Hi, hellooo I was wondering if we could get a male reader w/Billy and Stu. Specifically reader with a German shepherd, she's a really sweet, protective dog (not intimidating, just clingy ykwim?). Now like, reader is really stoic expression wise, but he actually sounds really expressive word wise. Moves his hands while speaking type of guy. Kinda an ass, but usually apologizes later on if he's alone. Reader is also emo !! Like haircut n shit, and since it's the 90s he gets teased for it (but tbh he kinda laughs it off and actually enjoys the attention).
Anyways, to the actual plot,,
So like Reader would be at the video store, looking for some horror movies to binge later since finals week just got done. So what better way to relax, right ?? It'd be pre-movie, so none of the murders have happened except Maureen. (Btw Reader would totally be wayyy into horror movies, like maybe a little cause for concern ?? Matching the same freak as the two)
Stu and Billy aren't exactly friends with Reader, acquaintances at best. Mostly because Stu would likely poke fun at reader. The two have an interest in him and decide to try to join in Readers binge since they spotted him at the store. Reader might even be friends with Randy too since he frequents so much.
And let's say Reader does accept the two coming over and they end up being intimidated by the dog. Obviously you could add whatever, and sorry for it being so lengthy !!
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「 MAN’S BEST FRIEND ! 」 . . . 📂
scream : billy loomis & stu macher x male reader
The stale, comforting scent of plastic tape and popcorn butter hung in the air at the video store. Finals week had finally released its stranglehold, leaving you feeling drained and wired, a combustible mix that only a proper horror marathon could cure. Your combat boots were silent on the worn linoleum as you paced the "New Releases" aisle, your dark, shaggy hair falling into your eyes. You were a walking cliche of the 90s, all black clothes and a sullen expression that you wore like armor, though your hands were already carving frantic shapes in the air as you mentally debated the merits of gore versus suspense. "No, no, no," you muttered to yourself, running a finger along the spines of the VHS tapes. "Too mainstream. Too... meta. C'mon, give me something I can sink my teeth into." A few jocks from the football team snickered as they passed, calling out something about eyeliner. You didn't even flinch, just offered them a lazy, two-fingered salute without looking. The attention was a boring but familiar soundtrack.
"Looks like someone's got a hard-on for blood and guts," a loud, obnoxious voice cut through your concentration. You didn't need to look up to know it was Stu Macher, trailing Billy Loomis like a oversized, hyperactive puppy. Billy was all simmering silence and dangerous stillness, a stark contrast to Stu's flailing energy. You were acquaintances at best, which mostly meant Stu took every opportunity to poke fun at your eyeliner and your "depressing" music. You found it tedious, but you also found them... interesting. There was a darkness around Billy that felt less like a fashion choice and more like a genuine part of his makeup, and Stu's volatility was a fascinating kind of chaos.
You finally straightened up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and clutching a copy of an obscure Italian slasher film you'd been hunting for. "Yeah, well, some of us have sophisticated tastes, Macher," you shot back, your voice a lot more expressive than your face. Your hands punctuated the sentence, jabbing in Stu's direction. "It's called art. You wouldn't get it. You probably think 'Leprechaun' is the pinnacle of cinematic terror." You gave a lazy smirk, enjoying the way Stu's face flushed at the jab.
Billy stepped forward, his dark eyes glinting with an unreadable amusement as he glanced from the tape in your hand to your face. "He's got a point, Stu. Your taste is garbage," Billy said, his voice a low drawl that did things to you that you'd never admit out loud. He ignored Stu's indignant squawk and focused on you. "A marathon, huh? Sounds like a party."
"Mmm, nah. It's a solo mission," you said, already turning to head to the counter. "Private. No guests allowed."
"We could change your mind," Billy pressed, falling into step beside you while Stu trailed behind, surprisingly quiet for once. "We could bring snacks. Our treat."
You stopped at the counter, where Randy was dutifully manning the register, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. He gave you a sympathetic nod. You looked from Billy's unnervingly persuasive gaze to Stu's now-pathetic, puppy-dog eyes. You let out a heavy, theatrical sigh. "Fine. But if you quote the movie— even just one single time, you're out. And if my dog doesn't like you, you're doubly out." You slapped the tape on the counter. "My place. An hour. Don't be late." You paid, snatched your bag, and swept out of the store, leaving them staring after you. You were an ass, you knew it, but a small part of you was thrilled.
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An hour later, you were in your living room, a chaotic sanctuary of band posters and stacks of books. Your German Shepherd, Nyx, was lying on the rug, her head resting on her paws, but her ears were perked, tracking every sound. She was your shadow, a sweet, clingy beast who'd decided the world was too scary to face without you attached to her hip. The doorbell rang, and Nyx's head shot up, a low "woof" rumbling in her chest. You opened the door to find Billy and Stu on your porch, Billy looking characteristically unbothered and Stu holding a greasy pizza box like a peace offering.
"Took you long enough," you said, stepping aside to let them in. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Nyx was on her feet. She didn't bark or growl, just trotted forward, her tail giving a tentative wag. She stopped a few feet away, her intelligent brown eyes sizing them up. Then, she did something that made both boys freeze. She looked at Billy, then at Stu, and then let out a soft, deliberate "woof" before planting herself firmly in front of you, her body a furry, living shield between you and your guests.
Stu, who'd been about to launch into one of his loud greetings, visibly recoiled, his eyes wide. "Dude, what's she doing?" he whispered, clutching the pizza box to his chest like it was a life raft.
Billy, for the first time since you'd met him, looked genuinely unnerved. He stood perfectly still, his gaze fixed on the dog, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He was used to people being afraid of him. This was a new experience. "She's... protective," he observed, his voice low.
You couldn't help but let out a short, sharp laugh. "She's a teddy bear. She's just deciding if you're worth the effort," you said, reaching down to scratch Nyx behind the ears. She leaned into your touch but kept her eyes firmly on the two intruders. "Relax, you two. If she was going to eat you, she would have done it already." The look on their faces was priceless, and you felt a surge of something that was a lot like power. This night was going to be a lot more interesting than you'd planned.
Stu looked from Nyx's unblinking stare to you, his earlier bravado completely deflated. "Right. A teddy bear that looks like it's deciding which part of me to snack on first." He clutched the pizza box tighter, knuckles white. "Where do you want this death offering?"
You chuckled, a genuine, throaty sound that seemed to make them both more on edge. "On the coffee table, genius. Try not to drop it; she'll think you're playing and you'll never get it back." You jerked your head toward the couch. "Sit. Don't make any sudden movements. She can smell fear."
Billy, ever the observer, watched the whole exchange with a hawk-like intensity. He moved with a calculated slowness, placing the six-pack of soda he'd brought on the floor and sinking onto the far end of the couch, putting as much distance between himself and the dog as possible. He didn't look scared, not like Stu, but he was wary. He was looking at Nyx not as an animal, but as a threat assessment, a variable he hadn't factored into his equation. This wasn't going how he'd planned at all. He'd expected to be the one making you nervous.
As Stu edged toward the couch, Nyx let out another low rumble, a clear warning. He froze, one leg suspended in mid-air. "Uh, babe? Your furry overlord isn't cool with me getting comfy."
You sighed dramatically, pushing yourself off the floor and walking over to the dog. You knelt down, wrapping your arms around her neck in a hug. "It's okay, Nyx. They're... guests. They're allowed on the furniture." You murmured the words directly into her fur, your voice dropping to a soothing, private tone you didn't use with anyone else. She seemed to consider this, then gave a big, doggy sigh and trotted over to the armchair you usually occupied, circling twice before lying down with a huff. She still had a direct line of sight to the couch, and her ears remained swiveled in their direction, a silent, furry sentry.
You slid the first tape into the VCR, the whir of the machine a familiar comfort. As the cheesy logos and opening credits rolled, you plopped down between them, intentionally violating the personal space bubble they had tried to establish. "Alright, you two. Pizza. Soda. Try to keep up." You grabbed a slice, taking a huge bite. The movie started, a symphony of cheesy synthesizer music and terrible acting. You were completely engrossed, your hands occasionally flying out to emphasize a particularly egregious plot point to an audience you knew was hanging on your every word. You could feel their tension, a palpable thing that was far more entertaining than the film. They had wanted to crash your party, to be the ones in control. Instead, they found themselves outnumbered, outmaneuvered by a quiet emo kid and his surprisingly intimidating German Shepherd. And you had a feeling, by the end of the night, they would be back for more.
Hi, hellooo I was wondering if we could get a male reader w/Billy and Stu. Specifically reader with a German shepherd, she's a really sweet, protective dog (not intimidating, just clingy ykwim?). Now like, reader is really stoic expression wise, but he actually sounds really expressive word wise. Moves his hands while speaking type of guy. Kinda an ass, but usually apologizes later on if he's alone. Reader is also emo !! Like haircut n shit, and since it's the 90s he gets teased for it (but tbh he kinda laughs it off and actually enjoys the attention).
Anyways, to the actual plot,,
So like Reader would be at the video store, looking for some horror movies to binge later since finals week just got done. So what better way to relax, right ?? It'd be pre-movie, so none of the murders have happened except Maureen. (Btw Reader would totally be wayyy into horror movies, like maybe a little cause for concern ?? Matching the same freak as the two)
Stu and Billy aren't exactly friends with Reader, acquaintances at best. Mostly because Stu would likely poke fun at reader. The two have an interest in him and decide to try to join in Readers binge since they spotted him at the store. Reader might even be friends with Randy too since he frequents so much.
And let's say Reader does accept the two coming over and they end up being intimidated by the dog. Obviously you could add whatever, and sorry for it being so lengthy !!
- 📼
「 MAN’S BEST FRIEND ! 」 . . . 📂
scream : billy loomis & stu macher x male reader
The stale, comforting scent of plastic tape and popcorn butter hung in the air at the video store. Finals week had finally released its stranglehold, leaving you feeling drained and wired, a combustible mix that only a proper horror marathon could cure. Your combat boots were silent on the worn linoleum as you paced the "New Releases" aisle, your dark, shaggy hair falling into your eyes. You were a walking cliche of the 90s, all black clothes and a sullen expression that you wore like armor, though your hands were already carving frantic shapes in the air as you mentally debated the merits of gore versus suspense. "No, no, no," you muttered to yourself, running a finger along the spines of the VHS tapes. "Too mainstream. Too... meta. C'mon, give me something I can sink my teeth into." A few jocks from the football team snickered as they passed, calling out something about eyeliner. You didn't even flinch, just offered them a lazy, two-fingered salute without looking. The attention was a boring but familiar soundtrack.
"Looks like someone's got a hard-on for blood and guts," a loud, obnoxious voice cut through your concentration. You didn't need to look up to know it was Stu Macher, trailing Billy Loomis like a oversized, hyperactive puppy. Billy was all simmering silence and dangerous stillness, a stark contrast to Stu's flailing energy. You were acquaintances at best, which mostly meant Stu took every opportunity to poke fun at your eyeliner and your "depressing" music. You found it tedious, but you also found them... interesting. There was a darkness around Billy that felt less like a fashion choice and more like a genuine part of his makeup, and Stu's volatility was a fascinating kind of chaos.
You finally straightened up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and clutching a copy of an obscure Italian slasher film you'd been hunting for. "Yeah, well, some of us have sophisticated tastes, Macher," you shot back, your voice a lot more expressive than your face. Your hands punctuated the sentence, jabbing in Stu's direction. "It's called art. You wouldn't get it. You probably think 'Leprechaun' is the pinnacle of cinematic terror." You gave a lazy smirk, enjoying the way Stu's face flushed at the jab.
Billy stepped forward, his dark eyes glinting with an unreadable amusement as he glanced from the tape in your hand to your face. "He's got a point, Stu. Your taste is garbage," Billy said, his voice a low drawl that did things to you that you'd never admit out loud. He ignored Stu's indignant squawk and focused on you. "A marathon, huh? Sounds like a party."
"Mmm, nah. It's a solo mission," you said, already turning to head to the counter. "Private. No guests allowed."
"We could change your mind," Billy pressed, falling into step beside you while Stu trailed behind, surprisingly quiet for once. "We could bring snacks. Our treat."
You stopped at the counter, where Randy was dutifully manning the register, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. He gave you a sympathetic nod. You looked from Billy's unnervingly persuasive gaze to Stu's now-pathetic, puppy-dog eyes. You let out a heavy, theatrical sigh. "Fine. But if you quote the movie— even just one single time, you're out. And if my dog doesn't like you, you're doubly out." You slapped the tape on the counter. "My place. An hour. Don't be late." You paid, snatched your bag, and swept out of the store, leaving them staring after you. You were an ass, you knew it, but a small part of you was thrilled.
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An hour later, you were in your living room, a chaotic sanctuary of band posters and stacks of books. Your German Shepherd, Nyx, was lying on the rug, her head resting on her paws, but her ears were perked, tracking every sound. She was your shadow, a sweet, clingy beast who'd decided the world was too scary to face without you attached to her hip. The doorbell rang, and Nyx's head shot up, a low "woof" rumbling in her chest. You opened the door to find Billy and Stu on your porch, Billy looking characteristically unbothered and Stu holding a greasy pizza box like a peace offering.
"Took you long enough," you said, stepping aside to let them in. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Nyx was on her feet. She didn't bark or growl, just trotted forward, her tail giving a tentative wag. She stopped a few feet away, her intelligent brown eyes sizing them up. Then, she did something that made both boys freeze. She looked at Billy, then at Stu, and then let out a soft, deliberate "woof" before planting herself firmly in front of you, her body a furry, living shield between you and your guests.
Stu, who'd been about to launch into one of his loud greetings, visibly recoiled, his eyes wide. "Dude, what's she doing?" he whispered, clutching the pizza box to his chest like it was a life raft.
Billy, for the first time since you'd met him, looked genuinely unnerved. He stood perfectly still, his gaze fixed on the dog, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He was used to people being afraid of him. This was a new experience. "She's... protective," he observed, his voice low.
You couldn't help but let out a short, sharp laugh. "She's a teddy bear. She's just deciding if you're worth the effort," you said, reaching down to scratch Nyx behind the ears. She leaned into your touch but kept her eyes firmly on the two intruders. "Relax, you two. If she was going to eat you, she would have done it already." The look on their faces was priceless, and you felt a surge of something that was a lot like power. This night was going to be a lot more interesting than you'd planned.
Stu looked from Nyx's unblinking stare to you, his earlier bravado completely deflated. "Right. A teddy bear that looks like it's deciding which part of me to snack on first." He clutched the pizza box tighter, knuckles white. "Where do you want this death offering?"
You chuckled, a genuine, throaty sound that seemed to make them both more on edge. "On the coffee table, genius. Try not to drop it; she'll think you're playing and you'll never get it back." You jerked your head toward the couch. "Sit. Don't make any sudden movements. She can smell fear."
Billy, ever the observer, watched the whole exchange with a hawk-like intensity. He moved with a calculated slowness, placing the six-pack of soda he'd brought on the floor and sinking onto the far end of the couch, putting as much distance between himself and the dog as possible. He didn't look scared, not like Stu, but he was wary. He was looking at Nyx not as an animal, but as a threat assessment, a variable he hadn't factored into his equation. This wasn't going how he'd planned at all. He'd expected to be the one making you nervous.
As Stu edged toward the couch, Nyx let out another low rumble, a clear warning. He froze, one leg suspended in mid-air. "Uh, babe? Your furry overlord isn't cool with me getting comfy."
You sighed dramatically, pushing yourself off the floor and walking over to the dog. You knelt down, wrapping your arms around her neck in a hug. "It's okay, Nyx. They're... guests. They're allowed on the furniture." You murmured the words directly into her fur, your voice dropping to a soothing, private tone you didn't use with anyone else. She seemed to consider this, then gave a big, doggy sigh and trotted over to the armchair you usually occupied, circling twice before lying down with a huff. She still had a direct line of sight to the couch, and her ears remained swiveled in their direction, a silent, furry sentry.
You slid the first tape into the VCR, the whir of the machine a familiar comfort. As the cheesy logos and opening credits rolled, you plopped down between them, intentionally violating the personal space bubble they had tried to establish. "Alright, you two. Pizza. Soda. Try to keep up." You grabbed a slice, taking a huge bite. The movie started, a symphony of cheesy synthesizer music and terrible acting. You were completely engrossed, your hands occasionally flying out to emphasize a particularly egregious plot point to an audience you knew was hanging on your every word. You could feel their tension, a palpable thing that was far more entertaining than the film. They had wanted to crash your party, to be the ones in control. Instead, they found themselves outnumbered, outmaneuvered by a quiet emo kid and his surprisingly intimidating German Shepherd. And you had a feeling, by the end of the night, they would be back for more.
heyy! so i wanted to ask about some not like smut but still smut fic, about poly bily and stu x little bit shy, you can say nonchalant/not very emotional male reader where he's been ignoring them and hanging out with Randy or Sid nd Tatum when they aren't together because they've lately ignoring him, leaving him, or just anything and rarely spend time together and they like are annoyed and go to talk it out in school cause he went without then and they start asking why and shit and he's like calm and tells them hkw they've been treating him, and before they could say anything he leaves them for Randy again, then maybe something like going out to movie or another party of stus which he goes but still ignores them and they catch him talking to Randy after not noticing he's been there for like an hour, and then he starts like laughing or giving him a playful punch but and Stu's wining while Billy is focused and then they like notice that he's wearing something like a pants or jeans or short where you can see his big bulge which he bever realizes that he wears while they always love sneaking peeks or trying to grab and makes them just so unfocused, and that's when they draw the line and go to deal with Randy, being like jelly rude and even Stu trying to kick him out while also mentioning how he has a crush towards Sid while all Billy could do is stare at the readers big bulge and then like idk but just the same as Stu! also love your fics and wanna add that reader doesn't know abt the bulge situations, they are secretly dating, he doesn't know abt them being ghostfaces and about ending maybe like make them sit together in the couch watching a movie after male reader tries to stop them all from fighting and insted of them sitting with sid and tatum they both sit beside him and like glance and are just happy to get him and the perfect delicious big view back
「 DON’T IGNORE ME ! 」 . . . 📂
scream : billy loomis & stu macher x male reader
Class seemed to drag on for forever.
It didn’t help that Stu and Billy couldn’t seem to spare their glances from anywhere else except the back of your head. Their piercing glares felt like daggers, screaming at you to turn around and pay attention to them. The bell for the end of class shrieked, a grating sound that signaled a temporary reprieve. You were already halfway out the door, shouldering your bag, when you felt that familiar, suffocating presence fall in step behind you. You didn't need to turn. Billy Loomis moved with a predator's grace, a silent, coiled energy that set your teeth on edge. Stu, on the other hand, was a clumsy whirlwind of limbs and nervous energy, and you heard him bump into a desk before catching up.
"Running somewhere?" Billy's voice was a low murmur right next to your ear, a ghost of a touch on your arm that felt more like a brand: burning your skin with the intensity of his grip. He sidestepped, blocking your path to the main hall, forcing you to stop. His dark eyes were flat, betraying nothing, but you knew the storm that raged behind them.
Stu flanked your other side, all fake casualness as he swung his lanky arm around your shoulders, staring down at you with an accusatory stare. "Yeah, dude. We were gonna grab a bite. Thought you'd ghosted us completely." He grinned, but it was a brittle thing, full of too many teeth and zero warmth. "Been seeing a lot of you and Randy lately. Feeling a little neglected lately. You’re not ignoring us on purpose, right?”
You finally looked at them, shifting your weight, a picture of calm indifference you'd spent weeks perfecting despite the storm boiling within you over the months of bailed plans, canceled dates, and them straight up ditching you. "Randy doesn't make plans just to bail on them," you stated, your voice even as you subconsciously leaned into the comfort of Stu’s arm wrapped around you. The accusation hung in the air, sharp and undeniable. You'd lost count of the times you'd waited by the phone, or at the cinema, or at Stu's house, only to get a weak-ass excuse about Sid needing something, or Tatum wanting to "talk."
Billy's jaw tightened, a flicker of something—guilt? annoyance?—crossing his features before being brutally suppressed. "Things are complicated right now. You know that." It was the same tired line he always used without any real explanation.
"It's not that complicated," you countered, frustrated by the same old excuse, your gaze cutting between them. "You've got a new thing, and I'm the old toy you keep in the closet. It's fine. I get it." You shrugged, a deliberate, dismissive motion. "But don't act surprised when I find someone else to hang out with." Before they could muster a reply, you saw Randy's familiar lanky frame at the end of the hall. "Yo, Randy!" you called out, your voice lifting with a genuine enthusiasm they hadn't heard in weeks. You shook off Stu’s arm and Billy’s grip on your arm and pushed past them, not roughly, but firmly, leaving them in a wake of tense silence to join the one person who actually seemed to want you around.
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Stu's place was a disaster zone, as usual on a Friday night. The thump of a generic bass line shook the very foundations, and the air was thick with the scent of cheap beer and teenage hormones. You'd slipped in an hour ago, unnoticed, and found a relatively quiet corner by the overflowing snack table. You were deep in a debate with Randy about the merits of practical effects versus CGI in slashers, completely absorbed. You hadn't realized you had an audience.
"Look at him," Stu's voice was a low, wounded growl, pitched for Billy's ears alone over the music. He was gesturing wildly with a red solo cup, sloshing its contents on the floor. "He's been here for an hour. An hour. Did he even say hi? No. He's over there, laughing at that dweeb's lame jokes."
Billy didn't respond. His eyes were narrowed, his entire being focused on you. But it wasn't just the way you were interacting with Randy that was stroking the fire in his gut. It was your clothes. You'd thrown on an old pair of jeans, faded and soft from years of wear, and they did absolutely nothing to hide the substantial, heavy curve of your package. It was a familiar, favored sight for them both, one they usually got to appreciate in private, but seeing it so blatantly on display while you were so completely engulfed in someone else's attention was a special kind of torment. The thick, distinct ridge of your cock head pressed against the denim was a clear, silent invitation, and it felt like a personal insult.
"He doesn't even know, does he?" Stu whined, shifting uncomfortably as he stared. "How the hell does he not know what those pants do? It's fucking obscene." The word was filled with a weird sort of reverence.
"He knows," Billy finally ground out, his voice tight. "He just doesn’t care. Wants to make us mad." That was the final straw. The rejection, the replacement, the casual display of what they considered theirs for another man to ogle. "Fuck it. We're done."
"Way ahead of you," Stu said, a dangerous glint in his eye. He straightened up, all traces of his previous whininess gone, replaced by a simmering, territorial aggression.
They moved as a single unit, a dark current cutting through the party. Billy's presence was enough to make students part ways before them. They reached you just as Randy was passionately dissecting the cinematography of The Thing. "Alright, movie night's over, Meeks," Stu announced, slinging a heavy arm around Randy's shoulders and yanking him back with surprising force. "Scram."
Randy stumbled, indignant. "Hey! What's your problem, Macher? We were in the middle of something."
Billy stepped forward, crowding your space and forcing Randy back with a menacing aura alone. "The problem," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "is that he's not interested in your opinion. In fact, why don't you go bother Sidney? I'm sure she'd love to hear about it." The jab was cruel, an open secret weaponized to humiliate. It hit its mark. Randy's face went crimson, and he shot a look between your cool, unreadable expression and the two predators bracketing you. With a muttered curse, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
The silence that followed was heavy, charged with unspoken history and raw jealousy. Stu's anger deflated like a popped balloon, his gaze immediately dropping, along with Billy's, back to your lap. To the prominent, undeniable outline straining against the worn denim. "Nice pants," Billy stated, his voice a low, gravelly accusation. His stare was so intense it was almost a palpable weight as his fingers traced over the buckle of your belt teasingly.
Stu nodded in dumb agreement, all the fight gone out of him. "Yeah..." he breathed, mesmerized as he leaned over you, licking his lips. "Real nice. Showing off your dick to make us jealous.”
“Guys, cmon. Alright, that's enough," you said, your voice cutting through the thick tension as you glanced back at the embarrassed Randy who now sat alone at the table. You stood up, pushing between them to create some space. "No more fighting. No more pissing contests.. Look, I’m sorry for ignoring you guys but you need to chill.” Your hand fell at your side, rubbing against Billy’s knuckles comfortingly as you made sure to lean into Stu with almost automatic relief. You herded them towards the large, empty couch, pushing them both down. They went, their bodies rigid and compliant. You turned to grab a nearby armchair, wanting to maintain a buffer, but in a flash, they both shifted. They patted the single cushion between them, a silent, non-negotiable command. You hesitated, then sat, wedged tightly between their solid frames.
For a few minutes, the only sound was the movie and the distant party. Then you felt it. A subtle shift from both sides. Billy's hand landed on your thigh, high up, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the inner seam of your jeans. A moment later, Stu's larger, warmer hand mirrored the action on your other leg. They weren't grabbing, not yet. It was a claim. A quiet, territorial marking.
"We miss you," Billy murmured, his lips close to your ear. But his eyes, like Stu's, were fixed down.
"We're assholes," Stu added, his own fingers tracing circles on your leg, inching higher. "We know." Their hands squeezed gently, a synchronized movement of pressure and intent. The message was clear. They were sorry, in their own messed-up way, but this was also the price. They were back. And they had no intention of letting you, or their perfect, delicious view, go anytime soon. The air crackled with unresolved tension, a silent promise to make it up to you. And that you were definitely staying over for the night.
heyy! so i wanted to ask about some not like smut but still smut fic, about poly bily and stu x little bit shy, you can say nonchalant/not very emotional male reader where he's been ignoring them and hanging out with Randy or Sid nd Tatum when they aren't together because they've lately ignoring him, leaving him, or just anything and rarely spend time together and they like are annoyed and go to talk it out in school cause he went without then and they start asking why and shit and he's like calm and tells them hkw they've been treating him, and before they could say anything he leaves them for Randy again, then maybe something like going out to movie or another party of stus which he goes but still ignores them and they catch him talking to Randy after not noticing he's been there for like an hour, and then he starts like laughing or giving him a playful punch but and Stu's wining while Billy is focused and then they like notice that he's wearing something like a pants or jeans or short where you can see his big bulge which he bever realizes that he wears while they always love sneaking peeks or trying to grab and makes them just so unfocused, and that's when they draw the line and go to deal with Randy, being like jelly rude and even Stu trying to kick him out while also mentioning how he has a crush towards Sid while all Billy could do is stare at the readers big bulge and then like idk but just the same as Stu! also love your fics and wanna add that reader doesn't know abt the bulge situations, they are secretly dating, he doesn't know abt them being ghostfaces and about ending maybe like make them sit together in the couch watching a movie after male reader tries to stop them all from fighting and insted of them sitting with sid and tatum they both sit beside him and like glance and are just happy to get him and the perfect delicious big view back
「 DON’T IGNORE ME ! 」 . . . 📂
scream : billy loomis & stu macher x male reader
Class seemed to drag on for forever.
It didn’t help that Stu and Billy couldn’t seem to spare their glances from anywhere else except the back of your head. Their piercing glares felt like daggers, screaming at you to turn around and pay attention to them. The bell for the end of class shrieked, a grating sound that signaled a temporary reprieve. You were already halfway out the door, shouldering your bag, when you felt that familiar, suffocating presence fall in step behind you. You didn't need to turn. Billy Loomis moved with a predator's grace, a silent, coiled energy that set your teeth on edge. Stu, on the other hand, was a clumsy whirlwind of limbs and nervous energy, and you heard him bump into a desk before catching up.
"Running somewhere?" Billy's voice was a low murmur right next to your ear, a ghost of a touch on your arm that felt more like a brand: burning your skin with the intensity of his grip. He sidestepped, blocking your path to the main hall, forcing you to stop. His dark eyes were flat, betraying nothing, but you knew the storm that raged behind them.
Stu flanked your other side, all fake casualness as he swung his lanky arm around your shoulders, staring down at you with an accusatory stare. "Yeah, dude. We were gonna grab a bite. Thought you'd ghosted us completely." He grinned, but it was a brittle thing, full of too many teeth and zero warmth. "Been seeing a lot of you and Randy lately. Feeling a little neglected lately. You’re not ignoring us on purpose, right?”
You finally looked at them, shifting your weight, a picture of calm indifference you'd spent weeks perfecting despite the storm boiling within you over the months of bailed plans, canceled dates, and them straight up ditching you. "Randy doesn't make plans just to bail on them," you stated, your voice even as you subconsciously leaned into the comfort of Stu’s arm wrapped around you. The accusation hung in the air, sharp and undeniable. You'd lost count of the times you'd waited by the phone, or at the cinema, or at Stu's house, only to get a weak-ass excuse about Sid needing something, or Tatum wanting to "talk."
Billy's jaw tightened, a flicker of something—guilt? annoyance?—crossing his features before being brutally suppressed. "Things are complicated right now. You know that." It was the same tired line he always used without any real explanation.
"It's not that complicated," you countered, frustrated by the same old excuse, your gaze cutting between them. "You've got a new thing, and I'm the old toy you keep in the closet. It's fine. I get it." You shrugged, a deliberate, dismissive motion. "But don't act surprised when I find someone else to hang out with." Before they could muster a reply, you saw Randy's familiar lanky frame at the end of the hall. "Yo, Randy!" you called out, your voice lifting with a genuine enthusiasm they hadn't heard in weeks. You shook off Stu’s arm and Billy’s grip on your arm and pushed past them, not roughly, but firmly, leaving them in a wake of tense silence to join the one person who actually seemed to want you around.
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Stu's place was a disaster zone, as usual on a Friday night. The thump of a generic bass line shook the very foundations, and the air was thick with the scent of cheap beer and teenage hormones. You'd slipped in an hour ago, unnoticed, and found a relatively quiet corner by the overflowing snack table. You were deep in a debate with Randy about the merits of practical effects versus CGI in slashers, completely absorbed. You hadn't realized you had an audience.
"Look at him," Stu's voice was a low, wounded growl, pitched for Billy's ears alone over the music. He was gesturing wildly with a red solo cup, sloshing its contents on the floor. "He's been here for an hour. An hour. Did he even say hi? No. He's over there, laughing at that dweeb's lame jokes."
Billy didn't respond. His eyes were narrowed, his entire being focused on you. But it wasn't just the way you were interacting with Randy that was stroking the fire in his gut. It was your clothes. You'd thrown on an old pair of jeans, faded and soft from years of wear, and they did absolutely nothing to hide the substantial, heavy curve of your package. It was a familiar, favored sight for them both, one they usually got to appreciate in private, but seeing it so blatantly on display while you were so completely engulfed in someone else's attention was a special kind of torment. The thick, distinct ridge of your cock head pressed against the denim was a clear, silent invitation, and it felt like a personal insult.
"He doesn't even know, does he?" Stu whined, shifting uncomfortably as he stared. "How the hell does he not know what those pants do? It's fucking obscene." The word was filled with a weird sort of reverence.
"He knows," Billy finally ground out, his voice tight. "He just doesn’t care. Wants to make us mad." That was the final straw. The rejection, the replacement, the casual display of what they considered theirs for another man to ogle. "Fuck it. We're done."
"Way ahead of you," Stu said, a dangerous glint in his eye. He straightened up, all traces of his previous whininess gone, replaced by a simmering, territorial aggression.
They moved as a single unit, a dark current cutting through the party. Billy's presence was enough to make students part ways before them. They reached you just as Randy was passionately dissecting the cinematography of The Thing. "Alright, movie night's over, Meeks," Stu announced, slinging a heavy arm around Randy's shoulders and yanking him back with surprising force. "Scram."
Randy stumbled, indignant. "Hey! What's your problem, Macher? We were in the middle of something."
Billy stepped forward, crowding your space and forcing Randy back with a menacing aura alone. "The problem," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "is that he's not interested in your opinion. In fact, why don't you go bother Sidney? I'm sure she'd love to hear about it." The jab was cruel, an open secret weaponized to humiliate. It hit its mark. Randy's face went crimson, and he shot a look between your cool, unreadable expression and the two predators bracketing you. With a muttered curse, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
The silence that followed was heavy, charged with unspoken history and raw jealousy. Stu's anger deflated like a popped balloon, his gaze immediately dropping, along with Billy's, back to your lap. To the prominent, undeniable outline straining against the worn denim. "Nice pants," Billy stated, his voice a low, gravelly accusation. His stare was so intense it was almost a palpable weight as his fingers traced over the buckle of your belt teasingly.
Stu nodded in dumb agreement, all the fight gone out of him. "Yeah..." he breathed, mesmerized as he leaned over you, licking his lips. "Real nice. Showing off your dick to make us jealous.”
“Guys, cmon. Alright, that's enough," you said, your voice cutting through the thick tension as you glanced back at the embarrassed Randy who now sat alone at the table. You stood up, pushing between them to create some space. "No more fighting. No more pissing contests.. Look, I’m sorry for ignoring you guys but you need to chill.” Your hand fell at your side, rubbing against Billy’s knuckles comfortingly as you made sure to lean into Stu with almost automatic relief. You herded them towards the large, empty couch, pushing them both down. They went, their bodies rigid and compliant. You turned to grab a nearby armchair, wanting to maintain a buffer, but in a flash, they both shifted. They patted the single cushion between them, a silent, non-negotiable command. You hesitated, then sat, wedged tightly between their solid frames.
For a few minutes, the only sound was the movie and the distant party. Then you felt it. A subtle shift from both sides. Billy's hand landed on your thigh, high up, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the inner seam of your jeans. A moment later, Stu's larger, warmer hand mirrored the action on your other leg. They weren't grabbing, not yet. It was a claim. A quiet, territorial marking.
"We miss you," Billy murmured, his lips close to your ear. But his eyes, like Stu's, were fixed down.
"We're assholes," Stu added, his own fingers tracing circles on your leg, inching higher. "We know." Their hands squeezed gently, a synchronized movement of pressure and intent. The message was clear. They were sorry, in their own messed-up way, but this was also the price. They were back. And they had no intention of letting you, or their perfect, delicious view, go anytime soon. The air crackled with unresolved tension, a silent promise to make it up to you. And that you were definitely staying over for the night.
Hi! I hope you're doing good. I love your writing for Billy and Stu. Could write something about them dating a reader who is really nice and sweet, the kind of guy to be known for having a heart of gold, volunteers, tutors students who have a hard time with schools, is always nice to everyone and, obviously, has no idea they are killers. They are very protective of him as they believe he is too good and too soft but one day, someone is bullying a younger kid and not only the reader interferes, which was expected, but he actually kicks the bully's ass and Billy and Stu are just staring in absolute delight as the reader beats the hell out of the other guy because they absolutely love to see their boyfriend has some violence in him.
「 GOODY TWO SHOES ! 」 . . . 📂
scream : billy loomis, stu macher
w.c n/a
⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . Your boyfriends, Billy and Stu won’t quit trying to get your attention during your tutoring session. When you return after feeding their attention deprivation, your session gets rudely interrupted by some guys bullying the boy you were tutoring.
⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader
Stu and Billy sat beside you in the library, looming over the poor boy you were tutoring. You could practically see the dark, purple aura floating off of them, suffocating the room. No matter how many time you told them it was just tutoring, they always clung to you claiming they had to supervise. Despite all the very many times you rolled your eyes, and told the boys you could handle yourself; they would simply smirk to themselves with a secretive look shared between them before claiming they were your bodyguards, and that they were “experienced” with dealing trouble. Whatever that meant.
The boy was a junior who had to been begging for help with pre-calc around the student council meetings. As the president of student council, who were you to deny him? Ever since freshman year, you had tutored most of your peers. Even upperclassmen. Tutoring was even how you met your boyfriends. Stu needed it, but Billy was just too lazy to do his work. Still true to this day despite your golden boy influence on the two.
You were explaining some concept that went over both Billy and Stu’s head. Stu kept kicking your shin, egging you on to play footsy with him. Billy smirked at the way your brow kept furrowing with frustration at Stu’s antics before you cursed under your breath, and excused yourself from the table. You pushed yourself up from the table with a forced grin, one that passed as genuine but didn’t reach your eyes like usual, “I’m gonna take a moment to talk to my friends, Bradley. I’ll be right back, promise! Keep working on questions 4-6! I’ll check your work later. You got this!”
The boy nodded before bunkering down and starting the questions, you began to move past the various towering shelves with Billy and Stu walking smugly behind you. When you guys found a good corner, you flopped down onto a bean bag chair. Like a golden retriever with no concept of personal space, Stu flopped down onto your lap while Billy moved to lean against the bean bag right beside you.
You pouted as you pressed your forehead against Stu’s shoulder blade, whining playfully, “I love you guys, but why can’t you guys let me tutor in peace?”
Stu laughed, “What if someone tries to take advantage of our precious little golden boy? Tutoring is code for anal, isn’t that right, Bill?” Stu’s words shocked you, causing you to cough on your disbelief before turning to Billy, “He’s joking, right?!”
“Only when [Name’s] tutoring me it does,” Billy replied teasingly as he wrapped his arm around your tensed shoulders.
“Anal without me?!” Stu whined loudly before you clasped your hand over his mouth. “Guys you can’t say I’m doing anal with anyone! Especially out loud! In a library.”
Billy pressed his long fingers against your spine, almost counting your vertebrae as he ran them down your back. “Why? Will they think you got some anal disease, and you can’t donate all your organs to the little orphans?” He snarked.
“Be nice to me guys. And I’ve donated blood. No organs yet.” You sigh as you glance back at Billy exasperated.
“Can I have your spleen?” Stu piped up from behind your hand.
“Why do you need my spleen?” You exclaimed with disgust. “Let’s just go back. I have two more questions. Don’t you guys have something anyways? It’s the anniversary of..?”
Billy gave Stu a look that escaped your attention, but whatever the anniversary was did need to get attended to. After all, it was time for their big plan. Billy pressed a kiss and a tiny bite against your neck. His nose tickled as he held the feeling of his lips pressed against your skin. “Yeah, me and Stu have some business to take care of. Go straight home after this. I’ll be at your window later.”
Before you can speak, Stu adds in, “Me too!”
You nod, setting a mental note to leave the window open while you finish your AP Gov homework tonight before remembering that they never did truly tell you what their big plan was, “What are you guys doing anyways?”
“Unfinished business,” Billy said plainly before standing up and stretching. Stu kissed your cheek before clambering out of your lap and pushing himself up to Billy’s side. “Love you, baby!”
You waved them off sweetly as the two walked out of the library, returning to your tutoring session. Bradley was gone, yet his things were still at the table. You glanced around before catching sight of 3 guys towering over the junior, obviously tormenting the boy. You stormed towards them with the pre calc textbook in hand. “Excuse me? You’re interrupting our session.”
The guys turned around to face you with a mean smile. “Shouldve known it was you tutoring this faggot. Goody two shoes.”
“What did you say?” You said angrily. Your nose was scrunched in anger at the slur, and the bullying of the boy behind them. God, you hated guys like these.
“Faggot,” the guy repeated.
Before he could snicker at your fuming face, you had taken the hefty textbook to his face, slapping him with all your strength. He knocked himself against one of the book shelves, a couple books falling of the shelves. You would pick them up later. It was the right thing to do. So was teaching these guys a lesson.
The other two began to approach you to avenge the one you had hit with the textbook, but you had began to move to hit them too. You didn’t condone violence in the slightest, but this is what it had come to. One tried to lunge at you but you shoved the textbook into his stomach, causing him to curl in pain. The other tried to rip the book out of your grasp, but you managed to kick him off. Distracted with the two boys, you couldn’t keep your attention on the original guy who you slapped. He was moving to punch the back of your head before getting his head smashed into the wall by a familiar hand. Stu held his bleeding head against the wall, “Now, why would you do that? Gonna get your ass kicked by more than a textbook.”
Billy pressed his chest against your back as he glared at the others, an unbeknownst knife pointed at them from behind you. “Leave before things get worse. That includes you too.” He said to Bradley, not wanting your attention fixated on any guys except him and Stu. Especially after how much he enjoyed seeing you kick their asses. All he wanted was to steal you for themselves.
The four squabbled out before you could say anything, or give Bradley his textbook back. You went to ran after Bradley to check up on him as he hurried away anxiously, but were cornered by your boyfriends. Billy cupped your chin, “Don’t focus on him. Focus on me, alright?” Stu, right beside Billy, slid his large hand onto the small of your back, teasing the fabric of the sweater you were wearing.
“But.. his stuff. And he’s hurt! I have a first aid kit, and I need to apologize. I.. gosh, how could that happen!” You exclaimed stress. Stu chuckled, “I don’t know, but god it was hot! Who knew our sweet boy had it in him to hit anyone.”
“It wasn’t like that. I’m not violent,” you defended guiltily.
“That makes it even better,” Stu said,
biting his lip.
You glanced away embarrassed, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. Billy forced your gaze back up, his hand still cupping your jaw. “Don’t be shy. We liked it. A lot.”
“You guys are weird. It was just the right thing to do.”
Billy and Stu shared another look before Billy started to ruffle your hair. “Always the hero. That’s why you got us, huh? To do your dirty work.”
“I-“ you began to try and deny the claim before falling silent upon the terrifying look in their eyes. “What do you guys mean?”
Stu started to almost laugh uncontrollably before kissing all of your face, “Oh, sweet boy, just know we’ll handle all of this. Don’t want anything worrying that pretty head of yours.”
The two began to stalk off suddenly, leaving you bewildered at your own actions and their odd behavior. What did they mean they’ll handle it?
Surely they wouldn’t hurt them. Or worse. Right?
✎ notes . . . this kinda sucks so I’m sorry— wrote this in a quick way to get my overthinking and laziness out of the way, but I hope you enjoy it!
Hi! I hope you're doing good. I love your writing for Billy and Stu. Could write something about them dating a reader who is really nice and sweet, the kind of guy to be known for having a heart of gold, volunteers, tutors students who have a hard time with schools, is always nice to everyone and, obviously, has no idea they are killers. They are very protective of him as they believe he is too good and too soft but one day, someone is bullying a younger kid and not only the reader interferes, which was expected, but he actually kicks the bully's ass and Billy and Stu are just staring in absolute delight as the reader beats the hell out of the other guy because they absolutely love to see their boyfriend has some violence in him.
「 GOODY TWO SHOES ! 」 . . . 📂
scream : billy loomis, stu macher
w.c n/a
⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . Your boyfriends, Billy and Stu won’t quit trying to get your attention during your tutoring session. When you return after feeding their attention deprivation, your session gets rudely interrupted by some guys bullying the boy you were tutoring.
⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader
Stu and Billy sat beside you in the library, looming over the poor boy you were tutoring. You could practically see the dark, purple aura floating off of them, suffocating the room. No matter how many time you told them it was just tutoring, they always clung to you claiming they had to supervise. Despite all the very many times you rolled your eyes, and told the boys you could handle yourself; they would simply smirk to themselves with a secretive look shared between them before claiming they were your bodyguards, and that they were “experienced” with dealing trouble. Whatever that meant.
The boy was a junior who had to been begging for help with pre-calc around the student council meetings. As the president of student council, who were you to deny him? Ever since freshman year, you had tutored most of your peers. Even upperclassmen. Tutoring was even how you met your boyfriends. Stu needed it, but Billy was just too lazy to do his work. Still true to this day despite your golden boy influence on the two.
You were explaining some concept that went over both Billy and Stu’s head. Stu kept kicking your shin, egging you on to play footsy with him. Billy smirked at the way your brow kept furrowing with frustration at Stu’s antics before you cursed under your breath, and excused yourself from the table. You pushed yourself up from the table with a forced grin, one that passed as genuine but didn’t reach your eyes like usual, “I’m gonna take a moment to talk to my friends, Bradley. I’ll be right back, promise! Keep working on questions 4-6! I’ll check your work later. You got this!”
The boy nodded before bunkering down and starting the questions, you began to move past the various towering shelves with Billy and Stu walking smugly behind you. When you guys found a good corner, you flopped down onto a bean bag chair. Like a golden retriever with no concept of personal space, Stu flopped down onto your lap while Billy moved to lean against the bean bag right beside you.
You pouted as you pressed your forehead against Stu’s shoulder blade, whining playfully, “I love you guys, but why can’t you guys let me tutor in peace?”
Stu laughed, “What if someone tries to take advantage of our precious little golden boy? Tutoring is code for anal, isn’t that right, Bill?” Stu’s words shocked you, causing you to cough on your disbelief before turning to Billy, “He’s joking, right?!”
“Only when [Name’s] tutoring me it does,” Billy replied teasingly as he wrapped his arm around your tensed shoulders.
“Anal without me?!” Stu whined loudly before you clasped your hand over his mouth. “Guys you can’t say I’m doing anal with anyone! Especially out loud! In a library.”
Billy pressed his long fingers against your spine, almost counting your vertebrae as he ran them down your back. “Why? Will they think you got some anal disease, and you can’t donate all your organs to the little orphans?” He snarked.
“Be nice to me guys. And I’ve donated blood. No organs yet.” You sigh as you glance back at Billy exasperated.
“Can I have your spleen?” Stu piped up from behind your hand.
“Why do you need my spleen?” You exclaimed with disgust. “Let’s just go back. I have two more questions. Don’t you guys have something anyways? It’s the anniversary of..?”
Billy gave Stu a look that escaped your attention, but whatever the anniversary was did need to get attended to. After all, it was time for their big plan. Billy pressed a kiss and a tiny bite against your neck. His nose tickled as he held the feeling of his lips pressed against your skin. “Yeah, me and Stu have some business to take care of. Go straight home after this. I’ll be at your window later.”
Before you can speak, Stu adds in, “Me too!”
You nod, setting a mental note to leave the window open while you finish your AP Gov homework tonight before remembering that they never did truly tell you what their big plan was, “What are you guys doing anyways?”
“Unfinished business,” Billy said plainly before standing up and stretching. Stu kissed your cheek before clambering out of your lap and pushing himself up to Billy’s side. “Love you, baby!”
You waved them off sweetly as the two walked out of the library, returning to your tutoring session. Bradley was gone, yet his things were still at the table. You glanced around before catching sight of 3 guys towering over the junior, obviously tormenting the boy. You stormed towards them with the pre calc textbook in hand. “Excuse me? You’re interrupting our session.”
The guys turned around to face you with a mean smile. “Shouldve known it was you tutoring this faggot. Goody two shoes.”
“What did you say?” You said angrily. Your nose was scrunched in anger at the slur, and the bullying of the boy behind them. God, you hated guys like these.
“Faggot,” the guy repeated.
Before he could snicker at your fuming face, you had taken the hefty textbook to his face, slapping him with all your strength. He knocked himself against one of the book shelves, a couple books falling of the shelves. You would pick them up later. It was the right thing to do. So was teaching these guys a lesson.
The other two began to approach you to avenge the one you had hit with the textbook, but you had began to move to hit them too. You didn’t condone violence in the slightest, but this is what it had come to. One tried to lunge at you but you shoved the textbook into his stomach, causing him to curl in pain. The other tried to rip the book out of your grasp, but you managed to kick him off. Distracted with the two boys, you couldn’t keep your attention on the original guy who you slapped. He was moving to punch the back of your head before getting his head smashed into the wall by a familiar hand. Stu held his bleeding head against the wall, “Now, why would you do that? Gonna get your ass kicked by more than a textbook.”
Billy pressed his chest against your back as he glared at the others, an unbeknownst knife pointed at them from behind you. “Leave before things get worse. That includes you too.” He said to Bradley, not wanting your attention fixated on any guys except him and Stu. Especially after how much he enjoyed seeing you kick their asses. All he wanted was to steal you for themselves.
The four squabbled out before you could say anything, or give Bradley his textbook back. You went to ran after Bradley to check up on him as he hurried away anxiously, but were cornered by your boyfriends. Billy cupped your chin, “Don’t focus on him. Focus on me, alright?” Stu, right beside Billy, slid his large hand onto the small of your back, teasing the fabric of the sweater you were wearing.
“But.. his stuff. And he’s hurt! I have a first aid kit, and I need to apologize. I.. gosh, how could that happen!” You exclaimed stress. Stu chuckled, “I don’t know, but god it was hot! Who knew our sweet boy had it in him to hit anyone.”
“It wasn’t like that. I’m not violent,” you defended guiltily.
“That makes it even better,” Stu said,
biting his lip.
You glanced away embarrassed, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. Billy forced your gaze back up, his hand still cupping your jaw. “Don’t be shy. We liked it. A lot.”
“You guys are weird. It was just the right thing to do.”
Billy and Stu shared another look before Billy started to ruffle your hair. “Always the hero. That’s why you got us, huh? To do your dirty work.”
“I-“ you began to try and deny the claim before falling silent upon the terrifying look in their eyes. “What do you guys mean?”
Stu started to almost laugh uncontrollably before kissing all of your face, “Oh, sweet boy, just know we’ll handle all of this. Don’t want anything worrying that pretty head of yours.”
The two began to stalk off suddenly, leaving you bewildered at your own actions and their odd behavior. What did they mean they’ll handle it?
Surely they wouldn’t hurt them. Or worse. Right?
✎ notes . . . this kinda sucks so I’m sorry— wrote this in a quick way to get my overthinking and laziness out of the way, but I hope you enjoy it!
⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.
⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.
The rumors were true. Ni-ki’s parties were truly one of a kind.
The alcohol buzzed in your mouth as you sipped on the solo red cup in your grasp. Your nose scrunched a little as you swallowed the liquid down. Alcohol was never your forte. Yet here you were. The music boomed loudly in your ears, forming a headache. The energy was suffocating. How couldn’t it be though? This was a Ni-ki party— infamous in their intensity.
The lights were dim and multicolored, LEDs being the only lights in the house. Seductive reds, chaotic greens, and dreamy blues had turned the house into a club. That, along with the alcohol supplied. When you had entered the kitchen earlier on in the night, pushing past the flirting couples and the drink hoggers, there had been a large arrangement of jellow shots, bottles you couldn’t even name, and more red solo cups than you could count.
Everyone was caught up in the revelry, but your mind had been elsewhere for a while. You had done your cameo for Ni-ki’s vlog maybe 30 minutes ago, so you had taken it upon yourself to sit down on the couch and people watch. People you’ve only heard of through various social media platforms littered around the living room playing various drinking games, socializing, etc. However, none of them were of your concern. Only one person was, and he wasn’t even there.
Sipping on your drink once more, your eyes scanned the room for Heeseung. He was supposed to be here, yet he had been absent since the party started. You pushed yourself off the couch with annoyance. You did your cameo, and now you just wanted to hang out with a familiar face who wasn’t the star of the party— surrounded by people. Where was Heeseung?
Going up the stairs of the familiar house, you went to his door. Turning the doorknob, your entrance was rejected. The room was locked. Your fist pounded on the door as you yelled out, “Hee! Let me in!” An annoyed look was displayed upon your face, ready to get away from the scene downstairs.
Thankfully, the door was quick to open, and you smiled at the boy before you. His doe eyes were wide as you pushed past him, sitting upon his bed. It was comfy, and you let out a sigh of relief as you relaxed into the plush blanket laid out on-top of his comforter. “Y/N?” Hee asked as he shut the door. He locked it once more before crossing to sit with you. His eyes traced your appearance, catching sight of the cup in your hand, “Why aren’t you downstairs?” Heeseung smiled cheekily as he said this. He nodded his gaze down to your drink, obviously sensing you were just partying moments prior.
You sipped on your cup teasingly, a smile spread across your lips as you faced him, before replying with a shrug and a plain, “Too much for me. Plus, I wanted to see a familiar face that wasn’t flocked by more people than I can count.” Heeseung chuckled, his nose scrunching cutely, “Fair.”
You bumped your shoulder against his, “You? I was looking for you, you know.”
Heeseung coughed a little in shock. You were looking for him? He couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across his face before looking away from you towards his gaming set up. “I’m on Fontaine.. I got a little too absorbed.” He said embarrassed, but the way your eyes lit up gave away how his answer seemed to please you. You jumped up and headed to his computer, seeing a shot of Furina speaking to the Traveler.
“It’s the best written region, so I don’t blame you.” You said as you leaned against his chair facing him, now turned away from the computer screen. You had a wide smile, and Heeseung stared at you with a glazed look in his gaze. Just like your streams, there you were smiling so delightfully over this game. Yet you weren’t a computer screen away, and Heeseung wasn’t hidden behind a username. He was here. In front of you. And you didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, you came to him. Him. Heeseung. Not even y/nsupremacy ever got this pleasure.
Heeseung had followed in your steps as he nodded, and stood in front of you. His eyes traced your face before flickering from your lips to your eyes. Your hair was styled nicely, sticking to your aesthetic but fitting the vibe of the party. It looked so soft. Heeseung couldn’t help the way he leaned in further towards you, almost wanting to plant himself close enough to feel it. Then his eyes drifted, you had two nice necklaces framing your neck. God, was your neck pretty. And your outfit? He always had admired your style, and it was true you always dressed well. Especially now. As his eyes lingered, he spoke softly, “Mhm… You look nice, by the way.”
“Thanks, I probably smell like booze and sweat though. Ruins the whole thing, huh?” You joked, still not the most responsive to his flirtations. It still felt awkward for you, knowing your history, but Heeseung only knew the tip of the iceberg. Since he clearly didn’t remember, you remarked in your head bitterly. Despite, trying to brush it off, it still hurt thinking about the past. You sighed as you glanced from the floor back up to Heeseung. His gaze was scarily intense, and his brows creased in frustration. Noticing you making eye contact with him, Heeseung shook his head as he leaned in, towering over you with an odd expression. “Not at all. Never.”
Your mouth opened to respond, yet nothing came out. Heeseung was usually rather.. awkward or even shy around you. Which made sense. How could he act suave when you very clearly didn’t like him in the slightest? Yet things had changed over the past couple of weeks. You seemed to tolerate him, at bare minimum. Enjoy his presence even. I mean, who calls every night, plays each other’s favorite video games, and stares at each other like that if they didn’t? So maybe that’s why he was behaving like this.
He fixated on you as he waited for you to say… well, anything. Your eyes, you hair, you. Anything to give away whatever was going on inside that head of yours. He frowned a little. Why were you so unresponsive all the time? It frustrated him. The progress gained from you hating him to those small moments between you two where you seem to return even an inkling of his feelings surely meant something, so why were you still keeping him at a distance? What were you hiding? What had you been hiding? Why didn’t you like him?
He closed his eyes as he thought. You came up to his room for a reason, right? The way you’re looking at him has to mean something. Surely, you don’t hate him anymore? Maybe he isn’t delusional. Maybe you wanted this even a little bit. Maybe this isn’t just for clout cause he made that stupid, stupid comment. His eyes flickered back to your lips before licking his own, testing something, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
“You— what??” You say shocked as you stumble back a little, yet your back hits against his gaming chair. Your chest heaved slightly as you processed his sudden words. “You’re gonna what?”
“Kiss you.” He said firmly.
“I.. well. I would—“ You paused as you stared back at him with wide eyes. Why was he asking that? You looked off to side before dragging your gaze to his shoes. Quietly, you whispered, “I guess, I would kiss you back.”
Heeseung’s brows furrowed slightly before he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. Not how he expected you to answer. He expected a dumb joke, a diversion, yet you answered him. “Promise?”
Despite the air catching in your lungs, you nodded as your eyes flickered to meet his lips, barely touching yours. “Promise.”
Heeseung smirked a little before sliding his lips against yours before a soft smile spread across his face, his teeth clashing against the soft surface of your lips. He hummed as his dreams came true. Months of fantasizing of feeling your lips finally coming true. The kiss, tentative and hesitant, a soft brush of your lips upon each other, ignited those feelings boxed away. Your hands grasped onto Heeseung’s broad shoulders as you couldn’t help the tears that spilt from your lips. They fell into the kiss, turning the sweet softness of it salty. Heeseung hummed as he tasted your tears, peaking his tongue out against the plush feel of your bottom lip. His eyes fluttered open as his hands caressed your face, “Why are you crying? Did you not like it? Did you not wanting to kiss me? Fuck, y/n.”
More streams poured from your eyes, but you smiled that charming, lopsided grin that made Heeseung’s knees weak. You moved your hands from his shoulders to wipe away your tears embarrassed— just like the first time you had kissed him. He still didn’t remember. Maybe you thought that sense of Deja Vu would hit. Heeseung’s hand, large and warm and cradling your cheek moved up and met yours. He cupped the hand that you had used to wipe your tears before kissing your cheek. “Why are you crying?” He asked again, softly. Begging, almost.
“You don’t remember,” you replied, “I do. I still do, and I always have. I can’t forget it. Even though it was so insanely long ago. I can’t. Yet you can.”
Heeseung held your hand tighter, “What? What did I do? Tell me, please.”
You laughed before glancing up, into those eyes that had taunted you for years. “Middle school, there was that party. You didn’t know me. I was the weird emo kid who played FNAF in the back? Ring a bell?”
Heeseung’s eyes went wide, “I do remember.” His eyes scanned your face, seeking the resemblance. It was your sister’s party. His older brother had been invited, but their parents were out of town, so he dragged Hee along. Heeseung hated it. All these kids he didn’t know, the smell, the noise. He just wanted to go him and play on his computer.
“I.. I had walked into that random room with the FNAF poster, and there you were.” He said breathlessly, “You were watching some anime, and I was so nervous. Yet you patted that spot next to you, and we sat and binged the whole series for like two hours!”
You nodded, “And?”
“And.. and,” he murmured as the pieces clicked in his head. “Our hands touched.”
“Yup, and you looked down, yelled I had cooties and ran away,” you remarked with a bitter laugh. “Then before I even knew it, I was the kid with gay cooties who no one wanted to be friends with in school.”
Heeseung gulped nervously, “I can’t believe I forgot that was you.” His eyes now looked sad and more doe-like than ever. That was you. Weird gay, FNAF kid was you.
You bit your lip before continuing, “I know you weren’t the ones spreading the rumors. I know you probably only told your bother or your friends, but they ended up spreading it. I was bullied relentlessly. It was awful. I ended up moving schools.” You sighed. “And it got worse. I.. I tried apologizing to you for fuck sakes! Remember that?”
Heeseung’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Behind the school. You stood shaking like a little lost puppy, playing with your sweater sleeves as you whimpered out that apology. He didn’t know his friends were there. He didn’t know that they had followed you. Yet they did, and that’s when they snuck on you two. Pushed you. Into Heeseung. And you two had kissed.
“You kissed me.” He said softly as his thumb rubbed your hand comfortingly. It was awful. Your lips were chapped. And the audience was no help. The little boys laughed as you pushed yourself off of Heeseung, and ran away crying. God, it was humiliating.
“Glad you remember now,” you remarked with an awkward chuckle. “Had to retell you my middle school nightmare for you to.”
Heeseung faltered, “So that’s why you hated me.” His brain was wrapping around the information, taking it in word after word.
“After first,” you started, “I didn’t blame you directly, but it was hard. I thought we could’ve been friends. And even though I knew it probably wasn’t you spreading those rumors, I was still wandering about it. That you made everyone hate me even more just cause I accidentally held your hand. I had no friends before then, and it just got worse after that. It’s why I started streaming in the first place— I just wanted friends. Luckily, it worked out after a couple years. Plus, I meet Lix and Chan.”
Heeseung nodded, “And I didn’t even recognize you.” He laughed in disbelief. How didn’t he recognize you? Yeah, you had moved schools, but he never even noticed.
“So when you hit on me about a year ago… I was pissed. I couldn’t help the resentment towards you that had built up. I thought you were doing it on purpose. To humiliate me all over again.” You told him honestly, ignoring the heavy feeling in your heart.
Heeseung immediately shook his head wildly, “No! No! Not at all! I thought you were so cool and beautiful and awesome and—“ Your hand cupped his mouth as you smiled up at him softly, “I know.”
“Now,” you finished with a little eye roll, “Not then. That’s why I avoided you. Hated you, even.”
“Cause of those rumors,” he said understandingly.
“And,” you said awkwardly, “You were kind of my gay awakening. That night in my room? I held your hand on purpose, and it backfired. Then that kiss? I liked it!”
“What?” Heeseung said with a boisterous laugh. “You were my gay awakening. When I found your streams? You changed my brain chemistry. Girls, girls, girls to just you.”
“So, I guess we’re even,” you said awkwardly. The conversation was bound to happen, yet you still hated it. Hated having to admit everything behind why you acted that way you did towards him. Heeseung nodded before he took his hand from your face, and moving it away. Then he hugged you. Strong, comfortingly. He hugged you. “I’m sorry.”
“I know. I’ve known that for a while.” You say teasingly. “I forgave you before I even knew I forgave you.”
Heeseung quirked his brows as he smiled, “What does that mean?”
“I think I always kinda held feelings for you even in my little ‘I hate Heeseung’ era.” You say embarrassed as you lean your forehead into Heeseung’s chest. “Chan and Felix called it.”
“Then you’re right— we’re even,” he said softly as he pressed a kiss to the center of your head. “Cause I’ve had feelings for you even when I felt like you hated me, and I never had a chance.”
“You had a chance,” you snickered. “Obviously, I let you kiss me.”
Heeseung rolled his eyes before tickling your sides, forcing you to burst out of his grasp in a fit of giggles. After pausing his touch against your sides, he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs back away from his forehead. “You did not make it obvious!”
“That’s cause you didn’t see my private Twitter!” You exclaimed with a joyous laugh. “Felix and Chan were dogging on me for them!”
Heeseung wrapped his arms back around you, “I’ll have to ask them about it sometime then.”
You huffed before letting yourself melt into his hold. It felt nice. Nice to admit your feelings. Nice to bury the past. Nice to be here. To be his.
“Does this mean I can hard launch us?” You said mischievously.
“Yeah.” Heeseung laughed before kissing you once again. With a joy that surged from his body to yours. You smiled harder than ever before backing away, “And I’ll let you meet my cats.”
“Yes!”
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⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.
The rumors were true. Ni-ki’s parties were truly one of a kind.
The alcohol buzzed in your mouth as you sipped on the solo red cup in your grasp. Your nose scrunched a little as you swallowed the liquid down. Alcohol was never your forte. Yet here you were. The music boomed loudly in your ears, forming a headache. The energy was suffocating. How couldn’t it be though? This was a Ni-ki party— infamous in their intensity.
The lights were dim and multicolored, LEDs being the only lights in the house. Seductive reds, chaotic greens, and dreamy blues had turned the house into a club. That, along with the alcohol supplied. When you had entered the kitchen earlier on in the night, pushing past the flirting couples and the drink hoggers, there had been a large arrangement of jellow shots, bottles you couldn’t even name, and more red solo cups than you could count.
Everyone was caught up in the revelry, but your mind had been elsewhere for a while. You had done your cameo for Ni-ki’s vlog maybe 30 minutes ago, so you had taken it upon yourself to sit down on the couch and people watch. People you’ve only heard of through various social media platforms littered around the living room playing various drinking games, socializing, etc. However, none of them were of your concern. Only one person was, and he wasn’t even there.
Sipping on your drink once more, your eyes scanned the room for Heeseung. He was supposed to be here, yet he had been absent since the party started. You pushed yourself off the couch with annoyance. You did your cameo, and now you just wanted to hang out with a familiar face who wasn’t the star of the party— surrounded by people. Where was Heeseung?
Going up the stairs of the familiar house, you went to his door. Turning the doorknob, your entrance was rejected. The room was locked. Your fist pounded on the door as you yelled out, “Hee! Let me in!” An annoyed look was displayed upon your face, ready to get away from the scene downstairs.
Thankfully, the door was quick to open, and you smiled at the boy before you. His doe eyes were wide as you pushed past him, sitting upon his bed. It was comfy, and you let out a sigh of relief as you relaxed into the plush blanket laid out on-top of his comforter. “Y/N?” Hee asked as he shut the door. He locked it once more before crossing to sit with you. His eyes traced your appearance, catching sight of the cup in your hand, “Why aren’t you downstairs?” Heeseung smiled cheekily as he said this. He nodded his gaze down to your drink, obviously sensing you were just partying moments prior.
You sipped on your cup teasingly, a smile spread across your lips as you faced him, before replying with a shrug and a plain, “Too much for me. Plus, I wanted to see a familiar face that wasn’t flocked by more people than I can count.” Heeseung chuckled, his nose scrunching cutely, “Fair.”
You bumped your shoulder against his, “You? I was looking for you, you know.”
Heeseung coughed a little in shock. You were looking for him? He couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across his face before looking away from you towards his gaming set up. “I’m on Fontaine.. I got a little too absorbed.” He said embarrassed, but the way your eyes lit up gave away how his answer seemed to please you. You jumped up and headed to his computer, seeing a shot of Furina speaking to the Traveler.
“It’s the best written region, so I don’t blame you.” You said as you leaned against his chair facing him, now turned away from the computer screen. You had a wide smile, and Heeseung stared at you with a glazed look in his gaze. Just like your streams, there you were smiling so delightfully over this game. Yet you weren’t a computer screen away, and Heeseung wasn’t hidden behind a username. He was here. In front of you. And you didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, you came to him. Him. Heeseung. Not even y/nsupremacy ever got this pleasure.
Heeseung had followed in your steps as he nodded, and stood in front of you. His eyes traced your face before flickering from your lips to your eyes. Your hair was styled nicely, sticking to your aesthetic but fitting the vibe of the party. It looked so soft. Heeseung couldn’t help the way he leaned in further towards you, almost wanting to plant himself close enough to feel it. Then his eyes drifted, you had two nice necklaces framing your neck. God, was your neck pretty. And your outfit? He always had admired your style, and it was true you always dressed well. Especially now. As his eyes lingered, he spoke softly, “Mhm… You look nice, by the way.”
“Thanks, I probably smell like booze and sweat though. Ruins the whole thing, huh?” You joked, still not the most responsive to his flirtations. It still felt awkward for you, knowing your history, but Heeseung only knew the tip of the iceberg. Since he clearly didn’t remember, you remarked in your head bitterly. Despite, trying to brush it off, it still hurt thinking about the past. You sighed as you glanced from the floor back up to Heeseung. His gaze was scarily intense, and his brows creased in frustration. Noticing you making eye contact with him, Heeseung shook his head as he leaned in, towering over you with an odd expression. “Not at all. Never.”
Your mouth opened to respond, yet nothing came out. Heeseung was usually rather.. awkward or even shy around you. Which made sense. How could he act suave when you very clearly didn’t like him in the slightest? Yet things had changed over the past couple of weeks. You seemed to tolerate him, at bare minimum. Enjoy his presence even. I mean, who calls every night, plays each other’s favorite video games, and stares at each other like that if they didn’t? So maybe that’s why he was behaving like this.
He fixated on you as he waited for you to say… well, anything. Your eyes, you hair, you. Anything to give away whatever was going on inside that head of yours. He frowned a little. Why were you so unresponsive all the time? It frustrated him. The progress gained from you hating him to those small moments between you two where you seem to return even an inkling of his feelings surely meant something, so why were you still keeping him at a distance? What were you hiding? What had you been hiding? Why didn’t you like him?
He closed his eyes as he thought. You came up to his room for a reason, right? The way you’re looking at him has to mean something. Surely, you don’t hate him anymore? Maybe he isn’t delusional. Maybe you wanted this even a little bit. Maybe this isn’t just for clout cause he made that stupid, stupid comment. His eyes flickered back to your lips before licking his own, testing something, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
“You— what??” You say shocked as you stumble back a little, yet your back hits against his gaming chair. Your chest heaved slightly as you processed his sudden words. “You’re gonna what?”
“Kiss you.” He said firmly.
“I.. well. I would—“ You paused as you stared back at him with wide eyes. Why was he asking that? You looked off to side before dragging your gaze to his shoes. Quietly, you whispered, “I guess, I would kiss you back.”
Heeseung’s brows furrowed slightly before he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. Not how he expected you to answer. He expected a dumb joke, a diversion, yet you answered him. “Promise?”
Despite the air catching in your lungs, you nodded as your eyes flickered to meet his lips, barely touching yours. “Promise.”
Heeseung smirked a little before sliding his lips against yours before a soft smile spread across his face, his teeth clashing against the soft surface of your lips. He hummed as his dreams came true. Months of fantasizing of feeling your lips finally coming true. The kiss, tentative and hesitant, a soft brush of your lips upon each other, ignited those feelings boxed away. Your hands grasped onto Heeseung’s broad shoulders as you couldn’t help the tears that spilt from your lips. They fell into the kiss, turning the sweet softness of it salty. Heeseung hummed as he tasted your tears, peaking his tongue out against the plush feel of your bottom lip. His eyes fluttered open as his hands caressed your face, “Why are you crying? Did you not like it? Did you not wanting to kiss me? Fuck, y/n.”
More streams poured from your eyes, but you smiled that charming, lopsided grin that made Heeseung’s knees weak. You moved your hands from his shoulders to wipe away your tears embarrassed— just like the first time you had kissed him. He still didn’t remember. Maybe you thought that sense of Deja Vu would hit. Heeseung’s hand, large and warm and cradling your cheek moved up and met yours. He cupped the hand that you had used to wipe your tears before kissing your cheek. “Why are you crying?” He asked again, softly. Begging, almost.
“You don’t remember,” you replied, “I do. I still do, and I always have. I can’t forget it. Even though it was so insanely long ago. I can’t. Yet you can.”
Heeseung held your hand tighter, “What? What did I do? Tell me, please.”
You laughed before glancing up, into those eyes that had taunted you for years. “Middle school, there was that party. You didn’t know me. I was the weird emo kid who played FNAF in the back? Ring a bell?”
Heeseung’s eyes went wide, “I do remember.” His eyes scanned your face, seeking the resemblance. It was your sister’s party. His older brother had been invited, but their parents were out of town, so he dragged Hee along. Heeseung hated it. All these kids he didn’t know, the smell, the noise. He just wanted to go him and play on his computer.
“I.. I had walked into that random room with the FNAF poster, and there you were.” He said breathlessly, “You were watching some anime, and I was so nervous. Yet you patted that spot next to you, and we sat and binged the whole series for like two hours!”
You nodded, “And?”
“And.. and,” he murmured as the pieces clicked in his head. “Our hands touched.”
“Yup, and you looked down, yelled I had cooties and ran away,” you remarked with a bitter laugh. “Then before I even knew it, I was the kid with gay cooties who no one wanted to be friends with in school.”
Heeseung gulped nervously, “I can’t believe I forgot that was you.” His eyes now looked sad and more doe-like than ever. That was you. Weird gay, FNAF kid was you.
You bit your lip before continuing, “I know you weren’t the ones spreading the rumors. I know you probably only told your bother or your friends, but they ended up spreading it. I was bullied relentlessly. It was awful. I ended up moving schools.” You sighed. “And it got worse. I.. I tried apologizing to you for fuck sakes! Remember that?”
Heeseung’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Behind the school. You stood shaking like a little lost puppy, playing with your sweater sleeves as you whimpered out that apology. He didn’t know his friends were there. He didn’t know that they had followed you. Yet they did, and that’s when they snuck on you two. Pushed you. Into Heeseung. And you two had kissed.
“You kissed me.” He said softly as his thumb rubbed your hand comfortingly. It was awful. Your lips were chapped. And the audience was no help. The little boys laughed as you pushed yourself off of Heeseung, and ran away crying. God, it was humiliating.
“Glad you remember now,” you remarked with an awkward chuckle. “Had to retell you my middle school nightmare for you to.”
Heeseung faltered, “So that’s why you hated me.” His brain was wrapping around the information, taking it in word after word.
“After first,” you started, “I didn’t blame you directly, but it was hard. I thought we could’ve been friends. And even though I knew it probably wasn’t you spreading those rumors, I was still wandering about it. That you made everyone hate me even more just cause I accidentally held your hand. I had no friends before then, and it just got worse after that. It’s why I started streaming in the first place— I just wanted friends. Luckily, it worked out after a couple years. Plus, I meet Lix and Chan.”
Heeseung nodded, “And I didn’t even recognize you.” He laughed in disbelief. How didn’t he recognize you? Yeah, you had moved schools, but he never even noticed.
“So when you hit on me about a year ago… I was pissed. I couldn’t help the resentment towards you that had built up. I thought you were doing it on purpose. To humiliate me all over again.” You told him honestly, ignoring the heavy feeling in your heart.
Heeseung immediately shook his head wildly, “No! No! Not at all! I thought you were so cool and beautiful and awesome and—“ Your hand cupped his mouth as you smiled up at him softly, “I know.”
“Now,” you finished with a little eye roll, “Not then. That’s why I avoided you. Hated you, even.”
“Cause of those rumors,” he said understandingly.
“And,” you said awkwardly, “You were kind of my gay awakening. That night in my room? I held your hand on purpose, and it backfired. Then that kiss? I liked it!”
“What?” Heeseung said with a boisterous laugh. “You were my gay awakening. When I found your streams? You changed my brain chemistry. Girls, girls, girls to just you.”
“So, I guess we’re even,” you said awkwardly. The conversation was bound to happen, yet you still hated it. Hated having to admit everything behind why you acted that way you did towards him. Heeseung nodded before he took his hand from your face, and moving it away. Then he hugged you. Strong, comfortingly. He hugged you. “I’m sorry.”
“I know. I’ve known that for a while.” You say teasingly. “I forgave you before I even knew I forgave you.”
Heeseung quirked his brows as he smiled, “What does that mean?”
“I think I always kinda held feelings for you even in my little ‘I hate Heeseung’ era.” You say embarrassed as you lean your forehead into Heeseung’s chest. “Chan and Felix called it.”
“Then you’re right— we’re even,” he said softly as he pressed a kiss to the center of your head. “Cause I’ve had feelings for you even when I felt like you hated me, and I never had a chance.”
“You had a chance,” you snickered. “Obviously, I let you kiss me.”
Heeseung rolled his eyes before tickling your sides, forcing you to burst out of his grasp in a fit of giggles. After pausing his touch against your sides, he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs back away from his forehead. “You did not make it obvious!”
“That’s cause you didn’t see my private Twitter!” You exclaimed with a joyous laugh. “Felix and Chan were dogging on me for them!”
Heeseung wrapped his arms back around you, “I’ll have to ask them about it sometime then.”
You huffed before letting yourself melt into his hold. It felt nice. Nice to admit your feelings. Nice to bury the past. Nice to be here. To be his.
“Does this mean I can hard launch us?” You said mischievously.
“Yeah.” Heeseung laughed before kissing you once again. With a joy that surged from his body to yours. You smiled harder than ever before backing away, “And I’ll let you meet my cats.”
“Yes!”
prev || masterlist || this is the end :). thank you for reading!!
⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.
⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.
⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.
