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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

nine. | you give love a bad name

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

⇾ w.c. 4.9k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, angst angst angst, domestic abuse, homophobic language, violence, break ups ⇾ a/n. this chapter has an unhappy ending, but it's not the end of the story, dw.

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Picking up her tube of mascara, Win leaned in closer to her vanity mirror to put the finishing touches on her makeup when the bright green corded phone at her elbow rang, making her jump.

“Jesus!” she hissed, reaching for the phone. “Y’ello?” she answered, resting the receiver between her cheek and shoulder so she could finish her makeup while talking.

“Hey, baby.”

Billy’s voice on the other end of the line, however, brought a grin to her face.

“What’s happening? You about to head over?” she asked, giddier than usual for their date – it had been a while since they’d gone anywhere other than Lover’s Lake.

“Uh–” Billy hesitated, blowing an exasperated sigh. “Not yet,” he answered, annoyance thick in his voice. “Neil and Susan haven’t gotten back from their dumb shopping trip yet and I have to stay here with Max til they do,” he grumbled.

“Oh…” Win breathed, her grin slipping for a moment til an idea hit her. “That’s okay, I’ll just get a ride there and we can hang out til they get back,” she suggested.

There was a beat of silence before Billy replied. “You sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Win assured him, twisting her mascara shut and grabbing the phone as she straightened. “I’ll just call Holly for a lift. I’ll see you soon, kay?”

“Alright, see ya soon, Princess,” Billy replied before hanging up, sounding a little less peeved than he had.

As soon as she heard the dial tone, Win punched in Holly’s number, hoping her friend wouldn’t be too busy to give her a ride. She half thought about searching for the key to the garage and borrowing the Chevelle, but Holly picked up before she could give it any serious thought.

“Hampton residence, Holly speaking.”

“Hey Hols, it’s Win, think you could do me a solid and give me a ride to Billy’s?” she asked, curling the phone cord around her finger idly.

“Yeah sure. There something wrong with his car?”

“Nah, he’s stuck at home with his stepsister til his folks get back from Terre Haute,” Win explained. “I figured I’d go keep him company til they get back and we can leave for our date from there.”

“Yeah, course! I’ll be there in ten.”

It wasn’t long before Holly arrived in her dad’s car, her little brothers in the back seat.

“You brought the whole family along,” Win laughed, turning in her seat to wave to Josh and Sammy.

“Yeah, they wanted to go to Dairy Queen after I drop you off,” Holly sighed, making a face at them in the rear view mirror before grinning.

“Where’s Steve? I’m surprised you’re not with him tonight,” Win pointed out and Holly’s grin slipped.

“I dunno, actually. I haven’t been able to get a hold of him all day,” she admitted, chewing her lip nervously.

“Oh," Win breathed, frowning. "Well, I’m sure he’s just busy with something and he’ll call you as soon as he can,” she assured her friend, hoping it was true and that he wasn’t trying to win back Nancy Wheeler or something dumb like that.

When they pulled up in front of the Hargrove residence, Win noticed Neil’s car in the drive and relief washed through her. At least now Billy would be free to leave.

“Thanks again for the ride, Hol,” Win said as she climbed out, waving once more to her brothers before she turned toward the house and made her way up the walk.

When she knocked on the front door, it was Susan who answered, her eyes going wide at the sight of Win.

“Hey Susan, I’m supposed to meet Billy,” she said, her smile slipping as Billy’s step mom didn’t move aside to let her in, instead glancing nervously back into the house and flinching.

“I’m sorry, dear, i-it’s not exactly a good time… Why don’t you come back later? O-or I could let Billy know you stopped by and he could call you?” she suggested, her voice trembling slightly.

Win stared past her into the house, only half hearing her as Billy and Neil’s voices echoed from within.

“Where is she? Where’s Max?” Neil’s voice demanded.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Neil scoffed incredulously.

“Look, I’m sure she just, I dunno, went to the arcade or something. I’m sure she’s fine.” Billy huffed.

“You were supposed to watch her.”

“I know, Dad. I was. It’s just that you guys were three hours late, and well, I have a date. I’m sorry, okay?”

“So that’s why you’ve been staring at yourself in the mirror like some faggot, instead of watching your sister?”

Win tensed at the turn the conversation had taken, chewing her lip as she strained her ears to listen, Susan still blocking her way, her own head tilted as if she were listening as well.

“I’ve been looking after her all week, Dad. Okay? Look, she wants to run off, then that’s her problem, all right? She’s thirteen years old! She shouldn’t need a full time babysitter,” Billy exclaimed, his music shutting off. “And she’s not my sister!” he spat.

The sound of something heavy slamming against the wall was followed by Neil’s level voice. “What did we talk about?” There was a beat and then the loud crack of a slap, and Win felt her body move without thinking, pushing past Susan to run to Billy’s room, her heart in her throat.

When she reached his open door, she saw Billy pinned to the wall, his father’s hand gripping his chin, holding him in place more so with his sharp gaze than his grip, and she froze. Billy’s cheek stung bright red and his eyes swam with unshed tears.

“What. Did. We. Talk. About?” Neil repeated slowly.

Billy swallowed, his eyes not leaving his father’s. For a moment Win thought he wasn’t going to respond.

“Respect and responsibility,” he answered levelly, his voice low, almost hoarse.

Win felt Susan join her, hovering next to her anxiously, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Billy.

“That’s right,” Neil said. “Now, apologize to Susan.”

“I’m sorry, Susan,” Billy ground out, staring straight ahead, a quiet defiance in his stare as if he were balancing on a razor’s edge.

“It’s okay, Neil, really–” Susan spluttered, her voice barely there, trembling pathetically.

“No, it’s not okay,” Neil snapped. “Nothing about his behaviour is okay, and now he’s gunna make up for it. He’s gunna call that whore he’s seeing and cancel their date. Then he’s gunna go find his sister, like the good, kind, respecting brother that he is. Isn’t that right, Billy?” Neil asked, expecting to be obeyed.

“A-actually, Neil, she’s a-already here…” Susan stuttered, but he ignored her, not even bothering to look back at his wife. Billy however, finally shifted his red rimmed gaze, his glossy eyes meeting Win’s across the room. As soon as he realized she was there, his jaw tensed, embarrassment radiating off him.

“ISN’T THAT RIGHT?” Neil yelled when Billy didn’t respond and his eyes snapped back to his father while Susan flinched.

“HEY!” Win cried, unable to hold back any longer. Without thinking, she surged forward to grab Neil’s shoulder, hauling him back. “Leave him alone!”

Neil spun to face her, his expression livid, but Win didn’t back down, righteous fury running through her veins.

“Get. Out.” Neil ground out, his eyes flashing dangerously. “This is none of your business!”

“You made it my business when you laid hands on my boyfriend,” she snapped, but Neil merely scoffed.

“My son, the pussy. You need a girl to fight your battles for you?” he taunted, his voice dripping contempt.

At his words, Billy flinched, his mouth tightening as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment, as if he were fighting to keep it together.

“The only pussy I see here, is you,” Win replied coldly, and Neil’s head swiveled to her, silent rage painting his face.

“A real man would never hit his wife or kids,” Win spat. “Does it make you feel big when you scare them into submission?” she demanded, though she didn’t expect an answer, nor did she wait for one.

“Fear isn’t the same as respect, and no one here respects you, you fucking pig.”

For a moment, she thought she’d gone too far, her nerves close to snapping as she waited for all hell to break loose, but Neil merely stared her down, his hands balling into fists as his jaw clenched tighter, his muscles flexing. Despite the fear that kept her heart in her throat, Win lifted her chin defiantly as she stepped between him and Billy.

“What’re you gunna do, Mr. Hargrove? You gunna hit me too?”

He held her glare for another minute before turning away, Susan scurrying back from the door to let him through.

“I said. Get out,” he repeated, pausing in the doorway, his eyes fixing on Billy. “And you. Find your sister.”

Without another word, he strode away, not even waiting to see if he’d be obeyed or not and Susan quickly followed after him, her hands gripping her skirt hard enough to turn her knuckles white.

As soon as his dad left the room, Billy seemed to deflate. The angry tears he’d been fighting back in his father’s presence finally spilled over, rolling down his cheeks as he shut his eyes, taking a shuddering breath before lashing out in frustration, slamming his hand against the wall.

“Billy… are you alright?” Win asked, taking a hesitant step toward him.

When he finally looked at her, his expression hardened, shame twisting his features at the reminder of her presence—the reminder of what she’d witnessed. Hastily wiping his eyes, he sniffed, grabbing his car keys before his fingers circled her wrist, dragging her behind him toward the front door.

Once they stepped into the empty street he released her, turning on her, his pent up frustration finally finding its release, even if it was the wrong one.

“Why don’t you mind your own damn business!” Billy bellowed, throwing his arms up. “I didn’t need your fuckin’ help!” he spat, his voice shaking with rage.

“Your dad’s a fuckin’ bully and someone had to stand up to him!” Win yelled back, her heart still hammering in her chest while her veins buzzed with adrenaline, her own anger rushing back to the forefront.

“You sayin’ I ain’t man enough to stand up to him?” Billy hissed, his voice dangerously low.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Win shook her head, standing her ground. She managed to keep her voice level in the face of his misplaced rage. “You don’t deserve to be treated that way. It’s not right!”

Instead of soothing him, however, Win’s words only seemed to fan his anger hotter. “I don’t need your fucking pity!” he screamed, his voice hoarse with emotion, but Win didn’t flinch. Instead, she took a step closer, her gaze fixed on Billy’s flushed face, his eyes red rimmed and swimming, fighting to hold back more tears of frustration.

“This isn’t pity,” she said, her voice trembling softly. “Like it or not, asshole, I actually give a shit about you, so you better get used to it.”

Her words seemed to knock the wind out of him, his next retort dying on his tongue as he tried to process how that made him feel. Win took advantage of his stunned state to step closer, wrapping her arms around him.

“You’re not weak. I’ve never thought you were,” she whispered, pressing her face to his chest.

In that moment, the rest of his fight dissolved and Billy hesitantly pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin.

Not trusting his voice, or maybe not finding the right words to say, he merely held her, letting the silence stretch.

“Come on, let’s go find Max,” he said, finally pulling away, rubbing the dampness from his cheeks as he slipped behind the Camaro’s wheel.

———

The first place Billy stopped in their search for Max was the arcade, but her telltale red hair was nowhere to be seen, and Keith confirmed that he hadn’t seen her there since earlier that day. The next place Billy decided to check was Lucas Sinclair’s house, having seen him hanging around Max, despite his warnings for her to stay away. His folks hadn’t seen her either, but pointed them in the direction of Mike Wheeler’s house, saying the kids usually ended up there to hang out.

Once more climbing back into the car to continue what was starting to feel like a wild goose chase, Win could sense Billy’s growing tension.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her.”

Billy let out a heavy breath as he ran his hands over the steering wheel. “She’s the one who ought to be worried when I find her,” he huffed, pulling back onto the dark road, heading for Maple Street. “That brat ruined our night and got me in hot water. She fucking owes me,” he growled.

Win didn’t know how to respond, so she held her tongue. If she was being honest, she was a little resentful that Max had snuck out, causing problems for Billy, though she knew not all of it was the younger girl’s fault…

By the time they parked in front of the Wheeler’s, the sun had completely set, blanketing Hawkins in darkness, a thick cover of clouds rolling in to blot out the stars overhead.

Win circled the car, falling into step with Billy as they made their way up the walk, his hand lightly touching the small of her back as he rang the doorbell. Several seconds ticked by and no one answered the door. The light from the tv inside was visible through the lacy curtains, so it was obvious someone was home.

Billy’s frown deepened and he impatiently rang the bell again, shoving his hand back in his jacket pocket against the cold while they waited. When the door finally yanked open, Mrs. Wheeler stood there in a robe, her hair messily pinned up and an annoyed look on her face. When her eyes fell on Billy however, her expression quickly changed, a hesitant smile curving her lips and Win’s brows furrowed when she noticed Billy’s gaze fall to the exposed swath of the older woman’s chest for a moment.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Mrs. Wheeler asked, looking between the two of them, finally pulling her gaze from Billy.

“Billy, Billy Hargrove,” he answered, his voice lowering to a drawl as a grin stretched across his face, his usual self confident mask slipping into place. “This is my girlfriend, Win,” he added, nodding toward her at his side.

“Oh, are you guys here to see Nancy?” Mrs. Wheeler asked, tilting her head. “I don’t think she’s home–”

“No, no no no,” Billy cut in quickly, shaking his head. “We’re actually looking for my little sister, Max. Goes by Maxine. She’s been missing all day,” he explained, his expression dripping faux concern. “To be honest with you, I’m uh, I’m worried sick,” he continued and Win had to fight not to roll her eyes. “I thought she was at Lucas’, but Mrs. Sinclair said your house is the uh, the designated hangout, so you know… here we are,” he said, spreading his arms.

“Oh. Oh, I see,” Mrs. Wheeler murmured, glancing to Win and quickly away again before pulling her robe further closed against the chill. “I’m afraid she’s not here. None of the kids are at the moment,” she explained apologetically.

Billy’s expression tightened for a second, though Mrs. Wheeler didn’t seem to notice. “Do you know where they might be?” he asked, fighting to keep his voice smooth and not let his facade crack.

“Uhm, if they’re not at the Sinclair’s, then I would try the Byers’,” Mrs. Wheeler suggested, stepping aside. “Come inside, I’ll write down the address for you,” she offered.

Billy nodded, nudging Win ahead of him before stepping into the house, a cloying warmth engulfing them. In the kitchen Mrs. Wheeler picked up a pen and grabbed a sticky note, leaning over the counter to scrawl the address while Billy pulled the lid off the nearby cookie jar, fishing a small vanilla sandwich cookie out and bringing it to his lips while he waited.

“The drive is kind of hard to see in the dark, so you really have to look if you don’t want to accidentally pass it,” she murmured, dropping the pen and lifting her head, her eyes once more seeming to caress Billy’s form and Win nearly snatched the note from her hand.

“Thanks, we’ll keep a look out,” she said tersely.

“You’re a real lifesaver, you know that?” Billy drawled, taking another bite of the cookie with a smirk.

Mrs. Wheeler had the audacity to blush, patting her hair nervously as she glanced away. “When you see Mike, will you tell him to come home, please?” she asked and Win grabbed Billy’s arm, reminding him of her presence. “We will,” she grumbled, practically pulling Billy to the door with her.

As soon as they were back in the car, his grin fell away and Win rounded on him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” Billy asked, starting the car, his hand sliding over the wheel as he pulled back onto the road.

“You were awfully friendly back there,” Win huffed, hating how jealous she sounded.

“Oh please, I was just buttering her up to get the information we needed,” Billy grunted, carefully not looking at her.

“Yeah sure, like I believe that for a second,” she muttered. “I saw the way you looked at her, Billy.”

“What are you trying to say, Win? Huh?” Billy finally looked at her. “You think I wanna fuck that cougar?” he spat, waiting for her to respond. “One, I’m with you, so no. And two, I’ve got bigger shit on my mind right now,” he snapped, leaving Win internally kicking herself.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” she mumbled, watching the house numbers for the one they wanted.

Silence fell, stretching for a long moment until she noticed the overgrown drive up ahead. “It’s there,” she said, pointing, and Billy grunted, pulling off the road to stop in front of a dark run down looking house half hidden by trees. Several dark shapes appeared in the front window before ducking back down again quickly.

“I think we found them,” Win said wryly, unbuckling her seatbelt.

“You stay here,” Billy muttered, kicking his door open, a dangerous glint to his eyes. As he straightened, he pulled his Marlboros from his jacket pocket and pulled a cigarette from the pack with his lips, lighting it as he watched Steve Harrington step down from the porch, a dish towel draped over his shoulder as if he’d been inside doing chores.

“Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?” Billy called, leaning against the Camaro.

“Yeah, it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” Steve sighed, as if Billy was the last person he wanted to see at the moment.

Billy held his gaze as he shrugged his leather jacket off, as if preparing for a fight. “What are you doing here, amigo?” he asked, coating the word in as much scorn as he could.

“I could ask you the same thing. Amigo,” Steve replied levelly, planting his hands on his hips.

“Looking for my step sister, a little birdie told me she was here,” Billy replied, his cigarette bobbing as he spoke.

“Huh, that’s weird, I don’t know her.”

“Small, red head, a bit of a bitch?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy.” Steve shrugged.

Billy let out a derisive snort, shaking his head. “You know, Harrington, this whole situation… it’s giving me the heebie jeebies.”

“Yeah, why’s that?”

“Hmm, let’s see, my thirteen year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find her with you in a stranger’s house, and you lie to me about it,” Billy exclaimed, ticking off each point on his fingers.

“Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what?” Steve scoffed, trying to brush the accusation off and redirect the conversation. “Like, I said, she’s not here,” he insisted.

“Then who is that?” Billy asked, pointing to the window with his cigarette, where Max’s face flashed for a moment before disappearing just as quickly.

Steve turned to follow Billy’s gesture and winced. “Oh shit, listen–” he began, but Billy didn’t give him a chance to explain before rushing forward to knock him off his feet, sending him sprawling on his back.

“Shit,” Win breathed, kicking the door open and rounding the car as Billy leaned over Steve, a sneer on his face.

“Thought I told you to plant your feet.”

“Billy–!” Win called, but he was already on his way inside, throwing the door open, murder in his eyes.

“Steve, are you okay?” Win asked breathlessly, helping him to his feet.

“Yeah, c’mon, before your boyfriend does something stupid,” Steve exclaimed, scrambling up; the two of them running into the house.

Win barely noticed the mess of papers haphazardly plastering the walls and floors, covering nearly every surface and branching out down the hall like some dark system of roots. Her stomach in her throat, she only had eyes for Billy who had Lucas pinned to the wall, his fists balled in the boy’s jacket as he leaned in to sneer in his face–the scene a near replica of what she’d witnessed earlier, the tables turned.

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will. Stay away from her,” Billy growled, his voice dangerously low. When Lucas didn’t respond, he screamed in his face; all the anger, all the frustration he’d swallowed down earlier was loosed now on a new target. “Stay away from her! DO YOU HEAR ME?”

“I said, GET OFF OF ME!” Lucas yelled back, his knee coming up between Billy’s legs hard enough to make him double over, loosening his grip on the boy’s jacket.

“You’re so dead, Sinclair!” Billy hissed, and Win gasped as Steve lunged past her, his fist connecting with Billy’s jaw while he was still distracted.

“No, you are!”

“Guys, stop it!” she cried, but Billy didn’t even seem to see her, his eyes wild as he turned back to Steve, a deranged laugh leaving his mouth.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms wide. “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me about so much.”

Steve’s jaw flexed as his eyes darted from Billy to Win. “Get out,” he said firmly, pushing Billy back by the tips of his fingers, clearly trying to deescalate the situation. But Billy wasn’t having it.

Without warning Billy swung, his fist catching air as Steve ducked, hitting him back.

“Billy, stop! Please!” Win cried from the edge of the kitchen with Max and the others, her heart still in her throat, fear holding her captive.

Pinned back against the sink, Billy reached out, grabbing a plate from the counter to smash over Steve’s head, leaving him dazed as he stumbled back.

“No one tells me what to do!” Billy growled, back on the offensive.

Before Win knew what was happening, Steve was on the ground and Billy was on top of him, aiming blow after blow to Steve’s face until Steve went limp, knocked out cold, and yet Billy didn’t stop, all his anger rushing out of him in a deluge with no signs of abating.

“BILLY!” Win screamed, finally finding her legs and rushing forward, trying to pull him away. “Stop! You’re gunna kill him!” she sobbed, but Billy didn’t want to listen, his elbow flying back in an attempt to shrug her off.

Pain bloomed behind Win’s eye and she stumbled back, holding her face, her trembling fingers coming away bloodied where her lip split.

In a flurry of movement, Max pushed past her, grabbing a syringe from the table. “Wait!” Win gasped, grabbing the girl’s wrist as she pulled back to jab it in her brother’s neck.

Max’s head whipped around to gape at Win, the two staring each other down for a second before Max dropped the syringe, wrenching her arm out of Win’s grasp. Instead, she grabbed a bat resting against the wall, several long nails jutting out from the end.

“BILLY!” she yelled before the bat whistled past his ear.

Surprised, he wrenched away from the bat, falling backwards as she swung again, his eyes going wide as she stood over him, holding the bat over her head.

“From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone!” she growled, her blue eyes flashing. “Do you understand?”

Billy stared back at her defiantly. “Screw you,” he ground out.

Without warning, Max brought the bat down between his legs, just missing his crotch, the nails biting into the wood floor beneath him. “Say you understand it! SAY IT!” she bellowed, bringing the bat up again threateningly.

Billy swallowed. “...I understand,” muttered reluctantly, indignant resignation in his voice.

“Good,” Max breathed, her friends staring at her in shock. “I’m taking these,” she said, crouching to grab the car keys from Billy’s pocket. Surprisingly, he didn’t argue. It wasn’t until the others carried Steve out to the Camaro and Max jumped behind the wheel that Billy pushed himself up, letting out a frustrated roar, and Win winced as he swiped his hand out, knocking the contents of the table to the floor.

It wasn’t til he took a deep breath that he turned around, almost having forgotten Win was there.

“Are you alright?” she asked, hanging back, for the first time, she was wary of him, her face beginning to throb where he’d elbowed her.

“Am I alright?” Billy repeated incredulously, slowly stepping closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. “Let’s see, shall we? My step sister just stole my car and left us here to go God-knows-where in the middle of the fucking night with a bunch of boys,” he exclaimed, his voice raising with each word. “And guess who’s gunna take the fucking blame for it? No guesses?” he asked, a dangerous tone to his voice. “That’s right, me.”

Win felt ice drop into her stomach at the thought of what Neil would do to Billy if he showed up without Max in tow.

“We could call the cops,” she suggested, interrupted by Billy’s harsh laughter.

“Yeah, sure, the cops!” he snorted. “I’m sure they’ll be a great help,” he taunted derisively, pacing around the room like a tiger in a cage.

“Billy–” Win murmured, but he turned back to her sharply, interrupting her.

“Nobody fucking asked you!”

“Billy, I’m only trying to help,” she muttered, wrapping an arm around herself with a frown.

“Yeah well, I didn’t ask for your FUCKING help!” he spat.

For a long moment Win merely stared at him. As much as she felt for him–her heart aching at the thought of the situation he was in at home–Steve’s bloodied face as Billy kept hitting him, the fear on Lucas’ face as Billy had him pinned against the wall, and even the predatory way he’d smiled at Mrs. Wheeler earlier kept replaying through her mind, twisting her stomach further. And now this. The way he’d turned on her when she was probably literally the only person in Hawkins who cared enough about him to try to help made something inside her snap.

“Alright, fine. I’m done,” she whispered.

“What do you mean you’re done?” Billy asked, a frown pulling at his features.

“I mean I’m done, Billy. I can’t do this anymore,” she said, shaking her head, her voice trembling. “You just attacked a fucking kid! You beat Steve to a pulp, and I know you didn’t mean to, but this—“ she paused, gesturing to her split lip and the purple bruise beginning to bloom across her cheekbone. “You did this.”

Billy’s mouth fell open as he finally took in the state of her face, panic crossing his visage when he realized what he’d done, but Win didn’t let him speak, her own frustration spilling out like word vomit.

“I get it! I get why you’re angry all the time. Your dad is a fucking piece of work and you don’t deserve to be treated the way he treats you, but if this is how you channel it? Lashing the fuck out like that? I can’t do it!” she exclaimed.

Billy’s face darkened. “So what, all that shit you said about how much you care so much about me, that was a fucking lie?” he demanded, his voice faltering. “You gunna give up on me? Walk out like my fucking mother?” he spat, gasping a shuddering breath and Win turned away so he wouldn’t see the way her eyes watered dangerously, her tears threatening to spill over.

“No, I fucking meant it. Fuck, I care so much it hurts!” she cried, squeezing her eyes shut. “But if you keep down this path, Billy, you know who you’re gunna end up like—?”

Billy’s silence was deafening, his blue eyes boring into her. “Don’t you fucking say it. Don’t you dare fucking say it,” he hissed, but Win set her jaw and spat it out.

“You’re gunna end up just like your father.”

She wasn’t ready for the look that crossed Billy’s face, the hurt in his eyes broke her heart in two before his rage returned, gripping her heart like a vice.

“FUCK YOU,” he roared, his finger jabbing at her like a viper. “FUCK YOU, WIN.”

“Yeah,” she swallowed, a tear streaking down her cheek. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice hard, fighting to keep it together though her lungs burned with the effort.

Billy gave her one last scathing look. “We’re done,” he hissed, turning on his heel and stalking to the door.

“Yeah, we are…” she murmured, but he was already gone, her broken sobs following him into the night.

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montywithchildhoodtrauma · 9 months

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Incorrect quotes because... I have no clue at this point.

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Lunar, texting Monty: Any plans for tonight? Monty: No. Lunar: Loser.

Sun: Okay, how do I look? Be honest. Foxy: There’s no critic more honest than Monty! Monty: Bad.

Castor: We’ll find another route, it’s not safe for amateur adventurers. Pollux: That sounds like a challenge. Castor: I have to stress, that is not a challenge. Pollux: …Is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted! Castor: There is no challenge!

Lunar: Are you busy? Solar: Yes. Lunar: Cool, listen to this…

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Solar: Present your best argument for eating bacon. Monty: If animals don’t want to be eaten, then why are they made of food?

Castor: Do you know the best way to respond to disagreement? Lunar: With tears? Castor: No. Lunar: tears up

Ruin: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Solar and not do the thing, Ruin: Well there’s a clear right answer here. Ruin: proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke

Castor: But seriously, what is the real plan here that has to do with not fucking around? Lunar: There is no plan that does not involve fucking around. But we will make sure all of our fucking around will be applied in a constructive direction.

Cop: You ran a red light. Monty: So did you, hypocrite. Cop: I was following you. Monty: That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver. Cop: Get out.

Castor: I’ve only had Lunar for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Lunar: You’re drunk. Solar: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Lunar.

Ruin: Do you have a self-care routine? Monty: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

Monty: Working sucks. Monty: I want to be a malewife where my only responsibilities are being sexy and cute.

Solar: So what’s for dinner? Ruin: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise! Solar: … Solar: Is it soup? Ruin: I soup-pose it could be! winks Solar: Please, enough with the soup puns! Ruin: Wow, you’re soup-per mean. Solar: STOP! one hour later Solar: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

Something crashes Earth: Shoot- Monty: running into the room in a panic WHAT FELL?! Castor: walking by the room calmly What died?

Moon: I called you like ten times! Why didn’t you pick up? Ruin: remembers dancing to the ringtone Ruin: I didn’t hear it.

Foxy: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died. Foxy: I will not yield.

Lunar, to someone that angered them: Holds two middle fingers Castor: Can’t say I’m surprised… Solar: Yeah, flip em off, Lunar! Pollux, confused: Holds one middle finger Castor and Solar, both very distressed: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Castor: hi. Solar: Leave before there is a terrible misunderstanding with my foot and your ass.

Pollux: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ Sun: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

#sun and moon show #lunar and earth show #monty and foxy show #incorrect quotes

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Trust and Love - Chapter 3: Progress

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“Ricky?” I mumbled, reaching out to the bed next to me. When I didn’t feel him I sat up in a panic. I looked around for him in the small room but when I didn’t see him I started hyperventilating.

“Hey, Shh. Ricky had to deal with something.” Vinny murmured, sitting up next to me. I looked at him wildly and he pulled me into his arms. “He was cussing up a storm that he couldn’t be here when you woke.” I clung to his shirt and buried my head into his chest to muffle my sobs.

“W-what happened?” I sniffled.

“A rooky dropped one of his guitars and snapped its fucking neck when setting up this morning.” Vinny grumbled. “Ricky had to go out and get a replacement guitar before tonight’s show.” I nodded and loosened my grip a little.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He assured me, brushing a strand of my hair out of my face.

“I shouldn’t freak out just because he isn’t here.” I grumbled.

“Don’t do that. Don’t downplay your trauma. You are allowed to freak out if something makes you uncomfortable.” Vinny scolded me.

“When did you become the levelheaded one?” I giggled.

“Someone had to step up while Ricky isn’t here.” He puffed out his chest. “Come on. Let’s get ready for the day.” He stood up and picked out some clothes for me before going through his own bag that migrated into our little space and getting clothes for himself. We got dressed and when we went to leave the room Ricky was standing on the other side. I cried and threw myself into his arms.

“Hi, baby girl. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.” He mumbled apologetically.

“Did you get your replacement guitar?” I asked. He nodded.

“Please tell me that dumb fuck is fired. We don’t need him breaking another piece of critical equipment.” Vinny snarled.

“He’s gone. I’m pretty sure if words could kill I would have him 12 feet under with what I said to him.” Ricky chuckled.

“Good. He deserves it.” We all walked to the front of the bus where the rest of the crew was chilling.

“Sorry we had to steal Rick from you this morning, Olivia.” Aj called.

“Its ok.” I mumbled. I went to reach for the cereal that was put on the top shelf and whined as I couldn’t reach it. Someone came up behind me and expertly grabbed it for me, not making me freak out at all. I assumed it was Ricky but was shocked to find Vinny behind me.

“Sorry, I saw you struggling.” He whispered.

“You can touch me.” I gasped. He cocked his head in confusion. “I didn’t panic. You can touch me without me freaking out.” His eyes went wide at the realization. I nearly let out a sob as I wrapped my arms around him. He returned the hug while looking at Rick who was as equally as shocked as us.

“That’s a good thing, right?” Justin asked.

“That’s an incredible thing.” Ricky mumbled. “Don’t attempt it yourself because I genuinely think its still just Vin and I but the fact that someone else has that trust-“ He trailed off.

“How do you feel about it?” Ryan asked the guitarist.

“Really fucking happy for her.” Vinny and I let go of each other, still baffled by the new development. He looked down at the box of cereal in his hands and held it out to me.

“Sorry.” He murmured.

“What for? You don’t know how happy that makes me.” I smiled softly. “Its nice to know that I can get comfort from someone besides Rick and not have a panic attack.” I turned back towards the counter and poured myself a bowl of cereal before going to sit next to Rick.

“I’m happy for you.” He whispered in my ear. I beamed up at him and felt someone sit right next to me, close enough to touch. I turned to see Vinny refusing to meet my eyes.

“Might as well test it right? Make sure its not a fluke.” He shrugged.

“Its not.” I promised him. He gave a small smile and turned to the tv where we were watching The Office reruns.

~~~~

“Ricky, I need to fly home for a couple of days.” I told him while staring at my phone.

“Is everything ok?” He asked.

“Apparently my grandma took a spill down her stairs. I would just feel more comfortable if I went home for a bit to check on her. She’s apparently in the hospital right now.”

“Of course. I can help you find a flight.” I nodded and pulled out my computer. We found a flight that headed out that night and booked it. “You should probably tell Vin. I’d hate for him to find out after you left.” I nodded and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll go find him. Thank you, Ricky.” I trotted through the venue until I found Vinny sitting behind his kit adjusting the heights of the symbols. “Vin, I need to talk to you.”

“Yeah, of course. What’s up?” He asked, pulling me to sit in his lap before continuing his adjustments.

“I’m going to go home for a few days.” He froze and looked up at me.

“Why? Is everything ok?” He freaked out. I placed my hands on his chest and nodded.

“Everything is fine. My grandma is in the hospital and I want to go check on her. Nothing serious. I just didn’t want you to freak out if you found me gone.” I assured him.

“Oh, ok. Thank you for telling me.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me there. “How long are you going to be gone for?”

“Ricky booked me a flight for tonight and then I will fly into Nash on Friday so just 4 days. It gives me enough time to check on her and make sure she has everything she needs.”

“Just be safe. Ok? Can we go with you to the airport?” I laughed and gestured around.

“Vin, you have a show to perform. I’ll make sure that I say good bye before Bryce takes me though.” He frowned but nodded. “Get back to setting up. I’ll see you in a bit.” I climbed off his lap and headed back to the bus to grab my bag. I searched around for my bandana that I usually kept on me but when I didn’t find it I shrugged and headed back inside.

“Ready?” Bryce asked.

“Let me just say goodbye to Rick and Vin.” I went to the green room and found them sitting together. “Hey, I’m headed out. Vinny was the first to come over and wrap me in a tight hug. When he pulled back I noticed a very familiar bandana wrapped around his wrist. I laughed and placed a kiss to the fabric.

“What? I’ll miss you.” He blushed.

“I’ll let you have it this time.” I grinned. I leaned up and kissed his cheek before turning to Ricky to hug him. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Have a safe flight baby girl. I’ll pick you up from the airport.” I nodded and felt myself being pulled into a kiss.

“I’ll miss you two. Don’t cause too much chaos without me.”

“Are you kidding me? Chaos is my middle name.” Rick smiled mischievously. I hugged them both again before heading out to meet Bryce and go to the airport.

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A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes- Never Ever Have I- Chapter Twenty Six

Summary: Evie and Sidney begin "Operation Iceburgh" as he recovers from his surgery.

Author's Notes: I intended to add more pics but Google docs is being a bitch and I just want to get it posted

Warnings: brief discussions/allusions to suicide

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Saturday, December 7th- Grand Ballroom- Fairmont Hotel- Pittsburgh

Sidney found Evie near the rear bar in the festively decorated ballroom space. She spoked animatedly to Kelsey Rust. He approached her and whispered in her ear, “It’s time.” She turned to him with a smile. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it while she said her goodbye. Together, they walked quickly to the stage where the party band was finishing up their song, “Marry You” by Bruno Mars. Bruno Mars - Marry You (Official Lyric Video)

The lead singer got the crowd's attention and spoke into the microphone, “Let’s give it up for guests of honor- Sidney and Evie.”

Sidney, dressed in his tuxedo, led Evie, who wore a short white sparkly dress, onto the stage. The singer handed Sidney the microphone with a flourish. Sidney wrapped his arm around Evie’s waist and brought the microphone to his mouth.

“Good evening everyone!” he started as the crowd cheered and Evie grinned.

“Evie and I want to welcome you to our engagement party. It means so much to each of us that would take the time to come celebrate our love and romance,” he continued before he turned to Evie. “Evie, I was just thinking about the words to that song. He sang joyfully, 'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you’. What do you say? How about we get married tonight?”

The crowd erupted in cheers when Evie took the microphone and said, “I thought you would never ask. Let’s do it, Beso!”

The cheers turned into shocked expressions when Sidney took the microphone again. “I can’t lie to you. We had that bit planned, but we decided that since I am not playing right now and Evie’s always wanted a holiday wedding that we would go ahead and get married tonight.” Family and friends looked to Trina and Troy Crosby who shrugged their shoulders. “So if you all will make your way to the ballroom across the hall, we are going to have a quick wedding ceremony,” he added. “Give Evie just a few minutes for a wardrobe change and wait for the music. We will start in about thirty minutes,” he announced. The band cranked back up and sang the song. Sidney and Evie made their way off the stage. They danced and sang as they made their way through the crowd to the corridor. He pulled her into a tight hug. “Well, no turning back now,” he said as he kissed her, “Go, get ready Mon Etoile. I will be waiting for you at the end of the aisle.”

“Thirty minutes, Beso,” she laughed, “Give me half an hour to transform into your princess.”

“You are always my princess, even in sweats,” he smiled back.

“I’ll see you in there,” she said as she began to walk away, “You can’t miss me. I’ll be the one in white.”

“Can’t wait,” he said as he blew her a kiss.

“Me either,” she yelled back.

THREE WEEKS EARLIER- NOVEMBER 14TH-RITZ CARLTON- PHILADELPHIA

"So what's the idea," Evie asked.

"Let's get married at the engagement party," he said. She opened her mouth to object and her stopped her. "Think about it, Evie," he said, "You already have the catering, band and decor planned. We just need to add another ballroom for a ceremony and additional floral decor."

"What about the ceremony? If you want a Catholic ceremony, it needs to be at a church," she protested.

"They make exceptions all the time. If they won't make an exception, then we will do a non-denominational ceremony," he argued.

"It will take a lot of work," she said as her mind raced with the details that would need to be completed. "What about the people in Nova Scotia who won't be there? They will miss it," she pondered.

"We can do both," he smiled, "Get married now and have the big party in the summer." When Evie hesitated, he got serious. "Evie, I am tired of waiting to marry you. I want you to be my wife. I want to be your husband. I know I said summer but I don't want to wait any more.Why should we? I am ready to stand in front of our family and friends and exchange our vows." Evie tried to come up with a reasonable objection without success. "Evie, you can have your dream wedding. You can have the Christmas wedding that you always wanted. Maybe this can be the silver lining from the surgery. We can have it all."

Evie warmed to the idea, "If we do it, and I mean IF, should we make it a surprise? I think we need to prepare your parents and Adriana will figure it out if we make changes to the set-up."

Sidney smiled, "Keep it a secret-no one knows except for the wedding party and my family. What do you think? Let's get married. Say yes, please say yes."

“I think that it’s crazy, but I think we should do it,” she beamed.

“Really?” he asked, thrilled that she was even considering it.

“Yes, let’s make your masterplan a reality,” cheered, “Let’s do it!”

NOVEMBER 18TH-SIDNEY’S HOUSE- SEWICKLEY, PA

Sidney dialed Evie for a FaceTime call.

Evie: Beso-are you okay?

Sidney: Geno is being mean to me.

Evie: How is he being mean? What's going on?

Sidney: I am hungry and he won't make me food.

Geno shouted from the kitchen- He is lying, Evie.

Sidney: No, I am not, Evie. I just want a grilled cheese sandwich and he won’t make me one.

Geno: I made him two sandwiches already. No good for him. He too picky.

Evie: Is that true, Beso?

Sidney: They weren't like yours, Evie. He didn't use enough cheese like you.

Evie: I'll make you one when I get home. How about you have some of the leftover pasta from last night right now?

Sidney: When will you be home? I miss you.

Evie checked her watch and grimaced: I am going as fast as I can. I still need to talk to Adriana.

Sidney whined: How much longer?

Evie: Eat some pasta, take your medicine and then nap. I will be back before you wake up.

Sidney: You promise?

Evie: Yes, and I will bring you a treat if you quit giving Geno a hard time.

Adriana laughed from the door. Evie turned and smiled.

Evie: Do we have a deal, Beso?

Sidney: Okay, but come home soon.

Evie finished her goodbyes to Sidney and waved Adriana into the conference room that she had turned into a makeshift office.

Adriana: Gringo Boy is being a baby?

Evie raised an eyebrow: A- be nice. He is still in pain and going a little stir crazy. He is allowed to be a little needy.

Adriana: How many times has he FaceTimed you today?

Evie blushed: That's Facetime number three

"So why are you in the office today?" Adriana asked as she came in and took a seat.

Evie looked up, "I needed to walk the ballroom to see if my changes would work."

"Changes to the engagement Party?", Adriana asked incredulously. She would not go as far as to call Evie a Bridezilla, but the planning of the engagement party had been meticulous with multiple meetings to nail down all the details. With the date less than three weeks away, Adriana was confused as to what changes could be made.

"Yes, I'm just adding some space for the ceremony," Evie replied coolly. "The Knox is available and it will work for what we need."

Adriana blinked slowly. "What kind of ceremony?"

Evie smiled, "It has to be a secret."

"What has to be a secret?" Adriana leaned forward.

"Sidney and I are going to get married at the engagement party," Evie leaned forward and spoke in a conspiratorial tone. "We are changing the engagement party into a wedding," she added.

"What? Why?" Adriana gasped. Then she looked down at Evie's abdomen. "Are you pregnant?"

"Noooooo!" Evie shrieked. Adriana raised an eyebrow as Evie explained. "It was Sidney's idea. You know I wanted a Christmas wedding because my parents had one. It was the reason we chose the date for the engagement party. With Sidney's surgery and recovery time, we have the opportunity to actually get married on my parent's anniversary," she rambled. "I mean everything is basically planned. We just needed the ceremony space. The Knox ballroom is available. We just need to adjust the contract a bit to add it, change the menu a bit and add wedding cake."

Adriana smiled, "Evie…..You are going to get married in three weeks? Have you thought of everything? You need a bouquet. Will your dress be in by then? I thought it was going to take six months for the dresses.”

“Shit, I forgot about the dress.” Evie said in frustration, I can’t believe I forgot about the dress.”

“Hey Evita,” Adriana soothed, “You just need a fairy godmother or kick ass best friend. You’re lucky that you have one of those. We’ll get it all worked out. Focus on what matters right now which is getting Sidney healthy. We’ll divide and conquer the rest.”

Evie smiled, “You’re the best A.”

Together they sat down and created a list of everything that would have to get done. They divided it into different categories- Evie, Adriana and Sidney. Evie was in charge of bridal party wardrobe and floral decor changes. Adriana would handle the logistics of the hotel. Sidney was assigned the task of the marriage license, wedding officiant and other legal issues. By the time she left to go home, Evie felt confident that Sidney's masterplan was going to become a reality.

EARLY EVENING- SIDNEY’S HOUSE- SEWICKLEY, PA

“Beso,” Evie called out as she entered the house, “I’m home.”

“I’m in the living room,” he groaned as she walked inside. She picked up the pace when she heard the sound of his voice. He was lounging on the couch with the TV.

Geno poked his head out of the kitchen. "You home! Thank God- he is impossible to please.” Sidney glared at Geno and folded his arms. Evie walked over to the couch and kissed the top of his head. Geno continued to complain. "First pasta was too cold, then pasta was too hot, and we wait until it was just right," the Russian complained.

Sidney shrugged his shoulders, "I like it at the right temperature- that's all."

Evie pursed her lips together, "Did you take your pain medicine? What's your level at?"

Geno walked in, "He refuse pill. Think he is tough man."

Evie got up and retrieved his medicine along with some orange juice. She placed the pill in Sidney's hand. "Take it," she demanded. He opened his mouth to object. "Then stand up," she challenged, "by yourself." He took the pill without further complaint. "Now say thank you to Geno for taking care of you," she commanded.

"Thank you, Geno," Sidney obeyed.

Evie gave him another kiss in the head, "I am going to walk Geno out. Think about what you want to eat."

“Just order in food,” Sidney pouted, “I want you here with me, not in the kitchen. You were gone too long.”

Evie smiled as she returned to the couch with phone in hand. She reclined on her end of the couch and he moved gingerly to rest his head in her lap. She ran her right hand through his hair as he looked up at her. “Tell me about your day,” he requested. She told him about the mountain of emails that waited for her. She had worked as much as possible from her phone while they were in Philly, but her first full day “back in the office” was full of demands. “Did you tell A about Operation Iceburgh?” he asked with a smile. He was really quite pleased with himself for coming up with the code name for their plan. “What did she say?” he asked.

“Well, she asked if I was pregnant,” Evie chuckled. Sidney’s eyes widened in surprise. “People will make assumptions about why we are moving it up, Beso,” she smiled, “They will figure it out when I get drunk at the wedding or when my belly doesn’t start to grow.”

Sidney grimaced, “I don’t want people to think we are getting married out of obligation. I want them to know the truth.”

Evie caressed his cheek, “I think that we are safe, Sidney. We’ve been engaged for a couple of months. I am pretty sure that people will know the truth.” She gazed into his eyes and saw his pupils dilating slightly- the telltale sign the pain medicine was kicking in.

“We are getting married because we are in love,” he insisted.

She nodded her head in amusement, “Yes, we are, Beso. We are getting married because you love me and I love you. People will figure it out.”

“We are in love,” he said emphatically.

Evie steered the conversation into a different direction, “So what did you parents say when you told them?” His eyebrows knitted together. “You did call them, right?” she asked, “Beso, we need to tell them soon so they can arrange travel.”

“I forgot. I got busy arguing with Geno and forgot,” he answered sheepishly, “I will call right now.” He dug his phone out of his pocket and FaceTimed his parents.

Troy: Hey Sid- How are you feeling? Did you survive the day without Evie?

Sid: I am okay. The pain is manageable today. Today was awful without Evie.

Trina: What made it awful, Sid?

Sidney: She wasn’t here. I missed her. Also, Geno was mean to me.

Trina: Geno was mean? How was Geno mean?

Sidney: He wouldn’t make me food until Evie made him.

Evie lifted the phone out of his hand and spoke directly to Trina.

Evie: Sidney was being particular about his grilled cheese sandwich. Apparently Geno doesn’t use the same amount of cheese as I do. They settled on pasta instead. Isn’t that right, Sidney?

Sidney nodded his head as if his parents could still see his face.

Evie: Here’s Sidney back.

Sidney: I have an announcement to make.

He paused and looked at Evie.

Sidney: Well, we have an announcement to make.

His parents looked on in anticipation.

Sidney: I am going marry Evie sooner. No waiting until summer. Summer is too long to wait.

Troy and Trina looked at each other and then at Sidney.

Trina spoke slowly: I am sorry. What did you say?

Sidney: I am going to marry Evie at the engagement party. Not going to wait. Nope, going to do it then. She is going to be my WIFE.

Sidney's speech started to slow and he smiled helplessly. He leaned his head back and smiled at Evie. His parents looked at each in confusion.

Evie grabbed the phone again.

Evie: We decided to get married at the engagement party. It’s going to surprise everyone except the wedding party and family.

Troy: Why the change in plans? Is there anything else going on?

Sidney’s eyes got big and he grabbed the phone back: SHE IS NOT PREGNANT. No, she is not pregnant. She going to get her period this weekend. Definitely not pregnant. Not pregnant yet, but one day she will get pregnant. I will do it. Evie, I am going to get you pregnant one day. We’re going to have babies. I want to have babies with you.

Evie grabbed the phone again and patted Sidney’s head.

Evie: Wow, that was TMI, Sidney.

Evie blushed and smiled timidly at Trina and Troy who were bouncing between the need to laugh and confusion on the new plan.

Evie: Since Sidney is on injured reserve and won’t be playing for a while, we are going to take the opportunity to have the Christmas wedding that I wanted. We will be able to have the same anniversary as my parents.

Trina: Wow. That’s a big change. What about all the deposits we put down here?

Evie: We are going to keep everything the same. We’ll re-do the ceremony and vows and then have the big party still.

Sidney grabbed the phone and smiled at his parents.

Sidney: It’s in less than three weeks. You need to come. And Taylor, too. She needs to come because we are getting married. Yes, we are getting married because we are IN LOVE, not because Evie is pregnant.

Troy: Sid, that’s great. You sound like you could use a little rest since your pain meds kicked in.

Sidney: Yep, I am sleepy.

He yawned loudly before he perked up.

Sidney shouted: Evie!

Evie laughed: Yes, Sidney?

Sidney: We’ll be married at Christmas. When we go home to Nova Scotia for Christmas, I will be your HUSBAND-not your fiancé.

Evie: That’s true. Now say goodbye to your parents.

Sidney smiled a goofy grin: Bye. My fiancé told me to say bye. Bye!

Evie took the phone from his hand: Sorry for the goofiness. He just had pain meds. I will update you with the details. See you soon.

She placed the phone on the side table and looked down at Sidney who continued to gaze up at her lovingly.

Sidney: Check that off of the list.

Evie: Speaking of list, I have a list of stuff for you to start doing for the wedding. Can I trust you to get it all done?

Sidney: Yes ma’am

He mock saluted her and she mussed his hair.

Evie: I think it’s time to get you some dinner into you before you crash.

Sidney: Yes ma’am

Evie laughed: I don’t know, Sidney. I am digging this agreeable and compliant version of you.

Sidney wiggled his eyebrows: Don’t get used it, Evie. I will return to bossiness when I feel better. I’ll show you who’s in charge around here.

Evie: Promises, promises. You have another two and half weeks before you can do that.

BLACK FRIDAY-NOVEMBER 22ND-SIDNEYS HOUSE- SEWICKLEY, PA

Sidney was in the basement watching the Penn State game with several guys from the team when a notification popped up on his phone.

His head popped up when he heard the door leading in from the garage slam shut. Sidney got up from the sectional and called back to the guys, “I’ll be back. Evie’s home.” When he emerged at the top of the stairs, he saw her standing in the walk-in pantry. He could tell from her head movement that she was in search of something specific.

“Mon Etoile,” he said softly, “How did it go?”

She didn’t turn around. Instead, she stepped further into the pantry. “Do we have any chocolate? I NEED some chocolate,” she whined. The slight nasal tinge to her voice told him that she had been crying. Adriana had not exaggerated with her text.

“Remember- you threw all the sweets and junk food in the trash yesterday?” he answered. “You said that you had stuffed yourself on Thanksgiving so you needed to get back in control,” he said hesitantly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she squealed as she remembered. “Let’s eat healthy” Evie had been very thorough in her purge of the pantry. “Why did you let me do that, Beso?” she continued to whine. Sidney paused and stared. She turned to face him. Her face was stained with tears and she put her hands on her hips. It was abundantly clear to Sidney that there was no good answer to her question, but he answered anyway.

“You said that you have to fit into a dress in two weeks. You didn’t want to gain any weight,” he offered. “Personally I don’t think that you have to worry about that at all,” he began to add, “I think that your body is absolutely perfect. Any dress you pick will look great.”

She stepped out of the pantry and slammed the door. The noise was loud enough for the group of guys below to look up in surprise. “Well, I don’t have to worry about that now,” she huffed.

“You don’t have to worry about what now?” Sidney questioned.

“I don’t have to worry about fitting into a dress because I can’t find a damn dress,” she cried out loudly.

“What do you mean you can’t find a dress?” Sidney blinked, “You’ve been gone all day long. You didn’t find a dress?”

“No, I didn’t find a dress, Sidney,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “We went to six stores and nothing,” she said as she fought back tears. Sidney walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. “I am not going to find one,” she cried into his chest, “I am not going to find a dress for the wedding.”

"Nothing in six shops? Really?" Sidney soothed. He felt her body tense beneath his touch and she placed her hands on his chest to push out of his grasp.

"Yes, really," she hissed, "You can ask Adriana if you don't believe me."

Sidney stepped back and began defensive maneuvers, "I believe you. Can you explain it to me though? I don't understand why it's so hard."

Evie started a tirade about dress lead times which necessitated getting an off the rack dress. The options of those dresses were limited and according to Evie, cheaply made and not good enough. By the end she had worked herself into a lather.

"Evie," he stared into her eyes, "It doesn't have to be the perfect dress. I think you are being too picky."

"YES, IT DOES! IT HAS TO BE PERFECT," she yelled, "I have to look beautiful for you. I have to look beautiful."

Sidney's mind raced. There had to be some sort of solution. "Are you sure that you can't get the other dress?" He asked for confirmation. He had been present, although heavily medicated, during a desperate phone call to Kleinfeld's bridal salon. "Would they sell you the sample dress?" he probed.

Evie's head popped up, "I forgot to ask."

"We'll call Monday," Sidney soothed, "We will find the perfect dress. I promise you. Don't stress yourself out."

Evie inhaled deeply, "Okay. How are you coming on your list? Is the priest set? Can he come down?"

Sid pursed his lips together, "about that…."

Evie stepped back and looked up at his face, "What?"

"Technically according to church law, the marriage ceremony must be performed inside of a church," he answered. When he saw the panic spread across her face, he added "Don't panic, don't panic." She leaned against the kitchen island and crossed her arms. "We can't get married in the eyes of the church here, but we can do that at the July ceremony in Halifax." She moved and began to pace. "Evie, don't panic," he added, "We can have the ceremony here performed by a justice of the peace or wedding officiant. Everything will be legal and we can do the religious part later." She stopped and stared at him. "I already booked the best rated one. We are all set," he smiled.

"Really? Thank you, Beso" she gave him a soft smile "What about the prenup? Does your lawyer have it almost ready?" she asked. Sidney stared at her. Evie crossed her arms again. "Have you even called your lawyer?" she probed, "Well?"

"You were serious? That wasn't a joke?”, he deadpanned.

"Yes, I was serious," she answered, "Of course we need a prenup."

"No, we don't. I am not doing it," he responded, raising his voice. "I can't believe you are even suggesting it. No, no way- It's going NOT to happen."

"Yes, it is. You have to have a prenup to protect your money. Ask the guys. They get prenups," she raised her voice in response.

"Protect my money from whom?" he raised her volume to match hers.

"From gold diggers!" she screamed.

"I am not marrying a golddigger," he stepped forward and screamed, "I am marrying YOU. Are you a gold digger all of a sudden? Since when?"

Evie stepped forward and yelled back, "Do you think I am? Is that what you think?" Downstairs Geno and Letang exchanged glances. The words were unclear but the volume said it all.

"Evie, what the hell are you talking about?" Sidney took his tone up a notch, "You brought up gold diggers. You brought up a prenup, not me!"

"People will ask, Sidney," she brought her voice down a notch.

"So what? Let them ask," he dropped his tone.

"They will think I am taking advantage. They will assume I am only after your money," she insisted.

"And?" his tone rose again.

"What do you mean and?" Her volume rose again.

"I don't give a fuck what other people think. I know that you are not." He yelled, "This is exhausting, Evie. It's tiring and frankly, insulting."

"I just….." her voice lowered, "I just don't want people to think…." Her voice trailed off.

"Look, I know that Thad fucked with your head about that, but when are you going to let it go," he pleaded, "When are going to trust me?"

"I do trust you," she said in a hushed tone."

"You are not acting like it. You are not acting at all," Sidney answered with a pained expression on his face.

"Beso," she took a step towards him, "I do trust you. You know that."

"Then start acting like it," he sighed, "I am going to go back downstairs. I don't want to be around you right now."

"Beso," she stepped toward him and put her hand on his chest, "I don't want to fight. I'm sorry. I don't want to fight."

"Me either," he said, "I will talk to you later." He turned and walked away. When he got downstairs, Geno greeted him with a cold beer. Sidney grabbed it from his hand and took a long swig. "Did everyone hear?" he asked quietly.

"We heard voices but not what was said," the Russian answered casually, "Don't worry. Everyone married. We know women."

Sidney took another swig. He wasn't necessarily embarrassed that his teammates heard them fighting. It was more that they fought at all. He shook his head and tried to clear his head.

He smiled at his phone before he sat. Geno looked over with a grin "See, I told you no worry." Sid nodded his head and relaxed.

Upstairs, in their bedroom, Evie undressed, started a hot shower before she went to pee. She groaned as she wiped. "Damn," she thought to herself, "That explains so much." She also smiled at the memory of Sidney's drug-addled conversation with his parents. Even high as a kite, he knew that her period should start that day. Nothing slipped past his notice.

She took a long, leisurely shower and dressed in soft, fleece pajamas with fuzzy socks. Evie pulled the blanket up to her chin and rested her head on the pillow. She stared at the ceiling and replayed each dress from the day. Surely, one of them would work. As each dress was eliminated in her mind, she tried to force her mind to relax. The adrenaline from her argument with Sidney still pulsed through her veins. She opened her eyes and looked at her phone. It was a little after eight PM.

With a sigh, she stood up and walked out the bedroom. She wandered aimlessly until she eyed the door to the attic. The only thing left unpacked from her official move into Sidney's house were the dozen or so large boxes from her parent's house in Dallas. When she sold the house, the one luxury that she allowed herself were professional packers.

It was too soon after her parent's deaths to go through the contents of the house herself. Each item contained too many memories. With the exception of her bedroom furniture, every single household item was donated to a local thrift shop benefiting LGBT youths. Her bedroom furniture and all personal mementos of her parents were boxed up and delivered to her small grad student apartment. After graduation, the contents were moved to her apartment. Then it moved to her cottage and now to Sidney’s house. She mentally corrected herself- our house. It had been moved to our house.

Evie opened the door and climbed the stairs. The attic was uncluttered. Most of Sidney's mementos were stored either at his parent's home or a climate controlled storage unit. The boxes from her parent's home were stacked neatly to the side.

She walked over to the first box and opened it. Inside were the contents of her childhood bedroom. She took out her phone, turned on Spotify and hit shuffle. Gingerly she picked up the homecoming mum that had been placed on top. Evie's fingers ran over the long ribbons that were bedazzled with glittery letters. Each ribbon contained a different message- Homecoming 2009, HP Scots, HP Belles Captain, Thad and Evie with a heart.

She remembered the pride she felt that night she wore the mum to the game. Thad Wilson was her boyfriend. Together they made quite the power couple. He being the star of the football team and she being a drill team officer. Little did she know at the time that none of it would make a difference in her life. Evie put the mum down and glanced at the rest of the box.

Downstairs, in the basement, Sidney glanced at the stairs every few minutes. It didn't take long for Geno to notice. One of the benefits of being teammates for so long was the ability to decipher the unsaid messages. Sidney's message was loud and clear. He was desperate to find Evie and resolve their conflict, but was unwilling to risk appearing rude to his guests. So when the game ended, Geno stood and abruptly said that it was time for everyone to go. "Go, go, go," the Russian barked, "Sid still recovering. He need Evie to take care of him. Out- everybody out."

Sidney smiled a sly grin and escorted everyone upstairs. No sooner than when the door shut, he started climbing the stairs. He opened the bedroom door and saw the bed empty. "Evie," he called out in case she was in the bathroom. When he received no response, he turned to leave. Possibly she had gone down to the kitchen he thought to himself. As he walked down the hall, he heard the sound of music. He turned in the direction of the sound and saw the door to the attic open.

Sidney climbed the stairs while calling out, "Evie?" When he reached the top, he stopped and gazed at Evie. She sat with her back to him. A box of mementos spread before her and she sang a sad song.

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That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet

Lead her up the stairwell

This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town

I was a dreamer before you went and let me down

Now it's too late for you and your white horse

To come around

"Evie," Sidney said softly. She turned to him and he saw her tear-stained face. She got up and ran to him. He embraced her as she threw herself into his arms. The song continued as he held her.

Maybe I was naive, got lost in your eyes

And never really had a chance

My mistake, I didn't know to be in love

You had to fight to have the upper hand

I had so many dreams about you and me

Happy endings, now I know

Evie pressed her face and whispered "I'm sorry, Sidney. I am so sorry." He pressed his hand behind her head.

And there you are on your knees

Begging for forgiveness, begging for me

Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry

Evie leaned back and sang to Sidney who looked confused.

'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale

I'm gonna find someone someday

Who might actually treat me well

This is a big world, that was a small town

There in my rear-view mirror disappearing now

And it's too late for you and your white horse

Now it's too late for you and your white horse

To catch me now

When the song ended,.he questioned, "Evie?" as he wiped her tears, "What are you doing up here? Why are you crying?"

She stepped back and pointed to the boxes. "I couldn't sleep and didn't want to go downstairs. I came up here to go through these boxes." She moved towards them.

"What boxes are they?" he said as he followed her.

"It's stuff from my parent's house. I never had the courage to go through them. I am not sure what made me do it tonight," she explained.

"Why are you crying?" He asked.

She looked back at the open boxes. "These boxes are everything from the Thad years," she offered, "I was going down that not-so-pleasant memory lane when our break-up song came on."

"What's the name of the song?" He asked, curious to learn more.

"White Horse," Evie informed him. She turned to Sidney. "I used to listen to it on repeat after he broke my heart." He pursed his lips and she stepped towards him. "I always focused on the chorus of 'That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale'" she stated as she wrapped her arms around Sidney's waist. She pressed her forehead against his chest and kissed it softly. "I should have focused on 'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale.I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well," she said gazed into Sidney's eyes.

"I did," she sighed, "I found you. I wasn't his princess, but I am yours. You gave me the fairytale."

He smiled, "Yes, you are. You will always be my princess." He bent down to kiss her softly then he pressed his head against her forehead. "Unfortunately for our fairytale to work, we need to talk about earlier."

"Okay," she replied, "Can I say something in my defense? He nodded his head which caused her head to move in response. "It seems as if I had a surge of monthly hormones that were announcing the arrival of my period. It's not an excuse but it explains my overreaction a little bit, at least to me." She stepped back and sat down on the floor. Sidney followed suit. "The wedding stress is getting to me and I haven't been good about communicating that," she confessed.

He waited patiently for her to continue. "I know that I need to let go of the gold digger fear," she offered, "but I don't understand why you are so adamantly against it."

"I am against it because it is preparing for us to fail. I don't want to think about what may happen if we were to break up," Sidney stammered, "The thought of it gives me heart palpations. If I lose you, I lose everything. I won't care about the money. I won't care about anything." Evie watched as the panic spread through him as he spoke. He was right. Even just speaking about it caused a severe physical reaction.

Honestly, Evie's heart began to race at the thought. She had been so consumed with not wanting to appear like a gold digger that she lost sight of the circumstances that would proceed it. The thought of being separated from Sidney made her heart ache. "I'm sorry, Beso," she whispered, "I thought the prenup would protect you, but I hurt you." She put her hands on either side of his face, "If you don't want a prenup, we don't have to do it. I will drop the subject and we will never talk about it again." Sidney exhaled and she kissed him.

"I don't want one," he admitted, "We don't need one."

"Okay, mark it off the list," she smiled.

They stood silently for a moment. "Want to do another box?", he asked. He walked over and opened the next one. It was much larger than the previous two. Sidney picked up a large, red leather scrapbook embossed with names Vanessa and Mark. He held it up to Evie. She put her hand over her mouth in surprise. "Is this what I think it is?" he asked. She nodded her head. "Let's go downstairs and look at it together," he suggested. She stood, gathered her phone and led him downstairs.

Once they got settled together on the couch, Sidney opened the album. The first page contained a large photo of Mark proposing to Vanessa on one knee. On the opposite page, she had written the story of Mark's proposal. The evening was supposed to be a celebration of Mark's graduation from law school at SMU. However, right after the obligatory speeches from Mark and his parents, he called Vanessa up to the front to give a speech thanking her support before dropping to one knee. Sidney silently read the story while Evie looked at his face. "Wow," he said, "That was a sweet proposal." He turned his attention to the picture. His finger touched Vanessa's face. "You really look like them," he said before he turned to face her, "They made a beautiful baby."

"Thank you," she blushed as she turned the page.

When they got to the pages containing Vanessa's bridal portraits, Sidney looked up at Evie. "What are these?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

“I thought that your parents got married in December. These pictures are taken in early fall or summer,” he said.

“Oh, those are her bridal portraits. I think it may be a southern thing,” she explained. “Brides get dressed up in their gowns and take pictures. It’s like a trial run of the wedding day for hair and make-up. Then one of the pictures gets enlarged and displayed at the wedding.”

“Oh,” he said and looked at the picture again. “That dress is gorgeous.”

“Yeah,” Evie said softly, “Once I decided to embrace the princess vibe, it was the style I wanted to emulate. My original dress was slightly different though. It was strapless, not off the shoulder.”

Sidney continued to stare as he flipped through the pages. “Where were the pictures taken?” he asked.

“At the arboretum,” Evie replied, “I was planning on going down once I got my dress and take bridal portraits there too. I am not sure now.”

When they got to the photos of the actual wedding ceremony and reception, Sidney thoughtfully looked at each page. “I can see why you wanted a Christmas wedding now, “ he said, “Everything is beautiful. Will ours look similar?” Evie smiled and explained the details that would be similar such as her bouquet and aisle decor. Then she explained the items that would be different like the cake and reception lighting.

Sidney yawned as she talked. It was his first full day off of pain medicine. His body was feeling the effects. He readily agreed when she suggested bed. After they slid under the covers, Evie rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. "It's too bad you can't find a dress like your mother's dress," Sidney yawned, "It would be perfect."

"Yeah," Evie agreed, "I have no idea where to look."

They drifted off to sleep. Eventually Evie rolled over and curled into a ball. She floated into a deep sleep and began to dream.

Evie stood in a bridal suite of an unknown wedding venue. She wore nothing but the embroidered panties she had purchased especially for the wedding. There was a loud knock on the door, which startled her. "Evie!" Adriana called out, "It's time. They are about to start the music." Her head swiveled around, saw her reflection in the mirror and began to panic. She brought up her arm to cover her bare breasts.

"Evie, " Taylor called, "Are you dressed yet? Sid’s waiting on you.” Evie turned to look to where her bridal gown was supposed to be hung and the space was empty. She raced around the suite to search for the dress, but found nothing.

Taylor called again, “Evie, come on!”

A familiar voice called out from behind her, "Give us ten minutes." Evie swirled around. Her mother, Vanessa, stood near the couch, holding Evie's satin bridal robe. She held out her arms and Evie raced into them. "Mi Chiquita," her mother soothed, "Where is your dress?"

"I couldn't find one. I don't have one to wear," Evie sobbed.

"Why didn't you want to wear my dress? I kept it for you," she kissed the top of Evie's head.

Evie's head snapped up, "What do you mean you kept it for me?"

Vanessa pointed to the box on the couch. Evie ran to look at it and ripped it open. Her mother's dress was neatly folded within it. Evie took the dress out and held it gingerly against her body. "Try it on," her mother suggested. Evie stepped into the dress and turned to her mother for assistance. She zipped up the dress and together they stated at Evie's reflection.

Vanessa smiled, "Chiquita, it's like it was made for you."

"Why didn't you tell me, Mami?" Evie whispered, "It has always been my dream dress."

"I planned to tell you. I was just going to tell when you got engaged. I thought I had time but….," her voice trailed off.

"But you left me," Evie looked her mother in the eye, "You left me all alone. I needed you and you left me."

"Oh Evie," Vanessa put her hand on Evie's face, "I should have stayed. I shouldn't have left you when you needed me the most."

"Why didn't you stay?" Evie cried, "Didn't you want to stay?"

"I didn't want to leave," Vanessa explained, "I was drowning in grief. I couldn't find my way to the surface. I didn't know a way out so I gave up. I couldn't see how much it was going to hurt you, baby."

They stared at each other for a moment. "I regret it," Vanessa said, "I regret that I am not going to be here for your wedding day. I regret not being here to meet Sidney and my grandbabies. I regret leaving you alone. I wish I could stay with you forever. I don't want to leave you alone."

"I am not alone anymore. Sidney is with me," Evie said, almost defiantly. "I have a family now and they love me," she said.

"I know," Vanessa said, "Go, go and join your new family. Let them love you and take care of you." Vanessa turned to go.

Mami," she cried, "You didn't tell me where the dress is."

"You were so close. It's there. Dig deeper" she said

"Mami," Evie cried out, "Mami, don't go! Don't leave me!"

Vanessa ran back and squeezed her daughter tight, "I will see you again Mi Chiquita. Daddy and I love you. I will see you again."

"Mami, don't leave," Evie cried over and over as her mother disappeared.

Besides her, Sidney stirred to the sounds of Evie's cries. He wrapped his body around hers and kissed her head. "Evie, I am here. You are okay. I am here."

Evie woke up with a start, "Beso?"

"Yes, Mon Etoile," he whispered, "I am here. Were you having a nightmare?"

"Yes, about the wedding dress," she answered, "Then my mom came and helped me. We found a dress together." Evie wasn't sure why she felt to keep the details about the dress a secret, but she did. "We talked and she said she was sorry that she left me alone. When it was time for her to go, she said she didn't want to leave me alone again."

Evie rolled over and stared at Sidney. "I told her that I am not alone anymore. I have you and I have a family again. I am not alone."

"And I will never leave you and not come back," Sidney stated firmly as he caressed her cheek, "I will never leave you alone."

"I love you, Beso" she sighed.

"I love you, too," he said, "let's go back to sleep."

"Okay," she kissed him softly before rolling over again. She relaxed as he wrapped her in his arms again. "It was nice though- to see her in my dream. It was almost like she was here."

"I bet it was," he squeezed her tight, “I bet it helped you so much.”

NOVEMBER 23RD- SIDNEY'S HOUSE-SEWICKLEY

Evie stood in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell. She shouted, "Come in!" as she watched Sidney make coffee for her.

Adriana walked into the house and meandered into the kitchen after petting Sam. "Please tell me that you are in a better mood," she laughed as she entered. Evie had moved closer to Sidney and stood behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek on his back. She sighed contentedly as he worked. "Ahhhh, it seems so," she grinned, "Behold the power of the Beso. We should call you the Evie Tamer."

Sidney shook his head and smiled, "Nah, I prefer Evie in her natural wild state." He felt Evie giggle into his back and kiss him gently. "I will leave you ladies to your dress hunt," he teased, "Keep the faith. I think your dream was a good sign."

Evie walked him to the door and waved as he pulled out of the garage. She turned around and said, "Come with me." Adriana followed as Evie marched to the attic.

"Evita," Adriana called from behind, "I thought we were hunting for a dress?"

"We are," she replied as they climbed the stairs to the attic. Evie opened the door and ran to the box that Sidney took the wedding scrapbook from. On top was her baby book, then her baby blanket on top of the dress that she wore home from the hospital. Underneath was a large padded envelope with every card that Evie had given her parents. Finally she reached the bottom and saw the sealed white cardboard box with Stardust Bridal embossed across the front. Evie let out a loud squeal as she lifted the box. "Holy shit, it's heavy," she said with the excitement barely contained.

"What's heavy?" Adriana asked.

"I think it's my mom's wedding dress," Evie looked up.

"What?" Adriana responded.

Evie set the box down and used the box cutter to carefully open the edges of the box as she explained the dream about her mother to Adriana.

"So that's the dress?" Adriana rushed to assist Evie. Together they got the lid off of the box. Evie's hand delicately touched the white beaded satin gown. Adriana looked at Evie as the tears ran down her face.

"Try it on, try it on, try it on," Adriana shouted. Evie stripped off her clothes and stepped in the dress. She turned to let Adriana zip the dress. It fit Evie like a glove. It dawned on her that she didn't have a mirror so Adriana took a picture. "You need a petticoat, but it looks amazing," she gushed.

"I can't believe it," Evie grazed her fingers over the beaded lace, "Mami married my dad in this dress on the same date. That has to be good luck, right."

"It's the best luck," Adriana said as she surprised herself with tears, "but you don't need luck, Evita. Gringo Boy and you are meant to be."

"Are you ever going to quit calling him that," Evie grinned.

"When he makes me an Aunt?", she laughed. "Let's go find you a petticoat and veil. Then you can officially mark it off of your list."

"Don't forget your dress," Evie interjected.

"Damn," Adriana asked, "You are really going to make me wear matching dresses with Taylor?"

Evie paused, "Fine- y'all decide on a color - deep red, black or metallic gold and pick whatever dress you want."

December 5th- Sidney and Evie's house- Sewickley

Evie woke up to the sensation of Sidney's lips and tongue on her neck while his hand roamed under her pajama top. In the weeks since his surgery, Evie had developed the habit of wearing pajamas to bed to remove "temptation" for Sidney as he recovered. Behind her, she felt as hips grinded into her. She looked back to gauge whether he was fully awake or asleep. Another habit that developed is Sidney, while fully asleep, initiated sex with this exact same behavior. Evie would politely, yet firmly, remove his hands from her body while whispering explanations of "It hasn't been three weeks, Beso." and "Keep your hands to yourself, please."

She was fully prepared to do the same when he whispered hoarsely, "It's three weeks today, Mon Etoile. It's been three weeks." Her body, full of pent-up sexual energy, began to respond. When his hand slid under the elastic waistband of her pajama pants, she moaned softly as it made its way between her legs. However, her mind raced to control the situation. Her hand went to his hand that began to explore her folds. She grabbed his hand and pulled it out of her pants. Evie then delicately extricated herself from his grasp and wiggled to the far side of the bed.

Sidney groaned and wiggled to follow her. She rolled over and placed her hand against his chest. Sidney was fully awake and aroused. "Evie, it's been three weeks exactly," he whined, "I need you. I need you so much. Look at how hard I am for you."

Evie resisted the urge to glance at his erection pressed tight against his boxers. "Listen," she said with authority, "I have been thinking about this."

"Less thinking and more fucking," Sidney said with a grin. When she did not return then grin, he asked, "Thinking what?"

"I want to wait," she replied. The look of disbelief conveyed all of his thoughts without saying a word. "Beso, we have already waited this long. I want to wait until our wedding night. I want that night to be special," she added.

Sidney blinked slowly, inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "Are you serious?" he asked. He studied her face and her sincerity was obvious. He pinched his nose, "Tell me why again."

"I want the first time as your wife to be special," she explained.

"I think that being the first time married would automatically make it special," he countered, "Besides, I am fairly sure that the first time is going to be pretty quick."

Evie smiled sweetly, "I know that it doesn't make a lot of sense given the amount of times that we have fucked and other things. It means a lot to me. It's almost like I will be a virgin again."

"A virgin?" he smirked. He rolled over and placed his forearm over his eyes. Evie watched him mentally process her words. "If that's what you want," he sighed. He perked back up. "Hey, do virgins give handjobs?", he asked. Evie got up from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. "I'm kidding, Evie," he called out. She turned and crossed her arms. He gave her a big grin. She smiled and shook her head.

Evie continued her walk to the bathroom and stripped her pajamas off as she walked. Sidney watched her from the bed. He stood up, walked to the bathroom door and leaned against the door frame. His gaze went from the top of her head and down the length of her nude body. He licked his lips as she stepped into the shower. He looked down as she poured body wash and lathered her smooth skin. His hand went into his boxers and started to stroke his throbbing cock. She called out to him, "I see you, Beso."

"I can't help it," he whined.

"I did it in May," she teased.

"Is this payback for the playoffs?" he laughed, "That's not fair!" She opened the door and stuck out her tongue. "Pretty please? You gotta help me out here," he pouted.

She smiled, closed the door and put on a show while he jerked his hand back and forth. When she heard the tell-tale grunts and groans of his orgasm, she called out, "You're welcome, Beso."

"You need to be ready Saturday night," he said breathlessly, "I am going to fuck you senseless."

"You better," she teased.

TWO HOURS LATER-ALLEGHENY COUNTY MARRIAGE BUREAU

Sidney grabbed Evie's hand as she came around the back of the car and led her up the stairs to the courthouse. Their completed marriage license waited for them to pick it up. Sidney sighed as they reached the back of the line. His status as Pittsburgh Penguins Captain opened doors and parted lines all across the city, country and world. Unfortunately, it was not effective at the marriage license bureau and he was forced to stand in line like the rest of the prospective grooms.

Sidney pulled his cap lower on his head. Evie pulled up her hoodie and grinned up at him. He reached for her hands and pulled her into his body. She whispered, “Maybe wearing the Penguins hat wasn’t the best idea?”

He kissed the top of her head, “What are you afraid of? I don’t care if people know that I am marrying you.”

Evie looked up, “Oh, I know that.”

He flashed a smile, “Then what are you afraid of?”

She returned his smile, “I am afraid that someone in this office or in this line will decide to leak that we have a marriage license before Saturday night. The wedding is supposed to be a surprise, right?”

They moved up with the line. Sidney glanced around, “You’re right. What if I hide in the bathroom and you text me when you get up there.” He kissed her quickly and escaped to the restroom.

Twenty minutes later, Evie texted Sidney. As she waited, the clerk pulled out the marriage license. “Ms. Montgomery, I just need you to confirm that information is correct,” the clerk whispered. Evie looked up and smiled, thankful for the quiet tone. She studied the license carefully. When she was sure that all the information was correct, she looked up and smiled. “Good,” the clerk smiled, “I will tell you that I am not sure that I can prevent this from getting leaked. We have some die hard Pens fans around here.”

Evie leaned forward, “I just need it to stay secret until Saturday.” She reached into her wallet and fished for cash. She came up with a crisp one hundred dollar bill and slid it across the counter. “Can you help us with that?”, she smiled.

“Your secret is safe with me,” the clerk smiled, “Tell Mr. Crosby congratulations. He landed himself a beauty. He’s a lucky man.”

“We are both lucky,” she smiled back. Evie was walking down the hall. Her eyes searched for Sidney. She shrieked as a hand grabbed her hand and pulled into an alcove by a courtroom. “Sidney!” she gasped and playfully swatted his chest, “You scared me.”

Sidney held a finger up to his mouth and shushed her. He whispered, “Did you get the license?” Evie looked around quickly, noted the presence of a young couple then shook her head affirmatively. “Good,” Sidney whispered, “My new friend, Harry, and his fiancée need a favor from us.”

Evie turned to look at Harry, who appeared to be in his early twenties, dressed in freshly pressed slack and buttoned down shirt. Next to him was a very pretty, yet very pregnant brunette, who wore a short white lace dress with an empire waist. The young man extended his hand, “Hi, I am Harry and this is my fiancée , Marissa.” He looked at his fiancée with a look of love that rivaled Sidney’s. “I had the good fortune to run into Sid in the men’s room. I mean what are the odds that I would run into my hockey hero here at the marriage license office.” Sidney moved closer to Evie and slid his arm around her waist as Harry continued to speak. “Anyway, Marissa and I want to get married today, but our witnesses flaked out on us. It’s really important that we get married today. Marissa is due any day now and we want to be married before the baby comes.” Evie looked at Sidney and then at Marissa and nodded her head in understandment. “So would you be willing to do it for us? It would mean the world to us if you could help us out.” he asked hopefully.

“Absolutely! I would be honored to witness your ceremony,” Evie said brightly as she leaned into Sidney’s body. Just then the courtroom doors opened and the previous couple walked out, followed by a gaggle of family and friends. Marissa let out a soft sigh. Evie took her hand and whispered, “You look gorgeous and radiant. Let’s go get you married to your man.”

They all walked in together and took their positions in front of the judge. Marissa cradled her bump and grinned up at Harry. The elderly judge cleared his throat, "Please join hands." The young couple joined hands.

Evie pulled out her phone and nudged Sidney to do the same. When he looked at her in question, she gestured that he needed to take video of the ceremony. It took a moment before he grinned and nodded in understatement. Both armed with cameras, they turned as the judge began the ceremony.

We’re here today to witness the union of Harry and Marissa in marriage. Today, you begin a new life together, founded in love, laughter, honesty, respect, and friendship. The promises you make to each other today should not be taken lightly. A marriage is more than a ceremony – it is a lasting and lifelong commitment.

Evie felt tears filling her eyes. She imagined her own wedding to Sidney. While the script would be different, the universal nature of marriage became apparent to her. She and Sidney would soon join the club so-to-speak.

Do you, Harry, take Marissa to be your spouse and to live together as partners, to treat them with love and respect, and to build a marriage that grows stronger and more loving as time passes?

Harry: Yes, I do.

Evie looked to Sidney. He turned his head to look at her while holding the camera straight. He mouthed the words "I do".

And do you, Marissa, take Harry to be your spouse and to live together as partners, to treat them with love and respect, and to build a marriage that grows stronger and more loving as time passes?

Marissa: Yes, I do.

Sidney stared as Evie wiped her tears and mouthed the word, "I do."

The brief ceremony continued with the exchange of simple gold bands. Evie continued with her self-imposed duty of the wedding photographer but felt as Sidney's hand searched for her hand. She gave it to him to hold.

By the virtue of the authority vested in me by the State of Pennsylvania, I now pronounce you married.

You may kiss! Congratulations!

Sidney and Evie cheered wildly as the young lovers sealed their marriage with a kiss. The foursome stood by the courtroom doors as the judge completed the paperwork. Harry shook Sidney's hand, "I can't tell how much this means to us. To have Sidney Fucking Crosby as our witness, man, we are blessed."

Evie giggled and gazed at Sidney. He smiled joyously, "It was an honor to be included. I hope you have a wonderful life together, especially with that little Penguin on the way."

Marissa joked, "Just wait until everyone hears about it. They will be so jealous." Sidney and Evie exchanged a look. Sidney looked at Marissa, "About that.". He pulled out his wallet and pulled out ten crisp one hundred dollar bills. "If you could not tell the part about us until Sunday morning, we would be really grateful," he said smoothly as he palmed the cash to Harry, "We are trying to pull off a surprise wedding Saturday night."

Harry and Marissa gasped at the cash, "Oh yes, we can keep a secret."

Evie interjected, "Where are you spending your wedding night?"

Marissa blushed, "He is taking me to the Cheesecake Factory and then home."

Evie smiled, "If you would allow me, I would love to arrange a night at the Fairmont for you. You can have the best suite available. Everything is on us." Harry and Marissa tried to object. "Please let us do it for you. This has been such a treat for us to witness," Evie argued as Sidney wrapped his arm around her waist. Her spontaneous generosity was just another reason he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Evie sent a few texts and exchanged numbers with Marissa to send pics.

They waited while Harry and Marissa exited. As soon as they left and they were alone in the courtroom, Sidney pulled Evie into an embrace. She laughed as he showered her with kisses. "Eighty hours," he whispered, "Eighty hours until I can call you my WIFE."

"I can't wait,Beso," she smiled.

"Me either," he kissed her passionately.

#never ever have i #sidney crosby romance #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby fiction #sidney crosby imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fiction #hockey romance #pittsburgh penguins imagine #pittsburgh penguins romance

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HELLO/GOODBYE

Summary: On Halloween night, you convince Eddie to play a game after Steve's annual Halloween party.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Words: 1K

Warnings: 18+, No Y/N used, use of a ouija board, cussing, drugs, and alcohol. Eddie survived the upside-down, and everything is fine! Unedited.

A/N: Spooky season is upon us! Here is my first spooky one-shot! Please let me know what you think!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! <3

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Eddie sat back on the overstuffed couch in Harrington's fancy living room. The former king of Hawkins High had thrown one hell of a Halloween party, and now it was just the usual suspects that had stayed behind to unwind. Taking a hit from the joint between his fingers, he passed it to the left to Jonathan, who took his own deep breath before he passed it to his left. Eddie felt you move as you got comfortable on the cushy soft carpet between his knees, your head leaning against his thigh as you spoke with Robin and Nancy about who knows what. Bringing his hand up, he placed it gently on the top of your head, letting his fingers get lost in your locks as he smiled at you. At some point during the party you had lost your halo topped headband and little wings so now you were just in your pretty white angel costume the opposite to his punk rock devil costume complete with horns and a dumb little tail connected to his belt. He even let you do his eyeliner tonight.

Pulling on a lock, he smiled down at you when you looked up at him. Your makeup was smudged a little, and you looked tired. Drinking did that to you. "We should go, baby. Get you into bed."

"Already?" You pouted at him. "Steve promised we'd play a game."

"We can play another time." He promised as he leaned forward, getting closer to you.

"But -" You started only to be interrupted by Steve as he came back down the stairs hand box in hand.

"Alright, who's ready to play?" He said as he put the box down on the coffee table.

Eddie narrowed his eyes at it. "Ouija board? Really? That shits so fake."

"Noooo!" You cried, turning around to cover Eddie's mouth with your small hands. You were still slightly drunk, so the action just made him smile at you. "Don't be mean, the spirits will hear you."

Pulling your hands from his lips, he rolled his eyes. "You really think ghosts exist?"

"After everything we've been through, are you really willing to say that they don't?" Steve asked, looking at Eddie with raised brows. "The upside down was real. Why not ghosts?"

"Don't be lame Eddie," Robin said while she moved to be closer to the coffee table. "It's just stupid fun."

"Plus!" You smiled as you crawled to the table. "It's Halloween, and the veil is thinner between our world and the spiritual world tonight. We might get a good one!"

Sighing, Eddie pushed himself up off the couch and moved to join you on the floor. Lifting your hips, he placed you in his lap, his arms coming up around you so you both could play. "Fine. But I still think this is dumb."

Nancy and Jonathan joined you all as Steve pulled the board and the planchette from the box to place it on the table. "Argyle, you wanna play?"

The long-haired boy shook his head as he let out some smoke from his lungs. "No thanks, brochacho. Learned from a young age not to mess with that shit."

Everyone nodded quietly, agreeing, but Eddie rolled his eyes again. "Really? You're making me play, but not Argyle? That's bullshit!"

"Please, baby?" You pouted at him over your shoulder. "I'll be scared if you don't play. Who will hold me and protect me from the ghosts?"

"That's not fair." He sighed, poking you in the side. "Using your wiles on me. You play dirty."

Smiling, you lean back, giving him a good kiss on the cheek that made him chuckle.

"Okay, first things first. Place one finger on the planchette," Steve said as he placed his finger on it. One by one, everyone else joined, too. "And now we say hello. Uhhh… hello spirits. If anyone would like to talk, could you please step forward and say hello?"

Everyone sat quietly waiting for something to happen, and when nothing did Eddie gave a little snort putting his forehead to the back of your head gently. "This is so stupid."

"Anyone?"

A jolt. Looking around your shoulder, Eddie narrowed his eyes at the planchette as it slowly, jerkily, moved towards the letters. The planchette started to move smoother now, the point of it stopping momentum as it spelled out, H.E.L.L.O

"Oh, what the fuck…" Eddie mumbled.

"Are you moving it?" You asked Steve as he looked at the board with wide eyes. He didn't think it was going to work.

"No." He shook his head, "Robs?"

"No." She said, her eyes wide staring at the board. "Holy shit."

"Someone say something," Jonathan whispered as they looked at each other.

"What's your name?" You asked, jumping slightly when Eddie placed his chin on your shoulder.

It moved again, gliding from letter to letter. S.E.Y.M.O.U.R

"Seymour?" You asked, "What's your last name?"

Again it moved, B.U.T.T.S

"Seymour Butts?" Steve asked, looking confused.

Giggling, Argyle looked over at them. "You my fine spooky friends got played."

With a quick hand over his shoulder everyone deflated as they saw the kids outside the window just losing it. Dustin was on the ground holding his stomach he was laughing so hard. Max was wiping at her eyes as she clung onto Lucas. El was standing at the center of the group, her hand out as she used her powers to move the planchette. Dropping her hand she laughed as she wiped the drop of blood from her nose.

Eddie laughs as he points at Steve. "I knew this was all bullshit!"

"They got us pretty good." Nancy said as she moved her hand to lean back on the carpet.

"Those dickheads." Steve muttered as he got up and moved towards the door. "Really?"

The rest of you all dropped your hands and moved away from the board, you let Eddie pull you up as he grabbed his keys to head home. It was late and that was enough excitement to last a lifetime.

No one paid attention to the board as they all started to pack up to leave. So no one noticed as the planchette moved again… gliding smoothly down the board.

GOODBYE.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #st s4

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Day 14 ~ Gifting Something Cute / Dumb

It’s his birthday and you decided to give him some cute and some dumb gifts.

Personalized Photo Keychain

“I got this for you from our second date at the carnival.” You said smiling at the red hair man that you love so much. He looked at you with so much admiration and love then he look quickly looks back at the keychain again. “I love it so much baby. We look so cute here.” You laugh looking at your young face. “Yeah well it was 5 years ago.” At that he giggles. “Don’t remind me that I am getting old.” He teased with a grin. “Babe you’re only 22.” You smiled at him.

100 Movies Scratch Off Poster

“Now for this I was thinking we can have like a few movie weekends so that we can finish off all these blocks.” You pointed at the poster and coin. “I love it. Hopefully we can get all the movies.” “Yeah but if not we can always replace it with something that we know we can get.” “This is why I love you Y/N you are always so positive about everything no matter what.”

“I know sometimes it can be a curse.” You muttered looking at the gifts on the floor with a small smile. “Well no matter what I like you the way you are.” He smiled pulling you into a hug for a few seconds before going back to his presents like a little kid on Christmas morning.

Personalized Leather Toiletry Bag

“I know you have a toiletry bag.” You started pointing at the bag. “But this one has your name and a little message from me at the bottom inside.”

If someone were to have asked me about my ideal man, I wouldn't have the words to describe you. You have surpassed all my expectations, fantasies and dreams combined. Sometimes it feels like I’m having a dream, but then I realize it’s all real and I’m one lucky lady to have you in this world. Thank you for being mine!

xoxo Y/N

As you look at him finish reading you can’t help but to notice the tears forming in his eyes. “This is so, so beautiful Y/N. I can’t wait to use it.” He pulled you in for a kiss and all you can do was smile your own tears forming as you can’t help but feel so loved.

Custom Portrait

“This is what I wanted to give to you when we graduated but I didn’t because I was flat broke.” You giggle and he looked at you with awe. “So I thought now that I have a paying job why not get it for him now.” You said pointing at the painting of you and Kirishima on his birthday when he turned 18. “If you would be so kind as to turn the portrait I have a little extra something stored there.”

Thanks for being my knight in shining armour and having my back when we are out on patrol together. Love you so much my Red Riot.

At that he smiled. “I love you so much my Blue Nova.” He smiled. “This is so beautiful. Did you paint it yourself.” He question and all you can do was shake your head with a cackle. “No way, I can’t do something this wonderful. I went to that place in the mall where they do custom portraits for people.” He nodded and went to the next present.

101 Conversation Starters For Couples

You laughed at the look on his face as he tore opened the wrapping paper. “This is a gag gift from my mom and dad.” You giggle again. “They thought we were so awkward the last time we had dinner with them.” He laughed. “Hey that was not my fault, someone had to go and wear that dress that does things to me and I had to fight a boner the whole time from popping up.”

“I know that is exactly why I did it because if I remember correctly that night was the best we ever had. Not to mention your roommates at the time were out for the night so we could have been as loud as we wanted to.” You whispered seductively into his ear and he shivered at the thought. “Yeah that was the best night we had together. You should were that dress tonight for the party.” All you can do is nod and blush as he looked you up and down biting his lip.

Apple Air Tag

“Hey I thought you said you couldn’t get them.” He laughed when you rolled your eyes. “Yeah well I had to lie otherwise you would have bought it for yourself.” You teased the man and he blushed knowing that you are right. “Well I love them either way. I can’t wait to freak the guys out by knowing exactly where they are. They don’t like when I spy on them sometimes and this is just going to make it easier.”

"Property of" Personalized Boxers

“What the hell.” He cackled as he tore the wrapping off. And all you can do is giggle as he held up the boxers. “I cannot wait to wear this. I am in love with it.” He laughed. “I will be right back.” You look as he quickly runs to your shared room. After 2 minutes he returns with his boxers on and a shirt you got for him for his 21st birthday. “Woah looking sexy there babe.” You flirted while whistling.

“I know it is my birthday but I got you something. I think you will like it.” You giggle as he hands you the bag. Looking into the bag you can’t help but laugh. Pulling out the exact pair just with his face and name. “I love it. Let me go quickly put it on so that we can match.”

Marshmallow Roasting Set

As you return you see has already opened the last present. “The last one is for tonight.” You smiled at the red haired man. “I know you and Denki like marshmallows over flames so this will make it easier.” You giggle as he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. “Thank you baby girl. I love you some much. I can’t wait for tonight. Thank you for everything you got me. I like it a lot.” “I am happy. Happy birthday honeybun.” You smile pulling him in for a kiss. Moving together towards the couch you continue to kiss before he pulls away for breath. “Wow.” He grins up at you. “Why don’t we go celebrate your birthday by the pool. I have a new bikini I know that you are going to love.” You raced to the room and he shakes his head before following behind you.

Day 13 | Masterlist | Day 15

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✂ ateez as songs

a cute filler as i wrap my head around writing that san fic...

pure fluff! some profanity..

ღ seonghwa

♫ playing now : pretty u by seventeen

does she love me? does she love me, not?

omg he fits this song so much !!

this song is so sweet and full cute lyrics

i can definitely see seonghwa as the last verse

i am counting flower petals all day long does she love me? does she love me, not? what will the petals answer to me?

just

imagine him picking petals to see if he should confess :(

he's such a sweetie

according to twt one of his fav svt songs is pretty u :(

he's so sweet

he WOULD be that boy next door trope

omgg

ღ hongjoong

♫ playing now : celebrate by ateez

you're the one, only one (only one) from 7 billion, the only one (only one)

the lyrics to this song

are

fucking

sweet!!

like hongjoong would say these words to you if you're having a bad day

you're the one, only one (only one) so i celebrate you, all about you

hongjoong is such a mature person at heart

he would write so many songs to uplift you

this song is one of my favorites bc of its lyrics

and i rlly feel like hongjoong said sm truth with this song

he would also help you overcome your insecurities :((

ღ yunho

♫ playing now : the feels by twice

'cause you got me good and i wanna be ya boo if it's dumb, well, i wanna be a fool (fool, fool, fool)

this song is so

happy??

idk i just felt a connection

yunho's our vitamin and i feel like he just has to have an upbeat song

this song is also kinda goofy and i think it fits yunho's vibe

underneath the neon lights, baby electricity tonight, baby

i can see him slaying this part^

he's just so positive that he makes me smile when i watch him

also he became one of my favs after the ateez concert in oakland bc he noticed me <;/3

our golden retriever :((

ღ yeosang

♫ playing now : antifragile by le sserafim

i'll climb higher top of the world i itched for (ah-ah)

LMAO PLEASE HEAR ME OUT

the lyrics are so good like yeosang is such a hardworker

all of ateez are

and like he killed the dance so...

no biggie if i were to fall i'm antifragile, antifragile

also like??? yeosang gets so little attention for his performance skills i'm :((

i feel like he's such an emotionally strong person so

he's quite literally antifragile

ღ san

♫ playing now : moth to a flame by the weeknd

like a moth to a flame i'll pull you in, i'll pull you back to what you need initially

tiktok has ruined me

he's either your bias or your biaswrecker, there's only two options

i thought i would only bias hwa and then san rocked my world

i feel like you can't help but be pulled to him (like a moth to a flame ahaha..)

it's just one call away and you'll leave him, you're loyal to me

he would be that one ex you'd fold for

don't disagree bc i'm right

everyone's guilty pleasure

ღ mingi

♫ playing now : all i wanna do by jay park

girl, tell me how you feel right now baby, let’s go up to the sky all i wanna do is kick it with you

off topic but the korean lyrics are so much more sweet than the english version LMAO

i was battling with putting this song for san or mingi

but mingi is such a big jay park fan i had to

the lyrics are so idk like vibe-y?

like they just want to have fun

i think it fits mingi very well

he'd want a relationship where they can be comfortable with each other and just chill n have fun

just like your outfit today, your heart is see-through all i wanna do is kick it with you

mingi can fucking rizz me up if he sang that to me

i mean he can regardless but

he just gives off that vibe on stage

if he ever went solo, he'd be wilding like jay park does

ღ wooyoung

♫ playing now : embarassed by bts

why am I getting weirder in front of you?i’m not a pre-schooler but why is everything so childish? ;ook at my eyes, my jokes aren’t serious

idk this song makes me so giddy

woo gives off no decorum but also self-cringe vibes

also imagine woo singing this song

it could be so good

he's also such a loyal yet childish person

he'd be that puppy love typa guy, the love that lasts ofc

i was too shy to become your sun so i became a cold moon but afterwards, i keep making a wave of blankets on top of my ocean bed

woo to this song fits so well im crying

just imagine him getting so shy around you, but still trying

aaahhh ideal boyfriend i swear

ღ jongho

♫ playing now : leave the door open by bruno mars

i ain't playing no games every word that i say is coming straight from the heart

they killed this fucking cover

bruno mars-lover jongho gets this song ofc

i literally can't listen to the song normally without hearing his voice LMAOO

this song is such honeymoon phase vibes omg

i'm here just waiting for you come on over, i'll adore you

liiiike jongho gives me husband vibes

like he doesn't fuck around

all genuine love

probably gives the BEST bear hugs in the fucking world

aight fuck tumblr they keep fucking up my format :((

writer's block sucks, but this was quick n easy :D

ღ lune

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Hell Week Prompt List

Since the Devils shut out the Rangers tonight I’m opening requests back up!

I’ll be taking blurb requests for any player on the New Jersey Devils from this prompt list until Sunday April 30th at 8pm EST.

Rules:

1. I’ll only write these prompts for Devils players. (This includes players I haven’t written for before: Dawson, Mikey, Bastian etc…)

2. You must send in the full prompt. (Example: 1. Can we have date night tonight?) I will delete the request if you don’t put the whole thing.

3. Please be patient with me. I do have a full time job and I write when I can. It may take me a few days to get to your request!

Prompt list:

“Can we have a date night tonight?”

“Do you know you're pretty”

“Why are you being a pain?”

“Stop simping for me you simp”

“Your blushing you idiot”

“Are you kidding me? I love cuddles”

“Your hair smells good.”

“I just want to lay here all day”

“Can you wash my hair for me?”

“I really need you right now”

“I like you.. well no… I love you”

“I love your smile”

“You sent me inappropriate pictures. When I was out in public”

“Why are you so clingy?”

“Fine. We can stay home tonight”

“Dance with me in the rain”

“Can I sit on your lap?”

“Kiss me please!”

“This still smells like you” (long distant or for breakups)

“Your mom gave me pictures of you when you were a baby.”

“Stop you’re making me blush in public”

“Don’t… I’m ticklish —“

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“I had a nightmare…”

“I care about you”

“You mean everything to me”

“You make me feel like I’m at home.”

“Can I give you a hug? You look like you need one”

“Stop denying it! You need sleep”

“You’re so adorable.”

“You make me so happy.”

“I need tampons”

“I don’t ever want to lose you”

“I feel better now that you’re here with me”

“I feel safe when I’m with you”

“I can’t reach the top shelf.. Can you help?”

“Here take my jacket.”

“I just started my period…”

“I’m right here baby, it’s okay”

“I’m so in love with you.”

“I’m never leaving you.”

“You're mine forever.”

“Should we make it official?”

“You promised me.”

“You lied. You said you would never leave me.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know everything”

“Please don’t do this.”

“I loved you.”

“Why don’t you trust me”

“This can’t be goodbye.”

“Please don’t walk out.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t love you.”

“I just wanted to be enough for you.”

“I don’t forgive you.”

“Stop saying sorry! It’s always ‘I’m sorry’. When you really aren’t”

“If you’re sorry, why did you leave me?”

“You thought I was dumb.”

“I know you’re lying.”

“Why did I fall in love with you?”

“I’m so stupid to think we had something.”

“You never cared about me.”

“You cheated on me.”

“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”

“You broke my heart so carelessly. Now you want forgiveness?”

“You don’t deserve me.”

“Leave me alone.”

“You're always mad at me.”

“What do you want? Because I couldn’t care less.”

“You talked to her and then lied about it.”

“You told people that you were single…”

“Where’s your new gf/bf?”

“Shouldn’t you be with your new gf/bf”

“This is goodbye.”

“I can’t live without you.’

“Our relationship is in the past. I’m sorry.”

“I like someone else.”

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“How did you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”

“I think it’s best if we don’t meet again.”

“You didn’t love me, did you?”

“I hope you're happier.”

“At least you got what you wanted”

“We can’t keep talking. This isn’t healthy.”

“You're not the same person I fell in love with.”

“You don’t own me.”

“You act like everything is fine when it’s not!”

“Can we not argue for once.”

“I don’t fall in love. I don’t want to be loved or love someone else.”

“Why did I even think I could be enough for you?”

“I needed to hold you one more time.”

“I don’t want to say something I’ll regret later.”

“Don’t bother to call me when you need something later.”

“I didn’t mean to. I was just mad..”

“Please forgive me.”

“Why are you suddenly coming back into my life when I just started doing well?"

“Do you not understand the words ‘I’m done’.”

"You were supposed to be my wife"

"He/she could never compare to you."

"We used to be so in sync but t's like we speak two different languages now."

#hell week blurbs #crystals prompt list

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Heartbroken Part 12

Summary: Chris gets his heart broken after being left at the altar. He swears to never fall in love again until he meets MC

Paring: ChrisxMC

Chris gets dressed and heads out the door he gets into his car and types out a message

Hi beautiful gonna see my mom if I don’t answer means I’m driving

Oh ok Chris say hello to her for me

I’ll put it on facetime so you can say hello babe

Aw thanks Chris enjoy your mom’s place

I will beautiful

Chris smiles then starts driving He grins at the thought of proposing to MC This is amazing I think I’m really ready for that step with her He continues down the highway till he makes it to Cherryfield. He parks in front of his mom’s house and gets out the car taking in his surroundings It really hasn’t changed at all

He knocks on the door and his mom answers “Chris!” She hugs him tightly

“Mom…I can’t…breathe”

She quickly releases him “Oh I’m sorry dear just was really excited to see you” She ushers him inside

“You have the ring mom?”

“Yeah but who is this special person you’re proposing too?”

“You remember MC mom?”

“Oh yeah that girl that you hung around with in high school she called and told me she was working where you are I wanted to tell you but she wanted to surprise you”

Chris chuckles “Sounds like MC alright”

“So are you two dating? You started dating someone and here you are talking about proposing when you haven’t even brought her over here”

Chris chuckles “But you’ve met her before mom”

“Not as your girlfriend I haven’t”

Chris laughs “Ok mom hang on”

Chris pulls out his phone and presses the facetime call it rings twice before MC’s faces comes on the screen

“Hi Chris!”

“Hey beautiful mom’s not happy she didn’t get to meet you as my girlfriend”

MC laughs “Put her on” Chris hands the phone to her “Hello Barb”

“Hi MC dear it’s been far too long I hope your treating my son well”

“You know I am”

“And I hope he’s behaving himself”

“Mom!”

MC laughs “Yes he is treats me just fine”

“I’m glad now can you tell me how are you doing?”

“I’m good Barb just a lot work to catch up on”

“Oh you’re a writer I knew you would be one I loved reading your work”

“Aww thanks Barb”

“I’ll let you get back to it hope you can come visit sometime”

“I definitely will”

Barb hands the phone back to Chris and he smiles “I’ll talk to you later beautiful”

MC giggles as she blushes “Ok I love you”

“I love you too”

Chris hangs up and he turns to his mother who smiles “Ah young love”

Chris chuckles “Mom can I have the ring or not?”

Barb laughs and she hands him a ring box “Here you go Chris just let me make her dress”

“Ok mom I’ll let her know once I do”

“Now how are you gonna do it?”

Chris thinks “I think I know how”

****

MC smiles as she rubs her stomach “You good in there baby?” MC sighs she still hasn’t told Chris yet but tonight she’ll surprise him and tell him MC smiles “I really hope he’s happy I mean after that stunt his ex pulled really hope it hasn’t affected him I want him to be apart of our lives”

MC receives a text message from an unknown number

Hi MC it’s Nicole can we meet?

MC’s scrunches up her face I don’t trust this bitch

If this is some prank then forget it I’m not going anywhere with you

It’s not…I know you have no reason to trust me but I need to talk to you and it’s a café it’s not a trick I promise

MC sighs

Ok fine where

MC follows the address to the café and sees Nicole sitting at a table Least it’s not a dark alley somewhere She walks into the café and orders a small coffee then sits at the table

“Well what is it?”

Nicole sighs “Um I’m sorry for everything I did I know I acted like a”

“Psycho?”

“Yeah” Nicole bits her lip “I got these today” She pushes some papers towards her

MC looks at them “A restraining order?”

“Yeah can’t say I blame Chris I did act crazy”

“Then why did you I mean you hurt Chris and then expected him to come crawling back to you”

“I know it was stupid me leaving him for my ex then trying to get him back it was dumb I don’t even know why I did it” She fidgets “And why I acted the way I did towards you was I knew he wanted you and not me”

“What?”

“I saw the way he looked at you all the time even before you guys started talking so I decided to get him first by making up that story about Josh cheating on me in reality I broke up with him so I could have Chris and then he was interested in you and you guys became friends and I didn’t want him to confess to you so I sabotaged your relationship with him”

“Ok but what about when you guys were getting married”

“Well during that I saw Josh and I kissed him and thing escalated I knew I shouldn’t have done that but it happened and I decided to leave Chris for him which was stupid cause he ended up cheating on me for real this time” She sighs “I was hoping to get Chris back but you came and I tried again to ruin it but it was all in vain anyway I’m truly sorry for everything”

MC thinks for a moment then speaks “Well I can’t forgive you now things take time but hopefully someday I can and hope you find someone who will truly love you”

“Thanks and I understand” She stands “I hope you and Chris are happy together and can you tell him I’m sorry and I won’t bother him again”

MC nods and Nicole walks away. She looks down at the floor confused That was a whole different Nicole hope she finds happiness

MC gets a text from Chris to meet him in the park and MC hurries and heads over there. She finds him standing by the fountain and staring up at the sky

****

“Hi Chris”

He turns and smiles at her “Hey gorgeous” He kisses her forehead “How are you?”

“Well I don’t want to keep this from you”

“What is it baby”

“I met up with Nicole”

Chris looks at her shocked “You what? What did she want? Did she hurt you?”

“No Chris she didn’t she said she got a restraining order from you”

“Oh yeah filed that glad she got it”

“She actually apologized for everything said she was sorry she said that she made up a story about her ex cheating on her to get you to ask her out”

Chris rolls his eyes “Why am I not surprised I don’t think I believe her fake apology”

“Well it was a different Nicole I don’t know if she’s sincere or not but I’m glad she apologized”

“Long as she stays away” Chris smiles and takes her hands “But let’s forget about her there’s a reason I invited you out here”

MC smirks “Oh but there’s something else I want to mention she said that you were eyeing me even before you talked to me”

“She noticed that huh? Well…” Chris grins “It’s not a lie I was you were amazing and beautiful I wanted to talk to you but didn’t have the courage”

“Aw Chris Powell nervous how cute”

“Don’t tease” Chris leans in “But since we were separated and got reunited I’m glad I got you back but I don’t want to lose you again MC I love you too much”

“I love you too Chris”

Chris gets down on one knee as MC looks at him in shock “I love you MC please marry me”

MC begins to cry and Chris looks worried “Did I say something wrong was this too soon?”

MC shakes her head “No I’m just so happy Chris yes I will marry you”

Chris smiles and slips the ring on her finger then he stands “Oh MC I’m so happy we’re gonna be together forever”

“Me too Chris there’s something else I have to tell you”

“If it’s about Nicole again I’m gonna toss you in this fountain”

MC laughs “No it’s not” She smiles and grabs his hand and places it on her stomach

Chris goes wide eyed for a second and then grins widely “MC are you?”

She nods “Yes I’m pregnant”

“What? When? Why didn’t you tell me?”

MC giggles “Well I decided to wait to tell you after what you know who did I didn’t think you even want to hear the word pregnancy”

Chris smiles and kisses her softly “I’m so happy MC and this was the perfect was to tell me now I have to blessings you and this baby I love you”

“I love you too”

He kisses her deeply wrapping his arms around her waist enjoying the perfect moment

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widowbitessting · 2 years

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So i have a question in SMU

What will be the reaction of the trio seeing reader wearing a suit and that suit just giving dom vibes 😂😂

I read this and fell asleep anny and I actually had a dream about it😂😂

Hope this is okay for you my love! <3

Warning: short, crappy writing😂 Bratty Wanda...I think that’s it! <3

Word Count: 1,501

The Trio! are sitting in the kitchen, each keeping to their own mundane tasks, determined to keep busy.

Carol is cooking dinner, sizzling away at the onions in a pan. Natasha is pouring them all a glass of red wine and Wanda…well...Wanda is watching the stairs for you.

That’s her mundane task.

And she refuses to be moved from it.

Wanda checks her phone again, narrowing her eyes at the white numbers that glare up at her.

She’s sure time is moving slower.

Fifteen minutes, you had told them all.

Fifteen minutes and then you’re ready and you can show them all your surprise outfit.

“It’s been twenty minutes.” Wanda grumbles, looking again at the stairs. “I’m going up.”

“No you’re not.” Natasha says instantly, putting the cork in the wine bottle. “You’re staying right there, like the good girl you are, and waiting for Baby to show us what she’s wearing tonight; got it?”

Wanda huffs and rolls her eyes.

“I don’t see why we couldn’t help her get ready.” She groans.

“Because Y/N told us it’s a surprise.” Carol says from the cooker.

“And we all know Y/N wouldn’t make it to MJ’s fancy dress party...thing...if we went up there.” Natasha finishes, putting Wanda’s wine next to her; grinning at the pout forming.

Wanda scowls at her hands.

“That’s the point.”

Natasha cups Wanda’s cheek and forces her eyes up.

“Roll your eyes at me again, bunny, and see what happens.”

“I-I didn’t think you saw that...” Wanda mutters, wincing when Natasha slaps her cheek a little on the hard side.

“I see everything, zolotse.” Natasha says, “now drink your wine and be patient. Baby will come down when she is ready.”

Wanda sips her wine.

“Why aren’t we going with her again?” she asks.

This time it’s Carol who sighs as she adds in the sauce to her dish.

“Because it’s MJ’s birthday and MJ wants baby girl all to herself.” The blonde says, turning to face Natasha and Wanda.

She takes her wine in her hand and drinks.

“She has Y/N to herself all the time though. She lives with her!” Wanda replies.

“Yes, and their best friends. Now stop complaining. You’re giving me a headache.” Carol says.

Wanda opens her mouth but the glare she gets from the other woman is enough to have her close it.

“Such a good girl.”

“Sometimes.” Natasha adds in, smirking at the glare she’s given from the younger woman. “She’s not a brat for nothing.”

“That’s true.” Carol replies, moving to stand closer to the red head.

“And now she’s trying to corrupt our Baby...” she says.

“Our lovely, innocent Baby.” Natasha adds. “There’s not an ounce of brattiness in her.”

“That’s what you think.” Wanda grumbles.

“What was that, dumb bunny?” Carol glowers down at her.

“Nothing. Nothing.”

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.”

The two women converse with one another while Wanda sits silently next to them, opting between picking at her nails and drinking her wine - knowing if she reached for her phone, her time out would go on for longer.

After what felt like an eternity, Carol speaks up.

“I think my headache is going now, bunny. You can talk again.”

“Thank you, thank -”

A hand grasps Wanda’s hair and yanks.

“As long as you stop with the incessant questions, dear.” The blonde smiles down at her.

“I will, I promise, cap.”

“God you’re so cute - do you know that?”

Wanda shrugs.

“I’ve been told a few times...”

Smiling, Carol leans down and kisses her.

“Maybe when Y/N has gone, we can have some fun of our own and Daddy and Captain can show you just how cute you are, bunny. Hmm? How does that sound?”

“That sounds like a really good plan, I like that a lot.”

“Good.” Carol replies, kissing her again. “Only as long as you’re not a brat until kitten goes.”

It’s the telltale sound of heels on wooden flooring that has the three women looking up at the stairway.

You stop at the top of the stairs, smiling shyly down at them.

“Hi.” Is all you can say.

“Holy fuck.” Wanda says.

Natasha’s hand grips her wine glass tightly as she rakes her eyes down your suit clad form.

Carol licks her lips and leans back against the counter.

“I could get used to seeing a sight like this.”

Holding onto the bannister, you come down the first few steps before pausing self consciously.

“Do I...do I look okay?”

Wanda all but leaps off her stool but is caught by the scruff of her top by Carol, who holds her wriggling form firm.

“Let her come down the stairs. I want to enjoy this.”

Blushing, you descend the remaining stairs before coming to a stop in front of the three women.

With a small ounce of bravery, you open the suit jacket and pocket both of your hands into the pockets of your pants.

Despite your wildly beating heart, you’re determined to stay standing in front of them.

Even though they all look as if they’re about to pounce on you.

“Do I -”

“You look delectable, baby.” Carol says first, finally releasing Wanda. “I could just eat you up.”

You look at Wanda.

“What do you think, mommy?”

Her eyes darken.

“I think I need to see you in a suit more often, baby.”

God, your cheeks are burning.

When you look at Natasha, she’s cocked her head to the side.

“Is that my jacket?”

Now you’re sure your nose - of all things - is blushing too.

“I...maybe...?”

“It looks good on you, baby girl.” Natasha approaches you and trails a finger over the buttons of your crisp white shirt. “Next time I think I’d prefer to see you in just the jacket though. Can you do that for me?”

You nod.

“I was gonna do that tonight...but I didn’t think you’d approve.”

Natasha lets out a low chuckle before reaching around to slap your arse.

“Don’t try to be a brat now, little girl.” She warns. “You might look like a dom but your still our baby.”

“Sorry daddy.”

Leaving your personal space, Natasha walks over to the wine and finds you a glass.

This time when Wanda pounces, Carol doesn’t stop her.

She drags your face up and connects your lips, not caring whether she smears your lipstick.

“You look so hot, kitten.” Wanda gasps, resisting the urge to ruin your perfectly done hair. “Fuck. Do you have to go?”

You manage to pull away from her so you can inhale deeply.

“Yes, mommy.” You pant. “I should have set off already in fact.”

“I think you should just not go...stay here instead...” Wanda taps your nose.

“No -”

“Aww but -”

“Wands.” You warn. “I’m going. End of discussion.”

Wanda pouts.

“It’s not fair...”

“It is fair, Wanda. Now stop being an ignorant brat and sit that pretty arse of yours back on that stool.”

Wanda blinks a few times, her switch brain struggling to process what you - their little sub - had just said.

To her.

Your dom.

Wanda cocks her head to the side.

Sensing you’re about to lose whatever confidence you had, Carol joins in.

“Don’t make her ask again, Wanda. Sit. Down.”

Wanda, to the complete shock of everyone, does as she’s told and sits back on her stool, a smirk forming on her face.

“Blimey, detka. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Natasha is grinning, a toothy grin as she brings over your wine. “Drink it.”

You do as you’re told, swallowing the wine in three large gulps; wincing a little.

“Me either.” You nervously laugh. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t be.” Carol says quickly. “I thoroughly enjoyed that. Thank you, kitten.”

“...am I gonna be in trouble later?”

“That’s Wanda’s call, not ours.” Natasha replies, quickly topping up your glass.

You drink that one a little slower.

“You bet your arse you are, baby girl.” Wanda glowers at you. “But for now, go and enjoy your party. I’ll let the fear of the unknown work wonders until you come back.”

You swallow the last of your wine.

“I can’t wait?”

“Good, because I can’t either.”

You place the empty glass on the counter with a shaky hand before opting to kiss the three women goodbye.

“I’ll see you guys later, yeah? Maybe later than I originally planned now though...”

“As long as you’re safe and having fun, we don’t care what time you’re home. One of us will be up.” Natasha says.

“Now go,” Carol says, slapping your arse. “Have a good evening, kitten.”

“Thank you cap. Bye mommy, bye daddy!”

You turn on your heel and sashay out away from the trio! of women, waggling your arse a little more needed than necessary.

You’re about to go down the stairs when Wanda’s voice calls out.

“Baby! Who are you meant to be anyway?”

You glance at them from over your shoulder, smiling.

“You three, of course.”

❤️💋❤️💋

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daenqyu · 4 years

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— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake”

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself

but he knows you’re still in your underwear

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight

why are you so pretty?

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him?

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed”

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?”

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised?

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response

which he receives quickly

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a b r a

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen

“thank god you’re awake”

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers

which makes his heart speed up

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now”

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

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starryhyuck · 4 years

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just like magic. (m)

pairing: fuckboy!jaehyun x fuckgirl!reader

words: 4k+

summary: jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: multiple sex partners, public sex, sex on the roof, multiple orgasms, degradation, wall sex, creampie

Your head rests on the bathroom mirror, inhaling and exhaling loudly as Mingyu finds a wipe to clean you up.

“Ugh. I can’t believe we did it in Bambam’s gross bathroom.”

Mingyu chuckles, the deep sound echoing in the small space. “Please. Don’t act like you’re so disgusted now.” You roll your eyes at his comment while he cleans the cum smeared on the inside of your thighs. “Besides, it’s not like you were having fun at the party anyways.”

You shrug and jump down from the sink, straightening out your skirt and trying to look somewhat presentable.

“True,” you murmur, fixing your hair in the mirror. “Jungkook couldn’t come tonight so it was way easier to find you.”

He scoffs. “As if Jungkook could fuck you better than me.”

You laugh and find the lipgloss sitting at the bottom of your bag. “Oh, he can. He’s not a little gym rat for nothing, you know.”

Mingyu huffs, leaning down to pull your panties back up and straightening your skirt. This scene isn’t unfamiliar to the both of you, although doing it in Bambam’s bathroom certainly was. You’re pretty sure Bambam smoked a shit ton of weed before his party started, and Mingyu opens the bathroom window to release some of the odor.

“See you in 104. Did you finish the extra credit paper already?”

You shook your head, opening the bathroom door and hearing the lively party continue downstairs.

“Nope, not planning to,” you give him one last kiss on the cheek. “Nice fuck, Gyu. Tell Jungkook to show up next time.”

He rolls his eyes again and you two depart, almost toppling over as you bump into Jung Jaehyun on the stairs. His arm quickly slides around your waist to prevent you from falling. He smiles at you.

“How was Mingyu?”

“How was Jennie?”

He chuckles. “Good. As always. You really have to start expanding your little black book. Mingyu and Jungkook aren’t always going to be around, you know.”

You raise an eyebrow and step away from him, shooing his arm away from you. “You don’t think I have backups, silly? Doyoung is at my beck and call, I assure you.”

He smirks, raising his red solo cup to you. “If you ever need me.”

You dismiss him, walking down the stairway of Bambam and Yugyeom’s place. You and Jaehyun had always been similar in many ways, especially in the way you ‘connect’ with other people. If you two ever had a body count competition, it would surely have Johnny’s head spinning all night at the numbers. You never fucked Jaehyun, however, simply because you had no desire to. You’ve known Jaehyun for as long as you’ve known Mingyu, but the only personality trait you’ve ever deducted from Jaehyun was that he’s excellent in bed.

That, and the fact that during your first year of college, Yuta spread some rumor that Jaehyun masturbates to the thought of you.

No big deal.

You find Minghao and Sicheng speaking in the kitchen, and you whine when you clutch Minghao’s arm.

“I’m tired, Hao.”

“You leave us to go fuck Mingyu for a hour and now you want to go home?”

You can hear the condescending tone in Minghao’s voice and you do your best to ignore it. You offer him your best toothy grin. “Come on, designated driver. You’re not even doing anything remotely fun!”

“Hey!” Sicheng interjects. “We were actually just talking.”

You lean over to pinch his cheeks and Sicheng nearly growls at you.

“You’re cute, but you and Minghao talk all the time. Nothing new. Plus, all of us are roommates, dumbass! We could talk at home any time we want to.”

“Fine, fine,” Minghao concedes, laying his cup down on the kitchen counter. You ignore the fact that Yugyeom’s tongue is shoved down some girl’s throat only five feet away from all of you. “Did you already clean yourself up? I don’t want any of Mingyu’s germs in my car.”

“Are we sure it was Mingyu?” Sicheng counters. “It could’ve been Jungkook or Doyoung or Wonwoo or Jinyoung or-“

“Alright, alright,” you glare at him. “And yes, it was Mingyu. He already cleaned me up so you won’t get any Gyu germs.”

“Good.”

Minghao still has trouble trusting you after that one time you wore a skirt with no panties and let Kun’s cum spill all over Minghao’s front seat. Sicheng is still extremely traumatized from the situation.

You exit the house party with your roommates, almost stopping at the sight of Kunhang looking like a fucking dream near the speakers-

“Come on, you horny asshole,” Sicheng grunts, pushing you out the door.

—

“Did you hear the news?”

Your eyes flutter at the sight of Nakamoto Yuta, who is leaning over your desk, smiling. You sigh and decide to entertain him.

“What is it now, Yuta?”

“A little birdy told me that a certain Jung Jaehyun has fallen for Mingyu’s girl,” Yuta’s smirk widens when you furrow your eyebrows.

“Mingyu has a girlfriend?”

He huffs. “You, dumbass.”

You giggle at the thought of dating Mingyu and roll your eyes. “You’re full of shit, Nakamoto.”

He stands straight, his figure towering over you. You peek your head out to see if the lecture has started yet so Yuta can get the fuck away from you.

“Then why did I hear Jaehyun calling your name when he was getting his dick wet this morning?”

The accusation has your eyebrows raising. You barely know Jaehyun, only from fleeting stories from Mingyu and Jungkook. You also know that Yuta’s always full of shit, spreading rumors about various people just because he can.

“Get your head out of your ass, Yuta.”

He laughs at your dismissive nature, leaning in again. There’s a troublesome glint in his eyes.

“And what if I told you Mingyu said Jaehyun’s loved you since you were five?”

You challenge him. “I would say that the cum in Miyeon’s panties say otherwise.”

He smiles and steps back when the professor finally enters the room.

“Whatever you want to believe.”

That conversation with Yuta was three years ago. He’s graduated long since, but the rumor about Jaehyun still pops up here and there. Jaehyun never addressed it with you, and when you asked Mingyu about it once, he just laughed.

“A lot of guys on campus jack off to the thought of you. Are you surprised?”

You think about the memory as you watch Soojin straddle Jaehyun, her hair falling over the side of her face as she leans in to kiss him. The rest of the party ignores them, mainly focused on how Bambam is nearly toppling over trying to do a keg stand.

A hand slides around your waist and you feel someone’s lips attach to your neck.

“Gyu told me you were looking for me the other day,” Jungkook murmurs lowly in your ear. “Did you miss me?”

You smile when you feel his fingers inch closer to your breast, hands roaming all over your body.

“Yes. Your absence made me fuck Mingyu in Bambam’s germ-covered bathroom.”

He chuckles lowly, and the sound shoots straight to your core.

“I’m here now, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Your eyes drift upwards again, startled to find Jaehyun already gazing at you. Soojin’s sucking at his neck, but his eyes are locked on you, watching the way Jungkook paws at your breast.

Yuta’s voice rings in your ears. Jaehyun’s loved you since you were five.

You push the thought away as Jungkook’s mouth envelops yours. Jaehyun couldn’t love you, Yuta was just full of shit.

—

“You’re late.”

You narrow your eyes at Mingyu, who brushes off the time. He promised to meet up with you yesterday to finish your project for 104 and give you a quick lunch time fuck. You’re a little disheartened to see he’s tugged Doyoung and Jaehyun along.

“Don’t be so upset, frowning doesn’t look good on you,” Mingyu teases, sliding in the chair across from you. Doyoung sits next to him, and Jaehyun awkwardly takes the spot next to you. “We were just playing a little basketball outside. The time slipped my mind.”

“Well, I guess it slips my mind that I’m supposed to fuck you before your next class.”

Doyoung laughs and seizes the opportunity. “I, on the other hand, never promised anything and my schedule is conveniently free for the whole day.” He winks at you, his gums showing brightly as he smiles.

You smirk when Mingyu elbows him in the side. Jaehyun is oddly quiet and you turn to face him while Mingyu hisses at Doyoung.

“I saw you and Soojin getting it on last weekend. How was it?”

He smiles tightly. “Good, as always. Jungkook per usual?”

You nod. “The little gym rat won’t stop exercising. He was talking to me about his routine all night. I almost just got myself off instead.”

Something flickers in Jaehyun’s gaze, and it’s gone so quickly that you might’ve missed it.

“I can’t imagine why that would be preferred, especially when you have most of the male population lining up to get a taste of you.”

There’s a hidden implication in his words, and you take the chance.

“Are you part of that male population?”

He smirks at your question. Before he has a chance to answer, Mingyu’s voice fills your ears again.

“Anyways, my dorm is free and I can afford to miss my next class. Wanna head up? Promise I’ll go down on you as an apology.”

You scoff at Mingyu’s half-assed proposal, and stand to leave. “I’ll pass. Get a watch next time if you want your dick wet. I’m assuming you’re going to finish most of our project since I was waiting here for over a hour.”

Mingyu frowns. “But-“

“But?” You say, raising an eyebrow.

His shoulders slump. “Fine. I’ll finish the damn project.”

You lean over to pinch his cheeks. “Good Mingyu. I’ll see all of you at Minghao’s birthday bash.”

You depart without another word, ignoring the burn of Jaehyun’s stare. When you arrive back to your apartment, Minghao is organizing his wine cabinet while Sicheng talks to Tzuyu at the kitchen counter. You sigh and throw your bag across the island.

“Boys are dumb.”

Tzuyu laughs. “Did Mingyu forget what time it is again?”

“As always,” you confirm, searching for anything consumable in your fridge. As expected, no one’s gone grocery shopping in a week. Guess you’ll have to raid Wonwoo’s apartment tonight.

Sicheng huffs. “Good. I don’t need you getting any more Mingyu germs before Minghao’s party tomorrow.”

“And what does Hao’s party have anything to do with me getting laid?” Sicheng rolls his eyes at your question, and you smile sweetly at him. You decide to favor the leftover pieces of ham sitting at the back of the fridge. “Tzuyu, back me up here. Didn’t you have a good time with Jaehyun two weeks ago?”

Tzuyu’s cheeks flush as she recalls what you’re referring to. At Jungwoo’s party, she and Jaehyun were practically fucking each other in the middle of the living room.

“I guess. He was weird about some things.”

You frown, removing the lid off of the container and shoving a piece of ham in your mouth. “Like what?”

She looks embarrassed to be talking about such intimate things in front of Sicheng, but your roommate is unbothered. He’s heard enough of your escapades to be unfazed by any mentions of sex.

“He didn’t want to look at me when we did it. He told me I had to face the pillow or else he couldn’t cum that way.”

You shrug. “So he likes it from behind. Nothing too weird about that. Which way do you prefer, Sicheng?”

He glares at you. “None of your business.”

You giggle at how cute he is before Tzuyu continues. “I mean, it wasn’t just that. He didn’t really like it when I made noises. I had to be as quiet as possible.”

“Ugh, that’s fucked. Guys can grunt in the nastiest ways possible but they hate it when we make an ounce of noise. I hope you’re not that way, Sicheng.”

His glare burns. “None. Of. Your. Business.”

“Yeah, it was weird. He’s really good in bed though.”

You chuckle. “I would hope so. Anyways, who’s on the guest list for tomorrow night?”

Sicheng sighs, and you wonder if he thinks about moving out and living with a less horny roommate.

“Basically anyone you’ve fucked before since you’ve slept with all of Hao’s friends.”

You frown. “That’s not fun. I like someone new once in a while.”

“No funny business at Minghao’s party, I mean it. We can’t be cutting his cake while you’re getting railed in your room.”

You boop his nose. “No promises.”

—

Sicheng’s done this on purpose.

All of the men at Minghao’s party have flocked away from you, like Sicheng sent them all a mass text before the party started or something. You tried to slide up to Mingyu but then he was quickly taking the offer to do body shots with someone else. It’s as if you would bite all their dicks off with the way they’re running from you.

It’s the middle of the party when you grow tired of hearing Jieqiong’s banter with Jun.

You step out of the apartment for a few minutes and head up to the roof, arms wrapping around yourself to shield from the cold. You know you should’ve went to Wonwoo yesterday, especially since Sicheng has apparently made it a no fuck zone for tonight.

You jump when you feel a jacket moving over your shoulders. You’re even more startled to see Jaehyun next to you.

“Oh, hey. When did you get here?”

He smiles, and it hurts your eyes a little by how pretty he is.

“About a hour ago. I’m not surprised you didn’t notice, considering I could feel your rage from five feet away.”

You laugh dryly. “Did Sicheng send you a text too?”

“No, but Mingyu told me about it. I assume he only sent it to the guys you’ve slept with before.”

You nod. “Yeah, probably. I’m off limits to all males tonight.”

The two of you stand together in silence, gazing out at the view of your city. You’ve never felt an urge to get an answer from Jaehyun before about Yuta’s rumor, but now that he’s here, it’s all you can think about.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why didn’t you say anything about the rumor Yuta spread around in freshman year?”

His back stiffens. The seconds pass in a deafening thump, and you’re starting to feel like you shouldn’t have brought it up.

He finally sighs. “How long have we known each other?”

You blink. Did he really have to respond to a question with another question?

You think back to when you first met Jaehyun and Mingyu. You were only five then, and you screamed in the middle of the classroom because Mingyu had spilled paint all over the front of your shirt. You remember Jaehyun handing you a wipe to clean yourself up, ears bright red.

You grin at the memory. “Since I found out Mingyu was the clumsiest kid on earth.”

He chuckles. “You never really saw it, did you?”

“Saw what?”

You’re even more confused by Jaehyun’s vague ass answers. He averts his gaze from you, and you suddenly feel a lot colder on this rooftop.

“How much I liked you.”

The statement causes you to freeze. So Yuta was right - Jung Jaehyun has loved you since you were five. Still, it doesn’t make any sense. You’ve been fucking Mingyu since high school and Jaehyun never seemed bothered by it, considering he and Mingyu were still best friends. In fact, you’ve been in bed with most of his friend group and he’s never said a word about it. His friends never even mention his liking for you, so you have to assume that they don’t know of it either.

As if he could sense your rampant thoughts running wild, he squashes them.

“I thought you loved Mingyu. I thought that when the two of you first started sleeping together, it would develop into something more. It’s why I never said anything to him. He knew, but I’m sure he thought I didn’t mind.”

You’re baffled. You don’t even know how to respond to this newfound information. Maybe you should’ve stayed downstairs at the party.

“Mingyu is an asshole,” you finally conclude. Jaehyun’s shoulders relax when you speak. “And so am I. I swear, I didn’t know, Jaehyun. I would’ve-“

“You would’ve stopped seeing Mingyu? And Jungkook? And Doyoung, and Wonwoo, and-“

“Okay, okay,” you raise a hand up to stop him before glaring. “You’re not entirely innocent either. I’m friends with most of the girls you’ve slept with too.”

His eyes darken. “And have you asked them what it’s like to be with me? How I have to turn them over and imagine it’s you before I can get hard? How I have to keep them quiet because their moans are too loud or simply because it doesn’t sound like you?” How-“

“Jaehyun,” you whisper, feeling like the wind has gotten knocked out of your chest. You’re also trying to ignore the wetness that’s pooled in your underwear. “Are you saying-“

“I’m saying that I’ve been running circles around you since we were five and you’ve never noticed. I’ve had to hear countless nights of Mingyu and Jungkook talking about how sweet your pussy is when they slide into you. How pretty you are when you’re stuffing their cocks far down your throat. How you let them take you anywhere, any time, because you enjoy it as much as they do.”

You swallow. He’s inches away from you now, hands dancing around your waist carefully. You quickly check the time.

One hour before Minghao cuts his cake. That should be enough.

You grab the fabric of Jaehyun’s shirt, pulling him to you as his lips crash into yours. He grunts, gripping your sides and pressing you against the railing. Your eyes glance down briefly to see how high up you two are.

“Drop me and I’ll kill you.”

He laughs, chasing you again and quickly moving to undress you. You ignore the goosebumps rising on your arms when Jaehyun nips at your neck, fingers dipping into your panties. “So pretty,” he murmurs, licking a stripe across your collarbones. You moan when he slides a finger into your heat. “That’s it, baby. Sound so fucking good.”

He slips another finger in, basking in the glory of your moans. “We have to hurry,” you mumble breathily. “Sicheng will come looking if he knows I’m gone for too long. It’s like he can sense when I’m fucking someone.”

Jaehyun laughs, moving back up to kiss you. “He can watch if he wants to then.”

“I wanna-“ you gasp when he curls his fingers. “I wanna suck you off.”

“Fuck,” he hisses. He’s fingering you faster now, and you can hear the squelch of your wetness fill the air. You gasp, desperately holding onto his forearm. “I’ll fuck your mouth next time, I promise. I need to see you cum now.”

You unravel in no time, moaning loudly as you fall apart on Jaehyun’s fingers. He coaxes you through your orgasm, murmuring praises in your ear. You whimper when he pulls away from you, licking up the remaining essence on his fingers.

“Jaehyun,” you say frantically, pawing at him. “I need you inside me.”

You turn over so that your back is facing him, and you think he’s about to slide your underwear down but instead, he swivels you around.

“Need to see you,” he whispers. “Jump.”

You do as he says, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him with much more fervor. You moan when his hands grip your sides roughly, pressing you against the concrete. You sit on the ledge of the rooftop, trying to ignore the genuine fear of falling.

He’s quickly shoving his jeans down his thighs and you whimper.

“Hurry, Jae.”

“Fuck, baby. I’m here, I’m right here,” he hisses, pulling out his cock and giving it a few strokes. Your eyes widen at the size — he was surely bigger and thicker than Mingyu or Jungkook. He chuckles at your stare, as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking. “Bigger than what you normally have?”

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t tell me you idiots had a dick measuring contest.”

He shrugs. “Maybe.”

Then, he’s pushing your panties to the side and sliding into you. You gasp, his fingers roughly gripping you in place to make sure you don’t fall. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust, thrusting rapidly as soon as he feels you.

“Good little slut,” he grunts. “So pretty and pliant for me. Is my cock too big for you to take, baby?”

“You’re gonna fucking,” you pant, whining when his cock hits you deeper. “You’re gonna fucking split me in half, asshole.”

He grins mischievously. “That’s the goal.”

You’re so lost in the feeling of him that the both of you fail to hear the door to the rooftop open. You’re startled when Sicheng’s voice booms in the air.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! We haven’t even cut the cake yet!”

“Sicheng, I-“ you shamelessly whimper when Jaehyun hits your sweet spot, not slowing down in the slightest despite Sicheng watching. “W-We’ll be d-down before Hao c-cuts the cake.”

“Horny assholes,” you hear your roommate mutter before the door to the rooftop is closing again.

Jaehyun chortles. “He should’ve sent that text to me too if he was so concerned.”

“Fuck him,” you groan. “And fuck me harder.”

He listens to your command, pushing into you so deep that you almost fall off the ledge. You scream as your upper body dangles off the rooftop, but you can hear Jaehyun’s giggle. Your fear is overtaken by arousal when you realize his cock is hitting you deeper in this position.

“Cum, cum,” you whisper. “I’m cumming.”

He groans when you tighten around him, convulsing around his cock. When you recover, he’s hoisting you back up, bringing your chest to his as he carries you. You have no idea where he’s going, but with every step, his cock slides deeper into your soaking cunt.

The door to the rooftop is opening again and you realize you’re in the stairwell.

“Get down, hands on the railing.”

You shakily follow his command, ignoring the wobble of your legs as you grip the metal bars. He’s pushing into you again before you can take a breath.

“I-I thought you needed to see me,” you say, your back turned to him.

“You’re right.”

Then, he’s pushing you against the wall with force and abusing your pussy. You practically scream, clawing at his back while he pounds you into the wall.

“Do you want to know exactly what Yuta heard three years ago?” He groans against your neck. You can barely form coherent sentences, and you’re pretty sure you had another orgasm that you haven’t even revived from. “He heard me desperately fucking my cock into my hand, whimpering your name. All I could imagine that day was the little short dress you wore to Yugyeom’s party, and how Jungkook’s hands were all over you as soon as you stepped through the door. I fucking came so hard that I had to wash my sheets before Mingyu came back to the dorm.”

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” you whisper frantically. You’re unraveling again — cumming around his cock while he fucks you hard. “Cum with me. Inside, cum inside. Please, please.”

He grunts lowly. “Yeah? You want my cum? What about the rest of them — how many of them have spilled inside you?”

“I’ll keep it in,” you promise him, just wanting your hole to be filled. “I’ll walk around Hao’s party with your cum dripping down my thighs. How does that sound?”

And he’s groaning, giving one final thrust before he empties inside of you. You gasp at how much cum he has to give you, some of it spilling down your lips and onto the floor.

The both of you are panting lowly, trying to recover from your orgasms. You faintly hear a chorus of people singing Happy Birthday two floors down.

“Fuck, Sicheng’s gonna kill us.”

#nct smut #nct scenarios #jaehyun #jaehyun smut

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