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princesssmars · 1 year ago

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holly jolly!

an abby anderson x reader based on my abby winter drabble !

wc : 15.718

contains : fluff, angst and smut . fxf relationship. fem!reader. switch! abby and reader. oral and penetrative sex. strap-on yippee. past abby x owen ewwww. owen hate bc i hate him and its funny. reader is a skier and abby does hockey! shitty dad for reader sorry girls. slight alcoholism sorry girls again. the reader is described as slightly tall i know yall been wanting taller readers. reader is kind of bitchy and abby loves it my fave dynamic (dynamic and pretty much the rest inspired by the little ruse go read it).

a/n : sorry i never got over my drabble guys. i dont know who exactly made hockey!abby but ive read em all so big creds to @angelkissiies @millersaurora @whatwouldsylwrite (and @eightstarr for calling abby princess) everyone else smoochies ily <3 made reader a skier because ive been obsessing over the olympics and i watched mollys game and thought it would be cool if i made a skier reader instead of a figure skater. ballerina next time if yall will indulge my delusions.

christmas has always been a bittersweet holiday.

you can remember the good parts from your childhood. picking out your first stocking with your mom. when your younger brother hid in the cupboard to try and catch santa. when your baby brother got cookie dough all over the kitchen, even on the ceiling. or when you were five years old and your dad gifted you your very first pairs of skis.

but it was hard to remember when the bad could get really bad. constant days spent out in the cold and snow, redoing your runs over and over until your legs burned and your back ached. your days that were supposed to be full of vacationing and fun instead filled with aches and falls and countless arguments once you realized you could start talking back.

some of the few friends you've had over the years tried to get you to focus on the good times and not the bad. that dwelling in the past wouldn't help you move forward. when you were younger you'd just call them assholes and move on, but recently it didn't seem worth the effort. that's probably why you started college with no close friends.

it was fine. you had your smarts, which helped you to get a full-ride scholarship when a skiing one fell through after a bad leg injury a few months back. because of that, your mom managed to convince your dad to get off of your ass for a while as you recovered. you had money thanks to your parents and you had your looks which would land you a hookup once in a blue moon.

you'd even made two acquaintances on campus, your roommate, tonya, who was pretty mellow and made sure not to bring the weed she smoked inside your dorm, and a girl named nora in one of your general ed classes whom you would partner up with often.

so yeah. it was fine. at least until the end of your freshman year.

you were running late for your ten am class, sleeping in because tonya had somehow managed to convince you to go to a small party with her last night and take body shots, and then when you were close to being drunk you saw one of your past hookups in the corner who you had dropped for getting way too attached way too quickly, so then you had to quickly find tonya and run back to your dorm-

youre in the middle of remembering ton's bird-like laugh when you nearly faceplanted into your front door when you ran full force into a hulking mass of a body.

the sound of them lightly cursing and asking if you were okay falls on deaf ears as you pick up your bag and hike it to your class, ignoring the stairs of the other students when you rush and plop into your seat.

luckily you manage to get yourself together afterwards, fixing yourself up at your dorm before heading to your next course with nora. as soon as you sit down she's teasing you about a video she saw of you getting wasted last night and you don't even have the energy to entertain her.

"well, instead of getting drunk off your ass again how about you join me tonight? one of my friends is on the hockey team and i got some nice ass tickets."

"c'mon, nora. hockey? seriously?"

"oh, im sorry ms. olympian, is hockey too good for you suddenly? just a bunch of women tossing a puck around too barbaric for you?"

"wait, you didnt say it was women's hockey."

"well, it is."

"..."

"what time does it start?"

at around five you're putting on a cute sweater and a puffer jacket before joining nora on the campus bus where she tries to quickly explain the rules of hockey to you in the span of five minutes. she asks how on earth you haven't been to one of the games or at least heard of the team's star breakout player. you have to carefully explain that you've had enough of sports to last a lifetime.

the indoor arena is packed, and you have to roughly squeeze and push multiple people out of the way to get by. nora starts laughing and tells you to leave the violence to the players and you brush her off. (for some reason she constantly loves to tease you.) when you both finally sit in your seats, you notice that they're behind the glass where the team players get out onto the ice and sit for breaks. nora suddenly bangs on the glass behind a player wearing an ANDERSON 20 jersey. the girl stands up and turns around and good god.

you weren't the shortest girl yourself, standing a couple inches over most girls you knew, but jesus she was easily almost six feet tall, and big, even if her jersey and gear probably made her look larger which really didn't help you focus. you liked the contrast of it with her face, bright, cute, and red from the cold as she talked to nora through the plexiglass. you were just about to admire the shape of her nose when her slightly unnerving blue eyes turned to you.

"hey, i recognize you!"

your brows pull in a deep scrunch.

"from this morning, you bumped into me and nearly knocked me on my ass."

"oh my god, i had a feeling that was you!" you hear the familiar noise of nora laughing at your pain. "jeez, how drunk did you get last night?"

"would you just- look, im sorry about earlier. i was hungover and rushing to class."

she smiles and shakes her head. "its chill, dont worry about it. nora, are you going to that party at derek's frat after? i swear he was begging me to come but i wasnt too sure."

"abby, everyone asks you to go to their parties and you never do! live a little." nora pauses before wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

you knew she was about to say something to piss you off.

"even little y/n here is gonna come and properly apologize to someone for once. isn't that right, hun?"

great.

"well, that wasn't my plan for tonight. at all." you say before picking up your giant hockey-themed plastic cup and taking a sip, hoping the chill of your slushie numbs out the rest of this conversation.

abby adjusts some of her straps and her helmet before resting her hand on the glass, noticing how the rest of her teammates are getting ready to go out on the ice. "well, i'd really like to see you there. is there any way i could convince you to come?"

"i don't know, is there?"

"how about... when i win, you come to the party with me."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes so hard they hurt. leave it to nora to be friends with the walking cliche of an arrogant sports player. you could've been spending this moment in your dorm watching a dumb hallmark movie about a businesswoman falling in love with a farmer while eating chips and drinking a self-indulgent capri sun.

"and if you lose?"

the announcer over the loudspeaker called for the game to start and the players started making their way onto the ice. abby winks at you before turning around and joining the rest of her team.

"trust me, i won't."

you scoffed and flopped back into your hard seat, sucking almost angrily at the bright red straw in your slushie to ignore nora's look.

"are all of your friends that annoying?"

"kind of. thought you'd enjoy it though. birds of a feather."

not bothering to entertain her, you focused on the game that was starting in front of you.

you could understand the basics of the game; one team had to get the puck into the other goal several times until they won. you had a brief understanding of some of the other rules, mostly because your father explained every winter olympic sport to you in great detail when you were twelve. it became so boring at one point that you fell asleep and banged your head on the coffee table, startling the both of you so much he decided to let you go to bed.

but as the game goes on you have to admit that anderson is frighteningly good at what she does. she moves gracefully and quickly on the ice, so well you think to yourself that if she ever tires of hockey she could seriously pursue ice skating, but when an opposing player gets too aggressive with her she returns it with force. she's like an avalanche on skates.

when the game ends you can't tell whether you're shocked or agitated. your team won in what nora called a 'total fucking landslide', the bright 6-1 lighting up the scoreboard like a smack in the face. it felt slightly awkward that everyone around you was yelling and celebrating while you were sitting statue still in your seat.

nora could probably sense your discomfort and gently pulled you up, telling you that the both of you could throw your things away before meeting up with some more friends of hers before heading to the party.

so awesome.

her friends were nice enough, a psychology student named leah and her boyfriend jordan who was some type of biology major. they seemed happy to meet you but happier to make googoo eyes at each other and go to the party, which meant you most likely wouldn't see them again once you got there unless you stumble upon the two in a hallway closet or bathroom. there was also mel, a nursing student who seemed slightly closed off but agreed with you when you mentioned this party would probably be loud and gross. a bunch of athletes celebrating a win is a recipe for disaster.

"finally, the campion herself arrives!" jordan cheers and raises his bag of chips up to abby who's walking up to your group, wearing a simple college sweatshirt and some black sweatpants. for something so basic she makes it look good, and if you didn't have any integrity and weren't pissed off about this party bet thing you'd tell her so. but you are pissed off and still have about half of your integrity, so you keep your mouth shut.

when she bumps into your shoulder with a 'told ya i'd win' you're about to reply with a snarky remark when a tall man with dark blonde hair and another with tanned skin and brown hair come up beside her and raise her up on their shoulders, chanting 'anderson, anderson!' on repeat. you look to nora who just rolls her eyes and tells you that she'll introduce you in the car.

you're all split into two cars, with you riding with the two strange men along with abby and nora. they tell you the guysin the front seats are owen and manny. also that they've all known each other since they were teens which definitely doesn't make you feel like an outsider. but manny keeps trying to joke around with you so you don't feel too awkward which you can appreciate. even if you don't really laugh.

when the car stops at a giant white frat house you arent surprised in the slightest. you were about to prepare yourself for another night of drinking and finding another hookup when abby throws her arm over your shoulder and decides that she likes you enough to spend most of the night by your side.

she walks with you to get drinks and then leaves to go celebrate with some other friends while you sit and nurse your drink for a while. it leaves you some time to think, asking yourself why you're acting like you're trapped here when you could just leave whenever you want, but you don't understand why you don't. maybe it's because you'll use any excuse to have a good reason to drown out your problems with alcohol. or because you're lonely but don't feel like admitting it.

after around half an hour she comes back and sits on one side of you while you talk to nora and joins in. she asks about your major, if you're from seattle, and how you met nora. after a while you stop rolling your shoulders when she asks a new question and settle into conversation with her. and after a few hours you learn more about her too, that her dad is a neurosurgeon and she's following in his footsteps with her pre-med major, but that as soon as she tried hockey she knew she wanted to do it forever. she tells you that she doesn't really like drinking, she knows most of the people on the other women's sports teams, that she used to date owen-

you choke on a sip of your vodka and nora pats your back with a chuckle. you were definitely off your game tonight. but besides that hiccup you have to admit talking to them is enjoyable. even their friend manny comes over and dares you to do shots with him and you were seriously about to do it before the girls talked you out of it.

over the next few weeks, you talk more and more to the anderson girl, to the point where you're staying up at night to talk to her over the phone and waking up to your roommate giggling in your face. once she was so tired after a game she started snoring and you would not let her forget it. just like she wouldn't let you forget the time you got wasted at a sorority party, got on top of the kitchen island, and danced to a city girls' song before she set you back on the floor.

you wouldn't ever admit it out loud, hell you had barely admitted it to yourself, but you had started to catch feelings for abby. there was nothing more mebarrasing and cliche to you than falling for your straight friend, and you really didnt want to be on eof those girls who did so. but in your defense, it was really hard not to. she was annoyingly pretty, lord knows how many times youe admired the freckles dusting her cheeks down to her shoulders. she was strong and smart and every other positive character trait your brain could conure up.

but the worst thing was just how nice she was to you.

in hindsight, the way everything fell into place was honestly the dumbest thing ever. you were at a county fair leah had heard about and asked you to come with her along with jordan and abby. obviously, the couple went in their own direction after a while, which left you and abby to wander around getting on the different rides and getting your reaction to abby eating her first-ever funnel cake. but then it was later, and the two of you had stopped at one of those rigged pop up games and you bet her twenty bucks that she wouldn't win, and if there was one thing you knew about abby it was that she took bets very seriously, so when she won and had to pick her prize you were a little confused when she picked your favorite animal and handed it to you.

when you asked her how she knew it was your favorite, all she could say was 'you said they were cool a few times and they're your profile picture on your private instagram, so i just put the pieces together.'

you went home and didnt talk to her for a week. or at least you tried to, because after a weekend of ignoring her calls and convincing tonya to bring you meals from the lunch hall the blonde girl banged her fist on your door and basically demanded you tell her what your problem was.

"i don't see what the big fucking deal is. i'm allowed a little bit of space from you, abigail."

she scoffed and you could see her tongue bunch in the corner of her mouth before her body pushed past yours until she was standing in the middle of your room.

"i'm not saying you can't have space and you know im not. i mean, one second we're having a good time together and then you just shut me out for no reason. if i did something wrong i need you to tell me. i can't read your damn mind, y/n."

sometimes it feels like you can, you think with a snort, feeling slightly embarrassed by the angry look on her face. you collect yourself and cross your arms over your chest. "i just don't feel like talking to you right now, so if you could please get out now-"

"nope. not gonna leave until you tell me what's wrong."

sometimes you could forget just how damn stubborn she was. it mostly popped up on the ice, and you had once overheard her coach say that if she wasn't such a great player she'd be benched most of the time.

"do you realize how annoying you're being right now?"

"don't care."

"i don't give a shit if you have muscles, i can still kick your ass."

"i'd really like to see you try, princess."

you groan and cover your face, but not before raising them in a choking gesture. you walk backward and sit on your bed, trying to take a breather before anderson follows you and resting on the ground in front of you, her large palms smoothing up and down your thighs.

"please, y/n, just...just tell me what i did and i'll fix it, i promise."

you've never been one to cry. or maybe you had been when you were a young child before your father taught you that 'crying doesn't achieve success, at least not the kind you want.' but you can see how much abby cares about you in her eyes and you know that despite you being unreasonable she'll put up with it anyway. your eyes start to sting and you rest your head in the crook of her neck.

she doesn't force you to say anything more than you want, rubbing the expanse of your back while another hand gently pats your head. after a long minute, you pull your head up and find that the space between your two faces is almost nonexistent, your eyes dart from her eyes to her lips, and before you can say anything else her hand is on the back of your neck and she's bringing your lips down to hers.

its soft and sweet and her lips are soft and feel like heaven against yours, and she doesn't give you a second to be confused about what's happening because she's making the kiss deeper and pulling your body closer to hers by putting her arms under yours and pressing you in by the back of your shoulders. you throw your arms over her shoulders and behind her neck and decide that you're going to enjoy this moment for as long as you can.

but eventually, you need to breathe, pulling your head back and letting out a shaky breath of air when abby just moves her ministrations to your neck, sucking and biting on the skin until it bruises.

"i..i thought you were straight." is all you can manage to voice, the feeling of her body pressed into yours and her teeth nipping at your neck making your mind hazy.

she laughs and kisses your neck a few times before looking you in the eyes. "well, i never actually said i was, you just assumed so."

"seriously? you dated owen? he's the dullest straight girl choice i've ever met. and we live in washington" you scoffed.

"yeah, well. that was a long time ago. i've moved on to bigger and better things."

she plants a big overdramatic kiss on your cheek, repeating so on the other side of your face until she can see your smile and hear you giggle. when you both calm down a little she backs up and wears a more serious look on her face.

"i care about you. more than i've cared about anyone before." she smiles, her thumb rubbing over the back of one of your hands. "except maybe my dad, obviously. and nora, she was kinda my best friend before you. but you get what im trying to say."

you laugh and nod at her. "i understand. i...like you too. a lot."

"geez, you're seriously emotionally stunted. but i'll take what i can't get, you'll warm up to me eventually." she slaps her hands on your thighs, ignoring the annoyed look on your face before scooching your body up until you're laying down on your bed, her body gently flopping down onto yours.

"abby! get the hell off, you're wearing your outside clothes!"

"cmon, just five more minutes."

and as much as you complained during those five minutes, you both knew you didnt mind that much.

after that things were really nice. at least for the most part. you were officially abby's girlfriend, which she had asked if you wanted to be the day after you two semi-confessed your feelings. she knew that this kind of commitment was new to you, and the last time it didn't go so well for her, so you both decided it'd be best to take it slow.

(slow meaning you did everything you two did before with the added bonus of making out whenever you wanted. you weren't complaining.)

but keeping things on the down low was a bit of a struggle. abby was a huge fan of pda, always found hugging one of her teammates after a successful game or cuddling with someone on movie nights. she would hug you when you were just friends, but now that you were comfortable with her touching you more in private it started to bleed into public life, her hand looking for yours when walking around or giving you a kiss on the cheek after you aced another test.

the next problem was your friends. you had told nora over a late night phone call while manny had found out when he had walked into the living room of his and abbys shared dorm and found the two of you with your shirts off and kissing on the couch, shouting in both spanish and english about how his eyes burned but he was happy for you both.

you both knew you could trust the two of them with your 'secret', but you didn't expect that end-of-the-year party owen and manny decided to invite you both to.

it was a mix of things really. you were going to just spend time with your friends and nothing more, but you were feeling really pent up. when you and abby decided to take things slow, that also meant sex. which at first was all right with you, hookups were a lot different than sharing yourself with someone you really cared about. but abby was just so effortlessly hot, and now since hockey season was over she had more time to spend with you and it was driving you up the damn wall. it got to the point that you found yourself nearly always on the brink of an orgasm when after a long day she'd press you into her bed and kiss you until you felt dizzy.

so when she decided to go to the party in a tight long-sleeved top and a normal pair of jeans, you definitely should not have been all over her as you were.

(to be fair. she was also on you like white on rice. you had decided to don a tube top with a mini skirt, figuring it couldn't hurt to dress up a little for a simple party. especially since it made your girlfriend look at you like she wanted to eat you alive.)

after mingling a bit and getting yourself a drink, you meet up with some of your friends and start to talk to leah about some drama in one of her classes when abby rejoins you, moving your body so your body is resting into hers. you aren't used to such a public display of affection, but this alcohol is blurring any desire you had to hide that she was yours and you were hers.

"god, you guys are so cute together it makes me sick." nora laughs into her red solo cup, shaking her head at your adorable but annoying affection.

leah's eyebrows scrunch up and she starts to pinch at your arm. "wait, am i missing something? you two are dating?"

at that point, some other people were listening in and looking in at the two of you, including none other than owen moore. now, you and moore were always cordial, but you wouldn't call him a good friend like you would the others. you always felt that whenever he saw or heard about you abby spending time together or heard about how close you two had gotten so quickly, he would smile silently while staring at you like he wanted to burn lasers through your brain.

and he was doing the exact same thing now, his grip on his bear so tight you feared the glass would break. somehow you were the only one who noticed.

"yes, we're together. finally managed to convince this one that jocks aren't just big dumb idiots a few weeks ago." abby's talking breaks you out of your thoughts, her arms snaking around your waist and pulling you to sit on her lap.

you cant help but roll your eyes. "i never once said that."

"well you were thinking it. i could tell."

some of the people who you didnt know and who were friends of friends said congrats, how cute they thought the two of you were, etc. it kind of weirds you out to have all these people paying attention to you just because of who you were with, but abby's quips to any weird remarks you didn't want to acknowledge made you feel better about anything.

but later on, when the two of you are unseriously dancing in the living room, owen comes over and asks abby to talk in private, leaving you to dance with some girls you recognized from the last party. but after three songs pass and abby still hasn't come back, you get a weird feeling in your chest and decide to go looking for the two. you head upstairs and down a few hallways before you hear two voices in a heated argument, and after numerous visits to her games, you can recognize abby's yelling anywhere.

before you can knock on the door to ask if something is wrong, it opens and you see a red-faced owen, not even saying anything before he knocks into your shoulder and goes back downstairs, clearly ignoring your call of 'fucking dick' to his back.

you scoff and shake your head, turning back around to say something to abby before you slightly step back at the look on her face. its dark, like if owen didn't leave she would have kicked his ass first, and now it's trained at you. you know she'd never hurt you, though. partially because she cares about you too much, and partially because you always keep a taser in your back pocket whenever you go to a party.

"abby? what's wrong? did he fucking say something to you?

she laughs before grabbing your arm and pulling you into the room, shutting the door behind you and locking it. her long legs take seconds to reach the bed, her arm releasing when your body sits and bounces slightly on the bed as she stands above you.

"its...its nothing, just owen being a dick like always."

her voice is strained and her hands are tensing into fists, telltale signs that she was really pissed off. you hold her hands in yours, pressing little kisses to her knuckles. normally you hated being so sappy, but you knew that being cute with her was a quick way to calm her down.

"don't worry. i can guarantee one of these days someone is gonna kick his ass. unless i do it first, and you know i want to." you joke and smile when she laughs, gripping her hands so she can sit on the bed next to you.

"yeah, youre right."

"im always right. you should learn that if you wanna stick with me."

she shakes her head before looking at you in silence, and you feel your face get hot under her gaze. you'd never admit it to her but seeing her so angry really did something for you. the bottom of your leg rubs against hers, and her eyes dart down before trailing up your legs to the point where your skirt is starting to ride up your bare thighs.

"here, babe? seriously?"

you sigh, figuring she was right and having your first time together in some stranger's house during a party was horribly tacky. you start to move your leg before she grabs it and puts it on the bed before grabbing you and resting you in her lap.

"i didn't tell you to stop."

so yes, you did get tacky in a strangers house. and back in abby's dorm. and again after you both showered.

so if there was one thing you could ever thank owen for, it was finally giving you both the push you needed to take the next step in your relationship. but after that night things were a little strained, as abby and owen were on a no-contact basis, their fight having something to deal with them and maybe you although she wouldn't go into details, which just led to this drama also spreading to mel since she was dating owen and was always pretty neutral when it came to you and tense when it came to abby, and mel was close friends to leah who was now close to you and...

it was complicated.

but you were used to not having people around. you had abby, nora, manny, and tonya, and that was all you really needed. speaking of tonya, you don't think you've ever seen anyone as happy for someone else's relationship as you did when you told tonya that you and abby got together. she said it was 'half happy that you found someone for you and half happy that someone will finally get the stick out of your ass.'

but your bliss was partially broken when your mother called a week after you had your last finals to let you know she and her father were going to be visiting seattle to talk to you about something important. at this point you hadn't talked to either of your parents since winter when your dad had not so discreetly told you he would be on your ass about skiing again as soon as your leg was alright again. and you were definitely going to dread every minute you had to spend trying to cordial to them, don't even mention finally introducing them to your girlfriend who you so far had never told them about.

for a few days after the call, you must have been acting weird because abby could tell something was wrong and took you to a relaxing little cafe she had found when she first got to the city. you're sipping on a milkshake while abby does the same across from you, digging into her stack of blueberry pancakes, waiting for you to tell her what's going on while she talks about her schedule now that school is out.

"manny's gonna be gone for a month because of his music internship, so i was wondering if you wanted to come and stay at mine while he's gone. we can watch movies, dance to music, or we can practice those recipes i saw on tiktok."

"mhm, that sounds nice, babe." you continue to at least show minimal attention to what she's saying, briefly slurping at your shake until she speaks again.

"yup. but after that, i might have to leave for a while, i haven't seen my dad in forever and he wanted me to stay for two weeks while my aunt is visiting salt lake."

her words slowly die out when she notices how you stop slurping your drink, your eyes staring into space as your thumb scratches at your palm.

throughout your relationship, you had told abby the rundown of your relationship with your parents maybe once. at first, it was because it was a touchy subject and you would be embarrassed if she knew the reason for the way you acted the way you did and thought your baggage was too much for her.

and then it was because deep down you were jealous. they had their ups and downs, but abby had such a pure relationship with her father that sometimes it made you sick. while he didnt flaunt his wealth because of his principles, but abby would tell you about all the times when she was younger that her dad would give her the best birthday parties, take her with him to conferences around the world, and made sure she had anything she desired.

so when you had to tell her that the most your dad did was give you a break to be a normal adult instead of shaping you into a champion, you don't think there was ever a time that you secretly envied her more.

"this is about your dad, isn't it?" she whispered, reaching across the table to take your hand in hers. you nodded, relieved that your girlfriend could read you like a book and you didnt have to say it out loud.

"could you tell me more about it?"

shit.

you sighed, a deep breath leaving your body and clearing your head.

"my parents are gonna be here soon. said they wanted to talk to me about something "important", which means my dad thinks i've had enough time to recover from my leg being nearly snapped in two because he thinks he knows better than the doctor. but hey, maybe when i was gone he got another fuckin degree to throw in my face."

while you ranted abby never said a word, just paying close attention and providing you comfort. out of everyone in the crew, she was always the person people went to talk to when they needed it. she said it was something she got from her mom.

"all my life he's been like this. just pushing me and pushing me until im at the point of breaking until i use my anger to win. there's no doubt he's still doing it. heard my brother is being scouted at his games and he's only fifteen."

abby nods and presses a kiss to your hand, treading carefully with what she says next. "your dad sounds...horrible, honestly. he never...hit you did he?"

you feel your body jerk back and both of your eyes go big at your reaction.

"no, no he would never. im serious. wouldn't make sense from a logical standpoint, id be in front of other people all the time and any injuries would fuck up my skiing."

"well that's a bleak way of looking at it, but im glad he didnt. but the other shit is still bad."

"yeah. definitely not looking forward to dealing with that again in two weeks."

"i know, but im here, and im gonna stick by you every step of the way, alright? even if your parents find out they hate me and curse my bloodline."

you couldn't help but snort at her. "nobody could hate you, anderson. you would annoy them too much and make dirty bets against them."

"what? that wasn't a dirty bet! you'd just never seen my skills before and i used it to my advantage."

"whatever you say abs."

abbys reassurance and patience helped greatly, and by the time you met your parents at their hotel for breakfast, you weren't nervous about whatever bullshit they had to say.

but for some odd reason, they were very cordial. your mom asked you about school, how your grades were, and how you liked your chosen major. when it got to the point if you were seeing anyone, you not so subtly gushed about abby and she seemed really happy for you. your dad even praised you for picking another sportsman, avoiding your look while he ate his eggs.

a week later you even had the courage to introduce them to abby, who told you she would cook something for all of you to eat.

that tiktok recipe she was talking about? it was ratatouille. and you had to admit it was delicious, and you wondered how abby was so good at so many things and she told you when she was a kid she wanted to learn how to do basically everything and her dad was more than happy to indulge her. sometimes you really wondered how she didn't appear to be so spoiled.

but your girl was nothing if not a charmer, and by the end of the night your mom was gushing over how much she liked abby and thought she was a great match for you.

your dad was...your dad. he acted polite, asking abby about her intentions, if she was dedicated to her studies and sports and you at the same time. blah blah blah. abby gave perfect human resources-like answers that she knew would make you giggle and loosen up.

once dinner was over your mother insisted on staying a little while longer to watch a movie, finding out she and your girlfriend both had soft spots for mamma mia and grease and planned to drink some wine and let loose for once. while the two were watching meryl streep panic on screen your dad tapped you on the shoulder and asked if he could speak to you in private, and you were mentally prepared to get into yet another argument.

"i know i'm the last person who gets to say this but..you've seemed to have really grown this past year. I'm proud of you."

"thanks. i guess."

he sighs, shifting on his feet. "i know i've always been hard on you and your brothers. i just-i knew that if you had guidance you could be phenomenal at whatever you do."

"yeah, dad, but that doesn't mean forcing me to train for ten hours a day when i was still in third grade." you could list more instances of him being overbearing and partially ruining your childhood, but you don't feel like being the person who makes the conversation go sour.

"i know. trust me, i know. look, your mother has us going to a shrink and...one of the steps is asking for forgiveness and whatever mumbo jumbo."

you almost snort but pass it off as a sneeze. your dad in therapy was about as believable as a talking donkey.

"well, it's nice to hear dad but it's not gonna be just as easy as being nice to me and my girlfriend for a night."

"i know. which is why i wanted to show you this."

he pulls out and his phone and after a few taps shows you an article. you read the word 'olympics' and nearly blow before he cuts you off.

"just listen, alright? one of the big coaches was caught and fired for doping a bunch of the players, so they're postponing the winter games for another few years for investigations to see if there's any more misconduct."

"are you serious?"

"deadly. and i know with your leg and your schooling you'll have your hands full but, i figured the best way i knew how to bond with you was to help you. it'd be enough time to get extensive physical therapy and train up. but only if you want to."

"dad, i. i really don't know what to say."

"you don't have to say anything, at least not now. just promise me you'll think about it, alright? and if by next spring you still don't want to, I'll never bring it back up again."

after that, your mother comes and says they should get going to get enough sleep for their flight tomorrow, and you bid your parents goodbye with stiff hugs and a genuine smile.

for the next few months into your sophomore year your on the fence. when you were a kid, despite the pain and the tears and the bruises, there was nothing you loved more than skiing. you swear that the adrenaline rushes you would get speeding down slopes were better than anything you've ever experienced, even sex.

(when abby heard you say that one night on the couch, she pouted and wouldn't touch you for a week, telling you to go back to those stupid slopes if that's how you felt.)

but the point was that you were basically going through a beginning life crisis. either stick with the new normal you've created and potentially miss out on fulfilling your childhood dreams, or take a risk and potentially come out more damaged than before.

you were planning on spending the next thanksgiving mulling it over, but to your shock baby invited you to come with her to her dad's house for thanksgiving with her family. when checking in with her to see if she and her dad would be ok with this big step, she told you it was actually her dad's idea and she'd be more than happy to have you meet her family.

you swear to god you have never been more nervous on a plane than you were on the flight to salt lake, only being soothed by the constant free drinks you get in first class, the six hundred page book in your hands, and abbys large hand constantly rubbing on your thigh and back. you suggested that you both join the mile-high club as a joke and she seemed a little too into it.

"babe please, i promise ill be quick. i can even put my fingers in your mouth."

"abby, i was just joking. im not gonna do that and get kicked off the plane. god, you're so fuckin weird."

"you make me weird. pretty please? ill pull out the puppy eyes."

"i really don't give a fuck."

and you come to find out that abby's stories were true because her dad is so weirdly nice. he greets you at the airport like he's known you all your life, and is eager to find conversation the whole drive to his house where you both are staying.

you were glad that like you abby had a smaller family, or at least one she spent thanksgiving with. after her father you only had to introduce yourself to her aunt and her small family, a husband who you have to look down at and likes to boast about his coin collection, and three children. the eldest, ashley, was closer in age to you and abby and was clearly abby's favorite cousin. the middle child was a wild child named kris, who didn't seem at all phased that you were a stranger and kept asking you if you'd ever heard of their favorite anime series.

now, you've never been the best with children, you repeatedly told your mother to throw your baby brother in the trash when you were six, but you couldn't help but fawn over abby's baby cousin lyle, the cutest infant you've ever seen who after a few hours of fussing because of the time change, he calms down into a smiling drooling little thing who, although he keeps tugging at your hair when his mom hands you to him, seemed to actually enjoy your presence and laughs like its the funniest thing ever.

you didnt catch the way abby looked at you fondly while you were playing around with her cousin or the way she swatted her father away when he called her out on it.

so thanksgiving was easy, a peaceful week full of meeting kind people and eating some surprisingly good food. but you didn't even get a week of peace after before abby brought it up.

christmas.

yes the holiday was full of joy and warmth when you were a child. but after a mini teenage rebellion and your energy you just...gave up on the holiday completely. last year you spent it alone inside your dorm which wasn't the worst thing on earth. you got to watch corny feel-good movies like national lampoons, drink hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and had free reign to the library since the librarian apparently used to watch your games on tv. it wasn't like it used to be, but it was enough.

"so, you're coming with us to the cabin right?" nora reaches across the library table and takes one of your fries from the fast food you sneaked in. for some reason she refused to order her own fries, content to pluck the ones from your container.

"what? what cabin?"

"god, abby hasn't told you about this by now? i thought she would have taken you there already and made it her love shack or something." she quickly ducks her head when you toss a burnt fry at her, looking around to make sure no one saw. "it's her dad's cabin at one of the ski ranges in the mountains, she invites us every year for christmas break or new years if we can't make it."

"first, you're a perv. second, i don't know why she hasn't told me about it. id probably tease her for it anyway."

"well when you see her next ask her, because you definitely have to come with us this year."

"i don't know, nors. you know how i feel about skiing right now..."

"you don't have to ski! we literally never do, as sad as it is. we just hang out, go out for drinks, and hit the skiing town. im telling you cold resort parties are insane."

you take a minute to mull it over, staring into space as you tap your fingers on the hardwood table. nora fingers tap on the top of your hand.

"i understand you're going through things, with your dad and all. you don't have to come if you don't want to. but i know we'd really enjoy it if you came, especially abby."

you nod and eat another fry before gegging back to the novel you were reading, some 'all-time classic' abby had said you had to read.

you saw abby a few hours after that, yet again staying the night at her dorm to kick off the following weekend. when you entered using your spare key the smell of chinese food instantly hit you, and it took you by surprise since abby normally insisted on cooking for you and manny.

you set down your things and kicked off your shoes before heading into the little kitchenette, hearing the sound of rather loud whispers that stopped as soon the roommates saw you, noodles stuffed into both of their mouths.

"what the fuck are yall starin at?"

manny snorts before making some weird excuse for leaving, telling you he's meeting up with some meteorology student at a bar and he won't be home until tomorrow. you bid him. a quick goodbye before turning back to abby, the blonde picking through her food.

its only then that you notice the gauze wrapped around her palm, quickly cross the threshold to gently but firmly raise her hand up to your face to observe it.

your about to go on a triade when you see that sad pout on her face.

"tell me who did this to you." you grumble, putting on a fake deep voice.

she chuckles and shakes her head. "you're so weird."

"only because of you. tell me what happened."

"i was trying to cook before we ordered takeout and i just...got distracted and burned my hand. its not a big deal, don't worry about it."

you tell by the way her shoulders were tensing that she was getting into one of her moods, always hating when she failed at something and hating even more when people kept asking her about it.

"well im always gonna worry about, something that's also your fault by the way. what made you distracted."

"nothing."

"abs."

"please just drop it."

"abigail."

she groans before slumping her head into her arms on the counter.

so you decide to drop it. at least for a little while. you put away the rest of the food, deciding to eat the box she bought for you after her mood had been resolved before figuring you'd leave her alone while you took a shower.

but if there was one thing you knew about abby, it was that she took 'golden retriever energy' to a whole nother level. aka most of the time she couldn't leave you alone and followed you near everywhere. after only a few minutes, you heard the shower door open and felt her large arms circle around your waist and her head rest on your shoulders.

"i wanna ask you something. there's this cabin my dad owns that we all head to for winter break and stuff-"

you felt your heart skip a beat. to be honest part of the reason you were nervous about abby asking you this was because you were second-guessing yourself and your relationship. you hadn't even been together for a full year at this point, and even if you knew you loved her and that she adored you, you didnt want to be the one to bring up this thing she does with people she's known for years and get your heart damaged.

"and i wanted to invite you to go with us because i just know youd make it feel so much more special."

"i feel like a 'but' goes at the end of that sentence."

she rubs her head into your shoulder more, kissing at the soft and wet skin of your shoulder blade.

"i didn't tell you much. about my fight with owen. but everyone knows we haven't been talking much, but he's still been my friend since elementary, and i was hoping that maybe during the trip we could resolve things. but if he ever said something to you or about you i think id go fucking crazy."

your turn around and hold her head in your hands. her body is still slumped so her head is more at your level and her pretty blue eyes stare right into yours.

"i appreciate that. your slight anger issues make me feel honored." a smile quirks on her face and she nuzzles her head into your palms more. "and as much as he pisses me off, i don't know how i feel about causing a greater rift between you and your friends. ive only been with you less than a hear, he's known you for-"

"year or not doesn't matter. you mean...so much to me i can't put into words. the only reason i was nervous all day was that i didnt know how to make this sound like i wasn't putting him before you because i wouldn't. ever."

you look at her a bit longer, swiping away wet pieces of her hair back from her face so you can see all of her. because she's looking at you like she can do the same.

you both take an intimate shower without a word, helping the other bathe and lather her hair in apricot shampoo she's become addicted to. once you exit, dry off, and change into some matching fluffy pajamas she bought for you both, you finally head back to the kitchen to eat your food before turning on a movie.

it was only because you both decided to choose some random movie that the stupid thought crossed into your mind.

"could you imagine if we were that touchy all the time? we're already halfway there and it drives your friends nuts." you poked her cheek while you were resting on her, her arm wrapped around your shoulders while your legs intertwined on the couch.

"what do you mean?"

"just like, overdoing it. always with an arm around the other, making eyes across the room. if you wanna get extreme you could carry me on your back."

"or i could carry you on my front."

the shift of her hips and the tone of her voice makes you turn your head to look at her, nearly busting out laughing at the way her eyes are glued to the screen while she chews on her lower lip.

"stop doing that."

"doing what? im watching the movie. watch the movie with me."

"this is just like on the plane. y'know i was kidding about the exhibitionist thing at first-"

"baby, please."

"please what?"

she groaned while you just giggled at her, moving your bodies so she was sitting up on the couch and you were on top of her, adjusting your hips so you were straddling her waist.

"what're you thinking about, bunny?"

a subtle whine escaped from her throat and you smirked in triumph. there was nothing your girl loved more than being called the softest and cutest pet names, and you would frequently use it to your advantage, like the time when she refused to help you cheat on a test 'on principle' and you rested your face on her thigh from under the desk with a 'please, princess?' and she happily gave you the answers after roughly grinding herself on your tongue.

"i just...maybe if we played it up at the cabin owen would finally fuck off and realize im yours. i just thought it'd be funny."

you felt a warm feeling in your chest at the thought, showing your girl all the affection she craved from you on an idyllic vacation while also showing that dick owen who's boss. maybe then he'd finally let whatever his issue with you go. or not. at this point you didnt care.

"ok. we can do it."

"what? are you serious? i was half joking. i don't wanna make you do anything you don't want to-"

you cut off her sweet rambles with a press of your lips to hers. her arms brought you in closer until your breasts were squished into hers.

when abby texted the group chat the next morning next to you in bed to let the others know you'd be joining, you couldn't help but feel warm at the replies.

manny : thank god, i need a drinking partner since no one ever wants irish hot chocolate

leah : because the last time you made it you got drunk by five pm and kept singing baby its cold outside while doing both parts

jordan : and badly

manny : haters

nora : omg thank god

nora : this is all because of me btw

nora : tell y/n we're gonna have sooo much fun

manny : wait is she gonna ski

jordan : stop.

you giggled at your friends' antics. you were already imagining all the crazy things that would happen on the trip and happily listened to all the stories abby had to tell you.

mel : cant wait for the trip! hoping ben's is still open.

owen : 👍🏻

a snort escaped from you. "oh hes so pissed."

"definitely." abby agreed before turning the phone off and snuggling into your neck to relax for a little while longer. "prepare, he's probably just gonna get angrier from our masterful plan."

"technically my plan. and are you sure you still wanna do it? i don't wanna drive a wedge between you guys."

"he started that at that party. either he's gonna deal with me changing for the better or im gonna leave him in the dust. now shush, im going to sleep."

your hand smooths through abby's locks as she drifts back into sleep, and you soon follow her into it, dreaming of pale snow and the sight of the slopes.

the nex two weeks before break starts you're horrifically busy, finishing up some tests while also buying and packing everything you'll need for the trip. which is really just an excuse for you to get a bunch of those cute thick sweaters you saw on ebay but that's neither here nor there.

once your last class was finished abby immediately called an uber to take you to the airport, citing that as the host she always headed to the cabin earlier than everyone else to fix it up and stock up on little things, everyone would need or forget like extra blankets and lots and lots of water. during the trip to the airport, waiting in the airport since you were both 'get there hours before the flight' girls, and on the flight itself, abby was telling you stories of the cabin and what has happened on the past few trips that you should know about.

apparently, the cabin (in aspen, which you teased her was so basic) was bought by her grandparents (more teasing) for family trips when her dad was little. but as his siblings got older and started their own families the trips dwindled down, until his parents decided to just leave the place to him, telling him not to sell it for anything since it was worth a fat load of cash by now. hed take abby and her mom there before she passed, and then once she turned sixteen told her he trusted her enough to bring her friends up there if they could.

"honestly, i think it was part of him being nice and feeling sad we didn't spend much time together then. we were still mourning and he was always working." she sinks into her first-class seat, sipping on her complimentary ginger ale can. "but we're better now, and i get to have a laid-back vacation with my friends every year."

"sounds like a win-win to me. traumatic way you got there and all."

"you of all people saying that is hilarious, truly."

a few hours of talking and napping later and you've landed in colorado, a rental car waiting for you in the airport parking lot.

"abs, you are so secretly bougie. like, why didn't you rent a private car that time yours was in the shop and we were stuck in the rain downtown?"

"it's for emergencies and the necessary."

driving through the roads of aspen snowmass is something close to magical. at this point, the sun has set and the twinkling lights of the villages are everywhere, and you can see a plethora of christmas decorations inside shop windows.

when abby parks outside of the cabin your jaw is close to dropping, and you have to hold it up once you step inside. there was obviously a lot of wood, making up the floors, walls, and beams that connect both. but it was also decorated with relaxed brown and cream furniture.

"i want you to know if we get married, im not signing a prenup."

abby cackles before sneaking up behind you and tickling your waist, cackling at your shriek followed by a scowl.

"'if' babe, really? nice to know you're so committed."

"i'll be more committed if you give me a tour of this place."

the cabin was big, of course. enough bedrooms for your whole group and a few more. you honestly couldn't pick your favorite. there was a game room with a pool table you were just itching to beat jordan and leah at, a hot tub outside on the deck looking down onto the village that looked like the perfect place to drink champagne with nora talking shit about her recent ex.

"now, this is what i really wanted you to see," abby smiles before pushing open a wide set of doors on the upper floor and revealing to you the grand bedroom. there's a giant bed against the back wall, with a warm little nook tucked into a bay window.

"it's so nice here abs, really. i can't wait for everyone to get here so we can start doing stuff." you drop your bags by the front of the bed and flop your behind onto it, loving the way it bounces you up and down a bit. and you can tell that abby also loves it by the way she's staring at the way your boobs jiggle.

"im glad you like it, baby. but we don't have to wait for the others to get here to have some fun." a pervy little smile lights up her face and she starts inching towards you, making stupid little grabby hands as she does so.

"you're insatiable. aren't we supposed to be making sure this place is ready for everyone else?"

"wasn't it your idea for us to play everything up for fun? that includes sex. a lot of it. strap-ons are allowed on planes, by the way. and other things."

"...seriously?"

"seriously."

at this point, her arms are caging you into the plush of the comforter, and you don't know whether to look at the veins in her arms or her eyes or her mouth-

"you're staring, pretty."

"well you're all i can see, gorgeous."

she presses a soft kiss to the underside of your chin, her tounge poking out to lick down your neck.

"god, abs, please."

"please what?"

you groan and she just laughs at you.

the hardest part of being a switch was that abby could just throw shit back in your face when she became more dominant. it was both infuriating and arousing.

“im not gonna say it."

"you sure?" her large hand slips beneath the band of your pants until its resting over your underwear, teasing you.

"yes i a-am!" your refusal is cut off when two of her thick fingers slide inside of you, filling you up in the most delicious way. it doesn't help your case that there's no restriction, the wetness between your thighs letting her know just how much you were enjoying this.

"y'know, your master plan isn't exactly gonna work if you have an attitude with me, baby." her words are gravelly as she speakes into the crease of your neck, occasionally looking up at you to ingrain your reactions into her memory.

"god, abs."

"this is one the things i love most about you acting like a brat, just means i get to fuck and love on you until it goes away. and i've got all the time in the fuckin world."

just when you start getting close to your orgasm, you could've sworn in the distance you heard the sound of a door opening before closing a few minutes later. the feeling of abby kissing you and adding a third finger inside of you. you decided to just drop it

later on, after a nice long shower and putting on this cute warm sweater you bought, you and abby decided it was time to head out and get enough groceries to last for around two weeks until everyone else would arrive and decide what meals they would want after. it was very entertaining to watch abby standing in a fluorescently lit market aisle decide if she wanted to make a giant chicken pot pie or some creamy chicken soup one of her teammates told her about. she just stuck her tongue out when you looked at her.

once you returned to the cabin you could hear some music coming from inside the house, and despite your initial worry abby just smiled and rushed inside, your brain seriously wondering if you had chosen correctly romantically.

you headed inside with a few of the bags, setting them on the kitchen counters before heading to the source of the music that appeared to be coming from the living room. once you cross the threshold you are happily surprised to see your girlfriend and manny talking and laughing in the middle of the room.

"ah! nice to know abs hasn't broken you already." manny comes over to give you a big hug before setting you down and shaking your shoulders, just laughing when you start smacking his hands.

"jeez, what is with you guys? be normal."

"you forget im abby's roommate. this is because of you. you gave me this trauma."

you roll your eyes before patting him on the shoulder.

"ok, ok. why did you come early? when do the others get here?" abby asks from her place still on the couch.

"what, i cant just come because i love and miss two of my best friends."

the room is silent as you both stare at him.

"well just so you know, that was half true. but also," he looks down a dark hallway before tugging you closer to the couch so he can speak quietly. "mel and owen are here."

you blink. "thats...odd."

"very odd, but maybe it's a good thing? who knows, maybe owen's gotten over the whole fight and wants to put it to bed." abby turns to you, those big blue eyes filled with hope that you don't have the heart to squash with a joke.

"yeah, maybe."

"well if he did do that, i don't think he's in the mood for it now." manny chuckles.

"why not?"

"he was confused to see a car in the driveway, so he came by two hours ago and left like two minutes later. his face was as red as a tomato, you know how he looks when he's flushed."

oh my god.

you turned to abby and her cheeks were puffed, a clear sign she was trying not to laugh.

well, it looks like your plan was already working.

the next three days were more laid back, just spent taking a chance to relax and sleep in after your grueling semester. you decided to spend these days exploring more of the cabin, admiring all of the rooms and the random really pretty art pieces on some of the walls.

you swore that nothing could beat the bliss you felt on that second day, waking up to the faint sun in your eyes and abby gently snoring next to you, deciding to cook up a bunch of waffles, one of the meals you excelled at, and read a four hundred page book on the sofa.

(the plan was still in motion at this point, just more tame.

once jordan, leah, and nora came things really took a turn for the exciting. after hearing that you'd been cooped in the house these past few days, leah insisted you come with them to some bars and other hot spots around town. you hadn't been drinking much lately but figured that since you were surrounded by people you trusted and a bunch of strangers you'd be able to handle yourself.

and you did.

for the most part.

you just weren't expecting the bartender to be the chillest girl you've ever met and make a killer strawberry daiquiri, because before you knew it they were playing some old-school song over the speakers and were hanging off of leah's arm like a koala.

"oh my god, im so glad you invited me out. this place rules. have you tried the daiquiris? serenity said she'd make me one more but you can have it."

"her name is trinity, and you're getting touchy. where's abs?"

you shrug and she shakes her head, looking over your shoulders to see if she can spot the hulking blonde. she waves someone over and then abby is in your vision, a soft expression on her face as she tugs your body into hers.

"how much have you had to drink, baby?"

"mmmm, not too much. i could walk in a gay line. look, i even made a corny joke!"

"yes, you did." she squats down a little bit and you wrap your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist, trying to restrain yourself from making any noises when she lifts you with ease to the amusement of some of the people in the bar.

"how about we head back and take a long bath, pretty. ill even try those rose face masks you bought."

you were about to agree when out of the corner of your eye you catch owen, sitting inside a booth with jordan and manny, sparing looks in your direction.

you smirk down at her and she can already guess what you're thinking, tightening her grip on your hips.

"or we can do that later. and dance now."

you nod and loosen your legs for her to drop you but she just holds you tighter for a moment, leaning her head up to place a heated kiss on your lips before pulling away, fighting to ignore the tiny string of spit that connects your lips to hers.

"ok. now we can dance."

abby told you the next day that owen had asked to talk to her one on one in the morning and she didn't really understand what it meant. he apologized for lashing out at her, apparently, but still didnt agree with some of the 'drastic changes to her personality' that were happening lately.

you really tried to promise her that you wouldn't cuss him out, telling you she'd handle it later after having a conversation with manny to figure out when the hell he started acting like this.

focus on tried.

you and nora were in the kitchen that night making cups of hot chocolate, taking the chance to top them with all the stuff you weren't allowed to as a child. also probably increasing your risks of cavities, but whatever, it was nostalgic. you were laughing at the absurd abundance of whipped cream in her mug and the three candy canes in yours when you heard footsteps coming into the kitchen, looking over to see owen looking over some things in the fridge.

you looked at nora. she looked at you.

"so owen, how are things going with mel?"

his hand pauses over some leftover noodles, gripping it with a fist.

"we're great actually, thanks for asking norsie."

noras eye twitches, bumping into your shoulder before leaving the room to rest in the kitchen and wait for you before starting a movie.

owen turns and suddenly its just the two of you. staring at each other. you with a three-caned hot cocoa and he with a tupperware of linguine.

"what's your fucking problem."

his eyebrows shoot up, almost like he wasn't expecting you to actually bring up the tension at hand.

"y/n, is this really the time-"

"yes, it is the goddamn time to ask you why you've been acting like a dick to me and my girlfriend."

his mouth quirks downwards and you nearly laugh at the realization of the words, the glances, how he would look at abby sometimes like a kicked puppy even when his damn girlfriend sat on his lap, it was all because he couldn't move the fuck on.

"seriously? that's the reason? you've been putting me, putting abby through hell because you're still hung up over her? this is my worst gay nightmare."

"it's because ever since she's been with you shes been different, always acting like she's some better person now that she's over me. like i was the thing holding her back. how do you think that makes me feel, huh?"

you stare at him after his quiet outburst, his face that signature shade of pink and his eyes enraged. but he doesn't scare you.

you walk closer to him, entertained by the way she avoids you like the plague, and presses his back into the refrigerator. you want to lash out more, to scream at him until your throat is sore, to whisper all the little flaws about him you've noticed over the past year that are driving everyone away, but you won't.

"i hope it makes you feel like the heap of shit you are. goodnight, moore."

when abby feels you snuggle into her later that night, feeling your hands squeeze into her stomach from behind you, she asks if everything is ok, and you press a kiss to her cheek and tell her to go back to sleep.

the next morning it's christmas eve, and everyone is in the dining room eating breakfast and talking about how everyone somehow has no plans when you make a suggestion for the day.

"i wanna go hit the slopes today."

you swear most of them look at you like you've grown another head that just started trying to sing the tequila song.

manny continues chewing his eggs before giving you a thumbs up, but you can tell he's secretly been waiting for this. after you first met he asked you if you've ever skied again after your accident and then dropped it when you gave him a death glare. but since you've gotten closer he knows more about how it's not that you can't ski, but almost as if there was a mental block that stopped you from doing so.

"uhm...sure. i can see if we can do that. are you sure you want to?" abby rests her arms on the table and leans her head into yours, trying to give a sense of privacy for your answer.

"i'm not made of glass, abby. it's about time i get back out there. its the only way i'll known for sure about what my dad said."

"what'd your dad say?" mel speaks up from the opposite side of the table, her hand rested over owen's on top of the wood.

you straighten your shoulders. "some stupid doping scandal got the olympics postponed, and my dad said if i wanter he thinks he could get me back in shape by then to apply."

"holy shit! i mean, it's your choice obviously, but that's cool as hell. i think you should do it." jordan exclaims, sipping on his orange juice through a straw.

"wait, what about your leg? you've only had problems with it a couple of times, but is it alright enough to go ski?" nora asks. she was the one who besides abby you've told the most about your skiing problems, and once took you to the pharmacy to pick up your pain meds like it was no hassle.

"it's better if i don't push myself too much, but the blue and reds should be a piece of cake."

you look at abby, and even though she has no idea why you've had this sudden change of heart, she can hear the subtle excitement in your voice and nods her head at you with a smile.

thanks to everyone always waking up at the break of dawn for some reason, you're checked in to the slopes and ready to go only three hours later. jordan and manny even decided to join you and try their hands at the bunny slopes, the rest of the group deciding to find somewhere to sit and relax while they watched you all.

"mama please, you're embarrassing me." manny groans while you tilt his head from side to side to make sure all of the straps for his helmet and goggles are secure. you weren't about to have him getting a concussion and blaming you for bringing him here or the workers for their sloppy job.

"no one knows better ski safety than me. now shush, I'm almost done."

once you were finished you gently smacked his head and headed to the side of where the slope ends, abby beaming at you from over the rail. she was wearing this cute little beanie she bought for the trip and this all-black bomber jacket that made her look so much bigger than she already is.

"hello? babe, did you hear what i said?" abby's hand waves in front of your face bringing you back to focus. you slowly blink and she shakes her head. "you're so weird."

"again, i get that from you."

"whatever." her gloved hand rests on your face and she brings you closer so she can press a soft kiss onto your lips. when she tries to pull away but your arms are wrapping around her neck and pulling her body into yours, starting an impromptu makeout session before jordans wolf call yanks you out of it.

her fingers reach up to push a strand of hair back into your helmet. "are you sure you'll be ok up there? if your leg hurts just pull over to the side and i'll try to come up and help you-"

you cut her off with another kiss. "i'll be fine, princess. don't worry about me. just worry about all those losers I'm gonna show up."

she laughs that cute and loud little laugh of hers and sends you off, waving to you multiple times when she sees you go up the lift.

once you are at the top you go over everything again, making sure all of your equipment is snug, the track in front of you is good, and your skis are tight and before you know it you're standing at the top of the slope breathing heavy and feeling like you're about to have a panic attack.

your head feels like it's on fire and you swear that you are close to passing out when someone taps on your shoulder. you turn around and it's some teen by his face unobstructed by the goggles, a go-pro attached to his helmet.

"hey, sorry if i'm being annoying but, you're y/n l/n right?"

you nod, hoping he can't see the strained expression on your face.

"i just wanted to say that i think you're like, so cool. i saw that video of you training for the super g at thirteen and it changed my life, seriously."

your head felt a bit better at the memory. the adrenaline you got skiing down slopes at top speeds and then dodging the flags your father asked the owners if he could put on the track to help you train. they were nice people, and even let you pick what flags you wanted. a mix of pink and black.

"thank you. i swore that training took everything out of me. but at least i didn't have to worry about how i was doing in algebra."

he laughs and bobs his head. he clears his throat before slightly hopping on his two feet.

"you ok, kid?"

"yes, yeah, i just... ya see i have this youtube channel where i post videos of me riding down the slopes, helping beginners, trying the harder slopes, and stuff like that." he taps the go bro on his helmet. "and i was wondering if you wanted to do like, a friendly little race? i don't know, you don't have to i know you're leg is probably still healing, i can just go if you wa-"

"i'll do it."

his eyes bulge, surprised at your answer. you have to admit you're slightly surprised too. you weren't planning on doing anything more than inching your way down the intermediate slope a few times, but the memory of the super g has energy suddenly rushing through you. besides, it'd be a nice distraction from everything else. your dad. owen. you.

when you both get to the edge of the slope, you let him know you'll give him a twenty-second head start before you follow. he nods, and a few seconds later you're skiing for the first time in years.

and it feels fucking great.

at the speeds you are going the wind is whipping across the unprotected parts of your face, the stinging cold keeping you focused as you turn around trick hills and get your legs used to the feeling of slight strain. but your legs feel fine, and that makes you feel even better.

before long you can see the kid ahead of you and your friends in the close distance, nora's red coat bobbing up and down as she cheers for you. only five seconds after you pass your fan and can hear his slight spluttering before you're bringing your skis to a stop and the ice is flying from underneath them.

your heart is pounding as the kid, who tells you his name is aidan, thanks you for 'kicking his ass, i swear it'll get so many views". he tells you he'll tag you, and you do him one better by saying you'll follow him back and you're a little scared he's about to have a heart attack before he leaves to check in with his parents.

"oh my god oh my god oh my god! that was so fucking cool! i really thought you were gonna wipe out there for a second but I'm glad you didn't." leah squeezes your body in a hug rocking you from side to side. "are you gonna go again? if you do i swear I'll put on some skis and go down the bunny slope."

you throw your head back with a laugh, imagining leah slowly going down the snow while pizza and french frying her skis. you bask in the compliments given to you by nora who was watching the whole time and manny who tells you he successfully completed the green slope with no falls or bumps. you feel the urge to talk to abby, to have her tell you she's proud of you when you see her near one of the equipment cabins, talking to owen.

"are you gonna go again or do you wanna stop for the day?"

you look at nora with a grin. "yeah, i'll go again."

later that night, after a few more hours of racing your friends and even seeing a few more fans who recognized you, even one lady who said she remembered you based on your form, everyone is headed back to the house to end the day after getting some drink from the community lodge

for some reason, abby hasn't talked to you since, and based on what you saw you're preparing for the damn worst. a small part of you knows you might be overreacting, that there's no way she would fall for the bullshit more had to say to her, but her avoidance of you isn't helping that little part take charge.

like she could read your mind, she's on your tail and following you into your bedroom, taking off her clothes as you do the same but still no word before you head into the shower. under the heat of the water, you rest your head on the wall and close your eyes to try to center yourself. you know abby, you know how much she's done for you. owen wasn't going to get in the way of that and you refused to let him.

you dry yourself off, brush your teeth, moisturize your body, and decide not to put on your pajamas and just this cute robe abby bought for you before leaving the bathroom. after turning off the lights you stop in your tracks, abby sitting on the side of the bed and staring at you.

your feet slowly carry you closer to her before she rolls her eyes and tugs you onto her lap. your face is neutral, even when you can feel the bulge inside of her sweatpants. you tilt your head and she replicates it.

"let me guess, you got an attitude again?"

"you're a fucking hypocrite."

"wh?" her face jerks back in confusion. "what are you talking about?"

"don't play fucking dumb with me abigail. biggest personal growth moment for me in forever and you spend it talking to your damn ex, who if you didn't catch it is still hung up on you, by the way."

"i know, just let me explain-"

"no, i don't want to know. if you're just doing all this as some fucked up way to let me down gently i swear to god-"

you get cut off when one of her hands moves from your waist to cover your mouth, her eyes drooping when you nip at her palm.

"stop it. you know i wouldn't do something that shitty to you, please stop being so paranoid." she waits to gauge your reaction before she decides that you aren't likely to cut her off, softly rubbing at the skin under your eye. "please don't cry."

"im not gonna cry."

"just wanted to make sure. because i care about you, and that's what i was letting owen know that when he was being a jealous dick about you skiing earlier. told him I'm this close to kicking him to the curb for good."

"wait really? what'd he say? i bet he was pissed when i skied over that stuck stump, probably wishes i rode over it and fucking broke my back."

"jeez, you really do despise him." she shakes her head, smiling and rubbing her hands on your thighs. "but yes, he was wondering if maybe now that you were fine to ski you were trying to upstage me or something."

"and do you? and why were you ignoring me?"

she sighed. "literally the opposite. you're just...so amazing, and funny, and talented, and i just know soon you'll be this olympian and wont wanna deal with me and my dumb ex anymore."

"i mean, i am amazing you're right about that," you brag, giggling when she pinches you. "but i'd deal with anything to be with you. i don't even have the words. i wouldn't have gotten on that slope without you always pushing me, despite how annoying i may find it."

abby's' face is beaming and suddenly she's kissing you like you're air, leaning back into the bed so you can hover over her. she stops kissing you just to move her ministrations to all over your face, repeating little 'i love you's' as she does so, reveling in the little hums that leave your throat.

"ok, are we done being sappy so we can fuck now?" your question ends in a squeak when her palm slaps your ass. you look at her with a glare and she just dopily smiles at you, gripping your hips to flip you underneath her.

"y'know, owen and mel picked the room right next to ours." she grinds her hips into yours, the friction of the strap rubbing against you heightened since your robe was riding up to show her bare cunt.

"god, you want me to be loud, don't you?"

"mmhm." she grins as her hand moves down to push the band of her pants down, the feeling of the toy grinding out forcing you to bite your lip to hide your moan, embarrassed by how quickly she could make you want it. her thumbs moves to pull your lip from between your teeth.

she continues humping you until she can see you're wet enough to slide in, looking for your nod to push the strap into you, groaning as it just slides in.

"y/n, we barely did any foreplay-"

"shut up, please shut up."

for some reason she takes that as a sign to start thrusting, reveling in your moans as they finally start to pick up volume. you try to bite the back of your hand when she pulls it away, holding it in hers and holding it above your head. the action is so sweet it almost makes you cry, instead thrusting your head up to press a sweet kiss to her lips.

"mm, love when you're all sweet like this honey. wanna stay like this forever, love you so fuckin much i swear to god." she accentuates her last couple of words with short but harsh thrusts that knock the breath out of your lungs. your orgasm is fast approaching at this rate, and she can tell by the way your eyes are fluttering and your hand is squeezing hers.

"you gonna cum? huh? gonna cum all over me baby?" you nod your head, not trusting the words and sounds that are coming out of your throat. she moves her hand down to rub at your clit and suddenly your stomach is pulsing and your orgasm is hitting you like a truck, abby's following after yours as she's groaning into your neck and thrusting harder to grind the base of the strap into her clit.

it takes a minute for both of you to calm down, the bliss overtaking the both of you.

"was...was that loud enough?" you whisper and feel her silent laugh on top of you, rubbing your leg over the back of hers.

she pushes her head up enough to look you in the eyes, and you really regret asking the question because she's got that dumb-ass smile back on her face and shaking her head.

only a few minutes later she's got you on all fours, leg propped up as she forces your hips back and forth on her dick. and then after that she makes you ride her, and then the position she knows you're obsessed with: her fucking you while standing up.

"a-abs! abby! oh my god!" your throat is sore as her fingers grip the meat of your thighs, the force of her bouncing you and thrusting her hips up getting you closer and closer to euphoria. your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back, doing anything to avoid the way she's looking at you like you're some goddess she's been blessed to witness.

"just a little bit more baby. cmon, tell me how much you love it."

"i do! fuck abby, love it so much."

"love what, honey? you can do it, know you can. god you're so perfect."

your mind is hazy with the feeling of the strap hitting that sensitive spot inside of you with every bounce of your hips and her words that you barely even register her demand, groaning when she bites at one of your tits that have been bouncing in her face.

"tell me what you love. please, please tell me."

"nghh, love you abby! fuckin love your dick so much!"

"that's it, thaaat's it pretty girl. let everyone you're mine, that i'm yours-"

you're pretty sure she kept talking after that, but the rush of your orgasm deafens every sound and lights your body on fire, only able to feel the high and the cum leaking down your thighs. you go in and out of consciousness but come back to when you're both back in bed, abby pulling you onto her chest and she rubs a soft hand down your back.

"love you." you mumble, snuggling into the warmness of her.

"i love you too, y/n."

"'m sorry about earlier."

"me too. promise that i'll tell you whenever i'm feeling down. or when i'm dealing with a douche."

"me too."

you get the best night's sleep you've had in years.

in the morning everyone seems ecstatic for the holiday, ready to share their gifts with each other after breakfast. you decide to join in helping to cook, which gets you a crazy accusation from jordan saying your helping is just 'sitting on the counter so abby has something to look at while you drink a mimosa". whatever. abby is standing between your thighs and talking to you about her new workout schedule when owen and manny walk into the room, manny bidding you a sly 'good morning' with a smirk as owen grabs water from the fridge.

"hey owes, can you hand me one?" abby asks, her fingers drumming on your thigh as she uses the other to catch the bottle he tosses to her with a polite smile. your eyes are following the action suspiciously before abby is for some reason keeping a grip on the middle of the bottle as she opens it so the liquid spurts onto a bit of her shirt.

"ugh, abs! wait a second." you start to move off the counter when she holds your hips down.

"its fine, babe. i'm used to things squirting on me, anyway."

your face scrunches up as you smack her in the shoulder, your face hot as you hear jordan and manny cackling like hyenas and owen chugs down his water. abby just presses a loud kiss on your cheek.

other than your friends constantly teasing you, nora whispering a 'love shack' in your ear when she walks behind you in the living room, the day really is perfect. when the sun sets everyone is exchanging the gifts they got for each other. leah got jordan some necklace he's had his eyes on, manny bought mel some earmuffs after hers broke a month ago. some of them teased you for having surprisingly thoughtful gifts despite having a heart of only half-thawed ice, making you only reply that you weren't past taking the gifts back.

and then you open the gift abby got you and nearly cry; a custom snow globe, inside two mini figures dancing on a mountain of snow, one wearing skis and the other wearing skates. the she almost does the same with the corny 'cooking for two' book you bought her and the limited edition version of her favorite novel.

its a night full of warmth and laughter, and once it ends you find yourself standing out on the balcony, looking out at the lit lights of the village and the lifts on the slopes. your phone is in your hand and you open the text messages to your dad.

tell everyone i said merry christmas. its going to take me time to mentally heal enough to train. but if you're willing to do it with me then i'm in.

"hey, it's fucking freezing out here." abby opens the slide-apart door and comes up beside you, wrapping her arms around you to look out at the view with you. "are you ok?"

you sigh, turning to admire her. the redness of her cheeks, the tiny snowflakes in her hair. the way she's looking at you.

you nod your head.

"i'm on top of the world."

fics keep getting longer to overcompensate allah take me now. spent so much of yesterday aka my birthday writing this omg but it was so fun to write a more developed reader. uhhh idk stream cobra by megan.

#the last of us #tlou #tlou x reader #abby #abby anderson #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson smut #hockey!abby #skier!reader

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morroodle · 1 year ago

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My sister has scared me

She got her Christmas shopping done really late so her gifts haven't arrived yet but she was really excited about mine. Like maniacal laughter for 10 minutes and giving herself an asthma attack excited. I am afraid.

Things I know about the gift:

Some kind of wall decoration

Big. Really big.

She looked at the roughly 4ft × 3ft blank space on my wall and said "yea that will probably fit"

Vaguely ninjago related (don't know what that means)

May or may not have something to do with Crunchy Morro (her favorite picture of Morro which has a resolution of like 2)

Might have something to do with ninjlanket (ninjago blanket) but probably not

A customizable item on amazon

That's all I got. I think fear is the appropriate reaction. I will update yall when this... thing is given to me.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #christmas #christmas gift

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n3onwraith · 11 months ago

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I forgot to post that I drew Needles! You can't tell, I haven't made the HC doodles comprehensive yet, but hisbneedles hide under his skin and eject when needed, like those spike traps but millions of needles!

I'm gonna put all my HCs below the cut just to spare yall

He's def a natural redhead to me, but bleached it a lot before becoming an avatar

Technically, this would only be his human disguise thing. Full eldritch is reserved for attacking ppl and defense, which is rarer than attacking people, and in that form he's all lanky with all his needles out all the time like a fucked up longhorse and pincushion had a baby and it got possessed

He just has no sense of pain most of the time, at least related to intrinsic issues. Getting stabbed or shot hurts, but when his bones constantly break as Eldritch Needles or when his limbs fall off (like Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas) he doesn't feel all the pain, just a tinge or a pinch

Can remove his needles from his skin, but their 'slot' stays open until he puts them back or replaces them (like shark teeth, he grows them but can also swap them out for found ones) and he uses that to sew himself back together as needed

Lots of piercings, most home-done. Really only his lobe and one of three cartilage rings is professional, he did the rest as an angsty teen for fun

Was turned as a late teen/in his early twenties, and therefore his disguise stays looking that age because that's the only way he really remembers who he is and what he looked like. Eldritch Needles is just a fucked up skinsuit really, a puppet for what he needs to do, and Needles himself can't remember or guess what he would look like by now (bones, probably, with his luck, but he was taken as an avatar/eldritch in the 90s/early 2000s so realistically only around 40-50 or so)

Got in a ton of accidents as a kid, always was and always is banged up somehow

Flashes his needles and puffs up on instinct when things piss him off, has to stop himself from doing it around people

A gifted kid for the institute who ended up being neglected outside of schoolwork and what he could do (projection?)

Glitters in the sunlight even with the needles put away. Its just bcs he's got so much metal in him and the sunlight catches the slots weird enough to glint briefly

The jacket reacts the same way his hair and needles do, like an external organ, but it's only due to it being part of his avatar influence shit and its not actually a part of him. It goes dormant when removed or unwanted

Like a hedgehog hair-wise, it's harmless and like regular hair until it's Needle Time (TM)

Easily offended/angered, as seen in the 911 call, and likes to fuck with people. I'd guess older sibling if he had any, but the kind where you matured too fast and then slowed your roll so late you were the immature one (projecting)

Likes to be colorful but in a dull way. Washed out colors just suit him better in his opinion and let him express himself without drawing attention to himself and the fact he's not quite human anymore

Gap teeth <3 Wanted to get braces as a teen but didn't, still pissed about it because now he can't and it doesn't matter since hes not human anymore anyways. slowly learning to like the gap when his angel fangs don't get stuck in em

Didn't draw it but he has snake bites too, just rarely wears them. It's either angel fangs or snake bites but never both because they tend to snag for him

A parallel of both Nikola and Michael, kind of. He's got little bits that Norris, Chester and Augustus would recognize if they ever met him, like his speech pattern and penchant for never giving straight answers, but he's got his own thing going on more than the parallels ever could be.

Rip off Cheshire Cat. Alice in Wonderland, the animated one, was his favorite movie growing up for the colors, and when he got older for the story

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mostlikelyshutup · 2 months ago

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tagged by @emily-prentits (listen i know you tagged me two days ago we're not talking about thank youuuuu)

last song: this is how a heart breaks by rob thomas and if i was listening to the rob thomas radio thats no one's business

fav color: green, we know it we love it, we mess with shades and still love every one

last book: i am 40% of the way through 77 shadow street by dean koontz and its so creepy but also very good

last movie: i have no clue but probably something with @horsetailcurlers2 the last one i though about watching was airplane! and the holiday (according to hulu is was monster inside which is a documentary about mckamy manor and i did not finish it bc mckamy manor freaks me the fuck out)

last tv show: once again probably with @horsetailcurlers2 and it was probably our weird 2006 show about a fruity family

sweet/savory/spicy: savory, too much sweet is bad bad bad and spicy i like but i cant handle bc im white

relationship status: single dears

last thing i searched: candle warmer, im looking for christmas gifts

current obsession: planning out gifts for my friends atm, i love being mischievous about bringing joy to my friends

looking forward to: the fact i get out early from work next wednesday

fav drink: rn? water, i love water so much yall, i also just found a bakery near my work with amazing hot chocolate

song playing 24/7: i havent been listening to music at work lately because ive been sitting with my team and dont want to miss what they say lmao, but i heard rob thomas on the train yesterday and have been loving it

current fav character: im back in a teen wolf phase, so my friend my bestie my little guy stiles stilinski is on the top of my mind

fun activity you would like to get into: listen dude i wanna bake and write and make art and im so so tired every single day

last video game: phone games count and it was exominer

last comic/graphic novel: school bus graveyard!!! so so good and i need to catch up, the one i have open on my laptop all the time is https://www.wildelifecomic.com/comic and you can see the trend i have in the media i enjoy

no pressure tagging: (once again jo tagged me two days ago and i havent been on here like at all so if youve done this sorry) @horsetailcurlers2 @crime-wives @knifebucket @coratatum @kidbabygodforsakenmess @secret-mafia-boss @shortangrybisexual @neatloaf and anyone else who wants to! tag me tag me tag me!!!!!

#thank you for tagging #i love oversharing on the internet #k mumbles

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reactivatedrockstar · 1 year ago

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[If I've been coming on stronk for threads or seem pushy for any reason, I deeply apologize, I've been stressed af I'm going through it and writing and plotting is how I cope. If you really want to know, I'll put it under the cut, but it's both job related stress and heavy topics.

I've been thinking about quitting my job at the daycare. I work the hardest and make the least. People who started three months ago are making $16 while I make $13.50

I never call off unless I'm contagious- not sick- CONTAGIOUS. I've had "hand foot mouth" blisters for a month now, and more are appearing, so idk what I have- I was reprimanded for calling off because my AD decided to schedule five others off tomorrow. And she's acting like my bestie to my face, but talks shit behind my back after I've explained to her that I need communication- all she had to do is tell me what she wants, and I will do it!!! She doesn't even do that. But it's my fault for not reading her mind, despite the fact that she promised she'd communicate with me. She clearly does not care about any of us, and I've only been demoted despite having scissors thrown at me for a whole school year- FOR $13 MIND YOU!!

On top of that, I moved out in February, and live on my own. Mind you, I am on the spectrum, and I am having more burn out and meltdowns bc of the dishes on top of my work stress. I recently got a dishwasher, so that's helped, but it's put my behind financially that I'm beginning to worry that I won't be able to afford Christmas gifts this year.

And the cherry on top of it all is that my cat has cancer, and every treatment option for her will leave her gut-wrenchingly miserable. So my precious baby will have to be put down. I've had her for at least 10 years. (Probably 12.) Today I went to my parents house and sat on the couch for a second, she ran up to me and just. Loafed on my chest for half an hour. All I could do is cry.

Writing is very much my escape, which is why I've been so eager lately. Maybe I'm not being as pestery or annoying as I think I am, because yall don't have to listen to the 18 voices in my brain that don't turn off screaming at me to check for replies, but I am so sorry if I've come off as impatient.

This is by no means an excuse, but rather an explanation.

~ Twoie]

#Out of Cake #vent post #delete later #cw: animal death #cw: job drama #[This is by no means an excuse. just an explanation.]

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magniloquent-raven · 2 years ago

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come a little closer (i want you to stay a while)

happy new year yall 💕 i had a lot of fun writing this @harringroveholidayexchange gift for @suometar and i may have gotten a little carried away lmfao this is now my longest finished fic

read on ao3

~ tag list babes @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you ~

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Steve knew this Christmas would be different than what he was used to.

Being surrounded by sprawling fields of shrubbery, for one. Clear roads and green squares of grass. Steve's never been the biggest fan of snow—it's just a whole mess when it melts in his hair, okay—but winter is odd without it. Mild and dusty, like a dry spring. Makes the twinkling lights and glittering displays of plastic evergreen seem out of place. Aspirational at best. Sad at worst.

But he came to California to be with friends, Dustin invited him along, actually wanted him to be there. That's the difference that really matters.

He left his father a voicemail, and had a long chat with his mother while she worked her way through the minibar in her husband's hotel room. "Good for you," she'd said warmly, with pride, when he told her he wouldn't be driving up to Chicago for Christmas. He thought she'd fight him on it. Insist he grit his teeth and bear it, because she had to, so why should he get off easy. It was a weight off his shoulders when she let him go.

This year would be good. He'd get to be with people who actually want him around. No tailored jackets with itchy collars and professionally wrapped boxes of perfumed tissue paper, hiding slacks that wouldn't fit and gift cards to stores he'd never been in. He'd get to make new memories.

And it's been all of that. Different. Better. He woke up on Christmas morning to the smell of pancakes and coffee, laughter sparkling in the air, and lights twinkling through filmy lace curtains. He felt like he was part of something when everyone congregated in the kitchen, their elbows bumping together, sharing a meal, a pot of coffee, and a conversation about nothing at all. With three—four, including El—Byers, two Hendersons, and Steve, the room was full to bursting but it never felt cramped.

Steve's been enjoying different. He loves different.

But…well…

Leave it to Billy to take things to a whole other fucking level.

He hadn't given much thought to the fact that Billy would be here. He'd made a point of not thinking about it. He hasn't seen Billy in a year and a half, the person he remembers probably doesn't exist anymore. No point worrying if things are going to be weird because of a stupid rivalry from when they were both in high school.

And there's even less point dwelling on the awkward tension between them that Steve probably imagined anyways. They only interacted a little bit after Starcourt. Mostly in passing, when Steve dropped Max off at the hospital, or picked up El because Hop was running late again. There always seemed to be some kind of undercurrent to their stilted conversations. Some thread that Steve couldn't quite pick out from the tangle of every other reason why shit was weird between them.

The night before Susan drove her kids back to California, Max came to say goodbye, and there was a part of Steve that was disappointed that she stood on his doorstep alone. Billy drove her there, but stayed in his car the whole time, and a year and a half later Steve still has no idea why it bothered him so much.

Well, he didn't, until Billy shows up on Joyce Byers' doorstep wearing fishnet stockings and red lipstick, and suddenly it's like there's no air in the room. The whole damn Christmas party evaporates around him.

Has he always been that pretty?

It takes Steve way too long to notice that Billy isn't alone. Eddie Munson is standing next to him, grinning at whatever Joyce is saying to them. He's got an arm casually slung around Billy's shoulders.

He'd forgotten that Eddie moved here too, after what happened to Chrissy last year. Dustin had been the one to suggest it. Like Lenora Hills is The Place To Be if you're looking to get away from the Upside Down and all it's demons.

It does help to have people around who get it. Steve just didn't know Eddie and Billy were…friends, or whatever.

Guess it makes sense, they both have that cooler-than-you metalhead thing going for them. Plus the Upside Down shit. Shared trauma, or whatever.

Seems like moving to California has been good for them though. Billy most of all. Last time Steve saw him he was pale, sickly from a year in Indiana, three months in a hospital, barely pulling himself together enough to drag a brush through his hair, let alone wash it regularly, or…well, go to all this trouble either.

He sort of glows now. It's not just the gold sheen of his curls or the bronze glittering on his eyelids, it's the way he holds himself, his posture loose, and the way his smile actually reaches his eyes and lights him up from the inside.

Steve's fairly certain he's staring, but he can't bring himself to not . It isn't like he never noticed that Billy's hot, everyone noticed, it was impossible not to when he was flaunting his everything all the time. But it wasn't until after Billy left Hawkins that Steve really started dealing with his attraction to men. Looking at him now, it's like putting on glasses for the first time when you didn't realize you needed them.

But maybe it's also the fact that Billy sure as shit never dressed like that in Indiana.

He's ditched the biker boots and layers of denim. Tonight he's decked out in a tiny dark green jumpsuit…thing. With pearly buttons, cinched at the waist by a simple leather belt, and short enough to leave most of his stockinged thigh exposed. And heels. Fucking. High heels. Robin's always said high heels are murder to walk in, and they take a lot of practice. Billy seems to be having no problem.

Of all the goddamn things to stick in Steve's head, that's what he gets snagged on. Maybe after years of trying to take shit in stride he took one step too many and finally broke his brain.

He watches Billy shed his jacket—his old brown leather one, the familiarity makes Steve's stomach do something weird—and toss it over the chair next to the door. There's something easy about how he does it, like he's done it a hundred times before. He must spend a lot of time here.

Steve takes a sip of his drink. He can't remember what it is, and he doesn't taste it as it goes down.

"Dude, are you okay?" Dustin smacking his arm jolts him back to reality. He freezes and tries not to look guilty.

"I'm good. I'm great. Yes." He takes another sip of his mystery liquid and clears his throat. He's sweating all of a sudden. The couch cushions are too lumpy. His shirt is sticking to his back. He can hear every conversation in the room and they all sound like swarms of bees.

"Riiight…" Dustin pauses, eyes narrowing. "Things aren't gonna be weird with you and Billy are they?"

"What?! Why??"

"I dunno, he beat the shit out of you that one time? And because you were, like, in the middle of saying something before he came in."

Oh. Shit. "Uh…"

"Seriously, are you okay?" He leans in, glancing around like he's making sure they aren't being watched, and lowers his voice conspiratorially. "You know, I could talk to Eddie. He could get Billy outta here."

"No!" Some part of Steve recoils at the thought. He stomps it down as hard as he can. "I mean. Nah, it's fine. That would be kinda…I mean, it's Christmas, right. Everything's fine."

Dustin could not look any more unconvinced. "Uh huh." He sits back againt his side of the couch. "Well. I'm going to say hi to Eddie anyways. You…have fun trying to act like you're not being weird as hell."

"Seriously, man, don't say anything to him."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just going to say hi, I swear."

"For real, Henderson. Not a word."

"Jesus Christ."

The Byers' new place is bigger than their old one back in Hawkins, but it's still not big enough for Steve to escape the sound of Billy's voice.

It's not like he's eavesdropping on purpose. He's very definitely trying not to creep on Billy, but it doesn't seem to matter how hard he tries. After Dustin left him to fend for himself it's not like he had anything else to do.

And it's a bit of a novelty to hear Billy Hargrove make small talk for some reason. Regular, non-aggressive, boring conversation. He talks about working part-time as a bouncer. His day job at the local library, of all places. How much of a pain it was when his car broke down last month and he had to get Eddie to chauffeur him around in his shitty van.

It's all so stupidly normal. Billy's just. Living a normal little life here. It shouldn't make Steve's insides squirm when he thinks about it for too long.

Fleeing to the kitchen seems like a good idea. He offers to help Claudia and Susan with dinner, and they put him to work chopping vegetables. He half-listens to them chat about Dustin's latest project exploding in the garage, and how Max is doing in school, and…things. Stuff. Billy's in the other room, talking to Max, the tenor of his voice just barely audible over the clattering dishes and soft, staticky piano from the radio on the table. The cutout in the wall makes it too easy for Steve's eyes to stray, to search.

He gets two potatoes diced before the knife slips and he nearly loses a toe.

He is promptly shooed out of the kitchen.

So, fine, not a great idea.

He'll just have to find someone to talk to. Really engage with someone, and maybe he'll forget to be distracted. Sure, the whole first floor is basically one big room sectioned off with pillars and shit, which means everyone can see everyone all the goddamn time, but if he starts a really interesting conversation it'll be okay.

Except Dustin and Eddie are deep into their DnD talk that Steve only understands every other word of, El and Max have disappeared upstairs, Joyce seems to be going for round three of talk-to-Jon-about-his-life-choices, which Steve absolutely refuses to get in the middle of, and Will is…

Talking to Billy.

They're sitting on the far side of the room, separate from everyone else. Billy is sitting in a cushy looking chair, drink in hand, elbow propped on the arm rest he's leaning over to speak quietly to Will, who's curled up in the seat next to him, hugging his knees.

The kid looks like he's blinking back tears, and the first uncharitable thought Steve has is that Billy is the reason why.

But that doesn't make sense. He knows it doesn't. If the pinched look of concern on Billy's face wasn't proof enough, Will's watery smile a second later would be.

Steve's intruding. He's dying to know what they're talking about, what Billy said, when he and Will got so close, and when Billy got so…caring and stuff. Maybe he always was, just never in ways Steve was allowed to see.

Hell, he shouldn't even be seeing this .

He tears his eyes away.

Maybe he'll just go out for a smoke. He was always a social smoker anyways, parties set off his nicotine cravings.

He'll have to ask someone for one though. Right now Eddie is the best bet, probably. He doesn't really know the guy that well, but still, it's just a cigarette.

Turns out it's very difficult to get Eddie's attention when he's immersed in…elf politics? Steve has less than no idea what he and Dustin are arguing about, but they're very heated about it. Eddie has spilled his drink twice because he wouldn't stop gesturing with it in his hand, and Dustin looks like he's about to pop a blood vessel.

After a couple false starts, "Hey—" and "Jesus you two are loud," and "Who does a guy have to yell at to get a smoke around here." Steve stands awkwardly behind the couch they're sharing, staring at the ceiling and weighing his options. He really doesn't have many. Joyce probably has packs laying around but he doesn't feel right about rifling through her stuff.

Unfortunately the craving is really starting to hit him now that he's thinking about it. He's getting antsy.

Which is still only half the reason he nearly jumps out of his skin when someone touches his elbow.

"Yo, Eddie, are you and the dweeb gonna be at it all night?" Billy says from somewhere in the vicinity of Steve's shoulder. He hasn't moved his hand, and his presence feels…heavy, despite the tiny point of contact. Steve wills himself not to look. He's already zoned out a like a weirdo just staring from across a room, and Billy's cologne is making him lightheaded. He'd really, really like to make it through the night without completely embarrassing himself.

God, it should be illegal to smell that good around innocent bystanders.

Eddie stops mid-rant, his arm outstretched, drink aloft, face visibly brighter now that Billy's here, despite the interruption. Dustin, on the other hand, looks outraged, but Eddie doesn't seem to notice. "Could be." He grins, and leans back in his seat, lounging like he wasn't worked up and high-strung three seconds ago. "Doubt Henderson's gonna change his mind any time soon, he's stubborn like that."

"Yeah, I'm sure it's all Curly's fault," Billy laughs, low and warm and undeniably fond. And still right in Steve's goddamn ear, Jesus Christ. "Gimme your smokes."

"What? Why?" Eddie blinks at him, and Steve—forgetting all his resolve from thirty seconds ago—turns to do the same. Is…Billy helping him out? Why? And holy fuck he's even prettier up close. There's a cluster of freckles on the side of his nose that Steve can't stop staring at. It's a cute nose, and the tiny speckles along the bridge are somehow just unbearably fucking adorable.

"Because, you'll smoke the whole damn pack without even noticing, and then I have to deal with your nic fit tomorrow when you wake up without cigarettes."

Eddie chews the inside of his cheek, then tilts his head, conceding with a snort. "Yeah, fair enough." He pulls a half-squashed pack of Camels from his vest and holds it up pinched between two fingers, wiggling it in Billy's general direction.

Because the universe is conspiring to drive Steve insane, Billy's chest brushes his arm when he leans over the back of the couch to grab Eddie's smokes.

He's really, uh…recovered well from what happened at Starcourt. Steve remembers him complaining frequently and loudly about not being able to work out while he was healing, growling at nurses and generally bitching at anyone who would listen. Steve suspected at the time that the anger was mostly bluster to cover for the fact that he could barely move and had lost a good chunk of muscle mass while wasting away in the hospital.

Muscle mass he has most definitely gotten back.

Where he was skin and bone and stitches two years ago, he's now sculpted and firm, relaxed enough that when he presses close there's some give, and Steve is gripped with the incredibly stupid thought that he wants to be buried face-first in Billy Hargrove's tits when he dies.

He might actually have to go to therapy after this party, what the fuck.

Billy turns to him, making eye-contact for the first time in a year and a half.

Steve might as well have been smashed over the head again, for how poorly his brain is working right now. He seems to have stalled, stuck somewhere between hello, gorgeous and what the fuck does he want from me .

Somewhere deep down there's a bitter voice that can't help reminding him that Billy probably doesn't want anything from him. Whatever half-assed rapport they built wasn't enough to warrant a goodbye, why would time apart with zero contact make Steve suddenly worth talking to.

Still, when Billy jerks his chin and mutters, "Walk with me?" Steve nods without a second thought.

"Have fun you two," Eddie drawls, with a shit-eating grin that Steve does not trust. He squints at Eddie suspiciously, but all he gets is a sarcastic little finger waggle of a wave in response.

He half expects Dustin to be on his side here, but Dustin—the goddamn traitor—is giving him a weird look.

Whatever. Chances are it's nothing. Probably.

His shreds of hope that this is just going to be a quick formality catch-up start to fray away into nothing when Billy leads him around the cluttered coffee table, further away from the group, and out the back door.

Billy shakes a cigarette out of Eddie's pack and stick it between his painted lips. A little bit of red rubs off on the white paper.

"Y'know, Joyce doesn't mind if we smoke inside," Steve says weakly, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder, towards the chattering voices filtering through the sliding glass door.

"I know." He flicks the plastic Bic lighter Eddie keeps tucked in his pack. Flicks it again. Three times. "Piece of shit," he mutters around his unlit cigarette. Fourth time's the charm, apparently. It springs to life with a metallic snick, and Billy greedily inhales the second he can, cheeks hollowing. He makes a face before letting the smoke pour from his nose. "Fuckin' miss Marlboros, man."

Steve hums, unsure what to say. Distracted by Billy's mouth. Confused as hell about what they're doing out here. He blinks dumbly when Billy extends a hand, offering up the cigarette pinched between two fingers. Ash flutters to the ground while Steve stares at it. At the pink smear on the filter.

"Uh, thanks." He reaches for it gingerly, afraid of looking too…anything, about something so normal. Their fingers brush, and he tries to act like that's normal too. "How, um. How've you been."

Billy gives him a wryly amused look, pulling out a second cigarette as he visibly contemplates his answer. Like it isn't obvious that he's been doing well. Leagues better than when he was in Indiana. Seems like an easy answer from where Steve's standing. But he still pauses, taking his time lighting up, then tucking the pack into his pocket. He's taken another drag before he finally says, "Good. Not a lot of things to miss about Hawkins."

"Right." Steve's not bitter. He doesn't sound bitter. Billy's right and he's doing good. And that's…good. He breathes in a lungful of smoke, lets it sit and burn before releasing it. It's been a while since his last cigarette—Robin doesn't like the smell, and he was never a big smoker anyways—but he manages not to cough.

"Said there wasn't much , pretty boy, didn't say nothing."

He chokes on his next pull.

He never thought he'd be grateful for a coughing fit, but it does give him an excuse not to say anything for several minutes while he recovers.

That can't mean what he thinks it means, but his big dumb heart leaps right to dangerous conclusions anyways.

"Oh," he manages between coughs. Nothing more helpful comes to mind.

Great. Spectacular. This is going so well.

"Oh," Billy echoes with the tiniest bit of a mocking lilt, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

It's such a Robin response that it's strangely comforting. He knows how to talk to Robin. Even when he kind of wanted to kiss her, it was easy to talk to her. Sure, his feelings for Billy have always been more complicated, but it's a start.

"Yeah, yeah," he sighs with an exhale that's almost a laugh. "Y'know, Hawkins is weirdly quiet without you and your obnoxious car. No one doing the Indy 500 up Main Street anymore. It's boring."

Billy smiles at that, something soft and private that he hides behind his cigarette. "What's stopping you from stepping up to the plate, Harrington."

"Demerit points?"

"Pff, lame."

Steve snorts. "Powell is so much more of a hardass than Hop was, I swear. Can't get away with shit anymore." He pauses, mesmerized by the smoke drifting out between Billy's lips. "You look nice tonight," he blurts, suddenly, and gestures up and down Billy's outfit. "All the—that. Suits you."

It's getting dark out, the horizon painted a dusky orange and the Byers' overgrown backyard half hidden in lengthening shadow, so it's hard to tell, but Steve could swear the tips of Billy's ears go pink. He shifts slightly, one heel scraping the wooden patio, and flicks ash over the railing. "Lost a bet," he mumbles, gaze dropping as he absently rubs at the lipstick stain on his cigarette with his thumb.

"Lotta effort for a dumb bet."

Billy shrugs. "Go big or go home, right."

"Hm." Steve's eyes trace the lines of Billy's face. The way the corner of his mouth pinches. The little furrow between his eyebrows. "Well, you should lose bets more often then."

The tension in his expression slips away, and he meets Steve's gaze with a lopsided grin. "I dunno, losing doesn't come as naturally to me as it does to you."

Steve sputters out an indignant, "Hey!" and smacks Billy's shoulder with the back of his hand. "Here I was being nice…"

"Oh, and what were you hoping my reaction would be, hm?" Billy's smile goes sly as he looks Steve up and down.

Steve pulse jumps up a notch or two. Just enough that he can feel it pounding against his sternum.

He could lie. He could brush it off. Make a joke. He could drop some obvious pick-up line, if he's right about what's happening right now.

He doesn't do any of that.

"Wanted you to smile. Which you did." He pauses, taking a drag off his cigarette to calm his nerves while Billy's gobsmacked stare bores a hole in the side of his head. "So I think that makes me a winner, actually."

"You… " As much as Billy tries to affect indifference, he sounds strained and breathless. "Anyone ever tell you you're cheesy as hell, Bambi?" Steve grins down at his hands, his ribcage full of warm fizzy feelings.

"Mostly girls who still put out later."

Billy's laugh is loud and bright. "Yeah, that tracks."

Hoo boy.

Steve is in so much trouble.

He's kissed a handful of people since Nancy, but for the life of him he can't recall what any of it was like.

Nancy he remembers. Her bubblegum lip gloss, and the bony curve of her shoulder digging into his chest, and the shy sort of mischief in her pretty blue eyes, the way she'd blink up at him when she wanted him to kiss her. The way she always waited, face turned towards him, a tiny crease dimpling the corner of her mouth.

Billy doesn't wait. The second the lock clicks into place he's in Steve's space, warm and heavy, a taut wall of muscle slamming into him, unexpectedly gentle hands sliding under the hem of his shirt. He kisses like he's drowning. Like he has minutes to live and this is all he wants to do with the time he has left. Like this is all he can do.

It's a raw, tender thing, red and bruising, a challenge and a surrender all at once. It makes Steve's head spin.

It's not like anything he and Nancy shared and yet he feels the same life-changing, heart-stopping, earth-shattering clarity that he felt the first time he kissed her. The same bliss washes over him. The same swooping sensation in his stomach as his whole world tips on its axis.

This is what he's been looking for. He didn't know until he felt it again, but he's spent the past three years desperately trying to capture even half the feeling he had with Nancy, flirting with every girl who will put up with him, chatting up guys in bars, and only succeeding in convincing himself he'll never love again, that he blew his one and only shot.

The upstairs bathroom at his ex-girlfriend's boyfriend's mom's house is kind of the last place he'd have expected to find that spark again, but he's not complaining now that he's here.

His hands tremble, clumsy as he threads his fingers into Billy's curls, coaxing him closer. He's not worried about finesse or coming off as cool and collected, he's too wound up for that, too busy grasping for more, more of whatever this is, as much as he can hold onto. Billy makes a quiet, startled sound as Steve, all at once, tightens his grip, tilting Billy's head back, slips his tongue into Billy's mouth, and presses a thigh between his legs.

Billy groans, low and catching in his throat, but Steve feels it rumble in his chest and it's some kind of fucking magic to behold. He knows they have to be quiet. The rational part of him knows that. But it almost seems worth getting caught just to know what Billy would sound like when he's not holding back. Is he dirty, or sweet, or just incoherent, gasping and only half-aware of the noises he's making? Some combination, maybe.

God, the things Steve would do to find out.

They're stumbling, making their way aimlessly away from the door, attached at the mouth. Steve knocks into the towel rack, with a twinge at the small of his back, but he doesn't let it distract him.

He fumbles with buttons near Billy's collar before his hazy brain recalls flashes of tanned skin, knotted scars, defined muscle pulling tight under dark material. His hands migrate down a little, halfway down Billy's chest before he finds buttons that are actually done up.

For the first time since the door shut behind them, Billy breaks away. Steve falls forward for half a second, chasing the lost contact—and for a moment, panics, wondering if he's done something wrong, before he realizes Billy's laughing at him.

His eyes are bright with it, mirth, mischief, a deep glittering blue like sunlight piercing through tropical waves. Steve's not exactly a connoisseur when it comes to make-up—in fact, according to Nancy, after he bought the wrong eyeliner for her birthday, he knows less than nothing about it—but he's gaining a new appreciation for the art. The warm bronze and gold tones of his eyeshadow, his impossibly dark eyelashes.

The red lipstick smeared around his kiss-bitten mouth.

It's all doing things to Steve.

Giddiness bubbles up in his chest, warm and floaty and buzzing, he can't help but join in Billy's laughter, a breathless exhale of a sound as he taps their foreheads together, irresistibly drawn into Billy's space. He smells like rosemary and smoke, like the spiced rum lingering on his breath, like all the sunlight he's soaked up, warm and bright and miraculously tangible under worshipful hands.

Steve parts the unbuttoned material hanging loose around Billy's torso, his palms gently press to scarred skin. His gaze lingers, not on the purple edges of healed flesh, pink and puckered valleys crisscrossing over Billy's sternum, but the subtle thudding of his heartbeat beneath, just visible if you know where to look. Billy's pulse is racing, and it's inexplicably satisfying to know he's the reason why.

"We don't exactly have time to enjoy the scenery, Harrington." He keeps his voice low. It sounds nice like that. Quiet and intimate.

"Mm…"

"Steve."

"Hm?"

Billy huffs a soft laugh, and, apparently having decided to take matters into his own hands—literally—goes for Steve's belt buckle.

It's obvious what he's about to do, but in all Steve's lust-filled fogginess, he doesn't put it together until Billy's fingers plunge beneath the waistband of his briefs the second his jeans are unzipped. He gasps when warm fingers wrap around his cock, strong and sure, caressing its length in firm strokes.

He's done this before, that much is obvious. There's no hesitance, no insecurity, every flick of his wrist is steady and practiced, just the right amount of pressure to make Steve squirm and bite his lip to keep from making too much noise. Billy's thumb drags across the tip of his dick every so often, circling his leaking slit, teasing his fingernail over sensitive skin. He grins, sharp and self-satisfied, when Steve shudders.

Cheeky. It is so on.

Steve dips his head, leaning into Billy's space and nuzzling the crook of his neck, inhaling deep and greedy. Golden curls tickle his forehead, and Billy's pulse jumps under the press of his lips, his tongue, his teeth. It's too easy to get drunk on the way his name is a low oath and a broken moan whispered hot in his ear, the way Billy arches against him when he starts to suck a spot at the base of his throat, the way his pace doesn't falter even as his free hand comes up to grip Steve's shoulder and his breathing grows shallower.

Heat pools in Steve's gut, egged on by every tiny sound Billy chokes on, every touch of his scarred hands, rough against the soft skin of his cock, the friction burns but Steve thrusts into his grip anyways, too lightheaded with pleasure to care.

He palms Billy's chest, tracing along the ridged edges of scar tissue, sliding blind until he reaches his nipple, circling the hard little nub with his fingertips.

Billy trembles at the touch, his grip on Steve's cock tightens, and for a moment they're both holding on for dear life, Steve burying a moan in the collar of Billy's shirt, and Billy swallowing a ragged, desperate noise that Steve can feel vibrate in his ribcage.

They're both still for a moment, chests heaving, leaning into each other.

There's faint chatter from downstairs, the hum of a radio turned down low. The ceiling vent rattles.

Steve pinches Billy's nipple.

"Hh— ah , fuck, Harrington you little shit," he hisses, too breathy to sound reprimanding. Besides, Steve can feel the hardness rubbing his thigh, felt his hips jerk and his dick twitch. He grins, pressing a smiling kiss to the side of Billy's neck.

"Sorry."

"Liar."

He wonders how reactive Billy would be if he was using his mouth instead. If he'd like Steve's lips on him like that. If Steve could make him cum just by sucking on his tits.

He traces another idle circle, relishing the goosebumps prickling across Billy's chest.

"Stop being a fucking tease," Billy groans, squeezing Steve's cock.

Steve exhales slowly, purposefully, the coiled heat in his gut tightening. He lifts his head to look Billy in the eye, and he's struck all over again by how fucking beautiful he is.

"God, you're gorgeous," he breathes, one hand coming up to absently fix a stray curl stuck to Billy's forehead. There's a flush on his cheeks, so dark it nearly hides the freckles that have bloomed there over the year and a half he's spent in the California sun. His opens his mouth, briefly, wordlessly. His tongue darts across his bottom lip, further ruining his lipstick.

"Yeah, I know," Billy says eventually. He rubs his thumb through a red smear on his chin.

Steve captures his hand before he can wipe off any more. "What do you want me to do?" He blindly traces the grooves in Billy's ring with his fingernail.

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna make you cum, tell me how you want me to do it."

Billy's gaze shifts, darkens, there's weight to it, the way it bores into Steve. He pulls his hand out of Steve's pants and instead starts undoing the rest of his pearly buttons. "I want you to fuck me."

Steve's pretty sure his vision whites out for a second. He blinks. "Uhh…"

"C'mon, Mr Big Talk, let's fuckin' go." He makes short work of his belt, tossing it onto the nearby bathmat. It lands with a muffled thump.

"Billy—" Steve has to bite down on his tongue to stop an actual moan from escaping him when Billy undoes his last button to reveal the hard line of his cock straining against powder blue lace and silk. Billy smirks, teasing his thumbnail along the waistline of his panties just to watch Steve's gaze follow. "Jesus fucking—Billy, what happened to we don't have time?"

Billy grins. "Aw that's cute, you think you'll last?"

"No—I mean, maybe—I mean, that's not what I mean, you asshole—" Steve cuts himself off, laughing at his own fumbling, rubbing his eyes to try and clear his head. "I don't want to hurt you," he tacks on helplessly.

Billy smile softens at that, just for a moment there's something bright and vulnerable shining through, but it's buried just as fast as it sprung up. "You won't." He grabs Steve's hand, guiding it around and pushing under his waistband. Silk brushes Steve's knuckles, and Billy—

"Oh."

Steve's finger slips inside him easily. He teases a second, just as a test, and watches Billy's face for any discomfort. His eyes flutter closed, and his lips part, and it's not pain , it's…

The thought of Billy fingering himself while he was getting ready for the party is overwhelmingly fucking hot. But it's also incredibly confusing. Did he plan on seducing Steve this whole time? How could he have been so sure it would work? Or maybe it wasn't about Steve at all, maybe that's just his standard pre-party ritual. Lacy underwear and lube. Jesus Christ.

"You prepped yourself?" He sounds a little hoarse. Man, he really isn't gonna last long, is he.

Billy's eyes open, and he gives Steve an unreadable look. "Not exactly."

"I mean it didn't get like that on its own."

"Obviously."

Steve is used to feeling like he's missing something, and he tries not to let it bother him, but in this case he really can't help it. There's a creeping sense of dread curdling in his gut, and he has a sneaking suspicion he's about to have his heart broken in a goddamn bathroom for the second time, but he's not sure why.

And then it clicks.

He withdraws all at once, putting space between him and Billy and holding his hands up, palms out, hovering in the air like he can't trust them if he can't see them. "Wait, wait, wait, you had sex right before—was it—are you and Eddie dating?"

Billy scratches his forehead, face scrunched like this is just mildly annoying. "Yes."

"Oh."

"Before you get all fucking sanctimonious, he knows about this," he gestures between the two of them, "and it's fine. So…"

"What do you mean it's fine?" Steve's voice cracks a little, embarrassingly.

Billy looks at him then, really looks at him. And his expression changes to something a little gentler. "I mean he's not exactly the jealous type, and we've talked about this. Really, it's okay."

"He's just…cool with you screwing around with other guys."

"I swear to god, Steve—do you want me to go get him, he'll tell you—"

"No, no. No. Um. No."

He has no doubt Billy would actually go get Eddie, just to prove a point, and this… situation— whatever's going on here—is messy enough already. If Billy was going to lie he would have just said he wasn't seeing anyone, but how does he know Eddie wasn't lying and just humoring Billy or something.

But that's not even what's bothering Steve, not really. He knows it should. He feels like it should. Even when he was sleeping around with whoever struck his fancy he tended to stay away from anyone taken, it's just not worth the hassle when there's plenty of other people who are willing and single. And it's wrong , right? Sleeping with someone who has a boyfriend already?

He should be disgusted with himself for considering it, but he isn't, and he doesn't like that he isn't.

Billy isn't just some random lay though. It might be worth the complications.

And…the thing is. The thing is. That's not even the biggest problem. That part is mostly buried under the avalanche of other feelings that he didn't expect and doesn't know how to handle.

The thought of Billy fingering himself before the party got him going, but this is something else entirely. Knowing that a few hours ago Billy was opened up and fucked, and this whole time he's been walking around like that, loose and wet and…and now he's asking for Steve to fuck him, while he's still carrying the touch of another man on him, in him. Billy can probably still feel Eddie's cock inside him and now he wants Steve's too, and that's just…

Steve can barely breathe at the thought of it. He's beyond flushed, he's burning up, he can feel it behind his eyes, under his jaw, aching and molten, he wants, he wants so badly it fucking scares him.

And he doesn't know why it's gripped him like this, or why he's so paralyzed over it. He doesn't have time to be conflicted, but he is. Frozen in place despite the heat bubbling in his veins.

"Look, if you're gonna call me a whore, can you just do it now and have your fucking freak-out on your own time?" Billy says sullenly, reaching for his buttons, his expression shuttered.

Panic smashes thought Steve's indecision, shattering whatever hold fear had on him, and he springs into action, darting forward to take Billy's hands. "No!" He says it a little too loud, a little too sudden, and they both flinch, glancing towards the door.

"What, do I get a lecture first?" Despite his carefully neutral expression and defensive posture he lets Steve hold him in place. Steve gentles his grip, and hesitantly shuffles closer. "Harrington?"

Steve kisses him. Just once. It's chaste, and brief. Reassurance more than anything else. "Promised I'd make you cum, didn't I?" he murmurs, trying to project more confidence than he feels. "So unless you want me to call you that…"

"I—" Billy blinks at him. "Don't remember you saying anything about a promise, actually."

"Billy, are we gonna do this or— mmh."

What he does to Steve is less of a kiss and more of an attack with his mouth, but Steve recovers quickly, steadying himself with a hand on the nearest shelf. Something clatters to the tiled floor, but he ignores it, thoroughly distracted by the truly fucking sinful way Billy licks into his mouth, and his desperate pawing at the front of Steve's jeans.

He utterly fails to pull them down enough for Steve to comfortably pull his cock out, too preoccupied with kissing Steve stupid, apparently.

"Here, let me," Steve laughs quietly, batting Billy's hands away. He glances around. It's not like there's enough space to fuck on the floor, and nothing really to sit on. The vanity is cluttered, and a bad height, so not useful either. There's a patch of bare wall next to the door, though. Might work. He jerks his chin at it. "Over there?"

Billy's gaze flicks towards it for half a second before returning to Steve. Very deliberately, without breaking eye-contact, he bares his shoulders, his arms, lets his clothes slip away and fall in a pile on the floor.

He only lingers for a second before he flashes a grin and moves to the wall, but the image of Billy in nothing but his blue panties and fishnets is going to be burned into Steve's brain until the day he dies. He's going to remember the way he stood loose and confident, despite the scars he swore he'd always hide being on display. The way a few stray curls had caught in his earring. The red mark starting to bloom at the base of his throat. The light blond hairs beneath his belly button. The tiny wet spot spreading out from where the tip of his cock is pressed to his underwear.

Steve stares blankly at the dark green fabric Billy left behind. His pulse roars in his ears.

"You coming or what."

"Jesus," Steve mutters, subtly shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. He runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah."

It's a bit of an awkward shuffle getting into position, stepping up behind Billy, making sure he's a comfortable distance from the wall—not so far that he'll overbalance if he needs to brace himself, but not too close either—fussing over where exactly to stand. He's stalling. He hates that he's stalling. There's a not insignificant part of him that's screaming at him to get on with it, that's burning with need. But he can't help the anxious grip twisting his guts. Now that he's actually here, about to do this, it's not just talk or flirting or making out, they're doing this.

He just…wants it to be good. He wants it to be perfect. Despite the fact that they'll have to keep quiet, and they can't take their time, and Billy will be staring at a wrinkle in the floral patterns pasted to the wall the whole time. He wants those things to be inconsequential compared to the rest of it.

But that's a lot to ask of someone with sweaty palms and a sneaking suspicion that he'll blow his load three pumps in.

He wriggles his jeans down a bit, taking his briefs with them, just far enough that they'll be out of the way. The air feels cold against his flushed skin. He's so hard it fucking hurts.

Billy cranes his neck to lock eyes with Steve over his shoulder, impatience clear in the way he arches his eyebrow, lips pursed like he's holding words back.

Steve takes his hands, and guides them so his palms are pressed to the wall. For a moment he's just holding Billy, arms caged around him, chest touching his back, curls tickling his nose. The tip of his cock brushes Billy's ass, the material stretched across it tantalizingly soft and frictionless. He drops a kiss to Billy's shoulder. "Keep 'em there, okay?"

Billy lets out a quiet breath that sounds as unsteady as Steve feels. It's oddly reassuring.

Back in high school Steve thought about Billy Hargrove's ass more often than he was ready to admit. Mostly along the lines of who needs to wear jeans that tight and stop staring, just wash your hair and leave. He'd never considered anything like this. The way it would look wrapped in blue silk and trimmed with lace. Getting to hook his fingers into the elastic waistband and slide it down, like he was unwrapping the worlds most pornographic Christmas present.

Teenaged Steve was missing out, truly.

"C'mon, c'mon," Billy urges him, arching his back just for the barest hint of contact, curling his fingers into fists against the wall.

Steve takes his cock in hand, and grips Billy's hip with the other. Lines himself up, and slowly pushes inside.

Agonizingly slow. Inch by inch. He squeezes his eyes shut and buries a groan in smoke-and-spice-scented curls, looping his arm around Billy's waist to pull him closer. Billy's abs twitch, tensing, firm under his palm, and almost absentmindedly Steve rubs his thumb in comforting circles in response.

He bottoms out with a stuttering exhale, and waits, listening to Billy breathe shallowly.

"You good?" he murmurs, slipping his other arm around Billy as well, and pressing another kiss to his shoulder. He doesn't pull back after, just rests there, lips brushing warm skin, enjoying the prolonged contact. The tight heat around his dick is making his head swim and his back sweat, but he'd almost be happy to just stay like this, holding Billy, sheathed inside him. Touching him everywhere he can.

Billy shifts his hips, like he's trying to take more, grinding back against Steve with a contented little hum.

It's not quite an answer. At least, it's not the answer Steve was looking for. He slides his hands up, cupping Billy's chest and thumbing the hard nubs of his nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

The punched out whine that Billy lets out makes Steve's whole body light up, and he just barely restrains the reflexive twitch of his hips.

"Need to hear you say it."

"Christ, Harrington, just fucking fuck me," he hisses. There's a slight wobble in his voice, a break towards the end, but mostly he sounds desperate, and goddamn if that isn't something Steve wouldn't mind hearing more of.

So. Good enough.

He gives Billy what he wants.

And thankfully he lasts longer than three pumps. But he's hanging on by a thread, overwhelmed in the best way. Billy is heavy and pliant in his arms, trembling and swallowing sweet little noises every time Steve nudges his prostate.

The slick glide of hours-old lube dripping from his hole is a constant reminder that Steve is the second person to fuck Billy today. That Eddie goddamn Munson had his fingers here, his cock. Steve wonders if Billy likes that Eddie's hands are guitar-calloused. Wonders what that feels like.

Lingers on the fact that Billy fucked his boyfriend this very afternoon, and still wanted Steve.

Fantasizes about fucking Billy while he's dripping with more than just lube. While he's still sensitive and overstimulated, wet and used and so, so good for Steve. So willing and ready for him.

His knees just about give out when Billy lets slip a thready moan, all hitched breath and something that could've been Steve's name. One of his hands slips from the wall with clear intent, but Steve reflexively grabs his wrist before he can touch himself. The sound Billy makes his half outrage, half sob, and Steve still doesn't let him go. Still thrusts into him, playing with his pink and swollen nipple, lips grazing the back of his neck.

"Steve."

"Not yet. Not yet, baby. You're doing so good," Steve murmurs between shallow breaths. "So good."

He guides Billy's hand back to the wall, stroking scarred knuckles with his thumb, holding him in place with a gentle touch.

"I can't—I need—" Billy pants, curling in on himself 'til his forehead is pressed to the wall between his hands, he's shuddering, knuckles white, his chest heaving. "Fuck , Steve, I—I'm…"

He could break out of Steve's grip easily, and they both know it. He could have a hand on his cock in seconds if he really wanted to, but he doesn't. Something about that makes Steve's heart skip, sing, float out of his mouth, light and giddy.

Steve lets go of his hand, skimming his fingers up Billy's arm, his neck, to cup his chin and turn his face. It's an awkward angle, but Billy sighs against his mouth, leaning back against Steve's shoulder, greedily sucking on his bottom lip. Steve can feel the tiny puffs of breath punch out of Billy every time he languidly rolls his hips, revels in the way his kissing is so much sloppier, wild and hungry.

While he's distracted Steve reaches down and takes ahold of his dick.

He jolts, surprised, his breathless cry muffled by Steve's lips.

It's that sound that pushes Steve right to the edge. He can feel all the heat in his veins flare, the pressure in his gut tighten.

"Billy," he gasps, kisses him again, fervently, "Billy I'm—I'm gonna—" He tries to pull back, pull out, he's halfway there when Billy falls back, plastering himself to Steve's front, from collarbone to thigh.

"Stay." Too soft to be a demand, quiet and pleading, Steve's heart somersaults in his chest.

Billy grinds down on him, clenching around him, bucking into his grip, and just like that, Steve cums so hard his vision goes spotty. He bites his lip so hard he tastes blood, holding Billy around the waist so tightly he's afraid he'll leave marks.

It takes him a second to relax, let out a breath and get his bearings.

His hand is sticky. That's the first thing he notices. Then, Billy bonelessly flopped against his chest, taking deep, quiet breaths, twitching when Steve's grip shifts on his softening cock. He makes a tiny irritated noise when Steve pulls out of him, and Steve tries—fails, but tries—not to find it hopelessly endearing.

What he wouldn't give to be laying down right now. To be able to roll over and press Billy into his mattress, curl into the crook of his neck and listen to his heartbeat as they fall asleep.

The sweat on his back is cooling, leaving his shirt uncomfortably damp in places. The noises from downstairs continue like nothing happened. Casual chatter. The ringing of bells from some Christmas song on the radio. His feels wrung out, exhausted at the thought of having to dodge questions about why he was gone so long.

Christ, they're gonna have to go back downstairs. Rejoin the rest of the world. Go back to…life. A life where Billy has a boyfriend, and Steve…

He gently pushes Billy upright. "We should get cleaned up."

Billy needs it more than he does, he notes guiltily. Steve might have cum drying on his fingers but Billy's makeup is wrecked, lipstick reduced to a pink stain smeared around his mouth, eyeshadow blurred with sweat. Upon closer inspection, there are tracks running down his cheek, black bits of makeup washed down his face by, presumably, tears, which, holy shit. When did that happen?

Steve rubs at the wetness with his thumb, like he's trying to prove to himself it's not what he thinks it is. All he succeeds in doing is getting his heart tugged on when Billy leans into the touch.

"Uh, sorry," Steve blurts out, because that's what comes out of his face when he has no idea what's happening apparently. Default to apologizing, because there's probably something he needs to be sorry for. Jesus Christ.

"What for."

"...Dunno." He pauses. Swipes his thumb across Billy's cheekbone again. "You cried."

Billy's back stiffens. "Don't worry 'bout it," he mutters, scrubbing at his face with the heel of his hand. He's gone suddenly, all at once, pulling out of Steve's loose embrace and brushing past him. Steve stares at the wrinkled wallpaper.

There's rustling behind him. And the sound of a tap running.

Guess that's that then. Billy seems to be getting on with it. Erasing all evidence that this happened, and moving on with his life. He seems to have a good life here, to be fair, him and Max are getting along better, he's got friends, a boyfriend, he's happy . Steve tries desperately to feel good about that, and not horribly, selfishly jealous that he isn't a part of any of it.

They had a nice time, because Billy and Eddie have an understanding, apparently, and that's all he's gonna get. And that's fine. It has to be fine, demanding more just…wouldn't be fair to anyone. Just thinking about being the guy who can't tell when he's not wanted makes him feel ill. He's had enough of that, thanks. All he can hope is that he was good enough to be memorable.

It's fine.

Steve lets out a breath. Tucks himself back into his pants and zips them up. He can wash up later, the bathroom is starting to feel claustrophobic and he needs to be…anywhere else.

"I, uh…This was. Fun. Thanks." He hides a wince, bowing his head and running a hand through his hair. He doesn't even know if Billy is looking at him right now, but it's the principle of the thing. "See ya, 'round, I guess."

He doesn't wait for an answer. It's rude, and selfish, but he knows Billy's not gonna say what he wants to hear, and he doesn't want to wait around hoping.

Walking into the hall feels like stepping into another dimension. He takes in a shuddering lungful of sweet-scented air, and pastes on what he hopes is a normal expression.

He doesn't look back.

He does, however, look down at his hand.

"Ah, fuck."

Billy stares, unseeing at the bathroom door.

Should've expected that, really. Things were going too well.

Things have been going suspiciously well for months, actually. Max has stopped jumping down his throat when she catches him smoking (the doc said he didn't recommend it, not that he couldn't do it). He likes his quiet, boring job. His scars still hurt, but it's more manageable now. And there's Eddie.

Eddie was just fun at first, and then he somehow ended up being someone Billy could count on. Or at least someone who makes him forget to watch out for the other shoe. Which is all he can ask for, really. It's a feeling he's not entirely familiar with, to be honest.

But apparently that's made him complacent. Now he's the kind of person who gets blindsided by people walking out on him.

This was fun. Jesus Christ.

This was everything he's been too scared to want, everything he's hated himself for dreaming of, everything he's guiltily fantasized about since that stupid fucking Halloween party back in '84. But sure. Fun. That too.

He wants to think it's a relief to be proved right. He wants to be grimly, stoically smug that he was correct in thinking he's always going to end up alone and miserable somehow.

But he can't. He's not. It just hurts.

He lets himself cry, silently, holding his breath while tears slip down his cheeks, counting down from sixty.

Fifty-nine…

Fifty-eight…

When his minute is up he finishes getting dressed. Washes his face. Methodically puts himself back together.

Lingers, staring in the mirror, his fingertips brushing the bruise just under his collar, pressing ever-so-slightly on it just to feel a twinge instead of soft lips and softer words whispered into his skin. Steve didn't fuck him like this was a one-and-done, just looking to get his rocks off with a warm body and perfunctory touches. He held Billy like he was something precious, fucked like he wanted to crawl inside and never leave, acted like he knew Billy would let him.

Maybe he did know. Maybe he was just trying to give Billy what he wanted. As much as he could stand to.

Everyone always said Steve Harrington's a fantastic lay, maybe that was the secret. Being a fucking people pleaser.

Billy turns away from his reflection.

He needs to talk to Eddie.

The thought makes him squirm. The instinct to confide in someone is still…new. Weird. Six months ago he would have rejected the idea and spiraled into self-loathing unchecked. He still kind of wants to. Spilling his guts about his stupid feelings is fucking humiliating.

But Eddie never makes him feel like shit about it.

He rubs his forehead. His eyes are dry, achy. It's making his head hurt.

He can't stay up here forever, no matter how much his stomach turns at the thought of being seen like this. Hiding away would be more of a giveaway than his red-rimmed eyes and barely salvaged makeup job.

Okay.

It'll be okay.

Just as he's finished psyching himself up for the trip downstairs, the door rattles. Quiet, insistent tapping from the other side. And, "Billy, you still in there?" Eddie whisper yelling through the door.

It's embarrassing how fast his knees turn to jelly, relief washing over him at the sound of his voice.

"Yeah."

"Oh thank god, that would've been so awkward if you weren't," Eddie mumbles half to himself as he nudges the door open, slipping into the room as soon as there's enough of a gap. His eyes are on Billy, wide and curious, lingering on the mark Steve left, and the pink blush where his lipstick rubbed off. "You okay? Harrington came downstairs looking like a spooked deer, which, uh. Didn't bode well. He didn't have a big straight boy meltdown did he? He kinda seems like the type."

…Did he?

That couldn't have been Steve's first time with a guy. He knew what he was doing. And he didn't seem shy about it either. Doesn't necessarily mean he wouldn't freak out after the fact, but…

Billy shakes his head. "Nah, it wasn't like that." He pauses, picking at a rough patch on his thumbnail. "He was probably just worried someone would ask him why he's been gone so long."

"Yeah, you two were up here a while," Eddie laughs, then schools his expression, scratching his cheek. "Seriously, what's the deal though, you all good, orr…?"

For all Billy's desire to talk to Eddie about what happened, he sure has no fucking clue how to start now that he's here. Suddenly he has no idea what did happen, if he ever knew. What's he even upset about? He had some truly mind-blowing sex and now he's all broken up about not being coddled afterwards? Did he have some ridiculous expectation that Steve would fall to his knees afterwards and declare that he's been secretly in love this whole time and he's going to move to California to be with Billy?

No, he tries to tell himself he didn't, that he's not that fucking stupid, but he's starting to have a sneaking suspicion that maybe he is. Maybe he really was that blind and dumb, and now reality is kicking him in the teeth and he has the audacity to be shocked by it.

He can't tell Eddie that.

His chest feels tight. Like when he forgets to put lotion on his scars and the slightest chill makes his skin feel thick and unwieldy, like his ribs have been shrinkwrapped, and every breath is a struggle to get air into burning lungs.

"Billy?" Concern bleeds into Eddie's soft tone. Concern he doesn't deserve, because he's just being an idiot, wanting things he can't have. Always watching empty doorways waiting for people who will never walk through them.

He should be grateful for what he has, but instead he's crying over not having more, it's fucking pathetic.

Billy shudders when Eddie carefully tucks loose curls behind his ears, guitar callouses catching on errant threads. It's a familiar motion, familiar touches, Eddie's perpetually cold hands, the rough patches on his fingertips, the way he always starts with the hesitance of a question with an uncertain answer. The familiarity is grounding, comforting, but Billy's still not sure what the answer is. He wants to lean into the touch, wants to be reminded that he's cared for, but a small angry part of him screams its throat raw and bloody telling him not to. Telling him to protect himself. He's gone soft , and it's Eddie's fault.

His eyes fall shut, and he shakes his head again, harder, trying to clear it. Eddie withdraws, taking that as an answer, but Billy panics at the sudden loss, heart leaping into his mouth, he grabs Eddie's hand.

"Shit, baby, what did he do to you?" Eddie murmurs, brows drawing together. He laces their fingers together, stepping into Billy's space to nudge Billy's cheek with his nose, like an affectionate cat. "Do I need to kick his ass?"

Billy snorts. "No."

"I could, you know. I could totally take him,"

"Pretty sure my little sister could take him, man. I'm not sure he's ever won a fight."

"Now there's an idea. Sic Max on him."

Billy's laugh is more genuine this time. He takes a breath. And another. The ring on his middle finger knocks against one of Eddie's, and he clicks them together again. He sighs. "He didn't do anything wrong." The words don't come easily, he has to drag them out, scraped raw and bruised, grimacing at the sour taste of them. "He fucked me and left, it wasn't…it was a perfectly normal hook up."

Eddie leans back enough to look him in the eye. If anything he looks more concerned by Billy's assurances. "That's it?"

It stings. Worse than a slap in the face. His posture goes rigid. "Yeah, I know, I'm all fucked up over nothing, thanks—"

"Nooo, no, no, no. No. Billy. Not what I meant." Eddie squeezes Billy's hand, clasping it between both of his like he's scared he'll pull away. "That's not what I meant," he adds, quieter, pleading. When Billy stays, suspicious but no longer tense and angry, he takes a breath. "I know you haven't just been pining after his dick for three years, when we talked about this it was pretty obvious you wanted to date him. That's kind of what we were making the exception for, no? So what's the deal here. Because seriously, I will kick his ass if he was just using you to get laid."

"I don't fucking know, okay. It just happened. We didn't exactly stop to negotiate terms beforehand."

"...He doesn't know you've been making giant cartoon heart-eyes at him since high school, does he."

Billy levels an unimpressed glare at him. "I burst into tears the second he put his dick in me, Eddie. I told him to cum in me. I think I made it pretty fucking obvious what this was."

"Okay, first of all, hot. And secondly. I love you, but do you have any idea how long it took me to figure you out? You're not as easy to read as you think you are." Eddie lets out an exasperated, half amused huff of a laugh. "And from what I hear Harrington is especially terrible at reading you. He actually believed you when you told him you lost a bet, didn't he."

"That's—"

"Billy."

"I—maybe, I dunno."

"That sounded a lot like, 'yes but I hate it when you're right.'"

"Fuck off."

"Mhm."

"Prick."

Eddie grins. "You love me."

"I hate you."

"Loooove."

Billy breaks, fond, begrudging, and smiles, a sigh rushing out of him. "Fine. Okay. Yeah."

"Ha. I win." He kisses Billy's nose. Then his cheek. His mouth. He rests their foreheads together, expression growing serious again. "You need to talk to him, y'know."

"Debatable."

"No, no it is not. You're going to be kicking yourself until the end of time if you don't work this out now."

He's right. Again. The bastard.

But it might be better to regret not clearing things up than to go for it and get explicitly shot down. He could barely handle implied rejection, what's going to happen if he bares his soul and Steve doesn't want it.

"Billy, I can see the evil little gears in your head spinning. Stop. Stop whatever it is that you're doing right now. It's gonna be okay."

"What if it isn't?" He doesn't mean to ask. His voice comes out small and wobbly, and all in a rush before he can catch it.

Eddie cards his fingers through Billy's hair. "Even if it doesn't go the way you hope it does, you're gonna be alright. You're strong like that. And you've got me still. And plenty of other people who care about you. I know you want him, and that…uh, it's hard when that kind of thing is taken away, but you don't need him. Not to live. Not to be happy. You'll be okay."

It's then that Billy is vividly reminded that Eddie watched a girl he cared about get brutally murdered, and it…puts things in perspective.

He lifts their joined hands and kisses Eddie's knuckles.

"Alright. But if this turns out to be a huge mistake I'm making you watch Dirty Dancing again."

"Oh, come on."

"Be there for me in my time of need, Eddie."

"Ugh."

He finds Steve sitting on the loveseat, blank, glassy eyes aimed at the muted weather report on TV. Henderson is perched beside him, nattering in his ear.

"It's weird , okay. You're being weird. And no one will admit that it's weird, which is weirder—"

"Hey, Nerd Jr. Scram."

Steve flails, freezing with his arms half raised, his eyes bugging out of their sockets, scrunched into the corner of the couch like he can disappear between the cushions if he throws himself at them hard enough. It would be fucking hilarious if Billy didn't feel a little like throwing up and a lot like running away. And if Steve's stare wasn't so intense it's making the back of his neck prickle.

"You can't just—"

"Dustin, it's okay." Steve manages to sound surprisingly level for a guy who jumped out of his skin two seconds ago.

Henderson throws his hands in the air. "I swear to god, Steve. If he, like, has something on you I can help with that. Never give in to blackmail."

"Unless what they have on you is, like, super embarrassing, then maybe consider it," Eddie says, appearing out of nowhere with a lilt in his voice, throwing an arm around Billy's shoulders and leaning towards Henderson with a conspiratorial smile. "Trust me, man. Better off staying outta this one."

"Wait is he actually—"

"No," Steve cuts in, a sudden odd edge to his voice.

Eddie glances between Steve and Billy, squinting in that way he does when he's got some idea percolating in his little gremlin brain. He's putting pieces together, and Billy has no fucking idea where he's getting them, it's not like he doesn't already know what's happening here.

With that same contemplative look on his face, he shifts closer to Billy, putting his arm more securely around him. And then kisses his cheek.

Billy stiffens, ever-so-slightly, trying his hardest to play it off while his pulse roars in his ears and his face flushes, because what the FUCK, Eddie.

He's desperately grasping for conversational straws that might distract everyone from what just happened, but he fumbles, drops the whole lot of them when Steve shifts in place, averting his eyes. Looking down at his hands, his mouth twisted into a tiny frown.

Huh.

Henderson's looking at them both like they've grown second heads, but Billy couldn't give less of a shit now.

"Y'know, I think you're gonna be more than okay, babe," Eddie whispers in his ear, chin propped on his shoulder. "Good luck." He pats Billy's side before withdrawing and turning to the dumbstruck little nerd on the couch. "Henderson. I do believe I was in the middle of completely destroying you in a debate."

Henderson narrows his eyes. "I know what you're doing, and I'm only letting it work because I've decided I don't actually want to know what's going on here."

"Good man."

And then they're alone.

As alone as they can be while he can still hear Jon patiently explaining why he's better off going to college in-state, and Susan's shy laughter as Mrs.Henderson tells her about a party she went to in the 60s. And he can feel Will looking at them. He's been looking since Eddie slung a casual arm over Billy's shoulders.

The kid has a staring problem. It used to make Billy itch, the way he'd always be watching. Took him too long to realize why he did it.

The last thing Billy ever expected to be for anyone was a role model, and he still hesitates to use that phrase. He'd never forgive himself if Will ended up like him. But he's doing the best he can. Sometimes all he can do is just…let himself be seen.

He sits down next to Steve, close enough that their knees touch. He's warm. Solid. Not moving away.

"I was talking about you, y'know," Billy says quietly.

Steve blinks at him, brows furrowing. "Huh?"

"You're the only thing I ever missed about Indiana."

"Oh."

Billy snorts. "Oh."

Something in Steve's expression softens. Something warm and inviting. He's always had a face like a hearthfire, making pretty promises of home and safety when you watch through a window. Dangerous if you get too close.

It's gone a moment later, snuffed out. Steve looks away, a frown tugging at his lips again. "I never understood why you didn't say goodbye."

Well. That's ironic.

Billy'd forgotten about that. He was in a bad way when he left Hawkins. Angry at himself, at the world, so deep in the weeds that he couldn't remember what sunlight looked like. He wasn't the kind of person that people wanted to know. Steve certainly hadn't made an effort, but he was always around , like he was just trying to remind Billy of what he couldn't have.

He didn't know how to say goodbye to someone he barely knew but desperately wanted to. It was easier just to make it as clean a break as possible. He'd always assumed Steve wouldn't care either way.

"We weren't friends, Steve."

A muscle in Steve's jaw twitches. "I know. But there was…something, right?"

"…What exactly are you asking me?" This is not where he saw this conversation going.

"I dunno, just thought, like, we could've been friends, right? Or. Something else. Y'know, before."

What. The fuck. Is he supposed to say to that.

"We weren't , why does it matter what might have happened?"

"Guess it doesn't," Steve mumbles at his knee, posture wilting.

"Did—did you want to be friends back then?" He can't ask about something else . He doesn't want to know. There are enough things in his life that he regrets, he doesn't need to add wasted three years not jumping on Steve's dick to the list.

This is almost worse though. That chance Billy could've had something real back then. Something to hold on to while he was drowning. A chance he wasted by being a coward.

"Why does it matter?" Steve parrots, just edging into bitchy with his tone.

It doesn't, he wants to say. It shouldn't. He approached Steve tonight because all his Talking It Out with Eddie had him in knots over all the stupid shit he did while mooning over Steve. He wanted to test the waters, see if he could get his shit together. Get closure, ideally. Discard that horrible little pearl of hope that had gotten caught somewhere along the line. But then Steve looked at him like Eddie looks at him, and all the just go for it and see what happens Eddie planted in his head took over.

But that was just tonight. It was a chance he'd taken and he's lucked out, and maybe Steve wanted to explore this new thing with him, but it was new. It was just this. It was Billy getting a second chance because he was a better person than he was before. Steve wouldn't have wanted him when he was at his worst. He wouldn't. He didn't.

"Because I was a piece of shit, Steve," he hisses, fingers curled into fists in his lap. "I was a fucking nightmare, and you hated me. And I didn't say goodbye because I was a selfish prick who couldn't deal with letting go of the one thing in that fucking hellhole that was worth a damn."

Steve stares at him. Really looks, like he's trying to burrow inside and pick him apart. "What about Eddie?"

"I didn't know him then."

"You didn't know me."

"But I wanted to! I always wanted to, you fucking asshole, so don't—don't pretend we could've been anything back then, alright. I tried, and it didn't go anywhere." Billy bites his lip. He came here to talk, but not about this. Ideally he would have never talked about this. It's fucking embarrassing.

"I…" Steve furrows his brow. "Always kind of thought you hated me, to be honest." Well. Looks like Eddie was right about Steve's observation skills. Fucking hell. "I didn't hate you though. You were annoying as hell sometimes, I'll give you that, but…Jesus Christ, Billy."

…Apparently Billy's aren't much better. Okay.

"So I guess we could've been something then," Billy says dryly, just to break the silence. "If we weren't so fucking stupid."

Steve laughs, a little helplessly, and runs a hand through his hair. "Guess so." He sobers, arm dropping to his side, tucked close like he's hugging himself. Billy wants to touch him. Offer something. He doesn't know what. "Kind of, uh. Sucks we figured that out too late then."

Billy rears back, enough that their thighs are no longer pressed together. His heart falls somewhere in the vicinity of his stomach, dropping like a stone in dark water. "What?"

"...What do you mean 'what?'"

"Steve, for fuck's sake—"

"You have a boyfriend now! And a life here! I don't—you said—" Steve gestures vehemently, talking a little too loud, seemingly unable to stop this from bursting out of him. "Being cool with your boyfriend hooking up with random dudes is one thing, dating is—it's not, I'm not trying to get in between you two, okay? You guys seem, happy. It's—I'm happy for you."

Oh.

Oh shit.

"Steve, for fuck's sake!" Billy launches himself forward, barely registering Steve's wide-eyed surprise before he grabs his face and plants one on him. And another. Gentler this time. Steve makes an odd wheezing sound.

"Uh."

"He's cool with me being with you , dumbass. He knew how I felt—how I feel , and. We talked about it. We talked about you. Okay?"

Steve opens his mouth. Closes it again. "Oh," he breathes.

Doubts prickle at Billy, needling him, the same doubts he had when Eddie first brought this idea up. Before he swore up and down that he just wanted to be with Billy, he didn't want to lose him, it didn't matter how he felt about anyone else.

"You're okay with this, right."

The doubts start to swarm, multiplying, when Steve pauses, expression pinched as he considers it.

"I mean, it's weird." He reaches out to touch Billy's arm, a loose grip around his elbow. "But I just…wanna make you happy. I wanna be part of what makes you happy. I don't have to be all of it."

The doubts melt away. Along with Billy's entire heart. "Oh."

Steve grins. "Oh," he echoes.

"Are you boys, uh. Almost finished? Dinner's ready," Joyce Byers calls out from where she's leaning against the half-wall behind the couch.

They spring apart, Steve stuttering out half-sentences, and Billy slowly realizing that half the people he knows were six feet away the entire time, and he feels a little like the ground could swallow him whole right now and that would be better than what's happening.

His face heats when Joyce grins at them. "Better wash up, the table's already set." And with that she turns to leave.

It could have gone much worse, but Billy still kind of wants to crawl into a hole somewhere. Eddie's beaming at them from across the room, Henderson is eyeing him suspiciously, Susan comes out of the kitchen with a bowl of mashed potatoes in hand and shoots him a tiny, gentle smile, and Will is sitting at the dining table, staring at the plate in front of him with a vacant, wide-eyed look.

He's gonna have to have a conversation with that kid later. Christ, he's gonna fuck it up so bad.

Steve reaches over and takes his hand.

…But maybe if he keeps trying something good will come from it anyways.

#harringroveson #stedilly #harringrove #mungrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #gnc billy hargrove #stranger things #a raven's writing desk

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mygnolia · 3 years ago

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crush﹢relationship headcannons w/ chan!

pair -› chan x gn!reader

genre -› fluff, pure fluff

wc -› 1.1k

cw -› food mention (hot choco), one word abt barf

a/n -› ngl ive changed my a/n bc this has been collecting dust in the drafts and its so funny to see whenever i come back and chance it to “im in love” and then “man i wish they liked me back”

he probably smiles whenever he sees u

you two probably have mutual friends

like you and seungmin probably are friends and just mess around with jeongin

omg unstopabble trio fr

but one time seungmin in his lavish big rich boy house goes “lets have a sleepover”

yall playin word games bc its 2 am and obviously your braincells (do not) work

assuming yall can drink but if not we’ll blame it on the sleepiness

you’re just laughing rlly hard to this joke minho makes and everyone stares unimpressed at him and chan looks over and kind of

smiles at you

like this toothy moon crescent eye smile that has you thinkin about him

all fuckin’ night too

like you probably think about how it would feel if he smiled to you romantically

and your mind is reeling

anyways you fall asleep fast but chan can’t sleep and when he does its late

they def dont want to overwork him so they let him sleep as much as he can

bro yall fall for each other SO fast…(barfs)

yall probs go to the fair in town or like a pumpkin patch with games and he’s just admiring you from afar

proud smile lovesick grin holds your hand when you win smth

he definitely wins a large stuffie like a bear or an elephant

and i’d think he’d pull something slick like “hey lets trade stuffed animals i don’t like holding this one”

just would be a total sweetheart

i think he would drive you home! just very subtle glances soft smiles and all of your friends were like “placing bets they’re totally kiss”

when he nears your home he asks if he can kiss u

yes! ofc! i think he’s still a little shy so it was be rlly short and sweet!!

asks if he can talk to you tmr abt the whole thing and feelings

heart combustion? immediate? and all he’s thinking rn is “man i think they’re so wonderful and cute”

and YOU’RE thinking about how long you’ve been waiting and how you’re so giddy

u go to bed with a smile on ur face fs

you two talk it out, shy smiles and hugs and he admits he was scared you didn’t like him the way he liked you

but u do!! and everything is pretty sunshine and rainbows

i think chan would be as caring as he can between his work hours he still crams in a hug or shared dinners

school would be tough on both of you and though you might be sad you didn’t see or receive a text you yourself are probs cramming for finals so u understand

winter break!! it’s your three month anniversary plus christmas and u’ve been saving a bit of money up to get him whatever he might want

chan would be happy for the gift but he would be most excited to spend time with you

tries to stay as close as possible like holding hands, cuddling, head on your shoulder, just some sort of skinship because i feel like he wants to feel close to u?

UHM DOES CHAN LIKE HOT CHOCO

n e ways lets assume he does, would make u a lot of tea and hot choco since it’s easy

chan seems like the type to buy u smth like a necklace or a bracelet and make you a long handwritten letter telling you about how he just simply adores you

i think he’s just really in love with u like he never wants to lose you EVER

you would really think he’s a gem

you’re both honest and you both feel like it’s a bit unreal if you were to spend your whole lives together

like its not impossible, but he’s like a dream you’re afraid of waking up to experience a life without him yknow

i think you both have a clear grasp that you might not be his forever and vice versa, but he would never hold it against you if you two broke up or split

things happen, people drift apart or lose that feeling for their significant other

but you both think that time hasn’t come yet so you two enjoy each other for now for as long as u can

chan’s just always so sweet and you wonder what he finds in you

he doesn’t get it tho like he doesn’t get how u don’t see how wonderful u are for him when you ask if he still loves you or if he’s ever going to leave

chan: no i would never babe :(( you mean so much to me why would i ever do that to you without telling you first

he’s scared of losing you too though

worries that you’ll find someone who makes you laugh harder or makes you fall harder than how you fell with him and it makes him sick when he thinks about you with someone else

not because he’s jealous, but because he wouldn’t ever want to lose you simply because he loves you so much

he’d find so many flaws with himself and beats him up for it

and i think you’d have to remind him that you don’t love him because he’s perfect, but you love him for him and that’s what matters

sometimes there are rough patches and it’s okay! you two promise to talk about whatever might bother you as long as your comfortable with sharing and would discuss anything he notices in ur relationship

but it’s not like a scolding

everyone has different ways of communicating and sometimes chan just wants to make sure u know that he’s always here for you

and that he’s not going to push any of your boundaries

but he also expects the same which is reasonable! (he has his personal matters or things he wants to avoid talking about and you make sure not to overstep)

he just wants to make sure everything is alright and doesn’t want you neglecting yourself for other things

you always come first, he wants you to know it the best you can

and if you’re dealing with something he would definitely wait for you and remind you it’s okay to be vulnerable and express yourself, whether or not it’s to him or your friends or close ones

chan isn’t pushy with anything and is patient/observant when it comes to your relationship and u in general

yeah! things can get difficult but chan would try his best to support you through all of it

i think overall chan would love every part of you as best as he could

and he does a pretty good job!

UHHHHH hope…hope…u enjoyed my brainrot…? check my masterlist for more and lmk if u have any feedback bc this was just me ranting ish LMFAO

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redrisingsun · 3 years ago

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Swedish Holidays for all your Young Royals needs

Due to popular demand (by like five people) here’s a brief description of all the major Swedish holidays and how they’re celebrated because I can’t stand here and pretend as if we really celebrate Christmas the 25th. We have more holidays, I've only written about the ones we celebrate in my family. I come from a working class family and live in Southern Sweden, however I do have family in Stockholm. I'm not religious in any way and as far as I know, most families don't celebrate these holidays because they're religious, but because it's tradition.

yall better appreciate this, it took me literal hours

January

1: Dubbed as one of the collective pizza days in my household. It's the day after New Year, and most people either order in or eat leftovers.

Week 2 or 3: Most people return to their jobs, schools and other daily activities.

February/March

Fettisdagen ("Fat Tuesday"): celebrated 47 days before Easter. The actual date varies, all from early February to early March. It's an old Christian tradition where you'd eat fatty foods before the "before Easter"-fast and is supposedly a thing in other Christian countries as well. These days, most people celebrate by eating semlor with their family, and most don't fast before Easter.

The semla is a sweet bun with whipped cream and almond paste.

Våffeldagen (Waffle Day, 25th of March): I think this day stems from a Christian tradition, but these days the day is mostly to get together with family and eat waffles.

April

Påsk (Easter): Again, the date varies, but Easter is usually in April. Easter stems from Christianity and is celebrated to remember Jesus' death and resurrection. Easter spans over a week, but I personally only celebrate one of those days.

Påskafton (direct translation: Easter Eve, English translation: Holy Saturday) is the Saturday of the Easter week. In my family, the children get to look for Easter eggs (often filled with candy).

Some children also dress up as Påskkärringar (Easter crones) and I think this tradition has to do with the Witch Trials in Sweden, but I'm not sure. Chances are you won't need to know anything about this for your Young Royal fics, because mostly girls dress up.

Sometimes, we decorate eggs.

Later, we sit down to eat together and spend time with our families. Common things to eat for Easter is potatoes, eggs, herring and meatballs.

Valborgsmässoafton (Walpurgis Night, 30th): We burn a big bonfire in the evening to celebrate that spring is here. I live in a fairly small town, so mostly everyone gathers at one spot and burns the fire together. When the bonfire is burned, most people go home and that's it. It's also seen as a reason to have a party (mostly for teenagers and young adults, I think) and get drunk as fuck.

May/June

Sveriges Nationaldagen (Sweden's National Day, 6th of June): Most people are home from school and work. We hoist the Swedish flag. Idk. However, the Royal Family celebrates by getting dressed up in Swedish costumes. This year, the King held a speech and the family went to Skansen (which is an amusement park/zoo. You can read more about it here). There's music and the military does their weird little thing. You can watch the National Day Celebration on Skansen from 2014 here.

Midsommarafton (Midsummer): date varies, but is celebrated a Friday in late June. I'm sure there's a Christian explanation for this one, but I don't personally know it.

Midsommar (midsummer) means middle of the summer.

Again, this is a day to eat and spend time with your family (or drink, depending on who you are). We eat pretty much the same things for Midsummer as we do for Easter.

For Midsummer we also dance around a Midsommarstång (direct translation: Midsummer Pole, English translation: Maypole) and make flower crowns.

How Midsummer is celebrated depends a lot on your age (most teenagers and young adults again see this as a reason to party), where you're from and a million other things.

My personal favorite Midsummer tradition is probably more common in the country than in the city, for example. You're supposed to pick seven different flowers without saying a word. Then, you sleep with the flowers under your pillow. Supposedly, you'll dream of your future husband (or wife! But I think it's more common that women and girls do this). This tradition also varies. Some people say you need nine flowers and some people say you have to climb over fencing for it to count.

Some teenagers or young adults spend time with their friends to party, instead!

You can watch part of a Midsummer celebration at Skansen here.

The Royal Family usually celebrate Midsummer privately, but I think there's usually new pictures of the entire family around this time.

Day after Midsummer: Collective Pizza Day 2. Everyone either eats takeout or leftovers because no one can be bothered to make anything and like half of the population has the worst hangover they've had since New Year.

Summer Holiday Note: most people in Sweden have four weeks of paid leave each summer.

July/August

Kräftpremiär (Crayfish party) - date varies, normally early August. Basically people get together to eat crayfish and drink. You can usually get paper plates and plastic cups and whatever with ugly crayfish motives (which is fun), but I've never done this.

October

Halloween (30th): Halloween is nowhere near as big in Sweden as it is in the States. We just buy some lösgodis ("loose candy", where you can throw whatever kind of candy you want in a bag. See pictures). Trick or treat is so unusual in the town I grew up I've only ever had one kid ask for candy and when I celebrated Halloween with my grandparents (in a city not far from Stockholm), it was the same. I usually buy some candy and watch a horror movie, but that's about it.

However, Halloween is (again) a reason for teenagers and young adults to drink and party.

November

Alla Helgons Dag (All Saints' Day): Date varies, usually early November. It's a day to remember the dead and we usually light a candle at the grave yard.

December

Första Advent (First Advent): Date varies. Sunday four weeks from Christmas Eve. We mostly just light a candle, honestly. Then, each Sunday for the next four weeks, we light a candle. Here's actually the Crown Princess wishing Happy First Advent with her family! Unfortunately without English subtitles, but here's the translation: "Today is the First Advent. Advent means arrival and hope, something that feels extra important this year. (her husband lights the candle) We want to wish everyone a happy first advent!"

Andra Advent (Second Advent): date varies. We light the second candle.

Tredje Advent (Third Advent): date varies. We light the third candle.

Fjärde Advent (Fourth Advent): date varies. We light the fourth candle. In my family we usually decorate the tree this Sunday.

Julafton (Christmas Eve): Celebrated the 24th. YES, THE 24TH. Christmas Eve obviously varies from family to family, but there's a few things most people have in common. Usually, we get one gift in our sock (which hangs on our bedroom doors in my home, because we don't have a mantle) when we wake up. As kids me and my brother almost always got a movie or something to keep us busy until it was time to leave for our grandparents house.

For lunch we eat the Christmas dinner. It's the same damned food as our other holidays. Herring, meatballs, potatoes, sausages etc, but now, we also have julskinka (Christmas ham). Some people eat ham even for Easter, but we only really eat it for Christmas in my family. Obviously the food varies a little from season to season, but as a picky eater I always just eat potatoes, meatballs and ham.

At 3, Kalle Anka (Donald Duck) is on. Yeah, we watch the same damned stuff every year. It's tradition, alright? Anyway, Donald Duck lasts for an hour or so, and first you get to see Santa work in his workshop, then Disney characters wish you a Merry Christmas with scenes from their movies (original, I know). There's Lady and the Tramp, Donald Duck (obviously) and a million other things. Then there's also one or two trailers for movies Disney will release the coming year. I really couldn't be bothered to find everything on YouTube for you to watch, sorry!

After Donald Duck, we open the Christmas gifts in my family. Normally we just rip out gifts open lmao.

After opening the gifts, we usually eat a second time. This time it's time for porridge. Tomtegröt (Santa porridge) is sweet and often served with cinnamon. Usually, everyone is so stuffed at this point that you only eat because you "have" to eat porridge for Christmas (again, at least in my family).

The last thing we do in my family, is to get a puzzle out. My grandpa almost always gets a new puzzle for Christmas, so we'll put that on the dining table and work on it together until it's getting too late for us to stay.

The Royal Family usually release new pictures of the family for Christmas and wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

Day after Christmas: Not a collective pizza day! There's usually too much Christmas food left to be able to order pizza. Usually, we have Christmas food to eat for four-ish days after Christmas, and by then you're getting really tired of it.

Sometimes we watch something on television, but for the most part we just sit around and spend time together. I think the Crown Princess read something from the Bible this year? I'm not actually sure if the Royal Family go to the Christmas Service, but I don't think so.

Nyårsafton (New Year's Eve): last day of the year. We shoot fireworks, eat food and dessert and spend time with family. This day we normally eat something "fancy" or something you we don't usually eat.

At twelve, we go out to light some fireworks (or just watch fireworks). When that dies down, it's time for the cheese platter. My dad wants it, no one else ever eats from it, we still do it every single year because "it's not New Year's without it". When we've had the cheese platter, everyone go to sleep and that's that.

People obviously celebrate this differently, as well. It's not uncommon to go see your friends or have guests over, and some people party rather than have fancy dinner with their parents. I personally prefer spending time with my parents, because that's what New Year's is for me.

Some people give resolutions, but I think it's more common in the States.

Christmas Holiday Note: It's common for people to not work between Christmas and New Year's Eve where I'm from.

Some things you might want to know about the Swedish Royal Family and Sweden overall:

The Royal Family in Young Royals is not the real Royal Family (obviously).

The Royal Family usually spends time on Öland during the summers.

Chances are Wilhelm and his family live at Drottningholm Slott (Drottningholm Palace) and not Stockholm Slott (Stockholm Palace). Drottningholm is used as a home for the current King and Queen and is located west of Stockholm. However, the scenes where Wilhelm is home is shot at a palace called Stora Sundby Slott. I doubt Wilhelm and his family would live here if they were the actual Royal Family since it's used as a place for people to gather when they want to hunt for sport. However, if they truly live at Stora Sundby, it takes almost two hours to drive from Stockholm to the castle.

Bjärstad is AT LEAST two hours away from Stockholm.

Bjärstad to Stora Sundby Castle takes approximately an hour and a half by car, and between nine and twelve hours by bus. Which means these two boys can't just take a twenty minute bus to see each other.

Bjärstad to Drottningholm takes a little over two hours by car and four-ish hours by bus.

Bjärstad to Stockholm Slott takes over two hours by car and three and a half hours by bus.

Hillerska is shot at Kaggeholms Slott (Kaggeholm Palace), and is a hotel.

The age of consent in Sweden is 15, HOWEVER it's illegal to have sex with someone four or more years younger than you if you're not both over the age of 18. Let me illustrate: -Person A is 15 and Person B is 15. It's legal because both are 15. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 20. It's illegal, because there's a five year old gap between them. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 18. It's legal (but probably frowned upon), because they're both 15 or older and there's not a four year gap between them. -Person A is 18 and Person B is 30. It's legal, because both are 18 or older. Idk if this makes sense or if this is what it looks like anymore, but this is what it was like when I still went to school. Obviously people aren't going to run around and call you names if you happen to date someone four years younger than you (I know a girl who met a guy when she was 14 and he was over 20), but please, be mindful of this. Our age of consent doesn't give you a right to be weird and nasty to teenagers (yes, I'm talking about Edvin).

Also, the Royal Family have their own website, which you can find here. As far as I can see, there's more information on the Swedish page, but there's plenty translated to English. You can also read of the Swedish Royal Family and its history on the palaces's website, here.

All pictures have been taken straight from Google. I haven't used any sources, because this is shit I do every single year with my family. Feel free to correct me or add things you do, but keep it respectful, please!

Friendly reminder that I've simplified some parts of this to make sense, specifically the dates of the Advent celebrations.

If there's anything you don't understand or want more information on, you're welcome to contact me! I take pretty long to reply, but I'll definitely try to get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you!

#young royals #young royals netflix #yr netflix #yr #wilmon #please im begging you love this

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 19]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, powerbottom!seungcheol, brat!seungcheol, dom!reader, restraints(handcuffs), sex toys, dirty talk, degradation, dumbificiation, spitplay, yall the way i be using DDD like i’m guy fieri in this bitch ☠️ dkjfhdskh Also, merry christmas if you celebrate it!! Happy holidays!! Be safe, enjoy your day~💕 I’d say this is my gift to yall but I update every friday, I just so happen to be uploading on christmas LOL Although, Cherry Bomb has been a gift to write 🥺!! One more chapter after this, I can’t believe it... But also first chapter of DD next week 😳 Hehe~ as always, inbox roundup this weekend! Enjoy ch 19 and have a great weekend everyone!! ❤️🍒💕

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“Hyung… Are you… Okay?”

Seungcheol drops the set of skates in his hold; eye twitching when he turns to face both Seokmin and Jeongguk who stare back at him with a concerned gaze. “You haven’t moved from this spot in the last 15 minutes, Jeongguk was starting to get worried… And honestly, me too. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or three.”

“I, uh, yeah, I’m good.” Seungcheol laughs it off, shaking his head and letting out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. “It’s just… Well, I don’t wanna spoil anything but I’m just nervous for tonight.” He bites his bottom lip, remembering when you’d posted the notice to your homepage that basically sealed in the plans you had for him and really, what he had in store for you too.

The two younger males share a look, eyebrows raised. “Whatever’s got you this nervous must be good ‘cause you literally just zoned out and turned into a mannequin for 15 minutes. It was weird!” Jeongguk laughs; half in nervousness for Seungcheol and half in amusement. “Me and Seokmin snapped a few pics too. For posterity.”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes before he picks up the pair of skates again, “Okay, okay, enough with the teasing. Get back to work before Namjoon-hyung sees us all over here!”

“We could say the same to you!”

“Interesting setup…” Seungcheol mutters, eyes glossing over the vibrator, pink fuzzy handcuffs, and cockring that are neatly lined up on the bed. “Should I be concerned that this looks a little too normal?”

You laugh under your breath as you readjust your bra strap one last time before easing onto the bed yourself; patting the spot next to you. “Nah, trust me, it’s not gonna be that crazy. Now c’mere, we only have 10 minutes ‘til we need to start and you’re just standing there fidgeting like we’re about to fuck for the first time ever.”

“Damn, we should’ve done a show with a corruption kink or something.”

“Hey, it’s never too late!”

artist8hao: this looks relatively normal considering the notice

kitty_junjun has donated $75

gc__koo: yea… and considering how i found hyung earlier

alphagyu97: ???

alphagyu97: wdym

gc__koo: mans was a statue

xcaliburDK: yea it was weird, it was like he was possessed

sleepy_wonu: wait u work with him too??

therealchan99: wait is that why u almost quit?

xcaliburDK: can we not talk about me right now thank u

universe_WZ has donated $75

angelhan has donated $100

artist8hao has donated $50

“Well! Aren’t you all a lively bunch tonight!” You giggle softly, wrapping an arm around one of Seungcheol’s as he tenses up under your touch. “Seungcheol’s so tense tonight! Can we get some words of encouragement for him before we start~”

gc__koo: ayyyy my man its gonna be ok

hoshi_tiger_xx: think of it this way, any of us would pay to be in your position rn

tangerine_kwan: l i t e r a l l y

chwenon: its not like ur getting pegged

chwenon: right

Seungcheol’s cheeks bloom a bright pink, wide eyes meeting yours as you laugh loudly. “Wait, is that what the vibrator is for ‘cause I--”

“No, no, no! Seungcheol’s not getting pegged tonight, okay?” Grinning, you ease off the bed and make your way towards the nightstand as Seungcheol watches you from behind.

You grab the item, smiling as you hide it from Seungcheol’s view for a little while longer.

“See, when we, really just I, decided to do this back to back camshow for the last time, I really wanted to try something new, y’know? But nothing too far out there ‘cause I didn’t wanna push our boundaries too much.” You move your hand, flashing the object in front of Seungcheol’s face as he raises an eyebrow.

“A gopro?”

Nodding, you show it to the camera, “Mmhmm~ The quality is gonna go down a bit but I think it’ll be okay! It’ll be worth it~” You set it down next to the array of toys, winking at the camera before settling in next to Seungcheol again.

You lean into his side, grabbing his arm and putting it on your inner thigh as you moan. “Thought that they’d like a new view of us, y’know? Instead of just the static view that we usually have. Now you can film me riding your cock and get a good view of it for the camera~” Seungcheol smirks as he drags his hand up your thigh; fingertips grazing against your panties as you mewl.

“So that’s the game you wanna play tonight, huh, baby? You wanna film each other up close and personal for everyone to see?”

He can feel his cock twitch in his sweats, already eager to see where this went.

“Well…” You bite the inside of your cheek, face hot as you pry his hand off of you. “Actually, I want you up by the headboard while I set up this gopro. Think you can shimmy up there, ‘Cheol?”

The male nods slowly, shuffling towards the headboard as you turn to the camera. “The stream’s probably gonna cut out for a sec while I set this up but please be patient with me, okay?” Winking, you quickly set up the gopro before cutting out the stream to fiddle with the settings and changing it so that the stream was coming from the gopro instead.

“Ah, good! It works!” You make sure everyone can see you from the smaller device before you’re rejoining Seungcheol on the bed; eyes twinkling with mischief as you hand the gopro to him before reaching for the toys you’d laid out.

chwenon: im rly curious about this

universe_WZ: i know, same

alphagyu97: fuck the angles we’re about to get with this for future shows tho

hoshi_tiger_xx: oh hell yeah

Seungcheol holds onto the gopro, making sure to film you as you hold the vibrator in your hand. “Let’s start with this first, huh?” You don’t waste a second before you’re turning the toy on and pressing it against his clothed cock.

“Oh, s-shit!” He almost loses his grip on the small camera when his body threatens to double over at the vibrations that quickly have shivers running up his spine. “Oh fuck, that’s---that’s so s-strong!” Seungcheol’s hips cant up, grinding against the vibrations when he realizes how good it actually feels.

“Strong? It’s only the lowest setting, baby. Is your cock that sensitive?” You smile; voice laced with a teasing lilt and the pieces start to fall for Seungcheol when you seem to spit his own words back at him.

“That’s h-how it’s gonna be, huh?” He grits out, jaw clenched when you raise the setting to the second highest. “F-fuck, you---”

“What? We’re playing like I wanna tonight, right, ‘Cheollie?” Licking your lips, you lean in close to the camera before your lust filled eyes meet his.

“And tonight, you’re just my dumb little fucktoy that I get to play with, aren’t you?”

Seungcheol tugs against the fuzzy pink handcuffs that keep him bound to the headboard; gritting his teeth when you turn off the toy for the third time.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t move around too much, Seungcheol. Dumb little fucktoys should be good and stay still, right?”

“Right.” Muttering, he watches as you bring the camera closer to his cock again, filming the vibrator that you tap against the cock head; both covered in precum.

“Your cock is already so hard~ God you’re so fuckin’ easy~” You squirm a little from where you straddle his thighs; already wanting to sit on his cock but also knowing you still wanted to play with him a little longer while you had him underneath you.

angelhan: goddamn she’s so fucking hot when shes the dom???

therealchan99: the way i would pay her to choke me and spit in my mouth

alphagyu97: she could put me on a leash and i’d bark without question

You turn on the toy again, pressing it against his cock as he groans and thrusts his hips up. “Ah! We should use the last toy, before you end up cumming without my permission.” Seungcheol lets out a choked sob at the way you sound so cheery, eyes looking up towards the ceiling while you set the vibrator down in favor of the cockring.

Wrapping a hand around his cock, you work you hand up and down as you smear the precum down his shaft. “Hmm~ Bet you’d cum right now if I just sucked you off, huh?”

“Dunno, why don’t you sink your pretty ‘lil mouth down on me and find out?” He snarkily replies.

You shoot him an angelic smile; one that makes him realize he really shouldn’t have said anything when you hurriedly ease the cockring down until it sits at the base of his cock. Grabbing the vibrator again, you turn it onto its highest setting before bringing it back to his cock and holding it parallel to his shaft. “You’re so mouthy~ You should really be careful with that~”

Seungcheol lets out a sharp, shaky breath; eyes wider than saucers when he feels his abdomen tightening and the pleasure rapidly building up in his body. “W-wait, but---but, ah, h-hold on, it--it feels like I’m g-gonna cum!” He tugs against his restraints as his entire body squirms and thrashes against the bed at the sensations that flood his body.

“Ah, you really are so fuckin’ easy for me, Seungcheol~”

A weird feeling washes over Seungcheol when he feels his cock twitching; mouth open in stuttered breaths as his eyebrows furrow. It felt like an orgasm, but at this point, he can’t even tell. “Wh--what?” He lets out a drawn out groan, throwing his head back against the pillows just as you shut the toy off and toss it to the side.

“I think you just experienced your first dry orgasm, huh? Not so fun being on the other side, is it? Being played with~” You laugh teasingly, readjusting yourself until you’re grinding down onto his cock. instead. “Mmh, I’m gonna use your cock and I’m gonna make myself cum and you can’t do anything about it~ Just my own personal fucktoy watching me get off~”

You take the gopro and set it down right on Seungcheol’s chest, “Don’t move, or else.” He nods once shakily, watching as you lift yourself up and position his cock right at your soaking entrance.

The two of you share a moan once you finally start to sink down onto his cock but Seungcheol knows he won’t actually be able to cum anytime soon.

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gc__koo: honestly, i aint even tryna get off i just like watching knowing hyung is lowkey suffering

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gc__koo: its like a reward

kitty_junjun: he’ll be lucky if he even gets to cum again lbr

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tangerine_kwan: wait but…

tangerine_kwan: if today was her idea and tomorrow is his…

chwenon: uh oh

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artist8hao has donated $100

artist8hao: for the aftercare funds

kitty_junjun: dont be too hard on her!!

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You start bouncing in his lap, loud moans on your lips when his cock curves perfectly into your g-spot.

“Oh, fuh--fuck, your cock is so g-good! Fuckin’ hits me so, hah, d-deep!”

Seungcheol can’t do anything but grit his teeth and let you alternate between bouncing on his lap and swiveling your hips atop his own; jaw clenched tight. “Y-yeah? Your so-called sex toy fucks you g-good? I don’t even have to, ah, do anything, all I have to do is lay here and you’d cum, huh?” He smirks up at you, convincing himself he’s one-upped you when you pout and halt your movements.

He lets out a soft groan when you clench around him and you’re quick to grab the gopro still sitting on his chest before turning the camera towards him.

“Such a bold mouth you’ve got. But don’t forget, you’re the one handcuffed to the bed and you’ve got a cockring on, baby~ I can give you more dry orgasms if you’d like?” You lick your lips, “Be a good little fucktoy and open your mouth for me.”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes before obeying, lips parting hesitantly. “Now, stick your tongue out.” You turn the camera and hold it from the side; filming yourself as you let a glob of spit fall from your lips, directly onto Seungcheol’s waiting tongue.

A shiver runs up his spine when he draws his tongue back in to swallow the saliva, hazy eyes staring back up at you when he parts his lips to show you that he’s swallowed it all down.

“See? You can be so obedient. You just choose to be a brat.”

“Where’s the fun if I make it easy for you? And it’s cute watching you trying to dom me when we both know how much you like being under me.”

You resume your movements, swiveling your hips as you set the gopro back down onto his chest. “Ah, all the things I could do to you right now, ‘Cheol~ We should do this again so I can try some wax play on you… Or, hah, m-maybe even ice play? Since your body is so fuckin’ sensitive. Bet you’d be so fuckin’ cute cumming over and over and whining when the overstimulation starts to bite~”

It only takes a second for Seungcheol to mentally say ‘screw it’ before he uses all his strength to plant his feet down onto the bed and start thrusting up into you. Your body jerks on top of him, surprised noises spilling from your lips at the strength he exerts in his frustration.

“My body’s sensitive? You take one look at me and your panties are fuckin’ soaked.” Seungcheol scoffs, watching as you grab the gopro and set it to the side before it topples off of him. “I might be your dumb little fucktoy today but you’re mine too. My dumb ‘lil cocksleeve that only knows how to beg me for cock. Your pussy was made for me, baby. Don’t forget that.”

The pleasure builds inside your body as you meet his thrusts and for a second, you contemplate taking off the handcuffs and the cockring, but instead deciding to keep them on. Unless he begged.

“Fuck, S--Seungcheol, ‘m g-gonna cum~” You reach down, fingertips on your clit as you hurry to throw yourself over the edge of an orgasm. “That’s right, cum on my cock like the desperate ‘lil cock hungry girl you are.” He growls in frustration; wanting to cum but knowing he wouldn’t be able to unless you took the cockring off.

“Oh god, Seungcheol!”

Your walls flutter around his cock and he lets out a garbled moan at how good you feel when you cum; exhaling harshly at the frustration of not being able to cum with you. “That’s right, bet it feels good with my cock inside your tight ‘lil cunt, huh?”

He halts his movements just as you opt to grind down on him, fingertips still rubbing and pinching at your clit as you ride out your high. “Mmh, bet you wanna cum too, don’t you, ‘Cheol? Wanna, ngh, fill my p-pussy up with your cum like you always do~ But do you even deserve it? Or should I leave you here and let you cool down?”

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angelhan: i feel like i'm actually scared for this man im ngl

alphagyu97: if she lets u cum ur a lucky man

You let out a sultry moan; body filled with warmth as the last bits of your orgasm wash over you. “You’ve been so mouthy and bratty but I wanna feel you cum too, so I’ll be nice tonight~”

Smart move, he thinks.

Raising yourself off of his cock, you let out a whimper at the emptiness you feel; pussy clenching around emptiness as you settle back down onto his thighs that are slick with your wetness. “Mmh… On second thought… Why don’t you beg a little? Lemme hear how much you wanna cum~”

He feels his cock twitch and realizes you won’t make this any easier. “Fuck, okay, p-please.... Please take the cockring off so I can cum… I--I wanna cum inside your pretty ‘lil cunt, fuck, I don’t even care if you just jerk me off just---just please take it off! I’ll t-take it easy on you tomorrow, I s-swear!” Seungcheol almost accidentally spoils his ideas for his planned camshow and he quickly bites his bottom lip before he accidentally says too much.

“That was weak but it’s okay. Dumb fucktoys don’t need to think much, do they? Only good for being used like a toy~” You pout mockingly at him before you’re easing the cockring off of him and Seungcheol lets out a guttural moan when you immediately wrap a hand around his cock and start jerking him off.

“You weren’t very nice with your words tonight so you’ll cum with just my hand.”

“Fu--fuck, that’s fine, just let m-me cum, please!” You work your hand up and down his shaft, giggling when you already feel his cock throbbing in your hand when you run your hand from the base to the tip.

“Cum for me, Seungcheol~”

He lets out a small whine, eyes clamped shut when he finally cums and for the first time in his life, he feels himself momentarily black out with how hard his orgasm hits him. Ropes of cum hit his chest as you work him through it, alternating the tightness of your grip on his cock as he whines and moans in return.

“Ah, you’re cumming so much this time~ You’re making such a mess!” You tease.

Seungcheol can barely hear a word you say through the ringing in his ears once his orgasm starts to ebb away and he feels himself slump against the bed as he catches his breath.

His chest rises and falls in deep breaths and he feels you leaning over him to undo the handcuffs; tired sighs on his lips as he tries to focus on you through bleary eyes. He can feel his entire body twitching and he swears his arms have. gone numb from being handcuffed to the headboard. “You’re gonna get it tomorrow, I swear…” He mutters, no real threat to his tired words.

“Hey, you said you were gonna take it easy on me tomorrow!”

“Yeah, well...”

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gc__koo: my brain is expanding

hoshi_tiger_xx: i feel like its gonna be intense lol

xcaliburDK: knowing hyung…

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xcaliburDK: if u call into work on monday i wont even question it

“Here, you need to drink this, ‘Cheol!”

The said male groans as he tugs a pillow into his arms, already on the brink of sleeping when you finally end your camshow. “But ‘m tired…” He whines. “Can’t we just go to bed and clean up in the morning? The cum on my chest is already dried, it won’t get on the sheets.” You roll your eyes in return, sitting next to him on the bed.

“Oh, so now you’re being a big baby? I’m just trying to get you to drink some water and we need to get you at least a little cleaned up for bed. You can’t go to bed like this, y’know. And anyway, we need to be in top condition for tomorrow show too. We gotta get cleaned up and eat a little something.” You laugh under your breath, shaking your head as he only whines harder.

“C’mon, I always do it for you, right?”

He nods only once before he’s sitting up tiredly; a shaky hand reaching for the glass of water you hold out to him. You immediately take notice of the slight redness around his wrists, pouting as you help him finish the glass before setting it down onto the nightstand.

“Your wrists got so red from the handcuffs, ‘Cheol… You should’ve said something if it hurt, I would’ve taken them off…”

Seungcheol grins at you, eyes unfocused with sleepiness. “Who said it hurt? I didn’t even feel that in comparison to that horrible dry orgasm you made me experience. God, it was like… Like when you have a dream but it feels real until you try to grab for something and realize you can’t?”

The two of you share a laugh as you help Seungcheol off of the bed so that the two of you could properly get cleaned up before he flopped back down onto the sheets.

“Yeah? Trust me, that wasn't even the worst I could’ve done! You’re lucky I took it easy for my first time!”

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4kominato · 3 years ago

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𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟝: 𝔉𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥

A/N: ok so apparently i got very carried away here and it turned out a lot longer than anticipated... even though the smut part is pretty short and brief... also... i dont care what yall think, Kanemaru is 100% sub, but he thinks he's dom. that's how it is lmao (and once again... apologies on how late this is, i'm gonna try to finish Kise tonight too, in my time-zone 🥲) ~kuri

It's not really mentioned outright in the fic, but just FYI, Haruichi and Toujou are together, as well as Sawamura and Furuya

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Kanemaru Shinji x GN!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Fluff, Smut (M) ~ SEXUAL CONTENT

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2,110

“Shinji!” you called from the front door, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah!” he answered, emerging from the master bedroom dressed in his ugly Christmas sweater.

“Look at you. Aren’t you just adorable,” you praised, pinching his already reddening cheek.

“Tch…” he clicked his tongue, bashfully darting his eyes away, “Why do you always have to embarrass me?”

“Because your reactions are the cutest,” you grinned, giving him a little boop on the nose.

“Ergh…” he puffed as he made his way out to the car, “Did you pack our Secret Santa gifts?”

“Yeah, it’s in the trunk.”

“Alright then, let’s go.” Once he’d locked the front door, the two of you were off to Toujou’s house. Haruichi answered the door upon your arrival, Toujou being busy with setting the table.

“Merry Christmas!” Haruichi greeted, welcoming the two of you into his humble dwelling.

“Merry Christmas,” the two of you answered in unison as you removed your shoes and stepped inside.

“Hideaki-kun is just finishing up some last minute preparations. You guys can leave the Secret Santa gifts on this table,” Haruichi stated, motioning to a small table which already had two gifts on it, “And feel free to make yourselves at home until the food is ready.”

Nodding in acknowledgment, the two of you were just about to seat yourselves on the couch when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Kanemaru offered, assuming that it was probably the last of the guests arriving, and he was right.

“Kanemaru!” a loud and obnoxious voice greeted upon opening the door.

“Wamura! Furuya! Merry Christmas!” Kanemaru greeted and gestured for them to join the rest of you inside.

“Merry Christmas,” you chimed in, wanting to give the familiar guests a warm welcome as well.

“You guys can sit at the table! Food is just about done,” Toujou announced as Kanemaru showed the two new guests where to put their Secret Santa gifts.

Excitedly, everyone took their seats quickly while Haruichi and Toujou brought out the food and placed it on the table. Everything smelled and looked absolutely amazing, though that wasn’t a surprise, given Toujou was voted as the “best cook” among your class. After thanking them for the food, (itadakimasu/いただきます：thank you for the food or let’s eat) everyone happily dug in, hardly conversing because they were too busy enjoying how great the food tasted. It wasn’t until after everyone started to slow down that the boys started talking and catching up with one another; it’d been quite a while since the last time they'd all gathered together and hung out.

They reminisced a lot about the Seido days, which was where they all met, but having met Kanemaru in uni, there wasn’t much you could relate to or contribute to the conversation. Sure you’d heard the stories and met many of the other boys from the team, but you hadn’t actually been there for any of it so you felt you weren’t really on the same level.

Becoming “bored,” so to speak, you decided to have a little fun with your lover, just to spice things up a bit for yourself. It started with a simple game of footsies under the table, which he thought nothing of until you started to run your feet just a bit higher, stroking along his calves. You could tell he’d gotten slightly more tense, however, he did nothing to stop you and so you took this as an invitation.

Next, was your hand, your non-dominant one to be exact, so that you could still eat with one hand without any suspicions while the other rested on his thigh, gently and very subtly massaging his firm leg muscles as you gradually inched higher and higher. He still seemed tense, but still, he didn’t stop you, so you continued, waiting to see at what point he’d put a stop to your actions. Thank god for the tablecloth impeding the view, you thought as your hand finally reached the final destination, only to discover he was already hard.

You smirked to yourself at how well he hid the fact that was aroused, but would he be able to hide pleasure the same way? Running your fingers over the tent in his pants, you quickly found the tip and began to toy with it, gently stroking over it with a single finger before dragging that finger back down the rest of his length. He squirmed noticeably in his seat this time, but for the most part, he still held his composure. It did surprise you, however, that he’d still yet to give any sign of wanting you to stop. Maybe he was actually enjoying your risky behavior as if it was one of his secret little fantasies that he’d never shared with you.

You decided to go a little rougher this time, curling your fingers around his girth as much as his pants allowed, you stroked over his whole member. Watching Kanemaru attentively as he spoke, you noticed his speech losing fluidity, and soon, his ears along with his cheek started to flush a light pink… which didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Loud-mouth.

“Kanemaru, you’re turning red! Are you okay?! Do you have a fever?!” Sawamura yelled from across the table, only making matters worse for your poor boyfriend, but you were living for every second of it.

“Oh my, he’s right!” you played along, turning towards him and placing your hand on his forehead, “You do feel a bit warm.”

“Uh, yeah,” Kanemaru chuckled nervously, “Probably from uh… this morning when… I was shoveling the snow out of our driveway!”

Making eye contact with Haruichi, you knew he didn’t buy either of your bullshit, but he played along anyway, so as to not expose you to the others. (Admittedly, he was guilty of doing the same to Toujou on multiple occasions.) “There’s fever packs and medicine in the bathroom. It’s just down the hall to the right,” he stated with his closed-eyed smile which resembled that of his brother and gave somewhat of a passive aggressive energy to his words.

“Thank you,” you grinned back, guiding Kanemaru along who unfortunately had to hide his boner as he stood up from the table and followed you to the bathroom. It wasn’t until the two of you were locked safely in the bathroom that he unleashed his “anger” on you, but quietly of course, as to not draw any unnecessary attention to the predicament at hand.

“What did you think you were doing out there?!” Kanemaru whispered aggressively.

“Just having some fun,” you teased, flitting your eyes at him and playing the innocent card as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your thigh against his crotch.

“B-but during our Christmas dinner?! You couldn’t wait until after we got back home?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it. You didn’t stop me and just look at how hard you got!”

“Yeah, er… because…” he sputtered, but you knew had no good excuse, so you simply pressed your lips against his to shut him up. Keeping his lips captivated with yours, you undid his pants and briefly palmed his stiff member through his briefs before setting it free. “What are you doing?!” he panicked, separating your lips as you reached down to grab his cock.

“Giving you a hand job, what does it look like?” you answered with a slight bit of sass, but no intention of biting.

“Right now?! They’ll be suspicious! It already doesn’t look good that we’re locked in the bathroom together!” Despite his arguing, Kanemaru still seemed to invite your actions, putting absolutely no effort into stopping you, just like before.

“So what are you gonna do about it, hm?” you challenged, testing to see if he really had any intentions of stopping you. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, and from that reaction you knew instantly that he wanted to do this just as much as you did, it’s just that he was nervous about getting caught, which would account for his blabbering. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick,” you assured as you knelt down in front of him and took him into your mouth. It wasn’t difficult at all to get him going, considering you knew exactly how he liked it. In almost no time at all, you had his whole body trembling at your will while the grip he had on your hair was still as gentle as ever for fear of hurting you.

“You can cum in my mouth, Shinji, don’t be shy,” you pulled off for a second and pumped him in the meantime to ensure your progress wouldn’t be lost. You waited to resume, assuming he’d have something to say in response, as he always did.

“A-are you sure though? Like really sure?” he asked, being the worry-wort he was.

“Yes, I’m sure. I wouldn’t tell you to do it unless I was absolutely sure about it.”

Letting out a deep sigh, he finally agreed, and so you took him into your mouth once more to finish him off. The look he had on his face as he writhed in pleasure made your insides tingle, urging you to go even faster so you could see his “O” face instead, but from the way he was twitching in your mouth you knew it wouldn’t be much longer anyways.

A sense of satisfaction washed over you at the sound of the words you were dying to hear, “I’m going to cum,” and so you hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations from your mouth further coaxing his release. With a muffled grunt, the bitter taste of his warm essence streamed down the back of your throat and you swallowed every drop as he endured the intense climax while forcing himself to remain quiet.

He let out a raspy sigh as you withdrew yourself from him, his breathing obviously labored as he recovered from his euphoric episode. Kanemaru was always sleepy after sex so going into this, you knew you’d have to help him out a bit after the fact. Once you’d put his pants back on, you had him sit on the toilet while you rummaged through the cabinets for the fever packs that Haruichi mentioned earlier. Upon finding it, you quickly opened one up and discarded the trash before approaching Kanemaru and placing the pack on his forehead.

“Story is, we put this on your head to cool you down, but then you started to feel dizzy so you had to sit for a while… and now you’re just feeling a bit fatigued now… okay?” you explained as you squatted in front of him, lovingly taking his hands into your own.

“You don’t think they’ll just tell me to go home if I seem unwell?”

“Uh… maybe? But I’ll figure it out… I think Haruichi knows you’re not sick anyways…” you chuckled nervously.

“What makes you think that?” he asked in bewilderment.

“Um… a hunch…”you answered with a shrug before urging him to stand up, “We should go back. The longer we take, the more suspicious it’ll be.”

Easily agreeing, the two of you made your way back out to the table where his worried classmates awaited.

“Are you okay, Kanemaru?!” Sawamura yelled as the two of you approached.

“I don’t think the yelling helps,” Toujou added, attempting to calm him down.

“Yeah, he’s doing better,” you answered, lying to everyone through your teeth, “His fever seems to have gone down, but he’s just feeling a bit fatigued. He was having a bit of a dizzy spell earlier, but after resting for a bit and using the fever pack, he seems a bit better.”

“Do you need to go home early, Shinji?” Toujou asked worriedly, “It’s alright if you don’t feel good, we can always hang out another time.”

“No, no, I’m fine, really! It’s not that bad!” he chuckled nervously, waiting for you to back him up.

“Yeah, don’t worry! I’ve seen him really sick before, this is nothing,” you assured, however, to your dismay Toujou and Sawamura still seemed really concerned.

“Maybe we should exchange our gifts now so that they can go home. What do you think?” Toujou suggested to Haruichi, who made it obvious that he was completely unphased.

“If he says he’s fine, then he probably is,” Haruichi shrugged, “I think you’re being paranoid, Hideaki-kun.”

Thankfully, both Toujou and Sawamura seemed to be convinced by Haruichi’s words, so the two of you were able to rest a little easier for most of the night… except for the fact that Haruichi was being noticeably passive aggressive to the two of you.

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hematomes · 3 years ago

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hi ced! sorry im late<3

im feeling kinda jealous of your sweetheart (yall sound so cute i can't) but I'll live😔✊🏽 (keep a little place in your heart for me though<3)

jokes aside im really happy for you. you seem to be having a good time!

ok so that history test went pretty well! i actually stayed home on saturday, played a little genshin since i hadn't in a while (fucking send help i haven't even finished the goddamn inazuma quest yet i can't do this anymore) and studied! time with my mom went smoothly too, we went to a thai restaurant and ate way too much lol and we only had one (1) heated moment. an achievement, truly

i still haven't checked out that poet damn jsjdjd i guess I'll get to it on christmas break tbh cause shit is! busy! smh i have so much stuff piled for christmas (shit ton studying, books to read, gotta dye my hair, spend time with my mom, go out with friends..... im gonna die) wbu!! got any Christmas plans? and how's the Christmas Spirit going for ya bc i felt it for the first time in years last night drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows. next time I'll make you a cup, too.

hehe maybe I'll send an actual poem sometime! im actually in a slump right now and it's frustrating. i had a wip for a small series of poems for autumn (1 for each month) titled 'the autumnal strife' and i kept putting it off and now it's CHRISTMAS😭

anyways. tell me your most and least favorite month! (bc the first poem is titled "september's hate poem" and it's somehow still not complete despite starting it in august.)

~soup

HI SOUP IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG ZKDJZKS

don't be jealous hun you'll always be there in a comfy place in my heart <3

and!!! i am he is very sweet and stuff,,,

HHH GLAD THE TEST WENT WELL and damn the lack of genshin </3 did you get to play since then? 😭 and zkdkz glad it went rather well with your mom that is Very Good

don't worry abt the poet take your time!! <3 are you on your christmas break btw? I HOPE SO. and do take time to rest during the break, you deserve it smh

not for christmas, my mom's working so we'll just have the eve's dinner a bit early tomorrow and then on The day we'll exchange gifts like during dinner too!! the real deal is going to be on new year bc we're going over my aunt's place and my best friend's coming and i haven't seen her in a while zkdkz it's gonna be wild. and im probably gonna get absolutely trashed bc i haven't partied in way too long and seeing my best friend + my cousin ALWAYS GETS ME. also pls i need a cup of that hot choco it sounds so good <3

omg zkskz do send a poem if you can/want!!! THO SMH SLUMPS...... are a whole mood. hope you can get out of it 😔😔

mmh my favorite month is probably april bc i love the spring and also there's my birthday and somehow the ppl around me always manage to make it absolutely incredible. this year i had to celebrate alone in my 9m² room but my friends called me ootb to tell me they had bought stuff for me and it was waiting for me at home (like my mom's) 😭 AND THE YEAR PRIOR TO THAT THEY BOUGHT ME A SWITCH LIKE,,,, nghfrkzks angels. anyway yeah april is pretty and always makes me happy <3

as for the least, october zkdkzk seasonal depression hits me around this time and i don't really get to enjoy the beauty of autumn and stuff bc im just lying in my bed listening to mitski or ghostly kisses bye

ZKDKS WHY SEPTEMBER FOR YOU BTW

#soup anon! 🤍

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jacobseedz · 5 years ago

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Care pt.1

Professor Snape x Student!Reader

1340 words lol

Been feeling kinda shitty for the past months, so I thought I’d write something w my fav Prof :))) Hope you enjoy it, and I beforehand apologise for any errors, english is not my first language. I’M SORRY IF SEV IS SOOO OUT OF CHARACTER DKDKDK NOT EDITED SO IM REALLY SORRY BOUT THE ERRORS DKDJ LOVE YALL

Part 2 Part 3

Another bad, unproductive day. Nothing seemed to be quite alright for a long time. Nobody noticed your mood lately, but it was nothing new, you were used to it. Your parents were too busy, working for the Ministry of Magic. Your friends had their own problems, and the teachers? Why would they even give a damn..

You laid in bed for about twenty minutes, staring pointlessly at the ceiling. There were no classes to attend, it was Christmas after all. Everyone from your dormitory had left Hogwarts to spend the holidays with their family. Only you stayed behind, your parents wouldn't be home, so there was no point in leaving.

Looking to your left, you saw Jinx, your pet bat hanging upside down, soundlessly asleep. At least she could sleep with no care in the world.

Deciding to roam around, you got up, maybe you'd stop for food in the kitchens. The kitchen elves were particularly fond of you, and always gave you a small snack or some sweets. As long as you were nice to the elves, they were happy to give food out.

With a sigh, you throw off the soft blanket. Your grandma gave it to you before passing away. It was a birthday gift.

Upon the last memory of her, tears welled up in your eyes, which you quickly wiped away. She was your biggest supporter, teacher, and the only close family... until death came for her. And that was the breaking line.. You felt stupid, crying and walking down the hall, where everyone could see. Even though it was nearly nighttime, and half of the students who stayed were probably in their dormitories by now. However, the ghosts were always around, some taunting you, some playing tricks, and some being indifferent.

The closer the kitchen got, the faster you started wiping the tears away. Finally, able to breathe properly, you put on a small smile, and entered the area. Two elves greeted with warm smiles. They never said a word to you, not that it was a problem. Without a word, just a wink one of them gave you a long bar of chocolate, skittles and a bottle of chocolate milk.

"Thank you.." you whispered. You left with a wave, still smiling softly. Now you just had to find a place to sit down.

Two more turns, and you found yourself before the staircase leading to the dungeons. It was one of your favourite places. Whenever you felt sad or just exhausted with life you came there. Sometimes you managed to cross paths with your professor, however you prayed to Dumbledore that he was already down there. It would've been an embarrassment if he'd see you in such state.

Munching on your treats, tears began flowing down again. This year was just so terrible for you. Your grandma passed away, your grades got worse, you parents were always working and your friends just stopped caring.

Loud footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Before you could wipe your face, Professor Snape came into view, a nasty scowl on his face. Upon seeing you, his expression changed, it softened a little bit.

Since he started teaching you, he saw great potential, not once did you make a mistake in brewing a potion or on a test. You were always the first one to give it back, or answer a tricky question on many lessons. He liked your passion about potions, always approaching it with delicacy and great precision.

And you never spoke any ill words about him, quite on the contrary, you defended him handful of times. And it warmed his cold heart, making him put down the tough layers he built around himself, just for you. On free periods, you came to his classroom, offering your help in arranging the cupboard or preparing for his next lesson, like bringing important jars and such.

Students noticed how you became the only favourite student, always going soft on you, never giving a snarky comment, only small praises, sometimes even a smirk, although barely noticable for others.

"OH.. Professor-" you started, getting up. Your cheeks heat up, embarrassment washing over you.

"Come along, Y/N." he spoke quietly, going down the stairs, towards his office.

Not wasting much time, you walked behind him. Vision still blurred from the tears, you took careful steps, afraid you'd fall and break your bones.

You didn't know if you should curse Dumbledore or actually thank him. Maybe Snape's company would actually cheer you up, or worsen your mood.

"Alohomora..." he muttered, letting you in first with a small nod.

You went further in, sitting down on the couch near the fireplace,and opposite Snape's armchair. It was like a ritual, most of your holidays you spent there. Severus would always make tea for both of you, and sit down by the fireplace. Some days were in comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company, and on some days you'd make small talk, or discuss many topics. But it never felt forced.

"Green tea, as always I presume?" he questioned, raising a brow.

"Yes, that would be lovely, thank you."

He nodded, turning the kettle on. You smiled, it was nice to have someone show a little bit interest in your well-being.

"How are the first years?" you asked, staring into the fire, pushing your hands out trying to warm them.

"Horrid. Not one brat knew what I would get if I added root of Asphodel to an infusion of wormwood.." he exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

"HA! Easy. Draught of Living Death." you shouted triumphantly.

"Precisely. Well done." he praised, smirking. You looked down, blushing madly. He knew it would lighten your mood a little bit.

"It couldn't be that bad though? I heard Jack got better in potions.."

Severus let out an annoyed sigh. "He just made the potion explode. Instead of cutting the Sopophorus bean while making Felix Felicis , he should've smashed it, brings out the juice more. Damn dunderhead .."

"Oof, well, next time I see him, I'll tutor him a little bit."

Severus handed you the tea, sitting on the armchair, taking a sip of his own one. You handed him the other half of the chocolate bar.

"Don't bother... How are your parents?"

You offered a weak smile. "Good, busy as always, but working for the Ministry is like that, so what can I say."

"How have you been lately, professor?" you questioned, looking into his eyes.

"I've told you many times before, call me Severus." he gave a small smile, making your heart melt instantly. "Good, although the holidays aren't my favourite, I prefer that muggle tradition called Halloween."

"Oh Merlin! Me too! Especially when the elves make pumpkin pasties and delicious cranberry punch." your laugh was like a beautiful melody to the dark-haired man.

"Ah, yes. Though the idea of scaring those isolent brats is just too tempting to pass." he smirked.

He frowned quickly. It threw you off a bit.

"I've noticed your grades getting worse. Minerva approached me before the christmas break. She worries about you, as do the other teachers. And I." he said softly. "You were always a top student. What changed?"

Tears welled up in your eyes for the milionth time. The teachers actually care? Professor McGonagall even came to Severus?

So lost in your thoughts you didn't realise Severus sat beside you, his worried gaze on you.

"I'm sorry.." you managed to whisper, before heavy sobs took over your body.

The cold man instantly took you into his warm embrance, caressing your soft hair, rocking you back and forth. Who would've thought that a man like Severus Snape would ever hug someone and try to make their every problem dissapear, because he cares so deeply. You really wreaked your way into his heart, that actually lied existed, but under many layers of thick walls.

"Shhh. It's alright. We're here, I'll help you as much as I can, and so will others. Don't worry." he promised.

You pushed your head into the crook of his neck, hugging him as tightly as he was you.

"Thank you.."

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LITTLE DO YOU KNOW PT. 12

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺." ━ 𝐉.𝐑.𝐑. 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

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word count: 6,844 [once again, unedited lol]

authors note: THIS IS IT!! the finale of my tyler seguin series– ‘little do you know!’ this series honestly started out as a little fic idea i wrote down in my notes app on a road trip this time last year. i didn’t think much would come of it and when i decided to post it on here, i figured it’d flame away. but yall literally took it to a whole ‘nother level and i love yall for that so so much. you’ve sent messages, reblogged, liked and it’s still mind-blowing to me. i’m so happy that you guys enjoyed this series as much as i’ve loved writing it– and while it saddens me that it’s over, i can’t wait to bring you guys more material. okok enough of my rambling, here’s the finale!

Don't trip, don't trip, don't trip

That was all that echoed through your mind the moment your name was called for you to receive your diploma. You hadn't even thought about that being a possibility until last night, at yours and Kennedy's joint graduation dinner, when your brothers brought up how funny it would be if the two of you face-planted in front of the huge crowd.

And when you crossed the stage with grace, taking in the cheers that followed your name as you stood beside the University President with your diploma in hand– you swore that this was the happiest moment of your life. When you got back to your seat and the rest of the names continued to get called, you couldn't help but spend that time, looking at your folder and thinking back on your last few months.

You rang in the new year at a team party hosted by the Stars organization that was attended by the team, the staff, and their friends and family. It was nice, coming off of an amazing Christmas spent with your family and being down in Dallas. You had left the city, days earlier in the worst amount of pain and dreaded having to come back to it once school started again. Yet being there, waiting for the ball to drop, surrounded by your parents, your friends and the Dallas Stars, was enough to make you forget all about that pain. And with Tyler on your arm, kissing you into the new year, you truly couldn't wait to see just what 2020 could bring into your life.

And if the Stars 4-2 Winter Classic win over Nashville wasn't a sign of the good that the Universe planned to come your way– well, you didn't want to think about that. You didn't believe it when everyone said that the months would fly by as soon as the spring semester started– but they truly had. Your classes had kept you busy during the day while working the Stars games kept you busy at night. You had kept true to your word, and both you and Kennedy had befriended Paisley– the three of you becoming close in just a short amount of time. When the All-Star break came and your many, many votes for Jamie to be one of the 'last men in' were ignored, Tyler offered you a spot on the trip.

It was one thing, knowing that he'd rather have spent that entire week with you somewhere, doing anything and everything but thinking about hockey. And being in St. Louis in the middle of winter didn't really scream 'yes, please!' But taking the weekend off away from school and supporting him and watching him do what he loves while inspiring all of hockey's next generation of players...was enough to make you want to go.

As the weeks went on, Dave and Craig let you take on more and more responsibility as you could, and ones that didn't require you needing the board certification that you were already planning to take. They gave you advice on applying to Masters programs and Craig, sometimes even let you take his place on the bench during games. It wasn't a frequent thing, maybe once or twice every two to three weeks– but it was still cool as hell.

When spring break rolled around, you and Kennedy rubbed it into the faces of your Stars friends, when you announced your spring break plans with Paisley. While most of them had been to Cabo once or twice before, it was a getaway most of them desired for since the toll of the season was starting to weigh them down. Before you knew it, finals week was here and then boom...graduation.

In the last five months, your entire senior year flashed right before your eyes– and the moments that stood out the most always had the most important people in your life.

Your friends.

Your brothers and er- adopted brothers.

And Tyler...and the puppers.

The sound of cheering knocked you out of your thoughts and you saw all of your classmates standing up around you. You followed suit, holding onto the diploma tightly as you looked around you. You couldn't wrap your mind around how four years had come to an end so quickly. All of the weekends, the study nights, the parties off campus– everything, your entire college experience had wrapped up in four hours. As the crowd began to disperse and everyone went in search of their families, you looked around for Kennedy and Paisley, heading towards the meeting spot that the three of you had designated beforehand.

The Texas heat practically slapped you in the face as you used your diploma as a way to block the sun. Leaning out by a pillar just outside the auditorium, your two friends swarmed you from either side, the three of you hugging and trying not to cry. Even though Paisley had come into your friend group so late, it was like she was a missing piece of your friendship puzzle that well, you never knew you needed. When the three of you pulled away from one another, it only took one passing look before you burst into laughter.

"Ugh, why are we like this?" Kennedy laughed, sniffling and wiping her cheeks.

"I'm just happy that I'm no longer in that arena. You'd think with as expensive as the tuition is, they'd have decent air conditioning." Paisley added on, taking off her cap and wiping at her forehead. She turned off to the side and nodded her head. "I see my family, but we're all still on for lunch, right?"

Kennedy and you nodded as she waved and walked off, disappearing into the crowd. You relaxed more against the pillar, looking at your surroundings once more. "I can't believe it's over."

"Oh God, don't you start that," Kennedy came up next to you and plopped back against the pillar. "Get out of your emotions, Y/N. This isn't the time, especially today!"

And she was right, today was not the best day to get all in your feelings and be sad about your college experience coming to an end. Today...or rather, tonight, was so much more important.

"THERE'S MY FAVORITE GRADUATE!"

You and Kennedy looked up to see Big Rig towering over the crowd of people as his frame practically parted the crowd. Kennedy's parents were drifting behind him, all smiles as Big Rig carried flowers in his hands. "Hi, favorite boyfriend."

You rolled your eyes as he picked her up and spun her around carefully, kissing her before placing her back down onto the ground. "Favorite boyfriend? Are you telling me you have more than one?"

"Eh, I forgot about what's his name for the weekends," she joked, standing on her tippy toes and kissing him again. "You're my number one, though."

He smiled and handed her his flowers before turning to you, "ah, my second favorite graduate and first favorite Benn!" He wrapped you up in a hug and lifted you off the ground. "Don't worry, I got you flowers as well." He put you back down and handed you the other bouquet he was carrying.

"Hey, the only one who brings her flowers is me!" You turned to see Tyler standing there all dressed up with a smile on his face. When you looked past him, you saw the rest of your group stopped and talking to Kennedy's parents.

"Hey now, I'm more than okay with receiving gifts," you smiled, as Tyler made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "But your flowers are my favorite."

He leaned in and kissed you, pulling away and tapping your graduation cap before bringing the bouquet in between the two of you. "There's a little gift in there too, from the puppers and I."

You looked down in the bouquet to see a black box with a small, red bow sitting in the middle of it. You picked it up and then looked back at Tyler with a raised eyebrow. "But Tyler, I just graduated college...I'm too young to get married."

The way his eyes bulged out of his head was enough to make you want to double over in laughter. When he registered the sarcasm in his voice, he rolled his eyes and nodded. "Haha, very funny, Y/N," he tucked the bouquet in the crook of his arm and nodded down at the box. "But just so you know, my proposal would be 100x better than this."

Your heart fluttered at the thought of Tyler proposing to you. Sure, you were nowhere near ready for marriage and neither was Tyler. And when you said it, it was a total joke. But the thought of it...was still a nice one. You looked back down at the box and lifted up the lid, revealing a stunning gold, heart-shaped locket. "Oh, Tyler..."

"Go ahead, open it." He smiled, nodding his head down at the locket before looking back at you. You pulled the necklace out of the box and opened the locket, revealing two pictures tucked on the inside. "Cassidy and Candace helped me cut out the pictures, I guess my first-grade arts and crafts projects proved that scissors and I don't go together well."

You smiled down at the locket, taking in the pictures Tyler had chosen. On the left, was a picture of the three goodest Seguin boys sitting at attention, all smiles and tongues. On the right, was probably your favorite picture you and Tyler had ever taken. It was at the family skate for the winter classic, the two of you had been skating around and having fun, and after beating Tyler in the first of many races, he had wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him– preventing you from skating away. You were laughing, trying to wrestle out of his grip as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, blowing raspberries and only making you squirm more. Kennedy had snapped the candid, right at the moment, you had turned to look at him with a smile on his face and seconds before he leaned in to kiss you.

Literally a picture-perfect moment.

"I got it engraved on the back too," he reached out and flipped the locket over, revealing the small engraving on the backside. "They're coordinates."

"Coordinates? But to where?" you smiled, running your finger over the numbers.

"Dallas," he nodded, pointing at the engraving just below that.

My favorite memories and more. I love you.

You looked down at the locket, continuously running your thumb over the small engraving as you tried to hold back the tears. It was incredibly sweet of him to do this. At most, you expected flowers– but not something as sentimental as this. Yet as always, Tyler was always giving you more than you expected or felt like you deserved.

"I love you." You smiled, finally looking up at him before handing him the necklace and turning around, holding your hair up. "Can you?"

He handed the flowers off to Big Rig before placing the locket around your neck. The moment he clasped it off and you felt the weight of the necklace rest right at your chest, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him. "I'm proud of you and I love you, Y/N. I hope you know that."

You nudged his nose with your own and smiled, "I know."

He hugged you closer to him, kissing you again until someone cleared their throat, interrupting the moment. "This is nice and all, but let me hug my sister, Seggy."

Tyler stepped away, taking the flowers back from Big Rig as Jamie, Jordie, and Jenn huddled behind him. Tyler and Jamie were back to normal, what happened over Christmas playing a huge part in it. Jamie, of course, had a few understandable ground rules: no extensive PDA in front of him and no discussing bedroom activities in the locker room, both of which you understood completely.

You were swarmed by your three older siblings, all three wrapping you up into a big hug and refusing to give you any air to breathe– but you were okay with it. You experienced a time where you knew that one of them had wanted nothing to do with you at one point, and you never wanted to experience that again. So this, lung crushing hug– was perfect.

"Okay, okay, give her some air you three," your mom said, swatting them away as yours and Kennedy's families group together. "Gosh, look at the two of you...college graduates."

"Yeah, honestly we never thought you'd make it here– OW!" Jordie said, glaring at your mom. "What? It's the truth? Don't you remember how homesick they were freshman year?"

"Oh yeah!" Jamie laughed, pointing at you and Kennedy. "Family weekend, you guys had an intervention with the two of them, telling them that they couldn't camp out in Kennedy's living room anymore on the weekends."

"And look how much gas money we saved on that," Kennedy's dad chimed in, wrapping his arm around her mom. "You girls sure have grown up these last few years...it makes us proud."

"Now about this Hawaii trip..." you smiled, looking at your two older brothers.

Jamie and Jordie looked at one another and Jamie shook his head. "I told you it wouldn't take her long to bring it up."

"Well, you're the one who ruined the surprise."

"Okay, but how was I supposed to know–"

"Boys, boys, boys," Kennedy said, walking over to the two older Benn boys. "Why argue, when you can give us the details on our extravagant, Hawaiian vacation?"

"Girls, we'll discuss it over lunch when we're with Paisley too, can the two of you wait that long?" Your mom asked, shaking her head.

"The lunch that four said big hockey players won't be at because they have to take a pre-game nap?" You smiled, standing up straighter. "Sounds great to me."

"Speaking of the game tonight, we're excited to see you guys play!" Kennedy's mom said, nodding at Big Rig. "Finally get to see the four boys we've heard so much about, in action."

"Please Mrs. Stewart, don't boost their egos any more than they already are." You teased, bumping into Tyler.

"Okay, okay enough talk! If we want to make our reservations we'll need to get some pictures done! Boys– er, boyfriends, you guys with the two girls first." Your dad directed, ushering the conversation forward.

Everyone cleared out in the circle as Big Rig and Tyler came to take a picture with Kennedy and you. Tyler stood on your right as Big Rig stood in between you and Kennedy, all four of you standing close and looking at the cameras, ready for the picture. "I'm kind of jealous of their hats," Tyler said, smiling through his words.

"I know, it's kind of depressing to know that our girlfriends are hotter and smarter than us, now."

"And you better not forget it," You added in, scrunching your nose as Tyler.

"Yeah, but after tonight, we'll be able to say that our boyfriends are the 2020 Western Conference Champions, so which is better?"

Tyler and Big Rig looked at each other and nodded their heads. "Hot girlfriends."

You and Kennedy nudged them both in the ribs before your parents made you take another picture.

❒❒❒❒

Your post-grad lunch surrounded by family and friends was exactly what you needed to take your mind off of the end of your undergrad years and especially, tonight. Jamie, Big Rig, Jordie, and Tyler weren't originally supposed to tag along, but never like to be left out, they opted to join your already huge lunch party. More than once, you often caught yourself slipping out of conversations and just looking around at the table, wondering just how you ended up in your current spot. You had two amazing girlfriends, their families, your own family, your siblings and of course, Tyler.

After the lunch had ended, your four hockey boys went their separate ways to prepare themselves for tonight's game. Jamie had offered up his place for everyone to relax before the game with the one rule that nobody bothered him the moment he went upstairs to take his nap. It was comical, watching him try to lecture the three pairs of parents on how important a pre-game nap was. So, all three families went to Jamie's place and settled down in the living room, mingling and talking about how excited they were to watch the game from the suite that Jamie, Tyler and Big Rig had gotten for the big group. You had chosen to let Tyler have his rest back at his place, deciding to tag along with your parents back to Jamie's house.

And that's when it happened. No sooner than you guys stepped foot into his front door, your mom practically spazzed out, "Oh shoot, I almost forgot!" She rushed into the kitchen, bringing back two envelopes for you. "These came in for you just before we left home. I meant to give them to you at lunch, but I forgot them here this morning."

"What are they?"

"Ooh, maybe it's cash. A million dollars perhaps, Mrs. B?" Kennedy joked, plopping down next to Katie on Jamie's couch.

"Oh no, that'd be a gift from her two loving brothers," your mom laughed, handing over the envelopes to you. "Go ahead, open them."

You took the envelopes from her and flipped them over, seeing two familiar emblems and names written in the top left corner of each. You looked at your parents with wide eyes and they both just smiled. "Do you think...?"

"Only one way to find out."

You took a deep, calming breath before opening the first envelope. You closed your eyes, unfolding the letter before opening it again and letting your eyes dwindle down the paper. "Oh my God...I got in," you let the letter fall from your face as you looked at your parents. "I got in!!"

"Where, where? Which one?" Kennedy cheered, springing off the couch as everyone maneuvered into the living room.

"Houston," you shook your head in shock. "I got into their Masters Athletic Training program."

"Oh God, please stop getting degrees," Jamie groaned, coming in from the kitchen with a water bottle. "It's bad enough you've already got a jump on us, but one more?"

"You can go to school too, Jamie," Katie replied, rolling her eyes. "Open the second one!"

"I bet you got into there too," Jennie smiled, taking a seat on the couch armrest.

"I doubt it," you sighed, looking at the second envelope. "It's USF. They're one of the top programs in the country."

"Well, you'll never know if you don't open it," Jamie replied, coming up by your mom. "And please do it soon, I need my nap."

You stared at the USF logo in the left corner, trying to feel the envelope as if you'd be able to tell it was a rejection letter without opening it. You had only applied to two programs– U of Houston and USF, with USF being your number one choice. Turning the envelope over, you ripped the seal and pulled the folded letter out. You stared at the back of the paper, trying to build the nerve to unfold the letter when you looked up and immediately made eye contact with Jamie.

He sighed and came over, holding out his hand for you to hand the letter over. You placed it in his hand and without hesitation, he unfolded it and brought it up to his face. You watched as his eyes skimmed over the letter, his face showing no sign of emotion. "Well shit," he sighed, sounding defeated.

"No? It's no isn't it?"

"No, it looks like I'll be seeing you in Tampa instead of Houston," he turned the paper around and smiled. "You got in."

Your eyes widened as you read the first word of the letter over and over again. 'Congratulations!' You looked up at Jamie and jumped into his arms. "I got in!"

He hugged you tight and spun you around a little as the rest of the group was all smiles and cheers. "I'm proud of you, kid. I know you've worked hard for this," he put you back onto the ground and handed over your letter. "And you've earned every bit of it."

You were in disbelief, you had actually gotten into both Masters programs. As you stared at your two letters, you couldn't help but feel incredibly proud of the work you'd put in your last four years of undergrad. And as soon as the cheers and voices of everyone around you faded out, the thought that had been lingering in the back of your mind since you applied for the programs, came forward.

If you went to USF...then what about Tyler?

❒❒❒❒

The atmosphere in the arena was insane, and why wouldn't it be? Tonight was the potential final game of the Western Conference Championship. Both of your brothers were playing tonight and the Stars were leading the series 3-0.

Needless to say, tonight was a very, very important night.

So important, that you hadn't even thought to tell anyone besides those who were at the house when you found out about your acceptance into the two masters programs. You figured that after the game was the best time to tell Big Rig and Tyler, not before they had one of the biggest games of their career. That, and it gave you a little more time to really consider what to do about choosing a program. USF was your number one choice and you only applied to U of Houston as a backup. But now that you've gotten into both, what the hell were you supposed to do?

You spent all of that quality pre-game relaxation time asking Kennedy and Paisley what they thought you should do. You and Tyler had just started officially dating only months ago and now there was a huge potential that you would be moving 15 hours away? How the hell would that affect your relationship? You didn't even want to think about that, because you had already almost lost Tyler once...you didn't want to risk it again.

But you wanted to go to USF, so badly. It was as if your brain and your heart were tugging you in two different directions. One being, that if you choose to go to USF for the next two years, your relationship with Tyler would be up in the air and fall apart as quickly as it had come together the first time. The other being, that you couldn't let a relationship dictate over what would be the best for you and your education. The battle inside of you was at such a high, but the moment that you walked into the training room and heard the chatter and laughter of the boys waiting to be helped, it was as if that was washed away and the real worry at hand took over.

As serious of a game, this was going to be, you'd never know it by the way the boys were in the training room or even down the corridors doing their pre-game stuff. You were immediately greeted with cheers and congratulations, followed by the 'smarty-pants' and 'nerd' chirps. But you loved every moment of it because it was coming from them and you knew that they meant it in a heartfelt way.

You were already finished with helping Big Rig and his stretches when Tyler had come in and requested you to tape his ankles, of course. You were already done with one when the door opened and Dave walked in with Craig behind him, both coming back from helping some of the guys out in the hallway.

"Y/N! We just heard!" Craig smiled, walking past as Jamie followed in behind home.

"You got into USF? Great job, kid! Their program is one of the best in the country," Dave added, coming to a stop by you and patting you on the shoulder. "And as a graduation present from Craig and I, you get to be with us on the bench today. Get a taste of the real playoff run stuff." He walked by and went to his desk, plopping down into his chair. "Also, if you have to do some more internship stuff down there, Tom Mulligan is a good friend of mine. I can see if I can get you one there if you'd like?"

"That'd be cool, thanks, Dave." You smiled, turning your attention back to Tyler's ankle as the guys around you cheered even more for you.

"What? You got into USF? That's awesome!" Tyler asked, bending his foot to get you to look up at him. "Wait, what's that? I've never heard of that school here..."

"That's because it's not in Texas," you took a deep breath, looking back down at his foot and mentally cursing Jamie for telling Dave and Craig. This is not how you wanted Tyler to find out, ideally...he'd find out eh...weeks from now. "It's in Tampa."

"But–"

"You're all done." Before he could say anything else, you finish wrapping his ankle and tap the tape, signaling that he's done. You went to stand up when Pavs called you over, asking if you could tape him too.

Tyler sat there on the table for a moment, watching you and still looking confused before finally hopping off, returning his heating pad and walking out of the training room. You could still feel the tension in your shoulders as you went on and helped Pavs and then a few more of the guys, and though Tyler wasn't in the room with you, it was as if you could still feel his gaze on you. When the training room cleared out the closer it got to warm-ups, you leaned back against a table and took a deep breath, letting it out seconds later and feeling yourself relax.

You weren't even playing in the game tonight and you were nervous. It felt a little weird, having both brothers having to play each other. Sure, they'd done it before during the regular season...but this was different. This was to get to the Stanley Cup Finals– and one brother would go, while the other one wouldn't. It made you anxious. You check your watch to see you have some time to grab a water bottle from the lounge before the game started and you left the training room.

No sooner than you stepped out of the room and started to make your way down to the lounge, were you then pulled away by your wrist and cornered by Tyler. "Jesus, Tyler," you sighed. "You scared me."

"Sorry, I just wanted to talk," he said, an arm extended out towards the wall and holding himself up. "So what's up? I can tell something's up with you."

"Really? Oh no, uh," you coughed, shaking your head. "It must be the nerves of being on the bench tonight."

He rolled his eyes, "nice try, but you've been on the bench before." He let his arm down and rested his shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. "Care to try again?"

"So, like...I applied to two schools, one here in Houston and the other...USF." You sighed, your shoulders collapsing as you caught sight of the locket resting just below the open collar of your polo. "USF is one of the top programs in the country and U of Houston was my backup...and I– I'm just trying to figure out where to go."

"Do you want to go to USF?" Tyler asked nonchalantly.

"Eh."

"Eh?" He laughed, standing up straight. "You just said it was your top choice, so obviously you want to go there. Why aren't you more excited?"

You huffed and crossed your arms, biting the inside of your cheek before looking at him. "Because it's in Florida, it's a two-year program, we just started dating and I–"

He tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow again. "And you?"

Defeated, you slumped back against the wall, staring back down at your shoes. "I don't want to leave us...you. I just–" you turned to him, uncrossing your arms and raising them halfway, only to let them drop back down at your sides. "This is new and I don't want to ruin it."

He opened his mouth to say something when Jamie's voice erupted from the hall. "Seggy come on, let's go!"

"Hey, Y/N, can you help me unpack this tape really quick?" Craig called out, moments later.

You sighed, looking back down at the floor when Tyler reached for your hand and squeezed it, causing you to look up at him. "We'll have to talk about this after the game, okay?" You nodded and he leaned in, kissed your cheek, whispered "congratulations," and then disappeared down the hall with your brother.

Okay, okay that didn't go as bad as you thought it would. Now it's just time to survive the game and maybe you'd end up surviving the 'talk' you and Tyler were going to have afterward....maybe.

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Never has there been a time where you wanted to throw a water bottle as a ref or a linesman's face, yet in this game, it was a constant need almost ever five minutes. You were agitated for both sides, really. Calls were being missed, penalties being blatantly ignored– God, it led you wondering how people even managed to survive playoff hockey. Even though you could feel your blood pressure rise with every play, there was no better feeling than being there on the bench and watching it all unfold in front of you.

Yeah, this is definitely what you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

You've been around hockey your entire life. Whether it was watching your older brothers play or even taking a shot at it yourself– hockey was a constant thing in your family. You've watched enough games in your 22 years of life that could fill an average person's full desire for hockey. But this, being there on the bench, knowing that you're the person that helps the players keep up with their performance and take care of their bodies– was a whole ‘nother thing.

It was a never-ending rush of adrenaline and you had Dave and Craig to thank for this entire experience. Why Craig decided to hang back in the training room and let you take his place on the bench, you had absolutely no idea. But you weren't going to complain, one bit.

Your eyes drifted up towards the jumbotron and saw the time remaining in the second period. there was only a minute left and the Stars still had a 2-1 lead. Dobby was a brick wall, you hadn't seen him play like this and his regular season stats were already fire. As time dwindled down and the shifts were changing you heard a whistle blow and play stopped. Dave looked at you and nodded his head. "You go to Jamie, and I'll go help, Klinger."

"Me?!" You squealed, holding onto the fanny pack rested around your waist.

"Yes, you– it's okay. Jamie's tough, probably nothing too serious." He replied, stepping out onto the ice as Rads helped him over.

You felt your heart begin to race as Bishop opened the door for you and you stepped out onto the ice. Big Rig was right there to help you over to Jamie and Tyler skated over soon after, making it a faster trip over to your brother. The adrenaline was surely pumping through you now as you quickly looked out into the crowd and saw the thousands of people surrounding you. "Oh wow," you gulped, holding onto the towel in your hand.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Big Rig laughed as they brought you to a stop in front of Jamie, who was pushing himself up onto his knees.

"What's up big boy?" You asked, looking down at your brother before crouching down on to the ice. He was bleeding on his forehead, just beneath his helmet. "Holy fuck you're bleeding!"

"Well yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what the red stuff is, Y/N." Big Rig chuckled, resting against his stick.

"I think the fucking puck nailed Klinger and ricocheted and hit me," he sucked in air through his teeth as he checked in on Klinger. When his eyes settled back on you he chuckled. "Wow, I guess they just send anyone out on the ice these days, huh?"

"Dave said it wasn't this serious, though!" You panicked slightly, bending down more to get a glimpse at his cut as you reached for the helmet. "This is why mom got the two of you visors for Christmas, you bonehead."

You examined the cut to make sure his helmet hadn't chipped and gone into the wound. You pressed the towel against his head as he laughed. "Shut up or I'll ask Craig to let me stitch you up too– that should be fun."

His eyes went wide at your suggestion, just as Jordie came to a stop by your group. "How's he doing doc? Is he going to lose a few brain cells?"

Oh, how the announcers for the game must be losing their minds– three Benn's on the ice in a Western Conference Championship game. Talk about social media gold.

"It wouldn't matter if he did," you said, nodding back down at Jamie. "I'd still be the smartest in the family."

Jamie groaned and started to stand up without you, but you kept the pressure on his forehead until he was fully standing and took over the pressure on his own. "Yeah, yeah, shut up the both of you."

You walked alongside him as Tyler and Big Rig followed you back, Jordie trailing not too far behind. When you reached the bench, Jamie walked back to the training room and you stepped back into the bench. "Looking good out here, Y/N. I guess the degree hasn't gone to waste, huh?" Jordie joked.

"Oh yeah," you laughed, tugging on our fanny pack and motioning towards the tunnel. "Putting good use to it all seven hours I've had it."

Jordie just winked as he skated off back towards his own bench, just as Dave and Klinger came off of the ice. Klinger looked fine, but since the period was ending soon, he was probably going back to get ahead of the crowd and get checked on. "Everything okay?" Dave asked, nodding his head down the tunnel.

"Oh yeah, just a cut. It doesn't need any stitches or anything, it can just be cleaned, if at most glued. But don't tell Jamie I said that, I already said Craig would let me stitch him up."

Dave threw his head back and laughed as the two of you turned towards the ice as play resumed. He crossed his arms, staring out at the ice before nodding ahead. "I meant what I said, Y/N. I can give you a recommendation to Tom. You've got the heart for this, the skills and you're a hard worker."

You bit the inside of your cheek, still unsure if you were even going to be in that area, though the offer was nice. "Can I get back to you on that?"

Dave nodded as the period came to an end and the players made their way down the tunnel. "Sure thing, kid. But I can tell you one thing, even just based on seeing you in the training room and then just now, you're a natural for this."

You stood there for a few moments longer, taking in the empty ice and the full arena. You took a deep breath and sighed as his words replayed in your mind.

'You're a natural.'

'You've got the heart for this.’

'The skills...'

You tapped your hand against the wall and smiled, before turning away from the ice and walking back down the tunnel.

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This couldn't be real.

You had to be fucking dreaming right now.

The Stars were headed to the Stanley Cup Finals and Tyler had scored the game-winning goal in the last shootout round, to send them there. The moment that the puck flew past Markstrom and the team erupted on of the bench, you felt like running onto the ice with them. Instead, you were attacked with a hug from Big Rig before he followed his teammates off of the bench and on to the ice. It was surreal, hearing the cheers erupt all around you.

It was almost deafening.

You couldn't stop shaking even as you watched the ceremony of the boys receiving their hats from the NHL and then the Clarence S. Campbell Bowl from the NHL commissioner. You wanted to cry when you saw Jamie lead the team over to get their picture behind it. Even by the time that everything had calmed down and the families were allowed to come on to the ice to congratulate their players, it still felt like it was a dream.

When you finally got onto the ice with your family, the whole thing was a big blur. It was like you hopped from picture to picture, congratulations leaving your lips time after time as your heart swelled with pride at what your team had accomplished. You were standing back, watching your parents snap pictures of your brother and Katie and relaxing, taking in the scene of the fans still cheering on the boys.

"Y/N! Y/N!" You looked to your left to see Candace and Cassidy both headed your way with big smiles on their faces. The three of you hugged as you looked around for Tyler, knowing that he was probably done taking pictures with his family.

"Can you believe it?" Cassidy smiled, holding onto your arm. "They're going to the Stanley Cup finals!"

"Who would've thought that our average player of a brother would be the won to score the game-winning goal that sends them to the finals, huh?" Candace joked, her eyebrows raising as she looked past you.

You turned to see Tyler making his way over to you and you felt your cheeks redden and your heart race. "I think that's our cue to leave, but come find us afterward! We want pictures." Cassidy smiled, squeezing your arm before pulling Candace away.

You laughed as they walked away just as Tyler had reached you. He was hearing his hat proudly on his head and had the grin you loved so much plastered on his face. "Well hey, there champio–"

Before you could even say anything, he sweeps you up into his arms and kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pouring every bit of love you had for him into the kiss before he pulled away, still holding you in his arms. "I want you to go," he huffed, out of breath.

"Huh?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

"To USF. I want you to go."

"But–"

"No, no buts." He placed you back down onto the ice and kept his arms around your waist, looking down at you. "This is your dream. That's the best program in the country and don't try to tell me different because I even heard Dave say it."

Your jaw dropped, still stunned at what he was saying. "But–" He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you sighed. "But I don't want to leave you..."

"We can hang out when we come to play Tampa. I can visit, you can visit and we have our summers." He took the hat off of his head and placed it down onto yours, adjusting it with a smile. "Besides, I'd be able to brag about how my smoking hot, and genius girlfriend got into one of the top athletic training programs in the country."

You felt your eyes brim with tears once again before you brought him back down and kissed him again. When you pulled away, you kept your eyes closed and your forehead pressed to his. "I love you."

"And I love you," he replied, kissing your forehead before pulling away from you and intertwining his fingers with yours. "Now come on, I need a picture with my lucky charm of a girlfriend and the Clarence S. Campbell bowl so I can post it on Instagram and brag about the both of you."

You threw your head back and laughed, as you tucked yourself further into his side, not even caring that you guys were surrounded by the press and the fans. "You're such a dweeb."

"Yeah, but I'm your–"

"Don't even say it, Seguin," you chuckled, looking up at him. He just tapped the brim of the hat on your head, knocking it partially over your eyes before giving you a wink and that childlike grin that was enough to bring the butterflies in your stomach alive.

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