#this is the same holiday party as in pt 1

[b14augrana]

Scrubber: Off-season

You go on vacation with all your teammates and the location is somewhere familiar to them

Barça Femení x teen!reader

Part of the Scrubber universe

pt. 2 masterlist

Warnings: none! just a long, cute fic 👼

A/N: scrubber content is back 💝 just a little filler / mini scrubber series while the next part to the actual series gets written slowly but surely. i’ll most likely write a part 2 if people want x

fridolinarolfo

→ Does anyone have vacation plans??!

ingrid_engen

→ no not yet 🫤

fridolinarolfo

→ Hellooooo where is everyone else

ingrid_engen

→ get active plz @/aitanabonmati @claudiaapina @/yourname @/alexiaputellas

Replied to fridolinarolfo

Does anyone have vacation plans??!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ anyways why did you ask about plans for the holiday? do you have any?

yourname

→ i dont have plans frido. omg do you wanna hang out??? 😋

patri8guijarro

→ I’m not doing anything

fridolinarolfo

Replied to yourname

i dont have plans frido. omg do you wanna h…

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ I have an idea 🙂‍↕️ How about we all go on vacation together? We can all decide on a place

❤️ 8

ona.batlle

→ That sounds fun 😍 Nobody be boring and say no!!!!

yourname

→ ona’s right it does sound fun i wanna do it plz 🐒

alexiaputellas

→ Where will we go

ingrid_engen

→ hmm any ideas guys? 🥴

claudiaapina

→ Ibiza so we can party 🔥🔥

alexiaputellas

→ No not with bebita around

👎 1

yourname

→ guys my friend said we should go to new zealand. i think she is biased bc she is from there but it looks like a nice place 😄

fridolinarolfo

→ I really liked New Zealand actually

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ I wish we stayed longer 🫠

ingrid_engen

Replied to fridolinarolfo

I really liked New Zealand actually

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ same!! it was such a nice place and the people were really sweet

❤️ 6

patri8guijarro

→ We should go to New Zealand on vacation 🤩

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ Me María and Clau didn’t go with you guys for the world cup so its our first time

yourname

Replied to patri8guijarro

Me María and Clau didn’t go with you guys f…

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ i haven’t gone there either PLZZZZZ can we go guys pleaseeeeee 🙏🙏🤞

alexiaputellas

→ I liked it there so if everyone else wants to then yes I think we should go 🙌🏼

❤️ 9 🔥 4 🎉 2

patri8guijarro

→ Barça on tour already??? 🤣

❤️ 7 😂 5

“I’m so excited for our break!” you exclaimed, skipping over to Alexia. The team was warming down in the gym after a training session, and you had all spent the entire day talking about your plans to go on vacation in New Zealand.

“I’m excited too. It’ll be nice to actually enjoy New Zealand, because we didn’t get much time during the World Cup,” Alexia said, walking at a steady pace on the treadmill. You leaned on the handle, nodding at her words, “I can’t wait. It looks so awesome, and my friend said it is awesome.”

“Who’s your friend?” the woman asked, looking at you with a small smile as you responded. “I met her in the park a few weeks ago — her name’s Ludo. She told me that she was born in Italy but lives in New Zealand, and apparently she’s studying here, in Barcelona. How cool is that?”

Alexia raised her eyebrows, a surprised expression on her face, “Really cool, and she’s right, New Zealand is awesome. I liked Auckland a lot. There’s a tall skyscraper in the city that lights up at night. Se ve precioso.”

“Hey, maybe next time we can go to Australia for vacation. Laia must have some friends at Arsenal that can give us some advice on where to go,” she added. Australia was another place you thought was beautiful. The beaches looked so… beach-y. They looked like the type of beaches you imagine when you hear the word ‘beach’, but Barcelona beaches weren’t too far off either in your humble beach-lover opinion.

"Are you two talking about the holidays?" It was Ingrid asking now, and she emerged from the other side of Alexia. You nodded, a smile on your face. "Yeah. I can't wait, it's literally all I've been thinking about, I'm so excited! I want to go to the beach and the city– Patri! Clau!" you yelled, beckoning to the women across the room, "We should go bungee jumping!"

Patri's face lit up. "I'll do anything that gives Ale a heart attack," she jeered, nudging Alexia gently as she stepped off the treadmill and wiped her forehead with a towel. "Cállate, tonto," Alexia laughed.

“I’m excited to try their coffee. I hope they’ve got a good coffee culture,” Ingrid said, earning a hum of agreement from Fridolina, another café enthusiast.

There were so many things to do, you couldn't keep up. When you and Irene got home, you immediately dashed to your room and flopped onto your bed with your notebook and laptop open, searching up and scribbling down a list of activities for you guys to do during your time in New Zealand. It ranged from bowling at an arcade to dining in a restaurant situated at the top of a skyscraper, so the options were endless.

Honestly, you were just happy to be going on holiday with your teammates. The destination didn’t matter.

Mateo stumbled into your room with his stuffed moose, Bombón, and climbed onto your bed, sitting politely beside you with his moose in his lap.

“Teo, me and Mami are going on holiday, so you and Bombón will be with Madre for a little bit,” you explained, earning a little nod from Mateo who pointed at your laptop screen.

“Es aquí donde vas?” he questioned, motioning to the photos on the website you had open. “Sí. Bonita, verdad?” Mateo smiled and replied with a little ‘Sí.’

“Nenita,” Irene yelled from the living room. You peered out of your bedroom as she spoke, “Can you text Fridolina and ask her how we’re booking the flight tickets?”

You nodded and retreated into your bedroom again, picking up your phone and opening iMessage.

yourname

→ @/fridolinarolfo how are we booking the tickets frido??

fridolinarolfo

→ 😅😅

patri8guijarro

→ Let’s take the Barça plane 🤣🤣

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ It’s there for a reason lol

claudiaapina

→ Barça plane or I’m not going 💯

fridolinarolfo

→ 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ I’ll ask Jona then

“Irene, Frido’s gonna ask Jona if we can take the big plane!” you said. She didn’t respond for a minute, but then she appeared at your bedroom door. “The Barça plane? The one with our faces on the side?”

You nodded once more, and Irene let out a laugh as she shook her head. “Claudia’s idea, or Patri’s?” she asked. “Patri’s, but Claudia did say that she’s not going if we don’t take that plane,” you giggled, showing her the texts on your phone. Two tiny hands grabbed ahold of you as Mateo braced on your arm and took a peek at your phone screen.

The next day, Alexia picked you up to take you to training while Irene dropped Mateo off at preschool. It was one of the last training days before the season ended, so there were some bittersweet feelings surrounding the next few days.

"I love being at work and I'm a bit sad because this season has been so good, a holiday only means it's finished,” Aitana said while you two sat down and used the foam rollers beneath your legs, “But pequeñita, the last time I went to New Zealand, all I wanted to do was win the World Cup, so I didn't do anything around the city because we weren't there for a holiday. Now that we have won it, I want to do as much as we can!”

Fridolina burst through the doors of the gym with a big smile on her face, her gym bag slung over her shoulder. “I just asked Jona about taking the Barça plane and…”

Everyone looked at her eagerly, waiting for the verdict.

“It’s a yes... but we have to pay for our own tickets since it isn’t for work.”

Claudia was the first to jump up and celebrate, followed by Patri and then everyone else. The tickets part didn’t matter, because you all got to sit together anyways.

“We’re going to New Zealand!”

After your training session, you all sat in a circle to do some stretches. The stretches part happened for maybe a minute, before you pulled a folded piece of paper out of your pocket and laid it out flat on the grass in front of you all. "I wrote down a bunch of things we can do in New Zealand. There's something for everyone, so don't worry about missing out on any cafés, Ingrid," you jeered.

Patri grabbed the paper and scanned it, a smile quickly appearing on her face. She passed it down to Claudia, and the paper made its way around the circle before ending up in the middle again.

"I want to have dinner at the skyscraper restaurant," Alexia said, her eyes lighting up as she spoke about it. A few people hummed in agreement, including you.

Claudia scoffed and shook her head, "The first thing we're doing is going to the theme park. Look forward to dinner at dinnertime!"

"You look forward to dinner at breakfast time."

"Okay, shut up Mapi."

"What about the trampoline park? You guys are totally ignoring the trampoline park!" Patri exclaimed, flailing her hands in the air. Alexia laughed and leaned back on her arms, "Yeah, because a group of grown women are allowed to be in a trampoline park with little kids. We'll crush them!"

"Not if we rent the whole place out," Patri winked, making Alexia raise her eyebrow. "Imagine that! A trampoline park, all to ourselves."

Alexia shook her head, laughing once more, "That wouldn't be too bad. At least you three could be clowns and not hurt anyone's kid," she remarked, motioning to you, Patri, and Pina, all of which made faces at her.

"It would be way cooler to hire the theme park for the night. No lines, unlimited turns, and we wouldn't need to wait forever for food," Claudia responded.

"We should go to the beach!" Ingrid chimed, pointing at the sheet of paper. That was something everyone could agree on; a nice day at the beach, soaking up the sun. There was nothing quite like the Barcelona sun, but you could at least see if the New Zealand sun came close to comparing.

“(Y/N), come on!” Alexia yelled from the living room, rolling her suitcase along the floor. You groaned, currently in the middle of trying to zip your own luggage up. “I’m almost done!”

You sat on top of your suitcase, desperately trying to push it down, and eventually, you finally managed. With a sigh of relief, you quickly zipped it up with one hand while the other kept pushing it. Alexia appeared at your door, sticking her head through the gap, “Have you got it, Chiquita?” You nodded, heaving the suitcase off your bed and onto the floor with a thud as you smiled proudly. “All done!”

"I logged into Hay Day for you, because I knew you'd be busy and forget," Alexia added, a smile of her own now gracing her features as yours simply widened. "Graciés, Ale!" you exclaimed, wheeling your suitcase forward. You stopped at the door as Alexia pulled you into a hug and placed a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Are we forgetting anything?" she asked, walking with you to the living room, and you thought about it for a moment before shaking your head with an unsure expression, "I don't think so..."

“Wait!”

You ran back into your room quickly, skidding around the corner. Alexia could hear you rummaging around for something and mumbling, ‘Where is it’ and, ‘Mierda’ before you emerged from the room empty handed. She looked down at your feet and laughed when she saw the navy blue house slippers on your feet, paired with the Barça socks you were already wearing.

“Don’t laugh, you don’t understand how nice they are,” you grumbled, brushing her off as she laughed even harder.

The pair of you walked out of Alexia’s apartment with your suitcases in hand, and you took the elevator down to the car park. There was a brief silence in the elevator for a moment, but the urge got the best of you and you began making faces at Alexia in the mirror.

You returned to a normal expression when she suddenly looked at you with her eyebrow raised, and you glanced back at her like she was crazy for being suspicious of you. Once she turned back around, you continued making stupid faces in the mirror while she wasn't looking.

The antics didn't stop when she eventually caught you; instead, Alexia joined in, poking her tongue out at you in the mirror until you both were going back and forth making silly faces at each other for the rest of the elevator ride. Soon, the empty car park was filled with the sound of laughter as the pair of you exited the elevator, stumbling over your own two feet from laughing too hard while you walked to her car.

She unlocked the car and you both hauled your suitcases into the trunk with a grunt. "Dios mío, it wasn't this heavy before..." Alexia mumbled, pulling the trunk lid down before strolling to the driver's side.

You nodded in agreement, letting out a slightly exasperated sigh as you sunk into the passenger seat.

"I can't wait until I can drive," you remarked, buckling your seatbelt. "When that happens, you owe me about... 1,000 car rides," Alexia teased, buckling her own seatbelt as she glanced at you with a small smile. You rolled your eyes, seemingly annoyed at her words, but the smile on your own face told other tales.

You wound down the window a bit, filling the car with fresh air as you emerged out of the car park and traversed the streets of Barcelona. "Are we picking anyone else up?" you inquired, and she shook her head.

"We were going to pick up Irene, but Lucia said she'd drop her off at the airport," Alexia responded, and you acknowledged her words with a little 'oh'.

"Want anything to eat, Chiquita?" Alexia asked, glancing at you for a sliver of a second. You contemplated her question carefully, hesitating every time you thought you had an answer, until eventually you came up with a nod of your head. "I'm craving an almond croissant, you know the ones?"

The blonde nodded her head, knowing exactly what you meant. It only took a few turns before Alexia pulled over in front of your favourite pastry bakery. "Vale, I'll be 2 minutes," she notified, opening her car door and shutting it behind her as she headed for the entrance of the bakery.

Shortly after, she returned with a brown paper bag in hand and a smile on her face. Opening the car door once again and sitting down in her seat, she handed you the bag. Immediately, the sweet aroma of a fresh-out-the-oven, icing sugar-dusted, almond-garnished croissant graced your nostrils. "Graciés, hermana," you thanked her, a smile akin to hers on your face.

"Want a bite?" you asked, offering the warm pastry to her as she merged back onto the main road. She took a little nibble, mumbling a thanks in between her bite. As soon as she straightened herself up, you brought your croissant back to your mouth and took a massive bite, savouring every moment spent with icing sugar on your face. ‘It adds to the experience,’ you thought.

The last bites were consumed at an agonisingly slow pace. You wanted to savour the almond-y goodness, but you also wanted to wolf it down and quit stalling — you were conflicted. Would New Zealand have such nice almond croissants? Probably not, but you’d never know unless you tried!

The prospect of more almond croissants in New Zealand got you through the last few bites without having to mourn the pastry, and before you knew it, the airport was coming into sight.

Travelling wasn’t a new concept for you; in fact, you had lived abroad in France before. You couldn’t say why, but you did for two years (give or take a few months), and some would call it a miracle that Lyon didn’t pick you up before Barcelona did.

You hated living in France anyways. It was pastry heaven, of course, but it was not Vidić lover heaven. They were all about Zidane and Henry, not a single word about Vidić. It was understandable, but still, not cool.

Also, the amount of pigeons freaked you out.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you pulled it out, already knowing who it was. Alexia’s buzzed too, but as she rummaged around for it, you had already opened the message, so she just looked at your screen.

claudiaapina

→ Where are you all

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ Deja de ser perezosa hermanas 🙄

patri8guijarro

→ Don’t listen to her we just got here because someone @/claudiaapina wanted to stop and pet someone’s dog 🖕🏻🖕🏻

claudiaapina

Replied to patri8guijarro

Don’t listen to her we just got here because s…

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ Cállate cerdita

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 💩 1

fridolinarolfo

→ I’m here with Aitana we’re just getting a bite

yourname

→ me and ale just got here 😆

lucybronze

→ I’m with Ona in the lounge 🥴

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ I saw Marta dragging Caro to the duty free though 🤣🤣

graham95

→ Be quiet Lucy I saw you kicking a vending machine earlier 😒

ingrid_engen

→ im here with maría now

yourname

→ i see irene 🥳🥳🥳🥳

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ bye guys me and ale will see you inside 🥸

You switched your phone off, shoving it back into your pocket as Alexia spoke with a smile. “This is going to be a fun trip.”

You nodded, your face contorting into a smile of your own as you unbuckled your seatbelt. “Let’s grab our stuff and go to Irene,” you said eagerly, jumping out of the car and rushing to the trunk, pushing up the lid so you could lift your suitcase out slowly.

You wheeled it around the side of Alexia’s car before abandoning it and breaking into a sprint towards Irene, but you were actually heading for Mateo who was toddling along behind her. You swooped him into your arms, and Irene bore an affectionate smile as she watched you carry him.

“Pequeño, I’m gonna miss you!” you said, placing the toddler back down. He latched onto your leg, hugging it tightly, and you ruffled his hair. “I’ll bring you back a friend for Bombón, I promise,” you added, giving Mateo one last hug before picking him up once more and handing him to Lucia. Irene gave the two one last hug goodbye, and then put an arm around your shoulder while her other one held the handle of her suitcase.

Alexia wheeled your luggage back over to you, and held her own in her other hand. “Ready to go?” she asked you and Irene, who both nodded.

“Let’s go!”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

[munsonsmixtapes]

Lost Number pt. 2

Summary: continuation of Lost Number pt. 1

Here’s part 1 if you missed it!

Word count: 17k

CW: making out, hair pulling

Halloween Party, Brooklyn, 1991

You hadn’t seen Eddie in over a year. You hated that you were still upset about it, but you were. You told him not to be a stranger and he said some of the nicest things you ever heard, promising that he would see you again only for you to never get a call or even a single fucking beep. Sure, you had only spent that one night together, but you thought that you meant more to him than that. Maybe that was his thing, pulling people in with his sweet words and loving touches just to get what he wanted and kick them to the curb after he was done.

It didn’t matter anyway. You were doing pretty well for yourself after your break up with Chris. You had gotten a nice job as a makeup artist, you moved into an apartment with some friends you made, and you had even gotten yourself a therapist and were finding it very helpful. You were living your best life if you were being honest.

Your friends had dragged you to a Halloween party which you were actually excited for with Halloween being your favorite holiday and all. You loved dressing up and being a different person for a change. The mother of the group, Sheila, had decided that all four of you were going to go as vampires. Sexy vampires to be specific. You had bought the sexiest outfit you could find, hoping that it would help you be able to take someone home. You just had to get over Eddie as much as it hurt to move on.

You had been there for what felt like hours and honestly couldn’t wait to go home. None of the men there had been your type in the slightest. They were all frat bros and had made it very clear that none of them were interested in you. Of course they weren’t. That would have meant that they actually had to be considerate and they were far from it.

You sipped on your punch that definitely had too much alcohol in it and debated on calling a cab to take you home. Your friends were having fun because of course they were. They were all conventionally attractive and somehow knew the magic words to get men into bed. The words that you somehow had no idea about. You weren’t insecure about your body in the slightest, but moments like that really made you realize just how much people who looked like you were discriminated against.

You looked around the room one more time and your eyes widened as they locked on the familiar head of curly hair. He wasn’t there. He couldn’t be. He was on tour (you definitely hadn’t looked him up.) and their next stop was…New York. Fuck, it really was him. There, in the flesh and not a figment of your drunken imagination. His face lit up at the sight of you and you were quick to move to the kitchen, hoping he would get the hint that you didn’t want to see him.

He followed after you, somehow meeting you in the kitchen, the two of you getting there at the same time despite him having been all the way across the living room. You looked at him as he stood across the island, his hands resting against it. He looked good. Too good, almost. He had dark eyeshadow around his eyes and a dark grey color contoured his cheeks. He also had a little red line trickling down from his mouth and a pair of white fangs hung from his teeth. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt with long ruffles that stopped at his chest with a dark red vest over it. He looked so fucking good and if you had still been in contact with him, you would have taken him to the nearest empty room and had your way with him.

“Sweetheart!” He called out, rounding the island to pull you into a hug. You put your hand out to stop him, a disgusted look making its way upon your face. How could he act like that when he hadn’t bothered to call you or even message you after all this time? Maybe all rockstars were just too good to be true.

“Don’t talk to me,” you spit and Eddie stepped back, surprised by the tone of your voice. He honestly thought you’d be happy to see him, but apparently he had missed something. Typical Eddie, always out of the loop.

“Angel, what’s-“

“Don’t call me that,” you pointed at him. “You don’t have the right to after you ignored me for over a year.” Ignored you? He hadn’t done anything of the sort. In fact, he had thought about you every day since he let you take his car. You had taken up every space of his brain and it was killing him that he had no way of contacting you.

“I didn’t-“ he cut himself off, trying to gather his thoughts. “I didn’t ignore you. I lost your number.”

“How’d you do that?” You put your hands on your hips, anger very evident on your face. He hated that he found you so hot in that moment. He was always admiring how attractive you were at inappropriate times, it seemed.

“It smudged when we…you know. I guess eyeliner wasn’t the best writing utensil.” He couldn’t believe that you would actually believe that he would just not call you when he promised that he would. He had every intention of doing so when he got back to his room. He had grabbed the phone, all giddy and his face fell when he realized that eyeliner had completely disappeared. He should have written it down when he had a chance.

“I guess not,” you shrugged, not even sure why you were still talking to him.

“You really believe I wouldn’t have called you if I could have?” You honestly didn’t know what to believe. You didn’t even know him so who were you to think that he was sweet just because that was the side of himself he decided to show you? You were convinced that it had been one of his tricks.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I would’ve. I would’ve called you every day. I wanted to. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. You have to know that.” He was actually telling the truth. There wasn’t a moment that passed where he wasn’t thinking about you and what you were doing. Not a moment where he wasn’t thinking about how much he fucking missed you. It was actually getting kind of pathetic.

“I don’t know anything, actually. I know nothing about you, Eddie. You could be lying to me for all I know.” He could have been, but he wasn’t. Eddie may have been many things, but he definitely wasn’t a liar. When he said something, he meant it.

“But I’m not,” he licked his lips, stepping closer to you. You only stepped back, keeping space between the two of you. “Can we talk,” he looked around the house for a moment before turning back to you. “Alone?”

“Why would you think that I’d go anywhere with you? Why don’t you call one of your groupies to talk to you? I’m sure they’d be glad to.” With that, you turned on your heel and fled the kitchen to find your friends. You couldn’t hear another word of his bullshit. He could try that on someone else, but you definitely weren’t going to fall for it.

“(Y/n),” he called after you. “(Y/n)!” He yelled over the loud music, hoping that you could hear him. Just when he thought he lost you, you whipped around to face him, anger very evident on your face.

“Get fucked, Munson.” A beat passed before you spoke again. “Or I guess you already have. Multiple times.”

“Angel,” he reached for your hand, but you snatched it away. “I haven’t slept with anyone since that night.” He really thought you were going to believe that? Maybe a few years ago you have fallen for it, but you were a different woman now.

“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot?” Clearly he did if he thought you were going to believe something like that. “You expect me to believe that you haven’t slept with anyone in over a year? Bullshit.”

“(Y/n), I’m not joking. If you don’t believe me, ask Gareth.” Why would you have believed a complete stranger? Especially a friend of Eddie’s? He was clearly biased so there was no point in even asking.

“I don’t need to because I don’t care, Eddie. Go and fuck whoever you want. I’m over you.” You turned your back to him again and this time he let you go, watching you walk away from him, knowing that you’ll probably never want to see him again.

You found your friends who were all on the couch and Elodie offered you a shot which you gladly downed, trying to not watch Eddie out of the corner of your eye. You wanted to believe him but you just couldn’t. You really wanted to hear his voice. You wanted to talk to him about your day and laugh with him until the early morning.

You turned back to your friends when you knew he was looking and they all were giggling about something. What, you didn’t know. You laughed along, just wanting to be included. You really needed to get out of your head.

“Let’s dance,” Hannah suggested, grabbing your hands and pulling you from the couch. “You’re too hot to be pouty tonight.”

“You guys,” Sheila pulled the three of you into a circle. “I swear I saw Eddie Munson in the foyer.”

“What the fuck,” Elodie replied, her mouth agape. “Are you serious?”

“I mean I haven’t had that many drinks, so I think so.” You hadn’t told your friends that you had slept with Eddie. You knew that they wouldn’t have believed you so you kept quiet about it. When they had initially asked you what was wrong you had only told them about Chris and they helped you through it. There was no fucking way that you were ever going to tell them about Eddie. It was your little secret and you were taking that shit to your grave.

The other two girls turned to look and you couldn’t help but think about how obvious they were. Eddie caught sight of them and gave them a little wave before turning back to the person he was talking to. They all let out little squeals and the four of you headed to the makeshift dance floor.

You caught sight of Eddie yet again and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you so you decided to have some fun. You were moving in a way that you didn’t usually, but you were trying to…you didn’t actually know what you were trying to do. You were just trying to rub salt in the wound. Showing Eddie exactly what he was missing. You were going to make him regret ever hurting you.

You ran your hands all along your body, closing your eyes as you did so. Images of Eddie’s hands on you flashed in your head. You remembered exactly what they felt like, rough in feeling but gentle in action. He had been so caring and sweet. What happened?

Just as he was getting interested in watching you, you turned to your friends and danced with them, Eddie completely forgotten. He couldn’t see you anymore from where he was standing and leaned over, trying to get a better look at you. You just looked so fucking hot with your red corset that showed off your cleavage nicely and your skirt that had a slit on each side that gave him a great view of your thighs that he personally thought was your best asset.

“I think someone’s interested in you, (y/n),” Hannah pointed behind you and you didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. You did anyway to humor them and Eddie gave you a wink when your eyes met his.

“Yeah right,” you scoffed and hoped that you were convincing enough. You be damned if Eddie actually thought you’d give him another chance. Or even if one of your friends went after him. You couldn’t let that happen. They were all too good for him.

“He won’t stop looking at you,” Elodie added. “You should go talk to him.”

“No way,” you shook your head. You were nothing if not stubborn.

“C’mon. You only get one chance to fuck a rockstar.” She was right, but you had already been there, done that. Well, sort of. You even still had the t-shirt that Eddie had insisted that you keep buried in the back of your closet. You couldn’t get yourself to get rid of it despite the fact that you had convinced yourself that you hated him. You didn’t think you could’ve hated him if you tried. You were just hurt.

“That’s true,” you nodded. “But I don’t think I’m his type.” That couldn’t have been the furthest from the truth. In fact, at that point, Eddie would have considered you the only person to be his type. He wanted just you and that was it. He supposed now that he was just going to end up alone.

“His type is anyone hot and you definitely are so get your ass over there and give him your number.” Technically it wasn’t your phone; the four of you shared it.

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Not happening.” He already had a chance to call you so you didn’t think he deserved another. That ship had sailed a long time ago.

“You’re never shy, (y/n). Does Eddie intimidate you?” Elodie teased, nudging your shoulder with hers.

“No, he-“ you almost told them the real reason why you didn’t want to talk to him, but thankfully Hannah cut you off before you could.

“Fine, then I’m gonna go talk to him for myself.” Hannah pulled her corset down a bit to show off some more cleavage before heading over to the singer. Your blood ran hot as you felt jealousy rise in your body as you watched one of your best friends with the man you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for over a year.

Eddie watched Hannah approach him and he really hoped that she wasn’t going to hit on him, especially in front of you. He wanted you to know that he was into you and only you.

“Hi,” he greeted and he let out a breath, noticing that she wasn’t acting flirty in the slightest. He always felt bad letting people down when he wasn’t interested.

“Hi,” he nodded awkwardly. What was the protocol for talking to a girl who you weren’t interested in? That was usually the only reason why he even talked to most people at things like that. But since he was set on not taking her home, he wasn’t sure what to say.

“So, my friend (y/n) is a little shy,” she nodded her head towards you. Hannah didn’t miss that Eddie’s eyes lit up at that. “And she wanted me to give you her number.”

“Oh,” he tried his best to be nonchalant but didn’t think he was that convincing. “Sure.” Hannah grabbed a napkin from the table behind him and scribbled down the phone number and your name and handed it to him.

“Cool, thanks,” he nodded. “You’re a good friend.”

“I know,” she nodded before heading back over to you and the other girls. Eddie tried his very best not to scream as loud as he could in excitement that he had finally gotten your number on something that he couldn’t lose so easily. That he wouldn’t be making the same mistake. He couldn’t lose you twice. He really couldn’t.

You watched Hannah and Eddie’s interaction and hated that you wished it had been you. Your blood was hot and jealously was rushing through you. You hated that you were jealous of seeing her with him. You were over him. At least that was what you were telling yourself.

“So it looks like you were successful,” you spoke up, your tone a little too bitter for your liking. You were never very good at hiding your jealousy.

“Oh, I was,” Hannah winked at you. “Very.” You didn’t know what she was winking at your for, but whatever the reason was beginning to piss you off.

“Good for you, Han. Hey, we should take a picture, you know, to remember this night,” Sheila suggested. There was nothing about that night that you wanted to remember. Your one night stand from over a year ago showed up out of nowhere and now one of your best friends had given him her (technically yours too) number and now he was going to call and ask for her and there was a chance that you were going to pick up. Maybe you’d avoid being at home for long periods of time, at least for a little bit.

“Yeah,” Elodie nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m down,” Hannah agreed.

“(Y/n?)” Sheila asked as the three turned to you for approval.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Sure.” You really weren’t in the mood for a picture but you just couldn’t say no to the girls, especially when they had done so much for you, the big one being letting you live with them.

“Fantastic!” Sheila pulled her Polaroid camera out of her purse. She was always bringing that thing everywhere and was always able to get some great pictures that captured some of your best memories that hung on the fridge in the apartment you all shared.

“Hey,” Elodie spoke up. “You should have Eddie take it,” she turned to Hannah. Hannah was going to protest, but Sheila spoke before she could.

“That’s a great idea! Imagine having a Polaroid taken by the Eddie Munson!” Sheila squealed. She didn’t listen to metal music like the rest of you but she did think Eddie was hot and you didn’t think you could fault her for that since she was right.

Hannah made eye contact with the singer and waved him over. He made a beeline for her and you felt the urge to fake a stomach ache so you could get the fuck out of there. It was too painful to watch them.

“Eds, can you take a photo of us?” They were using nicknames, now? That was what you had called him and now she was using the name like it was second nature. God, you were going to be sick.

“Yeah, sure.” Sheila handed him her camera then stood next to you and you wrapped an arm around her and Elodie while Hannah stood to Sheila’s left. Eddie set up the camera and took the picture. The five of you watched it print from the top of the camera and Eddie set it down on the coffee table that was beside him so it could develop.

“Thank you so much,” Sheila thanked him. “I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Oh, it’s no bother,” he shook his head, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his hands.

“Would you be able to take a picture with us? If that’s alright.”

“I’d be honored,” he smiled, showing her his teeth. How could you be mad at him when he just looked so fucking cute? Fuck his stupid smile and his stupid curly hair, and his stupid pretty brown eyes. You hated that after all this time you were having to stay strong. He was just such a nice guy and you knew that what had happened with your phone number was mostly your fault for using eyeliner on his hand instead of a pen on a napkin or paper. But being mad at him made it feel like more his fault than yours and you didn’t want to take the blame. But you also didn’t like blaming him for something that wasn’t his fault. Maybe you were just afraid of getting close to him because of your history with Chris. Eddie wasn’t like Chris in the slightest and deep down you knew that. But Chris had been the same way before that switch flipped so this was just your way of protecting yourself.

“Great. You can stand between Hannah and (y/n).” Just your fucking luck. Eddie passed the camera off to Gareth who just so happened to be next to him and Eddie stood between Hannah and you just like Sheila had told him to. His arms went around both yours and Hannah’s waist and he turned to you to gauge your reaction before snaking his arm around your waist as well. You could feel like his eyes on you as you reluctantly smiled for the picture even though there was nothing to smile about.

Gareth snapped the picture and you all waited for it to print. Eddie set it next to the other one that had fully developed and Sheila was quick to grab it and show it to the rest of you.

“We all look so hot,” Elodie commented. “This is definitely fridge material.” Of course it was. Every single picture that you had ever taken together had been deemed refrigerator material.

“Agree,” Hannah added with a nod.

“I think Eddie’s just really good at taking pictures,” Sheila looked over at him. His face heated up at her compliment and you didn’t miss the flirty tone in Sheila’s voice. She handed the Polaroid to him and he looked at it longer than he probably should have. His eyes were only on you as he stared down on it. Goddamn did you look good. All of your friends were pretty but he definitely thought that you overshadowed them. He thought you stood out, like there was a spotlight shining down at you at all times. You were his siren and he didn’t mind being lured to his death.

“That’s really nice,” he said, handing the photo back to Sheila.

“Thank you. It helps that we’re all really hot. Especially (y/n), which you already knew.” Eddie’s cheeks were now a bright shade of pink and so were yours. Your friends loved to embarrass you the first chance they got.

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded. “Can’t take my eyes off her.” You eyed him and didn’t miss the smirk on his lips. The lips you could still recall the taste of. They were smoky because of all the cigarettes but also sweet for some reason you couldn’t figure out. But you liked it even though you despised the smell and taste of tobacco. You liked it because it was him.

“Oh, we know,” Elodie responded. “And we totally don’t blame you. (Y/n) is a total knockout.” Your cheeks were now burning and you were hoping that they would all shut up. They were just trying to gas you up in front of Eddie, laying it all in a little too thick.

“You’re definitely right about that.”

“I think the Polaroid’s ready if you guys want to take a look.” Sheila picked the picture up from the coffee table and you all crowded around it to get a glimpse. It got passed around the group, everyone commenting on how good it was and eventually got to you. Your eyes immediately went to Eddie and noticed that he had been looking at you in the photo. If anyone saw the picture, they would have thought that he was convinced that you had hung the moon with the way he was looking at you. You were beginning to think that maybe he was telling the truth. Even if he was, he’d have to try harder than his flirty game.

You handed the photo back to Sheila and headed back to the kitchen to get a drink. To your surprise, Eddie stayed put, only giving you a longing glance when you looked back at him as if he was begging you to ask if to come along. You weren’t going to give in that easily.

You poured yourself some vodka and decided to pour another cup for Eddie before you could stop yourself. Maybe you were being a little harsh. Maybe you should have heard him out. Maybe it wasn’t too late and you could reverse the damage that you had created earlier in the night.

“Hey, (l/n),” you heard that familiar voice behind you and you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Derek had been trying to get into your pants for months now and that night, you were very close to just letting him have his way with you just to get it over with. “Looking very slutty tonight.” You rolled your eyes at his comment, knowing that he definitely thought it was a compliment when it very much was not. You turned to him and gave him a glare and he eyed the cups you were holding.

“Who’s that for?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You should have told him that it was actually for Eddie and that he should get lost. You should have, but you didn’t.

“You,” you handed him the cup and he took a sip, not even fazed at the fact that he was drinking straight vodka.

“Thanks, kitten,” he winked before taking another sip. “That’s real sweet of you.”

“No problem.” You looked at his ridiculous Terminator costume he was wearing. It was only ridiculous because he hadn’t seen either movie; you had heard him tell one of the other partygoers earlier in the night. Guys like him usually weren’t your type, all ripped and tall. You liked guys who were skinny and scrawny and were quick witted with curly hair and brown eyes. You liked Eddie, but you had fucked everything up with him so you were going to settle for fucking Derek.

You grabbed Derek by the back of his neck and roughly pressed your lips to his. Your cups were abandoned on the kitchen island and his hands found your hips while yours wound their way into his hair. His tongue found its way into your mouth and you managed to back him out of the kitchen.

“Room?” You asked as you backed him into the hallway.

“You finally gonna let me fuck you good, kitten?” You almost threw up at the nickname and decided that you could only continue if you put the whole “kitten” thing to rest.

“If you stop calling me that,” your hands moved down to his arms.

“Sure,” he nodded. You were surprised he had agreed so easily, but he had clearly been desperate since most women you knew wouldn’t have touched him with a ten foot pole.

“Call me angel, okay?” You knew it was wrong to have him call you by Eddie’s nickname for you, but you couldn’t help it. You needed to hear it again, even if it was from Derek’s mouth.

“Angel,” he repeated and it sounded so gross when he said it. It didn’t roll off his tongue like it did Eddie’s. It was like nails on a chalkboard, almost as if he was saying an offensive slur.

“That’s it, baby,” you replied, attaching your lips to his again. “Where’s your room?”

“Just here,” he opened the door to your right and you pushed him inside, slamming the door behind you. You stripped him of his jacket and threw it off to the side. You then removed his shirt before turning your back to him. He pressed kisses to your shoulder as he unlaced your corset and he was taking a little too long for your liking. He sucked on your neck and you couldn’t help but think about Eddie and all the things his tongue could do. Your corset fell to the floor and you turned around to face Derek again. He sat down on the bed and you straddled his waist.

“Shit, angel, they’re even better than I imagined,” he stared at your breasts and you almost wanted to cover yourself back up.

“Really?” You felt so disgusted that he had been imaging what you had looked like naked even though you were definitely turned on by it with literally anyone else.

“Yeah,” he reached up and squeezed them. “Are they real?”

“Would it matter if they weren’t?” You knew it did matter in his opinion, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“It would mean that you were a fake bitch.” You almost asked him to repeat himself. Since when did a woman having fake boobs make her any less real? You couldn’t believe you had gotten yourself into a situation that you were so desperate that you were going to fuck Derek.

“Believe me, baby, they’re one hundred percent real.” You played it off but you actually wanted to hurt him. Why were you doing this? What were you trying to prove? Were you really that in need of feeling that kind of pleasure?

“Yeah,” he nodded, giving them another squeeze. “I can feel it. Absolutely no silicone here.” It took everything in you to not leave in that moment, but you were curious if he was good in bed but figured that he probably wasn’t.

“Are you going to fondle my tits all night or are you going to fuck me?” You couldn’t believe you had to ask. He was behaving like a teenage boy and you hated how immature he was.

“Sorry, babe. You’re just so hot.” His lips were on your neck, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your skin as he moved his way down to your breast, running his tongue over your nipple. He began to suck on it before bringing it between his teeth, giving it a little tug.

“Oh, Eddie,” you let out a moan and all of the pleasure was quickly put to a halt as Derek pulled away from you. You couldn’t believe that you had done that. You just wanted to have some meaningless sex to get over Eddie and here you were moaning his name. What the hell was wrong with you?

“Who the fuck is Eddie?” You had fucked up for the second time that night and it was all because of Eddie fucking Munson. Couldn’t you have just one mindless fuck without him entering your brain? Was that too much to ask?

“N-nobody,” you stuttered, wondering how you were going to get out of that and have him continue what he was doing.

“Nobody, huh? Are you talking about Munson?” He grabbed his shirt and put it back on, signaling that your fun had officially ended.

“No!” You couldn’t deny it. He had already caught you so there was no use in lying.

“Bullshit. If you want him so bad, you can have him. We’re done here,” he pushed you off of his lap and you were able to catch yourself before you fell to the floor.

“Derek, please,” you pleaded as you grabbed one of his shirts from the floor, not wanting to have this argument topless. You then gathered your corset up, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get it back on by yourself.

“No, get the fuck out!” He pointed to the door and you felt tears well up in your eyes, but you held them back. There was no way in hell that you were going to cry in front of him.

You turned to the door and headed out into the hallway, not being able to stop the tears from running down your cheeks. Well, now your makeup that took you hours was ruined because of a stupid guy.

“And I want you out of here, you useless cunt!” He called after you which only made you cry harder. “Don’t even think about coming around here again!” You could promise that you would never step foot in that house again as long as you lived.

You got down the hallway and back into the living room to find Sheila. She always knew how to comfort you and wouldn’t ask any questions about what happened. You just needed a hug after all the shit you had gone through throughout the night.

Before you could get to Sheila, though, you just had to run into Eddie one last time to really ruin your night. You ran straight into him, almost knocking him to the floor. His hands grabbed hold of your waist and he stood you back on your feet. He looked down at you and you turned away, not wanting him to see you cry. You knew he wouldn’t laugh at you, but you just didn’t want to have to tell him the reason for your tears.

His hand rested on your cheek and he turned your head to face him. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at your tear stained cheeks and he swore he could actually hear his heart break looking at you. He had heard the comment Derek had made. He had wanted to deck Derek the moment he had gotten there and now he had an excuse because he wanted to avenge you.

Eddie had been invited by Derek at a bar the other night and the only reason why he even agreed was because he was desperate for a night out, little did he know that the host was a dick and he was that way towards you. You of all people. You were sweet and gentle and deserved someone who was willing to be that way in return. Maybe you right in saying that you were only attracted to losers.

“What happened, angel?” He asked, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He had heard what Derek had called you and hated that he made you feel bad about whatever had happened between the two of you.

“N-nothing. I have to go,” you pulled your face away from his hand, wiping the tears from your cheeks. You sniffed to keep the snot from running out of your nose and all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and let you cry. But you wouldn’t let him. Crying at a packed house party in a fucking vampire costume was already embarrassing enough for you.

“Okay,” he nodded, stepping away from you and you were quick to make a beeline for Sheila. He watched you collapse into her arms and sob and it killed him that you had been hurt that badly. He wanted to kill Derek for what he had said to you. The name he called you. Was it just because you didn’t want to go any farther with him? That could have definitely been it. Eddie looked around the house and was beginning to wonder why he was even there anymore. You were there, in the flesh, not a figment of his imagination this time. And he had blown his one chance to make amends. Maybe he could finally call you and everything would be okay.

Eddie decided to call it a night after that, taking a very drunk Gareth with him to the cab he had gotten using Derek’s house phone. He had definitely overstayed his welcome and given that Gareth had thrown up in the kitchen, he really thought it was a good idea to get the fuck out of there before Derek kicked both of their asses.

He hauled Gareth out of the car and to the cab that was down the driveway. Was walking a little too slow for his liking and he was seconds away from throwing the bastard over his shoulder he was being practically being choked. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he was into that, but not in that way. Never in that way.

“Struck out, huh,” Gareth asked with cackle.

“How could you tell?” Eddie asked as he opened the car for Gareth who practically threw himself into the backseat. Eddie moved his friend’s legs and slid inside the car before closing the door. He told the taxi driver the address to his hotel and the car headed that way.

“First of all, you’d be going home with her, not helping my drunk ass, and second, I could see the way she was looking at you,” Gareth replied as Eddie buckled his seatbelt for him.

“Yeah, and how was that?” Eddie was very curious to know if you looked as mad as you appeared in his eyes.

“Like you smelled like shit,” Gareth responded before taking a whiff of Eddie’s hair. “And she was very wrong. Dude, you smell great so I don’t know what she was on about.”

“She didn’t think that I smelled, she was mad because I didn’t call her.” Eddie buckled his own seatbelt and got comfortable in his seat.

“I don’t call girls all the time and they still want me. What’s your excuse?” Gareth’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned to look at Eddie.

“I told her I would, though,” Eddie made a pointed look.

“You’re never supposed to say that,” Gareth shook his head. “Because then they expect it and you can’t be calling them, dude. Because that’s pussy shit and you’re not a pussy.” Eddie never thought calling someone he was sleeping with was “pussy shit” as Gareth liked to call it. He liked talking to people on the phone despite his social anxiety. Maybe it was because they couldn’t see him and only hear his voice. He mostly only used phone calls for dirty talk or to ring his uncle Wayne but he liked the idea of talking to you.

“It’s not pussy shit if you actually like them,” Eddie countered. “I really like her Gareth, and I fucked it all up.”

“Why didn’t you call her, then?” Gareth slapped him upside the head. Eddie supposed he deserved that.

“Because I couldn’t,” Eddie looked down, rubbing the back of his head. “I lost her number.”

“Well, way to go dumbass,” Gareth slapped him again.

“Hey, hey, watch the hair!” Eddie shielded his head. “I should have written it down.”

“You’re right,” Gareth nodded. “You should have. Maybe she’d be your girlfriend if you had.” Leave it to Gareth to rub salt in the wound. Eddie already had enough guilt to last a lifetime.

“Maybe she would have, Gareth,” Eddie ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “But what does it matter? The ship has sailed.”

“Maybe it hasn’t,” Gareth responded. “Maybe you could perform a song that you wrote abojt her or something.” Eddie thought about that for a moment and thought that even though his friend was drunk, he was making a lot of sense. A song would have been perfect. Women ate that kind of shit up. Maybe then you’d realize that no one was at fault that Eddie losing your number was just a sad accident.

“I haven’t written any songs about her.”

“I’ve heard you on the tour bus, man. Don’t deny it.”

“You know what, that’s actually not a bad idea.” Eddie hadn’t had that much to drink so he wondered why he was considering any idea that Gareth had in his drunken state.

“I was kidding,” Gareth laughed nervously. He wasn’t going to take the blame if Eddie actually listened to him.

“No, man. You actually did good,” Eddie assured his friend as the car pulled up to the hotel. He helped the guy out of the car and they made their way to into the building. Eddie pulled Gareth to the elevators and one of them just so happened to open as soon as they got there. They got in and the elevator took them up to their floor, to two of them in silence.

Eddie dragged Gareth down the hall and to his room, taking Gareth’s key from him and unlocking the door. He threw Gareth down on the bed and made sure he was comfortable then turned to head to his own room.

As soon as Eddie closed his own door, he reached for a notebook, flipping through it until he found the page he was looking for. He hadn’t written anything romantic ever until after he had met you. He had tried and failed, knowing that wasn’t Corroded Coffin’s thing, but now it was going to be. Just this once. People could hate on it if they wanted to, but this was all for you. All to get his feelings out. Sure, the initial goal had been to win you back but now he was just trying to process everything that had happened.

He knew how it looked. He made it seem like he cared for you only to never call you when he promised he would. But the eyeliner had smudged against your skin when Eddie had grabbed onto your hand in the car on the way to his hotel room.. He was so focused on the moment that he didn’t even think about the fact that the number was no longer there. The whole thing was unfair to both of you but he wasn’t going to blame you for being mad. You had every right to be in his eyes.

This was probably the most personal he had gotten without even mentioning very many details. It was something just for you and him, no one else. He wasn’t going to record this one, though. He thought it was better suited for the stage, on the piano. Corroded Coffin didn’t even have a piano when they performed but Eddie was sure as hell going to make sure there was one.

Your apartment, Manhattan, 1991

You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, convinced that the events of the night before had been just one weird dream that was the results of drinking too much. You trudged into the kitchen to get some coffee that you knew Sheila had already made and poured some for yourself in your favorite mug before heading to the fridge to get some creamer when you saw the Polaroids on the doors. One was of you and your three roommates and the other was of the four of you and Eddie. So it hadn’t been a dream. It was all real and now you were embarrassed. You had yelled at and he has still looked at you like you hung the moon, especially in the photo where he was standing next to you. He was looking right at you, a smile of admiration on his face. Maybe you had been too harsh. Maybe.

You fixed your coffee and was about to head to back your room when the phone rang. Hannah answered it before you could and you wondered who would be calling. No one ever called except for Elodie’s girlfriend and she only ever called after she got off of work and that was usually late.

Hannah was laughing at something the person said and you figured that it was probably someone who she gave the number to the night before. You wondered if it was Eddie. Of course he would call her. She was every man’s wet dream with her long blonde hair and long legs. You were always jealous of her but you would never admit that. Because if you did, she would just tell you that you had nothing to be jealous of. And she genuinely believed that. She’d never tell you, but she was jealous of you. She was jealous of your confidence and the way your carries yourself, like you didn’t have a care in the world.

“Y/n,” she called out to you, covering the phone with her hand. “Phone for you,” he held it out to you and you wondered who the hell would be calling you. Probably your manager. Were you scheduled today and had convinced yourself that you weren’t? Were you going to be fired because you didn’t show up? Damn. You really liked it there.

You reluctantly headed over to Hannah and took the phone from her, eyeing her suspiciously. Hannah couldn’t have been nonchalant to save her life. She was having trouble pretending like she didn’t care. Like she was excited for you to take to whoever had called.

“Who is it?” You asked and she just shrugged.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. You could tell she was lying but couldn’t figure out why.

“You didn’t ask?” What kind of person didn’t ask who was calling?

“It’s not my business to ask who’s calling you, babe,” she laughed like that was an obvious rule you should’ve known.

“It is, actually,” you corrected.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” She headed to her room, leaving you alone in the living room. You pressed the phone to your ear, your curiosity getting the best of you. People couldn’t commit murder through the phone, right? That wasn’t a thing that could happen. You were just being dramatic. Part of you wondered if it was Eddie but you figured that wasn’t true. He was definitely too busy to make a phone call at this time of day, especially since he was going to have to rehearse for that night’s performance.

“Hello,” you answered hesitantly. Maybe it was Derek calling to ask for his shirt back. He’d get it from your cold, dead, hands. You had no intention of wearing it ever again, but now you were keeping it out of pettiness.

“Hope I’m not too late, sweetheart.” Eddie’s silky voice rang through the phone and you had to stop your breath from catching.

“I would say a year is a too late,” you replied and Eddie laughed in response.

“I’m a dick.” You both knew he wasn’t. “And I’m sorry,” he apologized. “To make it up to you, I’m offering you and your friends tickets to tonight’s show.” Those always seemed to be the magic words to get him exactly what he wanted, no matter what it was. Whether he forgot his ID at the bar or wanted to get in the club. The whole rockstar thing was so easy.

“You’d think I’d want to see you and your stupid band perform after you hurt me? My friends will be there, but I most certainly will not.” He knew it was a long shot, but he was desperate for your forgiveness. He had apologized, but he knew that wasn’t good enough.

“Y/n,” he sighed. “I told you, the eyeliner got smudged.” Oh, that again. However, you couldn’t help but melt a little at hearing him say your name.

“Well, why didn’t you write the number down?”

“I was a little preoccupied,” he chuckled. “I’m not trying to say that your feelings are invalid. At all. I think that you have every right to be upset with me. I mean, I would be mad at me if I were you. I just think it’s unfair that you’re not hearing me out.” He was being considerate of your feelings and you knew you weren’t doing to same from him.

“I am,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “Look, I know I’m a bitch, alright?” Eddie didn’t think you were a bitch. He could never think that. He still kind of thought you were hot when you were mad. Maybe if you forgave him and wanted to continue whatever it was between the two of you, he’d tease you a little just to get that reaction out of you.

“I just-when you didn’t call me, it felt like you were like just like all the others. I thought you were just being nice to me to use me for my body with no actual intention of calling me.” So that’s why you were so pissed at him. You thought Eddie was like Chris and he supposed that you didn’t really know him so of course you would think that. He guessed that he couldn’t really blame you for that.

“I know that, but I’m down on my knees here, (y/n.) I’ll do whatever you want if it means you’ll forgive me. Well, let’s be honest, I’d do whatever you asked even if you didn’t forgive me.” You liked the sound of that. You’d have to think of something for him to do if that was the case. “Will you come to the show tonight,” he asked and you could hear him practically begging. You liked the idea of him begging. You could imagine him on his knees, holding onto your hands with tears in his eyes, pleading for you to forgive him.

“I don’t know,” you replied. “What does one wear to a metal show?” You knew exactly what to wear having been to multiple metal shows in the past, you were just discreetly asking what he wanted you to wear. Maybe you were finally starting to get over the whole thing. Maybe.

“Whatever you want, angel,” he laughed again. That wasn’t the response you were looking for, but Eddie was just wanting to see you. You could have worn a trash bag and he wouldn’t have minded. “So you’ll be there?” You thought for a second.

“I’m sure Hannah will force me even if I protest.” All of the girls would, actually. There was no way that they’d let you miss something like that. Especially if there were perks because you knew the lead singer.

“Well, I have to go to rehearsal. I’ll see you tonight.” You could practically imagine him smiling from ear to ear and you hated that it was making you smile in return.

“Bye, Eddie.”

“Bye, sweetheart.” The line went dead and you hung the phone back up, making a beeline for Hannah’s room. You pounded your fist on the door until she answered. Hannah was quick to open it, her signature bright smile on her face. You glared at her but her smile didn’t falter. In fact, it got even wider. She knew exactly what she was doing and she knew that you were aware of it, she was just hoping that you would forgive her. What she was doing was for your own good, after all. She tried to close the door but you held it open with your hand. You pushed it open and stormed into the room, trying to calm yourself down before you spoke.

“What the fuck, Hannah?” You paced back and forth across the hardwood floor, trying to gather your thoughts. You wondered if Eddie had told her all of the details of your night together, but immediately ruled that out since Hannah was a huge gossip and would have asked you about it sooner. Hannah only responded by playing with your hair-something that always calmed you down for whatever reason-completely avoiding your eye contact.

“I thought you were giving Eddie our number for you, not me.” Why you had thought that when Hannah was always trying to set you up was beyond you.

“Oh please,” Hannah waved her hand in a dismissive manner. “Eddie is not my type and besides, I saw the way he was looking at you.”

“And how was he looking at me?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering what she meant even though you had a pretty good idea from the picture on the fridge.

“Like you hung the moon.” She put on a face that scarily resembled the way Eddie had been looking at you the night before.

“He was not.” You knew he was but you didn’t want to admit it because if you denied it, it would make you feel better about being mad at him. Admitting to yourself that he every intention of calling you made you look like the bad guy and you had been the villain in your own life for far too long.

“He was. We all saw it. Is there something going on between you two?“ It was then that you decided that you should’ve probably told her the truth. Out of all the girls, Hannah was definitely the one who would have believed you.

“I’m going to tell you something but you can’t tell anyone, okay? Not even Sheila or Elodie. Got it?”

“I’ve got it,” she nodded. “Now spill,” she grabbed onto your wrists. So you told her, not leaving out a single detail. You thought it was necessary to the story. You told her about Chris and how you dumped him and how you and Eddie had an incredible night that you had thought about every night since and how he never called you like he was supposed to. You also told her about the party the night before and how Eddie had approached you but you just yelled at him and all but told him to fuck off. You were beginning to think that maybe you were being a bit too harsh.

“Oh my god,” Hannah gasped, grabbing hold of your shoulders. “(Y/n), you could actually be a rockstar’s girlfriend. Do you know what that means?” She headed to her closet and opened the door to find an outfit for the night.

“No?”

“It means that all of these people want Eddie but all he wants is you. Every night he’ll come home to you and he’ll write songs about you,” she was speaking so fast that you almost couldn’t understand what she was getting at. “And dressing room sex. That’s probably the biggest perk.”

“Sorry to break it to you, Han, but I wouldn’t be caught dead having sex in a dressing room.” The idea did sound appealing, but you were thinking logistically.

She turned to you for a moment then grabbed a shirt from the rack, holding it up to you. “Oh, yeah, that’ll definitely get his attention,” she pulled you over to the mirror, hanging the hanger around your neck. You tilted your head to the side. It was a sheer black shirt with black flowers sewn onto it. It was definitely your style but you wondered if it was going to be too much.

“You wear this with your sluttiest black bra under it and he won’t be able to keep his eyes or hands off of you.”

“He invited me to the concert, Hannah. I don’t think he meant for me to go backstage with him.”

“He invited us, and yes, that’s exactly what he meant.”

“Yeah, he invited us, meaning that he was just trying to be nice.”

“You’re smarter than me, y/n, so why am I the one who understands what’s going on? He invited all of us because he wants you to have a good time. So you’re going to wear this and look hot standing in the front row, alright?”

“Fine.” You were honestly getting over being mad. Yeah, maybe you were still a little upset about what had happened, but Eddie had been nothing but nice to you and the effort he was putting in to make amends was making you feel like maybe you were being a bit too harsh now that you knew the real reason why he didn’t call you.

Radio City Music Hall, New York City, 1991

Eddie had just come off stage from rehearsal and for once, he thought he had done well. Ever since the night he shared with you, he had been in a bad mood since he hadn’t been able to see you again, but now that you agreed to come to the show, he was like a brand new person, and everyone was quick to let him know. They were teasing him about how excited he was to see you, making fun of his mannerisms, but Eddie didn’t care. He just couldn’t contain his excitement. He was going to be performing the song he wrote for you for the first and only time and he was nervous. What if you didn’t like it? You probably wouldn’t since it was a ballad and that wasn’t Corroded Coffin’s thing.

He ran his hands through his hair while he stood on the stage, something he often did after rehearsal. Imagining the place being packed with a cheering crowd helped him calm down. It uplifted him, knowing that everyone was there for him and his band. He wondered if people back home could see how successful he was and wanted to know if they would kiss his ass just because he had fame now.

He turned and headed back to his dressing room and had his stylist pick out an outfit that he hoped would impress you. It was a white cropped shirt under a leather jacket and another pair of leather pants. He put on the outfit and checked himself out in the mirror, liking the way he looked. His hair was the perfect amount of messy and he had some eyeliner smudged around his eyes. He nodded to himself and turned to get a drink from the fridge in the dressing room when he saw his band mates all staring at him.

“Take a picture,” he told them. “It’ll last longer.” He then brushed past Jeff to head to the fridge for a much needed water. He really needed to calm down. He opened the bottle and took a few sips before turning to his band mates who were still looking at him.

“What,” he snapped. His friends had been grilling him since the four of them had woken up. Considering you hadn’t been with him, they assumed that things had not gone over well and had been afraid to ask.

“Nothing,” Doug put his hands up in defense.

“We’re just wondering how you’re doing,” Gareth added.

“I’m fine,” Eddie replied wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Is she coming,” Jeff’s face lit up. He just wanted Eddie to be happy and he was hoping that you would be the best fit for him.

“I don’t know. I think she’s still pissed at me.” He drank more water to occupy his mouth. He knew he would ramble and make himself more nervous if he voiced more of his thoughts.

“Well, there’s still time to fix it,” Doug reminded him. “You wrote a great song, Eddie. And I think she’s going to love it.” Eddie was still unsure of how to feel about the song. He was convinced that you were going to hate it. That he had only written it so you’d give him another chance. He had written from the heart and just wanted you to know the truth. He didn’t care about the results. Or maybe he did but he would never have admitted that to himself.

“She won’t love it because the song sucks.” The song was good and he knew that. He was just overthinking like he always did. He panicked every time he was about to go onstage and would either need to take a couple shots or smoke a joint to calm himself down. He wasn’t going to do that this time, though. He wanted to be completely sober when he laid eyes on you.

“You’re just being hard on yourself. It’s probably your best work.” Eddie finished off his water bottle and threw it away before grabbing another one. This was going to be his coping mechanism instead of resorting to drugs or alcohol.

“Right,” he scoffed, setting the bottle down and pushing past the boys to lay on the couch. Maybe a small nap would’ve done the trick.

“Do you need a drink or a joint?” Jeff offered, sitting in the chair that was tucked under the vanity. “You seem a bit on edge.”

“Of course I’m on edge,” Eddie rubbed his eyes with the pads of his fingers. “There’s a lot riding on this.”

“Hey man, relax,” Gareth patted his shoulder but Eddie only shrugged him off.

“I can’t relax,” Eddie sat up. “This is going to make or break everything.”

“She’s just a girl, Ed. There are going to be plenty of those here tonight. Pick one and take her home. What’s the big deal?” None of them seemed to get it. You were much more than “just a girl” to Eddie. He wanted to make things work with you. He wouldn’t have put in that much effort for just anyone. You were the most beautiful and intelligent woman he had ever met and he’d have been damned if he let you slip through his fingers again.

“Alright, guys,” Randy, the boys’ manager stuck his head into the room. “It’s showtime.” He opened the door and the four of them filed out, Eddie being last. Randy patted him on the shoulder which did nothing for Eddie’s nerves. His stomach was in knots and he could have sworn he was going to throw up in that very moment.

You had tried your luck at the back door of the venue and to your surprise, all four of your names had been on the list of people who were allowed backstage, all of you given lanyards. Hannah had told you it was going to work, but you hadn’t been convinced. You had figured that Eddie had forgotten with his busy schedule, but clearly he hadn’t since you had been let in with no issue.

Randy had informed you that the band had already gone onstage and you knew that the reason for you missing them had all been due to Elodie insisting that she needed to stop at a bodega for a beer because there had been no way that she was going to pay concert venue prices.

The four of you were led to the floor and had been given spots at the very front row, right against the barricade. You thought that maybe you would have gotten balcony seats with the A-listers, but you much preferred being in the action. It made you feel like you were apart of something as opposed from looking from afar.

The lights went down and the crowd erupted in cheers while you were convinced that you were going to throw up all the water you had drank because you had been too nervous to eat. Why were you nervous? It wasn’t like you were the one who had to get on stage and perform. No one could have paid you to do that.

Smoke moved across the stage and quickly faded away when the members of Corroded Coffin took their places. Eddie was at the front of the stage. There was a spotlight on him as the opening chords to one of their top hits began. All the air had escaped your lungs when you laid your eyes on him. He looked so fucking pretty that it was almost unfair. His hair was the perfect amount of messy and his outfit looked like it was made for him. Knowing him, it probably was.

Eddie opened his eyes and they locked on yours. You could see he was holding back a grin and you gave him a little wave, that being your white flag signaling that you wanted a truce. How could you be mad at him when he looked so damn good?

Eddie sang the notes of the song and removed the mic from the stand, moving about the stage. Since this wasn’t one where he was playing the guitar, he always made sure to interact with the fans when he had a chance. He’d go to the end of the stage and hold people’s hands if they wanted him to. He’d look directly in their eyes and sing to them, like he had written the words specifically for them. He wanted the people who admired him to feel special. He knew that most of them had spent a fortune, so he was going to make sure they got their moneys worth.

Eddie got to you and gently took your hand in his, gauging your face for any sign that you didn’t want it. When he was sure that you did, he brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a featherlight kiss to your skin. He looked into your eyes and couldn’t take his eyes off of your makeup and how well you had done it. He wondered if it had been for him but then decided that it didn’t matter. Not everything that you did was going to be for his benefit. Sometimes you did things for yourself and that included doing an intricate makeup look.

Eddie let go of your hand, pulling himself out of his trance. He couldn’t look at you all night, he had a show to do. He stood up and went back to his mic stand, ready for the next song.

“How we feeling New York,” he asked into the mic and the crowd went wild. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. I said how we feeling New York?” He put more emphasis on the question and the audience was even more loud. You kept your eyes on Eddie couldn’t help but think that he was born to be a performer. He knew just how to get the crowd going and make them feel like they were his old friends from back how.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he chuckled. “I have to say, this might be my favorite city in the entire world.” He usually said that to get the audience to make some noise, but this time, he really meant it.

“But I’m going to be honest. I think it’s my favorite place because a friend of mine lives here.” Another eruption of cheers. “And she’s here tonight if you’d like to give her a round of applause.” Eddie stepped away from the mic and pulled out his in-ears so he could hear everyone cheering for you. He looked directly at you and could see the shock on your face. Here you thought that he wasn’t even going to mention you, but he had the whole entire venue screaming for you. Your cheeks heated even though no one knew that it was you who Eddie was referring to.

You covered your face with your hands, not wanting Eddie to see how badly your cheeks were burning. You could still feel him looking at you and tried your best to ignore him. He was going to have to work a lot harder than that to get your full forgiveness. Maybe just one bat of his eyelashes would do the trick. Definitely.

More songs were sung and you were actually enjoying yourself, finding yourself singing every single word back to the band. They put on a good show and you could totally understand the hype of people wanting to see them perform. Between Gareth’s heavy drumming, Jeff’s mesmerizing bass riffs, Doug’s shredding and Eddie moving around the stage like no one you had ever seen, the show was definitely something you would have wanted to see multiple times over. Maybe if you played your card right, you could.

You watched Eddie sit down at the piano. You had just been so focused on him, so you felt kind of stupid that you hadn’t noticed it until he sat down at it. He moved his hair out of his way only for it to fall back to where it was. He played some notes and you realized that you hadn’t even known that he could play the piano. To be fair, though, you didn’t really know anything about him.

Whatever he was playing was pretty. It was calming. The complete opposite of Corroded Coffin’s sound, but you still liked it. You could imagine yourself sitting next to Eddie, leaning your head on his shoulder while he played something that he wrote for you. That was a delusional thought in your mind. Eddie would have never written a song about you.

“Alright,” Eddie spoke up after he calmed himself down. “I’m going to perform a new song for you guys if that’s alright.” The crowd was the loudest it had ever been and you wondered why they decided that this specific show to debut a new song, but you had a sneaking suspicion what it could be about. Maybe if you got out of there quick enough, you could leave before he started to sing.

“This one’s called California.” Eddie turned to wink at you and you felt sick again. No. No way. There was no way he was going to sing a song he wrote about you. You had only had a few interactions throughout one day. Surely that wasn’t enough material to create a song, right?

Eddie began to sing while playing a ballad on the piano. Since when did Corroded Coffin do ballads? Apparently since Eddie met you. It was pretty and despite all of the harsh vocals in the other songs, Eddie was able to make his voice soft and sweet. It was beautiful and you hated that you were taking the bait. He was reeling you in so effortlessly with his heartfelt lyrics and it seemed like he actually meant the words.

The whole thing was about how much he liked you and the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. You took up every inch of the man’s brain and he thought about calling you every day even though he had no way to. He thought about the way your skin felt against his and how sweet your lips tasted. How he could still see how pretty you looked underneath him and how good it felt to have you snuggled up in his arms.

You were slowly starting to realize that he was telling the truth. You knew it the whole time, but you were just trying to protect yourself. The one time you put your whole trust into someone in a romantic sense, it blew up in your face. But you didn’t even have to have a romance with Eddie. He could be whatever you wanted him to be so long as he was in your life. He wasn’t picky.

The song ended and you felt yourself tearing up. No one had ever done anything like that for you. Maybe you had been foolish to think that he was lying or just trying to get into your pants. He had said so much while somehow saying so little. It was like a secret between the two of you. Things he would say while the two of you were snuggled up in bed together. It was something that would live in your head forever.

You couldn’t remember how many more songs were after that. The words were stuck in your head and despite only hearing them once, you were convinced that you could have sung the whole thing word for word. You didn’t think that someone who looked like Eddie could write something so beautiful or that he could have such strong feelings as the ones he had for you. You had clearly made a mark on him and you weren’t sure how you felt about that.

The band left the stage and people slowly made their way to the venue’s exit. You couldn’t move despite your friends trying to pull you along. It was as if your feet were glued to the floor and you had no intention of moving. You couldn’t. Not after hearing the song that Eddie had written for you.

Before you could stop yourself, you were making your way down the hall to Eddie’s dressing room. Your friends had followed you, all wondering what you were up to. Last time they checked, you had hated Eddie and now you were going to talk to him?

You passed by all of the people putting away the equipment and hoped you hadn’t missed him. Surely he couldn’t have left that quickly, could he? You could hear all of the commotion of your friends gushing about the show, but it was all noise to you. You had honestly forgotten they were there. You just wanted to speak to the pretty singer about his pretty song.

You feverishly knocked on the door and waited. It took a little longer than you liked for the door to open, but your heart stopped when it did. Eddie was on the other side looking even better than he did on stage. His mouth fell open, so much so that you were convinced that his jaw was going to unhinge. The shock quickly wore off and his mouth turned up into a grin, his famous smile on display. Your friends and the members of Corroded Coffin quickly made themselves scarce, leaving the two of you alone.

“Y/n-“ he was going to say something, but his words were cut off when you entered the room, closing the door behind you. He backed away, still unsure if you were actually there. He wanted to reach out and touch you, but he thought that he was crossing a line.

You stood there, adjusting the strap of your purse that was sitting on your shoulder. You looked good. Amazing, even. A fucking knockout. Eddie was convinced that you had gotten even more beautiful every time he had seen you.

And now you were standing in his dressing room looking at beautiful as ever and for once, he was unsure of how you felt about him. You strode towards him and managed to pin him against the vanity despite the space between your bodies.

“Y/n-“ he said your name again, cutting himself off one more time. He wasn’t sure what to say. He was convinced that you hated him despite the flirty look on your face. He licked his lips, making them look even more inviting. You needed to taste them. You needed to thank him for the wonderful song.

“Y/n, I’m sorry about the song. I know it was a lot and I’m sorry that I sang it front of a crowd. I should have just given you the lyrics.” He moved away from you, still speaking as he grabbed his notebook, turning it to the correct page. “Anyway, here it is,” he handed the book to you, his heart pounding against his chest. “It’s yours so you can do whatever you want with it. You can keep it or you can rip the pages out and throw them at my head. You can-“

“Are you going to yap all night or are you going to let me read?”

“Sorry.”

You read over the lyrics multiple times, loving them more with each read. Songs had been written about you with your ex boyfriend also being a singer, but never like that. Never so delicately. He had written about your night together so tastefully. Most songs written about the subject had been so graphic and to the point. Eddie had come up with the prettiest metaphors.

You set the notebook and your purse aside and made your way towards Eddie. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hair getting all tangled in your fingers with your quick movements. His hands went to your waist and you pulled him closer to you so that your bodies were pressed together.

“So you like it? If you don’t, the whole throwing the pages at my head thing is still-“

“Eddie for once in your life will you shut the fuck up?” You pressed your lips to his and you could feel him let out a gasp before quickly melting into you, his lips moving against yours. The movements were soft and sweet despite how desperate you were for each other’s touches.

You slowly swiped your tongue along his bottom lip and he opened his mouth, letting you in. Your tongues swirled together and he tasted just like you remembered, but better. It was still smoky and a little sweet but there was something else there that you couldn’t quite make out.

“God, I missed this,” he whined, his hands slipping to the strip of skin between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your jeans. His fingers were even more rough feeling and his touches were still soft. It was all nice, but you thought he was being too gentle.

“I’ve missed you every fucking day.” Despite the roughness of his voice, he was touching you as if you were going to break if he applied any more pressure. Where were the scratches? Where were the marks from how hard his fingers were pressing into your skin? Your lips pressed harder against his as your hands went for his jacket. You removed it and let it fall to the floor before reaching for any inch of skin you could find. You grabbed onto his arms, pressing your thumbs into the skin.

You pulled away to catch your breath, taking some time to look at him. The top he had on was cropped, the bottom of it uneven, like he had done it himself with a pair of scissors and you wondered if it actually looked good or if you were just biased. It was just short enough that you could see a good amount of his stomach. It wasn’t toned and he didn’t have a six pack or anything, but you liked that. You liked that it was soft and that you could see a little pudge sticking out.

“Like what you see,” he teased but knew that you did in fact like what you saw. He did wear the whole thing for you so your opinion was important to him.

“I think this is your best look yet.” You reached up, playing with the hem of the shirt. As if reading your mind, he lifted his arms up and you pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

“Nah,” he shook his head. “I think you have me beat. This is a nice little thing, sweetheart.” He moved his hands up your shirt and traced the lace on the top of the cups with his fingers. “You wear this for me?”

“I did,” you nodded. “You like it?” You bat your eyelashes innocently and it was driving Eddie wild.

“Love it.” His eyes were filled with lust and you were eating up the way he was looking at you.

“It’s the first time I’ve worn it so you should consider yourself lucky.” Eddie was going to have to buy a scratch off with how lucky he was feeling that night.

“Oh I do,” he eyes lit up as they found yours. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m the luckiest man in the world.” You were convinced that your knees were giving out at his compliment. He was good.

“In the world,” you gasped. “Well, how lucky would you feel if I took this off?” You looped your thumbs under the straps and Eddie could feel his cock hardening even more.

“Pretty fucking lucky.” He almost moaned as he spoke. You hadn’t even fucked yet and he was already coming undone. He was so close to just ripping his pants off so the two of you could get to it. But he didn’t. He wanted to go slow to make sure you were comfortable.

Eddie pressed his lips to yours again, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your skin was so warm against his. So soft. He planted kisses all over your face and you couldn’t help but giggle, only making him want to continue so he could keep hearing the lovely sound.

His lips then moved to your jaw and you moved your head to the side to give him more access. You closed your eyes as his lips ghosted over the space right under your ear. He pressed a few opened mouthed kisses to the spot and just when you were enjoying the feeling, his nose moved along just under your jaw.

“Smell so good, angel.” Goosebumps rose on your arms at the nickname. That one was your favorite out of all the things he had called you.

“I only wear the perfume on special occasions.” You felt silly admitting it, but you knew that Eddie would appreciate your honesty.

“Glad we both agree on how special this is.” He pressed his lips to yours once more. “Can’t express how happy I am that you’re here.”

“I can think of a few ways.”

“Hm,” he hummed. “And which way were you wanting me to express my happiness?”

“You pick.” Your hands wound into his hair again. “I’m feeling generous tonight.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well, if it’s my choice, then I guess we’ll just pick up where we left off.”

“Sounds good to me.” Your tongue found its way into his mouth once again while Eddie’s hands traveled down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. You let out little squeal and Eddie just laughed, letting his hands travel lower. He bent down and grabbed onto the back of your thighs and you took the hint and jumped. He caught you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist while yours went to his neck. Your legs wrapped tightly around his hips, your ankles locking together at his back.

Eddie backed up slowly, his kisses becoming sloppy and sloven. He collapsed back onto the couch, the two of you still connected. You were now straddling his waist while he was sitting there, ready to let you have your way with him. He thought it was only right since he took the reins last time.

You pulled back to look at him and Eddie just admired you, a dazed look in his eyes. He looked so pretty with his lips red and plump from your kisses. His cheeks were also flushed and you loved the look on him. And knowing that you were the cause of it made you feel all warm and gooey, like a cookie fresh from the oven.

You dove back in for more and Eddie was letting himself be kissed, pliant under your touch. You took his bottom lip between your teeth, focusing your attention on it. You sucked and nibbled, causing him to let out a little whimper.

“Fuck, angel,” he whined. “Do that again.” You took his bottom lip between your teeth again and nibbled a little harder this time and Eddie’s whimper was louder. “Harder,” he breathed when you let his lip fall back into place.

“Eddie, if I bite you any harder, you’re going to have teeth marks.”

“I don’t care,” he shook his head. “Do my top lip this time.” You obeyed and did the same thing to his top lip, biting down as hard as you could without breaking the skin.

“Oh, angel,” he moaned. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

You pecked his lips then pulled back to gauge his reaction. You pecked them one more time but his lips slotted between yours before you could move away. This one was rough and sloppy unlike your other ones. His nose was pressed roughly into the spot next to yours but you weirdly liked it. The way he was taking what he wanted from you while gripping your waist tightly. His fingers dug into your skin and you let out a gasp at the feeling. You loved the way it felt, knowing that it was going to leave imprints of his nails on your skin.

Your fingers wound themselves into his hair once again, loving how it felt against your fingers. It was soft but coarse and he always made it the perfect amount of messy. Your fingers wrapped around some strands at the base of his scalp and you gave it a light tug. You could hear him whine into your mouth and you took that as an invitation to repeat the action, harder this time.

“Angel,” your nickname fell from his lips and your heart raced in your chest at the name. That was the name that made you feel something. That he saw you as something that wasn’t even part of this world. That you were heaven-sent. And as far as he was concerned, you were. Eddie wasn’t sure if he believed in a God, but what he did know was that he had been destined to meet you at that festival. And the fact that he had seen you again at the party must have meant something.

“Yes, Eddie baby,” you asked sweetly and Eddie was convinced that he was going to melt into the couch at your tone of voice. It was light and airy and there was something so filthy about it.

“You are-“ he cut himself off, his hands digging further into your skin.

“What am I, honey?” He loved all of these terms of endearment you were giving him. Sure, people had given those kinds of names during moments like that, but they had never said them with such meaning. They were just trying to get a reaction whereas you just wanted him to know that you had cared about him.

“Amazing.” He emphasized the word and you couldn’t help but blush. He was eating up your every move and you were loving it. You had him wrapped around your finger and knew that he would do whatever you asked, no matter what it was.

You pulled back to look at Eddie and felt your heart race in your chest as he smiled up at you. You could see little dimples forming in his cheeks as he was drunk on the absolute bliss he had been experiencing. He never really made out with people. He usually just got straight to the act, not much kissing or tender touches being involved. All the people he ended up going home with just wanted to be fucked roughly and he had no problem with that.

But he liked kissing you. Loved it, even. He had dreamt about your soft, plump lips every night since he last kissed you. They had tasted fruity from the lipgloss you had applied in the bathroom at The Ruby Room. And he didn’t even care if you didn’t want to fuck him. He could have kissed you for hours and been completely satisfied. He wanted to kiss you whenever he wanted. When he got home from recording or before he went on stage. He wanted to kiss you goodnight before you both went to bed, wanting to get one last taste of your sweet mouth before the two of you fell asleep. He even wanted to kiss you after declaring that he’d take you in sickness and in health until death did you part in front of the people that you loved.

Just by looking at you, Eddie had realized that he had fallen even more for you when you had been apart. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way for you. Or maybe he did. You were sweet and kind and despite the fact that you were going through your own shit, you had offered to cover up a punch that he had received from your ex boyfriend. You hadn’t even known him and helped him, not expecting anything in return.

“What,” you asked finally and Eddie only smiled wider.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. “I just like looking at you.” You didn’t know what it was about Eddie’s simple compliments that always made you come undone. He just said it all so matter-of-factly and with such confidence. It made your heart swell and you wondered how you had gotten so lucky not once, but twice. Even when you had tried to push him away to protect yourself, he had been nothing but nice to you, doing whatever he could to convince you that he was telling the truth.

Over time, you had tried to deny your feelings for Eddie, but you just couldn’t. You didn’t care if it seemed silly because you had only actually spent a few hours together. His absence only made you like him more. You missed his kisses. You missed his touch. You missed his stupid nicknames that somehow made you weak in the knees. You missed him. And you had almost let him slip through your fingers because you were too stubborn to see that what had happened with your number had only been an unfortunate accident.

“I like looking at you too.” You smiled back at him, all teeth. He was full on grinning and you liked the look on him. You liked that he was happy and it was a bonus that you were the cause of it.

Eddie pressed his lips to yours despite the two of you not being able to keep your smiles off your faces. You laughed into his mouth and it was music to his ears. It was a sound of pure joy and he hoped he could hear you laugh many more times throughout the rest of his days. Eddie joined in on the laughter and the two of you were cackling out of pure joy, you both just grateful to be in each other’s presence.

“I fucking missed you, angel,” he said once you both had sobered up. His look had been completely serious, the little twinkle gone from his eyes.

“I fucking missed you too, honey.”

“ can’t lose you again.” His eyebrows furrowed and you could have sworn that he had been afraid.

“You won’t, Eds. You don’t have to be scared. I’m right here.” You pressed your hands to his cheeks, hoping that the physical touch would help calm him down.

“You’re just so-“ Eddie cut himself off, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped. He was actually about to say it. Vulnerability scared the hell out of him, but you made it so easy.

“So what?” You titled your head to the side, wondering what he was going to say.

“You’re so beautiful.” It hadn’t been a lie, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell you that you had been special to him like he had intended. He wasn’t ready and he definitely didn’t want to freak you out.

“Well, thank you, baby,” you pecked his lips. “You’re beautiful too.”

“You mean it?” His face lit up in feigned shock.

“Oh shut up,” you scoffed. “You know exactly how attractive you are.” Of course Eddie knew how hot he was, but he thought he wanted to hear you say it.

“Idon’t know, doll. Do I?” He leaned his head back so he could get a better look at you. The mischievous sparkle came back to his eyes but you took the bait anyway. You were going to have some fun with it.

“You’re so hot,” you pressed a kiss to one of his cheeks. “And sweet.” Your lips moved to the other cheek, lingering a bit longer. “You’re thoughtful and caring even though people think you’re a dick because you look scary.”

“You’re supposed to be telling me how hot I am, but I’ll take the other compliments too. And maybe some more kisses.” He closed his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. His arms were now splayed across the back of the couch and you missed his touch.

You removed yourself from Eddie’s lap and stood up, fixing your top that had gotten messed up in all the activity. Eddie’s eyes opened once he realized you weren’t on top of him, but he didn’t move. He just sat there, his mouth still wearing that damn smirk.

“I think you’re getting a little greedy, superstar. You want my compliments and my kisses?” You put your hands on your hips and Eddie was thought even your feigned anger was hot. “I think that’s a lot to ask for.”

“I don’t think so.” Eddie strode towards you, taking you into his arms. “But if you’d like to reverse the roles, I’d be happy to tell you just how hot you are.” He put on a devilish grin and the idea was sounding very appealing to you. You had always been confident in yourself, especially when it came to your body, but sometimes it was just nice to hear the words from someone else.

“Okay,” you nodded, your arms wrapping around his waist. “Tell me then.”

“God, where do I even start,” he let out a chuckle. “You’re so fucking hot, angel. Like, goddamn. Your curves and your thighs. Your fucking thighs, doll. Might be your best feature.” He pulled you even closer to him, his arms tightening around your waist. “I know that people can be dicks.” He was specifically thinking about Derek but he wasn’t going to bring up what he had heard him call you. He didn’t think that was any of his business.

“But I love your body. I just want to tell you that I like you. All of you.”

“All of me?”

“Every.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Single.” Your other cheek. “Bit.” And finally, your lips, slotting his between yours. He pulled you even closer to him, his arms wrapping even tighter around your waist. Your mimicked his actions, trying to minimize the space between your bodies despite the fact that you couldn’t have been any closer to each other.

Eddie buried his face into your neck, pressing a few kisses there before leaning his head on your shoulder. He breathed in your scent, and focused on your touch, the only two things that told him he wasn’t dreaming. He had to be, though, right? This moment was so perfect that he had to be dreaming. He’d wake up only to find that he was alone in a random hotel room yet again.

You held onto him, rubbing circles along his back gently. His closed his eyes, not afraid to this time. For once, he was at absolute peace and it was all thanks to you. You made him feel safe. Like nothing bad could happen to him as long as he was in your arms. Even the scary thoughts that always seemed to followed him. They completely disappeared when he was with you.

“I could get used to this,” he sighed. Your hands continued to rub circles along his back and you knew that you could get used to it too. You wanted to be able to hold him any time to wanted to. To hug him any chance you got. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces and you were both thinking the same thing but you didn’t want to ruin the moment by talking about your feelings. That was a sensitive subject for the two of you.

“To what,” you asked even though you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“To this.” He nuzzled even further into your neck, pressing another gentle kiss there. He then pulled back to look at you, that serious look back on his face. “Got out with me.”

“Okay.” Eddie had never had someone agree because they actually liked him. Most people just wanted to either fuck him or use him for his fame or money. But you were a breath of fresh air. He didn’t wonder if you liked him for who he was because he knew you did. It was in the way you treated him. He realized it when you were upset that he didn’t call. You wanted him to call and not because you wanted to have phone sex like the others. You wanted to talk to him about his day and even plan a time when the two of you could meet up again.

“How does tomorrow sound?” If it hadn’t been so late, he would have taken you out right then. He honestly couldn’t wait.

“You’re still going to be in the city?” You knew that they had to head to their next tour stop eventually.

“For you, yeah.” The band had a day off and he was planning on spending every single second with you. He’d take you anywhere you wanted to go and spend however much he had to just to make you happy.

“Tomorrow is perfect.”

“Perfect. I’ll call you with the details.” He winked and all you could do was shake your head.

“Are you gonna wine and dine me?” Eddie wasn’t that kind of guy but he could be if you wanted him to. He hated all of those fancy places and wine was the last drink he would choose, but he would have gladly taken you somewhere nice and even drank wine if you had asked.

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “You’ll just have to see.”

“Okay.” You kissed him again and broke away just as Eddie was getting into it. He chased your lips and you let him, him capturing your top one between his two. He poured everything he had into it, hoping that you could see just how much he wanted you just by how he was kissing you.

Despite your terrible luck in the dating department, you were ready to dive head first into a relationship with Eddie. He had been the guy that had deserved the entire time and you were going to let yourself be loved by him despite how much it scared you. He had helped you through a really hard time and didn’t judge you when you weren’t ready to have sex with him like other men definitely would have. He had been nothing but a gentleman and breath of fresh air compared to the other men in the industry. You knew that the way he had treated you was the bare fucking minimum, but comparing him to your ex, Eddie was a goddamn gentleman.

It had been late, so the two of you had decided that to call it a night. Eddie took you by the hand and led you to a fancy car where the two of you gotten into the backseat. You scooted close, leaving no space between the two of you and Eddie was quick to place his hand on your thigh, giving it loving squeezes at the car took the two of you to your place.

You couldn’t seem to keep your lips or hands off of each other, the small space in the backseat being the perfect excuse to be close to each other, stealing kisses from the other’s mouth. Eddie’s hand moved around your waist to your other thigh, favoring that one so you could get more comfortable against his body. His other hand rested on your cheek while. Yours rested on his upper arms. The kisses were slow, like you thought you had all the time in the world. And sweet just like the two of you thought the other were.

The kisses never lasted long because of your happy giggling, but it didn’t stop you from trying. Your teeth kept clinking together but that only made you laugh more, the two of you only laughing more because of it. You didn’t think you had ever been that happy in your life and Eddie felt the same. Now that you had found each other, he could finally breathe again. All of his worries about you had vanished. You were right there in his arms and he was never letting you go.

The car had finally pulled up to your building and the two of you hesitantly got out. Eddie walked you inside, the two of you taking your sweet time going up the stairs. For the first time, you hadn’t been annoyed that your apartment had been on the top floor or that the elevators had been broken. Again. You didn’t even care that you had to go up the three flights nor that you were moving at a glacial pace. You were trying to soak up any extra time you could get with Eddie despite the fact that you wrestle going to se him in a matter of hours.

You finally got to your apartment and you lingered, gingerly opening your purse, holding onto your keys, but not wanting to unlock the door. Eddie stepped closer and took you in his arms, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before pulling away but still keeping a tight grip on your body.

“I have to go,” you told him, but he just held on tighter, burying his face into your neck again.

“No,” he whined and you just laughed, resting the hand that wasn’t holding your purse on top of his head, running your fingers through his hair as a way to comfort him.

“I’ll see you later.” You made no move to get out of his grasp, still running your fingers through his hair.

“No.” He rubbed his nose against your shoulder, still making no move to let go.

“Do you want to come inside, then?” You nodded your head towards the door. Eddie found the invitation very appealing but he felt weird being in the same space as your friends like that. He was still unsure of the protocol when people he was going home with had roommates.

“I should get back to the guys. Make sure they haven’t trashed the place, you know?”

“Sure,” you nodded even though you were a bit disappointed. You still had plenty of time to share a bed with Eddie again, though. And if you played your card right, you could do that exact thing every night. He stole another kiss from you before pulling away from you completely. He let you unlock your door and you slip inside, closing it behind you. He was quick to knock and you opened up, knowing exactly what he was wanting.

“I forgot something.”

“Right,” you nod, deciding to play along. “And what’s that?” He answered by pressing his lips to yours, one more time, smiling into the kiss. You pushed him away, a smirk on your lips. “Get some sleep, honey.”

You closed the door and Eddie stared at it for a few seconds before heading down the hallway and the stairs to get to his car, thrusting his fist into the air just like Bender had done in the Breakfast Club. For once in his goddamn life, he had gotten the girl. And he hadn’t even done much to get her. He had truly won the lottery and wondered what he had done to deserve you.

You snuck into your room, careful not to wake your roommates, even though all you wanted to do was scream in excitement. You couldn’t remember the last time you had ever been that happy. You made your way to your room and threw your purse onto your desk before collapsing onto your bed. You let out an excited giggle while kicking your feet in the air. You didn’t even have to go on the date with Eddie to know that there would be a second. And a third. There was an unexplainable bond between the two of you. An invisible string tying the two of you together.

You and Eddie both went to sleep thinking about what your future together would be like. Unbeknownst to the other, you had very similar idea of what you were looking for. A walk down the aisle. A white picket fence. A dog running around the yard while your little ones chased it. The two of you would sit on your porch, sharing loving looks with each other, wondering how you each got so lucky to end up with the other while you drank your coffee. That sounded like a great life to both of you if you were being honest.

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An Unexpected Match X

Pt. 1 Pt. 11

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: Disagreements about children…and…you have to read to find out.

Wc: 5.5k

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The gentle morning cold of the February wind combined with your warm cup of coffee was a perfect balance, as you stare out at the Nueva York skyline from the patio of the apartment.

Since leaving the night of the holiday party, you and Miguel decided to stay for a month in the apartment, in hopes some of the heat of drama has settled down, and also hopes that Sofia would give up.

The month of January with just you, Miguel and Gabi has been a dream. Going out to dinner when neither you or Miguel felt like cooking. It was a perfect routine after the holiday break was over. Majority of the time you and Miguel would drive Gabi to and from school, which was closer back to the neighborhood, but it was a nice drive. Luckily soccer season had not started yet, as you weren't sure if you or Miguel were ready for the judging stares of the neighborhood parents.

Sometimes when you had to go to classes early or the same with Miguel and work one of you would drive her.

Today was a Saturday and the day you were going back to the house. Of course you loved that house, holding already so many memories since you moved in 7 months ago, but if only you could just wipe away the rest of the neighborhood, and stay in the perfect bubble of the O'Hara family.

Another thing that has been happening this past month was Miguel trying to bring up the topic of children. And of course every time he has, you have been lucky enough to avoid it.

Yes, you do want children with Miguel. To give Gabi a little brother or sister. Maybe both. But In a few years, after your done with grad school and start your career. Of course your argument can be easily proven wrong at the strong baby fever you've been having lately. It definitely didn't help when one of Miguel's coworkers, Peter who came to drop something off and had brought his baby daughter Mayday with him. While the two were talking you watched over Mayday. Of course Miguel saw how much you loved spending time with her, and as soon as Peter and Mayday left he brought the topic up. And lucky for you, Gabriel had called him on his phone.

You sigh as you watch your breath, cold enough to see it. Two arms wrapped around your waist as you felt a familiar head rest on your shoulder before bringing you against him as he gently kissed up your neck, before turning your head and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Good morning, mi amor. I didn't see you in bed this morning. You usually only come out here this early if something is on your mind."

You set your cup of coffee down on the table before turning around to face him. Still in his arms you rest your head on his chest, as he rest his head on top of yours. Something you both know calm each other down.

"A few things actually. About going back and having to face everyone. Hoping to god we never see Sofia again. Figuring out how to pay for my last semester at school. And well... the other thing, I feel like we might get into an argument over." You lift your head to look up at him. His brows furrow and a small frown forms, curious about your last sentence.

"You think so? You can tell me, cariño. I'd never get mad at you." Miguel caressed your cheek as he gave you a smile of reassurance. He was right, even the little disagreements you have gotten into in the past, neither of you have ever gotten mad at each other. Maybe a little annoyed, but a quick make out session or fuck usually made the annoyances go away.

"It's about kids. I know you've been trying to talk to me about it for a while now."

"I've noticed you've been trying to avoid that conversation. Is there a reason why?" Miguel chuckled as he put some of your hair behind your ear to see more of your beautiful face.

" When I tell you my answer I don't know if I can handle seeing the disappointment in your eyes." Tears brim the corners of your eyes, which Miguel sees right away as he gently wipes them away.

"Mi amor, please tell me. Please don't cry. It breaks my heart see you upset." Miguel puts both hands on the side of your face, caressing your cheeks and wiping any stray away tears.

"I want to have kids. But not for a while."

"For how long?" You can see the nerves build up inside him, even though you could see he was trying to hide it from you.

"When I'm 29, maybe 30." You bite your lower lip, nervous for his answer.

"So, almost a decade from now?"

"Yeah..." Your heart ached as you could see the pain in his eyes.

"Can I ask why so long from now?"

"Starting my career. If I got pregnant now it would be a lot harder for employers to hire me. It's wrong. But it happens. And I want to go to grad school and I just don't know if I could do that and have a baby. I just don't know if I can balance starting a career and have a baby at the same time. That's why I thought after a couple of years I can handle both."

"I've seen your resume, hermosa it is very impressive. so is your transcript. You have a really good chance at getting hired at Alchamex. And women are treated very well there. They receive great maternity leave. If you worked in my department your boss, Jess, my coworker currently is pregnant."

"Is she 21?" You give him a deadpanned look.

"Well, no. She's 33. But even if she was your age. There would be no difference."

"Miguel, I would be an intern. And the interns are highly competitive with each other there. Oh and by the way, how would they react if they found out that the head of Alchemex's Genetics department is the boyfriend and baby daddy to my child. They would think I slept my way into getting the position."

"Well first off, you would be my wife by the time it happened. And second off, you know you would get the job because of your qualifications not because of me."

"Is this turning into a proposal?" Your eyes widen, chuckling lightly.

"Well, not now. But I love you y/n. I do attend to marry you one day."

"And I love you too Miguel. But don't change the subject. Are you ok with my answer about kids?"

"A decade is a long time. By the time we had one I'll almost be 50 and Gabi would be 15."

"Well, when did you think we were going to have more kids?" You cross you arms as you look up at him.

"I thought maybe by next year we would have a baby." Miguel brushed his fingers through his hair, out of his face.

"So you mean me getting pregnant right after graduation? Miguel that's really soon. It's too soon."

"Well 9 years is too far away. Can we compromise at least a bit?"

"Can we wait to have this discussion after I graduate? Please." You look up at him as you wrap you arms around his neck, pushing your body against him. Miguel wraps his arms around you.

"I know what your doing, hermosa. Trying to distract me from the topic." Miguel looks at you slightly annoyed but with a hint of lust in his eyes.

"I am. But can we please talk about it later. I know this is going to go in an evil cycle at the moment. And it's Saturday. I don't want to get in to an argument today."

"Alright, cariño. We'll talk about it later. But please think about it though."

"I will. Please think about what I said too."

"I will." Miguel leaned down and kissed your lips which you happily returned. You both walked back inside the apartment getting ready to head back.

Everything was packed into the car as you carried a sleepy Gabi in your arms.

"Thank you for packing the car, Rick." Miguel handed the doorman a $100 before getting into the car, while you strap Gabi into her car seat before getting into the passenger seat.

The drive back was in silence, obviously this morning conversation weighing heavily on both of your minds.

By the time you drove down your block you saw an unfamiliar car in front of your house. When Miguel pulled into a drive way, " Maldita sea!" he swore under his breath. You look to him before looking ahead and sigh in frustration. "You have got to be kidding me." (Damn it)

Waiting in your drive way was no other than Sofia.

"Stay in the car." Miguel looked over to you with worry in his eyes, before he turned to look at Sofia with a glare. He gets out of the car and walk towards Sofia. He had closed the car door so you couldn't fully here their conversation, but you could tell that Miguel was getting more frustrated the more Sofia stood there with a care free attitude.

"Mama?" Your eyes widen and turn around as you see Gabi was awake.

"Hi baby bug. How did you sleep?"

"Good. Are we home?"

"Yes, we are sweetie."

"What's Papa doing? Why is that lady there again?" Gabi pouted as she saw her father having a yelling spat with that same strange woman. You saw her begin to tear up. "Oh baby." You quickly get out of the car and make your way to the back as you unbuckle her from her car seat. She balled as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You run her back and whisper in her ear saying, "everything is ok. It's ok baby bug."

Hearing his daughter crying Miguel turned around to see you consoling her with worry and fear in his eyes wanting to know what happened.

"She woke up to you outside the car, and got scared with what's happening. You need to leave Sofia. Your making Gabi upset." You shoot daggers her way, to which she rolled her eyes.

"She's a kid. They cry all the time. I doubt it's because of me. Her mother." Sofia said as she tried to walk up to you to get to Gabi, but you stepped away as you turned Gabi away from her. Miguel stepped in the middle protecting you and Gabi from her stepping any closer.

"Leave Sofia. You have no right to be here. And stop saying your her mother. You're not."

"I'm her biological mother. I have every right to have her in my life. And I'll take you to court to prove my point." Argued Sofia.

"Sure take me to court. I have enough money to fight you. But I have enough evidence to say you didn't want her. Even now you barely care about her. You're upsetting my daughter. Now leave."

"Ugh, whatever. But I'm not done here." Sofia rolled her eyes as she walked back to her car and got in before driving away.

Both you and Miguel's attention went back to Gabi as she still was crying in your arms.

"Come here princesa, I'm sorry you had to wake up to that. Everything's ok now." You briefly gave Gabi to Miguel so that he could console her.

"Papa has to pull the car into the drive way. I'm going to give you back to Mama, ok?" Gabi nodded, still pouting as Miguel gave her a kiss to the top of her head before handing her back to you. You kiss the top of her head as you wiped away the rest of her tears.

"Hey, while Papa parks the car in the garage, what are some things you want to do for your 6th birthday party next week." You say, as you unlock the door to the house and walk inside. A smile graces your lips as Gabi perked up slightly when you mentioned her birthday. While Gabi went on an adorable tangent of different things she wanted to do for her birthday party, you looked at your surroundings, happy to be back.

You head to the living room where you sit on the couch with Gabi still in your arms as she begins to calm down and return to her cheery self.

"Can we do a princess super hero theme?" Gabi raised her head from the crook of your neck as she looked up at you, face tear stained.

"Of course we can do that. I'll start coming up with some ideas and I'll show them to you."

"Yay!" Gabi yawned as she rested her head against your chest.

"Do you want to take a nap?" You asked her which she nodded slightly against you. You smiled as you stood up from the sofa and walked upstairs to her bedroom to tuck her into bed.

When you went back downstairs you heard Miguel in the kitchen. Entering the kitchen you hug him from behind as he drank his coffee. As you rest your head against his back you felt his muscles shift as he move his arm.

"¿Dónde está Gabi?" (Where is Gabi?)

"She got tired after crying so I laid her down in her bed to take a nap." You could tell he was still annoyed, not just at the argument with Sofia but also with you.

"Miguel. I was thinking of what you said earlier..." You felt him tense slightly as he turned around to face you. You saw hope glisten in his eyes. You glance away from him as you move to face against the island counter, contemplating your next words.

"Cariño?" Miguel moved behind you as his hands rested on your hips, encouraging you to turn around to face him, which you did as you looked up into his reddish brown eyes.

"What about 5 years? When I'm 26."

"Is there anyway I could get you down to 3 years?" Miguel added softly with a slight hesitation in his voice. Your gaze shifted from his to the fridge.

Three years? That's wasn't that far from now. But maybe you should consider it. It's not like he's not able to support you. But the thought of being financially dependent on him bothers you, brings chills up your spine. It would make you feel like you were using him, even though that wasn't the truth. You sighed. Maybe you will be doing well with a career in 3 years?

You look back up to him, a smile coming to your lips. "Sure, three years." Your answer brought a wide smile to his face as he leaned down and placed a kiss to your lips. The kiss began to get more heated as Miguel lifted you on to the counter, settling himself between your thighs as he continued to abuse your lips.

"Can we go to our room?" You huff out a breath of air, lips swollen slightly. Miguel nodded as he lifted you from the counter, large hands cupping your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips smashed against his as you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

The tension and stress between the you both of you didn't get you upstairs as you pass through the living room Miguel decides to lay you on the sofa, with him over you. He pressed his lips to yours, "thank you for compromising, hermosa. You'll be an amazing mother." Miguel said as he kiss down your neck to his shirt that you borrowed this morning as he unbuttons it, throwing it to the ground when it's off of you. He loved it when you put on his clothes.

"I know you'll be an amazing father. You're already such a great one now." If eyes could physically turn into hearts that's what Miguel would look like after your words, as his heart is filled with so much love for you.

His lips moved down to your now bra less chest as he latches on to one of your nipples. A moan escapes you as you comb your fingers through his black curls.

You help pull off your leggings, knowing that if you didn't get them off sooner you knew Miguel would rip them off as he has in the past. Miguel helped you pull them off before ripping your panties off. In the past you would get annoyed by it, but now you always by them in bulk. Cause no matter how many times you tell him to just take them off, his sexual urge to be inside you always makes him forget, or not care. But seconds after they are off your forget as you feel your self get stretched by his large girth.

Your hands move on to his shoulders as they lightly claw his back. "Fuck baby, you're tight. Relax for me, cariño."

You felt your pleasure course through your limbs,  now relaxed as you slightly move your hips to gain friction, signally for Miguel to move. He removed himself until the tip before thrusting completely into you with the snap of his hips, making you gasp out a moan.

As Miguel continued his assaults to your pussy he lifted your hips, gaining a new position inside you. You clamp your hand over your mouth to quiet your moans. You felt every one of his ridges move against your gummy walls, while his tip hit your g-spot continuously. Miguel removed your hand from your mouth as he held both of your wrists above your head with one of his.

"No mi amor. I want to hear your beautiful voice." Miguel groaned as his forehead pressed against yours.

"B-but Gabi." You managed to let out.

"It's fine, she's all the way upstairs." Miguel kissed your lips as they moved down to your neck as he began to suck against the sweet spot, letting out another gasp.

Miguel's pace quickened as he continued to ram into you. He was fucking you so hard you thought you felt your insides become messed up. Miguel looked down towards your torso. He felt his cock grew harder as he saw himself physically stretch out your insides.

"Fuck, I can never get enough of this amazing pussy. I can't wait to see this belly swollen with my children. I can't wait till you bare my children, mi amor. Te quiero tanto, hermosa." Miguel said in your ear, making your heart swell with love.

"I love you too, Miggy. So much." You felt your core twist in a knot before releasing, as you moan out loud from your climax. Not long after Miguel thrusted deep inside, balls slapping against you as he spills deep inside you, making your inner walls white and filling you until it starts to spill out of you.

He pulls out as he took a deep breath, placing a loving kiss to your lips before parting as his forehead rested on yours.

After resting on the sofa after your love making Miguel lifts you from the sofa and carries you to the master bathroom, where he turned on the Roman-size bath.

When it was ready he carries you into the water, where he found a place to sit and rested against the wall of the bath resting his arms on the sides as you rested your back against him. You both stayed there in perfect silence, showing small affections of love with kisses and  small loving touches until fatigue took over your body as your eyes closed falling asleep.

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Two days before Gabi’s birthday

“Yay! We’re here!” Gabi cheered as she helped the popular cartoon gift bag in her hands as she ran up to the front door of the house.

You and Miguel smiled down at her excited attitude. Today was one of her close friends birthday party, sadly it was at Ms. Johnson’s house. The woman always got on your nerves, as she tried to flirt with Miguel every second she could. And in front of you too. Of course, no one knew you two were dating. This was your first appearance as a couple, so you were curious if she soul try to do the same thing.

After Gabi rang the doorbell the door opened revealing your favorite person.

“Ah the O’Hara’s and Y/n. How nice to see you again.” Ms. Johnson said with a the most fakest smiles, it took all of your will power not to roll your eyes. She welcomed the three of you inside as Gabi wandered off the the backyard where the rest of the kids were.

With a hand on your lower back you and Miguel followed Ms. Johnson to the living room where other parents talked while sipping on cocktails and eating snacks. When you both entered many parents stared, one whispering to the other, “I can’t believe he’s with Sam and Sarah’s daughter. I’m shocked they even showed up here.”

“I know. Especially after what went down at the holiday party. He’s so attractive. He could literally have anyone and he chooses this girl?”

You tried your best to pretend you didn’t hear the conversation as you kept your smile on your face. The audacity of some of these people. They should just mind their own damn business.

“Would you care for any drinks? Y/n are you old enough to drink?” Smiled Ms. Johnson as she looked at you.

“Yes I am. Maybe you had two many glasses of wine since you can’t seem to remember my age. You should slow down.” You smile as you hear Miguel trying to stifle a chuckle along with a few other people in the room.

“I’ll get you two a glass of wine.” Ms. Johnson smiled before leaving the room.

Miguel leaned down to whisper into your ear, “We’ll have a glass of wine and then we’ll say we have to go to another event for my job.” You turn to look up at him with a smile. “Sounds like a good escape plan.” Miguel returns your smile as he leaves a kiss to your cheek.

“Hey, so like what is it that makes you interested in a guy like Miguel. He is like over a decade older than you.” Said one of Gabi’s classmates dads as he walks over to you.

“Ryan, you can’t just say stuff like that. It’s rude.” Scolded his wife next to him. “I’m sorry about him. He’s had a few too many beers.” She chuckled.

“No, but I’m serious. Cause like y/n your freaking hot. Why be with a man so much older? Yeah ok, Miguel you keep yourself in shape man. But like, I just don’t get it. Like I’m 6 years younger than you Miguel, yet I don’t have a young hot babe beside me. Ah, maybe it’s the money.”

Your eyes widen from his words.

“You listen here. You’re lucky there are kids around us or my fist would be in your face. If I ever here you disrespect my girlfriend again, you’ll deeply regret it.” Miguel got into the man’s face sending him a deathly glare as his voice turns into a serious tone. Giving the guy a slight scare he raised his arms up in surrender as he moved away from Miguel.

“Maybe it’s best if you and Ryan leave.” Said Ms. Johnson as she came back into the room with two glasses of wine for you and Miguel. How you so desperately wanted to drink this glass in one swoop.

The couple left to your relief, but you still weren’t comfortable as he wasn’t the only one thinking that same thing about you and Miguel.

After talking with these unbearable people for a hellish hour, Miguel finally decided that it’s time to go.

“We’re going to head out. We have another event to go to.”

“Aww alright, well I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Ms. Johnson smiled flirtatiously towards Miguel wondering if he was picking Gabi up up after the sleepover.

“I am actually. So I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.” You smile as you take Miguel’s empty wine glass and hand her both of your glasses. He smile faltered before being replaced with a fake one.

“Perfect. Well…I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Until then.” You return her fake smile before you and Miguel left the living room to give Gabi a quick goodbye before you both left the house.

Walking a block from the house you say, “oh god, was that unbearable. I swear these people are just like on drugs or something, this neighborhood is just so nosy and rude!” You laugh, hysterical from the event.

“Yeah, that was pretty bad in there.” Miguel chuckled before he silently snuck up on you and lifted you up by the waist, wrapping his arms around you before placing a big kiss to your cheek. You let out a laugh as he continued kissing your face and neck. “Miggy, wait till we get home.”

“I can’t help myself mi amor. Now that our relationship is public I want the whole world to know how much I love you.” Miguel kissed your lips one more time, before setting you down. You intertwine your fingers with his as you hold his hand walking the rest of the way back home.

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The day of Gabi’s birthday

“Good morning baby bug! Happy Birthday!” You smile as you sit on the bed beside her.

“Here is a first gift out of many princesa.” Miguel handed her a new stuffed kitty cat animal. After sitting up Gabi hugged the stuffed animal. “Thank you Papa! I love it! I’m going to name her snowball!”

“Such a cute name for a cute kitty.” You smile as you brush strands of hair out of her face. Miguel lifted Gabi out of bed as he hung her upside down on his shoulders.

“Oh no Gabi, the house turned upside down!” Said Miguel as he walked her out of her room and downstairs towards the kitchen.

“Papa, I’m the one that’s upside down.” Gabi giggled from her fathers words. You chuckled along with them as you followed them down to the kitchen where a stack of pancakes topped with berries and whipped cream smiley face and finally a candle.

When all three of you entered the kitchen Miguel flipped her right up and sat her on the kitchen counter chair.

“One last thing.” You say as you get the lighter to light the candle. Once lit both you and Miguel sing Happy Birthday in Spanish before she blew out the candle.

“I wished for everything to stay at it is.” Gabi smiled as she swooped a strawberry in the whip cream and ate it.

“I couldn’t agree more princesa.” Miguel smile as he kissed the top of her head.

After eating together as a family, Miguel went to go get ready for work as he needed to attend an early meeting.

“Ok my two favorite girls. I’ll see you both after work and we’ll celebrate your 6th birthday at your favorite restaurant, princesa.” Miguel walked back into the kitchen in his suite.

“Yay!” Gabi raised her hands in excitement. You chuckled as you saw her face was covered in whipped cream and syrup. You grab a wet cloth and wipe her face before kissing the top of her head.

“Goodbye princesa.” Miguel kissed the top of her head as Gabi wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a small hug.

“Bye bye papa. Love you!”

“Love you too.”

He then walked over to you as he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you against him as he gives you a loving goodbye kiss.

“Goodbye cariño. Have a nice day with classes. I’ll see you later.”

“Goodbye. Have a good day at work. I’ll pick up Gabi from school.”

Miguel looked at you and Gabi one more time with a wide happy smile before leaving.

The entire work day was chaotic as he had no time to take a break until now.

Miguel smiled wide as he entered the luxury store. He gazed around before his eyes darted towards his main mission here.

“Welcome Sir. How may I help you?” Said the stores salesman as he greeted Miguel with a welcoming smile.

“I’m here to buy an engagement ring.”

“Wonderful! We have a great selection. What’s your price range?”

“Can I see your most valued rings?”

The store clerk eyes widen and smile grew bigger, “Of course. Follow me this way. We keep our nice items in a private room.” The salesman gestured for Miguel to follow him.

After some time and looking through a vast amount of rings, Miguel eyes landed on the one. The one you knew would be perfect. Because you were perfect. And you deserved the best.

“This is the one.”

“That’s an excellent choice Mr. O’Hara. That’s one lucky woman.”

“I’m the lucky one.” Miguel smiled as he held the ring in his hands, so small compared to

his large hands. Just like your hands when they’re intertwined in his.

“Thank you for your purchase. Please feel free to reach out if you have an questions or concerns about your purchase. Have a nice day.”

“You too. Thank you.” Miguel left the store, stopping a few feet away to open the box and look at the ring again.

His phone went off. Miguel rolled his eyes thinking it was work as he close the ring box and put it in his coat pocket before he took his phone out of his pocket. The number calling was unfamiliar, but he press the green button, deciding to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Is this Mr. O’Hara speaking?”

“Yes. Who is this?”

“This is Nueva York Medical. You were listed as Ms. Y/n L/n emergency contact?”

“Y-yes.” Miguel’s heart stopped before rapidly beating against his chest as his stomach dropped.

“She was in a car accident.”

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SWTOR-Tumblr Annual Holiday Party

SWTOR Holiday Party - Star Forge Server

Saturday, December 30th -  4:00 PM ET / 3:00 PM CT  / 1:00 PM PT / 9:00 PM GMT

Countdown // Translate to your timezone

Come on out this Saturday for some cross-faction fun! For the fifth(!) year in a row, we’ll be throwing snowballs at each other on scenic, but chilly, Ilum. Grab your snowballs/snowball cannons/tinsel bombs for a little holiday get-together!

We’ll be meeting up on Ilum on the Eastern Ice Shelf at the twin frozen lakes, which is south of the Imperial Base Camp, and east of the Republic Way Station.

Type /cjoin TumblrChat to shout at people long distance, or you can whisper me on the name “Greyias” if you need some help finding where we’re at. (Whispers will only work on Pubside unfortunately, only because of cross-faction restrictions)

Need to grab some snowballs? Head over to the Master of Ceremonies on your respective faction’s fleet and purchase the snowball item.

Come on out, we’d love to see you!

And now, look under the cut for some of our really silly, 100% optional, party traditions we sometimes indulge in:

Ugly Life Day swtor Sweater Challenge

A lot of the lowbie chest pieces on the starter planets (like the Nerfherder tunic), also dye really well. Truly the potential in-game are practically endless.

White Bantha Gift Exchange

Find or bring some random in-game object to exchange with some unwitting bystander another partygoer! The more useless, unique, or hilarious the item, the better!

Use the in-game trade function to exchange the “gift” to someone live! Alternately you can mail it to your recipient of choice, the but it can sometimes take up to an hour for it to be delivered.

The only catch with this activity that I can tell is that you have to be on the same faction in order to trade with or mail another player. Because apparently rival factions must be at war, or something lame like that. Like the name of the game is Star Wars or something. 

Again, both of these are 100% optional (so is the snowball fight for that matter), you can just come and hang out with us if that’s all you want to do! The goal is for us to have fun and hang out with each other in-game as a community, so as long as you have fun, that’s all that matters! ♥

[gojoscloset]

Coward pt. 2

Gojo Satoru x Reader angst

Warnings: Angsty , not proof read, written at work, sexualized themes / NSFW

Continuation of Coward pt. 1

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Please read before we continue:

Hello Angels it’s been a long long time I know I know I’m really sorry! Every time I get my creative juices flowing the world brings someone into my life that only wants to fuck with my emotions and then I stray away from creative things and yada yada it’s a never ending cycle honestly! Originally the chapter was going to be a lot longer but I felt bad that I’ve been leaving some of y’all hanging without a hint or context so I split it just to give you guys something for now and hopefully I’ll bring more to the table next chapter! (^: I’ve actually been reading hella fanfic so it’s gotten me back into my zone and I know I always say this but hopefully I’ll get back into the swing of things! Much love, hope you all have a good day and enjoy! Also if it applies, happy holidays ❤️

Let’s continue shall we?

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“Here you go baby, this one’s on the house. You look like you could use a little pick me up.”

You snapped out of your thoughts and watched the waiter as she placed a to-go cup of coffee in front of you.

“Also, we closed a few minutes ago, but take your time darling, no rush.” She gave you a knowing smile and left you alone to return to your thoughts. You managed to thank her before she headed to the back, assuming she was finishing up her cleaning duties before going home.

You finally looked up and around the diner, it was empty and quiet with the exception of the soft music playing in the background and sounds of cooks and servers cleaning up in the heart of the house. You arrived around midday, but the sun set long ago, how long have you been there?

You gathered your things and cleaned up your booth a little, placing a nice tip underneath a ketchup bottle before walking back home. Moments like these were not unfamiliar to you, well at least not anymore. You thought about all of it on your way home and how the lines blurred drastically after Gojo left. Your days felt meshed together and it was hard to separate the happier emotions from the negative. Everything that normally felt good felt plain. Bland. Numb. To say Gojos absence shook your world was an understatement.

The world continued to spin but your world felt like it was falling apart for weeks now, yet You were forced to live life normally when all you wanted to do was lie down for a long long time and let flowers bloom from your chest. But of course, this was real life, and the show must go on.

Your immediate friends and family knew about the situation, (albeit not in detail). They tried their best to get you into better spirits. Invitations to outings, being forced out of your home for drinks and the occasional club.You knew they meant well with all the drinks and parties and outings, but god you hated it. You hated having to get ready, and hated when you would have to re-blend your makeup, or redo your lashes because you started to cry halfway through.

Or when you would constantly remind yourself not to unfocus your eyes and dissociate in front of your friends. Or when someone would say something funny and you had to fake laugh and fake match the energy your friends were putting out so you wouldn’t accidentally let it slip how bad you were actually doing.

Pretending to fix your hair or makeup in the restroom just so you could look at yourself a little longer in the mirror. Well rather the shell of you.You tried your best to mask it all, but everyone knew the look, heartbreak was a universal thing. You could cloak your sadness with alcohol and cheap thrills but everyone knows at some point the party has to come to an end.

In other words your friends knew, and you knew they knew. How could they miss it when you yourself would look in the mirror and see a fake bitch looking back at you? You felt just as fake as the man who did this to you. You had the same lifeless look in your eyes, you looked just like him.

—

“Everything alright?” A voice called to you from the bottom of the steps of your complex. It was your neighbor, Jun, casually smoking what looked like a USB port.

‘Damn, when did I make it home?’ You thought but smiled at him

“Yeah, um I was thinking about work, but I’m doing alright, thank you .”

“Positive? Because I haven’t seen you or the tall one in a while. I don’t hear y’all laughing when I walk my dog anymore.”

You cleared your throat, temporarily getting rid of the lump forming, just enough for you to speak without sounding like you were going to cry.

“Ha….yeah …Let’s just say he’s not in the picture anymore.” There was an uncomfortable moment of silence after you said that.

“He didn’t deserve you anyway” Jun had no idea what the situation was, but you could always tell he was for the girls, apparently having been raised in a house full of women. (Information gained after knowing him since the day you moved to these apartments.)

You fake laughed and shook your head. “It is what it is, I suppose. But you know, life continues.” You gave him another smile and watched him take another hit of his vape.

“True. But also” he exhaled the smoke blowing it away from your direction. “You don’t have to pretend with me. Breakups aren’t easy, especially when you’re alone. I won’t pry, but if you need to talk about it, like really talk about it, you know where to find me.”

—

You actually ended up accepting Jun’s offer a few nights later. It was another one of those days where you had the mighty strong urge to drastically change some part of your life to feel like you were in control. You suggested going bald. Jun, however, suggested you look for another job, one that ‘wasn’t remote so you could interact with other people, rather than being locked in your home for days at a time.’

You also mentioned to Jun how you felt like you were going crazy constantly thinking about Satoru. How he would plague your mind 24/7 and you felt like a psycho for always thinking of him.

“We’ll if you feel like you’re going crazy, do something crazy. But obviously not something that will hurt you or others. But whatever you choose, get out of your comfort zone.”

And that you did.

If someone told you a few months ago you quit your remote job to work as a bartender at a bar that caters mainly to the ‘male gaze’ you would probably look at them crazy and offer them a number to a hotline, yet here you were

“Frozen or on the rocks?”

Working your charm at the bar, something you hadn’t done since before you moved to Japan. It was a leap of faith, and a damn good one if you do say so yourself.

Despite it being a very risky decision, to you this has been one of the most refreshing decisions you’ve made in a while. Sure you hated going to places like these with your friends in efforts to forget about Satoru, but it was different when money was involved. You finally felt like you paved a way to healing, everything felt great, for the moment.

You knew the few shifts a week would turn into being scheduled for the whole week. But you didn’t mind, the burnout felt good as hell as it was a socially acceptable form of self harm. But what you liked the most was you rarely had time to think about Satoru. It was always Wake up, get ready for work, work, go home, sleep,repeat. There was no time to think of boys, only time to think about what drinks were next in queue.Ticket after ticket, tip after tip the money came fast, and you spent it slow. Sure, sometimes you would be tired,or you would have to miss events you were interested in, but when the money talks, you listen.

—-

Working at the bar had its perks financially, sure however there was something else you slowly grew a liking to, one that unfortunately motivated you just as much as the money.

Attention.

You swore up and down that you were only doing it for the money. That your flirtatious choice of words were simply to sway your customers for your own gain, but there was much more behind your coquettish behavior.

It definitely made you feel guilty at first, like you were still somehow tied to him. Nonetheless you talked sweet to men because you knew you attract more bees with honey, and you were your sweetest if they were handsome, or if they looked like they could hand-some money over. Money was cool for a while but the validation?The attention that you gave to other men? It did something to you.

Secretly, the flirting and constant attention was a form of revenge for you. One you felt was harmless but actually had consequences.

In the moment where you knew you had someone around your finger your thoughts moved to Satoru. For a split second you would think about how much it would hurt him if he knew, and it felt good even if it was just for a few seconds. What you didn’t know was revenge actually releases dopamine, something you’ve been lacking for a while now which is why it was easy to get hooked on this rebound behavior in attempts to fill the void money stopped filling. The desire also influenced your appearance, having you invest in a number of things from Acrylics to lashes and tattoos, to expensive perfumes and hair extensions. Small things that made a big difference in how men treated you, and how they tipped you. You saw the difference it made, and you wanted more. The flirty conversations at the bar top soon turned into heated (but safe) one night stands with whoever you chose, continuing to fuel your petty reasoning.

Shamefully when the alcohol hit and things got nasty you would daydream about Satoru walking in on you and whoever you were with so he could see what he left behind, so he could hurt like you were hurting.

Even if you knew this was all in your head.

—

It was one of the busiest nights at the Bar, nothing you weren’t used to. The music blasted in the building putting you in the zone, like you were on autopilot.

You timed and coordinated everything to ensure a good shift, you organized the drinks, socialized with the customers and made sure everyone was happy, it was your job after all.

On top of everything it was a themed night at the bar, lingerie night to be exact. The girls wore their best lingerie, nothing that would have their bits all on display, but pretty damn close! And you were no exception, you wore your best embroidered lace set, tight ribbons squeezing your torso and thighs to give your figure the ‘squishy’ look. You knew they were a sucker for lace and ribbon. You did a darker western makeup look this time, something sexy and bold to stand out a little more.

——

Two tall figures approached the bar top, and you turned to them, multiple beers pressed against your chest and you popped them open back to back quickly “hey babes! I’ll be right -“ you froze in place and almost dropped everything in your hand.

You made eye contact with Geto and smiled, shaky but it counted. You didn’t even have to look at the other man to know who accompanied Geto, the two were attached at the hip, but you did so anyway, catching a glimpse of the face you’ve been trying to forget. But how could you forget a face like his? A face that was proof that God does in fact have favorites.

“I’ll be right with y’all!” You smiled again and turned to the other side of the bar, tossing coasters in front of the gentlemen like frisbees. You placed the beers down, your hands and feet ran cold, fingers shaking slightly. Your heart was definitely in your ass by the time you placed the last beer on the coaster, you cleared your throat and tried shaking it off mentally bracing yourself for impact.

“Hey, how ya doin’? What can I do for you boys ?” You smiled, focusing your gaze on Geto, trying your best to look at Gojo as little as possible without being rude.

But of course he was the first to speak, pointing at the menu.

“Which one do you recommend? I’m more of a sweet over bitter kind of guy?” He looked at you through his shades and gave you HIS smile. Then it hit you. They either probably had no idea who you were or they were pretending. But Gojo wouldn’t pretend in a scenario like this.

“Hmmm, anything from this particular page is good, and the first three are our top sellers!” You flipped his menu a page over and pointed a shaky finger at a boxed area containing the bar's popular sugary drinks.

You could smell his cologne when you got closer to take a look at the menu in his hand. Satoru was a man with expensive taste, and he never chose scents everyone else had and as hard as it was to admit, he smelled delicious. Your body remembered his scent, and you had to take a small step back to gather your bearings.

“What about you handsome, what can I get for you ?”

You turned to Geto, using him as a way to get away from Gojo momentarily. You could feel the heat rise to your face and the familiar lump in your throat coming fast, momentarily things felt like they were moving fast but nothing was happening at all.

“Hmm I’m not sure, do you mind if I continue to look?”

“No go ahead, take your time babe! I’ll be back in a sec to check up on y’all.” You smiled and quickly made your way around the bar.

Many tried to flag you down while walking out of the bar area, but you ignored them, it’s not like you could see them anyway, everything was in tunnel vision.

‘No no no no no’ the interaction made your whole body cringe, everything felt dreamy, as if this was an out of body experience and not in the good way.

“Kagi.I have to go. Like right now right now.” You spoke into your head set letting the manager for the night know you were about to dip. Quickly unclasping the headset from your hip and wrapping the wire around the walkie talkie, just in time for you to hear a static “Locker room” from the other end. You quickly rushed to the Locker Room and grabbed your items from your assigned locker, Kagi walked in not long after, approaching you as you frantically put your sweatpants and hoodie on over your outfit.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

You shook your head in response while closing your locker.“ I can’t talk right now, but I really need to leave. Please split my tips amongst the girls and tell them I said I’m so sorry” you zipped up your backpack and made a b line to the door. Kagi had questions, but she let it slide only because this was very out of character for you, she figured it must’ve been urgent and would ask questions later. You pushed Past the doors and past the guests, catching a glimpse of the Snow White hair amongst the crowd once more before rushing out the exit.

—

It was evident you longed for Satoru, yet you found yourself at the doorstep of one of your favorite Booty calls. The door clicked open and he smiled down at you, confused but it was always good to see your face since he knew what you wanted and he knew exactly what to give you. You wasted no time, crashing your lips against his, you needed to feel something, something other than that heavy feeling you constantly carried in your heart.

It was messy and rough. This was probably the nastiest you’ve gone with him, and the roughest he’s been with you. Aggressively grabbing at your body, leaving his markings on your neck,wrists and chest. You did the most in his bed, putting on a show like you would for Satoru, but instead for a man you knew didn’t deserve to see this side of you, but it didn’t matter in that moment. You did it to forget, and to ease the pain away, even if it wasn’t helping. Of all the millions of trillions of things you could think about, all you thought about was him. How easily he seemed to forget about you, and how easy it was for him to give beautiful smiles to others.Things you weren’t jealous of before burned your insides at the thought. You wondered why out of all the bars he chose that bar in particular, though you had no right to judge him when you worked there.

—

The ride from his place to yours was silent. You managed to catch the last train before the stations shut down for the night, and thankfully you were alone.

You took a good look at yourself in the reflection of the windows ignoring the familiar scenery that whizzed by to get a gander at your physical form. You knew you were looking at yourself but even you couldn’t recognize the person in the reflection. You honestly felt like you shouldn’t even be surprised that Geto and Gojo didn’t recognize you back at the bar.

You were quite disappointed in yourself to say the very least. You have been practicing in your head for months what you would say and do if you ever came across him again and clearly it didn’t go as planned. The script you wrote in your head was thrown to the wind, the same wind that blew your cover. You weren’t a hot and sexy ‘boss bitch’. You were overworked and over sexualized, utilizing male validation as a form of escapism.

You turned your head revealing the deep purple bruises all across your neck in the reflection. You grabbed the strings of your hoodie and pulled them tight, hiding the marks as best as you could, you didn’t want to see them, they made you feel disgusted.

The train arrived at your destination and you quickly made your way back home to your apartment. You climbed up the stairs , mentally wishing Jun was home so you could talk your feelings out , but alas he usually worked nights on the weekends, so no luck there.

You pulled your keys out as you reached the last of the steps, wanting to just go home and shower everything off, but you halted immediately when you looked up and saw the devil himself, nonchalantly leaning against your door.

“There you are…. I’ve been looking for you”

[captain-lessship]

Young Mountain Man Pt. 1

It was damn near predetermined that you would be close with William. Being born within just a few months of each other, your mothers became friends. Exchanging blankets and advice on how to care for you both. Due to their closeness, you two were left to play together.

You and him would have hopscotch competitions, kick a ball back and forth and race to the apple tree that was out behind your house.

Your youth was spent with him. Up until he was old enough to go to work with his Pa and you were settling into your own self.

Of course, he still came to visit and you couldn’t help but feel your heart begin to grow attached to him in a new way. Your eyes lingered on his and your gaze would dip to his lips as he was talking. He was becoming very handsome and you couldn’t help but appreciate it.

The reality that you were in love came to under that very apple tree you used to race to. He was sweet and good to you. He had grown into quite the gentleman: holding doors open, picking up some of your dress so you wouldn’t drag it through the mud, helping you on and off your horse and even helping with chores like wood chopping and helping you carry in any heavy objects.

He also was a fantastic person to converse with. He had many ideas and thoughts about the world and how he would run things or opt to change them. He never shut down your opinions on any subject, even if they were a direct contradiction to his view. He had nothing but respect and compassion for you and you had nothing but the same for him.

You were just sitting under the tree, smiling as you thought of your beautiful blonde boy, working on your embroidered dress when you saw the Hatfield’s coming for a visit. You waved to them and began to pick up your things and headed down to meet them.

“Hey there,” Anse said, hopping down from the wagon, “Your Pa home?” He asked.

“Yes sir, he just got back from the store. Hi Levicy! How are you?”

“I am doing fine, how about yourself?” She said as Anse helped her down from the wagon.

William had to have learned it from somewhere, you thought. “I am doing great! Almost done with the dress!” You held it out to the lady and she smiled at the handy work.

“It’s so beautiful. I bet you pricked yourself a few times making it,” she joked, “But it looks like it’ll be worth it.”

Anse looked at the dress, “It’s rather pretty, any special reason?”

“Oh,” you folded it back up as you walked to the door to let your guests in, “I thought it would be a nice dress to wear for birthdays, parties and holidays. No other girl will have a dress like it.”

You opened the door to the house, “Mama! Pa! The Hatfields are here!” You walked to your room and put away the dress and your threads.

“Ah! Anse! Been a while?” You heard your father say, being as loud and boisterous as ever.

“Well Bill, you know how logging is. Busy work. Hear you ain’t doing so bad yourself?”

Your family had gotten its wealth from clothing, textiles and furniture. Your father made wooden furniture that was so beautiful that you couldn’t help but want a piece in your house. The clothing was made by his team of tailors and seamstresses. It was there in his store that you learned your own skills.

“Winters are cold so you need layers and in summer you still gotta be decent. And might as well take a new wardrobe to store it all!”

As you walked out of your room, Levicy was next to speak, “Sylvia! Just the lady I was wanting to see. I heard your apples and peaches have come in heavy this year. Would it bother you if I just picked some for a pie and eating?”

Your Mama was a very giving person, when she had excess that is, “Of course! Bill is already sick of apples.”

Your Pa laughed, “You put ‘em in everything! Sit down you two, rest yourselves.” He motioned for them to sit down in the living room.

“Say,” your Mama began, “It’s been a few months. Where’s your William? Has he got sick of us?”

There was a silence that gave it away that something had happened. You felt your heart begin to quicken.

“Well, we were cutting timber and the tree fell. Some of the splinters caught his eye.”

“Oh goodness,” your mama whispered, “Is he alright now?”

“We thought he was going to have to lose the eye but he won’t. Though, it’s going milky.”

He had been send you letters during those months and hadn’t mentioned it. You frowned, “Did he think that we would say something about it?”

Levicy shook her head, “He doesn’t even like us looking at it right now. It still has redness to it. In a week or two, it’ll be capped over.”

And in a few weeks, you were riding your way up to the Hatfields with the peaches and apples for Levicy. You were excited to see William or Cap as they were now calling him.

It was a good ride and you reached there in time to help Levicy with some dishes before supper, talking about the days of when you were young to pass the time.

“You couldn’t say William so you called him Illy,” she laughed, “It was cute.”

You smiled, “I couldn’t say Anse either.”

“Oh lord! He got so mad that you were calling him Ann but you were just a little thing. Too sweet to be mad at.”

You giggled at little. Thinking and reminiscing always put you in a good mood.

“I want to talk to you about something.” She calmly said.

“Yes?”

“You’re a real sweet girl. Caring and understanding. I know that you and Cap have spent many days together as friends but,” her brown eyes looked into yours, “Do you love him?”

You thought only for a moment before answering, “I do. He’s always there when I need him.”

“Well, that’s good because he’s asked us if he could ask your parents to marry you. I wanted to know if you would be willing before I said yes.”

“He wants to marry me?” You asked, excitement filling your voice.

“Yes. He’s planning on asking them after church tomorrow. I don’t know when exactly he’ll ask you if they say yes but I guess it would be soon.”

Your face began to hurt due to the smile on your face, “I- That’s wonderful!”

“Do you think your parents will approve?”

“Yes! Mama loves him ‘cause he never denies having a second plate and is always sweet to her, says he’s a real gentleman. Pa has said that the only thing he wants for me is to be happy and marry a hard worker! He’s one! Cap is as hard working as any man in West Virginia or even Kentucky.”

“He is!” Levicy said, hugging you. “Now we just gotta wait! Ooh! It’s gonna kill me.”

“It might kill me too!”

Then a small fleet of men came through the door, the Hatfield men were back from logging. Your eyes caught Cap’s and you smiled. He was just as handsome as you remembered. He turned his face to look at you, letting you look at his eye.

It looked like a pearl one of those fancy ladies up in New York and places like that would wear. True that you missed the pair of baby blues but the mismatched set had their own charm. You liked them.

He smiled at you and nodded to you as he took off his hat, a shyness coming to him.

“Hello! Work good today?” You asked the group.

“As well as it always is.” Anse said, taking his hat off.

“Hey,” Cap said, looking at you, “Are you staying for supper or are you heading home?”

“I gotta head home. Mama is busy baking up pies for the Sunday Dinner tomorrow.”

“Your Ma is baking? Oh boy, better wear the pants a size too big tomorrow. She’s one of the best pie bakers in this county.” Johnse joked. It was true. Her secret? A dash of sugar in the egg wash for the crust. A extra sweet hint.

“It’s getting late, I could go with you to make sure you make it home.” Cap offered, his voice had a twinge of hope in it.

“I would like the company and Mama would like an unbiased opinion on her new creation.”

“Aw, can I come too?”

“No, Johnse, but I’ll be sure to tell you about it.” Cap poked at him. A light laugh leaving him.

You and Cap bid the family goodbye, beginning your descent to your house.

The crickets chirped and a faint hoot of an owl sounded ever so often.

“It’s so peaceful.” You said, voice just above a whisper.

“Yeah, real calming.” He responded. “You like looking at the stars?”

“Yeah, but you know how people say you can see pictures in them? I guess I just don’t know which ones to look at.”

“All I know is the Big Dipper an’ Little Dipper. That’s the main two.”

“The big one points north, right?”

“Yup!” He looked over at you, “I know this might be an odd question but, do you have anyone after you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like boys. Wanting to court you and stuff?”

“No, why?” You asked, knowing damn well why.

“Well I- You’re a very pretty girl and pretty girls get asked by many boys.”

“Not a one is coming for me.” You laughed lightly, “They all like that Rosanna McCoy and that red headed girl that’s originally from Georgia.”

Cap was silent, thinking about it. “Well, if you were to have your pick, what kind of man would you pick?”

You smiled, “I like when they do things just to do it, not expect nothing in return. I also like them smart, reading and writing smart. And I guess he’d have to be very fun to be around. What kind of woman would you want?”

“Kind. Peaceable too, some people just argue for the sake of arguing and I don’t like it. I like when girls smile, it’s very pretty. I like pretty things.”

You both talked about your figurative romances til you got home, the sun fully gone from the sky.

“I will let you go in before I leave. Goodnight.”

You smiled at him, “Goodnight, Cap. I will see you Sunday. Oh! And just make something up for the creation.”

He grinned, “I will.”

You walked up the pathway and through the door, turning to look out the small window atop the door to watch him leave.

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SNEAK PEEK:

March 14th, 1960

Graceland

Elvis can’t sleep. Even after his romp with the little ice skater currently wrapped in his arms, and the lingering exhaustion that never seems to truly go away, his mind and body just won’t relax.

He wants to, he really does. It was his hope that sex might do the trick, but instead he just finds himself staring aimlessly above him, uncharacteristically uncomfortable with the girl he is holding in her post-coital bliss. Honestly, all he wants right now is her out of here and back downstairs with all the rest of the Holiday on Ice company he’d invited over for a party. Maybe play in the surprise snowstorm a little.

Greta is a carryover from his time in Germany, a part of the Holiday on Ice troupe he had seen in Frankfurt. There, it was different. She’d been a welcome distraction, and he thought, since she happened to be one of the few from that company who’d come over stateside, that maybe she would prove the same here.

No such luck.

She was fine and all. The sex was fine, but something was…missing. And frankly he feels strange about her occupying your side of the bed, sullying it with her cloying perfume. He makes a note to tell someone to change the sheets before you come in.

And with that thought, he untangles himself despite the girl’s disappointed sigh of protest and starts redressing. “Best get back downstairs, darlin’. Can’t have folks sayin’ I’m a bad host,” he says disarmingly, tucking his dress shirt into the cummerbund he’s refastened around his waist, throwing her a wide, bright smile he knows from experience has a warm effect on women.

She nods, getting the hint and smiling back at him while she picks up her clothes from where they’d been so carelessly discarded on the floor not all that long ago. Once they are both decent, he opens the door to usher her out and nearly runs right into you as pass through the hallway.

It is silly the way his heart races, as though he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He watches you take stock of the situation, holding his breath for your reaction. It is certainly not the first time he’d been caught with one girl by another, and he can’t help feeling that he has betrayed you in some way. Perhaps it is because to everyone else in this house, you are his girlfriend, and any man in his right mind doesn’t want to be discovered fooling around with one girl when he is supposed to be with another...

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about me/masterlist ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

about me:

hi! i’m alice, i’m 19, and i’m a college student in the US! i love writing stories and providing an escape for people <3 fiction has helped me through so much and i want to do the same for others. i also love singing, drawing, and other fun things.

i take fanfiction requests for ghost! mostly terzo (SFW)

here is a masterlist of all my work so far that will be updated as needed!

♡= my favorites

violetta fics

(violetta is the daughter of terzo/reader. all links below are fics that explicitly mention her name. i have other dad! terzo content as well that can be applied to her, but i’m placing them separately.)

the devil’s kiss (pt. 1) : after giving birth to you and terzo’s daughter, you discover there is something different about her.

the devil’s kiss (pt. 2) : violetta has a rough first day of school and is comforted by you and terzo.

broken by love: uncle copi babysits violetta. ♡

one step more:terzo catches violetta sneaking out of the house. ♡

my everything : you and terzo bring your son, vinnie, home for the first time.

the greatest - the universe presents copia with an opportunity he’s been waiting his whole life for: fatherhood.

terzo w/ goth daughter (hcs)

terzo’s family on halloween (hcs)

random violetta headcanons

dad! terzo headcanons

(my fics involving terzo as a dad that don’t explicitly mention violetta but can be applied to her.)

terzo as a dad

terzo w/ twin daughters

terzo taking kids to disneyland

terzo taking care of sick kids

terzo comforting kid after wisdom tooth surgery

dad! terzo during holidays

terzo x reader

(my fics involving terzo/ reader. most of them are fem! reader or at least imply so)

la mia musa: terzo finds a very special journal belonging to his faithful assistant.

the same level: reader opens up to terzo about her (restrictive) eating disorder. ♡

lavender haze: reader shows up to one of terzo’s infamous parties for the first time.

stuck: adhd! reader provides some insight to terzo when he opens up about his struggles with focusing.

shattered (pt. 1): terzo’s addiction has been worsening and you cannot sit back and watch any longer.

shattered (pt. 2): terzo seeks help for his addiction, and you both begin to heal.

silence- reader is shaken up after being followed by a man, and terzo is there to comfort them.

daisy chains- the story of how you and your childhood best friend repaired a broken bond.

terzo/reader on period (hcs) ♡

terzo/ hyperfem reader (hcs)

terzo/plus size reader (hcs)

(platonic) terzo/ ftm reader

other

uncle terzo headcanons

papas reacting to FNAF headcanons

[cosmicanamnesis]

he tastes like chocolate pt. 10

[part 1] [part 9] [part 11] [read on ao3]

December 31st, 5 hours to midnight

They stepped out onto the porch, one half-burned out porchlight their only remaining light. It was quiet out here still. The rest of the neighborhood was only just starting to get in the spirit of the holiday. Eddie didn’t mind loud places. He was in a metal band, if noise bothered him he was on the wrong career path. But inside he could hear everyone talking about him, about him and Steve. It wouldn’t have been an issue, since he was reasonably certain Steve couldn’t hear all the background conversation, but then Argyle had to open his mouth. Eddie had never been so happy to lose at Mario Kart.

“You didn’t tell me you knew Nancy,” Steve said once they were safely outside.

“Yeah, uh… Sorry about that. Wasn’t really sure how to say, y’know, hey I wanna be your friend also I know the girl you dated in high school hope it’s not weird,” Eddie laughed, sitting down on the steps as he pulled two cigarettes out of his pack.

“I didn’t realize she knew where I worked,” Steve shrugged, sitting down next to him.

“Oh. Um. She didn’t… Look,” Eddie put both cigarettes in his mouth and lit them at once before passing one to Steve. “There’s really no version of this story that isn’t embarrassing for me.”

“Oh?”

Eddie sighed, making up a story on the fly. “I- I talk about you at work. And sometimes Nancy comes in to hang out, help Barb at the desk, whatever. And one time, I was telling her about you, and she showed me an old picture of you and asked if you were the same Steve she dated in high school.” Oh yeah, flawless execution. Way to cover your ass, Munson.

“How is that embarrassing for you?”

“‘Cause… I dunno, just saying I talk about you feels weird.”

“Why? I talk about you,” Steve shrugged, watching Eddie intently as he took a drag.

“Do you? You may recall the boys having no idea that we knew each other.”

“Yeah, well. I try not to give out, y’know, customer’s personal information. Nah, ask them what they know about my favorite regular. They know about you. Probably sick of hearing about you by now, actually.”

Smoke caught in Eddie’s throat on the exhale.

“Your favorite regular?” he asked, clearing his throat. 

“That so hard to believe?” Steve smiled. Eddie didn’t want to assume anything, but he felt like he was being flirted with. Like, for real this time. 

“Uh, a bit, yeah!” Eddie laughed. See, the thing was, Eddie could flirt for fun or to tease his friends or if they were playing D&D. He couldn’t so much flirt with purpose. Or, at least, he had never successfully done so. Now was probably not the time to give it another shot.

“Why?” Steve giggled. 

“Why me?”

“Why not you? You’re consistent, you tip, you let people go ahead of you in line when we��re busy-”

“That’s just so I can get out of work longer,” Eddie countered.

“Doesn’t matter,” Steve shrugged. 

“Well, I’m flattered,” Eddie said, knocking into Steve’s shoulder. “And for what it’s worth, you’re my favorite barista.” He stubbed out the cigarette and stood, offering Steve a hand up as well.

“Yeah, ‘cause I make your shit every day,” Steve joked, taking Eddie’s hand.

“Not every day. And my dumb hot chocolate always tastes better when you make it.”

“You wanna know what the secret is?”

“Love?” Eddie tried to keep a straight face while he fluttered his eyelashes. Steve just rolled his eyes.

“Fine, I won’t tell you then,” Steve grabbed Eddie’s cigarette butt out of his hand and marched away to put both in the garbage bin.

“Aw, c’mon Stevie,” Eddie chased after him. “What is it?”

“Nope, you made fun of it, now you don’t get to know.”

“That’s no fair.”

“Hm, tough.” Steve patted the side of Eddie’s face and headed back towards the house. Eddie found himself frozen in place for a good three seconds, all too focused on the lingering feeling of Steve's hand on his cheek. By the time Eddie made it back into the house after him, most of the party had congregated back in the living room, but Steve wasn’t among them.

“Where the hell did he go?” Eddie asked no one in particular.

“Bathroom,” Mike said from his spot on the floor in front of the couch. “I gotta know, Eddie. What do you see in him?”

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked, tossing his coat back on the pile, glancing around the room. All the proper and improper seating had been claimed already, leaving some of the party standing. He grabbed his beer off the coffee table and moved back to lean against the door.

“Yeah, Mike, the hell are you on about?” Robin sat up straighter from her perch on the back of the couch, abandoning her conversation with Max, who was crammed in on the recliner with Lucas.

“Oh, Eddie’s got a fat crush on Steve that we aren’t allowed to tell him about,” Dustin said nonchalantly as he came back in from the kitchen, popping a plantain chip into his mouth. Eddie shot him a look that suggested if he could shoot lasers from his eyes, Dustin would be a smoking scorch mark on the carpet.

“Say that a little louder, Dustin, I don’t think he heard you,” Will said, stifling a laugh as Eddie gave him the same glare.

“I mean… It’s Steve,” Mike continued. “Never in a million years would I have assumed he was your type.”

"He's nice," Eddie shrugged, sipping his beer. He could almost hear a record scratch sound effect as everyone else in the room paused their own conversations and took sudden interest in his.

"Nice??" Mike balked. Eddie just nodded, confused by the offended looks on everyone's faces. Even Nancy seemed shocked.

"Did you just call Steve Harrington nice? And mean it?" Dustin said, almost laughing.

"Y-yeah. Isn't he?"

"Eddie. Listen to me. Steve is one of my best friends, and I have called him any number of things. Has nice ever been one of those things?" Dustin started pacing around the coffee table, carefully stepping over Mike and El and gesturing wildly with his soda as he spoke. He was met with a chorus of nos from the rest of the group. "Exactly! Eddie. Steve is a lot of things but first and foremost… he's a fucking bitch! A mean girl! Like... like Regina George! Our very own Heather Chandler! Uh... A- a third fictional alpha girl!"

"Ooh! Sharpay from High School Musical!" Robin offered, holding her drink above her head.

"What's her name from Carrie," Max smiled, turning and pointing to Lucas. 

"Alison on Pretty Little Liars!" He returned her gesture. 

"Cordelia Chase, for a little bit there," Mike said, staring into the middle distance as he thought.

"Oh, good one!" Robin said, reaching down across Gareth and Will on the couch to nudge Mike's shoulder in agreement. "Even fits with the like, fall from grace, too."

The group nodded and muttered agreements as Eddie stayed quiet, more surprised that Lucas had watched Pretty Little Liars than anything else they had said. He had appraised Steve as a washed up golden boy, after all. It only made sense that he would've been bitchy in high school.

“Jesus, why do you hang out with this guy?” Jeff asked. The million-dollar question indeed.

“He calmed down after Nance broke up with him,” Jonathan laughed.

“Yep. Then he disappointed his parents and now he’s the hopeless loser we all know and love,” Robin added.

“Are you guys talking about me? I heard you listing movie mean girls, that never bodes well for me,” Steve yelled, coming back down the hall to the living room. He was met with giggles and half-covered smiles when he returned. 

“We were telling Eddie about your King Steve days,” Nancy teased.

“Jesus, it’s been almost ten years, can we please let the King Steve shit die?” Steve begged, running a hand back through his hair.

“Never, dude,” Dustin laughed.

“It’s funny as hell,” Mike agreed. 

Steve sighed, shaking his head. “I hate all of you.”

“No you don’t,” Will smiled.

“No, I don’t, you’re right,” Steve conceded. “All of you except for El, who has never done anything wrong in her life and doesn’t tease me about the shit I did in high school.”

El sat up a little straighter, looking very proud of herself.

“What about me?” Robin asked, looking more offended than she sounded.

“Especially you,” Steve said, pointing directly at her. “You instigate this shit all the time.”

He left the room and came back with his own beer, leaning against the wall next to Eddie as normal conversation slowly resumed.

“Don’t know why they won’t just let it go,” he muttered without looking at Eddie.

“I called you nice,” Eddie said.

“Oh, yeah, that’d do it.”

“You are nice. I think they’ve just known you too long.”

That made Steve turn to look, expression falling somewhere between shock and awe as he examined Eddie's face for traces of sarcasm or derision. Eddie didn't say anything, just gave him a small smile and went back to watching the party all interact.

Now, Steve's hearing was bad, but it wasn't as bad as everybody thought. Or maybe it was much worse than he thought, because he was pretty sure Dustin had said Eddie had a crush on him before they started yelling about television villainesses. Which seemed awfully fucking convenient, really, considering Dustin knew full well Steve's feelings for Eddie… Maybe he misheard. Maybe despite the clear and plausible threat of fireworks in beds, Dustin was spilling the details of Steve's crush on the pretense that Steve wouldn't hear him from thirty feet away and now Eddie knows which would explain why he was being kind of weird, calling Steve nice after he just heard about what kind of person his friends see him as-

Oh, that was a lot to take in.

"Hey, you okay?" Eddie asked, nudging Steve's arm. "Look kinda panicky."

"Um, fine. I'm fine," Steve said. His voice cracked halfway through the first fine, effectively shooting the lie in its metaphorical face. Of course Eddie didn't buy it. Steve didn't even buy it.

"You sure? I don't think anyone'll mind if you step out for a minute-"

"I'm alright, Eddie, I promise." Stepping out wouldn't fix it anyway.

Eddie fixed him with a stare like he was searching for something, some indication of what Steve was hiding. He looked genuinely concerned in a way that made Steve's heart hurt. 

"Okay," was all the response Eddie gave. Steve nodded, counting in his head while he tried to control his breathing. In, two three four, hold, two three four, out, two three four, hold, two three four. Again and again, standing quietly pressed shoulder to shoulder with Eddie as the party went on around them. He barely noticed when Dustin left the room, with Robin following a beat behind him.

Down the hall, Dustin pulled Robin into the bathroom and locked the door behind them.

"So how do we want to do this?" he asked. Robin hopped up on the counter, narrowly avoiding the sink as Dustin sat on the edge of the tub.

"Get them together, you mean?" she asked.

"Obviously," Dustin nodded. "I don't know how I never put two and two together. You tell me all the time about the weird metalhead regular that Steve has a crush on, and Eddie doesn't shut up about his crush on some barista. We could've set them up weeks ago!"

"Right? Well, Steve stayed at his house last night and they seem… Pretty close now, don't you think?"

"Yeah… I think if… If you nudge Eddie a little bit, and I nudge Steve-"

"Aren't you not supposed to tell-" Robin's point was interrupted by a quick knock on the door. "Hang on!" she responded.

"It's Erica! I know what you guys are talking about, let me in!" Erica stage whispered through the door, loud enough to be heard in the bathroom but not so loud that it drew any more attention. Robin and Dustin shared a look and a shrug, and Dustin reached over to unlock the door.

Erica slipped inside, doing one last check behind her to make sure no one else saw her go in, and locked the door again.

"Anyway, I was saying… What was I saying?" Robin continued.

"You were about to say that Dustin isn't supposed to mention Eddie's crush to Steve," Erica said, arms crossed leaning against the door. "He's gonna annihilate us, Dustin, and it'll probably be humiliating."

"Yeah, and I was gonna say, a nudge isn't the same thing," Dustin countered. "Just a friendly suggestion, hey man I think you should go for it, y'know?"

"Do you really think Eddie will see it that way?" Erica asked. Dustin paused. She was probably right. There was no way Steve would keep it to himself if Dustin suggested anything.

"How about you nudge Eddie," Robin suggested. "And I'll nudge Steve. Eddie was in the room, he knows that I know, but what's he gonna do to me? I don't play D&D."

"That's what I was gonna suggest," Erica said matter-of-factly.

"Okay, but see," Dustin pressed his hands flat together, pointing at Erica. "Steve threatened Mike with fireworks in his bed if he said anything, and I'm sure that threat extends to me as well, and frankly I'm more worried about property damage than having to roll a new character."

"Oh please," Robin rolled her eyes. "It was an empty threat, Dustin. Do you really think Steve would set his home away from home on fire? Over a guy?"

Dustin thought for a minute. "Now that you mention it… Probably only if it was Mike."

"Great! It's settled. I talk to Steve, you talk to Eddie, Erica… Why did you even come in here?"

"I'm nosey," Erica said, like it was obvious.

"Oh, yeah, of course. Come on, let's get out of here." Robin slid down off the counter and offered a hand to pull Dustin up. As Erica opened the door, they came face to face with Gareth, fist raised to knock on the door, looking like a deer in headlights before narrowing his eyes at the group.

"I sense scheming," he said suspiciously. "Please tell me you guys were scheming and not… Anything else."

"Scheming," Robin said with a nod. "Definitely scheming."

"Eddie and Steve?"

"Yeah," Dustin said. Gareth nodded.

"Are… you done? Cause I need to-" He pointed past them into the bathroom.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah. Let's go." Robin linked her arm with Dustin's and pushed Erica forward as Gareth stepped out of the way to let them pass.

They took their places back in the living room. No one had noticed they were ever even gone.

December 31st, 4 hours to midnight

Eddie drained his beer about twenty minutes ago, but he stayed next to Steve until he was reasonably certain he had calmed himself down. He wondered if Steve even realized that he was the one pressing into Eddie, they hadn’t started out that close. But he didn’t have it in him to move. Steve looked like he was one wrong comment away from a panic attack, and if Eddie was his ground, then there wasn’t anything to do about it. Once he felt the pressure against his arm lighten, he glanced over at Steve. He definitely looked more relaxed.

“Want another?” Eddie asked, shaking his beer can, rattling the tab around in the bottom. He had bent it back and forth, just to have something to fidget with, until it broke off completely and he dropped it into the can.

“Uh, sure. Thanks,” Steve said. Eddie took his empty beer can and pushed through the crowd to the kitchen.

“Eddie,” Dustin said, leaning over the fridge door as Eddie pulled two more beers out of the bottom. Eddie hadn’t heard him sneak up over the noise of the party. Startled, he jolted, almost fumbling one of the cans and making a mess in the kitchen that he knew the guys would’ve made him clean up himself. 

“Jesus Christ, dude,” Eddie said. “Announce yourself, would you?”

“I did. Anyway,” Dustin pushed the fridge door closed, glancing behind him, and gestured for Eddie to follow him back towards the garage, further away from the party.

“What do you need, Henderson?”

“I need you and Steve to quit doing whatever the hell that was,” Dustin gestured vaguely back at the living room where Steve was still standing against the front door. “Just fucking kiss him or something, dude, literally anything. Robin and I are dying here watching you two.”

“Henderson, if you don’t shut your mouth-”

“Yeah, yeah. He can’t hear me, Eddie, you’re fine.”

“Don’t meddle in shit you don’t know anything about-”

“Don’t know anything- Eddie, are you stupid? Were you dropped as a child? You haven’t talked about anything but Steve in weeks, if I knew it was him earlier I would’ve said something two months ago!”

“Yeah, but-”

“No, shut up. See, here’s the thing. Steve? Also hasn’t shut up about you. He’s ass over kettle, man, he’s wearing Robin’s clothes right now because he doesn’t own anything like that and she does and he wants you to like him.”

Whatever Eddie was about to say got choked off. “Uh- you- Jesus, why am I listening to you? Fucking children-”

“I’m twenty two, dude.”

“Whatever.”

“Let me ask you something. Steve is wearing his glasses right now. In front of everyone. He does not do this, ever, because we will eventually start teasing him.”

“Why? They look nice,” Eddie turned slightly to try and catch a glimpse of Steve.

“He makes fun of Mike’s hair and my taste in women all the time, it’s only fair. But, that brings me to my question… Did you tell him to wear them?”

“I… Kinda? He sent me a picture of the outfit and asked if it looked okay. I think he didn’t realize he was wearing them, but I said they suited him and he should wear them tonight.”

“You are the only person on the planet who could pull that ask off, do you understand? You didn’t need to borrow Alexei’s bike and over-accessorize your concert clothes to impress him. He’s impressed. I promise.”

“I regret telling any of you anything ever.”

“Happy to help.” 

Dustin clapped him on the shoulder and walked away, leaving him to get over his shock on his own in the corner.

As soon as Dustin had followed Eddie into the kitchen, Robin took that as her cue to nudge Steve.

She sidled up next to him, bumping his shoulder with hers.

“He likes you,” she muttered, close to his ear so he would hear her.

“You can’t possibly know that,” Steve replied.

“I can, and I do. Dustin announced it to the whole room when you were in the bathroom.”

Oh. So Steve had heard correctly. He wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse.

“Huh… I thought I heard him say something…”

“Yeah. Just go for it, Steve, dust off that old Harrington charm. You got this.”

Steve really didn't feel like he had this at all, but he wasn't about to argue with Robin about it. She stood with him for another minute until Dustin came back, knowing Eddie wouldn't be too far behind. Sure enough Eddie followed, slightly paler looking than before. Robin grabbed Steve's hand and gave it a quick squeeze before moving back to reclaim her spot on the back of the couch.

"You get lost or something?" Steve joked as Eddie came and settled beside him again, beers in hand.

"Huh? Oh, no, sorry. Henderson uh- he wanted to run something by me, for the campaign."

Steve flashed a skeptical look to both Dustin and Robin, who took no notice as they queued up another game of Mario Kart.

"Gotcha," Steve nodded. He wasn't an idiot. He could connect the dots on anything with enough motivation. Dustin talking to Eddie at the same time Robin talked to him reeked of ulterior motives.

Steve made a mental note to steal a firecracker before the night was up.

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[sugawara-levi]

We’ve been friends pt.2

❀ Chifuyu Matsuno x reader

❀ friends (to lovers?), same friend group, fluff

❀ cw: mentions being sick to the stomach

<- pt.1 navi. pt.3 ->

Happy new year

After the incident at the last party you hadn’t spoken much. But neither was it natural to, the friend group hadn’t really met up since then. The holidays are a busy time for any family and you all respected that. Sure there had been some pictures in the group chat, Emma and Mikey always shared pictures of the gifts they gave each other, always the most random of things. One year Mikey had given Emma a toy train set that he’d ended up spending way too much time with himself. Takemichi and Hinata usually shared some pictures from their dates, which only served to make everyone feel even more single that they already did. Hence followed messages like:

you’re so cute I’m puking rn - emma

or Baji sending pictures of all his stuffed animals. (That of course, are a secret that is not to be revealed to the outside world.)

All in all, things had been normal. So normal that you didn’t think too much about what had happened at all. And even if you had thought more about it you couldn’t really do anything or talk to anyone about it. That would’ve meant including your friends into the thought process, and well that was problematic for obvious reasons. So, you decided not to think about it.

It ended up being easier than you thought with all the christmas spirit around you. And you kind of forgot all about it till you once again stood on his doorstep for the traditional new year’s party.

That’s when it hit you that something might be different. You didn’t have time to think more of it before the door opened right in your face and almost had you tumbling back down the stairs.

“There she is! What are you standing out here for?” it was Hina, “The boys are being suuuch boys, they want to play board games,” she says with a pout on her lips. “We need your voice, board games or dancing.”

She was cut off by Draken from somewhere inside: “Why do we aaalways have this discussion? Board games first then dancing.”

“Actually,” you voice your opinion as you’re getting dragged inside, “I’m with the boys on this one, sorry Hina”. You give a crooked smile and head for the living area, glorious whooping sounds from the rest of the gang.

“Knew we can always count on you y/n,” Baji grins as he starts setting up the board.

When you make your way to scooch into the empty seat beside him you see Chifuyu on the other side of the same sofa. Uh-oh, too late now. You’ll just have to deal with your choices and sit squeezed between the two of them for the rest of the evening. Maybe you can escape later.

It suddenly dawns on you that Chifuyu is always on the board-game team, would he think you did this for him? Fuck.

Never before have you been so aware of the fabric of your clothes against his. Double fuck.

©sugawara-levi: do not copy or republish as your own

[scoops-aboy86]

Everyone in the Party makes a cameo in this one, because it's the holidays and over the holidays you spend time with the found family that you defeated an unspeakable evil with. ❤️

🔞 Seven Christmases pt. 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The Byers-Hoppers (2569 words)

rated: T | cw: none | tags: chubby eddie, established relationship, weight gain, belly kink, stuffing, steve has a praise kink, fluff, they’re in love, robin/vickie, marijuana, chubby argyle, jargyle, argyle/jonathan/nancy, byler, button popping

When Eddie first came up with this Christmas plan, he’d thought it would feel good. All of his indulging ever since his near death and the recovery had suggested as much, and from the way Steve’s pupils had instantly blown wide at the initial suggestion… He’d been wrong, though. 

It feels fantastic. He’s so full, so fucking big that he’s aching with it, a dull throb that’s forged a direct connection between his tight, heavy belly and his dick. It’s an orgasm denied to him all fucking day, edging himself every time another meal comes to a close and he still has space for more. It’s a harness cinched tight around his middle and all down his legs, restraints that are leaving marks to trace over later in awe. Waiting for just the right thread or button to strain just enough that it finally gives, and it will fall away to reveal him in all his hedonistic glory, the luxury of excess spilling off his frame in every direction and stretch marks that he chose painted over the scars he didn’t. 

And he has to have more. He needs it. That’s his Christmas present to himself. 

Jonathan and Argyle are already loitering out front in the driveway when Steve pulls up, and Eddie rolls his window down with a chuckle. “You two wouldn’t happen to be lying in wait for us, would you?”

“Of course, bro,” Argyle says at the same time Jonathan shakes his head. “You dudes have the munchies express, what’s Christmas without that?”

Eddie fakes a swoon. “A man after my own heart. Look out, Stevie, you might have some competition for my affections here.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve throws the car in park and rests a hand on the keys in the ignition. “Roll up your window, snookums.”

Snookums, Eddie mouths exaggeratedly, but he fondly does as he’s told so Steve can cut the engine. When he opens his door, he doesn’t miss Jonathan’s glance and little nod at Steve—appreciation, or solidarity or whatever, as he stands in the driveway with an open bag of red and green tortilla chips angled Argyle’s way. 

Not that the Californian has Eddie beat in any category besides hair length, but he too has gotten heftier since settling in Hawkins. Which is nice, because… Eddie had, maybe, for about five seconds, gotten a little worried when he first heard through the Party grapevine that Jonathan came out as bi. It was one more thing the elder Byers boy and Steve had in common, and what if they bonded too much over that? But then Eddie met Argyle, clocked the way Jonathan always seemed to hover in his orbit, and just as quickly relaxed. He doesn’t pretend to understand whatever arrangement that still keeps Nancy in the equation too, but Jonathan and Steve really do have a lot in common. 

They smoke up quickly before heading inside, Eddie already munching on a handful of chips that Argyle graciously shared in return for the complimentary weed. He can feel Steve watching him—feels the way he crowds against him too on their way inside the house. 

It’s a good thing they’re at the back of the slight bottleneck at the front door, because Steve is practically grinding against his ass. God, if there’s one thing he never gets tired of in this life it’ll be the way he can drive his man wild just by following the whims of his appetite, indulging in the impulse for more. He’s not even hungry again yet, but the crunch is nice as he settles into his high. 

Because the turkey is still in the oven after a late start defrosting and the kids are practically vibrating, Eddie is able to relax into some light snacking while they do presents. The bowl of white chocolate-covered chex mix and M&Ms only needs to be refilled twice, and Steve sits close enough with an arm around him that he can provide some amount of subtle belly rubs, low at the curve of it where his hand is hidden from view by the arm of the couch. There’s a seemingly unending supply of hot apple cider that keeps turning up in his cup, refilled seemingly whenever he isn’t paying attention, which is amazing, but—

Eddie turns his head to rest his chin on Steve’s shoulder and murmurs “I gotta move” in Steve’s ear.

Steve glances at him. “Yeah?”

He nods and then gives a little pout. “Yeah. Bathroom… for real, this time. Just need a little help getting up.”

The molten flash in Steven’s hazel eyes and the answering grope at his side is compensation enough for the fact that getting up is the only help Eddie is going to get. He ends up on his feet after a few rocks back and forth and Steve helping support his weight for a second, and then he’s wading through the ocean of torn wrapping paper and discarded bows. 

Aside from Steve (whose heavy gaze seems to follow him out of the room), no one pays him much attention. The younger boys are crowded around the new d&d books they’ve received, deeply intent on devouring every scrap of information contained in the pages as soon as possible. El sits with a smiling Hopper in the center of a slowly rotating hurricane of colorful cardboard shapes, holding one as they both scan intently over the fitted-together edge pieces of a massive jigsaw puzzle. Max in her wheelchair is holding Erica’s new skateboard and giving rapidfire tips, tilting and twisting the board in demonstration while the younger Sinclair listens with complete and utter focus. Joyce, Murray, and Argyle are in the kitchen, Nancy curled up against Jonathan on the loveseat while she chats avidly with Robin and Vickie about college life. The entire scene is cozy and domestic… and Eddie has never had a big family, but that’s what it feels like. 

Maybe it’s the weed, but his Christmas spirit and goodwill towards his fellow humans is at an all-time high right now. 

As soon as the bathroom door closes behind him, he runs both hands experimentally down his front to feel the full extent of how swollen he currently is—very, and then some. His sweater is stretched as tight as it will go without pulling up. His fingers circle the dip of his belly button and slide lower, until they encounter a sliver of bare skin where his undershirt finally started coming untucked while he was struggling on from the couch. And his pants… Eddie bites his lip as he feels how the button is straining to hold on, gasps softly as he realizes that the zipper has already undone itself at some point when he wasn’t paying attention. His stomach sits heavy in his hands wherever he touches, not so much as a jiggle while it’s still so tightly constrained. 

For a moment, he lets himself fantasize about popping that button at the dinner table midway through his sixth meal of the day. 

Not gonna happen though, not after all the cider here and the nog at the Buckleys. He’s willing to risk ripping his pants with an audience, but he draws the line at wetting them in a room full of people. So, with a sigh of dreams deferred, he paws his waistband to pull it down over the swell of his underbelly and love handles, because the button is pulled way too tight too—

Ping!

“Oh god,” he moans under his breath, unprepared for the sudden release of his gut from its prison. His belly surges out, practically bouncing, the tender underside still caught in the V of the stretched out fly, air cool on the now exposed, reddened skin… Oh, Steve will be so sad he missed this. Eddie leans back against the bathroom door and loses himself in exploring for a moment, grabbing, jiggling, pressing his fingers in as deep as he can even with how stuffed he is, until his bladder reminds him why he’s here. 

When he’s finished relieving himself, it’s a whole new ordeal to get the pants back on over his well-padded ass. Even then, he realizes with rapidly reddening cheeks, he’s exposed. His belly drops over the front of the pants, disguising the fact that they’re hopelessly open, unable to contain the sheer size that he’s glutted himself to—an observation that makes him rub his thick thighs together where he’s taking a breather on the closed toilet seat, hands smoothing over his belly again, back arching slightly to give the illusion of more that he still wants, a desire he’s more unsure by the day if he’ll ever see the end of. Fuck, maybe he could get off like this and no one would ever know, his own body would cover up the evidence even standing, and without the added constriction he can eat so much more—

A knock on the door shakes him out of those vivid thoughts, though he’s still hopelessly turned on and unlikely to cool off any time soon without either getting off or being full enough to pop actual stitches. Both preferred, of course. 

“Hey, dude?” Argyle says through the door. “Dinner’s on, and Steve said you were in here so I brought you something that just might come in handy.”

“Yeah?” Eddie replies, and knows that he wasn’t quite successful in keeping the breathy strain out of his voice. It gets him a knowing chuckle through the door. 

“Yeah, it’s an apron, my dude. Don’t want to waste any tasty food dropping it on that nice sweater, right?”

Eddie’s head drops back in amazed relief. “Argyle, have I told you lately that you’re a literal angel?”

“Never a bad thing to say it again. I’ll hang it on the door handle out here, ‘kay? For when you’re ready.”

Steve had some idea of what he was in for. How could he not, at the end of a day like this? But it’s a damn good thing he’s already seated at the table by the time Eddie returns from the bathroom, because just the sight of him is enough to send all the blood in his body straight to his dick. 

For starters, Eddie is wearing an apron. A green one, decorated with slices of cake and pie and festive candies, all examples of things already eaten and being digested and slowly turning into more fat beneath it. It’s not even tied—maybe because the ties couldn’t reach far enough, Steve’s horny brain supplies as he blinks dazedly at the sight, mouth dropped open—and sways a little with every heavy step the man takes. It’s not in-your-face obvious that it’s to hide his bare belly where the sweater has crept up and the undershirt has completely given up the ghost, but Steve can tell that’s the case. 

Robin, seated on his left, takes one look at Eddie and one look at Steve’s face, and snorts. “Cool it, loverboy,” she mutters out of one side of her mouth, which at least gets Steve’s to snap shut. 

The chair to his right creaks as Eddie settles into it, huffing as he makes a vague effort to scoot it closer to the table. Which Steve leaps up to help with, of course, boner or not, because he is a good boyfriend and because the sight of Eddie’s stomach all bloated and spreading out as seen from above is a fucking sight to behold. 

“Thanks sweetheart,” Eddie says with a wink as Steve sits shakily back down, and he makes a subtle show of readjusting his belly in his lap. With all the activity, Steve can tell from the side, the hem of his sweater has ridden up almost to his belly button. 

“H-hi,” Steve replies dumbly, unable to stop staring. He distantly hears Robin snort at him again, but he’ll save his scathing comeback for the next time he catches her and Vickie making out in his and Eddie’s place during a movie night. 

Eddie leans a little closer, the chair giving another creak of protest as he shifts. He holds out a hand, gesturing for Steve to do the same, and then presses a circle of warm metal into his palm. At first Steve thinks it’s one of his rings, passing it off for safekeeping until it can be resized again, but when he checks surreptitiously under the table his breath catches in his throat. 

It’s the button from Eddie’s pants. 

His brain flatlines for a moment while the last of the food is brought in—a big enough spread for two Christmas dinners, almost. 

“I don’t know how this happens every time,” Joyce is saying as she sets the serving dish of mashed potatoes on the table with a sigh. “Every time! No matter what I do, they always end up runny somehow…”

“Mom, it’s fine,” Will insists. He sets a bowl of… something down next to it. 

Eddie leans forward curiously, trying to decipher the hot pocket-sized things that look like they’re wrapped in some sort of paper. “What’s that, burritos or something?”

“Tamales, my dude. Shredded chicken wrapped in cornmeal dough, wrapped in corn husks, and steamed to perfection,” Argyle explains from behind Will. “Beep beep little Byers, enchilada comin’ in hot!” He’s carrying a large flat dish with oven mitts. It’s probably a miracle that he doesn’t get his hair in it (or anything else) while setting it down. “Both made by yours truly, just like my abuela taught me.”

“Except it’s a casserole,” Jonathan says with a chuckle, setting bowls of green beans and guacamole on the table. 

“Nooo man, I had a brainwave while I was in the kitchen earlier today! It’s all the same flavors and cheesiness, but half the work… because instead of individually rolled tortillas, it’s flat.”

“Yeah… like a casserole.”

“Whatever you call it,” Eddie interrupts with a grin, “it smells great. Grandma food is always the best.” 

Steve’s brain clicks back on enough to offer a fond wave of appreciation for the little wooden box in his kitchen that’s crammed full of his nonna’s recipes, painstakingly translated from the original Italian with Robin’s help. Some of the early translations had produced truly inedible results, but the finished versions had made substantial contributions to Eddie’s waistline. 

There’s a beat of quiet while everyone else finishes settling into their seats and Steve soaks in the wonder of being surrounded by the smells of good food and people who care, and then—

“Mike,” Will says, making direct eye contact with his mom’s runny mashed potatoes, “I think we should worry for our future kids.”

The delivery is so deadpan, so perfectly timed, and so unexpected that the entire patchwork family gathered at the table cracks up, even Joyce. Just full on, tears-in-their-eyes, can’t-believe-we’re-all-still-alive-and-now-this laughter at something that shouldn’t be funny, yet somehow is. Eddie clutches at a stitch in his side and he can barely get a breath in from shaking so hard (Steve couldn’t look away from him if he tried, god he loves him so much), but it’s worth it because against all the odds little Will Byers is sixteen now and he just gave up on defending his mom’s questionable cooking abilities in the most ridiculous way possible. It’s another two minutes before anyone even realizes that’s how Will and Mike are coming out as together, and the cacophony only intensifies from there.

Part 7, part 8

[gejo333]

An Unexpected Match VIII

Pt. 1 Pt.9

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: It’s the day of the holiday party at your parent’s house…😱

No mature warning in this chapter.

Can’t believe I got another chapter out so fast! Pray that I keep up with this pace!🙏

I apologize for any grammar mistakes I missed!

Enjoy!🥰

Wc: 2.8k

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You scanned through the various clothes on the rack, trying to tone out the Christmas music playing over the speakers mixed with the various chatter of other people around you. You smiled when you spotted a beautiful spring dress you thought would be perfect for Gabi.

After buying it you walked over to the women's clothing where Stephanie was looking through skirts.

"Find anything cute?" You say as you look over the clothing rack.

"Sadly not." She pouted as she joined you on the other side as you both began to walk through the store.

"Do you have everything on your list?"

"One last thing. I've gotten everyone's gift. Just finished getting all of Miguel's and I just have one left for Gabi. It's this popular doll. It's from this new movie. This is the third store I've gone to to try and find it. I asked Miguel but he's had no luck either.

"You guys are such cute parents. I love it. Can't wait to earn the title Auntie Stephanie."

"Cute. I forgot to ask you this after the last barbecue, but did you tell Jack about me and Miguel? It's ok if you did, I know it's hard to keep secrets from someone your in a relationship with."

"Girl, I would never reveal a secret like that. Though Jack might be my boyfriend you are my bestie. But Jack did come to me and asked if I knew anything. He said he noticed the way Miguel looks at you. He said to me, 'he looks at her like she is the light of his life. The only person in the room.'"

"Do u think it's really noticeable to everyone?" You bit your lower lip as you give her a worried look.

"Nah, you know Jack is really good at reading people. You would know if everybody in the neighborhood knew." Stephanie chuckled.

"True." You chuckled along with her. "Miguel and I are going to say we're a couple at the holiday party tonight." You added. Your words made  Stephanie stop, grasping your forearm as she looked at you wide eyed.

"No way! I'm both nervous and excited for you. You think your parents will take it ok?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I know my mom would be thrilled that I'm in a serious relationship again. But i know she'll be upset that I lied plus I know my dad and her might not take it well since Miguel is closer in age to them than me. Now that I think about it. They're not going to take it well. What do you think?" You looked at Stephanie with hopeful eyes but they switch to worry when you saw her shake her head.

You arrive to the toy section of the store eyes widening when you see the vast amount of people grabbing things left and right.

"Shit. Ok. Steph, you know what I'm looking for, you go this way and I'll go the other. See you on the other end."

"If we make it out alive." Stephanie says before you split up.

You search almost every section from top to bottom. As you begin to lose hope you smile seeing at the end of the last aisle was the doll Gabi wanted. As you you were nearing the shelf two other people grabbed the last one at the same time. You huff in frustration as you knew you had no chance of getting it now.

"Omg is that Oprah in the shoe department?" Yelled Stephanie making the two people drop the toy and rush over followed by a few other victims who heard her. You chuckle as you pick up the toy from the ground. "My savior."

"That's what I'm here for." She gently bumped your shoulder with hers as you both laughed.

After you bought the toy you and Stephanie left the overly crowded store.

You headed back to your car, driving back to your neighborhood, saying goodbye to Stephanie as you dropped her off and Jack's apartment before you drove back to Miguel's house, parking your car in the garage. Surprisingly, no one has seen you park your car in Miguel's garage. If they have maybe they thought you were going to babysit Gabi, like you did at the beginning before your relationship with Miguel.

You entered the house as a smile lands on your face as you see Gabi running to you with her red holiday dress, with no socks and her hair all messy.

"Hi baby bug. What's happening here." You chuckle as you set your bags down as you kneel down to her height.

"Papa was helping me get dress for the holiday party at your parents house. But when I heard you come home I ran down to see you." You lift her up in your arms as you walk into the living room where you see Miguel in black dress pants and nice button up black shirt with a few buttons undone. On one side of his shoulders were Gabi's tiny socks and in one of his hands her shoes, so small compared to him.

"There's the little runaway princess and my beautiful queen." Miguel whispered the last part to you as he gave you a sweet kiss to your lips before you handed Gabi into his arms.

"No, I want y/n to help me get dress." Gabi pouted as she reached out back to you.

"But princesa, y/n needs to start getting ready." Miguel argued, but you smiled as you reached out and held her again. "It's ok. I'll help you finish putting your socks and shoes on."

"Can you do my hair in that pretty braid?"

"I think I have a good idea of what hairstyle I should do." You smile as you lead her upstairs to her bathroom followed by Miguel who went back to your bedroom to finish getting ready.

You sit her on her stool in front of the bathroom mirror as you help brush her hair. As you begin to style her hair by braiding some of her front parts before tying it in the back. You then grab your curling iron as you give her ends some curl plus some strands in the front. You then ask her to cover her eyes as you lightly put hair spray in her hair to keep its shape.

“All done.”

“Wow! I love it! Thank you.” Gabi smiles as you help her off the stool before having her sit on her bed in her room so you could help get her socks on.

When you finally were able to get her last shoe on Miguel knocked on the door frame. “How it going?” He smiled as he entered the room.

“She’s all ready and looks beautiful.” You smile at Gabi as she looks back at you with a bigger smile.

“You look lovely princesa. Now let’s let y/n get ready.” Said Miguel as his hand rested on your lower back.

“Wait, can I ask a question?” Asked Gabi.

“What is it Baby bug?” You brows furrow looking at Miguel, as he gave you the same expression when you both saw Gabi become nervous and shy.

“What’s wrong mija?” You and Miguel sat on both sides of Gabi to try and comfort her.

“When I was at the kid center when we went camping, I told all my friends that y/n was my mom.” Gabi looks at Miguel before looking at you as she hugs her face against you before she added, “Can I call you mom?” Though her voice was barely above a whisper both you and Miguel heard her as you both look at each other, eyes wide.

Your heart swelled so big that it was hard for you to not shed a few tears. You look back to Miguel who gives you a wide loving smile. Maybe it was your imagination but you saw his eyes become glossy as if he was trying hard to hide his tears.

“Gabi, I would be honored if you called me mom. I’ve always loved you as my daughter. My little baby bug. You’ve made me the happiest woman in the world.” You smiled as you wiped away a tear.

“Yay! I love you Mama.” Gabi hugged you again beyond happy.

“I love you too Sweetheart.” You hug her back.

After letting you hug her a bit longer Miguel speaks, “Let’s let Mama get dressed now for the party, Gabi.” Both you and Miguel’s smiles widen when he said it.

“Kk.” Gabi let go of you as you and Miguel walked out of her room and to your shared bedroom.

When you both entered Miguel picked you up as he twirled you around before holding the back of your head as he passionately captured your lips with his. When your lips parted he placed his forehead against yours as you both couldn’t stop smiling.

“I love so much Mamita.” Miguel said as he kissed away your joyous tears before kissing you one more time on the lips.

“I love you so much too Papi.” You say which Miguel’s eyes widen slightly, your smile widening as you see his cheeks slightly turn red before you looked at his eyes, clouded with lust.

As the door was already closed Miguel picked you up and tossed you on to the bed, as you let out joyous giggle as he got on top you fluttering you with butterfly kisses across your face and neck.

After taking a bit longer from your quick rendezvous with Miguel you were finally ready as you head downstairs where Miguel sat on the couch as he watched Gabi draw with her crayons on the table. As you walked down the stairs Miguel looked up as he stood up and joined you at the bottom of the steps, pulling you against him.

“Wow, Mama you look so beautiful!” Gabi said as she got up from her table and ran over to you.

“She does look really beautiful.” Said Miguel as he leaned down and kissed your cheek, knowing your red lipstick would rub on to his lips, not that either of you’d mind if it weren’t for the event your were going to.

You took a deep breath as you try to calm you rising nerves about tonight. Miguel noticed right away as he took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before kissing your knuckles.

“Everything will be ok tonight. No matter the reaction, always remember the home that loves you the most.” Miguel said as you looked at him before looking at Gabi gazing up at you with a big smile. You look back up to him as you take in a another deep breath before saying, “you’re right. I guess I should head over. I’ll see you both in a bit.” You leave Miguel’s hold as you blow them both a kiss before leaving the house and walking over to your parents.

Back in Miguel’s house:

“Papa, why aren’t we going with Mama?” Asked Gabi as she sat back in her place at the living room table coloring.

“You remember that Mama and Papa’s relationship is a secret, because we don’t know how others will react when they find out?”

“Yeah.”

“Well Mama is going over there to help her parents with set up for the party and make sure they are happy as Mama and I are going to tell them later tonight that we are together.”

“Yay!”

Back to you at your parent’s house:

You open the door to your parents house, embraced with the various smells of food.

“Y/n?” Yelled your mom from the kitchen.

“Yes, it’s me.” You say as you hang up your coat before walking into the kitchen to see your brothers, dad, Stephanie and your mom all helping out with food preparation.

“Hi honey. You look gorgeous!” Said your mother as she set down the spoon she was stirring in the pot before coming over to hug you.

“Hey mom, thanks. Sorry I was a bit late. Is there anything I can help with?”

“Everything is pretty much done but you can help bring the good to the dining room table.” Said your father as he finished preparing the salad.

“Ok cool.” You say as you grab a dish and bring it to the dinning room. Everyone from the kitchen followed, bringing a dish with them.

“Hey, Mom, dad?” They both look at you with a smile, waiting for you to continue. “I wanted to ask what you both thought if I was in a relationship…” you pause as you glance at Stephanie and Jack and then to Liam who was the only one who sent you a confused look. Getting the hint the couple walked back to the kitchen, Liam lagging behind wanting to know your conversation before Stephanie came back rolled her eyes as she tugged Liam out of the room by his arm.

“As I was saying, what would you guys think if I said I was in a new relationship?”

“That would be marvelous sweetheart!” Said your mother.

“Of course we would be happy for you.” Added your father.

“Would your thoughts change if I said he was slightly older than me?”

“Of course our thoughts wouldn’t change. Its always better to date a mature man.” Said your mother as your father nodded in agreement.

You smiled relieved to here their approval. Well, at least for the first part of the plan you and Miguel came up with this morning in bed for how you both were going to tell your parents of your relationship.

“How long has this relationship with this new guy been going on for?” Asked your father.

“Four and half to about 5 months.” Not including the weekend together two years ago. You left that part out.

“Right after your break up with Tyler? That’s fast sweetie.” Said your mother.

“Well, a rebound after Tyler turned into a date, then a bunch more before we became official.” You slightly lied, knowing full well sex with Miguel that night 5 months ago wasn’t a rebound after breaking up with your ex, but a night where you and Miguel were finally able to show the person you care for how much you love them.

“Oh, I see. That’s nice.” Said your mother with a small smile before returning back to the kitchen. You internally winced when you saw her reaction to your response.

Luckily your parents couldn’t push further as neighbors started to enter your the house for the holiday party.

After there was quite a few people throughout the house, making it busy Miguel walked in with Gabi.

Your parents headed over to greet the O’Hara’s as you tagged along.

“Hey Miguel. How’ve you been man? Haven’t seen you around much lately.” Said your father ash he greeted Miguel with a very light slap to his back.

“Just been extremely busy at work lately.”

“I’m hoping y/n as been able to help you.” Said your mom as she greeted Miguel with a welcoming hug.

“Yeah, she has.” Miguel looked at you as you both tried to not laugh from your mother’s oblivious words.

You and Miguel gave each other a greeting hug, still trying to make sure to not look too familiar with each other.

“Hi Gabi.” You say as you kneel down to hug her as she happily returns it. “Hi Mama.” Gabi whispered so only you could hear as she tried to hide her giggle. You smiled down at her as you brushed a stray strand of her hair from her face, secretly telling her you heard her. You stand back to your full height as you, Miguel and your parents begin to catch up with each other as you and Miguel still stayed pretending that you didn’t live with each other, and didn’t know what the other had been doing.

Watching from the corner of the room were the same brown eyes as before, glaring between you and Miguel and then down to Gabi as you helped fix her hair again. The stranger took a sip of their drink before setting it down on a side table before making their way over to you two as you were conversing with your parents.

"Long time no see, Miguel."

You, your parents, and Miguel look to the woman standing before you. Your brows furrow as you glance up at Miguel to see his eyes widen.

"Sofia? What are you doing here?"

The woman leaned down as she looked at Gabi who tucked herself between you and Miguel.

Sofia looked back up at you and Miguel, smirking before her eyes went back to Gabi. "Well obviously, I've come to see my precious daughter."

"Miguel?" You look at him as he returns your gaze before looking back at the woman with a glare.

"This is Sofia Grassi." Miguel looks at you and your parents before gazing down at his daughter who looks up at him then back at the strange woman,

"Gabi, this is your mother."

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[dutchvanwinkle]

Mr Van der Linde Pt. 1 - Dutch x Reader

OK I’m working on like a bagillion things atm but I wanted to get something out before the years end to prove that I’m alive and writing (those of you waiting on requests I promise I will get to them) 

I’ve been sitting on this bitch for months and have a ton of ideas for it but I wanted to see if it was anyone’s cup of tea before I poured hours and hours into it but tbh i probs will either way hehe

Also I tried to make the location ambiguous but I’m a UK gyal and the UK uni experience is all I know so don’t shout at meeeee sorry  

Also pt. 2 this will be slow updates fyi. But I am nothing if not a completionist so it will get finished eventually 

Happy holidays to those celebrating! The fic is on ao3 if you prefer.

Summary: You meet John's father after your first term of university, and find your growing attraction to him difficult to ignore.

Word count: 8,248

Content warnings: Modern AU, age difference, alcohol, mentions of drug use

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You hated driving with John, he was far too reckless and half the time you were sure he wasn’t even paying attention to the road, but when compared to getting an overly expensive train or a stuffy coach, it was a no brainer. John’s warped view of the value for money, thanks to him growing up with an abundance of it, also played in your favour in that he refused to take any contributions for fuel. 

After meeting John at a welcome party for your student accommodation, you soon bonded over growing up in a similar area - his house was just an hour on the train from you.  

From then on, you’d often attend each other’s pre-drinks before nights out, and that soon led to you battling through your hangovers together the following day. You frequented his flat more often than your own by the end of the first semester, enjoying the company within it much more than that of yours. He and his childhood friend, Javier, had asked to be put together in their accommodation and he was always a lot of fun on nights out and super easy to get on with, and you discovered he’d taken the same course as you which saved you the worry of being alone in lectures. One of his other flatmates, Sean, had drove you insane when you first met him as he wouldn’t stop talking, but you soon grew to love him, too. 

Abigail was another of his flatmates, and he made the dire mistake of pulling her on the very first night; making the living situation unbearably uncomfortable for everyone else, especially when the two made the event an “accidental” reoccurring theme. It was no secret that she was smitten the moment she met him, but John being John and John also being a university student he had no desire to enter anything serious, even if he did like her more than he let on. 

You’d grown close to one of your own flatmates, Karen, and she often joined you on your trips to the flat across the hall, and after she’d drunkenly got with Sean on one of the nights out, being intoxicated became a requirement for her to visit the flat to calm her embarrassment. So, you all began smoking weed together on a regular occasion, and the small group became your favourite thing about university so far. 

Although you were already saving money by getting a lift most of the way home, the day that John had wanted to return for the Christmas holiday only had expensive ticket options for the final leg of your journey on the train, but two days later was much cheaper and he’d kindly offered you a place in one of his spare rooms. You gladly accepted, eager to see how nice his house was and spend a bit of time with his younger sister, Tilly, who you’d only spoken to over facetime but whose dry sense of humour you found hilarious. 

“Fuck, John, stop cutting people off,” you craned your neck backwards, watching the most recent victim of John’s erratic road presence throwing up the V’s at his car. 

“Stop backseat driving,” he batted his hand, but as always there was no irritation in his relaxed raspy voice, one that was getting raspier by the day considering how much he smoked. If it wasn’t weed, it was cigarettes and oh there he goes lighting another. 

“You do know this is why your car stinks, right?” you asked, cringing slightly at how careless he was even with his nice expensive vehicle. 

“You’re starting to sound like Abigail,” he scoffed, taking an extended inhale from the cigarette and blowing the smoke at you for good measure, laughing in that signature wheeze of his when you recoiled. 

Pushing the button to crank the window down, you leaned over and allowed the fresh air to fill your lungs now that you were back on normal roads. 

The pair of you soon reached a more rural area, and John cleared his throat when he pulled into a gated entrance. You gawked at the property, once John had used his fob to open the gates to reveal a driveway filled with decorative stone leading up to a gorgeous big house. 

“Shiiiiiit,” was all you could muster as you admired the beautiful brick and windows when you stepped out of the car. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he dismissed, flicking his cigarette and leading the way to the front door. 

You’d never seen a door so grand, dark wood that looked heavy and a golden lion's head holding the knocker. John fished his key from his pocket as you rang your fingers over it and didn’t care for your interest when he flung the door open.  

“’m back!” he called into the house, which somehow felt homely despite how large it was. It was only a few moments before Tilly came charging down the stairs and flung her arms around him. You smiled as the pair embraced, one of the few brother-sister duos you knew that didn’t hate each other. They were extremely close, and you’d found out after a few weeks the reason why. 

John’s mother had died when Tilly was only young, and your heart ached for the two kids but thankfully it brought them closer and they always had each other’s backs, with the guidance of their father, who had understandably been broken by her passing, along with their older brother.  

Tilly greeted you too, and you shook her hand as she bounced in the direction of the kitchen. “Dad’s in the back room watching the game with Arthur,” she informed the two of you as you followed in her direction. You’d heard a lot about Arthur, John’s older brother, and had the privilege of seeing a photo of him once. He didn’t live at the house, instead with his boyfriend, Charles, and if you’d have known he was going to be there today you might have made a bit more effort. 

You tried to be subtle as you took in the gorgeous room, black granite counter tops and high-end appliances only a backdrop for the big family kitchen that boasted an island in the middle with stools pulled up to it as it functioned as a breakfast bar too. 

As Tilly helped herself to something from the cupboards, you followed behind John to the adjoining room where you could hear noise from the TV in the form of a football commentator.  

You weren’t often nervous, not really, but something about this big house made you wonder what sort of man owned it and managed to make it warm and inviting while single-handedly raising his three kids. And when you saw him, lounged back on his sofa, wrapping his long ringed fingers around the neck of his cold beer bottle that paused on its way to his lips as his eyes landed on you, you had to gulp. 

And when your name rolled of his tongue, that voice so deep and rich, you tightened your grip on your bag and quietly sucked air into your lungs as you smiled at him coolly. That didn’t help either, just brought your attention to the faint smell of tobacco in the air mixed with cedarwood and some delightful cologne that you wanted to inhale even more of. 

But christ that’s John’s father you’re thinking about and you’re stood there like a moron and he’s waiting for a response. “Mr Van der Linde,” you swallowed. “Thanks for letting me stay, your home is lovely.” 

John tutted loudly at your ass-kissing display, but you didn’t miss him shrinking slightly when his father turned his attention to him. 

“I see you’ve not developed any manners while you’ve been away,” he tipped his chin down at the man who now gave off the aura of a boy, before looking back at you. “Thank you, miss. Please make yourself at home.” 

You nodded and swallowed again, hoping it wasn’t noticeable to anyone else but God your mouth felt so wet all of a sudden. He was John’s father, alright, in possession of the same rugged charm held by his son, but much more refined and much less boyish. He shifted slightly in his seat, propping his leg up on the L-shaped sofa that he’d claimed the corner of. You darted your eyes away, reminding yourself not to look between his legs but wishing you could because those tailored black trousers did wonders for him. 

“That’s Arthur,” John pointed lazily at the other man in the room, and you hadn’t even looked at him yet, but you were glad for something else to focus on. He was also a treat to look at, even more so in the flesh and you wondered what it was about this family that produced these kinds of men because you’d never encountered anything like it and now here you were in a room with three of them. 

“Nice to meet you, Arthur,” you smiled and the man nodded in acknowledgement, nudging his beer upwards slightly. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Mr Van der Linde loosen the collar of his crisp white shirt, that’d been rolled up to reveal his forearms as a substitution for changing out of his work clothes to make himself comfortable. 

“Will the two of you be joining us, son?” 

You looked to John, part of you hoping he’d say yes but part of you desperate for any excuse to leave the room so you could breathe. John opted for the latter option, muttering something about being hungry and tired and wanting to settle in after the drive and Arthur asked when he planned on telling them all about his life at university, for him to just mutter later as he departed the room, and you quickly offered a smile to the two gentlemen before following him out. 

“I’ll let you pick a room before we get the bags,” John began the walk up the stairs and you grunted behind him. 

“Pick? You mean there’s more than one?” 

He shrugged, as he always does when he felt uncomfortable discussing his financial situation. Half the time, you thought he hated having money, but you supposed it was more his manifested embarrassment over how much it set him apart from other people. Nobody would guess if they didn’t know, both due to his mannerisms and his insistence on often wearing the same t-shirt for a week straight. 

“Well, where’s your room?” you asked, thinking that picking whichever was closest to him was the safest bet. 

John pointed up, before walking towards a door which when opened, revealed another small flight of stairs. “Mine’s the attic. You’ve got the choice of that one,” he pointed at a door in front of you to the left, “and that one,” he pointed behind you at a second door, before making his way up the stairs to dump the first of his stuff. 

You looked between the doors and decided to investigate the first one. It was bigger than your room at home, decorated in white and duck egg blue with a large double bed in the centre. The theme was the ocean, a beautiful painting above the bed depicting a grand ship on a calm sea. You’d be more than happy to stay here, hell a sofa would do you fine, but you still gave the other room a look even if out of pure nosiness.  

The second room was warmer, dark wooden furnishings with an accent of a pretty mustard colour. The double bed was tucked into the corner beside the window, looking out over the garden and countryside beyond. There was no theme to this room, but a few decorations appeared to be antiques. You dropped your bag by an old-looking gramophone and ran your finger over the brass horn, marvelling at something so pretty being hidden away in a spare room. You peered at the disc inside, making out Tchaikovsky in faded lettering and reached your hand out to turn the crank, but recoiled when you realised you’d probably end up breaking it. 

John’s feet thundering down the stairs prompted you to turn towards the doorway and he beckoned you to follow with the tilt of his head as he peered inside. You did, and the two of you made your way to the kitchen in search of food once your suitcase was safely situated in your room. 

“There any dinner on?” he called to the next room. 

“What’s it look like to you?” Arthur called back and John grumbled something about him being a smartarse.  

“Half time is in five minutes, we’ll just order takeout if you decide what to get,” Mr Van der Linde called, prompting John to reach into a drawer and pull out a handful of menus. 

“I forgot they even had paper menus,” you mused, leaning up beside John as you ran your hands over them to splay them out and get a good look. It all looked so good; you didn’t care which one they ordered from. “I’ll eat anything,” you announced and John huffed. 

“You always do this. Can’t you pick for once?” 

“I don’t mind! I could eat a horse I’m that hungry.” 

John just rolled his eyes and scanned over the menus before pulling two of them out and presenting them in front of you. “Choose between these two then, I’ve whittled it down.” 

You sighed, thinking that’s a fair deal as you looked between the two options: Indian or Thai. 

Both were delightful, but you knew John would complain if you didn’t make the decision. After a minute of back and forth, you decided the tofu guay tiew was the most appealing and vocalised your choice of Thai. 

“Dad’ll be happy,” he remarked, collecting up the other menus and unceremoniously jamming them into the drawer, “that’s his favourite.” 

At the small sense of pride that filled your chest, you cursed yourself internally. Something about the man made you want to please him, an odd sensation for you since you usually could care less what other people thought. Besides, it was just a takeaway for Christ’s sake. 

Shifting from the next room prefaced the two men that parted from it, expressions content and you assumed their team was winning. They were both so tall, because of course they were. 

“Are you staying for dinner?” Mr Van der Linde asked Arthur who nodded as he deposited the beer bottles into the bin. 

“Sure, I wanna hear all about little Johnny’s adventures,” he had a strong southern drawl, and proceeded to ruffle John’s hair who shoved him away in displeasure. 

“Did you let our guest choose?” Mr Van der Linde then asked, raising his eyebrows at his other son before glancing at you with a small half-smirk. 

John answered by reaching over the counter and handing him the menu, his eyes lighting up once he realised which one you’d chosen. “Good choice,” he hummed, not looking up at you and instead reaching into his pocket for his phone. “What does everyone want?” 

“We can just use the app,” said John. 

“No, I’ll call.” 

John’s sigh caused the man to harden his gaze.  

“It’s quicker over the phone,” he explained irritably. 

“Dad’s an EOP,” John informed you. 

“EOP?” Arthur repeated. 

“Enemy of progress,” John responded, as though it was terminology even a baby should know, despite he himself only learning it from you a month ago. 

“I am not,” the man grumbled. “Just don’t see the point of an app, is all.” 

You smirked at the back and forth as Arthur rolled his eyes. “Someone just order the damn food,” he drawled. 

Once everyone had ordered, including Tilly who it turns isn’t overly fond of Thai food but was quickly reminded by her father that she’d had free reign over the house and choice of takeout for three months, and it was only fair that her brother got to pick on his first night back. John teased her, saying that she’d become spoilt now that she was practically an only child.  

“It should get here in time for the end of the game if we order and you collect it, otherwise we’ll have to wait an extra twenty. Up to you.” 

“We’ll collect,” John answered without pause. 

“You students really that hungry, huh?” Arthur chortled. 

“I’m just excited to eat something that’s not instant noodles or beans on toast,” you hummed, thinking longingly about how much you’d missed a well-cooked meal. 

“Or instant noodles on toast, in your case,” John teased. 

At the looks of disgust directed at you, you huffed. “It’s nicer than it sounds!” 

“That a thing you do often?” Arthur asked, more than intrigued by the strange diet of a student. 

“Only when I fancy a change,” you shrugged and he scoffed, partially in disbelief and partially in amusement. 

“Well, let us hope that your meal tonight is slightly more appealing,” Mr Van der Linde slid his phone back into his pocket, beckoning Arthur to follow him into the back room as the commentator announced the start of the second half. 

You and John had left almost straight away to pick up the food, just to keep yourselves occupied, and thankfully it wasn’t long before you were back at his house and greeted with an already-set table including a couple bottles of wine. 

It was a bit of performance getting everyone’s correct orders to them, but eventually you were all seated. Mr Van der Linde was at the head of the table (of course) with Arthur and John either side of him, you sitting next to John and Tilly sitting next to Arthur. 

“Help yourselves to wine,” Mr Van der Linde gestured to the bottle of red and John didn’t need to be asked twice, pouring himself a large glass which his father eyed suspiciously. 

John side-eyed you and laughed at your pursed expression. “She has a uh... an aversion to red wine,” he explained to the table. 

You threw him a glare, embarrassed that he was bringing up your drunken tales from when you were learning your limits, even if you’re still yet to be mindful of them. 

“Ha,” Arthur barked, “I’d like to hear that story.” 

“Nobody is hearing that story,” you paused, “especially not while we’re eating,” you shuddered at the memory, looking at the delicious food in front of you and willing your brain to think about anything else. 

“This is proper wine, not like that shit you students drink,” Mr Van der Linde huffed. “Just try a tiny bit.” 

You obeyed, albeit hesitantly as you offered out your glass and John poured a mouthful in. Bracing yourself, you sipped it and tried to ignore the eyes around the table on you. 

It tasted rich, smooth and warm on your throat and nothing like that red wine you’d experienced at university which was more closely related to window treatment. “Oh,” your tongue lapped slightly in your mouth, “that is nice.” You held your glass out again for John to fill and Mr Van der Linde chuckled to himself. 

“I still want to hear some drunken tales,” Arthur took a sip of his own wine as you took another of yours. 

“Well, I have plenty about John,” you smirked, forking some of your noodles into your mouth and nearly groaning at how good it tasted. Tilly’s eyes widened with intrigue. 

“Don’t you dare,” he hissed, stomping his heel onto your toe under the table. 

Your squeak turned into a laugh, and you raised your brows at him - I’ll keep your secrets if you keep mine. 

He shifted his attention back to the food, knowing he had much more to lose in the present circumstance, and your agreement with one another was settled. 

“How are your lectures, son?” 

John shrugged. “Fine.” 

“What are you learning about?” 

You smirked around your next sip of wine, knowing that John hadn’t got a clue about the contents of his course given his terrible attendance to his lectures. 

“Uh... Ethics.” 

“Anything else?” 

John attempted to remember the names of the modules he’d done the bare minimum for, but it didn’t seem to fool Mr Van der Linde one bit. He had mentioned that the push to study philosophy had come from his father, and unlike most kids that did something because their parents wanted them too, John didn’t seem to care. He much preferred being out of doors, with animals or working with his hands. Above anything, John preferred not working. So, a three-year degree, paid for by his father where he could slack off for a little while longer was more than welcome. 

The way his father looked at him, you could tell John would be getting a talking to in a more private setting at a later date, but he instead turned his attention to you in favour of not lowering the mood around the table. 

“Do you have more of an interest in your course than John does in his?” he asked you, his voice not entirely cleared of his disappointment and John noticed it too, shrinking his shoulders slightly. 

“I suppose so,” you said brightly, hoping to alleviate the tension. 

“You’re studying philosophy like John?” 

“Oh, no,” you sipped at your wine, feeling as though you were being interviewed for your place on said course all over again. “Computer Science.”  

He raised his eyebrow in surprise and Arthur hummed to vocalise how impressed he was. “Smart girl,” Mr Van der Linde said thoughtfully before taking a bite of food. 

“She’s only interested in it because she has to be,” John scoffed, and you wondered if part of him was jealous at the praise you were getting that he wasn’t. “She’s got a scholarship,” he clarified. 

You cleared your throat, embarrassed and slightly irritated at John for mentioning it. “I have to keep my attendance above eighty percent,” you shrugged nonchalantly. 

“A scholarship? My my,” Mr Van der Linde brought his glass to his lips. 

You just shook your head. Truthfully, you wouldn’t have even been able to go were it not for the scholarship; it would have been far too expensive, so you didn’t really have a choice in the matter if you wanted a place on the course.  

“Do you know what you want to do for work?” 

“Not really, suppose I’ll just go into software - that’s where most of the jobs are,” you took another sip of the wine and found your glass empty. “I guess I won’t go into app development, though.” 

Even though you could slap yourself for trying to banter with him and only coming up with something so pathetic, he chuckled into his glass and his eyes were warm as they bore into yours when he licked a stray droplet from his bottom lip as he set the glass down. 

You could swear you clenched. 

“You always get flushed after wine,” John commented with amusement, refilling your glass before his own. 

“I’m not,” you said quietly, holding your knuckles to your cheek and yes, your skin was burning. You grumbled and dipped your head, the spicy flavours of your dish now something you were all too aware of. 

Mr Van der Linde just observed you, something unreadable on his face or maybe the wine had gone to your head and you just no longer had the capacity to distinguish emotions. 

“Well,” he wiped a napkin over his mouth and sat back in his chair, his plate completely emptied of food. “I’m glad you’re around to keep John in check.” 

“She isn’t as sensible and innocent as she looks,” John said over a full mouthful and Arthur tutted at his lack of table manners. 

“That so.” Mr Van der Linde wasn’t asking. He sipped at his wine. 

“Sure I am,” you cleared your throat, finding your voice once again but having nothing more to say to defend yourself. You couldn’t deny that John had experienced you in a light that was more than ill-fashioned, thanks to the numerous substances you’d experimented with over your short friendship so far. 

The conversation continued long after dinner finished, Tilly talking all about her new school year and it was clear how much her father and brothers adored her; looking at her with all the love in the world and your heart swelled at the display. Your head swelled too, and you stopped your alcohol consumption after your fourth glass of wine, knowing you’d have a fierce headache in the morning. 

Unfortunately, the conversation didn’t turn to the topic of Mr Van der Linde, and in your drunken haze you couldn’t stop your mind wandering as you thought about him as he sat there, a soft grin and slightly heavy eyelids following the wine and beer he’d drank that day with a hearty meal to top it off. You desperately tried to keep your gaze on whoever was talking, and for the past twenty minutes it’d been mainly Arthur. He briefly mentioned the business Dutch owned (what the business was, you had no idea) with another man, Hosea, his most trusted friend and colleague.  

None of you had realised how close to midnight it was, and you rubbed at your eyes once Arthur pointed it out and called for a taxi to take him home. A yawn and a stretch later, you stood to excuse yourself too. 

“Thanks again for dinner, Mr Van der Linde,” you said, picking up your cutlery, plate, and glass and loading them into the dishwasher. 

“Please,” his voice came from right behind you and you stifled a gasp as you turned. John and Tilly were saying their goodbyes to Arthur at the door, but Mr Van der Linde was right next to you and god did he smell good. 

And god, were you drunk. 

“Call me Dutch,” he crooned, loading his own dishes beside yours. 

All you could think to respond with was a nod. “Alright, thanks. Dutch.” 

His brow softened at hearing his name on your tongue and he allowed himself the slight indulgence of wandering his eyes down your form as you walked away, clearly trying to hide in your walk how quickly the wine had gone to your head. He was in no position to judge, attributing his interest in his son’s pretty friend to nothing more than a drunken lapse of judgement that would go no further than that.  

- 

Your mouth was so dry.  

The room span a little as you opened your eyes, but the headache wasn’t as bad as some you’d had previously, thankful that it was still dark out and you didn’t have to deal with any blinding lights. Rolling over within the comfort of the bed, which you could tell was dressed with a very expensive sheet and duvet set, you tilted your phone that sat charging on the nightstand and checked the time. 03:43. 

Lord knows why you didn’t bring a glass of water to bed, or at the very least have some before you went to sleep, but you needed some right now and sat up to swing your feet onto the floor.  

The house was still warm, and you ran your hand over a radiator in passing to find that it was on a low heat, so no wonder. You wore your plain, oversized, grey t-shirt and some underwear that you always referred to as your ‘boy shorts’. Drunken you had decided to be a little modest, at least. 

(Mostly) sober you didn’t follow that trend, venturing onto the landing without pulling on some trackies, saying to yourself that you’d only be a moment anyway, so it was no matter. 

You tiptoed down the stairs, thankful for the minimum creaking of the floorboards and made your way to the kitchen, the tiles cold on your bare feet.  

There were a lot of cabinets, and while it felt rude to rummage through them you didn’t have much choice unless you wanted to lean over and drink straight from the tap, which was a much worse position to be caught in should someone see you. You eventually found the cupboard with the glasses and mugs, and after pulling out a pint glass you filled it up and gulped it down within seconds. 

You did the same thing again, and as you were halfway done with your second glass a dim light was flicked on and you almost choked on your drink. 

“Didn’t mean to startle you.” 

Turning, you held your hand to your mouth to mask the massive gulp of water you held in it, and you swallowed it down as gracefully as you could, wiping your lips with the back of your hand as you cleared your throat to greet Dutch. 

“It’s no problem,” you shook your head. “Sorry, did I wake you?" 

He shook his head too, dismissively, and you didn’t miss his eyeline drop to your legs before back at your face. 

“Shit,” you muttered, moving to hide your bottom half behind the island and he smirked. 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

But obviously you did, you’d known him shy of twelve hours and he’d just found you in his kitchen dressed the way you were and he’d probably seen half of your ass when you were turned the other way. 

You glanced down at yourself by uncomfortably. 

He let you fester for a moment under his smirk, before shrugging off his night gown to reveal his broad and surprisingly muscular chest, black hairs decorating it as well as his stomach. “Here,” he handed it out to you over the counter, leaving himself in just his red and black checked bottoms. 

You took it without thinking, most of your brain power allocated to the task of not staring and you looked at the garment in your hands. “You don’t have to -” 

“It’s fine.” He looked almost bored of your apologetic demeanour, something you realised he’d seen a lot of from you. You took the robe and wrapped it around yourself, the softness of it making you want to curl up but not quite as much as that scent did. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled and he nodded. “You don’t have any painkillers, do you?” you asked, feeling like an immature teenager that couldn’t handle her drink. “Just in case.” 

“Of course.” He moved round the counter and opened a drawer, tutting at the creased-up menus that jammed it and you did your best to hide your amusement. A rattle from the packet later, he pushed two out and offered them to you, and you held your hand out for him to drop them in. You popped them in your mouth and leaned your head back to gulp down some water. 

He stared at your neck as you did so, but ripped his attention away when you brought your head back down. 

“Is your head hurting?” he asked, stepping towards you and holding his hand to your forehead while brushing your hair away soothingly. 

“Oh no, not really,” you swallowed. “It’s just in case it does in the morning.” 

“I see,” he said plainly, casually returning his arm to his side. 

“Thanks... again.” 

Leaning back on the counter behind him, he crossed one foot over the other and offered you a gentle smile. You took another few sips, emptying your glass. 

You glanced from Dutch to the sink and back to Dutch, before making your way over to fill up again. Now he was right next to you, silently observing and you didn’t face away from the sink as you drank down some more water. You could feel how warm he was, it radiated from his chest, and you were glad to have sobered up because you were certain drunken you would’ve just leaned into it, and how awful would that be. 

Awful. Terrible. Definitely not wonderful. 

Gulping down the rest of the glass, you finally felt satisfied and filled up once more so you could bring some it to bed with you. You turned to the man beside you, who did nothing other than blink. 

“Good night, Mr Van der Linde.” 

“Good night, miss.” 

You walked out of the kitchen, remembering you hadn’t called him Dutch like he’d asked but supposing it wasn’t a big deal and you couldn’t think too long on it without the image of him topless crept back into your mind. 

He’s John’s dad.  

Shaking your head to hopefully rid it of your thoughts, you pushed open the door to your room and closed it gently before climbing into bed and curling in on yourself, keeping his nightgown wrapped around you. 

- 

Despite it being winter, it was too hot when you woke. 

It was no surprise, given the heating was on and you were wearing Dutch’s robe and had a thick duvet draped over you. You kicked it off, star-fishing and grimacing at the sweat that’d pooled on your lower back. 

09:07. 

You brought up your messages with John. 

Going to get a shower if you don’t mind.  

John was mostly hit and miss with his sleeping schedule, sometimes he’d be up at the crack of dawn and other times he’d sleep in until mid-afternoon. Today, you were thankfully he’d been an early riser. 

Knock yourself out.  

You stayed still for a moment, before sliding out of the bed and unzipping your suitcase to find your toiletries bag. Not wanting to change into anything that was clean, you opted for keeping Dutch’s nightgown on since you were only walking across the hall. 

But when you did, and reached your hand out to open the bathroom door, you could hear the shower on from inside. You frowned and turned, in time for Tilly to depart from her room to the right.  

“Oh, John’s just gone in,” she informed you. 

“Fucker,” you grumbled and she tilted her head at you in questioning. “I just told him I was getting a shower.” 

She giggled apologetically, her eyes shifting to look behind you at the sound of a door opening. You turned. Dutch. You hadn’t realised the room next to yours was his. 

“You’re welcome to use my ensuite,” he yawned, patting Tilly’s arm as she passed him to go downstairs. 

“Are you sure?” 

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.” 

“Right,” you nodded. “Thank you.” 

“There’s no shower in there,” he leaned against the door frame, folding his arms over his now (unfortunately) covered chest. “Just a bath, but I can draw you one up no problem.” 

A bath. God, you missed baths. Your accommodation only had crappy showers that were unbearably inconsistent with their water pressure and temperature. 

“I’m sure I can wait,” you shrugged, not wanting to trouble him even a little. 

“John’ll be at least 20 minutes,” he pointed to the door with disappointment, “bath’ll be full in ten.” 

You swallowed, now feeling like it’d be rude of you to say no. “O-Okay, thanks. But I can run it.” 

“Please, allow me. On account of my idiot son,” he scratched the back of his scalp lazily. 

You huffed a laugh, not wanting to oppose him anymore and gave in. “Alright, I appreciate it.” 

Dutch nodded, disappearing into his room and you busied yourself back in yours while you waited. You were fiddling with the gramophone again when he rapped at your open door. 

“You just turn the crank,” he informed you. 

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t want to break it.” 

He huffed in amusement, meandering over and stopping next to you to wind it up. 

You smiled fondly, as the ever-familiar Dance of The Swans began playing. 

“Swan Lake,” you hummed, more to yourself than Dutch but he turned to you with his eyebrows raised. 

“You like ballet?” 

“Love it. Used to take lessons when I was younger, not that I was any good,” you snorted. “Swan Lake was always my favourite.” 

His smile was warm, and eyes intrigued. “Do you go to see the shows often?” 

“Not as often as I’d like, it’s been a couple years actually.” Life as a student didn’t often allow room for the luxuries of tickets to the ballet. 

Dutch nodded thoughtfully. “Well, your bath is ready.” 

You followed him out the room, the song reaching its crescendo and fading out in your ears as the two of you walked further away from it. He opened the door to his bedroom, motioning for you to enter. 

“There’s a speaker in there if you want to put on any music, John says it’s Bluetooth or something.” 

God, he’s adorable. 

He’s also John’s father goddamnit.  

“Thank you,” you cleared your throat, walking past him and through the next open door, stopping at the frame. 

“Take your time,” he hummed after you and you nodded in appreciation as you closed the door. You'd wanted to sneak a peek at his room but couldn’t very well do so with him watching you. You dropped your things on the floor and locked the ensuite, turning to the pristine bathroom that felt warm and cosy despite the fact it was mostly grey, the floor slate and the standalone bath by the small window at the end. 

The smells inside the room were wonderful, and you peered into the steaming tub and to your surprise it was filled with bubbles, the water a shade of lavender and you were impressed that he even had the supplies to make such a delightful bath. 

He’d even lit a candle for you. 

You shrugged off his robe and hung it on the back of the door, taking a second to smell it and make sure it didn’t now reek of your sweat. Thankfully, it didn’t. 

It was the best bath you’d ever had. You’d played some of your favourite relaxing music and looped through an entire album before you cracked your eyes open, realising how long you’d sat in the warmth as your hangover dissolved away. 

Giving the bath a little once over with the scourer and bathroom spray you found under the sink once the water was out, you rubbed your nice-smelling moisturiser over your skin and dressed in your clothes for the day; feeling miles better than you had done a few hours previous. 

You only allowed your eyes to rake over Dutch’s bedroom briefly, dark mahogany furnishings and an extremely inviting king-sized bed with silk sheets in the centre of the room. The only think you didn’t like was how eerily tidy it was. You left quickly. 

The scent of something sweet greeted you and you cringed slightly upon seeing the hands of the fancy kitchen clock reading the time of 10:25. Whoops. 

Nobody seemed to mind, greeting you as John and Tilly sat at the breakfast bar while Dutch cooked over the stove. You flicked John’s ear as you passed him for stealing your shower, although you weren’t really that bothered since the alternative was much more desirable. He rasped his laugh, as usual, and you could tell he’d just had his morning cigarette, though you suspected he was missing his weed that he’d usually smoke on a Saturday morning. 

“You were pretty wasted last night,” he slung his arm over you, and you pressed your forehead into his shoulder. 

“I wasn’t that bad,” you mumbled into the fabric of his hoodie that you’d borrowed on more than one occasion. 

He vibrated with a laugh, resting his head on top of yours and you pondered which one of you had really been that drunk, considering he was showing signs of a strong hangover; he was always very snuggly after a particularly heavy night. “Hair of the dog later?” 

“You’re going out tonight?” Tilly asked and John looked to you. 

“If we don’t find anything else to do, probably. We did say we were only going to go if Javi went anyway.” 

“And is he?” 

“Not sure,” you hummed, shifting to lay your head on John sideways (he was surprisingly comfortable given his lean frame) and pulling out your phone to find no new messages from Javier. 

Thoughts on tonight?  

You set your phone on the counter, not expecting a reply until much later when he finally joined the land of the living. 

“We could go on a walk?” Tilly asked sweetly and John groaned. 

“A walk,” you jabbed his side, “would be lovely. Maybe in a few hours when John’s recovered.” 

“Coming, dad?” 

Dutch cleared his throat, seemingly very focused on his cooking and slung the tea towel over his shoulder. “Uh... Perhaps. It’s colder than it looks out there.” 

He brought two bowls over, one filled with fresh berries and another with melted chocolate. You groaned in delight and sat up from John, peering at the selection.  

When the bowl of chopped banana arrived along with lemon juice and sugar, Dutch allowed himself a glance in your direction and his lips turned up at the sight of you eagerly eying the food. 

He finally brought over the pancakes, sauce, and fresh orange juice before seating himself beside Tilly. 

You salivated at the display in front of you, the best cure for a hangover that wasn’t quite the same when you’d made it back in your flat. “Thanks so much, Dutch,” you hummed, beginning to stack your pancakes with toppings.  

“It’s my pleasure,” he chuckled, pouring out a cup of coffee. 

Internally, John briefly questioned when you’d gotten to a first name basis with his dad but didn’t give it much thought to it and soon his full focus was on the food in front of him. 

“I got a load of washing,” he chewed his last mouthful after pretty much inhaling his breakfast, washing it down with a glass of orange juice. 

“You know where the laundry room is,” Dutch countered calmly to which John scoffed and stood to grab his washing that’d accumulated over the past few weeks. “Do you want to wash anything, miss?” 

“Oh,” you swallowed your juice, remembering your suitcase full of clothes that needed washing. “It’s fine, I do have some but I was just going to do it when I got home.” 

“Nonsense. When John’s finished you can put a load on.” 

You shrugged. “Alright, suppose I may as well.” 

Later that day, Dutch called up the stairs to let you know the washing machine was free and you ambled downstairs after separating your clean clothes from those that needed washing. He directed you to the laundry room and you placed your suitcase on the dryer and opened it, deciding that one load should be enough. You looked at his fancy washing machine, slightly uncertain on how to get it going. 

As though reading your mind, he appeared in the doorway and cleared up your confusion. You turned to thank him and found his eyes cast down to your pile of clothing – and you were mortified to see your underwear right at the top. In an attempt to play it cool, you looked back to him and he gave you a smile, one that had you questioning if he’d even been looking or if it was just a figment of your imagination. You returned his expression, turning back to desperately try and remember what he’d just told you about how to work the appliance and you leaned over to turn a dial and pretend you knew what you were doing. You breathed a sigh of relief when the door clicked shut after an extended moment, and dumped your pile of clothes in. 

Unfortunately, the weather was both cold and rainy by the afternoon, squashing all hopes Tilly had of going on a walk. She made you promise that when you next came round, you’d join them on one and you were reminded that you had to leave tomorrow but the prospect of returning was an exciting one. Incidentally, Javier had no desire to go out in the rain and so yours and John’s plans were cancelled too, but you went to the drive through for a late lunch that you’d both finished by the time you returned to his house. 

Instead, you spent the rest of the day on the sofa with Tilly and John, flicking through Netflix and bundled under blankets. Dutch put you to shame by having a better social life and going out for beers with his friends that evening, but he made a lasagne to go in the oven when the three of you got hungry, and the entire thing was demolished in no time. Nursing a rather large food baby, you turned in at around 11pm. 

- 

“Are you going to come and watch?” John asked you after he informed the room that he'd be playing football with the guys on that dreary Sunday. 

You glanced out the window and back to him with a frown. “It’s pouring rain. And I see you’re going back on your promise to give me a lift to the station.” 

“I never promised nothing,” his expression told a different story; he’d just forgotten. “Dad’ll take you,” he gestured to his father who looked up from his phone. 

“Course I will,” Dutch stated, and returned his attention to the device in his hand. 

“Oh, it’s fine, I can get a taxi -” 

His expression alone silenced you as he looked up once more, an eyebrow raised at you to stop protesting. “I insist,” he said after letting the silence hang in the air for a bit. You just nodded. 

When John left an hour later, he gave you a big squeeze goodbye and you told him to at least do some revision for his exams in January, to which he countered that they didn’t even count to the final grade and you couldn’t really argue with him on that. With Tilly up in her room and a couple of hours to kill before you had to leave, you tried to find something to watch on TV but had no luck and sighed as you eyed your laptop beside you. May as well try and get some work done. 

You begrudgingly pulled up the code for one of your assignments, but soon found yourself focused and began to make some decent progress. 

“What on earth is that,” Dutch commented, leaning on the back of the sofa as he squinted at your screen over your shoulder. 

Huffing a laugh, you craned your neck to look back at him. “Broken code,” you stated, before looking back at said code. 

“Looks... interesting. How can you concentrate with this on?” he gestured to the TV. 

“Oh,” you looked up, half forgetting it was even on. “It’s just background noise.” 

“I see. Mind if I watch something?” 

As if he was asking you, like it wasn’t his own house. “Course not.” 

He moved round the sofa and dropped himself in the spot you’d first found him in, and he flicked through the channels until he landed on a cooking show, and you were reminded of how delightful your dinner was last night. 

“That lasagne was so good,” you commented, not taking your gaze off the screen in front of you. 

“I’m glad you liked it. Can I get you a drink?” 

“Oh,” you blinked at him, “no, I’m fine thank you.” 

You returned your attention back to your work and settled into the cushion of the sofa. It felt oddly normal to sit with Dutch, while he did have a very intimidating aura, he was also the kind of person you could sit in silence with and not have it be awkward. He lounged back, watching his show while you typed away on your keyboard.  

Before you knew it, an hour and a half had passed, and you rubbed your eyes before closing your laptop.  

“Ready to get going?” 

You groaned and rested back, wishing you could curl up on the comfy sofa instead. “I guess,” you grumbled. 

Dutch chuckled fondly. “You’re welcome back anytime.” 

“Thanks Mr Van der Linde,” you smiled at him, and there was something about the way he was looking at you... 

Or perhaps it was your imagination. 

He cleared his throat as he stood, placing his warm hand on your shoulder as he passed and you almost leaned into it, but he was out the room before you could and all that remained was that scent of his. You shivered as you stood. 

The short journey to the station was delightful, in Dutch’s fancy car that had heated seats and was pristinely clean. You only allowed yourself to look at him once, the way he sat back and leisurely stirred the wheel with one hand, his other one resting on his thigh. 

“Have a good Christmas, miss,” he tipped his head as you turned to close the door, and you returned the sentiment. 

You were actually glad to be leaving, a little fantasising was harmless but there was something about that look in his eye that had you wondering if perhaps it could be a reality. And, of course, that was territory you’d never venture into; sleeping with your friend’s dad, a man twice your age? Absolutely not. Time to enjoy Christmas at home and forget all about him. 

When you couldn’t find one of your favourite pair of knickers, the lacy, dark grey ones, you tutted at yourself for forgetting them even though you were sure you’d packed them. But when you returned for second term at university, they weren’t anywhere to be found in your flat, either. 

[doueverwonder]

ok so I couldn't get the age order to be the way I wanted and ignore the moms names they're just placeholders;

but here is Abby's immediate family for the bookseller and the florist. François was married to Anne and they had Matt; they got divorced and after the divorce François realized he was Bi. Such is life. Matt was an "every 3 days kid" until he was like 12 and something with the custody came up; he went to being with dad all the time and mom only every other weekend. And by the time he was 15-ish he just stayed with François (and Will) all the time.

Will was married to Dorothy (they were highschool sweethearts who got married at like 19 and everyone was like 'bad idea but go off ig'), they pretty quickly had Jack, and then about three years later Liam. William had some Stuff (TM) happened that made him realize he was gay, him and Dorothy were divorced by the time Liam was 1. They're still decently good friends, even though she moved pretty far away. Jack and Liam always spent summers with her, school year with William and then bounced back and forth for the allotted holidays.

{side note there's eight-ish years between François and Will so Matt is significantly older than Jack and Liam even tho their dads were about the same age when they had their first kid}

I haven't decided exactly but Abby was somewhere between 7-10 when she was adopted; she's older than Liam, about the same age as Jack, and younger than Matt (yes i know what the fic says i'm going to edit some things). Will and François had been together for about 3-ish years when they adopted Abby. (well, William adopted Abby, François got his name added when it became legal where they lived when she was about 12)

{side note pt 2. in this AU François and Will never actually get married due to a little thing called "it's not legal yet" & when it does become legal they just don't bc of a mutual "marriage was fun to try but i'm never doing that again sorry"; they might file for some sort of civil partnership eventually but besides that}

Years later, like Liam is in his 2nd year of highschool later, they get early on-set empty nest do some Debating, and end up getting a surrogate and having Peter. Officially they don't know who his bio dad is, but you look at the boy for two minutes and can tell he's a Kirkland. Just,,, Matt is back in town, Abby & Jack are back from College for fall break or smth, Liam is in highschool he's always home but; they sit all the kids down and are just "we have big news, we're having a baby!" and the general reaction is "what-what the fuck? aren't you two like,,, ancient?"

Anyway time goes on, Peter is like 3, Liam moved out to live with his mom and go to college around where she lives, Abby is back with an English degree to help Will run the shop (initially she was going to be a teacher but changed her mind); Jack is getting some long fancy degree no one quite understands but he's hyped about it and he's never been excited about school. And Matt is off wandering a national park and having a grand old time doing it.

Pete is down for a nap François slides in the room with a serious conversation to have with William;

within two years they've adopted Angelique, she's about six when Pete is five so they're close but not as close as Abby and Jack. It's so stereotypical but Abby was super happy to have a sister FINALLY she had kinda been hoping Peter was a girl but it's fine. She's fine.

And then last but def not least in the story there is actually going to be a future chapter when Abby drags Lars to meet her parents with the excuse of "you know that baby my parents have been fostering? Wendy? well the adoption papers finally went through, so legally she's their kid and legally she's my sister and they're throwing a little party and you should come and meet the rest of my family everyone is going to be there yes bring Emma and Henri"

anyway the age order is;

Matthieu

Abby

Jack

Liam

Angelique

Peter

Wendy

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

See exclusive photos from 27 Hallmark Christmas movies (Entertainment Weekly) - Part 1, Hallmark Channel

’Twas the Date Before Christmas

Premieres: Oct. 18 at 8:00 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Robert Buckley, Amy Groening

Official description: "To prevent her family from canceling the 'Chamberlain Family Christmas Olympics,' Jessie (Groening) lies and says she’s inviting a date to the long-standing holiday tradition. She meets Bryan (Buckley) on a dating app, and he agrees to spend the holiday with her and her family. As Jessie and Bryan engage in eccentric activities like the search for the Christmas tree star, gift wrapping contest and snowball fight, they start to develop real feelings for each other. Soon her family begins to catch on to their secret and Bryan suspects she may be hiding the real reason for her unusual Christmas date request. As the celebrations continue, Jessie must work to keep all her stories straight and save her date with Bryan."

Holiday Crashers

Premieres: Oct. 19 at 8:00 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Lyndsy Fonseca, Daniella Monet, Chris McNally, and Jag Bal

Official description: "Best friends Toni (Fonseca) and Bri (Monet) have worked at the same card shop for more years than they should as both struggle to find their true life’s path. This holiday season, Toni and Bri decide to shake up their humdrum world by creating new identities to crash the amazing Christmas parties from the shop's confidential invitations. All harmless fun! Until Toni gets mistaken for a lawyer, which isn’t too far off the mark since she did finish law school... just never completed the bar exam. Toni and Bri are then whisked away to a fancy corporate Christmas retreat in the snowy Vermont mountains by handsome business mogul, Justin (McNally), whose crush on Toni is real even if her legal career isn’t. And Bri is along for the ride as she has eyes for Vinny (Bal), a valet who may have a secret of his own. Can a distraction help Bri find what path in life she’s supposed to follow? Will Toni end up with the guy of her dreams or in a blizzard of trouble? This fun Christmas crashing romp will either end in disaster or two happily-ever-afters!"

Scouting for Christmas

Premieres: Oct. 20 at 8:00 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Tamera Mowry-Housley, Carlo Marks, and Marci T. House

Official description: "Angela (Mowry-Housley) has been a busy realtor since her amicable divorce a couple of years ago to Dakota (James Paladino), a paleontologist whose adventures kept him anywhere but home. Now, she is a devoted, if often harried, single mom to a smart and loving 10-year-old girl, Brooklyn (Audrey Wise Alvarez). Angela’s busy schedule makes it hard for her to find time for much of anything… or anyone… else. As it is, she can barely get Brooklyn to her scout meetings on time, much to the disapproval of the other mothers. When Brooklyn gets the idea to have William (Marks), the owner of her favorite bakery, cater her scout troop’s posh annual holiday event, she asks Angela to work with him on pitching the idea to the moms in charge. Despite sensing that her daughter might be trying to play cupid, she agrees to help and finds herself enjoying time with him, but is reluctant to open her heart and life to someone new. When Dakota returns, missing her, Angela must decide what is best for her daughter and best for her heart."

Operation Nutcracker

Premieres: Oct. 25 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Ashley Newbrough, Christopher Russell

Official description: "When an antique nutcracker set to be auctioned at the Warby family Christmas charity goes missing, a demanding event planner (Newbrough) and the heir to the Warby dynasty (Russell) try to track it down."

Note: Operation Nutcracker originally aired on Hallmark Movies Now in 2023.

The Christmas Charade

Premieres: Oct. 26 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Rachel Skarsten, Corey Sevier

Official description: "Whitney (Skarsten), a cautious librarian raised by home security experts, finds herself in a real-life adventure when a blind date mix-up leads her into an undercover FBI operation. Forced to pose as the girlfriend of Special Agent Josh (Sevier), she helps him track down an art thief targeting the Saint Nicholas Ruby at a Christmas Eve charity ball. As the stakes rise, Whitney must embrace her inner action hero to save the day—and her family—just in time for Christmas."

The 5-Year Christmas Party

Premieres: Oct. 27 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Katie Findlay, Jordan Fisher

Official description: "Over five years, Alice (Findlay) and her old theater school rival, Max (Fisher), reunite each holiday season to work at a Chicago catering company’s Christmas parties. While their undeniable chemistry grows, the timing is never right for romance – until the company’s final season pushes them to confront their true feelings. As they say goodbye to the job that brought them together, they might finally find love in the most unexpected way."

A Carol for Two

Premieres: Nov. 1 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Ginna Claire Mason, Jordan Litz, and Charlotte D'amboise

Official description: "After moving to New York to make it on Broadway, Violette Wagner (Mason) gets a job at Fiore’s, a legendary theater district diner, famous for its singing wait staff, who bide their time there, while awaiting that big break. Luck seems to be on her side when she gets a coveted slot, singing during Fiore’s annual Christmas Eve concert, which is attended by a who’s who of the theatre world. But her big opportunity turns out to be a duet with Alex (Litz), who has been less than welcoming, and believes she was only given the job because the owner of Fiore’s is a family friend. They're stuck with each other, though, since people have been plucked out of that show and put right on Broadway. As they rehearse together, Alex’s cousin, Brad, takes an interest in Violette, and they begin dating but, unbeknownst to her, Alex has been feeding Brad information about her, Cyrano-style, to win her over. However, when Alex begins developing feelings for her as well, a love triangle ensues, and things come to a head when their deception is uncovered, which, in turn, threatens Violette and Alex’s big opportunity."

Our Holiday Story

Premieres: Nov. 2 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Nikki DeLoach, Warren Christie

Official description: "As Dave (Christie) and Nell (DeLoach) recount their love story to their daughter’s boyfriend Chris, we follow them through one special Christmas where fate routinely brought them together - and kept them apart. But as Dave and Nell tried to find one another, they were oblivious to the fact that they were work nemeses paired together to throw a Christmas festival for their town. Meanwhile in the present, Chris struggles with relationship issues of his own as he attempts to say “I love you” for the first time to his girlfriend Jo. As our two couples and storylines intersect, lessons are taught and learned about communication, honesty, and the capacity for change - in ourselves and in others."

Holiday Mismatch

Premieres: Nov. 3 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast:  Caroline Rhea, Beth Broderick

Official description: "When free-spirited Kath (Rhea) and uptight Barbara (Broderick) clash at a Christmas committee meeting, they’re shocked to discover they've accidentally set up their adult children via a dating app. Determined to stop the romance, the two mothers team up, only to realize they have more in common than they thought. As their kids’ love blossoms, so does an unexpected friendship between their meddling moms, bringing both families together for a festive Christmas."

Trivia at St. Nick's

Premieres: Nov. 8 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Tammin Sursok, Brant Daugherty

Official description: "When students all flee an elite university in Vermont for winter break, the locals and faculty hunker down for their favorite time of year - the annual Christmas Bar Trivia Tournament! For Celeste (Sursok), a Type-A astronomy professor, this event combines the magic of Christmas with her greatest comfort in life: knowing the right answer. But when her colleague drops out of the tournament to do a month-long lecture tour in Asia, Celeste’s team must adopt Max (Daugherty), the football team’s new offensive coordinator. To Celeste, Max seems like nothing more than a grown-up class clown - though he brings an undeniable knowledge of sports trivia (a category their team has always fallen short in). Initial clashes between the two eventually turn into mutual appreciation as the team enjoys scavenger hunts on campus, decorating the international house with Christmas lights, baking Christmas cookies, and advancing toward the championship trivia game. Celeste can't help but delight in Max's infectious enthusiasm, love for all things Christmas, and perhaps most importantly, his comfort with the unknown. And after a romantic wintery night at the campus observatory with Max, Celeste starts to wonder if being open to life’s surprises is more important than knowing the answer to everything."

Santa Tell Me

Premieres: Nov. 9 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Erin Krakow, Daniel Lissing, Benjamin Ayres, Christopher Russell, and Kurt Szarka

Official description: "When Olivia (Krakow), a successful interior designer, finds an old letter from Santa promising she’ll meet the love of her life by Christmas Eve—and that his name will be Nick—she’s stunned to meet not one, but three guys named Nick (Ayres, Russell, Szarka). As she navigates these holiday romances, Olivia also finds herself drawn to her charming co-worker, Chris (Lissing), throwing her magical Christmas quest into question. With the clock ticking toward Christmas Eve, Olivia embarks on a heartwarming and humorous journey to uncover her true soulmate."

'Tis the Season to Be Irish

Premieres: Nov. 10 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Fiona Gubelmann, Eoin Macken

Official description: "Rose (Gubelmann), a nomadic house flipper, heads to Ireland to renovate and sell a cottage, but her plans are upended when she meets Sean (Macken), a local realtor determined to preserve his town’s heritage. As she works on the cottage and embraces Irish Christmas traditions, Rose finds herself falling for Sean and questioning her fear of settling down. Together, they must confront their pasts and discover if love is worth taking root."

Christmas with the Singhs

Premieres: Nov. 15 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Anuja Joshi, Ben Hollingsworth

Official description: "For Asha Singh (Joshi), Christmas is the most important time of the year. But when she’s stuck working at the hospital during the holidays, she wishes for some much-needed Christmas magic. Enter Jake (Hollingsworth), her former high school classmate, who unexpectedly reappears in her life. After a magical year together, Jake proposes. But their first Christmas as an engaged couple isn’t exactly the fairytale they imagined. When they head home for the holidays, they quickly discover their picture-perfect romance is about to get a serious reality check: their families couldn’t be more different! Juggling various holiday traditions, big personalities, cultural differences and complicated family dynamics proves to be a challenge as Asha and Jake have to learn if they can bridge their two families and survive a Christmas with the Singhs."

Jingle Bell Run

Premieres: Nov. 16 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Ashley Williams, Andrew Walker

Official description: "Avery (Williams) is an unadventurous schoolteacher whose sister secretly signs her up for The Great Holiday Dash, a Christmas-themed reality competition show where she's paired with former hockey player Wes (Walker). Despite clashing at first, Avery’s puzzle-solving skills and Wes’ physical prowess help them excel as they travel from city to city and compete in festive feats that have a local flavor. It’s not long before a real connection between these opposites begins to blossom. But when Avery overhears a conversation between Wes and a show producer it threatens to derail their budding romance. Keeping their eyes on the prize, the duo continues to dash to the finish line but there may be a more personal adventure for them still in store."

Confessions of a Christmas Letter

Premieres: Nov. 17 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Angela Kinsey, Alec Santos, plus a cameo appearance by Kinsey'sOffice costar Brian Baumgartner

Official description: "Settie Rose (Kinsey), a quirky family matriarch, enters her town’s annual holiday letter-writing contest but needs help, so she hires struggling novelist Juan (Santos) to craft the perfect letter. When a mix-up leads to the rumor that Juan is engaged to Settie’s daughter Lily (Lillian Doucet- Roche, The Cases of Mystery Lane: Death is Listening), the whole family scrambles to keep up the charade. As Juan bonds with the Roses and overcomes his writer’s block, Settie learns that embracing her imperfect family is what truly makes her story special."

Christmas On Call

Premieres: Nov. 22 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Sara Canning, Ser'Darius Blain, plus a cameo appearance by Donna Kelce

Official description: "In the lead-up to Christmas, emergency room doctor Hannah Michaels (Canning) juggles her demanding job and a budding romance with EMT Wes Sullivan (Blain) in Philadelphia. They spend time together as Wes helps her become more acquainted with the sights, sounds and tastes of Philadelphia, it’s clear that they’re starting to fall for each other. As the local First Responders balance duty with holiday celebrations, they come together to face challenges, support each other and find moments of joy.'

Three Wiser Men and a Boy

Premieres: Nov. 23 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Paul Campbell, Tyler Hynes, Andrew Walker, and Margaret Colin

Official description: "The story begins five years later with the Brenner brothers preparing for another memorable Christmas. In a crazy turn of events, possibly brought on accidently by the brothers themselves, the director of Luke’s (Walker) son Thomas’ (Miles Marthaller, Round and Round) school holiday musical steps down. Luke is desperate to make his son’s stage dreams come true, so he enlists the help of his brothers Taylor (Hynes) and Stephan (Campbell). Meanwhile, the trio navigates meeting their mom Barbara’s (Colin) new boyfriend and the brothers grapple with their own feelings about this relationship. In true Brenner brother fashion, they are all in for a Christmas they will never forget."

To Have and To Holiday

Premieres: Nov. 24 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Madeleine Arthur, Robert Bazzocchi, and Eric Close

Official description: "When Celeste (Arthur) gets engaged to Jason (Bazzocchi) after just a few months of dating, her father and the couple’s would-be officiant, Pastor Mark (Close), insists on putting them through a pre-wedding 'bootcamp' filled with Christmas-themed challenges. As the couple grows stronger through the festive activities, Celeste considers following her dreams in the fashion industry. Meanwhile, Pastor Mark learns to trust his daughter’s choices, leading to a heartwarming holiday season for the whole family."

Debbie Macomber's Joyful Mrs. Miracle

Premieres: Nov. 28 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Rachel Boston, Pascal Lamothe-Kipnes, Tanner Novlan, Matthew James Dowden, and Max Lloyd-Jones

Official description: "Three adult siblings (Lamothe-Kipnes, Dowden, Lloyd-Jones) return to their childhood home at Christmas to honor their late grandmother’s wishes and try to agree on new leadership for the family’s company. Enter Annie Merkel (Boston) – also known as Mrs. Miracle – who poses as an estate planner and uses her special brand of Christmas magic to help the family find common ground and rekindle their bonds. As the siblings try to sort things out, Charlotte (Lamothe-Kipnes) also finds herself reconnecting with Austin (Novlan), the manor’s caretaker and her first love."

A ’90s Christmas

Premieres: Nov. 29 at 6 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Eva Bourne, Chandler Massey, and Katherine Barrell

Official description: "Workaholic lawyer Lucy Miller (Bourne) is celebrating her promotion alone on Christmas Eve when a mysterious rideshare experience transports her back to 1999. Reliving the holiday with her mom, sister, and best friend – not to mention her high school crush – Lucy gets a second chance to understand where her relationships went wrong. Will this magical journey help her rewrite her future or leave her destined to be alone?"

Deck the Walls

Premieres: Nov. 29 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Ashley Greene, Wes Brown, and Danny Pellegrino

Official description: "Rose (Greene) is a Chicago-based interior designer, whose brother Sal (Pellegrino) is responsible for a Christmas Charity House Flip back in their suburban Ohio hometown. When a budget crisis puts this important project in danger, Rose reluctantly returns during the holidays to try to save the day. Not ready to face the ghosts of her past, Rose’s plan is to get in, get it done, and get out ASAP. But before she knows it, she is face-to-face with Brysen (Brown), her brother’s best friend, contractor and who just so happens to be the bane of Rose’s youth. With the help of friends and family, and buoyed by the season of giving, the trio figures out a way to work together for this worthy cause. As Rose works, she discovers unexpected love and deeper purpose along the way."

Believe in Christmas

Premieres: Nov. 30 at 6 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Meghan Ory, John Reardon

Official description: "When Beatrice (Ory) reluctantly joins her best friend on a trip to the enchanting Christmasland, she’s skeptical of the holiday magic surrounding them. But as she experiences festive traditions and meets a charming stranger named Ethan (Reardon), she begins to question what’s real and what’s part of the experience. In the end, Christmasland helps Beatrice rediscover hope, love, and the magic of new beginnings."

Holiday Touchdown: A Chiefs Love Story

Premieres: Nov. 30 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Hunter King, Tyler Hynes, Ed Begley Jr., Richard Riehle, Diedrich Bader, Christine Ebersole, and Megyn Price

Official description: "Alana Higman (King) is sure that her family’s lifelong history as Kansas City Chiefs superfans makes them a frontrunner to win the team’s “Fan of the Year” contest. Derrick (Hynes), Director of Fan Engagement, is tasked with evaluating how Alana and her family stack up against the other two finalists. As the pair spends time together, it’s clear there’s a spark between them but when her grandfather’s (Begley Jr.) vintage Chiefs good-luck winter hat goes missing, Alana begins to doubt everything she believed about fate, destiny and even questions her future with Derrick – unless, that is, a little Christmas magic can throw a Hail Mary."

The Finnish Line

Premieres: Dec. 1 at 6 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Kim Matula, Beau Mirchoff, and Nichole Sakura

Official description: "Inspired by her father’s acclaimed legacy in dog sled racing, Anya (Matula) decides to follow in his footsteps. After his passing, she heads to Finland to participate in the 40th annual Joulurauha race, her father’s final race where he fell short of the victory. Following an injury to her lead dog during the qualifying race, Anya finds herself partnered with a new canine companion owned by journalist and former racer Cole, (Mirchoff) who aims to pen a story about her journey. Struggling to build trust with her new dog and facing her father’s rival, Monty, (Páll Sigþór Pálsson, Mr. Murphy) Anya must navigate many challenges as she strives to win the race."

The Christmas Quest

Premieres: Dec. 1 at 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel

Cast: Lacey Chabert, Kristoffer Polaha

Official description: "An archeologist (Chabert) and her ex-husband (Polaha), an expert in ancient Norse languages, are sent to Iceland at Christmastime to search for the legendary treasure of the Yule Lads. When others join in the hunt, the pair find themselves swept into a thrilling adventure as they race to keep it from falling into the wrong hands."

[queenmayor23]

Untitled Holiday Series pt.1

Bio: You have been reeling from a very traumatic break up and your sister drags you out of bed to go to a costume party at her college campus with her boyfriend and things get steamy after the party's over.

Tropes/CW: mentions of abuse, feminization, sister's boyfriend, humping, ends with polyamory?, missing/abusive parents, one bed left, getting your grove back, caring male figure, big sister and little brother

All people involved are of age.

It was Halloween night, and you were still getting over your breakup. Your sister, Kiara, invited you to a college party, but you didn't feel like going to be a third wheel with her and her boyfriend, Q. As you fell asleep, she opened the door and pulled the covers off your body.

"You're coming with us."

After a costume mishap, Kiara and Q were dressed as an angel and a blue devil, respectively, and you were stuck with her backup costume.

"Damn. I don't mean this in no disrespectful way, you know I love you, but I'd smash the shit outta your bro."

Kiara zipped up the bustier bodysuit as you adjusted the cuffs and bow tie. She had you in fishnets and heels. Kiara fixed your long braids into a high ponytail instead of the bun it's been in for the last month and applied some makeup on your genetically beautiful face, adding chapstick on your lips. She slapped your ass as it spilled out of the bustier giving you a sexy look from behind. You picked up a headband with bunny ears and placed it on your head.

"Now you're ready."

You get to the house party, and Kiara immediately gives you a nonalcoholic drink to blend in. Q introduces you to his teammates, all dressed in the same costume, who danced with you all night. At almost 4 a.m., Q got an Uber for him and his drunk friends. Kiara told him to bring you along. When your ride arrived, the SUV was packed with people; there were no more seats. Q allowed you to sit on his lap.

"A blue devil and a play bunny? Looks like someone's losing their innocence tonight."

"Stop playin', you know his sister my girl."

"Aye, devils do what devils do, baby. Q-Dawg bout to eat him a bunny tonight, boys."

When the guys got out, they wanted Q to get out with them, but he told them he had to make sure you got in safe, making them laugh in their drunken state. He gave the driver your address. His hand caressed your arm, feeling the goosebumps from the night air. He asked the driver to turn on the heat for you, and soon, you were comfortably in his arms, falling asleep. You wake up in your bed in nothing but your underwear and your hair in a bonnet. He turned on the heater and took one last glance at you.

"Stay, baby. It's late, and you have a game. And that couch is horrible for your back, so take off the cape and cheap shorts and get in here."

Q would say that you were asleep and didn't know what you were saying or thought he was your ex, but it was so much that he knew you were in your right mind. He took off the cape and went to pull off the shorts, but he paused.

"You got a pair of shorts I can borrow for the night."

"Just get in. I'll wash when I wake up."

Q took off his shorts and got in. You wrapped his arm around you. Something about him made you feel safe. You feel Q's head inch closer to your neck, and his breath grazes your skin. His chest was to your back, and you felt something, causing Q to adjust his position. It happened 3-4 more times before you said something.

"You can put it in if you need to."

"I'm not that kinda dog. I got too much love for you and Ki."

After another 5 minutes, Q adjusted himself again. At this point, you were actually tired and wanted him to go to sleep, so you took off your underwear, tossing it out of the bed. You reached between your legs and pulled his dick through to rest in your thighs, adding to the warmth of your body. Q exhales, and you grab his other arm, fully wrapping yourself in his embrace.

"Is that better?"

Q didn't respond, but his dick did, jumping at the question causing your own to sprout up. You begin to rock his boat, pushing and pulling your hips to a rhythm that makes Q release a moan and kiss your neck. While you pick up the pace, Q begins an assault on the back side of your body, shoulders, back, and neck. Q kept his mouth occupied, and the number of marks on your body was proof that he was enjoying what was going on. When Q got close, he broke his silence, but it was too late.

"Fuck!"

His arms tightened around you, and his load shot all over your sheets and in your thighs. Q continued to kiss you, coming down from his climax while you continued to rock; moments later, you started shaking.

"You good?"

"Yeah, just got a chill."

Even though you started it, you were unable to tell Q that his moans, bites, and dick got you off. You both fell asleep peacefully, with the last words you heard being.

"Good night, shawty."

You wake up in the morning to knocking at the door. Q must have used the spare key to get in last night since yours were on the nightstand like you left them when you came home from work yesterday. You sneak out of Q's arms even though you don't want to and put on a robe to cover up. You open the door to Kiara, looking well-rested. She barged in and took one look at you, and after giggling, she smiled.

"You look genuinely happy."

"What? I just woke up."

"And I stand by what I said. When you were with "him" you had the post-sex glow, but you were never happy, and I can tell you from experience that our parents didn't show us love."

You hear footsteps traveling the floor in a confused pattern.

"Shawty, where you went?"

You look at Kiara, but she nods her head.

"He knows not to call me that."

Q walks into the living room naked. Dick swinging like he owned the place.

"Was it good?"

"Was what good?"

"I know you 2 had sex. The evidence is all on your neck."

Kiara showed you with the front camera of her phone all the marks on your neck.

"Bae, it's not what it looks like."

"It is. Because I set it all up. Why do you think we haven't been having sex? It's not because you're bad at it. And you needed it. Did you ever tell Q why you and tiny dick broke up?"

You were silent. Kiara brought up the memory of how she found you at your school crying in the bathroom.

"Tell him, or I will."

"Q, he hit me."

"If you gonna' tell the story, tell him right."

"He was hitting me almost every day until one day I hit back."

Q grabbed you into a hug, his dick touching your abdomen. He looked at Kiara.

"Where he at?"

"In the hospital. Bro left him comatose, went to school, and called me to come get him."

Q kissed you on your forehead.

"Until you find somebody and I know he not messing with you, you my shawty from now on. Anything you need, money, sex, drugs-"

"The first 2 were fine, but that last one is a no."

You and Q laugh together, and then you stop.

"What about Ki?"

"If he makes you this happy, I don't mind sharing, just not bedroom stuff. That's the one request I have to keep separate."

"Whatcha say shawty. You my forever shawty or what?"

"You got a floor seat ticket for your game?"

"I got any seat in the house for somebody who wants to come see me play."

"Here we go with this bullshit."