at him as you feel his cock swell inside you. He was so close.

“Please. Please... Yoongi...” You beg quietly, so close to creaming his cock. He spreads your legs more, so your pussy is on display, and he rubs your clit fast and hard as he fucks you right against the railing now. The cool metal of it is pressed against your sweaty skin. It felt so good...

Your back arches and you moan his name in his ear, cumming again. “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes, Y/N..." He gasps out as you milk his cock. "I’m gonna breed you.” He growls, deciding in that one moment that he had to make you fully his. It makes you giggle, sex drunk by now.

“Do it… fucking do it!” You moan eagerly. He gives a few more pumps before shooting his load right in you. You barely have time to enjoy the feeling before he's picking you up.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He grunts, blinded by lust. You squeal as he carries you inside the hotel room.

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“Do you think someone caught us?” You whisper as you rub his shoulder lazily.

“And if they did?” He snorts and you chuckle.

“You wouldn't wanna deal with management.” You try, voice soft and slightly distant. You only come back to the reality of you laying in this bed with your best friend when he holds you more firmly.

“I’m a grown man, Y/N. Life is so short. Being scared that I can get in trouble for loving you? It’s not fair to either of us.” He whispers gently. You pause and look up at him.

“L-Love?" You blush hard. He chuckles.

"I’m done trying to please people. I want you.” He says as he gives you a look of adoration. It makes you blush. Yoongi grabs his phone, and you pull the sheets up to your nose.

“What are you doing?!” You giggle and Yoongi hums.

“Giving everyone the heads up...” he says simply.

He takes a selfie with your hair sprawled over his face and chest. Your face is not in the photo though. He posts it on to his Instagram with the caption: “Just me and you🖤”.

It makes you cover your mouth and stare at him in awe before you kiss him lovingly.

“Thank you...” You blush before hugging him tighter. He laughs and shies away as you roll on top of him to kiss all over his face eagerly.

[lovelytsunoda]

mr. ghostface // lance stroll

summary: a trip to spirit halloween with her husband plants an idea in lance's head that he can't quite shake. knowing how stressed his beloved has been lately, he just wants them to have a little bit of spooky and festive fun.

pairing: lance stroll x wife! reader

warnings: straight up p*rn guys, idk what to tell you. there’s some light roleplay, but it’s done in a very playful and loving way so it’s not too intense, a few brief mentions of anxiety, two people that are truly madly and deeply in love with each other. i am going to hell for this.

authors note: i really like this one because it gave me a chance to play around with two people exploring the kinkier side of their relationship in a fun, lighthearted and carefree way, a way that works for them so they can experience the best of both worlds sexually. i had a lot of fun with this one, and now all I need is a lance in my life :)

there were few stores that y/n stroll loved more than spirit halloween. even now; as a married adult woman, there were few things she thought she could enjoy more on a fall afternoon than walking through the halloween store with her husband, a mcdonalds milkshake in one hand and her beloveds hand in the other.

lance was having the time of his life, delighting in scaring the bejesus out of his wife using the pedals that activated the animatronics. she would always jump, and clutch his arm for dear life, even if she partially knew what was coming.

wife. husband. neither of them would ever tire of calling the other, even after one year of marriage. lance was always saying things like “I’d like you to meet my wife”, or “have you met my wife yet” whenever he met someone new or reconnected with an old friend in the paddock.

their relationship seemed to have never left the honeymoon stage, bursting at the seams with love.

“babe, babe!” lance gushed, fumbling to get a hanger off the display wall. he held up the red costume corset, dangling limply off a plastic hanger. with his other hand, he grabbed the sequinned devil ears hanging above it. “you would look so fucking hot in these.”

she blushed, choking on her milkshake. “lance! outside the house? no fucking way, I’m not that bold.”

“you don’t have to wear it outside. in fact, i was hoping you’d wear it somewhere else. somewhere a little more…intimate.” lance hummed, his hands now resting on her waist, the corset back on the display wall as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“baby, i don’t even think that would fit me. that’s way too small for my ribcage, much less my boobs.” she laughed, slipping her free hand into lances back pocket and resting her head against his bicep.

lance chuckled, kissing her hairline again before reaching to the wall and grabbing a plastic mask. “oh, what about this?” he laughed, slipping the scream mask over his head and turning to his wife.

“whats your favourite scary movie?” he rasped, before breaking out into laughter. “come on, babe! we could be ghostface and casey!”

she laughed, trailing her finger up lances chest before yanking the mask off his head. he pouted playfully, and she laughed before she kissed him gently.

“absolutley not:”

“oh, I’m getting the mask.” lance insisted, taking the plastic from her.

she shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. she didn’t really care if lance bought the mask or not, she just wanted their couple costume to be a little classier than a fictional serial killer and his first victim.

“it’s your money.”

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she sat at the living room desk two afternoons later, finding her attention span increasingly reaching it's breaking point as her bleary eyes wandered away from her laptop screen and towards the picture window, watching the changing leaves on the trees outside. everywhere around her, fall was settling in on the quebec countryside.

"babe!" lance's voice carried from their bedroom. "are you busy? i wanna show you something!"

technically, she was busy. she had a big project due at work, but she was practically begging the universe for a distraction at this point. closing her laptop, she pushed herself back from the table and started walking through the ranch house. the tile floor was cold against her bare feet as she passed through the kitchen, poking her head down the hallway in hopes of finding her husband.

"lance?"

she heard a closet door opening behind her, and when she turned around, she jumped, shriek piercing the air.

"you and that goddamn mask."

lance laughed, face hidden behind the white plastic ghostface mask. "sorry, babe. couldn't resist."

after her initial shock faded away, she realized that aside from the black silk pajama pants on his lower half, the mask was all that her husband was wearing.

"please don't kill me, mr. ghostface." she pouted, wrapping one slender leg around her lover's, running a hand up his bare chest, feeling every muscle and ridge. "i wanna be in the sequel." she wanted to kiss him, but with the mask, that would be hard, so she settled for gently kissing his collar bone. "what's all this for?"

lance raised an arm, pushing the mask off his face. “you’ve been really stressed lately. the other day, i watched you worry about the health implications of having onion rings with your sandwich because you were worried you haven’t been eating well this month.”

and that was true: she had been more anxious than usual, and her intrusive thoughts had been much more pervasive. she’d been trying to get back into a routine, following stretching videos on YouTube and going for walks, trying new recipes. but she was still having trouble falling asleep, keeping focussed. hell, she was even having trouble keeping the routine.

not getting lost inside her own head.

she kissed him gently, resting her body weight against him. lance still made her feel like a teenager in love, her teenage dream. even after a year of marriage there was still so much to look forward to.

like, apparently, nineties slasher roleplay in bed.

"i love you." she hummed, nuzzling into his neck.

"love you more, pretty girl." lance smiled, kissing her forehead. "take fifteen minutes and go make yourself feel sexy, i'm going to get some things out of the freezer for dinner. i'll make that pasta you like?"

“sounds like a plan.”

she tiptoed into the master bedroom, closing the door behind her before stripping out of her leggings and the baggy shirt she had been wearing, trading her cotton panties and wire bra for a short corset top and silk pajama shorts in a deep royal blue. the little silver “l” pendant that she wore around her neck fell gracefully against her skin, hair falling around her shoulders.

she could hear clattering coming from the kitchen. it was lance fumbling around to get the ground beef out of the freezer and into a bowl of cold water to defrost.

she popped open the bath and body works spray on the dresser, mist dusting her skin with body glitter. her spine tingled in anticipation of what was to come, goosebumps rising on her skin as she settled on the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other so her shorts rode up, showing off more thigh than was necessary.

lance was a sucker for thighs. specifically hers.

the door creaked open, and lance crept into the room, the mask over his face once again. he paused before the end of the bed, and she was momentarily pissed off that she couldn't see the way he was looking at her. but she knew what that look in his eye would be: pure love and adoration.

"you look stunning." he whispered, his fingers ghosting over her skin as he brushed his hand up her leg, to her thigh. "hey, don't take this super seriously, okay? we're just having a bit of fun."

"i know." she took his hand in hers, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "just be gentle with me."

"always."

she dropped his hand, and he brought it to her face, gently caressing her cheek as she looked down at her through the mask.

“what’s your favourite scary movie?”

“hmm, the one where I make it to the end?” she quipped, smiling up at her husband.

“oh, i think I can work with that.” he hummed, running his thumb down the side of her face, down the side of her neck, over her shoulder.

she giggled, flinching under his touch when he brushed against her neck. she had always been ticklish there.

“how are you going to make it worth my while to let you make it to a sequel?”

she uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide and leaning back on her palms. the fabric of her silken shorts had moved just so that lance could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, a slight dark spot beginning to form on the fabric.

she could hear lance exhale, his breath reverberating against the mask. “you spread your legs pretty fast, darlin’. is this what you want? to let mr. ghostface have his way with you?”

his tone was lighthearted, his voice curling up into gentle laughter at the end of the sentence. it kept the carefree nature of their usual sex life embedded in the scene, despite its adventurous nature, which she would forever be thankful for. she could see the outline of his rapidly hardening cock through his silken pants.

“oh, yes, mr. ghostface.” she purred playfully, playing right into lance’s hands as she palmed one of her tits through the cups of the corset top. “please.”

he grabbed her leg, hiking it up and over his shoulder, dragging her to the edge of the bed and spreading her open for him. she gasped, falling back onto her forearms and pressing her chest up.

“jesus christ.” lance exhaled, his fingers brushing over her sopping entrance. “you’re dripping for me, sweetheart. is this turning you on? you want me to ravish you?”

“yes, mister, please.” she whined, pressing up against the pads of his fingertips. “touch me.”

lance slipped two fingers inside her with very little warning, barely giving her time to adjust before he started flexing his digits rapidly. she moaned under his touch, falling back against the bed.

“uh uh, darling. eyes on me. i want you to see who’s making you feel this good.”

his fingers brushed against her sensitive walls, and she bucked her hips against his hands before struggling up to her shaky arms, moaning even deeper at the sight in front of her: leg up on her husbands shoulder, the mask on his face, the way the muscles in his arms flexed as he finger-fucked her.

“that’s it, my good girl. my good, beautiful girl. so good for me.” lance hummed, his thumb coming down to circle her clit. “there better not be a single anxious thought in that head of yours.”

and for the first time that day, there wasn’t. she had crumbled under lances touch, her head empty the second he had kissed her in that hallway. she loved it.

loved him.

“oh god, lance,” she breathed, allowing herself to slip out of character as she reached for his wrist. “i think I’m gonna cum!”

the hand that previously kept a bruising grip on her leg dropped to reassuringly rub circles on her thigh. “I’ve got you, love. just close your eyes and ride out. cum on my fingers, you know you want to.”

she closed her eyes, arching her back as she felt her pussy contract, sucking lances fingers in and refusing to let go as she fell apart around him, whining his name as he scissored his fingers, dropping her leg and trying to guide her through her climax.

he withdrew his fingers, now covered in her release, making sure that his wife was watching before he lifted the mask just enough for her to watch him slip his fingers into his mouth, sucking up every last drop.

she whined at the sight, and would have clenched her thighs together if not for lances leg holding them open. instead, she found herself grinding against his thigh as he lovingly cradled her wrist against the mattress, leaning down to drop a kiss on her forehead.

“you’re so good, pretty girl. so perfect for me in every way. i hope you know that.”

“I know.” she giggled, pressing against him again. “thank you for doing this:”

lances nimble fingers slipped underneath the lacy cups of her top, taking her nipples in between his fingers. she writhed under him, exhaling his name.

“you don’t have to thank me, pretty girl. you just need to scream my name.”

“that can be arranged.” she was certain that her shorts were soaked; they would need some extra stain removal methods when she did the laundry.

lance could feel it too; a dark spot forming on his pants where she rubbed against him. he was starting to sweat under the mask, his hair matted to his face and his breathing heavy.

he slipped a finger underneath her bra strap, teasingly dragging it down her shoulder. she shivered under the sensations, knowing full well how she must look.

lust-drunk, face flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, pupils dilated.

and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

normally she’d be above begging. but not tonight. not while he was looming over her and fulfilling a fantasy she didn’t even realize that she had.

"please, please, i need your cock." she whined. "i need to be fucked, mr. ghostface. please."

under the mask, lance smirked. he wished he could kiss her, feel her whine into his mouth. “baby, baby, you never need to beg for me. because that means I’m not treating you right.”

“then put your cock in me!” she whined, nudging him with her leg.

chuckling to himself, lance pulled her shorts down her legs, dropping them to the carpet before he got up and slowly shed his own. his wife watched from the bed, butting her lip so hard he thought she might draw blood as she watched his rock-hard cock slap against his abs.

she couldn’t help it, one hand gently palming her clit as she watched lance stalk towards the bed, his breathing loud from inside the mask. despite the lack of control there appeared to be, she knew that she was 100% in control of what was about to happen.

lance gently pushed her hand away from her swollen clit, crossing her wrists over each other and holding them down with one hand. her breath hitched as he ran his cock up and down her folds, her hips bucking, trying to take what little he was giving her.

“are you ready for my cock, princess? are you ready to fucking scream my name?”

“yes, lance, please stop teasing me.”

he slid home in one swift movement, switching his grip on her wrists so that he had one wrist in each hand as he roughly drove into her.

her eyes practically rolled back in her skull as she moaned, her tight center squeezing his cock.

“oh, fuck.” she breathed, closing her eyes with an exhale. “fuck, you feel so good inside me. so deep.”

“you’re doing such a good job, pretty girl. you’re taking me like such a good girl.” lance praised, thrusting harder before loosening his grip on her wrists. “take off the mask, baby. I know you want to. let me kiss you.”

she reached up with one hand, eyes bleary from the pleasure she was feeling as she grabbed on to the black hood of the mask, gently tugging until the mask fell away.

“oh no, now I know your face.” she joked, playing along with the scene. “whatever will I do now? please don’t kill me mr. ghostface.”

lance laughed, leaning down to kiss her. he but down gently on her lip, sucking her bottom lip in between his own. “well, we have two options. I can make you my partner in crime.” he paused, reaching down to pinch her swollen clit. she jumped, squealing in pleasure. his hand still pinned one of her wrists to the bed, the other hand leaving red marks on his shoulder as he continued to pound into her. “or I could make you cum so hard that you forget my face and decide not to turn me in.”

she giggled, pretending to think it over. “I think I’ll take the orgasm.”

“good choice.”

she wrapped her legs around him, pulling his dick even deeper inside of her. he let go of her wrist, bracing himself on the bed while she dug her nails hard into his back, leaving scratches behind. he dropped his lips to her neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to her ticklish skin. she giggled, squirming underneath him.

lance loved it when she laughed during sex. to him, there was nothing sexier than seeing his wife let go. no anxiety, no self-consciousness. it made him feel close to her.

“my beautiful wife.” he grunted, rutting into her hard enough to push her body up the bed. she whined his name, arching her back to press her nipples against his chest.

the skin to skin was what she loved the most. that feeling of being as close as you possibly can to another person.

“oh, baby, right there.” it came out broken and raspy, and she found herself trying to hide her face in her husbands neck. “fuck, that feels so good.”

her walls fluttered, and lances thrusts faltered as he struggled to hold himself up. “are you close, baby? it’s okay, I’ve got you. you can let go.”

she clung on to him for dear life, skin flushed and juices dripping down her thighs. she couldn’t form words, nothing but incoherent whining coming out of her throat. she felt so full, so loved, the coil in her stomach threatening to snap as lance presses his lips to hers, sucking on her bottom lip and bringing one hand down to rub circles on her clit.

“lance, I’m cumming!” she cried, her nails digging into his back as she wrapped her body around him, shutting her eyes tightly as she pressed her face into his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you. you did so well, princess. you looked so pretty with my cock inside you.” he said softly, kissing her forehead as he guided her through it, feeling himself start to reach his own limits. “where do you want me to finish, pretty girl?”

she barely had the energy to respond, still trying to get her breath back as her legs shook from overstimulation, tears pressing at the corners of her eyes. “inside me, please, god, I need it.”

“fucking hell.” lance grunted, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against her sensitive skin as he went. “god I love you.”

he moaned as he dropped his head, nuzzling into her neck as he came with a howl, his cock jerking as it painted her walls white with his release. he stilled, peppering her face in kisses.

“I love you, baby. I don’t like seeing you stressed.”

she hummed, tangling her fingers in his hair and looking up at her husband. “I love you, too. thank you for saving me from myself.”

lance pulled out gently, his wife whimpering at the newfound feeling of emptiness. she clenched her thighs together, watching as her lover got up from the bed, pulling his silk pants back on.

“oh, babe, put in different pants.” she laughed, playfully throwing the ghostface mask in his direction. “those ones are probably gross as shit right now.”

“they’re not as bad as yours.” he shrugged, fishing a clean cotton t-shirt out of their shared dresser. there was something so casually intimate about sharing a dresser. “come on, let’s get you out of that corset.”

she sat up, pulling the comforter over her bottom half as she lazily leaned back into lances touch. his fingers glided down her back, unhooking the corset clasps and kissing over the red marks where the hooks had dug into her back. she raised her arms and he slipped the shirt over her head, watching the fabric billow gently over her features.

lance settled in next to her, and she rested her head against his chest, gently tracing his tattoo with her fingertip.

fortune favours the bold.

“you work too hard. it’s not healthy.” he hummed.

she sighed, leaning into his touch as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I know. once this project has been handled, the big boss is giving us some time off.”

“that’s good. maybe we can go somewhere. it doesn’t have to be anything big, maybe maine or calgary?”

“yeah, that sounds nice.” she rolled over, supporting her weight on her forearm. “thanks for this, by the way. and for keeping it fun.”

“of course. any time you want me to do all of the thinking for you, just let me know. that’s what husbands are for.” lance slowly started to sit up, easing her back down to the bed to remind her that she needed rest. “I’m gonna go start dinner. go to the bathroom, have a glass of water, and remember to rest, okay? I’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

she smiled, rubbing his arm gently as she looked up at her husband “or I could come to the kitchen and watch. you know I think it’s so hot when you cook, especially when you do it shirtless.”

“oh yeah? maybe I should get a chefs outfit for the next time we spice it up a little.”

“in your goddamn dreams.”

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[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 6

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Did he just say that? He just said that. Right?

I wondered if I had somehow inserted that last excerpt from Dr. Miller’s mouth into the conversation on my own. Had my mind made it up because I wanted him so badly?

He was smiling now, not at all able to fight it back. I could tell that he was attempting to without avail.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” His voice caused my knees to part under the table. I didn’t know if it was instinctual or if the muscles in my legs had suddenly just turned to Jello but I literally felt myself melt down further into the oversized mahogany chair.

“That, uh..” I toyed with a strand of my hair for a half-a-second in my nervous tic, “That makes me a lot of things.”

“Another round?” The waitress appeared out of thin air and I was about to speak but Dr. Miller responded, with a simple, “We’ll take the check.”

I wanted to stay. When he was so eager to get the check after just one drink I couldn’t fight off the look of discouragement that was written all over my face. I knew what I must have looked like and I couldn’t reel it in. And then I thought about it some more. Maybe he was getting the check because he wanted to go somewhere else.

Like his house. It was wishful thinking.

“Stop looking like someone just shit in your cereal.” His accompanying laughter made me grin. There had to be something up his sleeve. This night couldn’t end with such an obscene, suggestive comment and lead nowhere.

“Didn’t want another drink?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“It’s a school night. We both have to be up early.”

“It’s barely nine o’clock.”

Dr. Miller gave a chuckle again and then looked up as the waitress handed him a black, leather case with the tab for two drinks tucked inside. He held up a finger, slipped a one hundred dollar bill inside and then handed it to her.

“I’ll be back with your change,” replied the woman.

“It’s yours.” He looked me in the eye as he spoke to her again and then began rising to his feet as he reached for his coat.

I followed his lead and allowed him to lead us out of the place.

“I’ll walk you to your car.”

Was the night really over? On that note? On that red hot amorous note that had been left with a teetering, ‘dot, dot, dot’ next to it. To be continued? Would it?

Stop freaking out! My brain was screaming, shrieking; throwing a fit like a five year old in Toys ‘R Us that didn’t get the toy she wanted to play with. On the outside I smiled, gripped my keys and tried not to stare for too long as I walked beside Dr. Miller.

“You never gave an elaboration to your response,” he said to me once we stood by the driver’s side door in front of the old church.

I looked down and back up. “Should I elaborate?”

“I’d like to know where we stand.” He looked at me with certainty but, again, there was the slightest hint of uneasiness in his posture. Dr. Miller was tense in his shoulders and it traveled up his neck into his jaw as he waited.

“So would I,” I responded, taking a breath. I couldn’t look away from those brown eyes that were swelled black around the pupil. I knew what that meant - at least I thought I did.

“Well, how about this?” He took a step in my direction so there were only a few inches between us. “If you want to discuss it further, I’m opening up my office hours during our regularly scheduled class time on Thursday. Seven-thirty, I’ll walk you into the building, myself.”

I cleared my throat. Of course I was going to go. “Thursday.” I gave a little nod, wishing I had something to say that would affect him as much as he was currently affecting me.

“Email me if you change your mind.”

“I won’t,” I said right away. My chest heaved beneath my jacket and I opened my mouth to speak. At first nothing came out but then I finally asked the question that had been on my mind for the past seven or eight minutes, “Was that true what you said?”

“Which part?”

“About the elevator.” I swallowed hard now and Dr. Miller laughed again.

“Save all of your questions for Thursday at seven-thirty.” He took a step toward me and then nodded toward my vehicle, “Now get in your car so I know you’re safe.”

I looked at his lips. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to lean in and see if he reciprocated, but from what I could tell of Dr. Miller, he was a forthright individual. If he wanted to kiss me, he would kiss me. He wanted to tell me about his racy musings when we were alone in the elevator. He wanted me to meet him alone at the school on Thursday. If he didn’t lean in for a kiss that means he didn’t want one.

Yet, I told myself.

I hit the button on my key fob and heard the click as my headlights flickered to let everyone in the immediate area know I had just unlocked the car.

“Goodnight (Y/N).” Dr. Miller gave a pained smile that emphasized the crow’s feet on the outskirts of his eyes.

“Goodnight Dr. Miller.” He didn’t correct me this time or ask me to refer to him as Joel. I knew at least a part of him liked having the title roll off my willing lips to acknowledge his authority over me.

Shutting my car door might as well have been shutting the jail cell. I gave a wave and started up the vehicle before reluctantly backing away from where he now stood on the walkway.

Even as I drove down the road, I glanced in my rearview mirror until I could no longer see his figure there and then finally turned the corner to head towards home.

The next day-and-a-half had me worrying about myself. My behavior felt obsessive. I had inspected every social media outlet in search of Joel Miller but there was nothing. He didn't even have a LinkedIn. That one, I had to say, surprised me.

No Snapchat. No Instagram. No Facebook. Nothing.

For my own senseless reasons it frustrated me. I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to see a collection of pictures from his life over the course of the past decade. I decided I was spoiled for having access to just about anyone else's life I wanted to dig into.

Maybe I should put my profiles on private. It was Dr. Miller's casual piece of advice. Anyone could dig into my life and I was too concerned about getting “likes” than I was my own privacy. 

I'm a walking cliche of today's pre-thirty generation. 

Seeing as though my plan to gain access to Dr. Miller's life fell flat on the pavement, I carefully adjusted the private settings on all of my accounts. It had been a suggestion echoed to me by numerous friends and professionals that I hadn't taken seriously; yet here I was after one fleeting proposition from a man I just met making the meager change to my digital identity.

After work on Wednesday I found myself driving past The Library. My eyes scanned for the black Mercedes and I was actually satisfied in knowing that Dr. Miller wasn't out at the bar - at least when I drove by. It allowed my brain to rest rather than toy with the idea of dropping everything to go search inside for him.

Yes, I was officially obsessing. It felt like a violation of not only Dr. Miller's privacy, but also my own sanity.

It didn't stop me from repeating the action on the following afternoon after work. My amateur investigations weren't particularly thorough, though I assumed his car would stand out if he had been around, especially when my eyes were actively seeking out one specific automobile. 

There was a light at the end of the tunnel, however. It was Thursday. It was the evening I would be attending Dr. Miller's office hours.

Office hours. I was sure he hadn't actually posted any office hours. I was going to be alone with him.

In all of my years I hadn't had an off-kilter fantasy. My brain had never fancied the idea of taboo love affairs, or men in uniform or any of the typical sexual scenarios that I had heard others speak about.

Now, the idea of letting my handsome, older professor take me on his desk was enough to ignite a fire in every single part of my body - my head, my heart, my soul, my.. everything.

I wouldn't deny him. Correction, I couldn't deny him. I had created the scenario in my mind time after time. It was far too heavy a weight on my shoulders by now to just shy away from. I wanted Dr. Miller in the worst way.

Tori, my roommate, eyed me suspiciously as I exited my bedroom that evening. My clothes were casual, though rather than a sweatshirt and my white Converse sneakers I wore knee-high, brown boots and a tight, gray sweater that revealed just a bit of cleavage. 

My ponytail was replaced by perfectly straightened hair and just a tad more than the average amount of makeup I typically sported. Yes, if our roles had been reversed I would have had questions. Unless we were going out somewhere I always slummed it in the most comfortably acceptable clothes I could manage.

“Umm..” My roommate’s eyebrows pressed together, “Do you have a date I don't know about?”

I decided to meet her questions in the middle. “I'm going to a quick study session.” Tori gave me an ‘I don't believe you’ look and so I went on, “And then I'm going out with a guy I met at school.”

My professor, I added in my mind.

Not quite a lie. Not quite the truth. But she seemed to believe it and so I smiled when she offered me good luck.

“I'll fill you in,” I lied, knowing whatever happened that evening I would surely be keeping to myself - at least for the time being. Although I loathed the ‘YOLO’ expression, there was a time for everything and so I reminded myself, you only live once.

The drive to Woodbridge had my stomach in knots. I didn't know what was going to happen. Suddenly I wondered if I would even know what to do. I was twenty-seven. I had had sex before - plenty of it actually. I wasn't a nun.. but I wasn't a freak either. What was Dr. Miller expecting? He had certainly been around the block a time or two.

The faintest hint of sweat coated my hairline, a result of my budding anxiety. I couldn't wait, but then again I was so completely out of my league. I had never met a man so sure of himself. The guys I had dated, we were on an even playing field. I felt like a fan in the stands of a rock concert that was just called on stage to sing with Bon Jovi.

Stop putting him on such a pedestal, I told myself; though I truly couldn't help it. All reason had betrayed me.

The black Mercedes was there when I pulled into the lot and I saw Dr. Miller casually step out of his vehicle the second my blinker winked in favor of the parking lot on the left off the main road that cut through campus.

I parked closer to the building and slowly climbed out of the car as he approached. I knew I was a mess. There was no hiding what I was feeling. I was sure he might even be able to hear the thudding of my heart in my chest.

“I offered to walk you in,” he reminded me, to which I nodded as we walked in silence through the threshold of the academic enclosure.

Dr. Miller walked with a purpose toward the elevator in the main lobby, eagerly pressing the down button that would lead us to the basement where his office and our lecture hall sat vacant.

I thought of his words from Tuesday night at the bar as the doors opened and we entered. There were no other people in the building that I saw. There were no cameras in the elevator. As the doors shut with a resounding thump I side-glanced at my professor.

Out of my peripheral vision I could see how tensely straight he stood. His eyes were straight ahead; focused. He didn't blink or move. It almost looked as if he was holding his breath.

Please. I begged him in my mind, though I have to say when the doors reopened and we emerged to the basement level I was disappointed that he didn't immediately try to jump my bones. The opportunity had presented itself for Dr. Miller to do all the dirty things he claimed to have been craving and he hadn't even flinched on the ride. It was okay, now, wasn't it? Now that he knew I was a willing participant.

You're being ridiculous. I was currently questioning my every thought, my every word, my every move.

The stillness of the typically buzzing building heightened my anxiety. It felt as if butterflies were having a rave inside of my stomach. The only sound that gave a mild echo off the walls of the vacant corridor were the gentle clicks of Dr. Miller's shoes.

My temperature felt like it was rising with each door we passed. I counted them to maintain some level-headedness.

One. Two. Three. Four.

When the fifth door came into clear view, Dr. Miller reached a hand into his khakis and removed a ring of keys. 

Next to the oversized, wooden door was a black piece of plastic with Dr. Miller’s name etched into it. Below his name was the door number: 007.

Of course it is, I thought, almost smiling and rolling my eyes. The heat returned to my cheeks, however, when my gaze met his from just a few inches away.

I swallowed hard when the silver key eased into the door handle, glancing down for just a second, before regaining his eyes.

There was a moment of hesitation on Dr. Miller's part before he finally turned the key and let the door swing open from a little push of his forearm.

“After you.” His arm extended outward now and the light automatically went on as I crossed through the threshold. “Can I get you something to drink?” 

He waltzed in, loosening his tie a bit as he rounded an oversized, espresso desk. 

“Umm.. no.” I shook my head, “No I'm fine.”

The corner of Dr. Miller's mouth tipped up in a little smirk. “Please, have a seat.” He motioned to a chair across from where he made himself comfortable and leaned forward with both hands folded on top of the desk.

I did as I was told. On the surface I thought I appeared like I had my shit together; like I wasn't imagining him pinning me down on the desk and having his way with me; like I wasn't conflicted about whether my feelings on the matter were wrong or right; or if he could lose his job if something did happen between us.

The man had a way of building tension. The brief moment of silence that lingered was deafening. His stare was almost too much for me. I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn't find the words to kick off a conversation.

“I assume you still have the question in your mind.” Dr. Miller finally spoke. “From the other night.”

My chest heaved up and down once from a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. I opened my mouth to speak but I was interrupted.

“Dr. Miller!” An overzealous young man waved a stack of papers and held an IPad under his arm as he entered through the open door from the hallway.

I held my breath for half-a-second. It was Trevor Nelson. I had had two classes with him and his sheer presence alone was enough to drive me crazy. Right then, he was the bane of my existence. What was he doing here?

His stammering repetition of Dr. Miller’s name almost led me to a physical eye roll.

“Good evening.” Dr. Miller extended his arm out and Trevor eagerly shook it. “Remind me again of your-”

“Trevor,” he more-or-less shouted, glancing at me briefly.

I could see Dr. Miller was taken off-guard, though it was his organically, suave nature that allowed him to get through the unwanted conversation with ease.

“What can I do for you Trevor?”

“I just wanted to discuss a few points from the reading if you had a moment,” Trevor said, “And seeing as though you sent out an email with office hours I suspected you had the time.”

Office hours. He did send out his office hours.

Fuck! Was I all wrong?

“Yes,” Dr. Miller motioned to a second chair beside me. “I wasn't expecting you,” he admitted, “I sent out a sign up sheet-”

“My Wifi kept malfunctioning,” Trevor went on, cutting him off. “I tried. And that's why I printed some things out. I just assumed you would be here anyway and..” He shrugged and then looked at me for the first time, “I'm surprised to see you here.”

Dr. Miller huffed a laugh now. He looked at me with raised eyebrows as if to study what my reaction would be. What would I say to Trevor’s snide remark?

His very tone and uppity attitude was the precise reason why I couldn't stand him.

“I had questions about the reading, as well.” I remained cordial. There was no way I was about to air out a petty reply that would make me seem bitter or immature in my ways.

“Well.. great. We can bounce questions off one another then.” Trevor forced a smile that, while mum, seemed to have the same whiny tone as his nasally voice. 

“I blocked off twenty minute time slots,” Dr. Miller reminded him. “I have another appointment at 7:50.”

My stomach dropped and our eyes caught one another’s. He winked as Trevor took a fleeting peek at his watch with as much disappointment as I knew my face had suddenly been white-washed with.

Despite the wink I couldn't tell if he was serious or lying. Was Trevor really fucking up my twenty minutes alone with Dr. Miller? Was there another student coming in at ten of eight?

As my classmate began his vexatious ramblings I felt a burning hostility brewing in my core. At one point Dr. Miller's foot grazed mine beneath the table but he didn't look in my direction as it happened.

I decided I had to harness my disdain, which I knew was heightened to an unwarranted degree for poor Trevor. I actively told myself to stop being a jerk.

The genuine question that I had from the reading the other night popped into my head. Hallelujah, reason prevailed.

“If it's not too morbid, do you think whoever killed the girl on campus might be suffering from Antisocial Personality Disorder?” It was my first genuine attempt to engage in the conversation. 

Typically, I truly did enjoy the subject matter. That night, however, my mind was deep in the gutter. That's why I had to run with the lone, pertinent thought that inhabited my brain.

Dr. Miller turned and a small smile formed on his face. The dimples that drove me crazy were out in full force and I could see he was intrigued by my question.

“Interesting.” He leaned back in his seat and folded one leg over the other. “Depending on the motive I could entertain it as a possibility.”

I smiled wide, enjoying his mild praise.

“That is an interesting question,” Trevor added.

My eyes shifted toward Trevor for a second as he eyed the ceiling as he pondered my question. When I looked back, Dr. Miller had tipped his mouth up in a half-smirk again.

When Trevor came back down to earth, our professor motioned to the clock above me on the wall. “I'm sorry to kick you out.” Dr. Miller looked directly at Trevor now, “I think we've ended this session with a valid question that we can open with during Tuesday's class.” He rose to his feet and extended an arm in my classmate’s direction, “Sit on that idea over the weekend. Bring some notes to class.” He glanced at me and added, “I think that was a great topic of conversation Ms. (Y/LN).”

“Thank you.” I gave a little nod and Trevor appeared appeased as the three of us began a natural shift toward the door.

“Thank you for your time Dr. Miller.” The young man smiled and tucked his IPad back under his arm before vacating the room ahead of me. He turned for a second and asked, “Do you think they'll catch whoever killed that girl?”

My gaze switched from Trevor to Dr. Miller and he sucked his teeth while folding his hands together on top of the table. “I'm no investigator,” he said, “But if you want my honest opinion..” a breath exited through his nose and he finished with a simple, “No. No, I don't.”

“Why not?” Trevor leaned an arm on the door and Dr. Miller laughed while motioning to the clock again.

“Save it for another time.”

Like Trevor, I wanted to know his reasoning; though I didn't dig deeper into it right then. As intriguing and scary as it all was, other emotions were tugging at my core.

“I'll see you in class,” Trevor said, though I didn't know if he was speaking to me or our professor. 

I wasn't so quick to leave, but I knew it was time. I hadn't expected Dr. Miller to actually post office hours so it was probable that there was another student about to arrive.

Was it a female student? Yep, sparked jealousy inside of me.

When Dr. Miller didn't immediately make a plea for me to stay, I wandered through the open door toward the hallway.

And then I jumped. It was almost inhuman how fast his arm wrapped around my midsection and pulled me back into the room with him with the ferocity of a wolf mauling a lamb.

A gasp escaped my lips when he turned me around to face him as the door closed and my back planted against it. It was all one giant obscure action; a whirlwind of tension released when our bodies were finally pressed up against one another's and I was left panting.

“I thought you had another-”

His finger found my lips to shut me up. A wicked smile advertised his true intentions and his blackened eyes could have set me ablaze right there.

“You are as gullible as your friend Trevor.”

Before I could respond his lips crashed against mine. They literally crashed leaving the back of my head slamming against the thick wood behind me. I barely felt it. 

What I did feel was a rush of adrenaline and desire and a thirst for the man that I couldn't suppress - not when his hands were roaming my body and his tongue aggressively penetrated my lips.

I could barely keep up. I had built the moment up so much and now that I was wrapped up in the middle of this avid tornado of passion it had far surpassed my fantasies.

My arms wrapped high around his shoulders, though he quickly pinned them above my head against the door with one hand. His other hand hastily fiddled in his pocket to remove a set of keys, at which time my cheeks blushed a more fiery red when I saw his arousal peaking the front of his khakis.

My eyes were the only part of me capable of moving freely. The rest of me was a willing prisoner to the force of his body against mine. I never wanted to be released.

Dr. Miller's key slipped into the slot in the center of the doorknob and a click secured us behind closed doors.

With an echoing clank the keys hit the floor and my aching, vacant lips were welcomed back with the immediate warmth of his. When his hand released both of mine on the door my arms instinctively wrapped around him again. I was on cloud nine; in a state of mindless bliss. For the first time, possibly ever, I thought of nothing and just acted without reserve.

It was only when I struggled to breathe that I took a parting breath, allowing air back into my aching lungs. Dr. Miller groaned with the brief separation though it gave him the second he needed to wrestle with the button on my jeans.

In that one swift movement of his fingers he had access to everything I had to offer. I bit my lip in anticipation of him touching me for the first time. Just before my eyes were forced shut I saw his hungry eyes drinking in every part of me.

Dr. Miller's over-pronounced sigh accompanied the sensation of his first two fingers as they made home against my most sensitive areas.

I moaned as quietly as possible, though he made the task more difficult when his lips grazed the area just beneath my ear.

I let out a louder moan when his fingers pushed inside of me and his hot breath landed on my neck, the other cupped over my mouth and my eyes suddenly snapped open.

“Shhh..” Dr. Miller gave a hushed reminder that we weren't exactly in our own private love shack while his fingers continued their exploration. “We wouldn't want Trevor to wander back here because he heard a suspicious noise would we?”

Slowly, his hand was removed from across my mouth. I reached a hand down toward his waist but he swatted it away.

“You're not ready for that yet,” he growled, still speaking in a voice just above a whisper.

I was paralyzed. Paralyzed by pleasure. Paralyzed by the thrill. Paralyzed by my raw attraction to Dr. Miller. At that moment I didn't think I could speak if I tried.

A brand new combination of nervousness and arousal made home within me when his free hand now lingered on my throat. The barely-there pressure added something to what I had been feeling all along.

“You like that?” It was closer to a statement than a question but I choked out a whispered, “Yes,” in response.

There was a shake in my legs that I couldn't relieve. Dr. Miller felt it. There was no way he didn't. I was writhing beneath him against the door as the distance between my parted feet on the floor widened with the spread of my legs.

It didn't take long to reach my climax that was induced by his fingers, his hand on my throat, and the dirty nothings he whispered as he encouraged my impending orgasm.

I struggled to maintain my composure. As the first curse word escaped my lips his hand more forcefully clamped over my mouth again, though all the same his lips found my ear again as he encouraged me to, “Let it out,” in a hiss of whisper.

That was the final push. Fireworks might as well have gone off in my lower half as my muffled moans sounded off against the warmth of his palm. My eyes alternated between open and closed in those final seconds and Dr. Miller's provocative growling voice took my right back to the dream I’d had. This was no dream.

The shot of adrenaline had filtered through my body, numbing my limbs like some type of drug had just been injected into my veins.

Fuck! For several seconds I could only focus on the pleasure as I breathed heavily in and out in an attempt to remain quiet.

When I began to come down off the high. All of my senses began to return and I could hear my own breathing as his generous hand warily crept back out from beneath my damp panties.

A smile formed on my face as he stared at him. I was hot and disheveled. My pants were still down off my waist and as I went to tug them back up Dr. Miller stopped me.

“Oh we're not done yet,” he assured me, glancing over his shoulder toward the oversized desk. When he turned back around he reached for my hand and towed me across the room. I felt like I was floating.

When he made himself comfortable in the oversized chair, I just stared at him. With the two fingers that had just been inside of me he waved for me to come to him and pulled me down in for another heated kiss before whispering against my lips. “Now you're going to get down on your knees and return the favor.”

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

If a metalhead falls asleep on you, keep them forever

A Stedancy fanfiction

A/N: It's longer than I thought it would be.

Nancy had been with them since the very beginning, having walked into Family Video right before Max and Dustin. She had talked Eddie successfully down from accidentally stabbing Steve, his body pressed up against Steve and holding him in place. Nancy had pleaded with him, looking at him and then at Steve. Her Steve she had called him. Nancy wasn't mad at him, not really, because she knew how scared he was. Eddie had briefly smirked when she moved closer and threatened to shoot him if he didn't let Steve go. There was this moment between all three of them. . .it was weird and couldn't be explained.

"That's a lot of pretzels," Nancy said.

"Dustin said he loves pretzels," Steve said.

"He also loves throwing them at the kids," Nancy said.

"Hm, well, maybe you can fix it, and I can make him worse in other areas in like a good way," Steve said.

"Are you saying we'd be good for him?" Nancy asked.

"You know, as friends," Steve said, blushing.

"Right, friends," Nancy said.

"Because he needs friends and food, come on," Steve said.

They had left the kids with Robin at Nancy's when they both volunteered to bring Eddie food. It was starting to get dark now, and the man was probably hungry. They grabbed the bags of food and walked up to Rick's front door. Nancy watched as Steve picked the lock on the door with a bobby pin. She looked at him in surprise.

"What? I'd figure it would be a skill we would need to know," Steve said. "Turns out, I'm right."

They pushed open the front door and searched the lower floor of the house but couldn't find Eddie. Steve and Nancy set the bags of food down on the coffee table before moving to the second floor. To their relief, they found him curled up fast asleep on the floor of Rick's bedroom. Eddie's body jerked, and he started whimpering, calling out Chrissy's name.

"He's having a nightmare," Nancy whispered.

Steve and Nancy moved to his side immediately. They touched him gently and shook him. Eddie gasped as his eyes snapped open.

"Wheeler? Harrington?" Eddie asked.

"Hey, man, we're here," Steve said softly.

"We're not going anywhere," Nancy said and began stroking his hair. "We've got you."

Eddie let out a sob as he buried his head onto both of them, holding on tightly. Steve frowned and rubbed his back while Nancy continued to run her fingers through his hair.

"It's not real. It's not real," Eddie cried.

Eddie cried himself back to sleep pretty quickly, nuzzling Steve and Nancy's legs as he relaxed under their touch.

"What do we do now?" Nancy asked with wide eyes.

"Well, we obviously can never move again," Steve said.

"What?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, when a metalhead falls asleep on you, you're not allowed to move," Steve said.

"I think that's when a cat or a dog falls asleep on you," she said in amusement.

"No, I think that applies to metalheads, too," Steve said. "He seems to be sleeping better. Listen to the cute little noises he's making. Aww."

"We can't leave him here, Steve," Nancy said. "We have to take him back with us. It won't be long before they find him here, too."

"Okay, so, what? Hide him in your basement?" Steve asked.

"Well, if my brother can do it, then so can I," Nancy said.

"Hey, El and Eddie!" Steve exclaimed, and Nancy couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Should we wake him up?" Nancy asked.

"Aw, I really don't want to," Steve said.

"Well, either we wake him up, or you carry him down the stairs," she said.

Steve slipped his arms underneath Eddie and picked him up carefully. Nancy walked behind them as Steve walked down the stairs with Eddie. She was amazed that Eddie was still asleep. Nancy grabbed the bags on the way out while also helping Steve maneuver Eddie out the front door. They managed to get Eddie into the backseat without waking him up. Steve slipped into the backseat of Nancy's car while she slipped into the driver's seat, and they drove off. He had slept almost the entire time. . .until they were almost at the back door to the basement. Eddie panicked and fell out of Steve’s arms. Steve quickly pressed him up against the wall and put a hand over his mouth.

"We're sneaking you into Nancy's basement, but in order to do that, you need to be quiet," Steve whispered. "Okay?"

Eddie nodded as Steve removed his hand. Nancy leaned against the wall next to them.

"Hm, this seems familiar," Nancy smirked. "By the way. . .sneaking Eddie into my basement?"

Eddie snorted and clapped a hand over his mouth, winking at Nancy.

"Alright, Jesus, let's go in," Steve rolled his eyes with a smile.

Eddie helped Nancy with the bags as she knocked on the door with the secret knock that Dustin and Lucas had come up with. Robin opened the door and gasped.

"What is he doing here?" Robin whispered.

"Let us in Robin, and we'll tell you," Steve hissed.

"Right!"

Robin quickly stepped aside and let them in. Nancy and Eddie immediately set the bags down on the coffee table.

"What's Eddie doing here?" Lucas asked.

"Jesus, don't everyone hug me all at once," Eddie said, rolling his eyes.

Dustin threw himself into his arms, hugging him tightly. Eddie laughed as they broke the hug.

"You know what I mean, man," Lucas said.

"Wheeler and Harrington were the ones who kidnapped me. You have to ask them," Eddie replied.

"We just couldn't leave you there, especially after you had that nightmare, and you curled up in our lap like a puppy," Nancy said. "It wouldn't have been right."

"Thanks," Eddie said softly, looking at them with wide and earnest eyes before grinning. "And thank you to Harrington for carrying me out in his big strong arms. You really had me, didn't you, big boy?"

"Are you flirting with Steve, Eddie?" Dustin blurted out.

"Dustin, man, you can't just ask a guy if he's flirting with another guy," Lucas said.

"I didn't mean to! It slipped out!" Dustin exclaimed. "Just forget I asked anything. If someone were to flirt with another guy, we would be okay with that."

"That's sweet of you, Dustin," Eddie laughed. "But I wasn't flirting with him. I'm not gay. I've been with women. Well, one woman. I definitely like women. Okay! Moving on! Sinclair! Talk to me."

Eddie plopped onto the couch next to him.

"Uh, about what?" Lucas asked.

"You know, I never did apologize for the whole basketball sports game thing," Eddie said. "I could have postponed, and I definitely shouldn't have gotten your friends to replace you with your sister. I shouldn't have tried to get between you guys, period. I'm sorry."

"I shouldn't have tried to fit in with those assholes, I should have been honest with them from the beginning. I just wanted the bullying to stop, and it was never my intention to make you guys feel like I was ashamed of you," Lucas said.

Eddie and Lucas hugged tightly, clapping each other on the back.

"For the record, Eddie, you can't ever get between us. Our bond is too strong," Dustin said. "We're family."

"You're officially one of us now," Lucas said.

"I wish there was a better way of doing that," Eddie muttered.

"Don't we all," Nancy said sympathetically.

"So, it's decided. . . Nancy is going to keep Eddie in her basement?" Robin asked, and Nancy snorted, pressing a hand to her mouth. "Really? I expected this kind of behavior from Steve and Eddie, but from you? Nancy, you're the editor of the newspaper!"

Nancy giggled.

"I don't get it," Dustin said.

"I'll explain it to you when you're smarter," Max said.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of the basement door opening. Nancy and Steve quickly shoved Eddie into the bathroom, standing guard in front of it. Karen appeared on the stairs.

"I was just checking in. I heard your car, Nancy. Where'd you run off to?" Karen asked.

"Oh, I went and bought snacks for the kids. They're still feeling a little unsettled by what's going on," Nancy said.

"Well, it's nice that you're all sticking together. I called your parents and let them know that you're staying here tonight," Karen said.

"Thanks, Mrs. Wheeler," Dustin beamed.

"Try not to stay up too late, okay?" Karen asked.

"As long we all fall asleep before Lucas starts snoring, we're good," Dustin said and Karen laughed.

"Goodnight," Karen said as she exited the basement. "Sweet dreams."

Nancy and Steve opened the bathroom, letting Eddie out.

"So, your mom's nosy, huh?" Eddie asked Nancy.

"Yeah," Nancy said.

"That's good. It means she cares," Eddie replied, and Nancy smiled. "I'm fucking starving."

Steve and Nancy watched Eddie dig into the food, tossing some to the kids. He was crouching like some sort of goblin, and they couldn't help but smile at him.

"Waffles?" Eddie asked, pulling out a box.

"You know, when I picked that up, I was thinking of El, but I didn't think at the time that we would be hiding him here," Steve said in amusement and they laughed.

"Is that an inside joke that I don't know about?" Eddie asked, and they continued to laugh. "Yeah, it's an inside joke. Fuck you."

Dustin grabbed the box and ripped it open. He tossed a waffle to Max and to Lucas before grabbing one for himself. The three of them toasted their waffles before eating them.

"To El!"

The kids and Robin had fallen asleep pretty quickly after building the fort for Eddie. He quickly found some entertainment as he couldn't get to sleep. Eddie had drawn on Dustin's face and was now deciding on whose hand to put the pen in. Nancy and Steve watched in amusement as he tried to pick the right person to blame it on. Steve decided to put him out of his misery. He grabbed the marker and placed it in Robin's grip.

"She's going to think she sleep doodled again," Steve said. "It's going to be hilarious."

"You and Buckley have lots of sleepovers?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, she'd freeze my boxers, and I'd freeze her bra. We'd draw on each other. She likes playing connect the dots with my moles. We'd talk about. . .things. It's all platonic. Very platonic. With a capital p," Steve said.

"Yeah, obviously. She's your Ronnie," Eddie said, flashing his dimples.

"Who?" Steve asked.

"Ronnie Ecker, the platonic love of my life since I was eight years old," Eddie said. "When I was about 13, I assumed that the next logical step in our relationship would be romance. I tried to kiss her. I had never seen her move as fast as she did then. I was so embarrassed. She still laughs about it. I'm glad she rejected me, though."

"Yeah, I tried to ask Robin out," Steve grinned. "I'm glad she rejected me too. Shouldn't have let Dustin convince me I had a crush on her."

"Yeah, the little shit has a way of getting stuck in your head and never leaving," Eddie said, gazing fondly at him. "I could say that I don't care about what the little shrimp thinks, but I would be lying. I was super jealous as hell by the way."

"Of me?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yeah. Dustin wouldn't stop talking about you. Kid worships you, the both of you," Eddie said.

"Both of us?" Nancy asked, moving closer to them.

"Yeah, he loves you guys and Buckley, too. But you two mean a lot to him. He didn't go into detail, but he said you put it all on the line for him and his friends. You driving him to the Snowball. . .and you dancing with him there. . .it meant a lot to him," Eddie said. "And Mike won't admit it, but he definitely looks up to you, too."

"He means a lot to us," Nancy said. "They all do."

"Yeah, I got that when you said you didn't want to see Dustin cry," Eddie said. "Can't believe you threatened to shoot me."

"She almost shot me once, " Steve smirked.

"And you almost deserved it," Nancy grinned.

"Is there something wrong with me, or is it. . .?" Eddie asked, leaning closer to him.

"Super attractive? Oh yeah," Steve said. "Definitely hot. By the way, man - and I don't mean to put a damper on this - but you need a shower."

"I don't smell that - oh, yeah, yeah, I do!" Eddie gagged.

"Well, my mom and dad should be in bed by now," Nancy said. "I can sneak you upstairs, and you can take a shower there."

A few minutes later, Nancy and Steve carefully led Eddie upstairs. They paused on the stairs when they heard a noise. Eddie crouched down behind Steve.

"Oh, that's just Holly," Nancy whispered. "She, uh, sleeps dances."

"That's adorable," Steve and Eddie whispered.

"Come on."

Nancy showed him to the bathroom, gave him some of Mike's clothes, and told him to meet her in her bedroom. Steve and Nancy watched him enter the bathroom before moving to her bedroom to wait for Eddie. Steve picked up the bear on her bed, smiling at nostalgically at it. He put it under his chin and waved it at her. Nancy smiled and laid down next to him.

"We've come a long way, haven't we?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, it feels like we're both different people," Steve said.

"Well, we kind of are," Nancy said. "I'd like to think we both matured since then. Although, there's one thing that has stayed the same about you. You learn, grow, and you're always willing to do anything, to walk away from anyone, for the people you care about. You've always had heart, Steve Harrington, and it's something that I have always seen even when you had it tucked away."

Steve turned on his side to face her and stared into her eyes.

"You've always cared so much about people, and you were always willing to do whatever it takes to find the truth. You know, maybe it takes me a while, but I do learn. My mom told me I used to crawl backward. One time, I crawled backward and fell down the stairs, nearly busted my head open. I mean, eventually, I do learn. And you coming into my life. . . It was the fastest that I ever learned, and I just want to thank you for giving me the biggest thump of my life," Steve said. "I was asleep, and you woke me up."

Nancy slid her hand into Steve’s, smiling softly at him.

"Jonathan and I broke up," Nancy said.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry," Steve said.

"It was a long time coming. We were both lying to each other about why we didn't want to go see each other. Jonathan told me he wanted to go to Emerson for me, and I told him I didn't want that. I wanted him to go where he had always wanted to go. For once, I wanted him to choose something for himself. When I found out that he was going to the community college to stay near his family, I accidentally let it slip to Joyce. I didn't know she knew, but Jonathan thought I did it on purpose. He wasn't all that angry when he broke up with me, I think he was looking for an excuse, and quite frankly, so was I," Nancy said and paused. "I think he's seeing someone now."

"I'm sorry," Steve said. "Wish I knew what else to say other than that."

"It's okay," Nancy laughed and paused. "Honestly, it could have gone a lot worse. . .kind of like us. . .you deserved better. You weren't a shitty boyfriend. You were the best first boyfriend a girl could ask for. I was just - "

" - lost. I forgave you a long time ago," Steve said. "We were in two different places then."

Nancy opened her mouth to say something when the door opened and quickly closed as Eddie walked in. He was wearing a pair of Mike's sweats, no shirt, and his hair was wrapped up in a towel. He tossed his dirty clothes into Nancy's hamper, leaving out his vest and jacket. He tossed Mike's shirt over the back of the chair.

"Did I interrupt something?" Eddie asked.

Nancy and Steve took in the sight of him. The sweats hung loose at his hips, revealing the start of his treasure trail. His stomach was soft and pale. . .well, all of him was like that. He was muscular in the arms but also still soft. Nancy wondered how many times he helped load and unload his band's equipment. . .did that play a part in the muscles on his arms? The tattoos above his nipple were weird but interesting as well as the tattoo on his arm. It definitely suited him. Nancy wondered if there were any more tattoos. . .maybe under his sweats? Nancy shook her head and pulled herself out of her thoughts, and looked at Steve to find him openly staring at Eddie with his mouth open. She nudged him.

"Oh! Uh, no, man, you didn't interrupt anything," Steve said, blushing.

"Wheeler, I hope you don't mind that I used your razor to shave my pits," Eddie said.

"What?!" Nancy exclaimed, sitting up.

"Just fucking with you," Eddie said with a grin and he began moving around her room, looking through her things. "Oh, look a Tom Cruise poster! And a box with a tiny woman in it to protect your jewelry! Hmm, she looks innocent, but I bet she comes alive to kick ass when people try to take your shit."

"Are you and Robin related?" Nancy asked. "That's literally the first thing she did when she came in here."

"Jesus, yeah, he's like the male, metalhead d&d playing version of Robin!" Steve exclaimed and then shook his head. "You know, Robin doesn't know who her biological father is. Her mother was already pregnant with her when she met Robin's adopted father."

"My father is a notorious whore," Eddie grinned. "But my uncle has been known to get it on occasion. I walked in on it once."

Eddie shuddered as he continued to rifle through Nancy's things.

"What are the chances that you and Robin are related while ending up here in this situation?" Nancy asked.

"Shouldn't you know the statistics on that?" Eddie asked. "It's very good, though, because now that I'm thinking about it, Buckley has Wayne's eyes."

Nancy watched as Eddie moved to her closet and started looking through her clothes. She grinned as Eddie slipped on a pair of her sunglasses and a bright pink scarf.

"You don't mind him looking through your stuff?" Steve asked.

"He's happy," Nancy shrugged. "Plus, I have nothing to hide."

"Ooh, what's in this box?" Eddie asked.

"Except for that! Eddie, no!" Nancy yelled, jumping off the back and grabbing the box from him.

"Hm, if I didn't know any better, I'd say I found Nancy Wheeler's porn collection," Eddie said, looking absolutely delightful.

"A woman has needs just as much as a man," Nancy blushed.

"I'm right! Now, I'm even more curious," Eddie said.

"If you look in the box underneath that one, you'll find my guns," Nancy said pointedly.

"Noted," Eddie said, putting the box back.

"I'm not surprised at all that you keep your guns and porn together," Steve laughed.

"Shut up, Steve," Nancy smiled. "There's a six year old in the house. Of course, I keep them in a safe place and away from her reach."

"We're not judging you, Nance," Steve chuckled.

"Just mocking you affectionately," Eddie said and then paused, his grin growing wider. "I bet there are naked photos of Steve in there."

"No, Nancy threw those Polaroids out," Steve said and looked at Nancy, who refused to meet his eye. "Right?"

"I just didn't want it to accidentally be found by the garbage men," Nancy blushed.

"That sounds believeable," Eddie scoffed.

"Okay, that's enough snooping," Nancy said.

She took off her sunglasses and scarf, putting them away. She guided Eddie to the chair and pushed him into it. Nancy took the towel off his hair and began rubbing it harshly all over his head.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, just trying to help you," Nancy said sweetly.

Nancy dropped the towel and picked up her hair brush. She began brushing his hair, running her fingers softly through. Eddie sighed and leaned into it. Steve had gotten up and started running his hand through Eddie's hair.

"I don't think this is a two person job," Eddie said.

"I just need to do something with my hands," Steve said, and Nancy giggled. "Nancy!"

"So, you mentioned Ronnie earlier. Where's she now?" Nancy asked.

"Oh, up in NYU studying to be a lawyer," Eddie said. "She was lucky enough to get out. I was jealous of her for about a minute, but I got my head out of my ass. Realized that she deserved to fulfill her dream even if I wasn't there physically. Although it still feels like a part of me is missing, she says the same thing whenever she calls."

"Yeah, Robin tried to go out of town over Christmas, and she ended up begging me to come with her. Are we a little codependent? Sure. I'm her platonic soulmate, though, and she insists on getting matching headstones," Steve grinned.

"Oh, great idea! Next time, I talk to Ronnie. . .so you get it?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah," Steve said as he continued to untangle the rest of the knots in Eddie's hair.

"You know, I don't think anyone's played with my hair like this since my mom was alive," Eddie sighed. "I never really let anybody since. . ."

"Do you want us to stop?" Nancy asked.

"No, it's nice," Eddie said softly. "I was six when she died, I still miss her like she had died yesterday."

"I'm sorry, Eddie," Nancy said softly.

Eddie went quiet, staring at the pictures on Nancy's board in front of them. Barb was still in on there, and so was Fred. Fred. Grief hit Nancy like a ton of bricks. She had been so focused on everything that she hadn't really taken the time to feel what happened.

"Uh, I know I haven't said it yet," Steve said softly. "But I'm really sorry about Fred. I know he was your friend."

Tears welled up in Nancy's eyes and her bottom lip trembled.

"Thanks," she whispered as her hands shook.

"It's my fault," Eddie whispered, sniffling.

"What?" Steve and Nancy asked.

"If Fred hadn't been there. . .if Chrissy hadn't been there with me, then they wouldn't be dead," Eddie sobbed. "I'm fucking cursed."

Nancy and Steve touched his shoulders gently. He flinched and jumped up, pacing the room.

"Eddie, it's not your fault," Nancy said.

"It is, though! Before, when everyone hated me, I kept telling myself that they hated me because I looked like my no good rotten father who conned everyone in this goddamn town! Maybe it's me! It's always been fucking me! Higgins was right! I am rotten to the core, and everyone around me will suffer because of it! I should just do everyone a favor - "

"Don't!" Nancy exclaimed, tears in her eyes, and then she lowered her voice. "It's not your fault, Eddie. When Barb died, all I did was blame myself, and even though I went over and over it in my mind, I realized there wasn't anything that I could have done. It was Martin Brenner, who started this all, who messed with things he shouldn't have. Barb, Bob, Chrissy, and Fred. . . Their deaths are the fallout from his actions. . .all you did was play a game," Nancy said. "Brenner wanted to play God."

Nancy was crying now, too, and Steve had to pinch his nose to stop himself from crying with them.

"Why do I still feel guilty?" Eddie asked, sniffling.

"Because you care, and that's what makes you better than all those mouthbreathers out there even if you can be an asshole yourself. You're an asshole who cares," Nancy said.

She moved closer to wrap her arms around Eddie, and he flinched before hugging her back just as tightly. Nancy appreciated the fact that Steve let them have their moment because they had both needed it. All it took was a look from Nancy, and Steve was wrapping his arms around both of them.

"Just for the record, our little shrimp loves you for a reason. He may not have the best judgments when it comes to making choices and choices that I tend to have to rescue him from when they go bad, but. . .he does have a big heart, and he is a good judge of character," Steve said. "If he loves you, man, then you definitely deserve it."

"We're going to do whatever it takes to save you, Eddie," Nancy whispered.

"Thanks," Eddie said, his voice cracked.

And now he was crying for a different reason. Eddie clung to them, sobbing. A while later, they were laying in Nancy's bed with Eddie curled up in between Steve and Nancy. He had fallen fast asleep the minute he had laid on the bed.

"How did we end up in the position again?" Nancy asked.

"Because we really want to keep him," Steve said.

"You're right. He really is cute," Nancy said softly. "We have to save him, Steve. We have to stop this."

"I know," Steve said. "We will. I'm not going to run away this time."

"What are you talking about?" Nancy asked.

"I couldn't be there when you needed me the most, and I really wish I could have been, but I was scared," Steve said. "I was terrified that something was going to happen to you. . .to all of us. I couldn't sit there and watch that."

"Are you talking about when Jonathan and I took down the lab?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah," Steve said.

"Steve, I know why you didn't want to do it. It was a huge risk, and it was my risk to take. It was a risk that Jonathan decided to take. I never hated you for that. It wasn't your fault that Barb died, and even though I was drunk, I never should have said that. We wanted to be with each other, and it was just unfortunate timing that Barb died the first time we had sex. It was coming up on a year, and I just couldn't celebrate that day knowing what happened with Barb," Nancy said. "I sort of ran away, too."

"So, we're all runners," Eddie's voice spoke up. "Which is ironic, because my lungs are shit and gravity is an absolute bitch to me. Also. . .fuck, your best friend died when you two fucked for the first time? Jesus, no wonder you didn't work out back then. Fucking heavy ass shit, man."

"Eloquent, Eddie," Nancy laughed.

"I'm sorry, I just woke up," he said and rubbed his eyes.

"We should probably get you back downstairs," Nancy said. "I don't want my mother to come looking for us."

Nancy, Steve, and Eddie quickly but quietly snuck downstairs. They were halfway way down the stairs when they ran into Ted. He wasn't wearing his glasses. Nancy started at him, and he stared back at her. He looked at Steve, at Eddie, and then back at Nancy.

"I didn't see anything," Ted said with a sigh.

"What?" Nancy asked.

"Look, last time your brother kept someone in the basement, and it turned out to be a very good reason even if I didn't know it at the time. I'd rather my children not put themselves in danger, but I learned very early on that when it comes to doing the right thing, there's nothing in this world that's going to stop you," Ted said. "And when it comes down to it, it turns out that I can lie to people with guns. . .so, it's too bad I left my glasses upstairs. I can't see shit. Just be careful. . .if you need help, you know where to find me and your mother."

"Thanks, Daddy," Nancy said.

Ted moved past them and back into his bedroom.

"Well, that was unexpected," Steve said.

"Yeah," Nancy said with a smile. "That was."

They ushered Eddie back down into the basement and into the fort. Steve and Nancy dropped down on either side of him, throwing an arm over him.

"Oh, we're doing this? We're cuddling?" Eddie asked.

"Yes," Steve and Nancy said.

"Goodnight, then," Eddie said, and he lowered his voice. "I feel safe."

The next morning. . .

"Who the FUCK drew on my face?!" Dustin shrieked from the basement bathroom.

"Goddamnit, I did it again," Robin said, frowning at the market in her hand.

Nancy handed a plate of pancakes to Eddie that she had Dustin smuggle in from upstairs. Ted had complained about it loudly and then sent a wink her way before rubbing his eye. He didn't see a thing except for the markings on Dustin's face. Nancy shared a smile with Steve and Eddie as Dustin stormed out of the bathroom.

"Robin, what the hell?!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I don't know! I think I have a problem!" Robin exclaimed, causing Eddie, Nancy, and Steve to burst into laughter. "Oh, you assholes! What did you do? Steven, did you do this?!"

She threw the pen at Steve, and it hit him in the head.

"It was Eddie!" Steve laughed.

Dustin and Robin shrieked at him before laughing themselves. It caused everyone to giggle.

"Well, that was entertaining," Eddie laughed. "So, what's next?"

Eddie ended up going with them to check out the Creel House as they didn't want to risk anyone finding him at her place. Plus, Nancy still felt weird about leaving him alone. Eddie was currently helping Nancy and Steve peel away the board covering up the front door.

"I just don't think the wig was necessary," Steve said. "Your jacket is in my car. You're wearing my yellow sweater. I think you could have gotten away with wearing your hair up."

"Artistic liberty, Steven," Eddie grinned. "We're just lucky Nance had another wig. Red really suits me, don't you think?"

"You look like my ugly older sister," Max told Eddie.

"Max!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Nah, it's alright, I love it when she does this. We have an understanding as neighbors," Eddie said, and he looked at Max, trying to think of a comeback. "Damn it, that one was good."

"If Mike were here, he would have gotten her," Dustin said.

"He would not," Max rolled her eyes.

"Please, you and Mike are practically the same person," Dustin said.

"Excuse me, I am own person," Max scowled.

"Sure, I said practically the same," Dustin said, rolling his eyes. "He's a nerd who reads comic books. You're a nerd who pretends she isn't a nerd."

"I am not a nerd," Max scoffed.

"You read comic books, don't you?" Dustin asked, grinning. "Nerd."

"Whatever," Max said, rolling her eyes.

"And you're both defensive in the same way. You both care about El rather deeply. You both have your differences, but you also have the same thing that's very important: you care and sometimes a little too much. When it overwhelms you, you tend to pull away, but you also use it to fight like hell. One thing that's very important is that this party doesn't work without both of you," Dustin said.

"Ugh. . .shut up," Max said, but she was smiling slightly.

"Your kids are sweet," Eddie said.

"Don't you mean our kids?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, you're not just going to leave us to take care of them ourselves, are you?" Nancy asked.

"No, wouldn't want that," Eddie grinned, and then he scowled. "I refuse to be a deadbeat like my own father."

They pulled down the board to find the door locked. Robin quickly rectified that by finding a key. A key that turned out to a brick that she threw the glass window. It was a shame, Nancy had thought. It was a beautiful window. The house was just as creepy and decrepit on the inside as it was on the outside. Everything was covered in dust and cobwebs.

"It's a big fucking house," Eddie said.

"We should probably split up. It would be easier to look around," Nancy said.

"Are you also going to make a trap that inevitably fails?" Eddie asked.

"I did that once when I was little when I watched a little bit too much Scooby-Doo," Steve said. "My parents weren't happy when they came home early."

"Okay, so you're Fred?" Eddie asked.

"Sometimes," Steve shrugged. "And sometimes, I feel like a Daphne."

"Can we all just agree that Dustin is Scooby?" Robin asked and Max snorted.

"You act like that would insult me, but the entire show is named after him, so. . .," Dustin said.

"So, what's this guy's obsession with clocks?" Steve asked as he stared at the grandfather clock in the hallway. "Is he like a clock maker or something?"

"I think you cracked the case, Steve," Dustin said.

"Don't talk to your mother like that, butthead," Eddie said.

"Excuse me - ," Steve started to say.

"I think clockmaker is a definite possibility," Eddie winked at Steve, and Nancy smiled when Steve blushed. "Ooh! Maybe he's a time traveler!"

"Aren't we all time travelers?" Steve asked.

"We do all travel through time," Eddie said. "Like the Doctor! Except none of us have two hearts. . .well, not yet."

"You like Doctor Who?" Steve asked.

"I swear if you tell me that Steve Harrington likes Doctor Who I might scream," Eddie grinned.

"I prefer Star Trek. Me and Robin both," Steve said. "We watch Doctor Who with the kids, too, though."

"We have a bet going on that Kirk and Spock are gay for each other," Robin said. "We haven't watched all of it, so who knows. I think Steve’s full of shit. There's no way that Kirk is gay. He likes the ladies too much."

"I never said that he was gay, Robin, and you know very well that I like women, too," Steve said.

"Yeah, I know that you like women, what does that have to do with anything?" Robin asked.

"Not this again! How many times do I have to tell you?" Steve asked. "It's like the Indiana Flyer all over again!"

"In what way is it like the fake horse, Steven?" Robin asked.

"You don't listen to me, Robin!"

"Nance, do you watch the Who?" Eddie asked, grinning at the pair of bickering best friends.

"No," Nancy said.

"Let me tell you all about Sarah Jane Smith," Eddie said, throwing his arm around her. "You'd love her."

Nancy wasn't sure how she got here, but she found that she didn't mind much listening to Eddie rant about Doctor Who and then about the politics of Middle Earth. It was endearing, actually, and she knew that Eddie needed it to cope with what was going on. At some point, there was a loud noise, causing Eddie to jump and grab her. She thought for a moment that there was going to have a Scooby-Doo situation on their hands and that Eddie was going to jump into her arms like she was Shaggy. He had clearly stopped himself. Nancy and Eddie had just moved down a different corridor when Steve burst out of a room, wiping cobwebs off of himself.

"Yeah, don't - don't go in there," Steve said as he quickly closed the door and turned with his back to them. "Are there spiders in my hair?"

"Hold still, big boy," Eddie said.

Together, Nancy and Eddie ran their fingers through Steve’s hair, working together to get out the cobwebs. Nancy smiled as Steve sighed happily under their touch.

"If there's a spider nesting in there, you're never going to find it until all the eggs hatch and the babies spill out," Robin said as she passed by, cackling.

"Seriously, Robin, what is wrong with you?" Steve asked, and Eddie laughed at Robin. "Don't laugh at that."

"Yes, dear," Eddie said.

They worked in silence for a minute until Steve cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Maybe after we find Vecna, kill him, and save the world and stuff, we can all go out: you, me, Eddie," Steve said. "Or maybe we just hang out at my house and watch Doctor Who or Star Trek. . .I mean, whatever you guys want. I have other tapes."

"Not Robin?" Eddie asked.

"Uh, definitely not," Steve scoffed.

"Or any of the kids?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, no," Steve said and turned around.

Suddenly, there came the sounds of skidding feet, and Robin re-entered the hallway. She slammed into Steve’s back, hugging him tightly.

"Oh my God! I just got what you meant earlier! I'm so sorry," Robin said. "Tell me again! I'll listen with my ears this time."

"What were you listening with before?" Eddie asked, frowning.

"No, the moments passed, Robin," Steve said.

"I'll totally get it if you want to hold auditions for a new platonic soulmate," Robin said. "You've been telling me for months!"

"Nah, too much hassle," Steve said.

"I'm the dingus now," Robin said.

"Yeah, that's true, but I still love you," Steve said.

"I love you, too," Robin said.

"I don't know what's happening here, but I like it," Eddie said and wrapped his arms around them.

"Seriously, this guy?" Robin asked Steve.

"My uncle might be your father, Buckley," Eddie sighed.

"What?!"

"Nancy, you want to get in on this?" Eddie asked.

Nancy giggled and joined the group hug. A minute later, Dustin, Lucas, and Max found them still in that position.

"What are we celebrating?" Dustin asked.

"Steve’s hair is pregnant with spider babies."

"Robin!"

"I knew it!"

They continued exploring the house until they finally followed the lights all the way up into the attic. Night was soon starting to fall again, and wielding their flashlights, they followed the source of the flickering. Eddie didn't have a flashlight, so he took Nancy and Steve's free hands in his. Standing in the dark room, Nancy could feel his presence, and judging by the looks on their faces, they could feel him, too. One by one, the lights flared to life and then burst suddenly. Eddie squeezed their hands tightly, and even though it was hurting slightly, Nancy didn't want to let go of his hand either. Yes, Vecna was definitely in the Upside Down. Shit.

"So, now what the fuck are we going to do?" Eddie asked, plopping down on the basement couch, in between Steve and Nancy.

Before anyone could answer, the basement door opened, and Karen came downstairs. They didn't have time to hide Eddie. Luckily, he was still wearing Nancy's wig. Karen stared at him and then looked over at Nancy.

"New friend, Nancy?" Karen asked.

"Steve’s new girlfriend!" Dustin blurted out. "Uh. . .Elizabeth!"

"Really?" Karen asked, clearly not buying it. "You're Steve’s girlfriend, Elizabeth?"

Eddie nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"Yeah, we ran into her when we were out earlier. The kids wanted to invite her over," Steve said, throwing his arm around Eddie.

"I was pretty sure that you and Nancy were getting back together," Karen said.

"They are!" Dustin blurted out again.

Nancy resisted the urge to roll her eyes and smiled at her mother. She placed her hand on Eddie's knee.

"We have a, uh, very open relationship," Nancy said.

"Really?" Karen asked, crossing her arms. "I always assumed it would be you, Steve, and Jonathan."

"Really?!" Everyone asked.

"Well, it's not. Besides, Jonathan is dating someone else," Nancy said.

"So, I'm just supposed to ignore the fact that Elizabeth is Eddie Munson in a wig?" Karen asked. "You do remember that I bought you all those wigs when you were younger when you and Mike decided to play barbershop? You were bald for the longest time."

"I swear, I'm just a lady - " Eddie said in an over the top feminine southern accent and then dropped it. "Yeah, you're not buying any of this."

"No, I'm not," Karen said and sighed. "Look, we've all tried to be patient with all of you, but clearly, there's something that you've been hiding from all of us. As much as I want to, I can't force you to be honest with me. We do trust your judgment. If you think that Eddie's not a murderer than he must not be. We've lied to the police before, and we can do it again. But if you get into danger, then you call us, alright?"

"Dad said something similar the night before," Nancy said. "Is there something you're not telling us?"

"You think after Will, after Starcourt, that we wouldn't know that something's up?" Karen asked. "We may not be perfect, but we're not stupid. You might as well all come up for dinner."

"So, this is what it's like being on the other foot," Dustin said.

"Next time, let someone else tell the lies," Max said.

After a very awkward dinner, Eddie found himself in Nancy's room, cuddling up to Nancy and Steve again.

"I feel like everything is going to change tomorrow," Eddie muttered. "I don't know how I'm going to come back from all this."

"Don't say that, Eddie," Nancy said softly, but Eddie had fallen asleep on them again.

The next day had proven to be a lot harder when they got wind that Patrick had died at Lover's Lake. Eddie was now, officially, a suspect for all three deaths. They had no other choice but to involve the other parents and let them know that they were hiding Eddie Munson. Although Nancy couldn't exactly tell them what was going on because, well, how would they prove it was true? They had spent that day talking about their plan and how they were going to find a gate to the Upside Down. It had been Dustin who figured out that there might be a gate at each murder sight. While the parents were all talking, they all snuck out to Nancy's car and then drove off to Lover's Lake.

"Look, I was captain of the swim team, I've trained as a lifeguard," Steve said. "Anyone else want to go down there to check and see if there's a gate?"

Max, Lucas, and Dustin had protested when they all filled into the boat without them. Steve had ended up with the yellow sweater again while Eddie was once again in his vest and jacket. Steve took off his shoes and shoes before stripping off the sweater. He threw the sweater at Eddie, winking. Eddie scoffed and immediately pulled out a cigarette, popping it into his mouth, tucking the sweater close to him. Robin took the cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it into the lake.

"I refuse to have a cousin that smokes," Robin said.

"Well, you're not going to like having a dad that smokes," Eddie said. "And whatever fish that swallowed that cigarette is probably going to die. Nice, Robin."

Eddie grabbed a plastic bag and used it to wrap up the flashlight. He handed it to Steve.

"Thanks," Steve said.

He moved to the edge of the boat. He was stopped by both Nancy and Eddie grabbing his hands. Steve turned to look at them. Nancy shared a look with Eddie before grabbing his hand as well.

"Be careful," Nancy said, looking backing at Steve.

"Good luck, sweetheart," Eddie muttered.

"Starting to feel like a fourth oar here," Robin said to herself.

Nancy's eyes took all of Steve in for a moment, smiling and knowing that Eddie was doing the same. They released Steve’s hands, and together, they watched as he jumped into the lake. Nancy was the one squeezing Eddie's hand this time, and he squeezed it back, letting her know that he was just as frightened as she was. They waited with baited breath, not saying anything. It seemed to last forever until finally, Steve’s head broke the surface, and he swam towards the edge of the boat. He reported that there was definitely a gate down there, but it was small. Before they could pull him back onto the boat, something yanked him underneath the water. Everyone screamed. Nancy immediately jumped up.

"Nancy!" Eddie yelled.

"We have to go after him," Nancy said.

"I know," Eddie said.

He stood up and grabbed her hand. Together, they both jumped into the lake. They found Steve in the middle of the Upside Down version of Lover's Lake. A vine was wrapped around his ankle and a tail of a bat like creature wrapped around his throat. There were bats eating into his stomach. Nancy didn't hesitate to pick up an oar and start swinging. She was pleased to note that Eddie and Robin didn't hesitate either. They hit the ones attacking his stomach away, but it was Steve who grabbed the one around his throat and tore it in half by stepping on it. Blood dripped out of his mouth as he gasped for breath. More bats were coming, and the others had blocked the gate. Their only choice was to find cover, which happened to be Skull Rock. Nancy wrapped an arm around Steve while Eddie did the same on his other side. Robin led the way to Skull Rock. They set him gently down underneath, all four of them diving for cover. Nancy knelt down in front of Steve and immediately began tearing off bits of her shirt.

"Does he get hurt a lot?" Eddie asked. "I feel like he gets hurt a lot."

"This is definitely not the first time," Robin said, looking over Nancy's shoulder.

"And it won't be the last," Steve said.

Eddie helped Nancy wrap the makeshift bandage around Steve. Nancy chuckled softly.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"Just thinking about the last time that Steve and I were here," Nancy said.

"Seriously, Nance?" Steve blushed and smiled.

"We were in similar positions, except that it was the other way around," Nancy grinned.

"Really? You got King Steve to kneel for you?" Eddie asked, his eyes twinking.

"He loves being generous," she said. "He is very good with his tongue."

"Really?" Eddie asked with a wicked grin. "That's good to know."

"I'm also good with my tongue," Nancy said.

"Damn," Eddie said. "That's also good to know."

"And you know those pictures of Steve? The pink scarf is the only thing that Steve has on," Nancy said.

"Nancy!"

"Fuuuuckkk."

"There's a special dance that goes with them," Nancy said.

"Too much information about my best friend!" Robin exclaimed.

They helped Steve up, securing an arm around him. Just as they were moving out from under the rock, the ground began to shake. Steve held on tight to both of them as all three fell to the ground. He was still holding onto them even when the shaking stopped. The four of them decided that the next best course of action was to gather Nancy's guns from her house, and they moved quickly on. Well, as quickly as they could with an injured, shoeless Steve. Nancy was sure his ankle might have been sprained from being yanked into the lake. Eddie gently slipped his vest onto Steve’s shoulders with a grin. Nancy and Eddie each kept an arm secured around Steve, letting him lean on them while Robin led the way.

"Thank you both for saving my ass back there," Steve said.

"You've got an ass worth saving, Stevie," Eddie said grinning.

"I'd do it again," Nancy said, squeezing his hip. "It's not just your ass that's worth saving. You deserve it, too."

"She didn't waste a second, you know," Eddie said fondly. "Not a single goddamn second. You know, if I were you, I'd get her back because that was the most unambiguous sign of true love that my cynical eyes had ever seen."

"You jumped in with me," Nancy pointed out.

"Yeah, I did do that," Eddie said, clearing his throat before smirking. "Maybe you've got competition, Wheeler."

"You're not fighting over me in the Upside Down," Steve said.

"It's hard to believe, you know, that I am in this position. I'm glad I was wrong about you, man. Steve Harrington, popular, great hair, and good with women. . .no way, is he such a good dude?! I was wrong about Chrissy Cunningham, too. She was kind and beautiful. . .not as mean and scary as I thought she would be. I was wrong about you, too, Nancy, I thought for sure you'd be prissy, but you two are the most badass people that I have ever met," Eddie said. "I've never been more glad to be wrong in my life. If there's any good that's come from all this shit, it's been getting to know you two."

"Eddie," Nancy said softly.

Nancy looked over at Steve, and he looked just as touched as she did. Nancy blushed, suddenly, as she realized that Steve might not get told this often enough. She should have said something back then that he wasn't a shitty boyfriend. Eddie gazed at Steve, looking at him with soft eyes, and Steve's eyes were even softer. Yeah, he definitely needed to be told that more. Does he know that he's a good man?

"And Robin, too!" Eddie yelled suddenly. "Gaining her as a cousin has been an absolute delight!"

"I can do better!" Robin yelled back.

"Asshole," Eddie grinned.

"You were pretty sure earlier that it was just women for you. What made you change your mind?" Steve asked, softly.

"You did, big boy," Eddie winked. "You two, without a doubt - ,"

Before he could finish his thoughts, the ground shook again. He fell quiet after that, holding onto Steve as tightly as he could without hurting him. Nancy knew, without a doubt, that she was falling in love with Steve all over again, but goddamn it, she was also falling for Eddie. Eddie, who was falling for Steve and she couldn't help but wonder if he was falling for her as well. She wondered if this could really be something. After getting to her house, they discovered that the guns were no longer there due to the fact that the Upside Down was stuck on the day Will went missing. After that, they discovered or, rather, Steve and Nancy had discovered they could communicate with Dustin through the lights. Apparently, Dustin was somehow back at Nancy's house. They ended up riding to Eddie's trailer on bicycles. Nancy tried not to laugh at the fact that Eddie got stuck with the kid bike. He playfully glared at her.

"Want to switch?" Nancy asked.

"I can manage," Eddie said.

Eddie pushed off, and when he fell back behind Steve, Nancy got curious and fell back with him. Eddie nodded his head at Steve, who had his rear hiked up in the air as he peddled. Eddie flashed his dimples at Nancy, and she giggled. The laughter had died down when they entered Eddie's trailer and found the gate glaring at them with a red light, reminding them that this was where Chrissy died. Nancy took Eddie's hand and caught Steve’s eyes. He quickly grabbed Eddie's other hand to let him know that he was there for him, too. There was a long stretch of silence as they all gaped at it. Suddenly, something tried to tear through the skin like opening of the gate. It startled all of them, especially when it was revealed to be the handle of a broom. They moved closer to the gate, very careful not to do anything stupid. They looked up to find other other people looking up at them as well. It was Dustin, Lucas, Max, Erica, and. . .

"Dad?!" Nancy exclaimed.

"So, this is what you've been up to?" Ted asked. "I'm both mortified and filled with regret."

"How can you tell?" Eddie asked.

"That's just his face, Eddie," Nancy said, slightly offended for her father.

"Right, sorry."

It was Dustin, yet again, who figured out a way for them to get through safely. Which to Nancy's amusement, Eddie had enjoyed quite immensely. Nancy was the second to last, climbing up into the gate until. . .suddenly, she wasn't. She was in Steve’s pool and watching Barb die again. The visions changed to Eddie dying, being ripped open by bats. . .the same thing happening with Steve. Then, she was shown visions of Vecna's past. Henry Creel, the comatose son who had been behind it all. . .who had tricked and manipulated Eleven. And she was shown Henry's vision of the future: Hawkins being ripped open. . .Nancy's family dying: Mike, Holly, Karen, and Ted. She was shown her friends dying one by one, the kids dying. . .once again, she was shown Steve and Eddie. This time, Jonathan was there, too. Nancy woke up from the nightmare to find herself in Steve and Eddie's arms with Ted hovering above her.

"It's okay, darlin," Eddie said. "We've got you."

Shaking, they all helped Nancy up and through the gate. Max quickly offered up her trailer, and as soon as they were away from the gate, Nancy threw herself into Ted's arms. She never wanted to get him or her mother involved, but right now, she was glad that her father was here.

"I'm here, baby, I'm here," Ted said softly.

He wasn't the best at showing physical affection, but when the kids needed it, he came through, like he was right now. Ted held onto her tightly as she continued to sob. Nancy was about to tell them all what happened when there came a knock on the door. Everyone tensed up. Nancy and Steve quickly hid Eddie behind them as Max moved to answer the door. Wayne Munson stood on the doorstep.

"I was stopping by the trailer to pick up some stuff. . .I didn't expect to see, well, hell, I don't know what that was," Wayne said. "I thought I'd come check on ya. Is your mama home?"

"Of course she isn't," Max scoffed.

"Is everything alright?" Wayne asked, and then he spotted Steve. "Hey! That's Eddie's vest. Why do you have that? Where's my boy?!"

When Wayne stepped into through the door, Max quickly closed the door behind him. Eddie popped up from behind Steve and Nancy.

"I'm here, I'm fine, don't kill him!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Eddie," Wayne said, his voice breaking.

Wayne pulled Eddie into a hug, holding onto him tightly.

"I didn't - ," Eddie started to say.

"I know, son, I know," Wayne said.

Eddie cried into his shoulder, in the very same position that Nancy had been in earlier with her own father. Robin came up between them, clutching Steve’s arm. Nancy glanced at her. Right, there was a chance that Wayne was her biological father. She was standing back, though, and letting them have their moment. . .or maybe she was afraid. Studying Robin's face, she knew that it wasn't the right moment, not for Robin or for Wayne. As soon as Wayne pulled away from the hug, Nancy caught him up on what was going on, including letting him and everyone else know what went on in her vision. Nancy stood in front of them all. She knew what they had to do.

"We have to kill him," Nancy decided.

"Did you forget one obvious thing, Nance?" Robin asked. "He has powers. We do not. How the hell are we supposed to go up against Vecna/Henry/One with nothing?!"

"We can't let him kill Max and destroy this town, Robin. We have to try because if we sit here and do nothing, then what's the point of everything we've ever done? What would have happened if Joyce had given up on Will? If El hadn't come back when the gate was still open?" Nancy asked. "What if Dustin had given up on finding you and Steve in the Russian bunker under Starcourt? If you had been left there to be tortured? We have to try because that's who we are."

"Okay. . .fair point. The question still remains: How?" Robin asked.

"Well, if he has powers like El. . .then maybe has weaknesses like El, too?" Dustin asked.

"What do you mean?" Nancy asked.

"Well, El is at her most vulnerable when she remotes travel. Maybe it's the same for Vecna. We'd need bait to pull him in," Dustin said.

"I'll do it," Max said. "I'll be the bait."

Everyone was immediately up in arms about it, but in the end, it was Max's decision. They needed an arsenal. Eddie immediately suggested going to the War Zone.

"When did you go to the War Zone, boy?" Wayne asked.

"Remember in the spring of '84 when Dad manipulated me and conned me into helping him rob a drug kingpin's supply line?" Eddie asked.

"Vaguely," Wayne said, scowling.

"That was when," Eddie said.

"I'll never forgive Al for that," Wayne muttered. "No good, son of a bitch."

"You have the same mother," Eddie said in amusement.

"You can't prove that," Wayne said. "His mama - "

"Your mama, too, Uncle Wayne," Eddie said.

"HIS mama was a bitch," Wayne said and Robin laughed.

"Hey, Wayne, have you met Robin?" Eddie grinned. "We might have the same grandparents."

"Al?" He asked.

"Think again."

"Your mama's name Melissa?" Wayne asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So, you'll tell us all about that thing with your dad, right?" Nancy asked Eddie.

"As long as you promise not to put it in the paper," Eddie grinned.

"Can't make any promises," Nancy said, and he laughed.

After making plans for the War Zone, they realized that they needed a bigger vehicle. That meant stealing one, specifically the RV in Forest Hills. They all had to sneak into an open window, including Ted and Wayne. They had argued against all of this, but they knew their kids were going to do this with or without them. They thought it was better to do it with them. As much as Ted wanted to go back home to let Karen know, the police would also had eyes on the house still, and Nancy knew they figured out by now that Ted had slipped past them. Now, Nancy was watching with Steve as Eddie hot wired the vehicle.

"Just one of the things good ol' dad taught me," Eddie muttered.

"It's a useful skill to have, especially now since you're using it save the world," Nancy said. "Very heroic."

"You know, I'm not so sure about you driving this thing, Eddie," Robin said.

"Oh ye of little faith, cousin!" Eddie yelled. "Wayne, tell your daughter to have more faith in me!"

"Nah, she's got you pegged pretty good, Ed," Wayne said.

"Ha!"

"Don't worry, Robs, Harrington's got her, don't ya, big boy?" Eddie asked, peering around Nancy.

Suddenly, Wayne moved Eddie to the passenger's seat and took the wheel.

"You shouldn't let your wounded boy drive, son," Wayne said as he started the vehicle.

"My wounded boy?" Eddie asked, blushing.

"You gave him your battle vest," Wayne said as he drove faster.

"Oh, they're after us, and they're pissed!" Dustin yelled.

"Well, it's not every day you lose your car and your house in one fell swoop!" Robin exclaimed.

"Trust me, darlin, they're assholes! I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure they killed our cat!" Wayne said.

Nancy was moving towards the back when they hit a pothole. She fell backward and right into Eddie's lap. He grinned and held onto her. They managed to get far enough away where Wayne could slow the vehicle down.

"You know, if I had another vest, I'd give it to you, too, sweetheart," Eddie muttered to Nancy.

"You're so cute," Nancy muttered.

"So, what's going on here?" Wayne asked.

"Pay attention to the road, old man," Eddie grinned.

Nancy and Eddie got up to move over to Steve to check on him. Eddie yanked Dustin up and took his spot beside Steve. Nancy and Eddie immediately began to fuss over him, ignoring Dustin's protest about moving him out of his seat. Meanwhile, Ted squeezed Nancy's shoulder before moving to the passenger's seat to sit beside Wayne. Eddie made some makeshift bandages from the clothes he found in the RV and a bottle of water. He picked up Steve’s feet and began cleaning the wounds on the bottom. He wrapped them up and looked up at him.

"Hey, Steve?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"You do know that you're a good man, right?" Eddie asked.

Nancy smiled. Clearly, he had picked up on that, too, from their little moment in the Upside Down.

"I mean, yeah, I guess," Steve said awkwardly.

"Well, you are, sweetheart. The best there is, I think. You two, both. I mean, I don't know anyone who'd do what you all have done. You love these kids, and you put it all on the line for them. You've even risked it for me," Eddie said softly.

"Hey, you're a good man, too," Steve said, tilting his chin up. "It's important that you know that."

"You're both amazing," Nancy said, biting her lip.

"So, are you, darlin," Eddie said.

"Oh, yeah, I know," Nancy said, and they laughed.

"You know, I had this dream when I was a kid. . .it probably sounds silly," Steve said.

"Tell us," Nancy said softly.

Eddie remained on the floor and nestled himself between their legs. He rested his chin on Steve’s leg, looking up at him.

"Ooh, story time," Eddie said.

"There's an RV kind of like this one. . .I'd imagine gathering up the six little Harrington nuggets into it. We'd go anywhere. . .to the beach, to California, to Yellowstone. We'd see it all together, and it would be like. . .," Steve trailed off.

"An adventure?" Eddie asked with a smile.

"Yeah, not like this one, though," Steve said.

"It would be exciting," Eddie said.

"It sounds nice," Nancy said and then said in a teasing voice as she glanced at the kids. "The six kids part sounds like a total nightmare."

"Hey, are you talking about us?" Dustin asked.

"Well, it's not like we have any practice, or anything," Steve grinned.

"Hey! You are talking about us!"

"That's fair," Nancy laughed as they continued to ignore Dustin.

"So, what made baby Steve dream of such adventures with his little chicken nuggets?" Eddie asked in amusement.

"Well, whenever my dad would go away on business, my mom would go with him to make sure he didn't cheat. They didn't like bringing a kid on a plane, and they'd leave me at home. I always wanted to travel with them and see more of the world outside of the house," Steve said. "They always left me alone, though, and I just didn't want to do it alone."

"I get that. Before I moved in with Wayne, my father constantly left me alone because he was a conman, and his schemes were always more important than me. I used to dream of getting out of Hawkins and traveling the world, making it big with my music. My mom had these records. These records that she loved. She used to call them her plane tickets. She loved music, and because she did, I did, too. I never wanted to leave this town on my own, though. I hate being alone," Eddie said. "Despite the fact that I do have a tendency to keep people at arms length, sometimes."

"I don't want to be alone, either," Nancy said softly. "You know, reporters can travel anywhere, too."

"Well, if I didn't know any better, I would definitely think that Nancy Wheeler is asking us to run away with her," Eddie said in amusement.

"It certainly sounds like that," Steve said with a smile.

"Well, if this doesn't work out, the whole clearing my name, I'm definitely going to have to go on the run," Eddie said and smiled. "It would be nice to have company. Although, I'm not sure if I can ask you to do that."

"You don't have to," Nancy said softly.

Eddie took her hand, and then Steve’s. He placed a kiss on Nancy's hand before doing the same with Steve’s. Curled up in between their legs, Eddie laid his head on Steve’s leg again and fell asleep.

"It's amazing how quickly he does that with us," Steve said.

"It's because he feels safe with you!" Wayne hollered from the front seat. "As a baby, it used to take forever to fall asleep in Al's arms, but whenever his mama held him. . .Boy fell asleep so fast. He was the same with me!"

Nancy and Steve shared a smile before running their fingers through his hair.

"We're definitely keeping him," Nancy whispered.

Ted went into the War Zone with Nancy, Steve, Robin, Erica, and Max. Wayne decided it would be safer if someone stayed in the RV with Eddie, Dustin, and Lucas.

"I'm sorry," Ted said as they walked through the aisles. "That you had to go through all of this, and I'm sorry that I haven't - that I'm not sure what to say."

"You know I don't hate you for being awkward, right?" Nancy asked.

"No?" Ted asked.

"You and Mike are a lot alike," Nancy said.

"We are?" He asked.

"Both very awkward people who tend to put their foot in their mouths," she said in amusement. "Then again, so am I. Maybe I'm more like you than I thought. I'm not the greatest at picking up on social ques either, which is something I have in common with Robin, Steve, and Eddie."

"So, I'm normal, then?" Ted asked.

"I think normal is an overrated and overused word that no one really knows what it means. Everyone has their quirks," Nancy said.

"Never thought about it like that," he said.

"Most people don't," Nancy said.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?" Ted replied.

"Thanks, Daddy. I'm proud of you, too," Nancy said softly. "Thanks for showing up."

"Always."

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Steve talked to Robin. He was wearing proper clothing now, which was a shame because he looked hot in Eddie's vest with his chest hair peaking out. Although Nancy thought he looked attractive in the camouflage shirt and the brown leather jacket. Steve probably also appreciated the fact that he had shoes now. Nancy followed Robin's eyes and found what, or rather, who she was looking at. Vickie Fisher. Oh. Nancy had talked to her a few times. She was in the band, and Nancy knew she rambled a lot. Yeah, she was perfect for Robin. Nancy smiled as she showed her father the guns. He didn't know much about them. Nancy was in the middle of explaining each one to Ted when Jason Carver showed up. He had clearly wanted to show her who was in charge, but with her holding a gun and her father behind her, he had changed his mind. They left quickly after that. . .rushing to gather their things and nearly tripped over each other, getting into the RV. As Wayne drove away, Nancy noticed that Eddie's eyes never left Steve, and she smiled. Yeah, he liked the new outfit as well.

"Alright, this seems good," Wayne announced.

He had parked them in a clearing surrounded completely by trees. It was a good place to hide from people and a good place to put their weapons together. Nancy was showing Max how to make a sawed-off shotgun.

"So, you seem cozy with Steve and Eddie," Max said.

"Yeah, I suppose I am. Where are you going with this, Max?" Nancy asked.

"Do you like both of them?" She asked.

"Yeah, I do. I definitely do," Nancy grinned.

"Are all three of you a thing?" Max asked.

"I mean, I don't know for sure. We've talked about it, but we haven't really talked about it," Nancy said. "You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I guess," Max said and paused. "So, Steve was willing to take you back even though you hurt him?"

"Well, he didn't hold a grudge because he understood the circumstances involved and why I pushed him away. He knew how hard I was struggling then. He has a really good heart," Nancy said. "He knew that some people just fuck up, especially when life turns into something so messy and complicated. He just completely understood that I deserved to be forgiven."

"Do you think Lucas will do the same thing?" Max asked softly.

"I know it," Nancy said. "You both deserve it. He understands that you've been through so much and that it wasn't your intention to hurt him."

"Billy was hurting," Max whispered. "When he hurt people, he was hurting, too."

"Max Mayfield," Nancy said. "You are nothing like him. You're allowed to get angry, and you're allowed to pull away when you're hurting, but it doesn't make you a bad person. Intentions matter, Max. You handled it way better than he did. Even at your lowest, you chose not to hurt people the way that he did. It's difficult to go through this, and no one is expecting you to know how to deal with it all. The fact that you managed to get this far says a lot. The fact that you're still willing to fight. . .we're all proud of you, Max."

"Thanks, Nancy," Max said.

Nancy smiled and hugged her. Max froze, and then she wrapped her arms around her, hugging her back tightly.

"I'm here, Max," Nancy whispered. "We're all here for you."

"I'm scared," Max sniffled, and Nancy held her tighter. "I don't want to die."

Nancy glanced over Max's head and watched as Eddie fought playfully with Dustin. Suddenly, he pulled Dustin close to whisper something to him, and then they hugged. She was more determined than ever to save Max. They had to stop him. They just had to. Nancy glanced over at Steve. He was sitting next to Robin, Wayne, and Ted, making molotov cocktails. Nancy smiled briefly as Steve talked with Ted. He always got along with her father. Suddenly, Max pulled away from her.

"I'm going to go talk to Lucas," Max said.

Nancy caught Steve’s eye and nodded towards the RV, then back at Eddie. Steve smiled, letting her know he understood before getting up and walking into the RV. Nancy caught Eddie's and motioned to him to follow her before moving to follow Steve. When Nancy and Eddie got into the RV, Steve was sitting on the couch in the back. They sat down on either side of him.

"Before we did anything, I wanted us to talk," Nancy said.

"Yeah, me, too," Steve said.

"Do you have something that you need to get off your chest, Stevie?" Eddie asked. "Your shirt, perhaps?"

"Shut up, I do need to say something, asshole," Steve said.

"You go first," Nancy said.

"The dream that I mentioned earlier, it was true, every single word of it, but there's an important part that I left out," Steve said, taking their hands. "The most important part. You were there. You've always been there, Nance, but now there's someone else there, too. It might be a little soon, but you're there too, Eddie. I don't want to chose between you. . ."

Steve looked down at his lap. Nancy touched his cheek, gently with her fingertips, and turned his face so he could meet her eyes. He said what had needed to be said.

"Then don't," Nancy said and closed the gap between them.

God, she missed kissing him. It really did feel like coming home, coming back to a part of herself that she had left behind. Steve was sweet and soft as ever. She could feel it in the kiss that Steve missed her just as much as she missed him. She pulled away and let Eddie be the one to kiss him. They looked beautiful together. It clearly wasn't Steve’s first time kissing a man, but it was his first time kissing Eddie Munson, who brought the same energy towards kissing as he did with everything else: enthusiastically manic. Steve had pulled back a little bit, startled by the enthusiasm at first, but then he kissed Eddie back, trying hard to match him. It was like they were challenging each other. . .their lips fighting together. Nancy recognized the warm feeling in her stomach. She didn't give them the chance to break apart. She yanked Eddie back. She had to know. Nancy slammed her lips to Eddie's. He tasted like the old cigarettes and flat mountain dew he found in the RV. It was gross, but she enjoyed the way he kissed. . .how desperate he was to prove himself. God, she wanted to climb on top of both of them. Eddie let out a whine as she pulled back. She cupped the back of their heads with each hand.

"Mine," she said to them.

"Yours," they agreed.

Nancy was charged up and ready to go. Maybe it was Max telling her she wasn't ready to die or maybe it was her dad being there for her, or maybe it was the kisses she shared with her men that fueled her rage. Solidifying all of that and tying it together was the rage she still felt from Fred and Barb's death. . .from Bob's death as well. . .from all the trauma the kids endured. She was ready. It was time to do this, and knowing what was at stake, she was more determined than ever. They dropped off Max, Lucas, and Erica at the Creel House first, then drove back to Eddie's trailer. They were all wearing protective vests, something Eddie refused to zip up, much to Nancy's and Steve's annoyance. Wayne, Ted, Dustin, and Robin were the first ones out of the RV. Steve and Nancy held Eddie back.

"You're missing something," Steve whispered.

He grabbed Eddie by his hips and pulled him flush against him. Steve wound his arms around him. Nancy stood behind Eddie and encircled her arms around his waist. She fastened Eddie's new belt from behind him. Eddie looked down.

"Holy shit! Is this belt for me?" Eddie asked, touching the bullet belt.

"Yeah, Eddie, the belt is for you," Nancy laughed.

"Metal," Eddie breathed.

Nancy moved and wedged herself in between the two young men. She grabbed his chin, not too forcefully, to look at her.

"We need you to not do anything stupid, okay, Eddie?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, don't be cute, and try to be a hero," Steve said.

"Nah, I'd figure I'd let you two be the heroes," Eddie said with a smirk.

"We're serious, Eddie, we want you to be safe," Nancy said.

"I want you to be safe, too," Eddie said softly.

"Eddie," she said gently, touching his face, and then she scowled. "For fuck's sake, zip up your jacket."

He leaned down and kissed Nancy before moving to do the same with Steve. They moved out of the RV and into the trailer. With Ted and Wayne's help, they were a lot more confident, though they wished they had somehow gotten a message across to the other parents without alerting the authorities before they started all of this. The seven of them went through the gate without any problems. . .well, almost. Wayne nearly busted his ass. Luckily, Ted was there to help him.

"Aw, I think my dad is making a friend," Nancy said.

"Aw, that's crazy because my dad is also making a friend," Robin said.

"Shut up," Ted and Wayne said.

Of course, Steve had to show off for Eddie and Nancy, who just laughed him. They weren't impressed at all. Once they were through the gate, they knew it would mean parting ways. Ted would be going with Steve, Robin, and Nancy while Wayne would be staying with the others.

"You take care of them," Wayne said to Ted, clapping a hand on his shoulder, glancing at Robin.

"Of course, you do the same," Ted said.

Robin rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Wayne.

"You have to stay safe, okay? I don't need any DNA test to know that you're my father. I can feel it. My mom and Pop, they want to see you. My pop wants to know you, and my mom wants to thank you for giving the greatest gift of her life. No matter how many times I say that, I'm not great, and I try to prove it by pointing it out that she hates it when I ramble," Robin said and laughed. "Like I'm doing right now, which is weird. My mother doesn't do it, so who knows where I get it from."

"Used to be quite the yapper when I was younger and my daddy, too, but my mother couldn't stand it. She talked a lot, too, but her way was more subtle, not all together all the time. A lot more conniving, too. She used to yell at us all the time to shut up," Wayne said. "You don't ever have to stop talking with me."

Eddie threw his arms around the both of them. Nancy watched with a smile on her face and shared a look with Steve, looking longingly at them. Suddenly, she remembered that Steve didn't have his parents, and he never really did. Nancy put her arm through his and pressed her cheek into his shoulder, reminding them that they were his family. Dustin had the same idea and hugged him.

"You're not allowed to get hurt again," Dustin muttered. "You die, I die. Remember?"

"I got it," Steve said softly. "I'll tell you what I told Eddie. Don't try to be a hero. You guys are the distractions. You get to safety as soon as possible. Got it?

Steve wrapped an arm around Dustin and pressed his cheek onto the top of his head.

"Got it," Dustin chuckled weakly. "We'll leave the heroics to you and Nancy."

"You and Eddie are both assholes," Steve said in amusement.

Dustin pulled back to hug Nancy as well.

"You're still my favorite," Nancy whispered as she hugged him, and he laughed.

Robin pulled away from hugging her father and cousin to hug Dustin.

"You're a pain in our ass but I love you, you little hellhound," Robin said. "Stay safe."

"You too," Dustin said before moving to hug Ted.

"I thought you hated me," Ted said in surprise.

"Oh, Teddy, you really are clueless," Dustin said. "I enjoy our banter, and you make it easy it mess with you."

"Glad I could help," Ted said and paused. "Don't die."

"You don't die," Dustin said.

Ted, Steve, Nancy, and Robin started walking towards the Creel House when Eddie called out.

"Steve, Nancy?"

Nancy and Eddie turned to meet him. Eddie paused, looking at them both meaningfully.

"Make him pay."

Nancy swallowed. Yeah, that they were definitely going to do. For a moment, she could see what he was thinking. She was thinking of Barb. . .of Fred while Eddie was clearly thinking of Chrissy. Nancy threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. It was brief, and she could feel Steve beside them. She moved aside to let Steve kiss him as well. They didn't say anything else. They didn't need to. As hard as it was, Nancy and Steve walked away from Eddie. She reached out to Steve and took his hand, holding onto it tightly. As soon as they got to the Creel House, it was an immediate disaster. All four of them had gotten trapped to the walls by the vines, nearly choked to death by their grip. Luckily, something had stopped it from killing them. . .as though it had been some invisible force guiding their hand. Nancy wondered if El somehow got her powers back. She didn't dwell on it for too long. They finally made it to the attic. Shit, he was just as terrifying in person.

"Get into place," Nancy said to her dad, and he looked at her. "We'll be fine."

Ted nodded and moved delicately towards the back of the attic, behind Vecna. He gripped the axe in his hand, preparing to do his worst. Steve and Robin lit their cocktails while Nancy prepared to shoot, praying that her plan worked. This was her plan. This was all on her if it didn't work out. Nancy tried not to think about it. If she thought about it, then she'd throw up. Robin threw her molotov first, and then it was Steve lighting Henry Creel on fire. Vecna awoke with a roar and started moving towards them, the vines snapping off him. Nancy raised her gun and started shooting. Ted had moved at the same time. He raised his axe in the air and slammed it into Henry's neck. It had barely made a dent with the thick vine like material that was now his skin. Vecna roared and turned to swipe his claws at Ted, throwing him backward as he did so.

"DADDY!" Nancy screamed. "HEY! ASSHOLE!"

Nancy moved forward, closer to Vecna as she continued to shoot. Vecna turned to her and smirked as he moved closer to her as well. Ted had gotten up, blood soaking his vest, and raised the axe again. He slammed it into his neck, this time with more force, and hit him again. Together, Nancy and Ted came after him. No one was sure what finally killed him, but it was Ted and Nancy who took one finally shot at him. Ted sliced through his neck at the same time Nancy's bullet hit the skin. Vecna's head rolled off his body. Nancy, Ted, Steve, and Robin followed it. Nancy quickly loaded her gun again while Ted raised his axe and started to hit Vecna's head with his axe while Nancy unloaded her gun. Finally, after a minute, they realized he wouldn't be moving. They stopped. Sharing a look, they realized they wanted to make sure he was dead. The four of them gathered his head and body into a pile. With the last of their supplies of molotov cocktails, they lit his body on fire. Nancy turned to Ted.

"Are you okay, Dad?" Nancy asked.

"We can worry about that later. Let's get out of here," Ted said.

They didn't waste any time arguing with him. They moved as quickly as they could towards the trailer, the flames of the burning Creel House at their back. Nancy could swear she could hear screams coming from the burning vines themselves. The ground began to shake harder than ever, and they stumbled a few times, getting back to the trailer. The closer they got, Nancy could feel that something was wrong and the feeling only grew. Just as they were almost there, they heard it. Dustin's screams. They took off without hesitation. When they arrived, Dustin was kneeling in between a bloody Eddie and Wayne, surround by dead bats.

"NO!" Nancy, Steve, and Robin screamed.

They skidded down next to Dustin. Nancy's heart was hammering in her chest. No, this couldn't be happening. Not again. They couldn't lose him, either of them.

"They're still alive," Dustin sobbed. "Not for long though, we have to get them out of here."

Ted quickly helped Robin with Wayne while Nancy and Steve helped Dustin with Eddie. It was difficult, but they managed to get them both back through the gate. Eddie and Waybe were both slipping in and out of consciousness. None of them had time to watch, but they managed to get a glimpse of the gate closing behind them. They stole the RV again with Ted behind the wheel this time. Nancy and Steve cradled Eddie between them. Nancy leaned forward to give him mouth to mouth, her hands beating on his chest as she tried to keep him breathing. Steve took turns to do the same when Eddie finally gasped for breath and opened his eyes. Nancy burst into tears at the sight of his beautiful, confused brown eyes.

"Did I fall asleep again?" Eddie asked, his eyes fluttering.

"You have to stay awake, Eddie! You have to stay with us," Nancy cried.

That was when Wayne woke up with a loud holler.

"Boy! You ain't going before me! You ain't allowed to! You hear me, Edward Wayne! I promised your mama!" Wayne sobbed.

"Neither one of you is going anywhere!" Robin sobbed as she held onto Wayne. "I just got you. It isn't fair."

"Five more minutes, Uncle Wayne," Eddie muttered, glancing at Steve and Nancy with a smile. "Safe."

Eddie closed his eyes, and this time, it was Steve letting out a loud cry. Steve slapped Eddie's face gently.

"Eddie! No, come on, babe! We want you to stay. We want you with us!" Steve exclaimed.

"You want me - " Eddie started to say with a gasp. "You want me to stay forever?"

"Yes, forever, Eddie," Nancy said, sniffling.

"Forever," Eddie muttered and went still.

Nancy let out a loud shriek, her chest tight and full of pain as though someone was squeezing her heart. . . Choking it. Steve pressed his forehead to Eddie's, his body shaking with sobs. Dustin and Robin screamed together.

FOUR DAYS LATER. . .

Nancy sighed, rubbing her eyes. She wondered if she would ever sleep again. She walked into the room, squaring her shoulders. She glanced at the loud, annoying machines. As obnoxious as the sounds that come from it were, she also appreciated it. It filled her with joy because it meant that Eddie Munson was alive. His eyes fluttered open.

"Hey," Eddie gasped.

"Hey," Nancy said, smiling.

"What a beautiful sight to wake up to," Eddie beamed.

"Please, I look like a mess," Nancy muttered.

She felt like one, too. Her hair was piled messily on top of her hair, curls spilling out. She was dressed in sweats and Eddie's vest. She and Steve had taken turns wearing it.

"Considering that, I didn't think I would wake up at all," Eddie said. "Yeah, it's definitely a good sight."

"Eddie," Nancy said softly.

"So, we won?" Eddie asked. "I don't see any cuffs on me."

"Yeah, we won. I don't know how Dr. Owens managed it or who he had to call, but he not only did he clear you all of the charges, but he managed to persuade Sullivan to stop hunting El down and help clean up the mess made by Vecna and Sullivan," Nancy said. "Sullivan had been after El and any project created Brenner for a while now."

"Damn," Eddie whistled.

"Of course, there's one thing they couldn't change," she said.

"The court of public opinion," Eddie sighed.

"Yeah, but don't worry, I'm going to fix that. I'm going to write until my fingers bleed - ," Nancy said.

Eddie groaned as he reached over and took her hand.

"You don't have to go through all that trouble for me, sweetheart," Eddie said. "How's the kids doing?"

"Traumatized as hell again," Nancy said with a sigh. "But we'll help them get through this."

"Shit! Wayne!" Eddie yelled with wide eyes. "The last thing I remember is him trying to save my stupid ass."

Nancy smiled and pushed back the curtain. Wayne was fast asleep in the other bed. Robin was asleep as well, snoozing on Wayne's shoulder. Her parents were asleep behind Robin. All three haven't gotten the best sleep. . .well, none of them had, really.

"They're good, Eddie. The kids are alright, too. It was crazy, actually. When we came here, it wasn't long before Erica, Lucas, their parents, Max, and her mom came storming in here. Susan had been picking up something from the store when she overheard a couple of jocks talking about heading towards the Creel House. They had named Max, Lucas, and Erica. Susan had snuck out, slashed their tires, and went off to my house to warn everyone. Susan and the Sinclairs showed up to the Creel House with my mom and Claudia. By the time the assholes showed up, they were face to face with the others. They were pretty sure that Jason and the others would turn their tails and run, but Andy attacked Erica. . .all hell broke lose. Luckily, they were there. No one on our end got too badly hurt, Erica and Lucas only got a few bruises. Jason and his friends are pretty messed up. They might not be able to play basketball ever again," Nancy said, and then she smiled. "My mom, Sue, and Susan fucked them up pretty good."

"Holy fucking shit. . .I'm glad we have the parents backing us up," Eddie said. "How's your dad?"

"Yeah, me too," Nancy said. "He's good. He'll have a scar forever, but he'll live. My parents are getting a divorce."

"What?! That's crazy! I'm sorry, sweetheart," Eddie said.

"No, it's fine. It's better this way for all of us. Their relationship actually seems better now that they've accepted the fact that they don't really want to be with each other," Nancy said, and she scrunched up her face. "I'm glad I wasn't the one to walk in on our mom giving him a proper goodbye, though. I think Mike's scared for life."

"What? Mike's back?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, they're all back from California. Including the Byers. Don't make that face. Yes, that includes Jonathan," Nancy said as Eddie furrowed his brow. "Baby, you don't have to worry about him, remember?"

"Right," Eddie sighed and paused, frowning. "Where's our Steve?"

Suddenly, someone burst into the room. It was Steve, and he was still in his hospital gown. He beamed at the sight of Eddie.

"You're awake," he said. "Is it going to hurt you if I kiss you?"

"Probably, but it will be worth it," Eddie said. "Get over here, big boy."

Steve shuffled over to Eddie and bent down to gently kiss his lips. Nancy grinned.

"Steve, babe," Nancy said in amusement, and he pulled away, turning around.

"Yeah?"

"Hello, Sailor!" Eddie exclaimed, looking at Steve's backside.

"You forgot your underwear again," Nancy said.

"Oops," Steve said.

"Happy accident," Eddie said, flashing his dimples and then frowned. "Were your wounds that serious?"

"Yeah, I collapsed after bringing you here when I finally had a moment to pause. Nancy didn't want to risk me leaving the hospital and dying of like an infection or something, so we've been here ever since," Steve said as he secured his gown tightly around him.

"Did you flash your ass to the entire hospital?" Eddie asked, cackling.

"Yeah, I think so," Steve said.

"You're an idiot, Steve Harrington," Nancy said.

He just grinned proudly at her while Eddie laughed again. Yeah, she was definitely keeping both of them.

OCTOBER 1987

Nancy sat comfortably behind the wheel of the RV, a place that had become their home over the last year or so. The people hadn't wanted it back after Eddie and Wayne had gotten their blood all over it, so Nancy had kept it along with Steve and Eddie. Ted had reimbursed them with a new one, anyway, using the hush money that they had been given. Sure, the memory of Eddie almost dying was a constant reminder, but it was easily overshadowed by the fact that they also shared their first kiss in there. Nancy smiled as she slid into the lot of the gas station, lining up perfectly next to the pump.

"Alright, I'll fill it up," Steve grinned and bounced out of the trailer, his long hair bouncing with him, and let the door close behind him.

It had become an unspoken contest between the three of them to see who's hair could grow the fastest. Eddie's had been set back slightly when that kid in that dinner in Colorado had put gum in his hair, so now Eddie was determined to grow a beard along with his shaggy hair. It wasn't going well. Nancy's hair was now long enough to tie into a messy braid down her back, which it was currently at. She was going to cut it when she went to Emerson. Hmm, Emerson. Nancy was startled out of her thoughts by a cry and then a loud groan from Eddie in the back of the RV.

"He woke the baby!" Eddie exclaimed.

Nancy turned in her seat to find a sleepy looking, shirtless Eddie cradling a bundle in his arms. Of course, Eddie had him wrapped up in his shirt. Nancy admired him like she and Steve always did when he had his shirt off. Her smile when she caught sight of his new tattoos. There was a new one right above his remaining nipple: a nailbat crossed over a shot gun. Nancy's and Steve's names were underneath it. Eddie plopped in the passenger's seat. Ace popped his head out from the blanket and yelped at the sight of Nancy, tongue hanging out of his mouth. He was a beautiful golden retriever puppy and apparently a little small.

"Aw, did Daddy wake you?" Nancy cooed, and Ace wiggled out of his arms, towards her.

Nancy took him into her arms and pressed a ton of kisses to the top of his head, narrowly avoiding getting the tail on top of his head in her mouth.

"I still can't believe they were going to put him down," Eddie said.

"Luckily, we rescued him," Nancy said.

"What do you mean we?" Steve asked as he came back into the RV. "That was all you, Nance."

"You guys were great backups as always," Nancy said. "So, we're sure about his name?"

"Ace Cerberus Wheeler," Eddie grinned. "I definitely still love it."

"Me too," Steve said.

Eddie had found a huge book on mythology on one of their trips and had insisted on reading it allowed. Nancy loved mythology, especially learning about it, but she definitely loved discovering Steve’s interest in it. . .the way his eyes lit up as Nancy and Eddie took turns reading it to him. Steve loved to read, but at the same time, he also had trouble with it. Nancy gazed at them fondly as Steve and Eddie cooed over their dog. It had been a long journey, but Nancy had loved every minute of it. . .seeing the country and all that it had to offer. She had even loved the hard times that came with it. Living in an RV for several months with two guys definitely wasn't perfect, but even when she had been frustrated, it had been amazing. Together, they were able to find a way to communicate and were able to let out their anger in a healthy way. Sometimes, it wasn't so healthy, but afterward, when they made up, it was exciting. It was all so perfectly imperfect. It was the best kind of chaos. Nancy grabbed the Polaroid and snapped a picture of them.

"You still coming with me when I go to Emerson?" Nancy asked.

"Of course," Steve said.

"Wouldn't miss it," Eddie grinned. "And as we discovered, we can find work anywhere."

"Did we ever say how fucking proud we are of you?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, those assholes rejected you because of me, and you worked your ass off the entire time, while still fucking taking everything in, just to prove them wrong. One day, you're going to stand up there, and you're going to make eat their words of rejection. We'll be there in the crowd, cheering you on and flipping them off," Eddie said and paused as he thought about it. "I mean, you writing in the RV, on top of the RV. You even stopped in the middle of the Grand Canyon."

"I love it when she couldn't find her notebook, and she used us to write on," Steve said with a goofy grin.

"I took a Polaroid of the one she wrote on me yesterday," Eddie cackled. "Totally getting that one tattooed. . .proud of you, babe."

"I'm proud of you guys, too."

Steve and Eddie leaned forward to kiss both of her cheeks. Nancy giggled and got up.

"I hope Claudia is okay with us bringing a guest to her Halloween party," Steve said.

"She better be! Oh, Steve, he fell asleep again. Shh!"

Nancy wandered over to the board with all the Polaroids on it. There were several of them traveling throughout the country. From California to Yellowstone to New York where they met up with the rest of Corroded Coffin and Ronnie. She smiled at the one with three of them in front of the RV, ready to embark on their journey for the first time. Nancy wasn't sure how she was going to go back to living in a house. She loved the RV life. . .Hopefully, everyone in Hawkins has calmed down by now. She couldn't wait to see everyone again and tell them everything. The several letters, phone calls, and post cards hadn't quite been enough.

Nancy stared at a picture of them in a small town in Texas where the RV had broken down. It had been smaller than Hawkins, and they had ended up being there for two months. They all worked at the diner, but Nancy had also worked as a tutor while Steve also played basketball with the kids there, and Eddie taught some of them to play the guitar. It was where Eddie discovered he wanted to teach music, and Steve wanted to bake but also coach basketball. Nancy loved the picture where she was writing with her back against Steve’s while he wrote a postcard to Robin. Both of them had been focused with their feet on each window. Nancy's hair was loose with a pencil in her hair, while Steve had his glasses perched on his nose with his tongue out. The next one was her most favorite. Eddie had fallen asleep on Steve and Nancy again. The kids had taken it upon themselves to draw on Eddie's face, much to Eddie's displeasure and amusement. Nancy smiled. When a metalhead falls asleep on you, she thought, keep them forever.

[kerubimcrepin]

LIVEBLOG: Wakfu Season 4, Episode 13 [PART 1]

I wonder what Joris's opinion on Tristepin abandoning post is. It'e either "thank god I don't have two Iops to wrangle" or "well at least the the one that's less likely to be killed is here" or "FOR FUCK'S SAKE NOT THIS FUCKING GUY"

Stealth mission with an iop by your side sounds like a whole new type of hell on earth.

It's very brief, but at this moment (5:50 in the episode), we can see Joris and Goultard going up the stairs.

The demons in my head are, once again, telling me to keep screenshotting him.

Trying to get her out is a pretty delicate balance, considering his strength. Joris is probably quite aware of the possibility that he might accdentally hurt her.

There's no fucking way Joris doesn't want Goultard to die a gruesome, violent death.

He's imagining Goultard's face instead of the rock... Seething and malding in silence.

GET SCARED.

DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE TIME TO DODGE. HEHEHEHE

at least he's a good teammate, when he's not calling Joris slurs as a joke.

Not him looking down at them. BITCH WORK!!

Once again, I am compelled to take screenshots. It cannot be helped.

I will be honest, the sudden influx of content where Joris and Goultard are portrayed as friends — like drinking together, or going on missions together — in the fandom has been very weird, because I think what became very clear in this season is that Goultard is an iop who treats people in an iop way (for iops it's just normal to roughouse each other) while Joris is a man who has been infantilized for 600 years, doesn't want to be friends with anyone except people who never question his intelligence (like Yugo and Amaliaa), and wants to kill himself whenever his height is pointed out. and also has 2 drinking buddies already (who shower him in praise at how righteous and heroic and smart he is).

Literally fundamentally incompatible personalities. Joris can barely stand to be here, and the only thing uniting them is "we're immortal and don't want the world to end". If he could, Joris would slip rat poison into whatever Goultard is eating or drinking — because he knows that while it will not kill him, it will make him feel Bad. 😭

Maybe I'm weird, but I don't really like it when characters' discomfort of being treated cruelly is taken as something cute or funny or a Friendship thing...

(Attention: I am not bashing anyone, but expressing my personal opinion)

DFGJSDFKLGHSDKJFGHDSFKJG

you can tell that Joris is not having a good time. he's at his fucking limit. first he let loose with a "if you only knew :) how many people :) have degraded me the same way :) for all my life :)" and now an explicit "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!"

I really do think he's imagining Goultard's head here.

:)

As someone insane enough to have drawn maaany comparisons between Nora&Efrim and Joris this season, I think he has a soft spot for her by now. She's been through a lot...

And I think Joris understands what it's like, to feel guilty, because of something horrible happening — even if it's not necessarily your fault; besides that, I think they both have very closely matched temperaments — they're both introspective and a bit embittered.

In a kinder universe, Nora and Joris could have been besties. And Nora could have gone to his house for tea. The two of them could probably speak very quietly to one another about some interesting, sad things.

And then Kerubim could have a post-divorce stress disorder-related heart palpitations due to seeing a pink haired woman IRL inside his house unannounced.

Basically, I NEED NORA&JORIS FRIENDSHIP FANART HI?!

Basically: I have crazy levels of brainworms about this (and about Eva trying to sacrifice herself for her family, but there are so many screenshots in this post already...)

Of COURSE he'd stand guard for her.

I'm fucking CRAZY and INSANE.

HIS SMILE HERE!! HE'S SO PROUD OF HER!!! HE BELIEVES IN HER!!!!!!

[nicoline1998enilocin]

i am so in love with your comfort one shots. Can you write one about reader's mom is sick and y/n is worried and chris is there for reader because y/n is scared?

Going through that right now with my mom, she is in the ICU right now ;(

Forever by my side

PAIRING | Fiancé!Chris Evans x Fiancée!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.6K

SUMMARY | Your mom took a nasty fall down the stairs, and you're rushing to get back home. You don't have a way of contacting Chris, but when he shows up at the airport to be by your side, you know exactly why you said yes to this man when he asked you to marry him.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Hurt/comfort, mentions of a bad fall, broken bones, lots of tears and even more tooth rotting fluff at the end.

A/N | I'm so sorry to hear about your mom being in the ICU; I wish I could give you the biggest hug! (Or send Chris your way for an even bigger hug 👀), I hope she will quickly recover and be out of the ICU soon! Hopefully, this will be the comfort you are looking for right now, and I wish for this to make you feel a little bit better 🖤

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Today is just a regular day at work filled with meetings, lots of paperwork, and even more meetings. This all changed when you suddenly got a phone call from your Dad because he only calls you at work when it's an absolute emergency.

You run out of the meeting room after excusing yourself before picking up.

''Dad? Is everything okay?'' you say when the door behind you is closed.

''Hi Darling, I'm sorry to bother you at work, but your mom just had a terrible fall down the stairs after she slipped, and she got taken to the hospital with an ambulance,'' he says, and the words don't seem to get through after ''bad fall''.

The world comes to a stop all around you, and your breathing gets quicker while the world around you seems to go in slow motion. Your phone drops out of your hand, shattering as it hits the ground below.

The only sound coming from you was a broken sob as you sank onto your knees, and your colleague rushed over to you to comfort you.

''What happened?'' she asks, but it sounds like you're underwater, and her words don't really register with you.

''M-my mom...'' you croak out, and you completely break down right then and there, not caring who sees or hears you. The woman you love and adore shouldn't be in the hospital, yet there she is right now.

''Y/N?'' your Mom asks as she walks into your room. ''Are you awake, Honey?'' she asks, and you stretch as she walks in.

''Mornin' Mom,'' you say, followed by a yawn.

''How was your last night in your parents' house?'' she asks with a big grin and a small tear. This afternoon you're moving to the other side of the country for a new job opportunity.

''Weird, but overall, I slept okay,'' you tell her as you sit up. You love these conversations in the morning, and your Mom was there every single morning without fail.

''Good, I'm glad to hear it. Now, shall we head down for some breakfast before your flight?'' your Mom asks, and you nod. She leaves the room, and you pick up the outfit that you laid out the night before, stepping into it.

''Is our girl ready for our last breakfast before moving to Boston?!'' your Dad asks, and you chuckle. ''Yeah, I am! Hit me with those waffles!'' you say as you sit down.

The conversation over breakfast is light and exactly what you need right now. The tears and heavy conversations would be saved for the airport.

Your parents decided to drive you to the airport to say goodbye to their last daughter, who would officially move out of the house in a few hours.

It wasn't too bad when it was time to say goodbye to your Dad; a few tears were shed, but nothing compared to your Mom. 

''Honey, please promise me you will take care of yourself and that you will call me as soon as you land, okay?'' she says as she pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

''I promise, Mom, please don't worry about me. You know I'll be fine,'' you tell her, trying to fight the tears - without success.

''I love you so much, Honey, and I wish you all the luck in the world in Boston,'' she says, unable to fight back her tears.

The two of you fell into each other's arms and sobbed loudly until it was time for you to leave, and you waved goodbye with tears streaming down your face.

This is definitely the hardest goodbye you have ever had to go through.

Somehow you made your way to the airport in one piece, already waiting on the first flight home. Suddenly it occurred to you that you must inform Chris; you can't return to your parents without him.

You realize what has happened to your phone and can't reach him at that moment. When you started panicking about how to call him, you heard his voice through the airport.

''Y/N!'' he shouted, and it echoed through the airport. ''Y/N, where are you!'' he said again, and you quickly stood up to follow where the voice came from.

''Chris? How did you-'' is all you say before he reaches you and envelops you in a big hug.

''It's okay, Bubby, everything will be okay,'' he shushes you as you rock back and forth while you completely break down in his arms.

When you had calmed down a little, Chris went to grab a water bottle and got recognized by some fans, but he politely told them that now wasn't a good time for a photo, but he did sign some quick autographs.

He returns with 2 bottles of water and hands one to you before twisting the other for himself.

''What happened?'' he asks as he sits beside you.

''My Dad called and said she was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, she had a nasty fall down the stairs and broke many bones, and she was unconscious when the ambulance arrived,'' you tell him as he pulls you in for a big hug.

''She's going to be okay, Bubby. She's a lot stronger than she looks,'' he tells you, and you know he's right.

''I'm glad to have you by my side, and I think they would be pleased to see you again,'' you tell him, thinking back to the first time they met Chris.

''Are you ready to meet them?'' you ask, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

''As ready as I'll ever be,'' he sighs as the two of you head into your parents' house. You have been together for nearly 6 months, and they invited both of you over for a family dinner.

''Good afternoon, I'm Chris,'' he says as he introduces himself to your parents.

''Oh, Y/N, you didn't mention you're dating the famous Chris Evans!'' your Mom joked, knowing full well you told them to prepare them.

''Just kidding, Chris, Y/N has told us all about you. It's nice to finally meet the man who makes her look like she's glowing,'' she says, and you have the widest smile on your face.

''I told you they'd like you!'' you say as the two of you walk out to the garden, ready to meet the rest of the family too.

''Yeah, yeah, you were right!'' he says before leaning down and giving you a soft peck on your lips.

The flight went on without a hitch, and before you knew it, you were in your Dad's arms, crying as you finally felt the release of being back home and back with your Mom.

''Darling, thank you so much for coming, and you too, Chris,'' he says as he nods to him.

''Anything for Y/N, and of course, you and Lily, too,'' he says. He walks over to both of you and softly brushes your hair out of your face before kissing the top of your head.

''When can we go see her?'' you ask, and your Dad tells you it should be soon.

''I believe she's coming out of surgery at any moment now,'' he says, and you nod before sitting down with either one of them on your sides.

You reach out for both of their hands, and your gaze is fixed on the door; Chris strokes your hand softly with his thumb.

After what seems like an eternity, she gets wheeled through the doors, and you shoot up, practically running to her with tears streaming down your face again.

''Mom! Mom, I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you when you fell. But I'm here now, and I won't leave your side until you're all better,'' you ramble, even though she's not even conscious yet.

''Bubby, come on. Let's sit by her bed until she wakes up, okay?'' Chris says, and you nod, letting the nurse put the bed into place.

Chris sinks into one of the chairs beside the bed and pulls you onto his lap so you're sitting sideways on his thighs. Your head is leaning against his shoulder, and after all the stress and not knowing, you slowly drift off to sleep in the warmth and safety of Chris' arms.

''Bubby, wake up,'' he says softly after about 2 hours; he and your Dad have been wrapped up in conversations the entire time you were asleep, careful not to wake you.

''Honey? Is that you?'' you hear, and suddenly you're wide awake and next to your Mom's hospital bed.

''Mom, I'm here. You're okay, you took a bad fall down the stairs, but you're going to make a full recovery,'' you tell her while you hold her hand.

''Chris is here too, and Dad as well,'' you tell her, and she slowly turns her head.

''Hi, Lily; I'm sorry about what happened”, Chris says as he walks over to hold your Mom's hand.

''You have always been my favorite son-in-law, you know that?'' she says, and all three of you burst out in laughter. ''What's so funny?'' your Mom asks, and you're just happy she can still joke.

''I missed you so much, and I love you, Mom,'' you tell her and give her a soft kiss on her forehead.

''I love you too, Honey. Thank you for coming all this way to see me,'' she says, and the rest of the night is spent in light conversations and laughter until it is time to go home.

''Do you two want to sleep in your old room, or will you book a hotel?'' your Dad asks.

''We will stay with you, but only if we get waffles in the morning!'' you tell him, and he agrees.

''Deal,'' he says, and all three of you walk out of the hospital and to the car, all in dire need of rest.

''I love you, Chris. Thank you for being here with me,'' you say as he hugs you again.

''There's nowhere else I'd rather be,'' he says before kissing your lips passionately, lovingly.

[str8aura-no-not-that-one]

i think animals are better than people.

that's not an uncommon belief, is it? you hear it said all the time, in memes, on coffee mugs, 'id rather talk to your dog', 'my cat doesn't judge me like my coworkers do', etc. its a very popular philosophy to espouse, albeit mostly in jest. It's not really jest for me, but it's not really a dig at humanity either.

I struggle often with feelings of misanthropy, how nice it would be to just assume all humans are inherently evil or uncaring, to slot an entire species into a broad stroke to make them easier to deal with. I tell myself sometimes I don't like working with humans, or seeing humans. I have a tendency to go quiet or mute at times because I don't feel like engaging people in conversation.

but that's really just stress. there is no crime for being an idiot. that person who cuts me off on the street made a slip up, or maybe did it with genuine antagonism, and that still doesn't make them a bad or worthless person. I've been 'the one who fucked up' enough times to know how crushing it is when you inconvenience somebody else, and I don't like to lose my temper, as often as it happens. I get angry a lot. I feel angry a lot. it feels good, but I don't enjoy it. I'm not a bad dog. I believe people are good, just flawed, and emotional.

and I wish, like everybody does, that I could talk to animals. I wish I could ask a deer for its thoughts, negotiate with a bear, or tell a hurt animal that its going to be alright, I'm just trying to help you. I yearn for that world, but I also accept that animals would lose their magic if they could. They would still be beautiful, yes, but I don't love animals because I imagine they are weirdly-shaped people, who understand what I say. I love them because they're animals.

We went down different paths, humanity and the animal kingdom; nowadays, we see different boons and drawbacks for it. They fight for their lives every day, never sure which moment will be their last. We struggle with thoughts of complex morality and our place in a dead, empty universe. animals never ate the apple. animals are free from sin, and punishment. When a fox kills a rabbit, it is not a murder. When a viper rescued out of the cold bites and kills the farmer that saved it, it is not a betrayal. it is simply their nature.

a few months ago, at a house I was staying at for a little while, there was a tree outside with a nest of birds. I wasn't aware of this until I came out one day and found all of the babies, freshly hatched, lying on the hard pavement beneath the trees. Cuts and tears along their bodies, eyes still screwed shut, writhing and wriggling to try and restore the warmth of the nest they had suddenly been stolen from. I called animal control and waited with the hatchlings as long as I could, but eventually I couldn't bear to see the sight. I looked up the best way to restore them to their nest, and with the use of a ladder, I got to work.

i also read that you shouldn't touch them with your hands, as it will scare off the mother bird. this, as I later found out, is an urban legend. I put on gloves to hold them, unwieldy, thick gloves meant for hands larger than my own.

they were featherless pink bastards. I think humans have the ugliest babies out of any species, but these ones were pretty close.

the first two went in without problem, but on the third, my fingers wrapped in gloves couldn't get a grip and i

dropped

it

onto the pavement

headfirst

i don't know if it was still alive or not when I finally took the gloves off and restored it. I don't know. there was no splatter, no obvious signs of death. it just stopped moving.

if the mother returned and found the body of her child, she would not be shocked. 60-70% of hatchlings do not survive to adulthood. she would not seek retribution, or to make me pay for what I had done. she didn't understand I had been trying to help, and she didn't care. life went on. she probably had more children to replace the cadaver.

i read a book series as a kid called Funjungle. It was about a kid who lived at a zoo, and would solve various mysteries around the place. In one book, he recounts being present for the lancing of a boil on a rhino, and talks about how animals always fight back against such processes. you cant explain to them that you are trying to help, all they understand is that you are causing them pain right now, regardless of whether it will soothe in the future. animals, wild and tame, think in the now.

ironically, in real life, I try not to anthropomorphize too much. I understand that an animal's 'smile' only resembles such because of the way his lips are shaped. I understand that the possums and raccoons and squirrels I encounter as I go about my life, and that one fox I had the joy of getting to witness up close, are dangerous creatures who do not have my best interests in heart. I understand that something beautiful will kill me without a second thought if it thinks I am a threat to it, and for an animal, it is always always always better to be safe than sorry.

i can tell a human things are going to be okay. I can tell a human this is only going to hurt for a minute. I can tell a human i'm sorry.

a human can lie to me. a human can hurt me. a human can make me feel like I don't want to live anymore.

I can never lose my temper at an animal, any more than I could be angry at a mountain.

animals are base, instinctive, temperamental, capricious, alien creatures.

that is why they are beautiful.

that is why I must stay away from them. as much as I wish to hug them, to talk to them, to befriend them, it is not possible. they may occupy our physical spaces, but they are from different worlds entirely.

i must look, but not touch. it is better this way.

my place is with the humans.

and it kills me a little more every day.

[beaker1636]

Donors Wanted Pt. 1 - Chris Motionless

AN: Hey, here it is. I have never written in first person so if this is slightly lower quality than my other work it is because I am adjusting to that, but here is the first part! I hope you all enjoy it! I have no clue how many more parts I intend for this but it'll be several!

Taglist: @yournecessaryevil @talialovesmiw @ladyveronikawrites @cookiesupplier

I slip out of the shower before making my way back towards my bedroom, trying to decide what I should do.  I know the inevitable is going to happen, the sun is now setting so they should be here with the one who is sick.  I sigh, slipping into some sweatpants and a shirt to be comfortable figuring that  would probably be the best but really not sure how any of this is going to work honestly.

Suddenly Sierra is standing outside my door, startling me when I leave my room.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” I grasp my chest, startled as my body jumps from my sudden presence of my roommate.

“I wanted to tell you that you should probably make sure to eat, this time he is going to need more than usual because of how rough he is and I don't want you too exhausted or to pass out.  I already made some of your favorite pasta and have it on the stove for you,” she says softly, giving me a smile as she steps away to give me room to step out into the hallway.  Her blue eyes show me just how happy she is that I am willing to do this, that I want to help her friend.

“Yeah, okay.  Thanks, I assumed I’d be sitting there awhile too so I wore something comfortable.  I guess I don’t know how to prepare for any of this, honestly I am starting to get nervous about this all Sierra,” I finally admit.  I refuse to look at her, knowing she would want to try and make it better if she knows just how bad I am.

“Hey, I was too the first time I did this for Rick, but then just knowing I was helping someone, that I was able to help him stay alive, it helped me feel like it was worth it.  Now we have a really strong bond, honestly we haven’t labeled it but we’re basically a couple. This isn’t a bad thing honestly, is it going to hurt, yes, I almost guarantee it this time because he is going to be a lot rougher more than likely.  But normal feedings, they don’t.  After the initial sting of the bite it actually can feel okay, or they can make you feel great because it gives the two of you a bond nobody else has with them,” she says.  Her eyes meet mine again as she smiles, I can tell her feelings are genuine. That she means everything she says, that she does feel that bond with Rick.

“I, thank you.  I just needed that reassurance. I guess that this genuinely won't be terrible, come on, lets go eat some dinner before they get here,” I say softly, squeezing her arm as I walk by her in the hallway in thanks for helping me feel better.

We both settle on the couch with a bowl of our pasta, putting one of our favorite shows on the tv so that we could sit and try to relax about this impending moment, me pulling my blanket around myself as I try to warm up, unsure if I feel cold because of my anxieties or if I am actually cold.

We are most of the way through dinner when there is a knock on the door, making me tense up in fear as the reality of what is about to happen comes crashing down.  I almost instantly glance at Sierra, silently begging her to answer the door so I have another couple moments before this actually happens.

She gets up, giving me a reassuring smile before she goes and opens the door, hugging the shorter man that is standing in the front before ushering him in.  Then behind him there are two bigger guys carrying in another, one that is clearly sick.  His eyes are barely even open, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he lets them carry him, limp and unmoving inside of our house. 

I let out a gasp when I realized just how sick he actually is, I don’t know why I thought it wasn’t actually this bad when Sierra told me about him but I didn’t.  This poor man, his black hair hangs in his face, almost covering his dark eyes as they move and gently set him on the couch next to me.

Before I can register what’s happening the shorter one has their arms wrapped around me in a hug, one that I stiffly return, anxious and confused.

“Thank you, thank you so much for helping our leader.  We, we all thought we were going to lose him and we’d never find someone who would help,” he says, his voice soft in my ear before he pulls away with a smile.

“Uhhh… you’re welcome?” I say awkwardly, not sure what I should think about this all.

“Hey Rick, you probably should have said who you were before you just pulled her into a hug, she's already anxious,” Sierra scolds before she looks at me. “That was Rick, he's the clan doctor of this group.”

The one who is named Rick gives me another smile.  His dark hair looks beautiful against his skin and blue eyes, I can understand why Sierra seems to have a thing for him, he is much her type.

“Oh yeah, sorry.  I’m Rick, and those two that helped me bring Chris over are Ryan and Justin,” he gestures to the other two.  I notice Ryan is a bit more bulky, his muscles in his arms prominent as he gives me a slight wave.  The piercing in his nose for some reason stands out to me, maybe because I didn’t expect it.  Justin on the other hand is quite a bit taller than the other men, his hair an artificial blonde color which tells me he either dyes it or intends to.  Justin gives me a sad smile, like he's happy I am helping but distraught over their leader being in rough shape.

“Um Hi? I’m y/n.  Sorry, normally I have more to say but I’m still… processing things.  What do I need to do or whatever,” I say softly, my eyes settling on the heap of a form that is their leader.  My heart is half broken, I can’t help but wonder how long he has been starving to get this sick.  And the fact he is taking the admirable path and refusing to just go eat like most of their kind would and is letting himself starve…. I just can’t wrap my head around this.

“Well, normally you two would meet a couple times a week give or take so that he could come and feed, and you’d arrange that together but he clearly couldn’t do that this time.  I also unfortunately am thinking we may have to umm cut you, make him smell your blood to make his instincts kick in to drink from you.  His body is so shut down that I don’t think he is going to be able to just naturally do it.  Anyways, there are a few things I do think you should know first.  Mostly this one, drinking from a human, it naturally arouses us, so if he ever kisses you or something, please don’t take it badly it’s probably because of that natural response.  Second, we are able to heal your wounds with our saliva, so when it’s done and you allow him to lick the marks they will go away within a few minutes.  And third, most importantly, you are always welcome to cancel this arrangement at any point. It is preferable with notice but if you just decide you can’t do it anymore it is understood and you’d be allowed to leave.  Uhh Ryan, Justin, am I forgetting anything? I’m so used to Chris doing this talk with new people that I don’t remember what all he says.” Rick asks, glancing towards the other men to ask if he missed anything.

“I don’t think so honestly,” Ryan says, giving a shrug as he watches you curiously.  Normally the donors are freaking out more but somehow you don’t seem to be and it is honestly perplexing him, making him wonder why.

“I, I guess we should start this, not waste time in helping him feel better huh?” I ask, my eyes still watching their leaders form as I take in the sight of him some more.

“I’d suggest if you don’t mind maybe doing this in your bedroom, it’s going to take a while so that way you can make yourself comfortable, and so if it is easier he is able to lay down,” Justin quickly suggests, wanting to make this as easy on both Chris and I as he can.

“Uh yeah okay, follow me I guess,” I say softly, leading them towards my bedroom, watching a little curiously as the two men are carrying their leader again as I sit against the headboard, learning back so as to try and be comfortable while they place Chris on the bed next to me.

“I think what will be easiest is to just have you give him your wrist, see if he’ll take it.  If not, do you care if I cut you, not a lot but just enough that it should make him instinctively react and hopefully reach for you? He’d still wind up biting you but at least then we know he is drinking,” Rick asks, looking up at me with his blue eyes looking sad, like he doesn’t want to do this.

I nod, moving to place my arm right in front of Chris, hoping that he’ll find the strength to just lean in and take what he needs but when he doesn’t I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness, wanting him to just do it.  I let out a sigh, moving to hold my hand out towards Rick so that he can take his knife and lightly cut me, hoping he understands that I am telling him to just go ahead and do it.

He also sighs, moving to lightly knick me, enough to make me bleed but not enough to hurt me as I let out a small gasp from the sting.  I move to put my arm in front of Chris’ face again, noticing that his eyes are opening as he just watches me closely, practically drooling over it but not acting.

“Fuck, come on Chris,” I whisper, suddenly aware that I want him to do this, that I want to help him and I feel hopeless.  He finally leans in, smelling me softly before I feel his teeth suddenly clamp down, biting into my flesh hard, making me gasp and let out a cry, in both surprise and pain as he finally gives in to this.  

His lips settle on my skin around his teeth as he finally begins to drink, his hands pulling my arm and me closer to him as he takes what he needs, my eyes meeting his as he does.  I can’t bring myself to look away from his eyes, something drawing me in, neither of us looking away from the other until we hear some quiet cheers from across the room as everyone realizes that he is actually feeding from me.  

I look back towards him again, noticing a small stream of red running down his chin and can’t help myself but to wipe it off with my fingers, noticing how he shuddered slightly under that touch as he continued to drink.  His eyes staying locked on me as he starts to look healthier, gaining more strength and his powerful aura is starting to shine through more and more as he continues.

I start to grow tired as he continues to feed, starting to slump in my bed a little as he continues for a few moments longer, my eyes growing heavy.  He pulls away and looks at me with such a soft expression on his face, one of thanks, adoration, admiration before he pulls my arm back towards him, gently licking at the wounds of his bite and of the cut before he gently places it back down, brushing a strand of hair out of my face before looking towards the others in the room.

“Can one of you go get her some orange juice or something, it’ll help her perk up a little from this,” he says, his tone commanding.  

Within seconds the other three men are scrambling out of the room, headed towards your fridge to do as he asks while your friend Sierra watches you, concerned because of how pale you look.

I don’t look at her though, I choose to look over at Chris again, who is still seated next to me. When I meet his eyes he gives me a smile, a hand settles softly on my arm as he lightly rubs his fingers along the skin that he had previously bitten.

“Thank you, I, just thank you,” he says softly, his eyes watching mine as he continues to treat me so gentle, so valuable and I don’t know what to do about it, what to think.

“Chris, it’s no problem, wanted to help who everyone thought so highly of,” I say softly, rubbing my eyes a little bit as the exhaustion still hits me.

As soon as the words leave my mouth the guys return back, someone shoving a glass towards me of the juice as they all watch to make sure I drink, that I am doing alright.  I finish it and lean back with a sigh, feeling a little better but still not great.

“Well, do you want all of us to sit here and keep an eye on her or do you trust yourself enough to watch her for a little bit herself.  As much as you drank from her, someone needs to watch her for an hour or so, make sure she is okay because it was so much more than usual,” Rick explains, looking at Chris.

“I can do it, you guys have already done more than enough.  Someone go check on Vinny, we all know he still struggles a little bit with urges when he's alone and the rest of you can go, thank you,” Chris says, nodding towards them before they all look towards me again, all giving me their thanks for what I did before they wander out.

It is quiet for a minute while it is only Chris and I in the room, neither of us sure what we should say or what we should think, before he finally breaks the silence.

“Thank you for this… now I feel like we should talk, get to know each other better because we are going to be seeing a decent bit of each other,” he says gently, moving to help me lay down on the bed when he can tell that I am ready for it.  My head now rests on my pillow before a blanket is draped over the top of me while he still sits there next to me.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

[youcan-nolonger-run]

UNEXPECTED LOVE

dilf!harry x reader word count: 3.5k warnings: age gap reader 20, harry 38

Y/n favorite time of year was summer. Spending the whole summer at her best friend’s house since she was 5 was nothing new, but this year Darcy asked her if she wanted to go her family vacation this summer since they couldn’t take it during spring break. Of course, y/n said yes, so here she is packing her stuff to go to Baía do Sancho in Brazil.  

The past week she spent packing the essentials and a lot of bathing suits. The day had finally come to get on the plane y/n arrived to the style's residence early that morning, walking in to find a very stressed harry talking to Dracy making sure she had everything because he doesn’t want to have to buy another bathing suit while on the trip, Y/n knew that was a lie. Harry loved to spoil Darcy more than anything in the world, y/n thinks he does it to make up for the fact her mother left when she was so young but she doesn’t know if that’s true or not. y/n closes the door behind her and puts her stuff in front of the door  

“Hey guys, need any help?” Harry turned to face her, his face look more concerned than she thought, was he like this every time they went on vacation? The moment his face meets hers he looked sort of relieved?  

“Oh y/n thank God I was scared you wouldn’t make it before it was time to go, but know that you’re here can you tell your lovely and amazing best friend that she needs to double check and make sure she has everything so I can mark her off as done on my list” Y/n chuckles a little and looks over at Darcy who is on the couch scrolling through her phone. Y/n jumped onto the couch right beside Darcy and took her phone.  

“Hey! I was doing something” Darcy yells throwing her head back like a toddler, Darcy was a great friend most of the time, but when it came to boys and social media, no matter how long you have known her you don’t stand a chance.  

“I will give you your phone back after we go through your stuff, okay? I'll even help you make it go by faster” With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Y/n playfully slipped Darcy's phone into her pocket, knowing it would keep her friend focused on the task at hand. Darcy dramatically let out a groan, falling off the couch as dramatically as she could before stomping over to her suitcase and bags to begin the search. Y/n followed her, trying to stop the laugh that was threating to escape her lips as she watched Darcy's determined expression.  

While Darcy and y/n went through the check list Harry was going up and down the stairs bring what looked like his whole house along with this trip, y/n didn’t really understand why but she also didn’t have as much money as the styles family so she understood.  

“Okay everything is checked on the list!” Darcy said with a smile her hand out signaling she wanted her phone back Y/n rolled her eyes but gave it back to her anyways  

“Harry Darcy is done” Y/n called out, assuming he was upstairs since she couldn't remember where she last saw him go. However, as she turned around, she felt a presence behind her. She looked up and realized Harry was standing right there, his expression reflecting a mix of relief and satisfaction. 

“Okay good we can put stuff in the car and then we will be ready to go” Harry holds out his hand to help y/n up from her place on the floor, she mumbles a thank you and grabs her stuff to put in car, ready for vacation to start.  

*** 

When they arrive at the airport Harry is telling Darcy how she needs to act inside, y/n hasn’t ever traveled with the styles family before but by the look on Darcy and Harry’s face this happens every time.  Y/n kept to herself most of the time walking through the TSA until it was time to go through the metal detector. y/n knew she didn’t have anything that would get her in any trouble but she always got nervous going through it. She stands there for a minute when she feels a hand on her back, it’s Harry.Y/n turned to face him, finding comfort in his presence.  

"Hey, it's just a routine security check," he said with a warm smile. A smile that y/n always made her feel warm inside.  

"You'll be fine. Take a deep breath and walk through confidently." y/n nods, Harry gives her shoulder a squeeze before she walked through. Just like she thought, nothing would happen. Then Darcy came through, then Harry. Once they settled their bags in a chair, Darcy's hunger took over her attention. She turned to Y/n, a pleading expression on her face.  

"Y/n, do you want to go get a snack from the snack shop, dude, over there? I'm starving, and if I don't eat, I will die!" Darcy exclaimed dramatically. Y/n smiled and was about to reach for her wallet in her bag when Darcy stopped her.  

"No need for that, babe. Daddy will pay for it, right, daddy?" Darcy turned to face Harry; her eyes expectant. Y/n looked up, meeting Harry's gaze. It wasn't the first time Darcy had insisted that Harry pay for her and Y/n whenever they hung out. However, Y/n had always made it clear to Harry that she wouldn't let him cover her costs, but Darcy was unaware of this arrangement. 

“Yes of course, here you go sweetheart” he gives Darcy his credit card and she starts to jump up and down. Darcy thanks him and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Harry mouths y/n a ‘I’m sorry’ but she just shrugs, she will pay him in cash later. 

“Okay, you can go first what do you want” Darcy turns to y/n as she waves Harry’s card around in her face to show she can get whatever she wants.  

“Um, I'll just get a bag of chips” Darcy rolls her eyes  

“Okay, I guess I'll order for you too, can we get two bags of chips, two small cookie cakes and waters” Darcy turns to y/n and smiles. After they pay, y/n made a mental note of how much she owed Harry for all that Darcy ordered for her. They sat in those small little chairs for what felt like forever, mainly because Darcy would complain every 10 minutes saying she was bored.  

“But daddy I want to do something” whining, falling out of her chair onto the ground y/n sat on the ground with her trying to give Harry a break from Darcy constantly wanting attention 

“So, Darcy how are you and that boy you were talking to last week” y/n asked trying to get Darcy’s mind from the boredom at the question Darcy’s head shot up 

"Y/n! My dad is right here," Darcy protested, her tone filled with a mixture of embarrassment and concern. Y/n knew that Harry was always supportive and open-minded about Darcy's relationships. However, Darcy couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt discussing her romantic interests in front of her dad, knowing that he was no longer in a relationship himself. 

“Darc, he’s not even listening to us I mean look” her and Darcy turn to look at harry who is reading a book and looks like he is very confused on what's happening in it, y/n turn to look back at Darcy, smirk on her face. Darcy sighs but she is smiling.  

"Well, there is this guy I've been talking to. He's really sweet and funny. We've been getting to know each other, and I kind of like him," she admitted, a hint of excitement in her voice. y/n nods hugging Darcy’s side. 

Just then there was an announcement for them to board their plane, Darcy and y/n look at each other and start to giggle excitement oozing out of them.  

“Alright girls let’s go,” Harry grabbed his and Darcy’s stuff and headed towards the plane y/n looked down at their ticket and then looked at Darcy’s  

“Um Darc, I don’t really want the middle seat it kind of stresses me out do you want to trade” y/n’s voice was quiet, she never asked much out of Darcy, she want Darcy think she was using her for the money.  

“Sorry babe I need the aisle seat to be closer to the bathroom you can ask daddy to trade though he probably will” Darcy smiled, Y/n nodded, appreciating Darcy's understanding. Deep down, she didn't want to burden Harry. Not because he was imitating or anything but because he was a rich hot guy who happened to be her best friend's dad. Approaching Harry, Y/n hesitated for a moment. 

 "Harry, would you mind trading seats with me? The middle seat makes me a bit anxious." Harry turned to looked at Y/n, he looked shocked for some reason maybe because of how shy y/n got suddenly. 

"Of course, Y/n. It's not a problem at all. I want you to feel comfortable. Let's switch seats," he responded with a reassuring smile. There they were again that feeling in y/n’s stomach, is she really getting butterflies? 

 Now she is sitting exactly where she likes, the window seat, it gave her the perfect vantage point to look out the window and enjoy the scenic views without any interruptions. It was her sanctuary on the plane, without the inconvenience of people climbing over her if they needed to use the bathroom. 

“Thank you, Harry,” Harry looks at her and puts his hand over hers and smiles  

“of course, y/n you are the guest on this trip after all” he says with a small laugh escaping. y/n knew the flight was going to be long and she was going to get tired Darcy on the other side of Harry had been passed out for a long time, but y/n couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Shes always had a problem going to sleep, so trying to sleep on a plane made it even harder.  

“You okay Y/n? You seem like you can’t sleep”  

“Yeah, I've always had trouble sleeping and so this isn’t the easiest thing for me right now, not to mention I can’t get comfortable” y/n starts shifting again proving her point even more. Harry nods, he must know how she feels because he also has been up and fight sleep the whole time as well 

“Well if you need a person to lean on you can lean on me” Harry says hinting that it might help go to sleep if she was cuddled into Harry's side. The butterflies are back she knew they were. She slowly puts her head on his shoulder and then slowly gets adjusted into his side feeling her eyes get heavier and heavier till she eventually falls asleep with Harry’s heart beat putting her there.  

Once the plane landed and they all got their luggage they headed to an uber to take them to their hotel, y/n and Harry never talked about what had happened on the plane and Darcy didn’t even see them on the plane but y/n was still worried about what Darcy would say if she did know the emotion that sparked between them last night one the plane. 

They finally arrive at the hotel y/n was shocked when she opened the room there was a living room, kitchen and 3 bedroom that were all master bedrooms. Rich people are crazy.  

“Alright girls, pick which rooms you want and then I'll take the other one” Harry says while dropping his stuff in the living room smile plastered on his face, Darcy runs room to room seeing which one was the biggest.  

“Daddy, I want this one” she yells from a room looking out to hint she wanted Harry to bring her stuff over to her. Y/n walks over to the 2 remaining rooms looking at which one had the best sea view to it she smiled and picked up her stuff and put it on the bed. 

“Picking the one with the best view I see, I'm jealous” Y/n turns around to see harry leaning on the door frame. 

“You can have it if you want, I mean you did pay for all of this I want you to enjoy your trip as well” y/n rambles and Harry pushes himself off the door frame and walks up to y/n 

“No, you're okay, you enjoy this room, you do know I want what Is best for you, I care about you” he puts his hands on her shoulder rubbing his soft thumb over her skin, making her breath get caught in her throat.  

“I know, it’s just I-” he puts his finger on her lips hinting for her to not go a ramble and she looks up meet his eyes, the look in his eyes is new, something she has never seen from him before but from others. The look of want, like he needs to be right here doing what he is doing right now, like his life depended on it.  

“Harry-” Y/n starts and Harry nods, he knew what she was going to say  

“i know, but y/n, it’s so hard not to want you” he says his face inching closer to hers their lips about to touch when  

“Daddy! Can me and y/n go down to the pool, I need to start working on my tan” Harry and y/n jump away from each other so fast that y/n could have gotten whip lash. 

“Yeah, that’s fine just don’t stay too long I want to go somewhere nice dinner” Darcy smiled and gave y/n a look telling her to get dressed and hurry up, y/n goes to her suitcase and grabs one of her bathing suits and heads to the bathroom and puts it on. She looks at herself in the mirror, hands wrapped around herself, she didn’t want to walk out knowing Harry was on the other side of the door and was going to see her half naked after the interaction they just had.  

She wasn’t the most confident in herself but if she took any longer Darcy would throw a tantrum like a toddler, so she walks out of the bathroom and she is met with Darcy holding a towel for her, y/n mumbles a thanks She wrapped the towel around herself, finding comfort in it, being able to cover her body. As they leave the hotel room y/n looks back making eye contact with harry, he sends her a small smile when she closes the door. 

“Come on y/n get in, the water feels good” Darcy splashes a little water on y/n who is sitting on the edge her feet in the water.  

“Fine you are such a whiny baby Darc” she says as she slips in the water and Darcy goes up and drags her more into the pool laughing at what y/n had said know her playful tone. 

“Come on you love it, so my goal for you this vacation trip is to find you a hot guy, 10 extra points if he has a hot accent” Darcy says smirk on her face as she swam up to y/n. the smile on y/n’s face started to fade at what Darcy was saying, y/n had her eye on one person but she could never have him and it was Harry but she couldn’t tell Darcy that. She wanted to tell Darcy the truth, to tell her best friend about the emotions that had been swirling inside her. But fear held her back. fear of losing one of her oldest and only friends, and fear of how Darcy might react. 

“You know Darc I don’t I want to find a guy just to never see him again you know” y/n trying to make up an excuse for Darcy not to play matchmaker. 

“Oh babe, I'm not talking relationship, I think you need to get laid” she laughs and y/n stiffened there was no way she could escape this, she needed a big white lie to get out of this  

“I think I need to work on myself this trip, you know” y/n smiled but Darcy frowned  

“Fine, let me know if you change your mind, I have my eye on few guys already” Darcy said with a smile. About an hour later they go back up to their room to shower and get ready for dinner. y/n had just stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel when she heard a knock at the door, she was confused, Darcy takes forever in the shower, but she also loves y/n shampoo so might be coming to grab it. But to her surprise it wasn’t Darcy but Harry, Y/n tightened her grip around her towel  

“H-Harry, what are you doing” she couldn’t make eye contact with him she was scared to see the judgement on his face as he judged her body. Harry noticed her tension nodded  

“I'm sorry I don’t mean to bother I was just wondering if you had any preferences of where you wanted to go to dinner?”  

“Oh, no Harry I don't care whatever you pick will be fine by me” Harry nods his eyes traveling up and down her body but y/n didn’t notice as she was still looking at the ground  

“How about you get dressed and come and take a walk with me on the beach while Darcy gets ready, she already told me she won’t be ready for another hour and a half” Harry rolls his eyes at that, knowing how long Darcy takes in the shower and taking forever getting out and getting ready.  

Once y/n is ready she walks out of the bathroom and heads to the living room where Harry was, she coughed to get his attention from his spot on the couch  

“Oh, wow, that dress looks great on you” he said standing up looking at her, she was wearing a yellow sundress, simple, but effective. 

“Thank you, Harry, ready?” He nods and heads to the counter in the kitchen to grab his wallet one thing she has learned about him, he always has to bring his wallet where ever he goes. The walk to the beach was quite bit not in a bad way, in y/n opinion she thought it was nice. Until Harry clears his throat causing her to look at him.  

“y/n I think we need to talk” y/n doesn’t say anything she just nods.  

“About what happened earlier, when we...” he trailed off as y/n started to change the way she was walking less confidently and kind of scared. Harry stops and grabs y/n’s hand causing her to also stop and look at him.  

“Look, you are a great friend to my daughter and you are so nice to me, I can’t let how I feel about you ruin your friendship with my daughter” the whole time Harry is saying this y/n is looking at Harry straight in the eye absorbing each word 

“She doesn’t have to know, Harry it can just be me and you against the world okay, I think I'm really falling for you and when we almost kissed earlier, I felt something I don’t know what the feeling was but I have never felt it before” Harry grabs her hand and kisses it shaking his head, hint to y/n that there is nothing that they can do. The thought of never getting to love someone the way she is starting to love Harry, y/n starts to get upset. 

y/n shakes her head and kisses Harry, it was desperate like she was hungry for it. Harry on the hand was still in shock by y/n boldness, but soon he puts his hands on her waist giving into her. After a while they both pull away. 

“I want you, she doesn’t have to know, ok, I need someone who knows how to treat a woman, every guy I have ever been with doesn’t know, but you, you do I know you do, hell you have treated me so well since I was 5 years old, please Harry” y/n sounded desperate, but she sound like she wanted Harry to prove that she is a lovable girl, like before him she felt like no one would ever love her. 

“no one can know, we can’t do anything risky okay? If Darcy finds out she will hate you and I know you don’t want to lose her” another reason y/n loved Harry, he put her needs before his own, y/n nods  

“we’ll talk about this later okay, we need to start heading back, Darcy probably close to being ready” he grabs y/n’s hand and they walk back to the hotel hand in hand, a slight smile on y/n’s face. This trip was definitely going to change her life.  

[bellarkeselection]

Would love an Obi Wan x reader where maybe she's pregnant (or some family aspect) and is in danger or something?? Just would like a protective obi wan/ family angst, lol.. thanks.

Everything I Need Is In You

"Stay away from me, Obi. I know when I am not wanted now that I am carrying your child in my belly!" I shouted back stomping through his small flat of his house in the desert of Tattoine. We have been together for almost ten years since the jedi order had fallen and the empire took over the galaxy. He runs after me until we ended up outside gently managing to grab my wrist spinning me around where I was facing him. "Y/n, wait. I'm sorry that I shouted at you. I...it's just I am not used to needing to look out for someone I care about. It's been ten years since I have really given my heart to anyone." His blue eyes had some tears slipping down his telling me he was actually serious about this.

Obi-wan and I had met at the small bar when he first landed on this planet. I could read that he was completely broken from the man he used to be. I was friends with some of the other jedi that were killed so I could relate to what he was feeling. That is what brought us together - both searching for something new in our lives. "Obi-Wan I don't understand. How can you say you don't want the baby one second and then another you are acting like you have to?" Shaking my head at him I was more confused than ever. He moved his hand from my wrist to cradle my cheek and I leaned into his palm. "Because I feel this need to protect you and this child. I didn't do a good job with that ten years ago...so I don’t want to mess it up. Cause I enjoy you and me together as a team."

“Then we can be scared of the unknown together, Kenobi. You, me and this child of ours. We can make it through this life on this desert plan better than it has been..plus I always believed that you would be a good father after the way you would be around the younglings.” He wrapped his arms around me gently where I clutched the fabric of his old robes he wore. He kisses my hair on the crown of my head pulling me back inside the small house since we knew the sand people were dangerous. We both laid back down in the bed listening to the others heartbeat and the sound of the sandy wind outside the windows until I felt Obi shift and reach for something from the table beside the bed. “Y/n, I know this might be sudden but I do care about you a lot. Yet if you will have me will you become my wife?” He shows me a sliver ring that had a tiny star engraved on it. Leaning forward I kissed him letting him slip the ring on my hand. “Yes, I will gladly become Mrs. Kenobi.” He smiled kissing me running his freehand through my loose hair.

Comments really appreciated ❤️ Tags @iifloweringnightsii

[slafkovskys]

knies making u watch him fuck u in a mirror… my god😮‍💨😮‍💨

warnings: mature content (18+), language, unprotected sex, dom/sub undertones

“excuse me,” you freeze at the familiar voice of your mother. you turn your head to find her standing at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed over her chest and her eyebrows raised, “weren’t you supposed to be out of here thirty minutes ago?”

“i could ask you the same question,” you send her a nervous smile that she doesn’t buy and your shoulders fall as you slump against the wall with a huff. she taps her foot once and you scramble to come up with the best excuse that you could for still hanging around your house when you were explicitly told not to, “celeste and i decided to go see a movie and i need my big purse to sneak snacks in.”

you can tell by the look she sends you that she doesn’t believe your story, but with a wave of her hand she dismisses you, telling you to “make it quick.”

with a sigh of relief, you turn and quickly make your way to the top of the stairs, pushing open the door to your bedroom. you cross the floor and push the curtain out of the way, looking into the backyard. you see a lot of the boys that your father trained during the off-season (some you recognized, some you didn’t) but not the one that you really wanted to see.

your shoulders drop and you let the curtains fall back into place while you start looking around for what you had originally came for. you find it sitting on the top shelf of your closet and when you go to reach for it, you nearly scream as a pair of arms wrap around your waist. there’s a breathy chuckle against your ear and only then do you relax because you realize who it was. his arms loosen, but he doesn’t let you go, “did i scare you?”

you turn in his arms and shove at his chest, “you’re going to get us in trouble.”

“not if you stay quiet,” matthew mumbles, running his hands down your waist and playing with the hem of your sundress that you had so stubbornly worn, “can you do that for me, babe?”

you nod your head, unable to form the words that he wants but he’s having none of that. he sends a sharp slap to the upper part of your thigh and you take a deep inhale, squeezing his biceps, “i’ll be quiet, matty. i promise.”

“good girl,” he puts two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him, “now i’m going to tell you what’s going to happen and you’re going to listen, responding with words. i need to know you’re okay with what’s happening. i may not be very nice about it because we don’t have a lot of time, okay?”

“yes sir,” it slips from your lips easily and he grins, pressing his mouth to your own. you grab onto his wrist like it was a lifeline, keeping you grounded as he walks you over to your bed. he sits down and pulls you down on top of him, “matty-”

“this is what’s going to happen, honey. i’m going to fuck you and you’re going to watch me do it,” he says it so normally, so casually, and your cheeks burn. he chuckles at the confusion that takes over your face, turning you in his lap so you’re facing the mirror positioned across from your bed. everything clicks into place then and he places a kiss on your shoulder, “you’re going to ride me and you’re going to walk out of here with me dripping out of you. you’re not cumming so don’t think you are. if you do this for me, i promise i’ll make it up to you later. are you okay with that?”

his fingers slip under the hem of your dress and you nod your head. before he can reprimand you, you swallow the lump in your throat, “i’m okay with it.”

he pushes your dress up and chuckles when he finds you bare underneath, “you slut. did you come over here expecting to get fucked? tell me the truth.”

“i- maybe. i didn’t know if you were going to be here.”

“you didn’t know if i was going to be here? so you would’ve gotten it from anyone then?” his fingers dip between your folds collecting some of the wetness that had formed. on instinct, your legs close around his hand and he scolds you, “if that’s how you’re going to act, i’ll just go back downstairs…”

“no, i- it’s, i wouldn’t have gotten it from anyone. only you. it’s just yours. i’m yours.”

“i know that you are,” he pushes your legs apart, “now i want you to watch me and tell me what i’m about to do to you. if you close your eyes, i stop. do you understand?”

“i do,” you let out breathlessly as he rubs his thumb over your clit before sinking his fingers into your heat in one go. you tense against his chest and he uses his free hand to pat your thigh, reminding you of your task, “you, you’re going to fuck me and i’m going to watch.”

“what are you supposed to do, honey?”

“ride you,” your eyes connect in the mirror and he has a smirk on his lips as he slips a third finger beside his ring and index. you gasp in surprise, “matty-”

“keep going, y/n. they’re going to notice i’m gone soon.”

“i need to ride you and make you cum, but i- i can’t. i’m going to be good though so that i can,” you take a deep breath, “and when you’re done, you’re gonna make me walk out of here with you dripping out of me.”

“damn right i am,” his hand wraps around your neck and forces it back, pressing his lips to yours roughly. he lets it last for a second, still working you open before he pulls away enough to utter the words, “get my dick out. i can’t wait anymore.”

he brings his fingers to his lips while you pull his cock free, rubbing it up your slit a few times to gather the wetness on it before starting to push it in. you gasp, the stretch like nothing you had felt before and having to view it from this angle was a different type of stimulant. when your dress slips, matthew grabs it in one hand and pulls you back against his chest once your are fully seated on his lap, “look at how well you’re taking me, baby. taking me like you were made for me.”

“matt, i-” you try to reach for something, “i can’t-”

“you need help, honey? are you still okay with this?” his eyes flash concern for a moment as tears slip from your eyes.

“i’m fine, i just- help,” you utter and he grins, wrapping his big hands around your waist. his nails dig into your hips and you groan throwing your head back onto his shoulder as he thrusts up. he lets you get away with it for one, two, before there’s a pop to your thigh. “i’m sorry.”

“i think that you were made for me. never letting you go anywhere. look at how pretty you look taking me,” he mutters in your ear and you tilt your head forward, watching the way his thick cock stretches you open because at that point you had just become pliant on his lap, holding off your own release.

you can tell by the way his thrusts start to get sloppy he was close and when he reaches his hand between your legs to thumb at where you were most sensitive. you whine, “matty, you-”

“i know what i said, y/n, but you look too damn good right now,” is his only explanation and who are you to argue with that?

it doesn’t take long before he’s filling you with a quiet grunt and you follow not long after, him covering your mouth with the hand that wasn’t working you through your release. you feel his lips against your cheek, muttering praise about how good you were and how this was absolutely not the last time you would be doing this.

“matty, i-” you take a deep breath, leaning into his chest as his hands slowly rub at your thighs, “i don’t think that i can walk.”

“oh honey,” he coos, a little mean about it, “you know that you can.”

he gives you some time to recoup on his lap before he’s gently nudging you away. you stand on shaky legs while he tucks himself back into his shorts, a stupid little smirk on his lips as he watches you shift your weight from side to side. he pulls you in again and you gasp as his finger traces the line of his cum that had begun to slip out. he’s almost proud when he says, “keep your window open. as long as you're good, i’ll come back and clean you up tonight.”

with a final pat to your leg, he stands up and slips out of your bedroom, leaving you frozen in the middle very aware of his implication of what cleaning you up entailed…

and you couldn’t wait.