#their live performances leave me in awe each time they are so good at playing their goofy ass songs live i'm yelling

[riemmetric]

Powerwolf is such a silly band. The face paint. Furry art for album covers. Sacrilegious lyrics but like in a comedy way. What the hell is Resurrection by Erection? Are you 12? And then I watch their live performances and I'm like this is insane. This is the best thing I've ever seen. How do they sound this good every time. I must see this band live before I die. I must see them live now.

[lalalovejay]

|| NDA || ~ Lee Heeseung

♤Pairings: idol!heeseungXfem!fangirl!reader

♤Synopsis: Attending the New York show for Enhypen's first world tour, you find yourself in quite the predicament when a man approaches you and your best friend with a question that leaves you absolutely flabbergasted.

"Would you be willing to sign an NDA?"

♤Warnings: just straight up smut with a little plot, dom!heeseung, sub!reader, protected sex, cunnilingus(f!receiving), p in v, use of pet names (good girl, sir, princess, angel), use of derogatory names (slut, whore), blowjob(m!receiving), fingering(f!receiving), hair pulling, choking, I think that's it

♤Author's Note: This is 1000000% delusional and not based on any true stories. This is my first time writing smut on this platform, so please give me some feedback to help me do better next time! I would really appreciate it:) Also, this has been in my drafts for monthsssss so I finally finished it lol

(MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

"Hey, you ready to go?" Lucy asks you as she pulls on her boots.

"Yeah, one sec." You say before applying lipgloss over your red stained lips.

Grabbing your bag and lightstick, you follow your best friend out of your hotel room. Lucy skips down the hallway as you laugh at her giddiness.

"I can't believe we're actually gonna see them live! I'm so fucking excited!" Lucy squeals as you both reach the elevators.

Pressing on the button, you look over at her with an excited smile on your face.

"I can not wait to see Jake in real life. I'm so down bad for that man." You sigh at just the thought of him.

Lucy giggles and agrees.

"I need Sunghoon to read my sign and send me a kiss. After that, I can die in peace." She jokes along with you.

The elevator doors ding open before you both step in. Pressing the button for the lobby, you both patiently wait for the elevator to reach the ground level before stepping out.

"What if during Polaroid Love they come up to our section?! Please! I need Heeseung to sing to me!" Lucy groans as she imagines the man staring deep into her eyes as he serenades her.

You giggle at your friend who begins to daydream of concert scenarios.

"If they do come up to our section, I hope I can get Jake's attention." You say as you look down at the Jake photocard that hangs on your concert bag.

"I mean, we're hot. We're bound to get someone's attention, right?" Lucy jokingly says as you two exit the hotel doors and walk to the subway station.

After taking the subways to the venue, you both get in line as the time for the show to start inches closer. You both were able to get your hands on some freebies and banners while you waited.

Going through security and finding your seats, you two excitedly take pictures and videos of the venue and other fans in the crowd as you all wait for the show to begin.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! We're actually here!" You squeal at Lucy, who matches your energy as she holds your hand.

"Please! I need one interaction, and I'll be the happiest girl alive!" She says as she stares at the stage a few feet away from where your section was.

You two were able to find fairly good seats with an amazing view of the stage on the right side of the venue. Only a few rows up and at the end of the row in the aisle. Praying that the boys would come up to your section when they performed Polaroid Love.

Soon, the intro music began to play as the lights dimmed. The VCR begins playing as everyone screams. Lightsticks waving in the air as the screen begins moving. The 7 members of Enhypen on stage ready to give a performance of a lifetime for their loving fans.

You and Lucy scream as your biases face pop up on the big screen. Their stares are very intense as they each get into position to perform their opening song.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! JAKE MOTHER FUCKING SIM!" You scream as he pops up on screen once again.

The concert goes on as planned. Each performance leaves everyone in awe. You and Lucy fangirling like no other. On this particular night, the fans had come up with a project for Heeseung as it was his birthday. While the members had their talking moment, the fans began singing Happy Birthday when the screen showed Heeseung. His smile was wide as he listened to the fans and members sing him a happy birthday.

In that moment, something switched in you. You always knew that Heeseung was a very attractive man. He was everything a girl wanted. Tall, handsome, funny, sweet, and good at everything.

"I think he just bias wrecked me with that smile." You tell Lucy as your eyes stayed glued onto Heeseung, who laughs slightly as he says his words.

Lucy laughs as she follows your line of sight to the man. His hair had been styled to show his forehead. He was absolutely glowing on his birthday.

"Don't tell Jake." You jokingly threaten Lucy as she shakes her head with a knowing smile on her face.

"Little Miss, I only want Jake Sim, is finally joining the dark side. Lee Heeseung will eventually have you wrapped around his finger. It's a canon event." Lucy says in a matter of fact tone as she goes back to ogling over Sunghoon, who began speaking.

For the rest of the night, your eyes tried to stay on Jake, but you found yourself searching for Heeseung every now and then. His stage presence was very overwhelming, and had you wishing you could see his beautiful face up close.

When Polaroid Love began playing, you and Lucy sang along, not really getting your hopes up of them coming to your section. The moment they ran off stage and began roaming the crowd, you and Lucy screamed in happiness.

Suddenly, the spotlight was shown in your section. You and Lucy look at each other with wide eyes.

"No.fucking.way." She says as you both look back at the group of boys making their way to your section.

You and Lucy scream, even louder, as they get closer. Jungwon leads the way as Jake, Niki and Heeseung follow behind. You and Lucy both stand next to each other as they walk by, Jungwon giving you both a kind smile and a high five. Jake smirks slightly as he sees the 'Jake' sticker on your lightstick. Lucy records the whole thing. Jake sends you a flying kiss before walking further up. Your eyes were too focused on the man to notice that Heeseung was standing directly in front of you after Niki passes by finishing Lucy's hand heart. Lucy pulls on your shoulder to get your attention, her own mouth agape as Heeseung stands in front of you both.

You swing back around and come face to face with a pair of dark eyes, a glint of playfulness swimming in them. You gasp as Heeseung smirks, bringing the mic to his lips as he begins singing to you. Your eyes widen as his eyes stare deeply into your own.

He sends a wink before following after the other boys who begin making their way back to the stage.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?" Lucy screams as she shakes your shoulders.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" You scream back as you both fangirl over your interactions.

"I GOT IT ON CAMERA!" Lucy realizes as she looks down at her phone in her hand.

"Send it to me!" You say as you look back to the stage where they continued performing.

As the night goes on, you could have sworn that Heeseung had been glancing at your section for the rest of the concert. He interacted more with your side, and his eyes found your own a few times throughout the night.

"He wanna fuck." Lucy jokes as she catches Heeseung looking over again.

You chuckle as you enjoy the moment. Trying not to feel super flustered at the whole interaction you had with Heeseung knowing that he was just really good at fan service and you didn't want your delusions to get the best of you.

As the concert comes to an end and you all sadly have to say your goodbyes, the screen closes on the members as the lights turn on once again. You and Lucy stay seated as everyone around you picks up confetti and takes pictures or videos.

"I'm shook. Sunghoon sent me a kiss. I can die happily." Lucy dreamily says as she rewatches her concert videos.

"Let me see the Heeseung interaction again, I need to relive it." You ask Lucy as she scrolls through her camera roll to find the video.

Just as she was about to press play, you felt a tap on your left shoulder. You quickly look up to see who it was that had tapped you. A young Korean man stood before you both. The staff lanyard hanging around his neck.

"Yes?" You ask curiously.

You hoped you hadn't done anything wrong for the staff to come to you personally.

"Hi, I'm part of the staff traveling with the artists. I was asked by their manager to come get you both. He has a few questions and would like to talk." He tells you in a hushed voice so no one else could hear.

Lucy looks at you confused. You look back at her with the same expression.

"Uh, sure?" You say as you get up.

He leads you both towards the exit and into a door that says, 'Employees Only'. Lucy looks over at you nervously as you walk down a narrow hallway bustling with staff cleaning up. The man leads you to a door that says 'Management' and knocks twice.

"Come in!" A voice booms from inside.

He opens the door and steps to the side to allow you both to enter. You look over at Lucy uneasily but step in anyway. There were a lot of people around, so if anything happened, you would be able to scream for help. Lucy follows behind you hesitantly, and the man shuts the door once you both enter.

Two men sit on the couch and chair of the room as you both stand there awkwardly. You notice that the two men were Enhypen managers. Recognizing them instantly because of airport photos.

"Hello! I'm Sejin. Please, sit." The older man introduces himself and gestures to the two chairs across from them.

You look over at Lucy, who just shrugs and takes a seat. You follow her move and sit in the chair beside her.

"Are we in some sort of trouble?" Lucy asks as her eyes glance around the room nervously.

"Not at all! This discussion has to be private in order to protect our artists' image, so we asked to see you in private without the prying eyes and ears. My name is Woobin, by the way." Another manager tells you both.

"So what is this about?" You ask curiously.

Your eyes narrow in on the papers and pen sitting on the table in front of you all. The big letters, 'NDA', are boldly printed at the top. Your eyes widen slightly as you realize what's about to happen. You had only heard stories of this type of thing and never expected it to happen to you.

"Before we discuss any further. Would you be willing to sign an NDA? We can not disclose the topic of this conversation unless we have your full trust that you will not leak, speak, or even hint at having this conversation with us." Sejin asks the two of you.

You look over at Lucy, who looks back at you with wide eyes. Both of you realized exactly what they wanted to talk about.

"Before you make any decisions, may I ask your age and for your ID to confirm?" Woobin asks.

"I'm 21, and she's 20." You say as you and Lucy pull out your own IDs to show them.

Woobin looks it over before handing them to Sejin, who examines them as well. He nods his head before handing them back to you.

"So, will you sign? If you don't feel comfortable with it, it is understandable, and we'll have another staff member walk you two out safely." Sejin reassures you both of your safety.

"I'll sign." Lucy is the first to speak up.

You look at her in bewilderment.

"Lucy." You say her name to gain her attention.

"What? I want to know what they want to talk about. Besides, it's only an NDA. If you read the fine print, you should be fine before signing." Lucy says as she grabs the papers that lay on the table.

You sigh and grab them as well. Reading through the pages, eyes scanning over every printed word down to the page number that is printed on the bottom corner.

"Are you seriously gonna do this?" You ask Lucy.

"When will we ever get the chance to sign an NDA contract with an idol groups manager that we stan? Never. So, yes, I'm doing this." Lucy says as she gives the two men a small smile and picks up the pen to sign her name on the contract line.

You sigh as you contemplate for a little longer. You don't want Lucy to go through this alone. Worried about her safety you stupidly sign your name on the contract as well.

Handing the two contracts back to Woobin, he and Sejin sign their own names and place the contract into a small folder.

"Perfect. Now we can get to talking. The reason for this conversation is that 2 of our artists have asked to meet you both. If you agree, we will have a staff car pick you up from your accommodations and bring you to the artist hotel where you two will meet. Whatever happens between you both must be consensual, or it will be a breach of contract. It must be kept secret and hidden from others, or it will be a breach of contract. Do you both understand?" Sejin begins explaining.

"Yes." You and Lucy say.

"Good. If you would like to meet the 2 artists, you can give us a call at this number, and we will send a car to pick you up. This is all with your own consent, of course. If you decide not to, this conversation will stay between us, or it will be a breach of contract. We will not force you two to do anything you do not consent to. Our top priority is the safety of our artists and of you if you choose to meet with them." Sejin continues and hands you both a small card with only a phone number printed on it.

"Can I ask who the 2 artists are? And which of them asked for who?" Lucy asks them.

"Our artists Sunghoon and Heeseung. Sunghoon has asked for you, Miss Lucy. And Heeseung has asked for you, Miss (Y/N)." Woobin informs you both.

Lucy looks over at you in shock. Her bias had asked to meet with her. While you, on the other hand, had your bias wrecker of the night asking to meet with you.

"Oh 100% I am A okay to meet with Sunghoon." Lucy squeals as the information settles in.

You couldn't believe this was actually happening. Lee Heeseung had asked to meet with you. You. Of all the people he saw in that crowd tonight.

"Well, we have Miss Lucy's consent. How about you, Miss (Y/n)? If you still need time to think about it, we completely understand and will be a phone call away awaiting your answer." Sejin says.

"Okay." You whisper.

"I'm sorry?" Sejin asks, not hearing you properly.

"I said okay. I agree to meet with Heeseung." You tell him a little louder.

Your heartbeat drums in your ears as you continue to let the information sink in. Lucy squeals happily beside you as the two men give you both a reassuring smile.

"Great! You're more than welcome to return to your accommodations. The 2 should be back in their hotel rooms right about now. Since today is Heeseung's birthday, he will be doing a live before meeting with you. Will you both be okay with meeting the two around 12:30 am?" Sejin asks.

Lucy quickly nods her head.

"Yes! We'll be ready by then." She answers for you both.

Sejin smiles.

"Perfect. Just call the number when you're ready. Woobin will escort you ladies out. It was nice meeting you both." Sejin says and reaches his hand out for a handshake.

You take his hand and give it a firm shake in gratitude as Lucy does the same after you. Woobin gestures for you two to follow him out of the room and back into the once bustling hallway. The staff had cleaned up pretty much everything, and the hallway was now empty. He leads you towards the exit and allows security to walk you out the door.

Once you two make it outside, Lucy jumps up in excitement.

"Oh my god....that just happened." You finally realize the situation you were both in.

"I'm gonna get dicked down by my bias. This is fucking wild." Lucy laughs as she wraps an arm around your shoulders.

"I knew Heeseung wanted to fuck when he came up to you with that look in his eyes. He wanted you so bad, I'm telling you." Lucy says as you both walk back to the subway station.

Getting back to your hotel room, Lucy quickly rummages through her luggage for something presentable to wear for Sunghoon.

"Good thing we got waxed for this trip." Lucy jokes as she pulls out an over-sized button-up and a pair of biker shorts.

"I'm gonna rinse off the sweat from the concert. Feel free to look through my clothes if you don't have anything." Lucy winks at you before walking into the bathroom.

It was currently 11:56pm. Your weverse notifies you that a member of Enhypen was now live. Unlocking your phone, you click on the notification that brings you to the app and into the live. On the screen pops up Heeseung with his birthday cake. He's dressed in a black hoodie with the hood up. His dangly earrings sway every time he moves his head.

His bare face takes your breath away as you realize that you will be meeting with this man in less than an hour. You quickly rummage through your luggage for something to wear as the live continues playing in the background. Opting for something casual yet easily accessible, you pull out a pair of spandex and a hoodie. Opting for the only matching set you brought with you, the lacy white set begs for you to wear it and finally get some action. You weren't even sure what possessed you to bring a lingerie set in the first place, but you thanked the gods you did.

Lucy comes out from the bathroom dressed in her button-up and shorts. Her hair had been recurled slightly to give it a little more volume. You could tell she had retouched her makeup as well.

"Heeseung is live right now. I'm gonna rinse off as well and change." You tell Lucy as you walk into the bathroom with your clothes.

Lucy immediately snatches your phone and watches the live. Giggling as she realized the other members had entered and began celebrating with him.

After you get ready and make sure you have all your things, Lucy dials the number on the card. It was currently 12:23 am. The person on the other line asks for the hotel name and says that a car would be ready for them in 10 minutes.

Nerves settle into the pit of your stomach as the time inches closer and closer.

"Am I really about to have a one night stand with Lee Heeseung?" You ask Lucy who only laughs at your question.

"Yes. You're about to get a taste of South Korea." She winks at you before pulling you out the door and towards the elevator.

The entire ride to the hotel had your stomach in twists. Nerves eating at you as you enter the hotel Enhypen and their staff were currently staying in. You play with the hem of your hoodie as you both ride the elevator up to the floor the members are currently staying on.

"Sunghoon is in room 70G, and Heeseung is in 72G." The staff member informs you both as you reach the 7th floor of the hotel.

"Thank you." You say to the staff member as you exit the elevator.

Lucy holds your hand tightly as you walk down the quiet hallway towards the rooms. Your eyes scan the numbers on the doors, searching for the one that currently occupies the idol who had asked to meet you. You both reach 70G first. Meaning Lucy will be leaving you alone for the rest of the night.

"Have fun." Lucy winks at you before knocking on the door.

A moment later, the door is being pulled open by none other than Park Sunghoon himself. His eyes glance over at you for a second before going back to Lucy.

"Hi." He says quietly as he opens the door a little wider for Lucy to enter.

Lucy gives you a thumbs up before stepping in. Sunghoon bows his head slightly to you before shutting the door behind Lucy.

You mentally curse at yourself as you awkwardly walk to the room with 72G plastered on its door. Taking in a deep breath, you bring your hand up to knock on the door. You hear shuffling and the sound of someone walking over before the door is being pulled open. Heeseung stands before you with his hood still on the way you had seen it when you were watching his live earlier.

"Hi." You manage to squeak out as Heeseung's eyes look you up and down.

A different look in them now compared to the sweet eyes you had seen on his live. He smirks slightly.

"Hi." He says back to you before stepping aside and pulling the door open wider to allow you entry.

You nervously step forward and enter the hotel room. Heeseung closes the door behind you both and leads you further into the room. You see the partially eaten cake sitting on the desk and the fallen balloons on the second bed.

"Uh, I just ended the live not too long ago, so don't worry about the camera." Heeseung reassures you as he points at the camera that sits on the tripod in front of the cake.

You already knew that because your phone had been playing his live the entire time you were on the way over. He had ended the live before you reached his door.

"No worries!" You smile up at the man before you.

His height towering over your small frame as you awkwardly shift from leg to leg. Heeseung chuckles before taking your bag from your hand and setting it on the table behind him.

"So, what's your name?" He asks you as he sits down on the rolling chair and gestures for you to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

You follow his lead and sit down before stuffing your hands in your hoodie pockets out of nervousness. Heeseung was wearing a pair of gray sweats along with his black hoodie that looked so good on him. His face looked 10 times better bare. His smile sent arrows into your heart, whereas his smirks sent a chill down your spine.

"My name is (Y/n)." You tell him as your eyes dart around the room.

Heeseung finds you cute as you try not to make eye contact with him.

He chuckles before getting up from the chair and standing in front of you. Your eyes widen as you look up at him from your seated position. The tension filling the air quickly. His eyes hooded as he looked down at you with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

"You're very pretty." Heeseung compliments you.

He brings a hand up to cup the side of your face. Thumb pressed gently on your bottom lip.

"Is this okay?" He asks you.

You can't speak. Only nodding your head slightly.

"I need words, princess. Can I touch you?" He asks.

His voice two tones deeper than usual. The arousal clear in his eyes. You feel the butterflies swarming your stomach at the pet name.

"Yes." You say as you continue looking up at him with slightly wide eyes.

Heeseung smirks.

"Good girl." He says before pressing his thumb past your lips and onto your tongue.

You raise a hand up to wrap around his wrist gently. Closing your lips around his thumb, you suck on his finger. Heeseung chuckles at the sight of you.

"Are you gonna let me ruin you tonight, angel?" Heeseung pulls his thumb from your mouth to allow you to answer him.

"Yes, sir." You find yourself falling into submission for him rather quickly.

Heeseung's eyes darken at the name given to him.

"How do you like it, baby? I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable." Heeseung asks.

Reassuring you that he won't take advantage of you and will abide by your consent.

"I like it rough, sir. Wanna cry for you. Wanna make you feel good, sir." The confidence rising in you as Heeseung's eyes eat you up.

"Fuck." He groans before leaning down to crash his lips against your own.

Your hands find their way into his hair, gripping at the roots as one of his hands wraps around your throat gently, and the other slides up your hoodie to grip your waist. Pushing you down on the soft bed, lips smacking, teeth clashing, tongues colliding. The kiss is heated and messy as you both move further up along the bed to get into a more comfortable position.

Heeseung has his knees on either side of your hips, trapping you beneath him. His hand that grips your waist moves up slightly to touch the underside of your right boob. You sigh at the feeling of his some what rough hands on your skin.

"Take it off." Heeseung commands, gesturing to your hoodie.

You waste no time sitting up slightly to pull off your hoodie and toss it to the side. Your white lace bra cupping your tits perfectly on display for Heeseung to see. He moans slightly at the sight, his hands coming down to grope them.

"You look so pretty in white, angel. Is this all for me?" Heeseung asks.

You moan at his touch. Heeseung places kisses from your jaw down to your neck. Sucking harshly and leaving marks down your clavicle to your chest. One of his hands pulls down the lacy cup of the bra and frees your left breast. Nipples hard as your arousal kicks in. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

"Yes, sir. All for you." You moan out when he begins teasing your nipple.

Heeseung wraps his lips around the free breast, sucking and biting on your nipple while his other hand continues groping your other one. Giving both of your boobs plenty of attention. You feel the wetness pooling in your panties at the stimulation.

"So good, sir." You moan.

Praising Heeseung for the pleasure he's giving you.

Heeseung pulls away to slip off his own hoodie. Staring down at you with lust filled eyes. You admire his body. Lean and fit. His abs faintly showing and his v-line directing your eyes to his achingly hard cock straining against his sweatpants. Just the outline alone had you drooling. He was big. Long and thick.

Heeseung smirks down at you as he catches you shamelessly gawking over his naked torso.

You gulp slightly as you meet his dark eyes once again.

"You can touch me, angel." He chuckles.

Your hands move on their own accord as they roam down his chest. Feeling his hot skin beneath your palms. Every dip of his muscles. You were in absolute shock that you were touching one of your idols in this way.

Heeseung places a hand on your own, guiding you further down to where he wanted to feel you the most. Palming his hard on with your own soft hands, he groans at the contact.

"Was thinking about this the entire time I was performing. Saw you screaming so prettily for us. Wanted to hear you scream my name only." Heeseung tells you.

You gasp as he wraps your fingers around his clothed cock. Your thighs squeezing together underneath him.

"Wanna see you, sir. Wanna have my mouth full of you, please." You whine.

He smirks at your words.

"Anything you want, princess." Heeseung says before sliding off the bed to help you down on your knees.

You stare up at him through your lashes as you slide his sweatpants further down his hips and past his mid thigh. Dragging his briefs down with it. His aching cock springing up to gently slap at his lower stomach. The tip red and leaking with precum. His dick print did nothing in preparing you for his actual bare cock. It was a pretty pink with a few prominent veins from the base to the tip. He was long and fairly thick.

You lick your lips as you look up at Heeseung for permission to continue. He chuckles before pulling on your hair and holding it back for you.

"Go on, angel." Heeseung gives you the go.

You wrap a hand around his base, squeezing slightly to get a good feel of his weight. He hisses through his teeth when he finally feels your soft hands wrapped around him. His dark eyes never once leaving your dirty ministrations below him. You collect some saliva into your mouth before spitting on his cock. Using it as a lubricant to move your hand quicker up and down his dick. He groans as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. Sucking lightly and licking his slit. Your other hand comes up to grope his balls. Toying with them as your lips move further down his hard length. The feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him has Heeseung in a daze.

"Fuck. You're not an angel at all. You're just a filthy cock whore aren't you? Letting someone you don't even know fuck your mouth like this. I'm gonna fuck you so hard and ruin you for anyone else. Not even Jake would be able to please you like I will." Heeseung harshly says as he takes over and thrusts his cock down your throat.

You gag slightly at his sudden move. Not prepared yet to take him so far. Your eyes water as he pulls out of your mouth with his tip resting on your bottom lip. Heeseung smirks before slipping his cock back in your mouth, fucking your face for his own pleasure. You said you liked it rough so Heeseung was gonna give you just that.

You obediently sit on your knees and let him fuck your throat. Trying to relax your muscles as much as you could with him slipping further and further down. Your hands grip onto his flexed thighs, nails leaving an imprint on his fair skin as you try and breathe. The sounds of you gagging and Heeseung's groans fill the room entirely. You stare up at the man before you, looking god sent as he basks in the feeling of your mouth.

"Fuck me." He curses as he feels his orgasm approaching.

He looks down at your teary eyes, cheeks red and lips puffy. God, you looked so beautiful.

"Gonna cum for my cock whore. Are you gonna take it all, baby? Be my good girl?" Heeseung asks as his thrusts slow down slightly to grant you some mercy.

You nod your head, greedily sucking in as much air as you could before Heeseung decides to slip down your throat for much longer this time. Tears fall from your eyes at the sudden move. You couldn't breathe but you tried your best to get Heeseung to cum quickly.

He groans as he feels his orgasm washing over him. Releasing his cum down your throat.

"Fuck!" He moans out, throwing his head back at the feeling of his high.

He pulls out of your mouth, his cock still semi-hard as he watches you swallow his cum. A few drops dripping down your chin. Heeseung swipes his finger across your chin to pick up the rest of his cum that dripped past your lips. He slips his cum coated finger into your sore mouth, letting you suck the rest of it off. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out to show him that you had swallowed it all like a good girl.

"What a dirty whore." Heeseung smirks before pulling you onto your feet and crashing his lips against your own.

You whimper against his tongue that intrudes your mouth. Tasting you and his own cum on your tongue. His hands snake around your body and greedily unclasps your bra. You gasp against his lips at the feeling of your bare chest meeting the cool air of the room.

"The most perfect pair of tits I've ever seen." Heeseung compliments.

Pushing your body gently onto the bed, your back against the soft sheets. Heeseung pulls your shorts down, leaving you in nothing but your lace panties.

"I wanna taste you, baby. Will you let me have a taste?" He asks you as he lays in between your open legs.

Kissing up your soft thighs closer and closer to your needy core. You moan at the feeling of his soft lips against your warm skin.

"Yes, sir. Want you so bad. Please. Please. Please." You give him consent to eat you out.

Heeseung wastes no time in diving in. The sweet smell of you intoxicating his senses. He kisses your wet slit through your lace panties. The embarrassingly wet patch soaking through the thin fabric. Bringing his fingers up to your clothed pussy, he slips the thin material to the side allowing him to see your pretty pussy up close. Blowing slightly on your sensitive core, teasing you to wrap your thighs around his shoulders.

"Don't tease, sir. Please. Been so good for you." You beg him.

"Wanna take my time with you, angel. I don't know if I'll ever be able to have this pussy ever again." Heeseung says before licking a stripe up your folds to your clit.

Sucking on the sensitive bud, you moan out loud at the pleasure that travels up your spine. Your needy pussy finally getting the attention it wanted. Your right hand finds solace in Heeseung's hair, gripping harshly making Heeseung moan against your cunt. Your left hand grips onto the pillow you're currently laying on. The sweet pleasure sending you into a state of euphoria. You've never been the biggest fan of someone eating your cunt but the way Heeseung absolutely makes out with your pussy like it's the only thing he lives for has you on cloud nine.

"FUCK!" You scream out when you feel Heeseung's two fingers enter your tight hole.

His fingers curling just right against your warm walls. Lips sucking and tongue licking your pussy like a man starved. Heeseung watches your every expression. The way your eyes roll back and clench shut every time he sucks on your clit. How your head is thrown back when his fingers reach deeper inside of you. He probably enjoyed this more than you were. His cock already achingly hard once again at just your noises alone. The way you moan out curse words and his name.

He wasn't sure how he was supposed to let you go after this. He was drunk on you and your body. The way it reacted to him had him praying he'd see you again after this.

You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as Heeseung sucks harshly on your clit.

"DON'T STOP! OH GOD I'M GONNA CUM!" You tell Heeseung.

His fingers pump in slightly quicker to get you to reach your high. Heeseung is messy as he laps at your cunt. It only takes him one last pump of his fingers to have you tipping over the edge.

"FUCK ME!" You moan out as your legs shake around his shoulders.

Locking him in as he licks you through your orgasm. Your cum dripping out and around his fingers, staining his chin and the sheets below you both.

You whimper as the overstimulation settles in. Unlocking your weak legs from around his shoulders and pushing his head away from your sensitive pussy.

"Too much, sir." You weakly tell him.

The aftershocks of your mind blowing orgasm leaving you hazy.

"Tastes so fucking sweet, baby girl. Could eat you for the rest of my life." Heeseung says, sucking on his cum soaked fingers.

You bite your lip at the sight of him. His eyes are hooded and dark, his face filled with pure pleasure.

"Fuck me please, sir. Wanna feel your big cock stretching my pussy. It's all yours, sir. All for you, Heeseung." You whine.

Sitting up from your position, lips attaching to his once again to taste yourself on his tongue. Heeseung slips out of his sweats and briefs. Pumping his hard cock and pushing you back down on the bed. His lips never leaving your own as he pushes your knees up to your chest.

"Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you're cumming around my cock, princess. Wanna see you cry for me like you promised. Make me the happiest birthday boy, yeah?" Heeseung teases you.

"Yes, please. Wanna give you the best birthday gift, sir." You tell him.

Heeseung pulls out a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. Ripping the wrapper with his teeth, he rolls the condom onto his hard cock and aligns himself with your tight hole. You both gasp as the tip of his cock slips into your wet pussy. Not wanting to waste any more time teasing. Heeseung stares deeply into your eyes. Pushing your knees further down against your chest, he slips into you deeper. Moaning at the feeling of your tight and warm pussy wrapping around him, Heeseung slips a hand around your neck and lightly squeezes.

He bottoms out in your pussy, pushing all the way in in one swift movement. You whimper when you feel the tip of his cock push past your walls and kiss your cervix. He was definitely the biggest and thickest cock you've ever had. The slight pain quickly turning into pleasure.

"Please fuck me, sir. Want it rough. Wanna cum on your cock so bad." You say breathlessly as you stare into Heeseung's eyes.

"Fuck." Was all Heeseung could say before pulling out of your pussy and slamming back in to you roughly.

His hips move mercilessly as he thrusts into your soaking cunt at a pace that has you seeing stars. You weren't even sure where all this strength came from. He had just finished an almost 3 hour concert yet he was fucking into you like he had all the stamina in the world.

Heeseung's hand squeezes your neck tighter. His cock brushing against your womb with every thrust.

"So. Fucking. Tight." He groans out the words between each quick move of his hips.

The sound of skin on skin and your moans fill the hotel room. You completely forget that your best friend was also in the room next door probably also getting her back blown out by Sunghoon.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes!" You can't get a proper sentence out.

Heeseung was fucking you too good. It had been a while since you last got laid, but none of your past sexual partners could ever compare to Heeseung.

He truly was ruining you for anyone else.

"My dirty slut. Pussy so wet and welcoming for me. It's all mine. Say it. Say this pussy belongs to me." Heeseung let's his possessiveness run wild.

He knew you weren't his, but hearing you say it would push him closer to the edge. He needed to hear you say you were his.

"Fuck! It's all yours. This pussy is only yours." Your mind is hazy as the words spill out.

The tightening knot in your stomach about to break away. Tears fall from your glossy eyes as Heeseung tightens his hold around your throat.

"I can feel you clenching around me so tightly, princess. Are you gonna cum? Go ahead and cum all over me, baby. Wanna feel you cream my cock." Heeeseung says as he rests on his knees and pulls your hips higher to fuck into you at a different angle.

The change in position has the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot head-on. A loud moan rips from your throat at the new feeling.

"FUCK! I'm cumming." You let him know before you completely let go of the tight knot.

Your second orgasm washing over your body in waves. Thighs trembling by Heeseung's sides as both his hands move down to grip your waist tightly. He wasn't far behind you as he fucks you through your high and into overstimulation.

"Cum for me, sir. Please." Your eyes glossy, lips parted, and hair a beautiful mess against the white sheets.

Heeseung wishes he could take a picture of just how good you looked at this moment all fucked out on his cock.

"Shit." He moans out as he finally tips over the edge and cums into the condom.

His thighs clench tightly as he shoots his cum into the rubber. It flows out around the base of his cock and slides down the back of your thighs and to your ass. He couldn't believe he came so much that it leaked out from the condom. It's never happened with anyone else he's been with.

Letting your waist go, he leans down to connect your lips once again. This time, it was a little slower and more sensual. Not hungry or needy.

"Thank you." Heeseung says as he pulls away from you to stare at you.

You finally feel the shyness creeping back up on your face as you come out of your sex haze.

"For what?" You ask him after a few seconds of silence.

He smiles his dazzling smile down at you and pecks your lips.

"For giving me the best gift this year." He tells you.

You cover your face with your hands as the heat creeps onto your cheeks. Heeseung chuckles at your embarrassment and presses soft kisses to the backs of your hands and wrist. Gently prying your hands away so he could see you again.

He was still soft inside you, and you felt very sticky between your thighs, but you didn't mind because having Heeseung close to you like this was something you could only ever dream of.

"Let's get washed up, yeah? Then we'll figure out what to do next." He suggests.

You look up at him in slight shock. You expected him to just ask you to leave quietly after this, but his words insinuated he wanted to spend more time with you.

You agree to the washing up part, so Heeseung slips out of you and throws the used condom away. Heeseung asks you to join him in the shower, and so you do. He gently washes you and pampers you with soft kisses against your shoulders and neck. Making you cum for the third time that night on his fingers. Heeseung really couldn't get enough of you.

When you both finished and you were dressed in nothing but one of his large clean shirts, you two lay on the other bed in the room and get to know one another better.

You tell Heeseung about your job back at home, your family, your best friend that was currently still next door, and how you got into Enhypen.

Heeseung tells you stories of his life when he was a trainee, his time on I-Land, the other members, and even about his family.

You two were really getting close, and you hadn't even realized it was nearing 3 in the morning. Talking to Heeseung came easily. He wasn't judgemental and had a comforting aura that just made you feel welcome. You didn't feel like a fan and their idol.

Just you and Heeseung.

Two regular people.

"I don't think I can let you go after this." Heeseung tells you honestly as he looks over at you.

He had been playing with your fingers while you told him about a childhood story.

You feel your heart stop at that moment. Your eyes finding his own to see if he was just saying it to fuck with you or not. A nervous smile plays on his lips as he adverts his gaze to the ceiling. Butterflies swarm in your stomach as you fully observe the actual beauty that makes up Lee Heeseung.

"I think we'll get in trouble if we keep in touch." You tell him.

He sighs and nods his head.

"I know. But.....you can keep a secret, right?" A mischievous look dances in his eyes as he finally looks over at you.

You smirk up at him.

"I didn't sign an NDA for no reason." You joke.

[inevesgf]

PERFECT PAIR ⠀,⠀ arthurtv.

synopsis ✩ what it’s like dating arthurtv!

warnings: mentions of sex, gender neutral!reader.

authors note: went on a little roadtrip this weekend so i spent my time writing some highly requested headcanons for arthur! i have a lot of inspiration to write so hopefully this week i can push out two posts instead of the usual one. xx

• clingy boyfriend energy, but at its finest. just loves to be around you — especially in your arms. hence this, his love language is physical touch with quality time sprinkled in there.

• he loves to watch movies with you. will show you his favorite movies and make you pay attention to every little detail and explain when you miss important things, but you love it anyways.

• loves to take you out on date nights! arthur is one for little adventures so he prefers to do an escape room, go on a hike, etc than stay in or have a fancy dinner.

• is actually the type of person to message you “are you busy this weekend?” and when you say no, he sends you screenshots of plane or train tickets to a weekend getaway as a surprise.

• all about living in the moment — i feel like arthur definitely would take candid photos of you which his camera roll is FULL of. he cherishes these memories more than anything.

• and of course, in return, you also take plenty of a photos of him. i’m sure both of you have folders in your camera roll only dedicated to photos of each other.

• shared playlist that you both cherish soo dearly. definitely filled with songs by the 1975, hozier and lorde — he probably stole most of your music taste from this playlist.

• because of your similar music taste, he also likes to book spontaneous concert tickets once an artist you like is performing near you. he will dance and sing with you in the crowd like you two are the only people on earth.

• he’ll play the playlist loudly in the car with you and you both will sing aloud to every song at the top of your lungs.

• will definitely drive to the beach or stop driving when it’s raining just to crank up the radio and dance in the sand or in the rain with you.

• loves to be near you in anyway. is addicted to you sitting on his lap, minding your own business, while he edits or works on things he needs to.

• big spoon though he doesn’t mind being the little spoon when he hasn’t had the best day. but prefers you to lay your head on his chest and play with your hair.

• loves to hug your from behind while you’re preparing food, etc. he shoves his head into the crook of your neck and sways back and forth as he leaves little kisses on the back of your neck.

• pda does happen between you two, but it’s never anything excessive. arthur will hold your hand while you two are walking and snake his arm around your shoulder or waist when you two are standing around.

• pda does increase when he is drunk though. i imagine you having to pick him up after doing platform roulette with arthur and george — he’s just so exhausted that all he wants to do is lay on you and sleep and pepper your face in hundreds of kisses.

• i have a feeling arthur definitely caught feelings first. maybe you two had mutual friends and you’d see each other at get togethers and parties — everyone would try and convince him to say something but all he could do was look at you in awe because he was so nervous.

• big friends to lovers vibes where he becomes less shy overtime and finally starts to flirt with you — to the best of his ability that is.

• “you’re cute.” “what?” “i said you uhhh look like a fruit.” “that doesn’t make any sense…?”

• eventually, with the help of some liquid courage, he’d confess to you without directly saying that he fancies you.

• “that sounds like you’re flirting with me, mr tv.” “i have been for MONTHS now.” “well you’re not that good at it — but it worked.”

• your first kiss was definitely you trying to make him shut up by interrupting him with one. he would be absolutely shocked, but kisses back because it’s something he’s been wanting for awhile.

• all your friends joke that you wear the pants in the relationship even though you feel like it is mutually shared.

• in the bedroom though, that is, arthur usually likes you to be the more dominant one which you happily oblige too.

• he likes you on top of him, letting your fingers tangle in the back of his hair and pulling on it slightly.

• he allows you to leave hickeys on his neck and collarbones of which he doesn’t cover up. he doesn’t show them off, but likes having them on him as a token of your love.

• talks to his friends about you, especially when he’s drunk and extra in awe of you. he talks about how happy you make him and your little adventures that you go on — it’s sure to make george and chris a little jealous that he is so lucky to have someone like you.

• black cat boyfriend all the way. introverted and intuitive, but lets loose around you and his close friends.

[misshoneyimhome]

But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow I William Nylander & Matthew Knies - Part two 🔥🌺⚡️

Summary; A quote by Hector Urquhart goes "One man's rubbish may be another's treasure" - however, what happens, when the first man realises that it wasn't rubbish after all?

Other notes: Alrighty babes, so here's the continuation (yes, there will be a part three) of the threesome drama I've been imagining 🙃 And if you notice me alternating between the good guy and the bad guy, it's because I'm debating with myself along the way 😉 Anyway, I hope you still find it enjoyable 🤍

Tropes & Warnings; William Nylander x Matthew Knies x reader, Friends to lovers; jealousy; 18+ smut; fingering, protected penetrative sex (p in v); bloody nose, mild "fighting";

Word count; 6.2K+

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost @Fortheloveofnylander

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The game against the Tampa Bay Lightning turned out to be incredibly frustrating and verging on awful for the Leafs. They just didn’t perform at their best, and the Lightning quickly gained the upper hand. Only Auston’s power play goals offered a glimmer of hope for the team, but it was short-lived as they struggled to coordinate effectively.

And what was particularly evident to everyone, especially the team's coaching staff, was the lack of teamwork between players 88 and 23. So, as the game ended with a 4-1 loss for the Leafs, Coach Keefe wasted no time in pulling the two players aside in the corridor.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on between you two… but whatever it is, you better fucking sort it out and stop behaving like spoiled kids.”

“Yes coach…” 

“Sorry, coach…”

It was a stern reprimand, but a necessary one. While neither player had intentionally avoided each other on the ice, their subconscious actions had influenced their performance, which was unacceptable at their level of play.

So, as they stood there in the Scotiabank Arena corridor, exchanging glances, they understood that they had to address the issue. Their focus had to be on the game, and no personal matters should interfere. However, putting this into practice would prove to be much easier said than done.

Once both lads had changed into their regular attire and left the locker room to greet the gathered family and friends, they purposefully avoided you. Not out of desire, but out of necessity.

You seemed to be a source of disruption for both of them, and at that moment, they needed to clear their minds and concentrate on hockey. With the playoffs looming closer, both of them had much to demonstrate.

And in truth, you didn’t mind the avoidance. You weren’t inclined to confront either of them, so the lingering silence among the three of you created a strangely calming atmosphere for the already lacklustre evening.

Even in the subsequent two days, there was minimal communication from both players, leaving you feeling somewhat unsettled. Unsure of the nature of their exchange, you contemplated initiating a conversation, but instead, you welcomed the drama-free days, immersing yourself in work and sidestepping your own conflicting emotions.

However, that all changed when you were picking up your favourite coffee at the quaint nearby café you frequented, and you turned around only to find William's handsome face before you.

“Willy,” you gasped, feeling a sense of déjà vu as if history were repeating itself with his unexpected appearance.

“Hey y/n,” he spoke softly, a charming smile playing on his lips.

“What are you doing here?” you asked tentatively, aware that this wasn’t exactly his usual haunt, though close enough for him to drop by easily.

William chuckled lightly, shrugging as he gestured towards his hands in his pockets. “Just passing by, taking the dogs for a walk,” he nodded towards the window, where you spotted Pablo and Banksy tied up outside, patiently awaiting their owner.

“Oh,” you simply replied, surprised by the slight prickle of disappointment that flickered in your heart.

“And... I sort of... was hoping to bump into you,” William admitted nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided meeting your gaze.

And just like that, the disappointment swiftly faded, replaced by a small smile that crept onto your lips. You couldn’t quite pinpoint why this moment held such significance for you, but seeing William here, making an effort to find you on a Tuesday before the match later, warmed something inside you.

“Oh,” you responded with a gentle smile, still standing amidst the quiet of the small coffee shop. Fortunately, there were few people around, given that it was just before the afternoon rush. “Why... why were you hoping to see me?” you asked softly, the curiosity evident in your voice.

“Well, uh... I mean... I think I just... I just wanted to apologise... for being distant and all...” William began, his tone hesitant as he tried to collect his thoughts and find the best way to express himself. Then taking a deep breath, he timidly continued, “Listen, y/n... I know you’ve started something with Kniesy, and... that you’re happy, but... I’ve come to realise that lately, I’ve just been missing you a lot, and, I know, it’s a pretty mad and shitty thing to do, but... I just know that I really like you  - and I’d hate myself if I didn’t tell you that… I guess I’m sort of... maybe, in love or something…” William released a heavy sigh of relief. “I’m not trying to come between you two, but... at least now you know... sorry.”

You couldn’t believe it. Was he truly serious right now? Just when you were finally making an effort to move on from him, to try and bury the wonderful moments you’d shared, he drops this bombshell.

Lost for words, your eyes nearly glistened as your mind waged an internal battle between wanting to punch him and wanting to kiss him. But instead, you remained still, managing only a soft voice.

“Yeah... this is a pretty shitty thing to do, Willy,” you said, mustering half a smile. “Where was all of this last year?”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his apology sincere. “I guess I was just so focused on hockey that... I didn’t want to risk, you know, feelings messing with it…” he admitted with another sigh. “But as it turns out, they did anyway... and now I fear I’ve lost you for good.”

You had to swallow hard as you noticed the sincerity in his eyes, and you couldn’t deny that his words made your heart sink in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you tried to find the best words to navigate this difficult situation.

“Willy, you could never lose me for good,” you whispered. “But... I didn’t need to see you with someone else to know I liked you... and now, I’m just worried that the only reason you feel this way is because of Kniesy…”

A part of you resisted believing that this was true, but you’d been hurt enough times before to know this seemed like the most likely explanation.

“Y/n, I swear... I mean, seeing you with him did make me realise it, but…” William struggled to find the right words. “It’s not about him... it’s about you. And the other night, when you called me because you were scared... it just hit me how much you really mean to me… But if you say you don’t feel anything for me and you want me to stay away…. Then I promise I will…”

Once again, you found yourself unable to reply, your breath caught in your throat as he left you breathless. His hold over you was a mystery, and you knew he was tearing you apart. Yet, your heart raced as his mesmerising eyes locked with yours and his smile erased all logic in an instant.

“Anyway… I just, uh... I guess I just wanted to tell you that… so, I’ll see you around…”

And with that, he left you in turmoil, your thoughts swirling as you remained breathless and undone. “Fuck...” you muttered under your breath as you watched him casually stroll away with his doodles by his side.

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William Nylander had you completely captivated, and no amount of work could distract you from thoughts of him. His name and face seemed to follow you everywhere, whether on the street, social media, or the radio. And it made sense—he was a hockey star in Toronto, having one of the best seasons of his career, and naturally, he was receiving all the attention he deserved.

And every time you caught sight of his handsome Swedish face; a quiet ‘fuck’ would escape your lips.

But what truly caused the ache was the fact that your heart was torn in two, and you knew you had to confront it. Ignoring it wouldn't make it disappear, especially since both William and Matthew were part of your inner circle of friends, and you would soon see them both again.

And with the playoffs drawing nearer, the players' focus would soon be solely on that, and for good reason. While they had almost secured their spot to advance, the real challenge lay ahead.

So, as you headed to Matthew’s apartment on a fateful Friday evening for a casual dinner and a movie, your hidden agenda was to resolve things. At least within yourself. You knew you had feelings for him, but a part of you couldn’t let go of William either, and you didn’t want to be unfair to Matthew. In your mind, he deserved only the best, and right now, you couldn’t provide that.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a broad smile as he opened the front door, and immediately, you couldn’t help but return the smile. Despite rehearsing how you would approach the situation on your way there, he completely flipped the script as you stepped into his cosy apartment and saw that he had already prepared, or attempted to prepare, dinner. The dining table was set with a cloth and fake candle lights, almost like the most romantic gesture a man had ever made for you. And your heart swelled in that moment.

“Matts…” you breathed softly, wide-eyed, and breathless as you stood frozen in place. “You didn’t have to do this…”

You were taken aback. He was being so sweet that suddenly, all the rational thoughts about ending things slowly faded into the background of your mind.

“I know I didn’t…” Matthew chuckled lightly as he came to stand gently behind you, softly caressing your arms as he smoothly helped you out of your coat. “But I wanted to.”

Matthew Knies wasn’t particularly an expert about romance. In fact, he was a rather typical young boyish lad, with hockey and hanging out with his teammates occupying his thoughts. However, ever since you’d entered the picture, a small part of him wanted to explore the realm of romance. You seemed more mature, with your life seemingly in order and possessing a strong mind - and he wanted to impress you.

So, drawing from his limited experience in past relationships, he saw the chance to woo you in a way he believed William wouldn’t. Recognising that his Swedish teammate had already captured your affection with his sexual talents, charming personality, and grounded demeanour, Matthew decided to take a different approach. He thought that his own mix of youthful innocence yet mature demeanour could work in his favour—romantic gestures with a hint of flirtation.

And it was working.

As the evening slowly unfolded, you found yourself swiftly enchanted by Matthew's charm as you savoured the delightful dinner. Sure, perhaps the culinary skills could have been improved, but that wasn’t the crux of the matter. The important part of the evening lay in the effort Matthew had invested in it all.

And soon, both of you were immersed in hearty laughter, exchanging jokes and interests as you had done countless times before. In that very moment, he was the most important person in your life—someone with whom you could truly be yourself and unwind. His company required little social energy, and it suited you perfectly.

However, as you finished dining and began to clear the table together, what should have been a simple and innocent task took on a more sensual tone. With gentle touches as you manoeuvred around the small kitchen, occasionally brushing against each other and sharing giggles, it was inevitable that the movie night would carry a certain level of sexual tension. 

You tried to maintain your composure, really, you did. However, as Matthew tenderly enveloped you in his strong arm, drawing you nearer to his large, comforting frame while lounging on the sofa, you couldn’t resist the yearning inside you.

The memory of the pleasurable sensation of his lips was all too vivid, and soon enough, you found yourself back in his embrace, your mouths meeting as your fingers tangled in his hair and your tongues intertwined.

It was intense and brimming with desire as you straddled his lap, your body moving against his in a sensual rhythm as his hands explored your form.

Matthew was undeniably attractive, that much was certain. But this wasn’t part of the plan. You weren’t supposed to feel this exhilarated with his chest against yours, your hips moving against him as if your primal instincts had taken control.

No, you were supposed to end things. To explain to him that he deserved someone fully committed to him, not torn in two.

Yet, as you delved deeper into the passionate kiss, there was no room for such thoughts.

Instead, you were consumed by pleasure, gripping his brown locks tighter as he nibbled your lower lip and sighed softly into the kiss.

To be fair, this hadn’t been Matthew’s plan either. He had simply wanted to impress you with a romantic dinner. Yet he didn’t exactly protest when he felt you responding to him. In fact, he felt rather pleased about it, sensing your longing for him as much as he longed for you. Perhaps he had secretly hoped for this to happen, yet he didn’t want to get his hopes up too high, knowing you still had feelings for someone else.

But the moment your lips were locked in a passionate kiss, Matthew’s worries about William faded into insignificance, and his sole desire was for you.

The sensation of your body pressed against his surpassed anything he had imagined. And though he had experienced a glimpse of it before, tonight, he yearned for more, his hard member, evident in the bulge in his trousers, betrayed his most fervent desires.

The small living room was growing warmer with each passing moment, almost overwhelming you as your body yearned for more than just his lips. And when you finally pulled apart to catch your breath, your eyes locked in a lustful gaze, both exhaling deeply as you contemplated what would happen next.

You couldn’t resist the pull towards him. With your core throbbing between your legs and feeling his bulge pressing against you, you lacked the willpower to resist the situation.

And while Matthew took a moment to think it over as well before proceeding, there was no doubt about his desires.

So, summoning the courage, he had gathered from their romantic dinner, he gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as he spoke softly.

“Want to… go upstairs?”

His voice remained steady, devoid of any trace of insecurity, which only fuelled your desire for him. And with a soft smile and a teasing bite to your lower lip, you nodded, encouraging him to effortlessly lift you into his arms and carry you upstairs to his bedroom.

The touch of the younger hockey player was nothing short of exquisite. The way his lips lingered on yours as he eased you onto the mattress was pure bliss. His hands on your curves were both firm and gentle as he explored every contour, slowly undressing you.

In return, you took the initiative to remove his t-shirt, unbuckle his belt, and slide down his jeans. Matthew's physique was simply impressive. His toned torso resembled that of a Greek god, with broad shoulders and hips that were nothing short of captivating.

Likewise, he admired your body as you lounged before him in your underwear. The light blue lace complemented your skin beautifully, while your bra provided just the right amount of support without distorting the natural size of your breasts. Your hips formed a graceful curve, your thighs exuding strength. And as his gaze devoured every inch of you, he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.

Then with a playful smirk, Matthew leaned in for a quick kiss before kneeling back and slowly pulling down your panties, revealing your core to him. And it was a delightful surprise for him to feel your wetness, as he wasted no time in stroking his thick fingers along your folds, preparing you for the pleasure to come.

And it felt good. A soft gasp then escaped your lips as Matthew allowed his fingers to gently penetrate you, stretching you slowly, while your toes curled into the sheets beneath you, and soft moans spilled from your lips as ecstasy washed over you.

The hockey player was utterly captivated by the array of expressions crossing your face as he skilfully massaged your inner walls, surprised by how much pleasure it brought him to please you. Yet, beneath it all, he felt a deeper longing to feel his own length buried within you. The mere sensation of his fingers enveloped by your tightness and warmth caused him to already drip with pre-cum in his boxers. So, with gentle care, he withdrew his fingers before discarding his final piece of clothing.

Matthew was a big boy, much as you had anticipated even before seeing him naked. And as you saw his long and thick member, hard and proud, you were relieved he had used his fingers first. In comparison to William, his proportions were likely similar in scale, but Matthew stood a little taller and broader, so his member naturally slightly larger.

Then rising from the mattress, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as he carefully rolled a condom onto his shaft, your anticipation nearly palpable as you longed to be filled and stimulated. And fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long.

Drawing you into another kiss, Matthew reignited the fire between you, gently parting your legs as he removed your bra, his hands tenderly exploring your rounded breasts. Meanwhile, your fingers threaded through his hair as you pulled him in for a deeper kiss, the mutual longing for the final act palpable between you.

And then, a surge of confidence coursed through you. Biting his lip, you signalled for him to lie back, to which he complied. You weren’t typically the dominant type in bed, but given that Matthew entirely wasn’t either, at least not with you, you seized the opportunity to take control.

So, straddling his hips, you gently guided his cock between your folds, riding it a few times while supporting yourself on his chest. Then, with careful precision, you positioned the tip at your entrance and pressed it in slowly. Gasping, you allowed him to stretch you as you relied on your legs for support, sinking down a little before rising back up, repeating the motion until he was fully inside you.

“Oh, fuck, Matts,” you cried as he filled you completely. He was definitely bigger than William, although lacking the slight curve that would hit your sensitive spot every time.

But as soon as you had adjusted to his size, you gently began to rock your hips, his shaft sliding in and out of your moist cunt with each sensual movement.

Moans filled the room as pleasure engulfed both of you, Matthew's hands finding your hips for support as your tightness brought him a little closer to climax sooner than he expected. But he couldn’t resist the intense sensations. You felt incredible around him, and the faster you rode him, the louder his moans grew, and the nearer he came to the edge.

And it was gratifying to watch him pant beneath you, his eyes occasionally fluttering shut and his breath erratic as he struggled to maintain composure. You sensed his climax approaching, mirroring the impending arrival of your own.

So, with the orgasm building in your stomach, you increased your pace, your fingers digging into his chest while your breaths mimicked his—panting and gasping in unison.

Though it didn’t flow as smoothly and naturally as it had with William, it was still pleasurable. Matthew felt good inside you, and his physique was impressive. Yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. With William, there had been a sense of fluidity, effortlessly moving around and smiling as he brought you to climax.

With Matthew, it required more effort. You had to focus on riding him and bringing yourself closer to orgasm. Even his thumb on your clit didn’t quite get you there, and after a short while, you started to worry that you wouldn’t reach the peak you desired.

However, everything changed when Matthew grew more eager, suddenly flipping you over into missionary position. With his hands on either side of your head, he picked up a faster and harder pace, thrusting into you deeply.

And at this point, the intensity was overwhelming. His large cock overstimulated your walls as he pounded into you with quick and passionate motions. Your hands instinctively grasped the back of his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his lower back as euphoria consumed you entirely. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, your nails digging deep into his shoulder blades as your climax now quickly approached.

It was more fervent and eager than it had been with William, perhaps a bit less refined compared to the older hockey player's skill and experience, yet it felt surprisingly satisfying. Your moans were loud cries mixed with whines of pleasure, and you found your fingers digging deeper than you intended.

But in that moment, neither of you cared. Matthew's mind was entirely consumed by the intensity of the moment, his deep gasps punctuating each eager thrust as he knew he was nearing climax. Despite his desire for a more romantic encounter, your tightness around him was too much to resist.

And with a few final hard pounds, he let out a deep grunt as he released himself, thrusting one last time and pushing you over the edge as well. Loud moans, almost screams, filled the room as both of you reached your peaks, yet the rush of orgasm didn’t linger as long as it had after your encounters with William.

Stop it, you reminded yourself. You couldn’t keep comparing the two.

You had to push every thought of William out of your head as you slowly came down from the high, your mind emerging from the blur as Matthew gently withdrew from you. And despite feeling a twinge of guilt when Matthew returned from the bathroom and pulled you in for a cuddle on the warm, steamed mattress, you pushed it aside.

The fervent and intense sex had shifted back to the romantic and sweet atmosphere that had characterised the beginning of your evening, with Matthew turning to face you, gently stroking your features as he admired your beauty.

Lying on your sides, you let the soft moment linger, the scent of sweat and sex filling the bedroom as you simply enjoyed his tender touches and the comforting atmosphere. And though you had briefly felt guilty, Matthew had a knack for washing away all concerns. In his arms, you felt safe and content, and there was no reason to feel guilty about that. Especially not considering the outcome of your casual relationship with William Nylander, who, for the record, had been the one to avoid any progression into a more serious relationship, and then had the audacity to confess his feelings for you months later, when it was too late.

No, Matthew Knies was different. He was sweet, kind, gentle, and caring. He showed his emotions openly, despite the looming playoffs. He wasn’t afraid of love like William had been, and since you weren’t either, being with him felt incredibly fulfilling.

It should have been a no-brainer.

Matthew embodied everything desirable in a potential partner, despite his younger age. While he may have been slightly less mature, it wasn’t as pronounced as many would assume.

But William had left his mark on you so deeply. It felt as if he had poisoned your mind and heart, his influence spreading through your veins like venom. So, despite the comfort and warmth Matthew provided, you chose not to stay the night after your intimacy, as you reasoned with an early morning and the need for him to focus on the upcoming game. And though being with him felt incredible, you had to admit to yourself that your heart still wasn’t fully committed.

Naturally, he was disappointed, but he understood your reasoning. Part of him knew that the rational and sensible choice would be to let you go and simply focus on hockey and his career. Yet, as you left his apartment, a sense of emptiness lingered. It felt as though you were the missing piece in his otherwise hectic yet successful life.

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As the morning skate approached, Matthew felt like a renewed person. The night with you had been nothing short of wonderful, and as he prepared for the game day, he couldn’t help but smile.

Matthew understood that you weren’t completely devoted to him, at least not yet. However, he was confident that you felt something for him, something deep and profound. In the time he had spent getting to know you, he had learned that you weren’t malicious or intentionally trying to hurt him. You were simply torn between two men you cared for deeply, unable to make a choice.

And he tried to empathise with your dilemma. While he wished you would declare that you had forgotten about his Swedish teammate, he recognised that pressuring you to make a decision would only exacerbate the situation. So, for now, he accepted the situation as it was. Even as he arrived at the training centre, his lips still curved in happiness, and his demeanour did not go unnoticed by his teammates.

“Woohooo,” Auston whistled. “You seem a little too happy over there, Kniesy!”

“What’s brought such a smile to your handsome face?” Gio added, joining in the laughter.

“Or more like who?” Max chimed in with a grin.

It was nothing but the typical banter among teammates that filled the locker room as they all undressed to change into their gear. However, something more profound caught their attention this time, prompting a need for answers.

"Whoa, hold up there, beasty!" Auston nearly shouted, noticing the scratch marks on his fellow Arizona teammate's back. "Who the fuck has been doing some artwork on you?"

"And more importantly," Max chuckled deeply, "what did you do to deserve it?"

Dark chuckles filled the room as more players gathered to admire the nail scratches left from your intense night with the forward the night before.

"Looks like someone got laid last night!" Reaves added with a loud, deep grin. "And who's the lucky girl?"

"Or guy?" Mitch playfully joked.

Matthew took a small breath, glancing over to the empty stall where William would have been sitting if he hadn't been perpetually late, before deciding to speak up. "Her name is y/n," he spoke proudly, perhaps slightly boasting, though it lacked the same satisfaction without William in the room.

"Wait, you mean Willy's y/n?" Auston raised a brow, a light grin playing on his lips.

"Well..." Matthew began to respond, but then Max interjected.

"Oh, she's not Willy's girl anymore, man! Did you see those marks? Seems like our freshman here really showed her what a real man can do!"

Matthew felt a twinge of embarrassment at the words, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pride he felt. He had given you a good time, and the marks you left showcased the pleasure he had provided you.

And he couldn’t help it as his eyes gleamed with pride and he chuckled along with the other players. However, as the door then swung open, the laughter faded into a subdued murmur as William walked in, fashionably late as usual.

"What?" he asked, noticing the not-so-subtle change in atmosphere.

But the boys simply muttered 'nothing' before returning to gearing up for practice before the crucial match. They all sensed it was better to keep things low-key before the match that could either propel them into the playoffs or have them fighting for a few more games.

And it almost worked, until the practice games had William and Matthew facing off on opposite teams.

Initially, it hadn’t been a problem. William had resolved to act maturely about the situation, acknowledging his own villain role in it and allowing you to make your own decisions about how you felt toward each of them.

But as training progressed and he and Matthew found themselves in continuous physical battles on the ice, tension began to mount. What started as friendly hockey banter, suddenly changed when Max couldn't keep his mouth shut, and the atmosphere shifted.

"Looks like Kniesy isn’t just stealing Willy’s girl – he’s also beating his ass on the ice!"

Those words set William's mind spinning. What did Max mean by that?

Yet trying to shake it off, the Swedish forward focused on the training match, but to his frustration, he missed a crucial opportunity for a goal.

“Fucking hell!” he shouted loudly, banging his stick against the boards in frustration.

“Hey,” Auston came over, lightly chuckling. “Just because Kniesy’s sleeping with your girl, you don’t need to take it out on your stick, man.”

It was meant to be nothing but a playful remark, a joke among teammates, but William didn’t find it amusing at all.

“What did you just say?” he asked with a serious tone, more serious than Auston had expected.

"We- well… you know… Kniesy and y/n…" Auston stuttered, realising he might have just sparked something more serious.

“They what?” William asked again, his tone stern as his eyes fixed on the smiling freshman on the ice.

Matthew hadn’t intended to taunt William about his success in winning over a girl, but as the Swede took to the ice once more, an urge within him rose to showcase his newfound confidence and dominance.

As the two players were positioned in front of each other, they were ready to face off. And that's when William couldn’t maintain his composure any longer.

“You slept with her?” His eyes bore deeply into his teammate's, who simply nodded.

“Last night,” Matthew confirmed, prompting William to nod, his throat tightening as he imagined his teammate's hands on you.

“Hmm…” he muttered under his breath, unsure of how to react.

But before he could respond further, Matthew, perhaps emboldened by his newfound confidence, spoke again. “Guess I won her after all.”

And those were the wrong words to utter in William’s presence. Straightening his back, he halted the game and skated closely to Matthew’s face. “She’s not a prize to be won.”

The Swede asserted his dominance over his teammate, causing everyone to pause and observe the unfolding confrontation.

“Come on, Willy,” Matthew huffed, giving his shorter teammate a little push. “You’re just angry because you were the one who treated her like shit... and now she doesn’t want to be with you.”

“Fuck you, Kniesy!” William shot back, but Matthew was ready to defend himself.

“Oh yeah? Well, she did!”

And this had William push back, both physically and verbally, relinquishing the control he had been determined to maintain.

“Well, at least I know I won’t always be her second choice!”

What transpired between the first punch and the two boys ending up in the locker room with ice packs on their faces and towels containing the blood streaming from their noses was a blur to most. It happened so quickly, both players taking swings at each other in a fight far more intense and serious than any on-ice altercation. The coaches naturally intervened, while Tavares and Morgan pulled them apart, and with Reaves and other players chuckling in the background.

It was a coincidence that you had been nearby, as Stephanie had invited you to join her and some of the girls for preparations in case the Leafs continued into the playoffs. But the joy you had felt among the girls froze when you heard what had happened at training, prompting you to swiftly make your way to the Ford Performance Center.

Walking through the halls, your heart pounded in your chest, uncertain of what to expect when you faced the two boys who had torn your heart in two and claimed a part each.

And as you entered the locker room, you couldn't help but mutter, "Shit…" under your breath. Yet, other than your soft curse, there was silence. The tension filled the air as the three of you stood and sat frozen, no one wanting to take the first step and potentially worsen the situation.

It was as if all three of you were silently expressing the guilt you felt toward one another. 

William for dismissing you and then trying to reclaim your deep feelings for him and acting aggressively toward his teammate. 

Matthew for attempting to win you over despite knowing your feelings for his teammate, and then wanting to boast about his success. 

And you, for leading Matthew on while being unable to let go of William, unwilling to accept that Matthew might be the better choice, yet not fully believing it, as William still held a grip on your heart.

It was anything but an easy situation. And sensing your inner panic, the turmoil you were feeling as he saw your concerned expression shifting between him and his teammate, William chose to be the one to act.

Rising from his seat, the Swede let out a deep sigh, his eyes meeting yours in a heartfelt gaze. And without a word, he decided to be the one to walk away. He didn’t want to be the cause of your pain anymore, so he stepped down.

“Willy…” you softly gasped as your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest, a tear forming in the corner of your eye as you followed his movement.

You were on the verge of breaking, tears pressing on, yet you managed to focus on controlling your breathing. In the corner of your eye, you noticed Matthew’s intense stare as he watched your reaction, curious to see whether you would stop William or let him go.

And as it turned out, William walked out of the locker room, leaving you alone with Matthew.

Your heart pounded faster than ever before; palms sweaty as a tear trailed down your cheek. Breathing felt almost impossible in the moment, and your mind, soul, and body felt torn apart. You had never expected a heartbreak to hurt this much, and never had you expected it would be William to be the one to cause it.

The air felt thick, and though a small part of you felt relieved that now you didn’t have to make the hard choice between them, another part didn’t want that to be the case. So, without even consciously acknowledging your next move, you suddenly found yourself moving out of your frozen position and making your way with fast steps out of the locker room, following William.

“Willy, wait!” you heard yourself shout. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he just kept on walking, so you picked up your pace. “Willy, please!”

“What for?” he suddenly responded, halting in the middle of the corridor as he turned to face you. He didn’t shout, yet his facial expression conveyed signs of defeat and hurt.

“Because I don’t want you to leave…” you tried to argue, but it came out vague.

“Of course, you do, y/n… you can’t choose between me and Kniesy, so I’m deciding for you…”

“Willy,” you softly cried. “Please don’t do this…”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re too important to me…”

“That’s not enough, y/n… I promised I’d stay away if you didn’t feel anything for me, so that’s what I’m doing…”

You held your breath for a moment, torn between your emotions and rationality. “But I do feel something for you, Willy…” you admitted softly under your breath.

And in a swift motion, William's hands cupped your face, as he pressed his lips onto yours.

It was the familiar warmth coursing through your body as you felt his touch once again. The intoxicating sensation had your mind in bliss as his mouth melted with yours, lips moving in perfect sync as your hands instinctively reached to palm his chest.

Time seemed to stand still. The world stopped turning as you connected with the one who had captured your heart from the start. And though a part of you wanted to feel guilty for leaving Matthew in the locker room, it slowly washed away under William’s touch.

And as you then pulled apart to catch your breath, you shared a tender moment of gazing into each other's eyes. William's thumb gently wiped away the tear that trailed down your cheek before you managed to flash him a timid and soft smile.

“Please don’t leave…” you whispered.

“I won’t…” he spoke gently in return.

There was another moment of silence as you stayed connected. 

“I’m so sorry, Willy…”

“I know,” he simply responded, gently placing a kiss on your forehead before pulling you into a tight hug. Your body immediately responded to his, wrapping your arms around his warm body as you relished your re-found connection.

“I’m in love with you…” you sobbed into his shirt, tightening your arms around him.

William let out a deep sigh as he held you close, finally feeling the happiness that only you could bring him. But then, pulling back slightly, he looked down at you with a soft, concerned expression.

“But you’re in love with him too…” he stated softly, finally acknowledging the truth of the situation.

And you could only nod in response. “I am…”

[gabessquishytum]

Did you know Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman once spent an intimate evening together? Which makes me wild, if you'll pardon the pun, and also reminds me of Poet!Dream from Moorishflower's recent cowboy au.

My particular riff would be similar. Dream is a young poet on a speaking tour of the UK and the US espousing the ideals of a more bohemian lifestyle versus one grounded in reason and security. One should strive to see all of his dreams come true. He doesn't quite know what his tour exists partially to promote a rather scathing play based on him and his enclave back in London, but the seats fill themselves and he's getting a very nice pay. One such person who attends his talks is Hob.

Hob is not a young man anymore. He's spent the better part of his life working the trades and molding himself into being the sort of intellectual that he wants to be. He's entirely self-taught in most of his artistic matters and has only recently become a national sensation after a volume of poetry he has written about his life as a poor workman and of the intense friendships he's had with other men becomes a best seller. He thinks Dream is a little naive, but appreciates his fight for the arts.

They both happen to know the same literary agent and said agent gets them to correspond with each other. Both make horrible first impressions as Dream, who has never read a line Hob has written, basically stands in awe that someone without a formal education could be so good. Hob responds in kind that living a life focused solely on art must be heaven when he doesn't have to worry about paying his rent. They volley back and forth for a few weeks, trading well-humored insults and falling ever so closer in love than before. That is until Dream's speaking tour comes to an end and he must leave. Hob concedes then and invites him over for dinner.

At dinner, they drink wine and talk philosophy. Dream is much more humble in person than he is via correspondence. Hob also is much more learned than he comes across. Dream is actually in awe of him making the best of his life no matter the situation. Which Dream simply didn't think was possible. He places his hand on Hob's knee and one thing leads to another. About three months after he's returned to London, he reads a new poem from Hob that's just been published in a highly respected magazine and while it's titled "An Ode to Somnus", he knows it's about him his heart just soars.

- 🤜 Anon

This is a great AU, I absolutely love it. If you guys are interested in reading more about Oscar and Walt's romantic evening, there's a fantastic little article in The Toast which I'll link here.

Anyway, I can't stop thinking about Dream putting his hand on Hob’s knee. And Hob calling Dream a "great, splendid boy". God, yeah. Hob taking Dream into his lap and telling him that he's so pretty and clever. Dream pressing coy kisses to the edge of his mouth until Hob takes him properly in hand, slides rough fingers into his neatly combed hair, and kisses the soul out of him.

Dream lies in bed at home and luxuriates in the memory of Hob’s touch, and he has never been so happy. He takes a clipping from the magazine and presses it against his heart. The next time he writes to Hob, he leaves kiss marks stained with rouge on the paper. And he's already begging for another speaking tour - he already has so many new thoughts to present, about following one's dreams and the nature of love. And he wants very much to give Hob a private performance.

[scaralvr]

04. lovesick idiots! chapter four to the secrecy of our confessions [masterlist]

synopsis: the admiration you two hide for each other strengthens even more through that one band practice.

scaramouche's heart continued to pound erratically against his ribcage with each step he took, drawing him closer to the music room. to think that you're going to let him see you practice. he practically had to clench his jaw in order to stop his teeth from chattering in pure excitement. in the meanwhile, you weren't in any better condition, either.

"it's a little stuffy in here, isn't it?" you nervously commented, your finger adjusting the neckline of your uniform shirt. ayaka put a hand on your shoulder, "not to worry, (y/n)! you'll do amazing, as you always are." yoimiya grinned, "hey, whatcha' say we go out for your favourite strawberry shortcake after, if you get through this?"

your mood did a whole three sixty as you exclaimed, "really!?" yoimiya nodded eagerly, "so make sure you do well, alright? no pressure!" hu tao played around with your drumsticks before tossing one in the air, "heads up (y/n)!" you cautiously stepped forward and caught both of them just as soon as scaramouche entered.

scaramouche internally fanboyed once more, cheeks a rosy red and eyes struck with awe, 'perfect catch, (y/n)!' ayaka pointedly said, "ahh, what did i say about being rough with our equipment?" hu tao shrugged with a giggle, "whoopsies." you quickly whipped your head around as yoimiya rushed over, "the student president's here! good afternoon!" she cheerfully greeted as hu tao stuck out her tongue.

you nearly dropped your drumsticks when you heard scaramouche speak with that brooding, amazingly sexy voice of his. "afternoon. i trust this won't be a waste of my time?" he asked, raising a brow at a raging hu tao that was being held back by ayaka. "oh, not a waste of time at all!" she said with a tight grin.

ayaka squeaked, "help me, (y/n)!" you jumped, "right!"

"eeeh? you seriously went to that band practice?" mona said, with a mouthful of dango. "what do you think? just tell mom i'm going to be home late." scaramouche snapped, standing outside the music room to take the call. fischl followed mona, eating her own dango, "is that scawamooch? allow mwe to twalk to him!" fischl whined as mona sighed.

mona gave the phone to her. fischl held it up to her ear, gulping down the dessert, "greetings, brother. may i join you?" mona snickered as scaramouche instantly shouted, "HAH!? don't you have homework!?" fischl pouted, "yes, no, maybe so. but the point is, i have never seen a live band performance before, and it would mean the world to me if i could!"

scaramouche groaned through his teeth, "urgh... fine! but hurry up, they're going to start soon." fischl jumped up and down, "i thank you for this opportunity, brother!" she quickly handed the phone back to mona and ran up the school stairwell. mona ended the call and sighed, "guess that leaves more dango for me."

yoimiya slung her bass over herself, "relax, hu tao. remember, this is for (y/n), right?" hu tao growled through her gritted teeth, adjusting her guitar's pegs, "he's lucky (y/n) likes him. i would've broken that asshole's nose by now if not for that." ayaka positioned her keyboard, "so what'll it be today, (y/n)?"

you coyly grinned, tapping your drumsticks against each other, "i was actually thinking if we could do fire bird by roselia, i always did like covering that song." yoimiya gasped, "great idea, (y/n)! he'll definitely fall head over heels for that." she cheekily tittered, causing your face to redden.

ayaka smiled, "you've returned. and it seems like you've brought along a plus one?" scaramouche sighed and placed a hand on fischl's head, "she's just happy to be here." fischl nodded eagerly.

✩ || 🥁.彡

scaramouche rested his head atop his study table, smiling to himself. his earphones were tucked inside his ears as he listened to the show you previously performed just for him on loop. because yun jin was the main vocalist, he barely heard your voice on its' own, but witnessing the magic right then and there, scaramouche felt as if his life was complete.

"waaah, that was amazing!" fischl exclaimed, tears peeking at the corners of her eyes as she ran up to you. you paused, stunned for a few moments before shyly grinning, "thanks, fischl." scaramouche was still seated, eyes fixated on your figure as you conversed with your friends. his lips thinned out, indigo hues sparkling brighter than ever. he stood up and made his way to you with only one question in mind.

scaramouche took out his earphones and opened his composition notebook. flipping past several pages, he landed on a very specific one. your siganture adorned the lined paper, and a wide grin broke out onto his features. scaramouche began to laugh, holding the sacred page against his chest as he plopped onto his bed. not long after that, did he begin to kick his feet out of thrill.

you rushed inside your house, calling out, "i'm homeee!" kicking off your shoes, you ran up the stairs as your mother watched you do so. "how was cram school?" she queried, and you quickly replied while shutting the door to your room, "mundane!" you bit down on your lip, giggling when you jumped onto your bed.

your chin landed on your pillow and you squinted your eyes. "that performance wasn't disappointing at all. i look forward to seeing where you'll be in the future, (y/n)." you mocked his voice and laughed almost instantly, rolling about your mattress akin to an excited child.

"ohuhu..." you sighed out in between heavy exhales, hand resting on your stomach. scaramouche's thumb carefully caressed your penmanship, his cheeks a deep, crimson shade.

"i love them so much." "i love him so much."

© scaralvr.

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Kaoru/Hazuki general summary (not everything!)

They start with getting a drink straight away. Hazuki suggests beer for Kaoru, but Kaoru says no, and he gets a highball.

They explain that this venue is owned by one of the Sunday Folk staff (which is a Nagoya based group who always organize Dir's Nagoya lives). He had hand-made most of the interior himself, and asked Kaoru and Hazuki both to do an event there. The three of them always meet when Dir are in Nagoya, so are good friends. The venue is regularly used as a community spot providing free meals for children, and part of the proceeds for this event will be donated to this cause.

Hazuki starts asking Kaoru if he likes karaoke. Kaoru says his voice is too low to reach any high notes, he doesnt like the sound of his voice, so never goes to karaoke. He also says he never sings any melodies in Dir songs, he only shouts certain parts. Even then he doesn't really like it. Hazuki tries to get Kaoru to demonstrate his vocal range, but Kaoru refuses.

Hazuki is in awe of Dir getting to 'Vulgar' level in only their seventh year. Kaoru says he felt like his feet didnt touch the ground in the first few years of Dir. He talks a bit about how chaotic it was back then.

Hazuki brings up the story of the hare and the tortoise, and says lynch is like the Tortoise, but Dir is like the hare, except it just keeps going. Kaoru thinks Dir is lik the tortoise now, but in the early days, it was the hare. Then he says, actually, it was pegasus.

Kaoru says 'enough about me', and asks Hazuki why Lynch are taking a break. Hazuki says it was all Reo's idea. Then Kaoru asks Hazuki about the 'difficulties' concerning lynch's bassist, Akinori. Hazuki gets nevous talking about it. He then explains that their planned Budokan performance was cancelled after that, but after a few attempts, lynch finally managed to play at Budokan this year. Akinori made a speech during the encore.

Kaoru comments about how Dir rarely talk on stage, but sometimes Kyo does after the other members have left the stage. If Kaoru notices Kyo hanging around the stage unnaturally, thats a sign that Kyo has something to say, and the other members need to leave the stage.

They talk about setlists next. Hazuki usually makes the setlists for lynch, but they have done member produced setlists before (I guess where a different member made the setlist on each day). Kaoru says Dir could never do this, because there are members who dont understand the tuning requirements for the guitars. So it would be chaotic.

Hazuki talks about a 5 day event lynch did where each member produced their own day. On the drummer's day, the drums were at the front and Hazuki behind. That time the drum set was also on a turning platform, which staff would move manually.

Kaoru says Shinya isnt the type to be interested in that type of thing. But he does always wear white at lives, perhaps to stand out more.

Hazuki suggests Shinya spinning on his drumset during the drum solo at the start of Umbrella. Kaoru says he will ask Shinya, although he admits that he has spoken to Hazuki more than he has spoken to Shinya in his life.

Hazuki tells the audience that they can go get a drink or go to the toilet any time, so Kaoru says he needs the toilet and gets up.

When Kaoru gets back he brings a gift for Hazuki. The bag says Saint Laurent, but when Hazuki opens it, its a gakuran(tanran) jacket and bontan pants. The jacket has the words 'Taint Laurent' on the back(I guess, たん-ろ-らん is wordplay on たんらん?). Kaoru had these made especially for Hazuki, after seeing Hazuki tweet that he wanted a Saint Laurent jacket.

Hazuki goes to get changed and Kaoru is left alone with the audience. He seems very nervous to be alone with the crowd and starts asking everyone which part of Japan they're from (Who is from Kanto/Kansai/Nagoya/Hokkaido? etc). Then he tells everyone to go get a drink or something.

Hazuki comes back wearing the gakuran. Kaoru says he wore gakuran pants in junior high school, but a blazer style uniform in high school.

They start reading out the questions which the audience submitted. Some of them were:

-What did you do during the New Year period? Kaoru spent it catching up on NHK historical drama. Hazuki was working on his new album.

-What animal does the other remind you of? Kaoru reminds Hazuki of a grey, beat up cat. Scary looking, but kind. Hazuki reminds Kaoru of some kind of dog.

-Where would you play a Dir/lynch taiban? Kaoru suggests the parking lot of the restaurant 'Mountain'.

- Favourite songs from eath others bands? Hazuki says Saku. Kaoru can barely remember any lynch titles.

-Who is stronger with alcohol? Have you ever passed out from drinking? Neither have ever passed out, but both have a lot of times they cant remember the previous night.

Hazuki remembers one time when Die commented on lynch for them in an official capacity, and later Kaoru was angry about it while drunk, saying 'Why'dya get Die to do it??! Why not me??!' Die happened to be with them, and was sniggering away.

- Someone asks if they plan to go fishing any time. They dont.

- Do you like snow? Kaoru likes taking his phone out and getting an 'Its snowing!' photo every time.

Hazuki remembers meeting Kaoru for the first time in a hotel lobby in Nagoya. Kaoru had that blonde stripe Saku hair at the time.

Hazuki asks Kaoru to be on his Hazukitchen project. Kaoru agrees, and tells about his recent capmping stove adventures.

They talk about the time Kaoru performed in Lunafes at the last min. He didnt have a guitar, so he had to borrow one which was for sale in the pop up ESP store which was there.

Someone asks if they are health conscious. Kaoru says he sometimes goes for a extensive medical check, and once when it involved hospital admission for one day, the nurse that came to take his blood told him she was a fan of his. He found this extremely awkward.

Kaoru asks Hazuki for Nagoya restaurant recommendations for tomorrow, and for places to avoid. Hazuki says he thinks Kaoru hates tomatoes, but Kaoru denies this saying he likes tomatoes.

Then they get into the whole story of why Kaoru hates prawns, and hates milk even more.

Someone asks them 'What do you want to ask the other's fans?'. Kaoru asks, 'Dont you want to hear Reo's songs again?'

Hazuki shows Kaoru a photo of his pet cat on his phone.

Hazuki plugs his new release and YT broadcasts. He will broadcast a cover of Dir's 'ain't' on the 16th of Jan.

Kaoru says he has plans to come to Nagoya again in a few weeks for mysterious reasons which he wont reveal.

Kaoru says he felt close to the audience during the 25th anniversary tour, which leads onto talk of the song battle and I'll. Kaoru says he heard about the incident at the vkei budokan event, where the Dir tribute did the I'll→baka→Zan thing. The members of Dir themselves were not that impressed with this, but not offended by it at least. Kaoru says there may still be a chance out there for I'll, and even Toriko.

They finish by talkIng about Shinya playing drums on a spinning drum set, or even a harness where he would move though the sky on his kit. He could start with Toriko, and then the drum solo from Umbrella while he was up there. Kaoru blames Hazuki for makIng fun of Shinya, when it was really all him doing it himself.

Kaoru finishes by saying he'd like to do this type of thing again sometime, and wishes Hazuki a happy belated birthday.

[ivykim]

ENHYPEN PUPPYTERVIEW

masterlist // wattpad

SUMMARY: ENHYPEN were invited by BuzzFeed to do an interview with puppies. it was anticipated and requested a lot and they finally did it!

ivy’s outfit: interview with puppers!

NOTE: italics is in english

*puppies were play fighting*

“yah yah. no, down. you can hurt your friend!" ivy says.

"don't you and ni-ki always play fight though, noona?" jungwon says.

"yeah and i nearly get crushed by him." ivy says.

"one, two. CONNECT. hello, we are ENHYPEN." the members greeted the camera.

"one, two. CONNECT. hello, we are ENHYPEN." the members greeted the camera.

"one, two. CONNECT. hello, we are ENHYPEN." the members greeted the camera.

each one of them introduces themselves.

"hi, i'm ivy."

"and we're here with BuzzFeed to answer some questions while playing with some puppies!" jake says.

"bring them in!" ivy says.

[IVY truly looked adorable while waiting for the puppies]

the puppies were brought in and ENHYPEN were happy to see them. each of them tried to get the puppies' attention.

— "what's your favourite personal track from your discography?"

"i like 'mixed up' a lot."

"oh? i thought you mentioned you like attention, please?" heeseung says.

"no, it has been mixed up."

— "which of your songs best describes ENHYPEN as a group?"

"i have to agree with heeseung and sunghoon. i think given-taken fits the best for ENHYPEN. not only was it our debut album but it best describes our start and what concept we've gone for."

"so philosophical." jake says. ivy snorts.

— "what do you want ENHYPEN to be remembered for?"

"this is a tough question." jungwon says

"it is a deep question." jake adds.

a puppy climbs ni-ki and he happily holds it. the other members were a little jealous.

"this question is a little hard to answer given the situation we are in now." jay says.

"oh, i think i want to set to a good example to others." jungwon says. everyone was in awe at jungwon's answer.

"as expected from enhypen's leader." ivy thumbs up.

— "when you first started living together, what surprised you the most?"

"oh i know, ivy noona's sleeping habits." sunghoon says.

"ah, is it the one that we know of." sunoo says.

"noona has this thing where she sleep talks and like it's not a normal sleep talk where you talk about something stupid or funny. ivy noona's sleep talk is terrifying."

"she sits up out of nowhere and starts pointing in random directions where there is no one and say 'you! you aren't supposed to be here!'. every time she does it, it scares me and i'm her roommate." heeseung says.

"oh, i remember one time when ivy noona was sleeping on the couch because she was tired. then out of nowhere, she walked over to the kitchen whilst sleeping. she pointed to the corner where we hanged our clothes and said 'who are you. why are you always here?'. i did not manage to sleep that night." jake explains.

"when did that happen though?"

"before we went tour..."

ivy shrugs, "hey man, i'm a psychic medium. i see and feel ghosts, it's not like i wanted this gift."

"tell your ghost friend to leave the house." jay says.

"sorry but casper likes staying at our house. he likes me." ivy winks.

"YOU NAMED HIM??" jake says.

— "what would you like to accomplish in the coming years?"

"best artist of the year." ivy nonchalantly says.

"oooo." the boys say in unison.

"you don't want to hold a concert for ENGENEs?" sunghoon asks.

"yah, don't assume things. i want to hold a concert for all ENGENEs around the world too!" ivy says.

a puppy comes up ivy and hands her a squeaky toy. ivy's heart melts, she squeezes the toy and plays with the puppy. sunoo slips in to pet the puppy in ivy's arms. ivy allows him to do so. she knew it must be a little hard for him to open up to puppies.

— "what do you do to motivate yourself?"

"i think it's pretty similar for all of us. for example, being able to perform in front of our fans and being cheered for. it is already a big motivation for us." jungwon says.

"noona, what about you?" jay says.

"well, just like what jungwon said. being in front of our ENGENEs, it gives us motivation. other than that, i think being around these boys. they give motivation and energy to keep going." ivy says.

"oh~ noona does it again." jake says.

— "what do you think you would be doing if you weren't a member of ENHYPEN?"

"i would probably be in school then since i'm a student." jungwon says.

"i'd be doing figure skating in an ice rink or a college student."

"same, i'd be in my 3rd year by now." ivy says.

"i think you mean 2nd year, noona. you started high school a little late like jay hyung." sunoo says.

"ah right, 2nd year. i'd probably be studying...fashion? interior designing? something to do with arts since it's what i've loved as a child."

— "what would you name these puppies?"

"this one is max."

"and that's chris." jay says.

"bob- ah wait boo." jungwon points to one of them.

"cute name. i guess we are never escaping the tayo universe, huh?" ivy says.

"but the brown one looks like a leader." sunghoon says.

"he does." sunoo adds.

"can we name him little jungwon?" sunghoon suggests.

"look at him. he has a lot of wrinkles because of the stress." jay points out. the members laughed.

— "if you could talk to you 10 year old self, what would you say?"

"stop messing around."

"be nice to your parents."

"study really hard."

"please take dancing lessons earlier. you struggled for 5 years worried that you wouldn't debut because of your dancing. also please, for the love of god improve your fashion skills. ENGENEs have seen your childhood photo and it was embarrassing." ivy says.

"but your childhood photos were legendary." jay says.

"yours were too, jay." jay goes to stand up and pretend to fight with ivy.

— "do you see any of the memes that ENGENEs post online?"

"we watch them a lot." jungwon says.

"ENGENEs make some cool edits of us on TikTok with cool background music." sunghoon says.

"i definitely see the edits and like they make me look so different then how usually am. then the songs are also so interesting." ivy says.

"did you see the one that got viral? the one with the f..r...uh what other letters were there?" sunghoon says.

"oh, that one! yeah i saw that. i can confirm, that is not me. i demon possessed me." ivy says.

— "exclusive question for ivy, have you ever had feelings for any of the boys?"

"ooo noona, got a special question!" ni-ki says.

ivy giggles, "to be very honest, i don't think it's hard to like any of them. they are all good looking boys but my heart for ENGENEs only."

"you didn't answer the question, noona."

"yeah, you just avoided it." heeseung says.

"you can go search for my interviews on I-LAND. i believe i've exposed myself on there."

"ENGENEs wanna know." sunghoon holds up an imaginary mic.

"yes, i've had a couple crushes but that was before ENHYPEN was formed. i think of them as my best friends now." ivy says.

— "if you were a dog, what breed would you be?"

"golden retriever." jungwon says as he points to jake. everyone agrees.

"i wanna be a samoyed. they are strong because they are sled dogs." sunghoon says.

"jay hyung would be a dachshund."

"i think jay would be of a shepherd."

"ah, like a military dog?"

"sunoo is like a bichon."

"he is more of a corgi." jake says.

"heeseung hyung is like one of those dogs that have long legs. the ones that stand like this." jungwon proceeds to demonstrate. "what was it called?"

"greyhound."

"i think n-ki fits hmm...the hokkaido dog." ivy says.

"is it cause he is japanese?"

"no! not at all, i've read that the hokkaido dog has a wide chest and i mean...do you see ni-ki?" ivy points out. ni-ki starts flexing.

"okay to be fair, yeah that's true." jake says.

"what breed is noona though?"

"she can be a black cat amongst us." heeseung says.

"i don't mind but i wanna see what you guys think about me as a dog."

"noona fits more of a smaller dog concept." jungwon says.

"how about a pomeranian?" jay suggests.

"oh she definitely fits it." heeseung says.

"cute and small." jay says. ivy glares at jay. "feisty too."

— "which K-pop group would you want to see do The Puppy Interview next?"

"ENHYPEN." jungwon suggests. they laughed.

"Tomorrow X Together?"

"no, they've done it before."

"oh? really?"

"Stray Kids? have they done it before?" jake says.

"i believe they have." ivy says.

"noona, do you have anybody you want to bring here?"

"has LE SSERAFIM does this yet?" the boys shook their head. "then LE SSERAFIM. if you want a boy group, ATEEZ sunbae? i think the kitten interview suits them more though."

"and as per usual, our K-Pop expert is back again." heeseung says. ivy playfully rolls her eyes.

— "what was your favourite part about this interview?"

"the puppies!" ivy says.

"i agree, dogs are a good stress relief!" jake says.

unfortunately, it was finally time to say goodbye to the puppies and the viewers. ENHYPEN waves to the camera.

"thank you BuzzFeed!!"

"all these puppies are available at North Shore Animal League America!"

[video ends]

[crystalsnow95z]

A request I was given. I wanted to try something new. I usually avoid using y/n type stories, so I wanted to give it a try. Please tell me how it is. Don't be afraid to tell me it's awful because I'm trying to find a good way to write it.

Sickie; jungkook

Caretaker: reader that I'm naming Ammi.

"Jungkook-ah, where are you? You said you were just taking Bam out to use the bathroom." I called jungkook, my childhood friend who I've had a crush on for as long as you can remember. He was kind enough to let me stay at his place while my house was being renovated, and to repay him, you decided to help with household chores whenever possible. I made dinner, but after twenty minutes he still hasn't returned.

"I ended up at the park. No one is here because it's raining, so I don't have to worry about anyone." Jungkook replies, out of breath. He was clearly messing around with Bam, his barks heard in the background unhappy his playtime was ending.

"You shouldn't be out in the rain. You're going to get yourself sick. Let me come pick you up." I scold him out of worry.

"No, I don't want us to be seen together. I'll walk back." Jungkook wasn't embarrassed to be seen with you, his fear is what fans would do if they saw you with him. You remembered when Taehyung accidently followed someone other than the other members on Instagram, all those nasty messages all over their page, some even threatening their life. I knew it wasn't personal. He's voiced his worries about us hanging out in public, making us hardly see each other.

"Alright. Hurry back then, and you need to take a bath when you get back."

"I will after dinner. I'm starving. See you soon." He hangs up the phone.

(There's no arguing with that boy. He's so stubborn.) Sighing,I go to the kitchen to do the dishes as I wait for Jungkook to return.

"I'm back." A soaked Jungkook comes through the door.

"Why are you soaked? Didn't you bring an umbrella?" I run to the bathroom to get him a towel grabbing two.

"I did, but it got really windy, so it kept flipping upward, so I put it away." Jungkook replies, taking his shoes and socks off.

When i come back with two towels, i'm right in time to watch him take off his jacket, leaving his black t-shirt clinging to his body,his muscles showing through it, making you blush. To hide my face from him, i quickly put one of the towels on his head and try to dry his hair, purpsely making him unable to see.(if i came out a few seconds later would i have caught him shirtless) i shake the thoughts away.(This isn't the time to get flustered..)"You're going to get sick for sure. Your teeth are chattering. You have a photoshoot next week, too!"

"I'll be okay." He says escaping your assult with the towel bending down to use the second towel to dry off Bam.

"I'll dry Bam, you go get changed." I usher him towards his room, earning yourself a giggle from the young vocalist.

"I'm going, I'm going.." He says smiling, going into his bedroom and closing the door.

(I don't know how that boy survives on his own. Last night, he didn't even go to sleep until six in the morning singing on live, and now i caught him going out to play in the rain.)

It was clear Jungkook missed performing and being with his other members. He still saw them when he could, but with working separate schedules, it wasn't easy to find time for all of them to gather together.

Bam shook himself violently, flinging water everywhere, pulling me back to the task at hand. "You're going to need a bath too.. you stink."

"I'll give him a bath after mine." Jungkook was already out of his room, taking a seat on the floor where you set up dinner. "Thanks for making dinner."

"No problem. It's the least I can do." I slide in next to him, not wanting him to watch me eat, taking a few bites. "Is it good?"

"Yeah it's really good." Jungkook stops eating, putting his chopsticks down and covering his face. "Heh'ehhitchew.."He sneezes, then goes back to eating like nothing happened.

"Jungkook-ah, you're already getting sick." (I need to find medicine before he gets worse) When I get up to look for medicine, I only find medicine to help with pain, not colds.

"One sneeze doesn't mean I'm sick." Jungkook states. "I feel fine."

"You should take some medicine tonight anyway. Do you keep it somewhere other than the bathroom?"

"I don't have any." He shrugs. "I don't get sick very often."

"I'll go get you some then." When I go to leave he grabs your hand, making blood rise up my cheeks.

"No, I said I'm okay. The weather outside is awful. I don't want you to get sick because of me. At least wait until it stops raining." When he pleads with those big doe eyes, you relent, looking away shyly.

"Alright. Fine. I'll wait until morning at the latest." (He cares more about me than himself..)

"I've played in the rain plenty of times before.. don't worry. I don't get sick easily. I did a whole concert in the rain before." He tries to dissolve my worry by reassuring me that he was fine.

I don't believe him, but with how stubborn he is, it's best to just drop it for now, even though he lets out another sneeze. I'll just have to keep an eye on him.

When you wake up in the morning, you hear another sneeze coming from Jungkook's room.

"Kookie, are you awake?" You knock softly on his door but get no response. You crack the door slowly, seeing that Jungkook was passed out on bed lying on his stomach."Jungkook?"

Jungkook had always been hard to wake up, so it's no surprise he doesn't wake up. What bothers you is when he starts coughing, turning to his side so you can get a look at him. His face was flushed, and his nose turned bright red. He woke himself up with his coughing, looking at you with his sleepy eyes.

"Hm?" He blinks a few times to process where he was. "Ah, good morning.." He tries to cover his yawn with his hand.

"How are you feeling?"

He goes to respond, but a sneeze comes out instead, snot covering his hand he sneezes into. "I need a tissue.."

"It sounds like you caught a cold just as I thought." You get a tissue out for him, helping him clean up.

"You jinxed me." He says with a pout, sniffling.

"I did no such thing. You are the one who went out in the rain storm."

"It wasn't raining when I left." Jungkook counters.

"If you watched the weather you would've known it was going to rain all night."

When he goes to continue the debate, his body has other plans, a wet cough coming out. He presses his hand against his head, sucking in his breath. The sinus pressure was becoming too much for him to handle. "Ammi.. my head hurts.."

The argument on how he got sick was over. Now the only thing that mattered was helping him feel better. "I'll get you some painkillers for now, I still need to go to the store for cold medicine." Leaving the room quickly, you go to the kitchen to get some water and the bathroom for pain medicine, reading the bottle and taking two out. (It's also a fever reducer. I should get a thermometer while I'm out.)

"Heh..ah..tchew..!" Jungkook is heard sneezing again, letting out a soft whine from the pain another sneeze following soon after.

"Poor baby.." You cover your mouth remembering that he doesn't like being called baby, but he doesn't correct you this time.

"Thanks Ammi-yah..." He sits up, taking a drink of water then taking the pills, laying down again.

"I'll make you some tea, then I need to go to the store. Do you want anything while I'm out?" You ask him.

"Could you make me some ramen too?" Jungkook asks.

"You sure you can stomach ramen?"

"My stomach feels fine.. it's my head that..." He stops in mid sentence. "Heh'ehh..tchew!" He sneezes into his hand, then reaches for the box of tissues facing away from her to wipe the mucus.

"I'll get some more tissues while I'm out." You leave the room and enter the kitchen. (I think he's feeling worse than he's letting on. Hot ginger tea should help..) It doesn't take long to make the tea and noodles. Jungkook was sitting up when you return, coughing into his elbow.

"You okay, Gukkie?" You place the tray on his desk, rubbing his back to try to comfort him.

"Yeah, I'm okay.." He answers between coughs. It sounded like his sinuses were draining into his throat. He reaches for the tea cup I brought with me, taking a few sips.

"I'm going to go out. Call me if you need anything and I'll come right back okay?"

"Okay.. I'm sorry.. I probably ruined your weekend plans.." Jungkook sniffles.

"I actually was planning to spend the weekend hanging out with you. I know you don't want to be seen in public with me, but I brought my labtop so we could play games together.."

"We can still do that. I'll set up my computer to play." Jungkook takes a bite of the noodles. "It's been a while since we played together. It'll be fun."

"I'd like that, but first I need to get you some medicine. Try to get some sleep after you eat.

(This isn't good.. I could hardly stomach half of the bowl.. She was right.. maybe ramen wasn't a good idea..) Jungkook rubs his aching belly, laying on his side. He scrolls on YouTube, trying to get his mind off how poorly he felt, finding a try not to laugh BTS edition.

"Heh...ehhit..chew!" Jungkook whines after the sneeze, the sinus pressure making his head throb violently, turning off the video halfway through. He wanted to try to sleep off his headache, but when he tried to sleep, the sneezes wouldn't let him.

"I hope Ammi returns soon.." jungkook says to the empty room. Jungkook's wish came true, Ammi returning a few minutes later. She rings the buzzer to get in. Jungkook feels lightheaded when he stands, using the wall to help support him as he goes to the front door.

"Who is it?" Jungkook checks just to be sure, relaxing when he heard her voice respond.

"It's just me, Gukkie." Ammi responds, entering when he buzzes her in." (He looks like he's gotten worse since I left, and i wasn't even gone that long. He's dead on his feet..) "Let's get you back to bed. Here, let me help you." Ammi wraps her arm around his waist, walking with him back to the bed. (I can feel him shaking, and he's already sweating..)

"There we go, I'll get you some medicine so you can start feeling better. Okay?" Ammi goes in the bags she got from the store, pouring some medicine into the cup and giving it to him.

"Thanks, Ammi." He takes it like a shot and gives the cup back to her, making a face from the taste. She takes out the thermometer she bought, placing it under his tongue.

"You're running a fever Kookie, its not that high but I'm still concerned.." Ammi tells him. (No wonder he looks so pale..) "You should try to get some more rest."

"I can't sleep.. my nose is too stuffed up and I can't stop sneezing.." Jungkook says sounding irritated at himself.

"Did you try blowing your nose?"

Jungkook nods. "It hurts..and it just gets stuffed up again.." Frustration filled his voice.

"Poor Jungkook-ah.. I bought some nasal spray.. we can try that. Okay?" She digs into the bag to get it for him.

"Alr..r-a..a..chewu...!" Jungkook sneezes, then covers his face, eyes filling with tears.

"Are you crying baby?" Ammi sits next to him.

"No, I'm not.. it's just from my sinuses.." He replies with a sniffle, but Ammi didn't know if she believes him. He wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "Could you help me with it? Ah..my hands are a little shaky.." His voice comes out small.

"Of course." Ammi smiles, enjoying when his more bashful side shines through, reminding her of when they were in school together. Jungkook has to force himself not to sneeze when she sprays it into his nostrils, waiting until she's finished, a flurry of sneezes escaping after.

"Ow..." jungkook whines, pinching the bridge of his nose, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"I wish there was more I could do, but it just has to run its course.."

He lays back down, hiding his face with his arm."ah..Ammi...Could you..stay with me until I fall asleep..?" Jungkook's voice is hardly louder than a whisper.

"S-stay with you?" Ammi's face turns red, quickly facing away from him to hide it.

"It's okay if you don't want to.. I'm sorry."

"No. No, it's okay. I'd be happy to stay with you. The question just took me by surprise, that's all." Ammi quickly tells him. Jungkook moves near the edge of the bed, patting the bed so she could lay next to him. Ammi lays next to him on her back to look up at the ceiling.

Jungkook starts coughing again, cursing under his breath. "Ammi...?" He says hoarsely.

"What is it?" She answers, accidently meeting his gaze, blushing.

"Could..I..hold your hand...?"

Ammi reaches for his hand silently. Jungkook takes it, giving it a squeeze when another sneeze escapes him, covering his face with the blanket. "I'm sorry we didn't get to play games.." Jungkook sounds guilty.

"Don't be sorry.." Ammi rubs her thumb across his knuckles to try to comfort him.

"I shouldn't have played in the rain.. I ruined your visit.." Jungkook's voice quivered.

"Don't worry about that. I don't care about that. You'll make yourself feel worse. I'm just happy spending time with you. Even if that means taking care of you. Now try to get some sleep."

"Alright.." jungkook sniffles. "I'm still sorry though..'

"Then I forgive you.." Ammi humors him. "You'll have to make it up to me when you're feeling better."

Jungkook yawns. "I will.. I promise.."

Ammi continues to stroke her thumb across his knuckles, feeling his grip loosen as he starts to fall asleep.

"Ahh..mmi...?" Jungkook sounds mostly asleep, the name coming out soft and slow.

"Yes, Kookie?"

"I love..." His voice drifts off into a soft snore.

[sillyshrimps]

Metal mirrors hc drabble.

Sada prefers having white noise in the lab. Turo prefers silence. Ai Sada likes to listen to music while they work. But in a democratic nearly unanimous decision AiTuro is not allowed to control the music. Ever.

Turo has no idea what is wrong with him. An inherented glitch? A major malfunction? Some critical error? Divine punishment?

The AI can't create a consistent playlist to save its life. AiSada usually likes traditional Paldean music. Samaba, Baile, and other traditional dance music. (Side note she and AiTuro are very good dancers and Turo is livid with jealousy when it comes it that.). Turo enjoys pop and rock. And Sada adores classical pieces.

AiTuro from what everyone else can tell, has no consistent musical taste. Somehow the worst playlist maker in all of paldea. If AiSada didn't adore him there would be serious trouble. Arven is convinced he is having a stroke when he hears Bach transition into 100 Gec's money machine. Into Rap God. Into 'Fancy like'.

AiSada insists no one shame AiTuro for his... creative tastes. Turo and Sada definitely do though because it is like the one thing they can apparently do better than the AI.

AiTuro's favorite song however? Jumper by Third Eye Blind. It reflects his meager existence so accurately. Yet he's proud of it. His programming tells him to care for the future of the project... but something else tells him to care for the professors. And somehow he knows that part of him is the 'real' him.

Aw, AI Turo being literally the "I listen to everything" kind of guy 💗 I can see him being weirded out by the thought of having a favourite music genre. Why stop at one genre if you can enjoy everything? He genuinely can't understand.

I like it how, despite not in a malicious way, Turo can't help but feeling jealous whenever he sees the two AIs enjoying each other with the simplest things. It must be so painful for both him and Sada to see that, even though I hc Turo as the soft-hearted between the two. While Sada holds her emotions into an iron fortress, Turo really has to struggle to hide them. He's such a crybaby, Sada almost finds it irritating. It reminds her of all the mistakes they made, of the long gone, short lived happiness they once had and about the man she thought she knew.

I also had this cute image in my head of Turo and Sada being pissed at the AIs when they spot them dancing, intimating them to stop with an angry tone. But then... then AI Turo holds his creator's hands and invites him to join. Initially reluctant, the Professor looks away while his replica takes the lead, guiding him to the rhythm of the latino music playing in the background. Turo blushes a little, he's so damn good, where did he learn that?!

Turo: How... no, where did you learn?

AI Turo: YouTube!

Turo, still being dragged into the dance: This YouTube thing is keeping you away from work a little bit too much, isn't it?

AI Turo: Not too much, just the right amount.

The AI performs a dip on him, keeping the eye-contact, looking at his creator from above.

Turo, blushing for Arceus knows why: I... uhm...

AI Turo, smiling the most innocent, genuine way: It is worth, isn't it?

Sada, watching the scene with her arms crossed: Pathetic.

AI Sada: I think you should be trying too, Professor.

Sada: Not even if you pay me.

AI Sada: But we... you used to love dancing.

Sada: That’s right, I used to. I have no time to waste with such shallow activities.

AI Sada: But Professor...

Sada: Back to work.

The AI follows her, her sad glance meeting AI Turo's before she leaves the room.

Turo: I think we should be getting back to work as well.

AI Turo can clearly see an overwhelming sadness in his creator's eyes. He doesn't know what to do; he feels like anything he might say would be either inappropriate or pointless to him. He decides not to do anything, watching him leaving the room in silence.

Why those humans believe they don't deserve happiness anymore? Why do they keep punishing themselves for their past mistakes?

The thought haunts him everyday.

[schrijverr]

Life Is Ours, We Live It Our Way 7

Chapter 7 out of 18

Genderqueer Stevie with platonic soulmates Robin and Eddie living their best queer life.

In this chapter, Will and Eddie have a talk, before he apologizes to Stevie. Later the party has a movie night and Stevie comes out to the kids as bisexual. Meanwhile, everyone is making plans for thanksgiving.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: Stevie's childhood mention, talks about biphobia and dysphoria and misgendering that comes with not being out.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Coming Out

No one is saying anything to the revelation Eddie just dropped. Will is staring at him with big, shocked eyes, but also like he’s in awe. The other boys are still processing and even Erica doesn’t seem to have a reply to it.

Stevie can see Eddie tense up as he starts to worry, so he steps in like Eddie has been doing for her and says: “Thank you, Eddie, for trusting us with that. I’m proud of you for sharing.”

Then he turns and gives each of the kids a glare that shows he means business and they need to get their acts together right now. She has never been more grateful that they decide to listen to her as they trip over themselves to assure Eddie it’s fine.

She can see how the stress and anxiety leaves Eddie’s body as they assure him. By the time they calm down he’s smiling again.

“Alright, alright,” Eddie says, blushing a bit as he swats away their attention. “Thanks for being cool. I get it. Thank you really. Now I propose we take a bit of a break, gather ourselves. Sound good?”

After everything that happened no one is in the arguing mood, so they all quickly agree.

Stevie makes sure to get out of there, before he can get dragged away by one of the kids, demanding answers or something. So, he makes his way to Robin, who is reading on the couch, walkman playing loudly.

When she sees Stevie she knows something must have happened by the look on his face. She takes her headphones off with a frown and asks: “Taking a break already? What happened?”

He falls down, practically on top of her, shuffling them so that she can be on top, since she knows how Robin hates being restrained. Needing to hold her and decompress. It’ll do nothing to dissuade the couple notion, which is good, though he doesn’t know why she feels so bad about it.

Softly she repeats to Robin what just went down at the table, letting Robin comfort him. In the background, he hears Eddie says: “Byers, with me. We need to have a little talk, okay?”

~ Eddie’s POV ~

Eddie is still slightly shaking. Holy shit. He just came out to the kids. Fuck. They at least took it well, so that’s nice. He’s been terrified about it for months, started playing with the idea after Stevie tested the waters. However, actually doing it? Fucking scary.

Still, there’s a relief there too. Because they were chill like he and Stevie predicted and now Eddie doesn’t feel like he has to put up some sort of performance. To tiptoe around who he is.

But the how it happens bothers him. It makes his skin crawl, really, to remember how Stevie froze up at Will’s words. How she’d panicked, eyes flicking to where Robin was reading, before turning back to Will and having to take it to protect Robin. The hurt in his eyes and the desperation as he failed to find a good yet safe explanation.

This is amplified when he calls for a break – needing one himself too honestly – and Stevie immediately stumbles away and into Robin’s arms.

“Byers, with me. We need to have a little talk, okay?” he calls out to the kid, knowing they need to clear the air, before they can continue the game.

Will looks like he would rather do anything else, but follows Eddie to the back porch anyway, falling into one of the chairs and looking down. He’s sulking in the way only fifteen year olds can do.

“You know why I want to talk right now?” Eddie asks.

“Because Steve is your favorite and you’re mad because I got mad at him,” Will answers, crossing his arms. He’s obviously still on the defensive.

Eddie sighs and sits down himself. He knows this is a delicate situation and he has to watch what he says, while also making Will understand that he’s with him but that what he did was very much not okay at all.

“That’s partially it,” he says. “I don’t do favorites, but I am mad about you yelling at Stevie like you did. I know that you’re feeling angry and hurt, probably betrayed even, but that doesn’t excuse how you nearly outed him in there.”

“What are you talking about? You saw what he did last time when he flirted with the barman,” Will frowns. “Everyone was there.”

Ah, there is where this has gotten crossed in his brain, Eddie gets it. Kindly he says: “That he did, yes. But in the game.”

He can see a bit of horror in Will’s eyes as he starts to understand. Eddie can’t know how Will connects the words to the advice Stevie had given him about coming out to his mother.

“Stevie told me he confirmed it with you later. Only with you,” Eddie gently explains. “He trusted you with that part of himself, because he thought you needed to hear it. If you said anything about yourself to him, then I never heard it, because he understands it’s not his place to do that. But you threw that in his face.”

“But I- I didn’t mean it like that. He told everyone last time,” Will replies, his voice is shaking as it comes crashing down on him. Guilt eating him up.

“No, he said Sir Stephen did that,” Eddie reminds him. “He kept it in the game, so that he could deny it if necessary. He isn’t ready to tell the others yet. And when he is ready, that's for him to tell them, not you. You really hurt him there.”

“God, I’m a terrible person,” Will exclaims, a few tears leaking from his face. “He must be so mad at me right now. He’s never going to forgive me.”

“I think he will,” Eddie tells him. Knowing Stevie, she already has honestly. “He loves you kids so much, he can’t stay mad, even if he was. But you might need to apologize to him, let him know you didn’t mean it.”

“I didn’t, honest,” Will quickly agrees. “He was just telling me all these things and then he shows up with a girlfriend all of a sudden.”

Eddie puts an arm on Will’s shoulder, before he can work himself into a panic, and says: “Hey, I understand. I get it, I do. But Stevie is bisexual. He can like girls and if he likes Robin, then he’s allowed to date her.” God, it’s weird to think of those actually being together, but he needs to sell it for Robbie. “That doesn’t make him less queer. He still gets the struggles. He knows. Trust me, kid.”

“I feel so bad now,” Will whispers, ears burning with shame.

“And it’s no use letting it tear you up,” Eddie says. “It happened. You can’t change that. However, you can learn from this and apologize to Stevie. How does that sound?”

“Good,” Will nods.

“That’s good to hear,” Eddie smiles, hugging Will. “I get it. Just take a moment. You need it. Do you want me to send Stevie to here so you can talk?”

“I would love that. Thank you,” Will says. “Also, sorry for being a dick during the game.”

“You’re forgiven,” Eddie says easily. He has been a kid himself after all. He knows that you have to learn these things, that sometimes you haven’t learned to control your emotions yet. That you just need some time.

In the end, Eddie is mostly glad he was there to step in before it went wrong and someone got outed and hurt. Glad he’s there to tell Will, before he can do it again.

~End Eddie’s POV ~

“He’ll come around,” Robin is assuring her, rubbing her cheek as they lie on the couch. Vaguely Stevie is aware of the kids fluttering around, pointedly not coming too close after the whole mess of emotions at the table. But he can’t really bring himself to care.

She’s startled out of her thoughts by a hand landing on his shoulder. He looks to the side and Eddie is kneeling next to the couch. His eyes are worried as he asks: “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” Stevie assures him softly. “Just surprised me. Robbie’s been keeping the kids away, I’m more grateful than I should be for that. I don’t know what they’re going to say or what they’re thinking. It’s scary.”

“I know what Will is going to say,” Eddie offers.

Stevie perks up at that, remembering what she heard as she laid down. He asks: “What’s he gonna say? Did your talk go okay?”

“It went well, princess, don’t worry. Will is very sorry about what just happened and wants to apologize,” Eddie informs him and it’s like a burden has been removed from his shoulders. “He’s waiting on the back porch. I told him I’d get you. Now, I know you have that big heart, but don’t tell him it’s okay, sweetheart. You’re allowed to be hurt.”

“I don’t want to be mad at him,” Stevie says softly. “I get it. I would be confused too.”

“And I’m not saying you have to hold a grudge,” Eddie replies. “You can forgive him if that feels right. All I’m trying to say is that you’re allowed to be upset at him, Stevie, and you don’t have to pretend like you don’t have emotions to comfort him.”

Stevie doesn’t really agree with that, it hurt but he can take it. It wasn’t Will’s fault that he is Robin’s beard and that made it confusing.

“I’m with Eddie here,” Robin pipes up. “You’re this amazing mom and you always put them first and that’s great. Very you. But you also have feelings, Stevie. That’s okay.”

He’s quiet for a second, the sighs: “I guess,” which makes both Eddie and Robin smile.

“Now, go talk to Will and we can talk to the kids,” Eddie offer.

“We?” Robin protests. “They’re scary. Erica can, like, eat me. I don’t deserve to be eaten by children. I’m too young to go like that.”

That makes Stevie laugh, snorting in a very unflattering manner with Eddie joining in. They both laugh at an indignant Robin for a bit. Then Stevie gets herself under control and asks: “What will you tell them?”

“Nothing you don’t want me to,” Eddie promises. “Just that you and Will had a misunderstanding and made up now. And that they need to shut up about it if they want to survive the campaign. Robs will be your supportive girlfriend backing me up.”

Both Stevie and Robin pull a face at that. No matter how much they love each other and how close they are, people talking about them like they’re together is still weird. Though something they will have to get used to.

But she is grateful to Eddie for doing that for her. He smiles: “That would be nice. Thanks.”

“Hey, no problem, princess,” Eddie smiles back, before patting his leg and getting up. “Now, go talk with Will the Currently-Not-So-Wise.” And with that, they split ways.

When he gets outside, Will is looking very small, kind of like that time in ‘84 when he’d been taken over by the mind flayer. A pang of sympathy goes through him as he sits down. “Hey there, baby Byers. Eddie said you wanted to talk.”

Will looks up at her, guilt in his eyes turning to tears as he says: “I’m so, so sorry, Steve. I swear, I didn’t mean to out you.”

Stevie is able to ignore the name, just feeling connected to the kid. He knows firsthand how hard it can be. Where she isolated herself and floated away, Will became angry. It’s natural. The kid could use a bit more bite and to stand up for himself, it’s just a pity that it had been directed at Stevie when he finally did.

“Come here,” she offers, holding out his arms so that Will can fall into them. Something the teen does eagerly.

For a moment, Stevie holds him like he’d done on Halloween. They sway a bit, before Stevie murmurs into the top of Will’s head: “I’m not going to say it didn’t hurt, it did. I shared it with you to help you and it hurts that you don’t trust be to be honest with you, that you think I would lie to you about that.”

“I’m sorry,” Will replies, speaking into her chest. “I- I was just so happy that I wasn’t alone and that you were nice about it that I- I just got angry when I saw you with Robin. It just felt like you left me alone again. And I know that’s stupid now and I got mad at you for no reason and that’s really unfair and I’m so sorry.”

“I forgive you, kid, promise,” Stevie assures him. “All of this is so fucking hard when you think you’re alone and I can’t image what it feels like to think that has been taken from you.”

“Still, I never meant to make you feel like you faked it or something,” Will says. “I hadn’t even realized until Eddie reminded me that you can like girls too and that doesn’t mean you’re not still one of us.”

“Thank you, I’m glad to hear you say that,” Stevie smiles, holding Will closer.

God, the kid doesn’t even know how fucking queer Stevie is, even by gay standards is what she’s doing a lot. But he has learned not to care. Eddie and Robin have been accepting and he has Madame Tucker in the city. He has found people that accept her and that’s enough.

“It’s all just about finding your people,” Stevie says, pulling away so that she can look Will in the eyes as she presses: “I hope you won’t forget that I’m you people. I’m in your corner. Always. Talk to me next time, alright?”

“Of course,” Will promises. “Again sorry and thank you for letting me sort my stuff out and letting me apologize for my shit behavior.”

“Not a problem. If anyone knows the importance of second chances, it’s me,” Stevie says. “I don’t know if Jonathan ever told you about our fight when you were missing.” Will shakes his head. “I called him a queer,” Stevie admits. She has never told anyone, too ashamed of it now. “Bit ironic in hindsight, isn’t it?” Will nods. “Anyway, I learned to be better than that asshole. And let me tell you, that guy? Much worse than you are, you’re gonna be fine. Don’t worry.”

“Thank you, mom,” Will says again. “I won’t forget.”

“Good,” Stevie smiles. “Now how about we play some more DnD? I’ve heard Eddie mumble all day and if we don’t find out what’s in the dungeon I might rip my hair out.”

Will giggles and nods, returning to the boy Stevie has known these past three years. It’s good to see him again as they make their way back.

The others are all seated around the table, Eddie at the head, smiling reassuringly at them, which calms Stevie’s nerves. She can’t place the looks yet and it’s a bit unnerving. Surprisingly it’s Will, who breaks the silence: “Sorry for being a dick about nothing. I hope we can continue to play like normal.”

Dustin, Eric and Lucas assure him they can, but Mike raises his brows, looking suspiciously between the two. He asks: “You sure?”

“Yeah, I was in the wrong,” Will admits easily. He has always been the most emotionally mature out of them all and Stevie is incredibly grateful for that now.

Mike looks like he’s about to protest, but Eddie kicks his foot under the table, a move that is totally obvious with how he has to slouch to reach all the way there. Stevie snorts at it while Mike grumbles something agreeable.

It’s again a bit tense at first, but soon Mike misses a stealth check and miserably fails, flailing like an idiot. This has them all cracking up as they go back to normal and play for the rest of the night like usual.

At one point Robin comes in to complain that she’s hungry and Stevie has to make her favorite snack. He rolls his eyes, but Eddie calls a break and immediately demands that Stevie makes his favorite too. So, Stevie makes special popcorn for both, as well as a bunch for the kids.

When it’s time to leave, the kids put up their usual protest, none of them willing to leave yet. It’s nice to see them back like that. However, Stevie has to put his foot down.

This time Eddie is driving too, since their parents hadn’t driven them to school they have their bikes with them. Stevie can take one bike, so he’s taking the two Sinclairs and Will again, while Eddie drops off Mike and Dustin. Stevie is supposed to take Robin too, but she says: “No, I’m staying here. I told my mom I’d be with you. You can stay over too?”

She gives her eyes she’s never been able to say no to and both of them know he has nothing better to do. So, he just shrugs: “You checked with Eds if it’s okay?”

“Course, he said he slept well with us there and he can probably use the support after today,” she tells her and that’s all the convincing he needs.

He first drops of the Sinclairs and then it’s just him and Will again. They drive in companionable silence for a few moments, before Will says: “I was thinking about coming out to my mom and stuff.”

“Yeah?” Stevie replies, managing the right balance between interested and supportive to prompt Will more.

“I told her I read about Elton John being gay when his song was on the radio,” Will explains. “And she seemed nice about it. I want to be able to talk to her about this stuff, you know. I guess that has been putting me on edge.”

“That’s okay,” Stevie says. “Remember when I was out of it in July and August?” Will nods. “That was me figuring myself out. Everyone reacts differently.”

“You seem happier now,” Will notes.

“I got lucky with people who support me,” Stevie says honestly. “That makes all the difference in how you feel. And being comfortable with who you are. That’s the most important, becoming home in your own skin.”

“Yeah,” Will agrees. “California was really good for me in that regard. The school was much bigger and no one really knew us, so I found a bit more of myself.”

“That’s so good to hear, kid,” Stevie smiles.

“So what do you think? About telling my mom, I mean,” Will asks.

Stevie bites his lip, she doesn’t have any experience here. Deciding honesty is the best road, he replies: “I don’t know. I don’t have that relationship with my parents, they’re never going to know, but Joyce is different. She loves you very much. If you have faith, then I trust your judgment. In the end, you know what’s best for you.”

Will sighs, slumping in his seat. “I don’t know either.”

“Do you think you can tell El?” Stevie asks. “You’ve lived with her for a year, you’ve gotten closer, right?”

“Why?”

“Well – and I hate how we have to look at this – but strategically, she hasn’t grown up around the same bullshit as us, so she won’t be judgmental. You can explain to it her. Or let me explain it to her if that will make you more comfortable,” Stevie explains. “El also isn’t your mom, so if it’s bad, she won’t have the same emotional hurt. Think of it as a test run. Besides, if she is cool – which is more likely – you’ll have super powered back up.”

Will mulls it over, then says: “I guess you’re right. Thanks.” He’s quiet for a beat. “Will it always have to be like this when coming out? Like some sort of war meeting?”

He sounds defeated and Stevie’s heart breaks for him. “Hopefully not one day. And in some spaces there is already the acceptance. Once you’re old enough, I’ll take you to the big city. We can go to a gay club and you can be yourself. I promise.”

“A gay club?” Will repeats, sounding excited and surprised. “You’ve been to a gay club?”

“Contrary to popular belief, I do have a life,” Stevie laughs, Will joining in.

There’s a short silence, then Will says: “Would you talk to El for me?”

“Sure,” Stevie agrees easily. “Do you have a timeline in mind? Because I’ve been thinking about coming out to the whole party, Max and El too. Just not Hopper and Joyce yet. If I do that, it’ll be less suspicious for you.”

“You have?” Will asks.

“Yeah,” Stevie answers, though it’s the first time she’s admitted it like that. “I don’t know, I feel like I’ve found a piece of myself and I want to share that. I’m looking to move out, get a place of my own. I’m carving out my little spot and I want the people I care about to be part of that. Plus, I want to be able to tell Dustin that I only watch Star Wars because Han Solo is hot. His reaction will be hilarious.”

He covers up the serious with a joke, but it works as Will laughs and agrees that that will be funny and he must wait until Will can witness it.

“Well, I don’t have a timeline yet,” Will answers the earlier question. “But thank you.”

“I told you I would be looking out for you,” Stevie says as they pull up to the Byers house. Hopper waiting on the porch as he smokes. “Say hi to them from me. Bye.”

“Bye, will do!” Will greets him, running up to the house, looking more settled and at ease then when Stevie picked him up. She did well.

At Eddie’s bungalow, Robin is already waiting by the door alongside Eddie, van parked haphazardly in the driveway. Stevie easily pulls up next to it and gets out, asking: “How are you two? Eddie?”

“I’m doing good,” Eddie assures her. “Now get in here before you catch a cold. It’s fucking November.”

“And what about me?” Robin pouts. “Why does Eddie get a special shout out? Don’t you love your girlfriend?”

“Stop that,” Stevie grimaces. “You don’t get special girlfriend privileges. I refuse to give you that power.” He closes the door behind him. “I just wanted to check in since Eddie came out to the group and that got kind of overshadowed by my argument with Will.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie assures her. “It went well, I’m happy. And after tonight those kids know how to keep their mouths shut about it.”

“I’m glad,” Stevie says. Then hugs him as she whispers: “Also thank you so much for stepping in like you did. For coming out. For talking to Will.”

Eddie holds on just as tightly and says: “It wasn’t a problem, sweetheart.”

Robin wraps her arms around the two of them and says: “I was feeling left out of the feelings pile, disgusting as it may be,” which makes them all laugh.

They get ready for bed, all having stuff at all of their houses to sleep in, though Stevie slips back into the comfy clothes he picked up earlier. Now that she’s out, she’s going to be comfortable and after Eddie’s good reaction, he doesn’t think Robin’s will be bad.

Still, she’s a bit nervous as she steps into Eddie’s bedroom. Naturally that’s for nothing, because when Robin sees him, she squeals: “Oh my god, you look so cute!”

“Thank you,” Stevie smiles, unable to stop himself from doing a little twirl. It feels unreal that she only came out this morning. With everything that had happened and the reception from her friends, it feels longer.

Robin bounces over to him excitedly and asks: “Can I do your makeup? Is that a thing I can do? I know I’m not a girly girl in that sense, but I like doing makeup, I just don’t always like the feeling of it on my face, you know. Or is that not a thing for you? Because it’s fine if not, I was just offering. You can say no, no worries.”

His eyes glimmer and he’s nodding before she can finish. “You can 100% do my makeup at some point, Robbie. I’d love that. That is a thing for me, yeah.”

“Is there anything else that is a thing? Like something we can do or help you get?” Eddie asks.

“Uhm,” Stevie blushes, not sure if he’ll be able to admit this yet. She bites her lip and says: “I- I’ve stolen a few of my mother’s skirts. She hasn’t been home to notice. But I’m not really, you know, ready to wear one with anyone there. And it’s more about the figure of it anyway.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie smiles and Robin nods vigorously.

“It’s hard to explain,” he tells them. “It’s not like I want to drastically change things about myself or anything, but there are all these little things that just add up.”

“Add up in a bad way or a good way?” Robin asks, always observant.

“Depends on the day really,” she says, flopping down on the bed. He stares at the ceiling, which is starting to be taken over by Eddie’s posters. The whole room screams Eddie and it’s comforting, but makes him sad too, because her room isn’t like that at all. It’s picture perfect, like he’s supposed to be, but she isn’t.

“Stevie?” Robin nudges him, sitting down on one side, while Eddie gets on the other.

“I don’t want to bother you with it,” Stevie says. “It’s all probably nonsense. Sometimes I feel like it’s all in my head, you know.”

“Bother away,” Eddie tells her. “Robbie has complained at length about her love life and I have bothered you endlessly about hot guys. So now you get to bother us about this. It’s called mutual exchange, sweetheart.”

Stevie snorts at Eddie’s delivery of the words. Then takes a breath and says: “I’ve been growing my hair out and some days I really like it, makes me feel cute. But other days I feel like I’m a dad going through a midlife crises, you know. Or it’s my face that seems too sharp some days, but too broad on others. Like it will never be anything but masculine, which sucks.”

He rubs his face and sighs as Robin makes a soft noise and Eddie lays his head on Stevie’s shoulder for comfort.

“And then my arms,” Stevie goes on, encouraged. “They make me feel conflicted. Because I like being strong, knowing I can protect the kids and step in when necessary. That makes me feel good, that’s nice. But on bad days I just look at them and my shoulders and I’m a jock. A stupid jock, who won’t ever be anything else, no matter how hard I try.”

“Don’t call yourself stupid, sweetheart, we talked about this,” Eddie reminds her gently.

“Yeah, I’d have to fight you for being mean to my soulmate and honestly, I’m not coordinated enough to win that fight,” Robin adds.

Stevie laughs at her, Eddie joining in, before Robin whines that they shouldn’t be laughing at her serious struggles.

The laughter dies out and Stevie says: “Thanks. It’s just- ugh,” she makes a frustrated noise, “things that make me feel good one day, suck the next. And it’s never like I hate something huge about myself, which is nice, but it’s just little things. I try doing little things to balance it out, like the higher waists or things that flare out in the middle to give the illusion of hips. Sometimes it works, others it doesn’t. But it’s just little things. Does that makes sense?”

“I think it does,” Robin replies after a second. “It’s a bit like me and my anxiety, you know. I do get anxious over big things of course, but some days it’s just that the coffee machine didn’t work well and I ran a bit late and then I tripped and before I know it I’m having an anxiety attack about something that I’d usually just brush off. It makes sense. And I do, like, little things to soothe myself, like talk to you or like gesture as I ramble, but those don’t always work.”

“Huh, that does make sense,” Eddie comments. “You truly operate on the same frequency, it’s creepy.”

“You love us,” they say in sync, both giving the other a surprised look, before the three of them burst into laughter.

They talk for a little more, before getting into bed. Stevie doesn’t know when they’ve developed a usual placement, but they slot together like it’s natural. All the most comfortable. She tries not to think about how he’s being held so tenderly. How nice it is. How rarely it used to happen, before he met Robin and Eddie.

The night is peaceful and all of them couldn't be more grateful for it.

Next morning, they’re all up early, since they all have a morning shift. That means they run into Wayne, who is eating his dinner. Even if they are regular guests there, Wayne’s schedule made that they’re only familiar with the man in passing. Stevie freezes a little, highly aware of the outfit she’s wearing, but Wayne doesn’t say a thing.

So, Stevie makes breakfast, like she always does for the three of them, as they say their good mornings, while Eddie and Robin sit down. He’s familiar in the kitchen and he can feel Wayne’s eyes on her as he works, though he quickly gets distracted by his rambling nephew.

She puts down the plates and sits down, Eddie is telling Wayne something about the game last night, nonchalantly adding: “And I came out to them.”

There’s an immediate silence as Stevie and Robin give him ‘what the fuck are you doing’-looks at just telling his uncle that.

“That’s good, kid. Did they take it well?” is Wayne’s only response, which is all the more confusing.

Eddie catches their look and quickly assures them: “Oh, Wayne is cool. Didn’t you know that? I thought I mentioned that. Sorry. And yeah, they took it well.”

“I’m glad,” Wayne smiles and Stevie is reminded of their stay in the hospital, of Wayne’s casual acceptance of everything that makes Eddie, Eddie. How jealousy he was of that, how he still is, though she knows Eddie deserves it so much and she doesn’t begrudge him. How it apparently extends to this too. How much she wants that.

Then Wayne speaks up again, sounding a bit tentative. “Eddie told me you were good sports about it, you’re always welcome here. I know it’s none of my business, but if there’s a reason you took it so well, know that you’re safe here.”

Both Stevie and Robin stare at Wayne with wide eyes, as if he’s a miracle from the heavens, a mirage in the desert.

“I’m a lesbian,” Robin blurts out and Stevie whips her head around. This is the third time Robin has ever come out and he’s so proud of her, but also scared. He thinks they know Wayne, but what if Eddie miscalculated.

“Thank you for trusting me with that,” Wayne nods and Robin smiles, bright and happy.

The longing from before calls out again, tugging at Stevie’s chest and he hears herself say: “I’m bisexual. I like men and women.”

Again Wayne says: “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

It’s foreign, the acceptance of a parental figure, but it feels great even if he isn’t close with Wayne himself. She vows to make it soon so that he can talk to El and help Will come out to his mom. If anyone deserves this, it’s that kid.

All at once it hits him that this is what a parent is supposed to be. She hasn’t seen her own parents since a short visit in late September that lasted two days wherein he only saw them for a few hours total, sharing one dinner with them and breakfast before they had to leave.

In their brief visit, her father had taken the time to inform her how disappointed he is and how Stevie – sorry Steven – isn’t living up to the Harrington name and how he expected so much more from him. His mother had been in the background tutting and shaking her head. She never stepped in and has always taken his father’s side, despite the fact that he’s an asshole.

And it’s not like she didn’t know that already. He has long since known that she’s not going to be the businessman her father wants her to be, that he’s not going to keep the Harrington name high like his mother has always done, that he wants to move out and get away from them. That she wants to build her life away from them and their toxic ideals. A small part even subconsciously realizing that neither of them have ever loved him.

But it all just hits him again at Wayne’s easy acceptance. Wayne loves Eddie for everything. It’s unconditional and endless in supply.

And she suddenly accepts it, instead of just knowing it. His parents don’t love him and she doesn’t want to be a person they can love. It feels a bit like a burden is being lifted, a piece clicking in place as she works out who he wants to be. She doesn’t have to keep pleasing them.

Yet, he refuses to cry, looking up like she does when he’s wearing mascara and getting emotional about something. She’s not going to cry about parents that she doesn’t care about anymore. He has support. Wayne is there for him and hopefully so will Hopper and Joyce. He has made her own family and she’s not going to waste tears over those assholes.

“Are you okay there, kid?” Wayne asks when he stays silent. Eddie prompting: “Stevie?” as Robin asks the age old question if he ODed there.

She takes a breath and forces a smile. “I’m fine. Sorry. I refuse to fucking cry again. It’s bad for your skin.” Making Eddie and Robin huff with laughter. He turns to Wayne. “Thanks, that means a lot to me.”

“I could tell,” Wayne says and it doesn’t sound mean. Then he adds: “I went to school with your daddy. If you ever need to get out, you can come here.”

He nearly starts tearing up again, but manages to push it down as he says: “I’ll keep it in mind, but they’re hardly home. It’s not so bad. And I’m close to being able to move out.”

Eddie and Robin both smile sadly, they know of his rocky home life. He always insists it wasn’t that bad, but they shut her down every time, so he stopped trying. However, Wayne just frowns and asks: “When did you see them last?”

“I mean, they stopped by for two days in September and they called in August,” Stevie shrugs, decidedly over trying to maintain their image. “They were busy when me and Eddie were recovering, but they also came by in May. Business is moving to the West Coast. I think they have a house there too.”

“Fucking hell, kid, those assholes don’t know who they’re missing out on,” Wayne whistles, before saying, “If you want, you can come over for thanksgiving. We never do anything big, but it has to beat whatever they’ll do.”

Now Stevie is smiling so very wide, his parents are never in town for thanksgiving, since it’s supposed to be a holiday for family and therefore not something they can show off at. Still, it is a family holiday, so he asks: “Really? I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything.”

“Really,” Wayne assures him. “If you feel guilty, you can help in the cooking. Eddie has all his cooking skills from me, which are very little. And you looked plenty comfortable there.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Stevie says, feeling like her face is splitting in two.

After that Wayne finishes his dinner and bids them all a good day, before disappearing down the hall to his room to sleep. The new bungalow giving him the luxury of a room with good curtains, which have helped according to Eddie.

Fuck, Eddie, she turns to him and quickly asks: “You don’t mind me coming, right? I can not come if you want me to.”

“Stevie, sweetheart, I’d love nothing more,” Eddie assures him.

Robin complains: “Ahw man, I was hoping to invite you to my thanksgiving, since you’re supposed to be my boyfriend. You would make it so much more bearable to listen to auntie Linda and her stupid gossip.”

A warmth blooms his chest at the words. He knows his friends want her around, but it’s never not nice to hear. An idea pops in his head and he says: “I mean, if Wayne and Eddie agree you can tell them you’re celebrating thanksgiving with me.”

At the suggestion Robin’s eyes practically light up and she turns her puppy eyes on Eddie immediately, who laughs: “No need for the eyes, Robbie. Of course you’re welcome.”

“Hell yeah,” she cheers, already rambling on what she needs to tell her mother to get her to agree to let Robin come, which devolves into her complaining about said mother while they get ready for work.

Saturday is a busy day as is Sunday, but the week drags on rather peacefully after.

On Wednesday he calls Madame Tucker as has become customary to do every other week and fills her in on what has happened. “So Eddie and Robin took it well and I’m thinking about coming out to the kids as bisexual. The whole gender thing is further away, but you know, baby steps.”

“Oh, I’m so proud of you, honey,” Madame Tucker squeals into the phone. “It’s absolutely criminal that I can’t pinch your cheeks right now. I feel like a proud mother.”

Stevie laughs as he jokes: “Still a single mother?” before asking, “Or did your date work out? If he was a dick I can come up there and beat him up.”

“Don’t worry just yet, doll, I have my security beefy friends here too. And it’s not necessary at all, by the way,” Madame Tucker assures her. “The date was lovely. Brian was an utter gentleman. I’m seeing him again this weekend, actually.”

“Tell me everything,” Stevie demands and they’re on the phone for a few more hours.

Friday they play DnD and Stevie tells them that he’s invited them to her house for a sleepover tomorrow and that he got Hopper to agree to let El come and Max is coming too. Tells them it’ll be fun, just dick around with the only adult supervision him, Eddie and Robin.

The kids jump on the idea already making snack demands and arguing about what movies they’re going to watch. Stevie looks up at Robin in the door way, eyebrow raised, she nods at her, then looks to Eddie and smiles. He’s going to confirm it.

That Saturday she has a double shift wherein in the kids come in and annoy him about what to watch. All of them are there. Max with her crutches and big, thick glasses (she had confided how him wearing glasses too made her feel better about it, Stevie stopped looking into contacts) and El, who has never been, usually fine with the others picking.

El wins getting to pick something, since she never has before, which only leads to all the kids trying to influence her. It’s really funny when Mike tries to pull the boyfriend card and El tells him he doesn’t show her all the things, before turning to Max for a recommendation.

Max naturally dawns a smug grin as she leads El to the good movies as the boys protest. It’s nice to see them act like that, Stevie thinks. Like kids.

There is so much fondness in her heart for them, his own little family. He thinks they’re going to be solid after this. He hopes so. She never thought she would have this, but he’s getting more and more used to the idea of having people, who won’t leave. It would break her if they did now.

Eddie picks up a few of the kids, Stevie the others. It’s routine. They’ve fallen into a co-parenting act together, which Robin teases them for relentlessly. Stevie secretly thinks it’s nice. It’s nice to work together, to not be responsible alone.

The kids have settled on The Goonies and Top Gun. They all settle in to the blanket fortress they’ve built. They have so many snacks that Stevie just knows they’re going to be hyper before they all crash.

He decides it’s time while they’re watching Top Gun. They’re at the volleyball scene and she comments: “I get why Nance has a Tom Cruise poster. He’s fucking hot,” desperately trying to be casual about it.

“Hm, he does look like he’s sweating,” El, sweet innocent El, says in turn and they can’t help but crack up.

Max softly says: “He means hot as in attractive. Or at least I think so.” She gives Stevie a look asking for an explanation.

She nods: “Yeah, I’m bisexual.”

Stevie is studying all the reactions. Will look so proud and relieved as do Eddie and Robin, while the other Hellfire kids nod, they’ve been eased into it and already suspected. Max luckily looks like she knows what he’s talking about and is okay with it.

That leaves El, who looks incredibly confused as she asks: “Bisexual? What does that mean?”

“Well, it means that I like both girls and boys. In a romantic sense. If someone’s gay they’re a boy who likes other boys, while lesbians are girls that like girls, just like straight boys like girls and straight girls like boys. I like both and that’s bisexual,” Stevie explains patiently, glad the others have all shut up and don’t try to interrupt.

El nods in understanding, mouthing the word to herself, which makes Stevie smile. He knew that El would get it and be cool. Still, she’s glad to confirm it.

“I need to tell you something important about it, El. It’s important to me that you listen. Can you do that?” he asks, hating that he has to tell her this too.

She nods, frowning at the serious tone and confirms: “I am listening.”

“Not everyone is accepting of people who like people who are the same gender,” Stevie says, her own heart breaking as she does. “They think it’s outside the norm, unnatural, wrong. These people are of course incorrect, but they still attack gay people, if not physical then verbal. It’s very dangerous for people to know.”

Her frown deepens, anger mixing with the confusion, hardening her face which is starting to soften again as her curls get longer again.

“Me telling you is trusting you to tell no one, who wasn’t here. I know you take friends don’t lie very seriously and I can respect that, but you cannot tell Hopper or Joyce. Anyone,” he has to press to drive the point home, no matter how much it sucks. “If the wrong people find out, then I could be in serious danger. Do you understand?”

“But- But dad, Hopper, he’s not a bad man,” she says, like she can’t understand that Hopper would ever hurt a friend.

“I know he’s not,” Stevie assures her. “But even good people can have bad opinions. And until I think he’s safe, I’m not ready to tell him. Not to mention that this is something personal. It’s my thing to tell people, my decision. It’s polite not to say until someone has said so themselves. Please, tell me you won’t say. Promise.”

“I promise,” she says. “I won’t tell. People who think like that are stupid and if anyone hurts you I’ll crush them,” she adds to her promise in a matter of fact tone, making Stevie smile.

“Then you’re also safe to tell that I’m gay,” Eddie tells her, piggy backing on Stevie’s explanation to tell Max and El as well. “I only like boys.”

El looks at him just as seriously and says: “I won’t tell.”

“Thank you, supergirl,” Eddie smiles.

“I won’t either, by the way,” Max adds. “And I think it’s cool. Thanks for trusting us and shit.”

“No problem, Red,” Stevie smiles and Eddie winks with a thumbs up.

Then Max ruins the moment, by saying: “But really? Tom Cruise? Do you have to be a basic bitch about it?” which makes everyone laugh as the room returns to normal and they watch the move for a bit longer.

After they finish Top Gun Max reveals she has brought nail polish for her and El, trying to pull Robin into it too. They demand girl bonding and want gossip on her dating life with Stevie. With a suffering look, she goes with them, Stevie laughing at her misery.

Will has brought a few board games and they collectively discover that Stevie hasn’t played many of them, because she always portrayed himself as too cool for them, while not wanting to appear stupid in front of friends, who already knew the rules from playing with their families.

However, the kids don’t mind explaining at all, even if they yell over each other or correct the person who is speaking and devolve into arguments. It’s warm, homey.

He looks through the room, his parent’s house never feeling like home unless others are there. She meets Robin’s eyes, who winks at her, before making up a ridiculous date that never happened.

Robin doesn’t want to tell the kids just yet, Stevie asked when telling her and Eddie about wanting to come out. She now knows they’re cool, sure but she isn’t as close with the kids as Stevie and Eddie are. Save maybe Dustin and Erica.

Besides, Robin’s parents will disown her if they ever find out, no matter how nice they are, and she needs them to get through college, unless she gets a scholarship. So until Stevie has his own place (he doesn’t want to risk his parents coming back with her there), she is staying comfortably in the closet.

Nothing wrong with that, and if she has some fun with it, then it’s her business. And Stevie’s, who will have to endure the kids’ teasing over it. And Eddie, who will also make fun of the kids making fun of him.

In the end, he is right about all the kids crashing. It’s only the physical therapy that both Eddie and her have had to do, that allows them to carry the kids to the blanket fort.

Eddie, Robin and Stevie retreat upstairs to Stevie’s room, loving the kids, but being too old to sleep on couches and mattresses on the floor. So, they get into her bed, Robin muttering: “Stevie, your bed is the most comfortable, but your room is just creepy.”

“I think it’s because it feels like it’s from a catalog,” Eddie replies, getting behind Stevie. “When you move out, we’re gonna make sure your room has personality. I swear it, princess.”

Stevie is very excited for that day. He has never known what to do with his room that would make it feel more like home without angering his mother. She never succeeded, but he thinks he can without her mother’s expectations. He never fit in there anyway.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “I’m looking for something, you know.”

“Yeah?” Eddie hums.

“Found something yet?” Robin asks.

“I was thinking of trying to find something with two bedrooms. It’s easier with the house prices going down after everything, you know,” Stevie says. “And it’ll be a good investment for when we want to get out of here. Value should go up.”

“God, you’re such a business child sometimes, it’s creepy. Don’t sell into the capitalistic overlords, promise me, Stevie,” Eddie says.

Stevie rolls her eyes, but laughs. He says: “I won’t. What I was going to say, I don’t know how much either of you moving in is still a plan or possibility when it happens. However, with two bedrooms we can share, but still have a bed for if someone doesn’t feel like being touched. Plus, we can tell people that Robin and I share, because we’re supposed to be dating and Eddie can live there too without it being weird.”

They’re both quiet for a second, then Robin shuffles closer, hugging the other two as she says: “I can’t believe you’ve put this much thought into it. That sounds amazing, dingus. Gosh, we’d be the best roommates.”

“That’s smart,” Eddie agrees. “Though I don’t think I’m ever not sharing. I hate sleeping alone. I get nightmares easier and I move around more. I fell out bed last week, my ass hurt for days afterwards.”

All of them snicker, talking a bit more about how they’ll decorate. However, they also feel the exhaustion after the fun night, so they drift off during their conversation.

The next morning is naturally chaotic. Stevie is making breakfast but with him included there are ten people to cook for. Ten people who just woke up. Ten people who are grumbling as they get dressed. Ten people who have to use the bathroom.

It’s a lot.

However, this isn’t the first time he’s hosting the hoard and he has the mom pose and the voice down, so they do listen to her. Sometimes. Enough times.

After breakfast, Robin has to be brought to work, Stevie having afternoon shift. Eddie also has to work. So, they split the kids with what is handiest direction wise.

Eddie takes the Sinclairs and Mike, along with El, who is going to the Wheeler house. Stevie is bringing Robin to work, then dropping off Dustin, Max and Will in that order. Soon they’re loading in the kids, who all reluctantly say goodbye, only hurrying because of Eddie and Robin yelling at them about being late for work.

Stevie only speeds a little – trying not to think of the safety of the kids in Eddie’s car – but makes it on time for Robin’s shift, telling her she’ll see her later when he clocks in.

Dustin teases him the whole ride about his girlfriend, which she takes with an eyeroll, making up some embarrassing shit about Robin as a little act of revenge.

Will and Max together are pleasant company. Will is content to silently sit by, only offering his input from time to time, while Max tells Stevie about school. Max has a lot to make up after recovering, but she’s managing and Will says he’s been settling in okay after moving back over the summer.

Both are nice to hear. Good news is always nice.

They say goodbye to Max, watching her disappear into the Mayfield’s new government appointed bungalow. Then it’s just him and Will.

She drives in silence for a moment, then says: “El took it well.”

Will nods, staying quiet for a second, then he smiles: “Thank you, for talking to her. And explaining so I don’t have to. I really appreciate it. Especially after everything.”

“It’s okay,” Stevie assures him. “I don’t mind talking to El about it. And we all have to learn not to talk, I just got lucky with people to tell me before I did it. It worked out in the end. Plus, despite the fact that it was aimed at me, it’s nice to see you stand up for yourself. You deserve to take up space and I’m glad you’re learning that.”

“Thanks,” Will blushes. “Like I said, Cali was good for me. I’m glad we’re back, because I missed my friends and having more people that get it, but I needed a break from it all to accept myself more, I guess.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Stevie agrees.

It’s quiet for another moment, then Will says: “I’m going to come out at thanksgiving. It’ll be easier and Jonathan will be there. I want him to know.”

“That’s nice,” Stevie says. “I hope it goes well.”

“Me too,” Will sighs.

“Hey, look at me.” Will does. “It’s gonna go well. You’re going to have El there and you’re telling people who love you so so much. This isn’t going to change that. And when you’ve done it, you’re gonna get hugged and accepted and it’s going to be great. When that all happened, I want you to call me. Me and Robin are going to the Munson’s for thanksgiving. You know the number?”

“I do,” Will assures him, smiling with tears in his eyes.

“You’re going to call me and I’m going to congratulate the shit out of you and you will have another thing to be thankful for, okay?” she says, feeling a bit bad how part of this reassurance is for herself. How he subtly gave Will a number to call if it should go wrong.

“Thank you,” Will sound so sincere that it physically hurts.

“Of course, baby Byers,” Stevie says.

Then Will offers: “You could come to our thanksgiving. Mom adores you, Hopper too. You’re family, they would want you there.”

Stevie chokes up a bit and replies: “That means a lot, thank you. But I already said yes to Eddie and Wayne, maybe another time. Besides, Jonathan will be home. You guys should get to spend as much time together as possible. We see each other plenty.”

“I guess,” Will says. “But you can’t think you’re not welcome, you are. We’re each other’s people now, right? You look out for me, I look out for you.”

God, this kid is going to make him cry. “Yeah, yeah, of course,” she tells him with a lump in her throat, happy that he’s pulling up to the Byers house.

Joyce is already waiting on the steps, waving at them and offering Stevie a cup of coffee. For a change, Stevie accepts the offer. It’s nice to talk to Joyce again and to hear Will talk excitedly about the movie night, both her and Joyce smiling fondly at the kid.

Life is looking up.

~~

A/N:

I know, random POV switch there, but I felt the need to show that conversation, because it is important, you know. We all had to learn. Lets hope this teaches someone before they can make the mistake themselves. Anyways, no hate to Will, he’s one of my favorites and deserves the world <3

And I will keep making my little PSA’s here in the notes, bc you don’t have to come out. Ever. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to, even if you know you can.

[purplejan]

hiii sooo <3 i had the absolute best time the other day at the all winners show and i just want to put it here to have a way of looking back to it, some recollections of the day + a few vids and pics hehehe

the whole day was a lot of fun, lots of hours waiting in line (i fully think it was like 7 hours it was wild ckwnkwej) but my friends and i made the best of it playing uno and just goofing around

i didn't have m&g tickets but two of my friends did, and since we were the first in line my friend was able to get my poster signed, she told jaida i loved her so much and that i wasn't able to get m&g tickets but would love if she could sign me the poster, she laughed when she saw the picture i had printed, and had trouble writing my name and my friends and her laughed about her struggling to write it a lot apparently kcjnwekjvwn my friends said she was the warmest and most sweetest ever <3 also!! one of my friends gave them weed in their gift thingies and they were so fucking thankful kcjnwkjwnek trinity was the only one she said kinda looked at her weird but it was okay cause she gave her an old vintage book and apparently trinity loves getting books at m&g so she was very touched.

the local queens as always killed it; so much production, so much talent and dedication it was all so exciting and grand, i loved their performances.

jaida was the first to perform and she started with virgo's groove which was !!! my main take away from all her performances is that she's such a sexy performer?? like i don't know why i wasn't expecting that but i was so in awe, no and then she performed s&m and had a flogger as a prop?? UM??? anyways,,, it was amazing the crowd went wild. ALSO ALSO her boys number was so good too?? my favorite actually and it was then that the crowd started chanting her name and she was just the cutest and i !!!! i am simply a woman in love. also when she took the mic to speak she was the biggest dork vwkjnevkwjen she said "HELLO CHILE" pronounced correctly and then went "although i say it chile" (like she always does, the nicki minaj way kckwejnk) it was so fucking funny god.

yvie was also such a delight to see?? like she was almost in tears basically every time she took the mic, she looked so damn happy to be here and gave such a fun entertaining show, my fave was def disco tits or maybe when she performed hype cause the energy was so correct during that song. also HER LAUGH!!! incredible absolutely incredible.

trinity was living her best life, she said she had been waiting to come back and she was amazing at interacting with the audience, lots of funny jokes and such a cool presence on stage, her first number was so energetic it was wild.

SHEA MY BABY <3 she came after everyone else's numbers cause she sang her songs live?!?! my favorite was for sure collide omg it was so good?? she also gave it her all and since i knew most of the lyrics of the songs i was having the most fun. she was also very emotional with all the screaming we were doing for her, i'm pretty sure everyone wanted to see her the most out of the whole cast, when she went in it was so loud from all the screaming my ears hurt, and honestly?? it's what she deserves for being that great.

after the show we stayed for the after party and a friend bought me a gin tonic thanking me for being there from that early, i was having the absolute best time dancing in the reggaeton stage, the dj was so good, like even better than usual?? we were trying to leave and they kept put the best songs vlnwlkwe like la santa, candy and quiero bailar all after each other?? we couldn't leave lcwlvkwnlevw then we walked to my place accompanied by a lovely stray dog looking out for us <3 (that always happens, there's always a baby accompanying you on the way back after clubbing, they're the best, we gave him a sandwich for being such a good boy), we watched the episode and everyone went to bed <3

absolutely the highlight of my year so far for sure!!! here's a lil video of jaida performing boys, pls look at her smile when we started chanting her name in the bit of the song they chant lizzo's <3 <3 <3

that's my signed poster <3 absolutely my most precious possession

lastly, basically the only three "decent" pics i managed to get:

[angelofverdum]

The Good Wife

I finally watched The Good Wife, and I LOVED it. When I put this show on my watchlist I think it was on season 6 and a lot of things happened and I couldn't watch it, but I finally did and I'm so happy.

Also, I think I have never been happier to never have read a spoiler about a show.

First, I love Alicia. Lead characters are usually so boring, and even tho she was The good wife, she was growing, so we literally saw her go from wife to badass lawyer.

Julianna Margulis is a really good actress. I haven't seen a lot of her work, but she nailed it as Alicia Florrick. I always find it refreshing when the lead actor is good at their job.

Now, even tho I loved the show because some episodes were amazing (Looking at you, season 5). It had these storylines that they started and ended abruptly.

Characters disappear without explanation. The best example was Robyn. They knew they needed to replace Kalinda, so instead of sticking with Robyn, they forgot about her then they brought Jeffrey Dean Morgan to play Alicia's new love interest.

They also loved to go in circles. The whole plot about Alicia's campaign was a waste of time. The Lemond Bishop thing ended up with Kalinda just leaving, which doesn't make any sense to me.

The political plots were so boring. Anything that involved Peter was boring. Seasons 6 and 7 were awful. They focus too much on Aliica's love life.

For me, Alicia's most interesting relationship was with Peter. Not in a romantic way, I think Will was the right one, but how their relationship worked.

They should have made them friends. I know Peter sucked, and he was an asshole, but in the end, he was the only one Alicia didn't betray. I don't know; I liked their dynamic.

So the reason that I was so happy to never read anything about this show: Will's death. I was SHOCKED. I didn't even like him that much, but I was sad that he was gone.

The one thing I knew was that Archie Panjabi and Julianna Margulies didn't get along, and they couldn't be together in a scene.

So, when I saw the first season and Kalinda and Alicia's friendship started to develop, I knew I was en route to a lot of frustration.

When I met Archie she was doing the Fall (Gillian Anderson's best performance, btw), and I read about the thing with Julianna, but I wasn't expecting that she would leave the show.

I thought she finished the whole show, and that remarkable last scene between Alicia and Kalinda at the bar was one of the last scenes of the show.

Kalinda was my favorite character, and the way she was treated by the writers was terrible.

It annoyed me how they dressed her. She was an investigator working on the street. Wearing high-heeled boots and short dresses didn't make sense. Look at the way Robyn and Jason dressed. But of course, Kalinda was a sexy and mysterious investigator.

And the hair? In all 6 seasons, she let her hair down once, ONCE. Insane. Even in some sex scenes, she was having her hair up.

I wish they developed more of her character.

And I can't believe that Julianna and Archie hated each other so much that they couldn't suck it up and work together for the sake of the show. And they had a lot of chemistry, the way Kalinda went soft for Alicia only? Crazy. She got rid of her abusive husband because Alicia felt threatened.

And Kalinda and Lana? They had me giggling and twirling my hair every time they were together. Thank god I didn't watch this live because I could've died of frustration. I wanted more.

Look at this shit. I have watched her scenes together like 300 times.

I saw Eli was a fan favorite. He was ok to me, sometimes way too much.

Cary was also a favorite. Pretty privilege I guess.

Diane. I mean, how could you not love Christine Baranski. I think I have never seen her play a serious character before. I really liked Diane, but some plots were boring to me because I knew about the spin-off. So, some things weren't possible.

Last season was a drag. It was just so boring, and I couldn't wait to finish it. But seasons from 1 to 5 were fun. I was so invested in the show. I couldn't stop watching.

I find it funny how Jason ( who everybody loved bc JDM I know) was exactly Kalinda but male version.

P.S Alicia and Kalinda had one of the most devastating break up on tv

I'll watch the good fight now.

[toomuchburgers]

Alright, movie review time.. Bones and All, a new flick from Luca Guadagnino and obviously starring everyones favorite white boy Timmy Chalamet and Taylor Russel, is something that has been on my mind since i watched it a few days ago. i think this movie is fantastic, from the soundtrack to the visuals to the performances to the grossness of it all and to the romance of it all it’s kind of beautiful down to the bone (; i plan on watching it again because i just enjoyed it that much, god i’ve had the soundtrack kind of on repeat lately, even ordered the book for me and my brother who saw it with me.

For anyone unfamiliar, Bones and All is a 2022 Romance/Drama/Horror(?) film about a young woman with a peculiar hunger, Maren, who is abandoned by her father and sent on a cross country journey where she meets a drifter named Lee who shares the same hunger. they both decide to travel together in a blue pickup truck where they begin to realize their feelings for one another may be more than platonic as well as facing their pasts.

I am going to spoil stuff here so if you wanna watch blind maybe just skip this paragraph. i think my favorite part was Taylor Russel as Maren, she has this sense of relatability to her as the outsider in the world she lives in, both her and Lee are searching for some sort of identity throughout the film and it’s real, or at least it feels real, i’ve been there i’m sure many others have when you aren’t deemed normal for the way to act, talk, look, etc. obviously it’s a bit different in this case since both of them eat people but considering the whole thing is sort of a metaphor i think you can switch it out and see just how much one might relate to these two. especially when they do start falling for each other because they can finally find solace in someone loving them for who they are. it’s a little touching in a way which makes the ending all the more tragic as they finally settle down, or “be people” as Lee puts it, they still have to face a part of their past, in the form of Mark Rylance’s Sully, rearing it’s head again and ultimately destroying what they built together. it’s sad, it got me for sure. especially since Sully, who i mentioned there, is so terrifying. every single time he was on screen my stomach got tight, he’s played so perfectly as this other outcast who shares a lot in common with Maren and Lee and yet, can’t seem to leave them alone. and it ends on this great yet kind of unsettling collage of images from the this awful moment flashing between what their apartment looked like and after it was cleaned, before finishing on this beautiful shot of a midwest field that they once sat in together. i think that’s where i’ll end it, this movie is a 5 out of 5 stars. it’s so beautifully shot and acted that it’s been on my mind for a few days now. have a good day everyone.

[shawnmendesbuddy]

Day 7–It’s Not December First! (25 Days of Ficmas)

A/N: Hope you enjoy

Y/N and Shawn were very best friends. They met in middle school and instantly cliqued. They both enjoyed the art and sounds of music. In fact, Y/N was the one who taught Shawn to play the piano and in turn he taught her how to play the guitar. 

When Shawn first got famous on Vine, Y/N was the first to hype him up and congratulate him about it. She would occasionally make appearances in his YouTube and Vine videos as backup vocals or instrumentals. But overall, she didn’t like being in the limelight. She even helped Shawn write some of his first songs, providing him with good lyrics and beats. 

When he got invited to travel with the MAGCON boys he made sure to bid Y/N a proper goodbye with a kiss to her lips. It was a soft peck, and she didn’t think anything of it. It was a simple goodbye. But Aaliyah had thought otherwise having seen the whole thing go down. 

“Did he just kiss you?!” She said as Shawn walked to security, waving goodbye to the two. Y/N didn’t notice the light blush that tinted his cheeks. 

“I…yes? But it wasn’t like that. He just was giving me a friendly goodbye.”

“Hmm, ok,” Aaliyah smirked. 

Shawn and Y/N had facetimed every night he was gone at MAGCON. Shawn seemed to like it, but he longed for more. He loved the boys but thought their performances were kind of a joke. So, he decided to return home two months later, missing Y/N and his family more than anything. 

The second he saw Y/N standing there at the airport, he pulled her into a hug and kissed her lips lightly again. He seemed to not register what he had done until Aaliyah was nudging him and raising her eyebrows at the two. “Did something happen over facetime with you two that I missed?”

“No, no. I’m so sorry Y/N. I don’t know what I was thinking. I think I just got too excited to see you.”

She grabbed his hand. “Shawn, it’s fine. People in other countries do it as a greeting all the time. I mean it was a little weird but if that is how you want to greet me from now on, no complaints,” she chuckled. 

“Are you subtly trying to hint at me that you liked that kiss, and you would like me to do it again,” his corny self-asked. He was genuinely scared she would reject him. 

“Maybe.” She said with a smirk. 

“Good, because that is what I was hoping you were going to say.” And he pulled her into another kiss. This time it was longer than a peck and he wrapped his arms around her waist while hers were around his neck. 

“I’ve waited a while for that.”

“Me too. Sorry it took me so long.” 

And so, their love story began. With the help of Y/N as his muse, Shawn was able to write an entire album. He was discovered by Andrew Gertler, a manager at Island Records, and was signed with them. Y/N couldn’t have been prouder. 

They somehow were able to balance their relationship through three world tours and the two were going strong. In fact, they had just recently moved in with each other. 

Y/N loved Shawn with all her heart, but ever since they had moved in with each other, she had found little things that he did that annoyed her. Like how he would always leave his clothes on the bedroom floor until the end of the week. Or how he never cleaned his toothpaste stains from out of the sink. 

She also hated how he would put his clothes on her side of the closet. He also watched shows with the subtitles on, which never bugged her when they weren’t living together, but constantly having it on their TV was really annoying. 

It wasn’t that Shawn didn’t try to help her around the house because he did. But he was awful at laundry and frankly too busy to deal with it, so she was left with cleaning his laundry as well as hers. He often would come home from the studio exhausted and wouldn’t help with the dishes from dinner. 

But he always tried to keep the living room clean and would help her deep clean the house every Saturday. 

However, every one of these little things started to get on Y/N’s nerves. One Saturday night, she decided to go to the store and Shawn agreed to make dinner while she was there. When she came back from the store, she heard Christmas music playing and she was about to lose her mind. 

She liked Christmas music, just not before December 1st. And it was only November 26th. And to top it all off, it had been snowing really hard and so she was already on edge. She placed the groceries on the counter and folded her arms, staring at him. 

They had hardly ever gotten into big fights the entirety of their relationship, but Y/N could feel something brewing inside of her. 

“What the hell is up with the Christmas music?! You know my rule. Turn it off please.”

“Y/N c’mon. You weren’t home. But please can we still listen to it. It’s so close to December and I’m dying over here,” he said as he sauteed the chicken. 

“Yea well I’m dying over doing your piles of laundry that you bring to me on Saturdays because you leave it on the floor in our room until today. And I’m also sick of having to make dinner and doing the dishes while you go off to our at-home studio or to make a call. I’m getting so tired of it.”

Shawn was taken aback. He had no idea where this fight was coming from. “Y/N, why haven’t you told me that those things bothered you?”

“Because it’s common sense. I don’t want a messy room, we’re not little kids anymore, we can clean up after ourselves. And I just want one night where you don’t wander off after dinner and leave me to clean it all up. What about a 50/50 relationship!” 

“This is a 50/50 relationship! Is it not?! I go to work and pay for the house and you’re schooling, and you clean up around here! It actually is more of an 80/20 relationship. I am paying all the bills after all.” 

Y/N felt her heart drop. He had never insulted her like that, “You pay the bills because you told me to quit my job. You said it wasn’t a big deal and you wanted to provide for me like a husband does for their wife. Plus, it’s not like my 12 dollar an hour job was helping pay for anything with the millions of dollars you rack in every year! You’re right! I’m more like a maid to you than anything and you’re paying me with this house!” 

She turned on her heels and stormed off to the guest bedroom. She didn’t want to be in a room where she was reminded of him everywhere. She locked the door and curled up under the covers crying. A few seconds later, she heard soft knocking. 

“Y/N, baby that’s not what I meant,” she could hear the regret dripping through his voice, but she didn’t care. She stayed silent and he sighed. “Baby please,” he banged his head against the door and slid his back down it until he was sitting on the floor. Shawn got up shortly after, but before he left, he said, “I’m going to finish dinner so our house doesn’t burn down.” He put an emphasis on our and walked away. 

Y/N snuck out of the guest room quietly and went to their bedroom to change into her pajamas. Then she scurried back across the hall to the guest bedroom. She heard a knocking at the door once again and Shawn tried to turn the doorknob. “Go away Shawn.”

“Y/N, I have dinner for you. I…I’ll leave it here. I’m going to get in some pajamas. I’ll be back in a second.”

As she heard his footsteps fade, she grabbed the plate he had left out for her and sighed. She wasn’t trying to make him feel bad, but he really hurt her feelings.

He came back a few minutes later and she heard something soft hitting the ground and decided to peek under the door. She saw a pillow and a blanket and almost wanted to let him in. He was going to spend the night outside the guest bedroom. 

“Shawn,” she stood up and unlocked the door, walking out into the hallway. He immediately lifted his head from the pillow and his eyes were swollen and red. 

“Y/N baby. I’m sorry. I just feel like all we’ve been doing since we moved in has been fighting and I don’t know what to do to fix it. I know it’s wrong of me to expect so much from you when you also have a full day of school. From now on I’ll do my laundry and the dishes.”

She pulled him into a hug and chuckled. “No, no. I don’t need you to do your laundry. You will definitely break something or ruin your clothes. Maybe putting them in the laundry basket I gave you would be nice. But if you could help with dinner or the dishes each night, I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Of course, honey. But only if I can have my subtitles on and we can listen to Christmas music before December 1st.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine, but only because I love you. Alexa, play Christmas music.”

A huge smile adorned Shawn’s face as he pulled her to the living where they danced to Christmas songs the whole night. 

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[bitchysoulwasteland]

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Never did you think that it would come to this. Lights flashed around you as Steve attempted to make a controlled decent to the ground. For the second time in his life, he was failing miserably.

'Why does no on ever let me pilot?! I was in the bloody RAF.' you thought before darkness took your vision at the impact.

You blinked a few times before your eyes adjusted to the light.

"You alright?!" you herd a British accent (belonging to your uncle, Brian May) shout as Bucky helped you up.

"Yes, thank you, sir." Steve said in his 'Captain America' voice.

"We would all be if a certain someone could fly a damn plane without crashing." you said bluntly as the person's eyes widened at your voice, a small child appearing from behind him.

"Auntie Y/n?!" the small child shrieked as you bent down to envelop her in a hug.

"How you doin' love?" You said as you pulled back to look at her.

"Granddad Freddie's been teaching me piano!"

"Which songs?" you asked as you picked her up and all followed your uncle to the huge farmhouse, Rockdale Farm.

"Bohemian Rhapsody. I'm not very, good though." you gently lifted her chin with your finger.

"I'm sure that you're absolutely amazing, my little rockstar." you smiled as she giggled at the nickname.

"Who's that man?" she questioned as she pointed at Bucky.

"That's Bucky." she quickly wriggled out of your grip to go and walk beside him, leaving you walking alone, whilst taking in the view.

Soon enough, you were at the farmhouse.

"Y/n?!" you herd various women shout as you walked in through the door. Before you stood your mother, your second father, Jim Hutton, your aunt Anita, your aunt Sarina, Tiger Lily, Lola, Rufus, Felix and Rory.

Before you could say anything, you were attacked in a five way hug from the Queen members.

You introduced everyone to the Avengers and vice versa before your mother suggested a barbeque. Everyone changed into more appropriate clothes before doing so.

Within this time, you managed to slip back into the house. Closing the door softly behind you, you made your way to the recording studio, where your father's white grand piano sat.

You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your lips as you sat on the stool, placing your hands on the aged ivory keys.

After a few moments, you began Bohemian Rhapsody, the first song that your father had taught you when you were young.

You herd the door creak as Bucky walked in, leaning against the piano as he watched you play. He began to sing with you.

As you were so focused on each other, you failed to notice that the Queen members and the Avengers had congregate in the sound booth.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Fred?" Deacy asked as your father pressed the record button.

"Trust me, darling, it will be." he spoke as Bucky picked up an electic guitar to play.

"So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Ooh, baby, can't do this to me baby,

Just gotta get out, I just gotta get right out of here.."

Bucky played the solo as you watched him in awe. The times you had been teaching him, he had never played this well.

The song came to an end as you -rather flamboyantly- hit the gong.

Immediately, you whipped around when you herd clapping, your face turning red.

"How much of that did you guys see?" you spoke into the mic.

"Enough to have blackmail material, darling."

"C'mon dad, seriously?"

"Possibly, possibly not. But, really, you, my darlings should duet more often. I'm sure plenty of people would pay to see Y/n Mercury and Bucky Barnes, live in Madison Square Garden."

"Dad, we've discussed this, my performing days have ended." you said as everyone sat back outside.

"Well, darling, you say that, but, I, on the other hand know differently."

"Oh bloody hell." you muttered. Before mouthing 'help me' to Roger, who simply shrugged in return.

"Your father's got a point, lovie." your godfather answered.

"I thought you were meant to be on my side?" He didn't answer. "Fine. 'I'm in love with my car' is nowhere near as good as Bo-Rhap." you folded your arms as you smirked, mock hurt on the drummer's face.

"That's not even funny."

"That's why you should've sided with me." you stated smugly.

"You have got a really nice voice." Nat stated as everyone agreed, everyone's words mingling with each other as memories of being onstage flooded your mind. The cameras flashing everywhere, lighters being waved the roar of the crowd. It got too much and began to consume your senses.

You stood up quickly, nearly knocking over your drink in the process. "I'm not bloody well performing again, not after last time, so just bloody leave it alone" you snapped before running inside the house and to your room.

Bucky went to move, but Brian put his hand up to stop him. "I'll go." the guitarist said before walking inside.

You slammed the door before moving to sit on your bed, your hand gripping the bedframe, grounding you. Shakily, you pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of your bedside table. You managed to get it lit before taking a drag, throwing the closed lighter onto your bed, with the rest of the cigarettes. You lent your knees on you elbows as you hung your head.

The last time you were onstage, you had failed catastrophically. You were meant to play the closing song, 'We Are The Champions' on the guitar, but when it came to the guitar solo with Brian, you got majority of the notes wrong. No one particularly noticed, as Brian was playing louder than you were, but you still felt the shame.

A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to see the Queen guitarist closing the door. "Are you alright, Y/n?"

"No." you responded, taking another drag as he sat on your bed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't want to go onstage again, cos I'll end up letting you all down, like I did last time with 'We Are The Champions'."

"Y/n, you didn't let anyone down. As far as we were all concerned, you played fantastically. I can't tell you the amount of times I've messed up in the middle of a concert."

"But, you're the best guitarist in the world. How's that even possible?" he smiled at this.

"I wouldn't say best in the world, but..." he said, his ego boosted "Everyone gets nervous before a show. It just means that you care about what you're going to do."

"Yeah, I know, I just don't want to screw up." you said as you stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"You just have to do your best." He spoke, walking to the door.

"Thank you." you said, notably feeling better. Your uncle could see this too.

"We had better get back down there. When I left, your father was trying to get that lad of yours to teach him to use a knife."

"That won't end well."

You walked out of the room with a smile. Maybe you would perform again after all.