#and maybe a chance to say good bye properly??

[eightstarr]

pacify — sevika.

summary: is it possible to miss a stranger, or does one thing negate the other? maybe you miss sevika because she isn't a stranger, because she stuck her claws far too deep in you and never let go— or just because she looks really fucking good sitting there, looking at you like she's waiting for you to say "hello again".

warnings: mild descriptions of violence, smut (mdni!), pre time jump sevika!

notes: my thesis with this one is that eating out a woman you love will revolutionize you in a way nothing else can and i'm joking but also dead serious. also dear god please me and who… okay bye i love you

・。.・゜✧・. ────

“You know, I’ve always liked this place the best.”

It’s the first thing you remember him saying, blue uniform to match his now slightly reddened eyes, vile alcohol in his breath. You’re at a different bar, not Vander's, the first actual job you ever had if you don't count what came before— the shiny rock of a stranger’s ring in your pocket, another’s gold coins in your bag, all from the quick trips to the city above with your father. “It’s not difficult to steal from a Piltovan,” he’d say, squinting at the engraving on the inside of a sparkly bracelet, a small bounty spread over the kitchen table, “they’re all show, all ego.”

Now watching the smirk on the Enforcer’s face after he downs his fourth glass without taking a breath, a laughable skill for an audience of no one, you find it hard to disagree with your father’s assessment. The well nurtured instinct to wonder what you’d get if you slipped your fingers inside the pockets of his tailored jacket grows loud and tempting in your head, but you shove it away and keep your eyes on the dusty floor you’re meant to sweep, determined to keep this job.

“The drinks are better than up there, I’ll give you that,” the drunk man continued, half empty fifth glass tipped dangerously towards the brooding barman, your only coworker tonight. There’s barely anyone left in the bar at all except a couple regulars. Tension has been brewing through the entirety of your shift, an argument in one of the booths during your first hour, a drink on someone’s face by the third, a wave of tired scoffs when the man in uniform walked in near the end of the night; the last nail on the coffin. In your head, you’ve listed all the possible exits you could use to escape enough times to memorize them.

The man takes a surprisingly controlled sip, thin lips furrowed in a grimace. “Wish it was enough to make up for that fucking stench.”

The air in Zaun is different to foreigners. You’ve never minded it the way they do. It's your air, the first to ever fill your lungs, the one you’re so used to that you can feel the way it shifts— the way it becomes a stench, as he called it, when blood is about to be spilt.

The barman does, to his credit, offer you the chance to leave. Or orders it, morelike, his sharp eyes meeting yours and then a tilt of his head towards the door. Maybe he pities you for the nerves splashed all over your face, or maybe he’d just find it a shame to lose an employee he hired barely a month ago. “You. Out.”

“Out?” the Piltovan repeats, turning his head, his voice grossly high pitched. “Why? What's gonna happen now?” he’s drunk enough that you notice the seconds that pass before his eyes properly focus. You remember the exact way his smirk faded, the deep-set wrinkles between his eyebrows when he recognized your face, a nauseating anger. “No. No, you don't move.”

Enforcers never go anywhere alone. Maybe the man had just remembered this, just now realized the true risk of his cockiness when it's not backed up by two or three of his colleagues. Maybe that's why he finds it easy to target you rather than the angry figures lurking in the tables behind him. Maybe that's why he draws his gun so fast.

“I know you, little thief—”

A woman approaches at the same time he does, and you don't know why exactly you decide to focus on her instead. A plea, maybe. You remember the dull gray of the brass knuckles on her fingers, the thick leather belt hung around her lower waist, the thump of her boots against the old floorboards. You've never noticed her before. How ridiculous it feels to think that she was there all night. How lovely that she could be the last thing you see. There's comfort in her being there, a morbid, sad thing that feels almost like company. At least you’re not alone in the room with the monster, at least there's someone to watch you die. 

Her hand falls on the Enforcer’s shoulder and she pushes him back with little effort, the quickest movement, almost without thought. The man stumbles (blame the well praised alcohol or Sevika’s strength), and the glass that had stayed in his hand shatters against the edge of the bar at the same time his gun fires a loose shot to the wall behind you.

Next comes a blur, a vague memory of hearing the Enforcer hiss in pain, a thread of red spilling down the open palm of his hand.

“You got somewhere to go?”

Her voice is the first and only thing that brings you back, the only sound louder than the heartbeat pounding in your ears. She sounds smooth, clear-headed, not like a woman who just stepped in the middle of the fastest paced violence you’ve ever encountered. Gray eyes move across your face, then the rest of you, and you quickly look down at yourself as if to check along with her that you’re actually unharmed.

Your lips feel awfully dry when your tongue brushes against them, enough air passing through to let you breathe, but not quite talk. You nod your head and remember in a rushed, distorted thought— somewhere to go, yes, home, now.

Sevika returns your nod, small praise, an odd way of saying something like good job. Less odd than the quiet satisfaction you feel for having earned it. She tilts her head towards the door, short black hair brushing her shoulder, her voice the kindest you’ve ever heard to this very day. Perhaps the thing you remember most. “Go on, love.”

─────✧･ﾟ: *✧･

Years pass, deaths and joys and new odd jobs, and you still think about it. She sits at the back of your head like a softly worded reminder. And then one day, as things go, you find her again. Her making a deal at the back of The Last Drop, you behind the bar serving drinks.

There's a chance she doesn't remember it. What are the odds that she thought about you at all after the incident? You were just a stranger on a random night. It's not often that people fully understand the weight of what they did for someone, the trickle down of an action, of a kindness. There's a chance for you to go home, alone and unchanged. Instead (and not for the first time) you work for an hour longer, unpaid labor for a chance to serve her a drink.

Sevika doesn't come every night. You see her maybe once a week, talk to her maybe once a month. You don't expect tonight to be any different, but—

“You gonna watch me all night?” she mutters it into her glass, swallows the last sip before she looks at you. The are tiny wrinkles beginning to form on the corners of her eyes now, along each side of her lips from her smiles. Watching her is entrancing, the easiest thing you do, as natural as drawing a breath. “What are you still doing here?”

You blink downwards at the washed glass in your hand, continue to dry it like it could ever be half as interesting as being under her spell. “Working overtime.”

“Vander can't afford to pay you overtime,” Sevika scoffs, the corner of her mouth lifting in a smirk. 

You frown, maybe a little flustered. “He—”

“She's right. Why are you still here?”

The man himself stands tall to your left, glaring at this one permanently stained spot on the bar, working at it with a rag like he hasn't tried the same thing a hundred times before. There are dark shadows under his eyes, a purple hair tie on his wrist— Powder’s, if you were to guess. You’ve grown close to Vander since you met him, even closer when he hired you to work here. “‘S not a favor,” he’d said, quickly catching the suspicion on your face. “Just a gesture to him.” Turns out a lot more people knew your father than you thought; Vander isn’t old enough to have grown up with him, but they still found ways to end up at the same places. If he hadn’t been so secretive about who he was beyond the man who raised you, maybe you would’ve met Vander years ago, became friends at some bar in your teen years instead of at a diner a few days after your father’s funeral. But gaining a friend is a timeless thing, it obeys luck, not sensitivities. One day he wasn’t there, and then the next he was.

You spray some cleaning liquid over the spot on the table, roll your eyes as he leans closer to wonder at how the stain begins to slowly fade. “I’m working,” you repeat.

He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, one eyebrow raised. “I ain’t paying you.”

“I know, okay? It's fine,” you cross your arms over your chest, embarrassed to have been caught even though neither Vander nor Sevika seem to know what the real reason behind you staying late is. “It's a busy night, take it as a favor.”

“I can't afford favors.”

“Good thing they’re free, then,” you deadpan.

Sevika chuckles at the banter, forever amused at your unreserve, how simple you make things. It makes no sense to her to be that generous, that open, but it makes even less sense to think that you’d be any other way. Sevika isn’t particularly trusting, but she is loyal— the more you talk, the more watching you becomes addicting, her thing. She fixates on learning new things about you, clings to your words like a cat to its owner’s scent and wonders, over and over and over, if you remember her. From all those years ago. From last week. With you, she’d take anything.

And when she does finally see you up close, finds a good enough excuse in asking you for fire or a refill, there's little you could ask that she would say no to. It's senseless and thrilling and above all, it's true. She feels it down to her bones, painfully clear, like it's written all over her face.

“What do you do, Sevika?”

Sit and wait for you, she thinks, and instead replies, “What?”

“For work,” you clarify, your hand against the bar, leaning slightly forward. “I see you every week and I still don't know.”

You do know what she does, at least as much as anyone else does— too little to run your mouth, enough to stay away. And if you didn't know, you know her enough to be certain that she wouldn't tell you. It's a pointless question. Unless, of course, you’re as infatuated as you are.

Sevika takes another gulp of her drink, her eyes tracing over the line on your waist where the apron ties behind your back, the soft curve that the pull of it forms. She needs a smoke. “Same shit as everyone else,” she answers, and palms her pockets for a cigarette case. “What do you do? Other than this.”

“This is it,” you watch her flick open the case and shrug. You don’t sound particularly sad or frustrated, just plainly aware. “I pour drinks for people who all seem to do the same shit.”

Sevika hums, sets the case down, a click of metal against well worn wood. An unlit cigarette sits between her index and middle finger. “Be honest,” she starts, and it's the same voice that's been talking to you this whole time, but the gruffness still manages to catch you off guard. “Am I just as bad?”

You chuckle, the same addicting shimmer of genuineness in your eyes that she chases everytime you speak. “Just as bad as what?”

Her eyes follow your hands where they go to pull a lighter from the chest pocket of your apron. “The drunks that flirt with you while you do your job,” she lets the cigarette hang from her lips and leans forward.

“Hm,” you hum. The reflection of the flame sparkles in her eyes before you pull it away, orange against gray, odd and pretty. “I don't know.”

You’re not sure if she looks amused or slightly offended. It's a nice view regardless, the way her eyebrows lift and her lips curve downwards for a second before she breathes out, spilling smoke from her mouth as she talks, “You don't know.”

“I guess I didn't realize you were flirting with me.”

Sevika chuckles, a tiny half moon of a smile line on her cheek when she smirks, smugly aware of the way your eyes are looking at her. “You’re funny.”

Sevika is loyal. It would be easy to say that she doesn’t get what this feeling is, that it’s meaningless, that she doesn’t understand it— but she knows. She knows what it is even if it goes unnamed, because she’s the one deciding to keep it, stubborn and tight gripped, close to her heart. It’s in her dreams, in her first thought of the morning, in the disappointment that sours her mouth when she doesn’t find you at the bar. It’s in her stomach, tugging with need, when she looks at your face and realizes that if she asks if you wanna go home with her tonight, you will say yes.

She takes the leap. Parts her lips, names herself yours. “You wanna get out of here?”

─────✧･ﾟ: *✧･

You rarely pour your own drinks anymore. It’s a funny thing— Sevika doesn’t ask about your preference, which liquor is your favorite, if you’d like for her to do it for you. She figures it out like she does most things, making a study out of it, watching you enough. Maybe a little extra, too. The cork slides up with a pop!, her fingers around the neck of the bottle. The warmth of her still lingers on your thighs, your own fingers sitting restless over your lap now that her hair is not close enough to play with.

It’s been months since the first night she came home with you. You wouldn’t yet say that the newness is gone, or that you’re as quick of a student as she is, but there are things you know about Sevika already. Vivid truths, bright like the visions of her in the sunlight that you dream about sometimes. Reassurance is one of the first languages you learn from each other.

For Sevika, it's almost always about touch— you notice it immediately at the core of most of her silences, the way closeness makes her demeanor shift to something calmer, more true to herself. Slide closer to her on the couch and her arm will find itself around your shoulders immediately. Pat the empty spot next to you on the bed and she’ll let out a heavy sigh of relief, join you in sleep instead of torturing herself about tomorrow’s line of business. Part your lips when she's kissing you late at night with no goal other than to kiss you and she’ll let out a sound that vibrates through you and changes her mind on what was once an innocent gesture; she’ll tug your shirt off instead. Brush your hand over her shoulder when she's resting her head on your lap and she’ll guide it to her face instead, a lazy hold on your wrist while your thumb brushes her cheek. Coming to love her is the warmest science. But it’s not always exact.

You watch her pour you a drink at the bar table that sits in front of your bed— watch the dark hair that sits against the nape of her neck, messy and loose, watch the waistline of her pants sitting low on her waist, watch the bareness of her back. If there’s a reason why you decide to say it now, you don’t yet realize it. The words just spill out of you before you have a chance to stop them. “I remember you, you know."

Sevika’s hand hovers over the whiskey glass before she hums, resuming the movement and bringing it to her lips. "You didn't say."

“You didn’t ask,” you rest your back against the bed frame, watch her carefully.

The air sits still and you see her shoulders lift, muscles shifting as she shrugs, a big gulp of golden liquor sliding down her throat. Her voice comes in a mutter, low and almost shy, "Thought I might scare you off.”

The idea is so ridiculous that it's almost laughable. A startled chuckle dies in your chest and leaves room for aching sadness, your back leaving the frame as you lean forward and pray for her to turn around. "He was going to shoot me. Nobody moved a finger but you, Sev," you shake your head, try to manage your expression from saying too much, from confessing to something that’s been inside of you for years. At the tip of your tongue sits a raw desperation for this exact unraveling, for her. "How could you scare me?"

Another moment passes before Sevika turns to face you, lower back against the edge of the table, holding her drink down by her side. She won't look at your eyes— can't, maybe. You wonder if she's considering leaving, if she's already decided that she will, as soon as this is over. A part of you, small but dramatic and loudly pessimistic, is surprised that she’s entertained you this long. Even more surprised when she asks, "Is that what this is?" a turn of her head and the gray in her eyes finds you in a second, mechanical and unforgiving, the snap of a bear trap. You don't think you could look away if you tried. "Are you here because you think you owe me something?"

Your reaction is something close to a flinch, your frown deepening, feet firm on the floor instantly. "You can't seriously think that."

Sevika feels the regret come instantly. It splatters on her face, the pads of her fingers rough when they're brushed over her cheek to wipe herself clean of it like she does blood, gunpowder, fear. She watches out of the corner of her eye the way you part your pretty lips and can hear it in her head, imagine it so clearly, you asking her to leave. 

She's already reaching for her coat to make quick work of obeying your wishes when, instead of that, you ask, "You wanna know why I’m here?"

Sevika lowers her hand and the glass hits the table with a thud. Her head tilts to make the slightest nod— and that's as much of an answer as you'll get, you think.

“Look at me,” your finger sits under her chin, a touch barely there, the rise of her head more her choice than your doing. “You’re good, Sevika,” she grimaces, feels like she's swimming in gross viscous shame older than herself and barely surviving it. You press your thumb into her cheek, firm but kind, and keep her from being swept away by it. If she used to find your openness sweet, right now she finds it fucking miraculous. How can you call her good and mean it, how can someone else know so deeply that she could be, that she will be, when most days she doesn’t even know it herself? How can she look you in the eyes and deny you that truth? Her face relaxes, grimace replaced by an aching need as she listens to you. “I see it better than most, but they all catch up eventually. Whatever you put your mind to, you’re fucking good at it,” you pause, try to read her expression and find yourself unsure, but calm. How lovely to think that there's still so much to learn. “You don't owe me and I’m not trying to change you… you don't need—”

Sevika rests her hand over your cheek, a warm hum from her throat to acknowledge what you're saying, a desperate shake of her head to say but I do. “I need you,” her forehead falls against your own, in her brain a chant of please.

You look at her through your lashes, nod your head and feel warm, warm, warm. Her hand guides your face closer, a needy pull of her fingers where they press against the back of your neck, your whisper of “me too” spilled into her mouth. Sevika kisses like there's nothing in the whole fucking world she’d rather be doing, nothing that could possibly distract her. She has kissed you in nightclub bathrooms even with someone's knocks shaking the flimsy door, in alleys with her knuckles still bloody from a fight, dangerously close to opening hours with your back against the very bar where she rests her drinks every night. She's hungry, insatiable, and every time you can't wait to part your lips and let her in.

It takes godlike strength to hold on for as long as you do, but there's power in making her wait too, a satisfaction that feels drunk and just as divine as it makes its way down your spine. A few more chaste kisses take seconds or a century, and Sevika indulges them for as long as she can before she breaks, falls to her knees at your altar and breathes, “Please.”

There's nothing you like more than hearing her beg, except maybe what happens after you give in— the relief, the sigh against your mouth, the wet warmth of her tongue and the desperation in the way she pushes her body against you like she hadn't til then realized just how famished she’d been. Her hands wrap around your waist meanly, pressing indents, and you're too busy soothing your own hunger on her lips to realize that she's switched your positions.

You feel the harshness of the table against your back and pull away to look down, catch up, your daze maybe a little too obvious judging by the curl of her mouth. She's panting as much as you are, though, tongue peeking out barely to brush over her lips, tingly and wet from your kisses. “Up,” she says with a tilt of her head, more a warning than a command, her hands already down on your hips to get you sitting over the wood.

Sevika is a sight, pretty and inviting and overwhelming— you reach for her waist and pull, entranced by the way she follows, the way your legs interlock. A thin layer of sweat glimmers over her chest and you've never found so much beauty in the undercity’s humidity, never felt yourself get wet as easily as she makes it, never been so desperate to find some relief from the aching between your legs. Your thighs squeeze into Sevika’s and looking up to meet her eyes feels like a punch, like the sweetest blood, a sea of glazed-over gray barely visible against the black of her pupils. A mirror of your wanting; how the hunger grows when it meets reciprocation this delicious. You lean forward to taste it from her lips and she meets you halfway, a hand traveling up your spine and ending at your neck.

You don't know when you started grinding against her, but you know you want more. And you know Sevika’s holding back, savoring the same power you’d tried before, a smirk against your lips when she feels you speed up, hears you moan from somewhere deep in your throat. It suits her, the way she holds control. Sevika likes to wonder if she’d ever hold on longer, make you really wait. Sometimes she thinks she might, and then (like now) your voice fills her ears and clouds every thought that says anything other than please, god, fuck, let me make you feel good. “Don’t be mean,” you say this time, breathy and achingly sweet. “Please, Sevika.”

The first grind of her thigh against your pussy makes you end a kiss with your teeth biting into the meat of her lower lip, rougher than you intended. “Fuck, Sev—” you say, cut yourself off with a gasp when she does it again. Sevika figures out the angle unsurprisingly quickly, a hand on your hip and another on your ass to guide you back and forth at a rhythm that matches the movement of her own hips, enough fervency behind it that you know she needed this as much as you did. Maybe more, judging by the groans she spills on your neck every time you press up into her.

Full lips kiss at your pulse, open mouthed, her breath cool against your skin when it meets the wetness she left there. Your nails rake over her shoulder, over her scalp where your fingers are buried in between strands of dark hair— and when Sevika groans it sounds raw, a broken noise, her hips moving desperately faster. You can feel her warmth on your thigh and you've never wanted so badly to have her undressed, laid out, rubbing her pussy against you, leaving a mess on skin rather than the fabric of your pants. She's getting carried away, you know it, chasing her high and barely giving you a chance to catch up. You've never wanted anything more than to let her use you.

“You feel so fucking good,” she grunts, wrecked with need for you to pacify when she lifts her head from your neck, her eyebrows furrowed. You watch her get lost on your lips and you can imagine what they look like, how plump she left them, how the pride of that must simmer in her lower abdomen. Her thumb brushes over them once, then again, and you barely register that she's asking for permission before your mouth moves on its own accord to let her index and middle finger inside. It's filling, just what you needed; how beautifully unsurprising that she knew it more than you did, or that she needed it just the same.

You're fully caged in now, your back pressed against the wall, Sevika’s free hand on your waist still steering you back and forth on her thigh. “Too— hm, fuck,” her fingers slide out of your mouth and press wet indents into your cheek as she holds your jaw, traps you in her eyes. She’s far too gone to warn you but she doesn't have to, it's so painfully clear. Her eyes two dark pits to swallow you whole, lips parted, the grinding brutal and so fucking good— she says it until she can't form the words anymore, her head tilted back, thighs stuttering and tightening around your leg as she comes.

Your tongue tastes the skin of her bared neck and you feel yourself get closer and closer, fed by the feeling of her nipple under the pad of your thumb, by the shaking moans she spills into your ears as you keep grinding against her. Sevika must feel it too, in the same way you did, notice the change in your breath or the speed of your hips— because she pulls away and knows to soothe the needy desperation on your face with a messy kiss before she gets down on her knees.

“Shh,” her shushing comes soft and agonizingly kind, your whines barely contained as she presses kisses to the inside of your thighs. “What happened to my patient girl?” she asks, a tilt of her head and a smirk, the meanest angel.

Your palms press onto the table to lift yourself up enough to let her slide your pants and underwear off in one motion. “Spoiled me too much,” you answer, your mind foggy, drunk on the sight of her kneeling in front of you.

It takes Sevika a moment to reply, the pads of her finger pressing into your thighs. Her eyes meet yours and she wants to tell you, how could I not? You’re not trying to change her, you’d said, but you do. These days, she doesn't think about anything else like she used to— I love you prefaces everything. I love you, so I’m winning this stupid fight and making some money. I love you, so I gotta get home alive. I love you, so I think we could change this city. I love you, you should have every-fucking-thing. But Sevika's not really a woman of many words, especially not when you're looking at her like this, especially not when she's this hungry, so she shrugs her shoulders and says (like it explains everything, and maybe it does), "Look at you.”

The intensity of her makes your legs squeeze together, but you barely make it an inch before she’s pulling them apart and hooking them over her shoulders exactly how she likes.

Your face feels like it's burning, heat crawling up your neck, your grip on the table tight. “Please.”

Sevika barely manages to pry her eyes away from where you're open and glimmering, soaking her fingers after just one brush of them against your lips. Her voice comes out strained, drowned in hunger. “Please what?” 

You must sound worse, but the thought barely registers, hardly matters. “Please, Sevika, make me come.”

And she does— pretty nose bumping perfectly against your clit whenever her tongue is too busy inside you, her lips shiny and wet and relentless. Like everything else, she's fucking good at it.

[avatar-anna]

Just, like, a little crazy

this...is absolutely ridiculous, but i'm here for it. jealous hockey player!harry everyone! based on this tiktok

Hockey Player! Harry Styles x Figure Skater! Y/n

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"What's that face, baby?"

You stepped off the ice with a furrowed brow, approaching your boyfriend once your skates were properly covered. His arms were crossed, a scowl marring heis features as he waited for you to finish your training session. Your students were long gone, as you usually stayed back to skate freely before heading home.

Harry didn't always pick you up, but he had a bye week, which meant he spent every moment he could with you. Date nights, casual evenings on the couch, late mornings in bed, breakfast in bed if Harry managed to untangle his tired limbs from yours. It was safe to say that bye weeks were your favorite weeks. And Harry's, though he'd never admit it around his teammates.

Shrugging, Harry took your hand and pulled you closer to him for a kiss. You were used to greeting kisses, but this was different, deeper, his tongue pushing into your mouth before you had a chance to even process it. Not in the mood to argue, you kissed him back, dropping your duffle bag at your feet so you could grip the thick fabric of his sweatshirt.

Harry's hands gripped your ass, pushing you closer to his front, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. "Baby," you murmured, trying to catch your breath, but your boyfriend was rather insistent for a Tuesday afternoon. "We—We're in public."

"There's no one around us," he replied, nipping at your jaw. "And since when has that stopped you? Remember your grad party? Or the away game in Boston? Or—"

"Okay, okay, big shot." You pulled yourself back from him, holding his chin in place when he tried to go for your neck. "Let's go home anyway. There are security cameras, and I happen to like working here."

With a little resistance from Harry, you eventually left the rink hand in hand. In the car, his hand was on your leg, his thumb tracing along your inner thigh in a way that made it hard to think straight. You tried to keep still, for no other reason than Harry's earlier comment and you were inherently stubborn, and maybe because you knew if you stayed still you might be rewarded for it. It wasn't a long trip home, but you knew he would make it worth it.

"So, who was that on the rink with you?"

When his hand dipped below the waistband of your leggings, you knew you were right. Sighing, you settled deeper into the passenger seat, eyes fluttering shut.

He started off slow as if to warm you up, drawing lazy circles and spreading your wetness around until he eventually slipped one finger inside. Just the one, pumping slowly. He waited until the first stoplight to add another.

"Hm?"

You weren't sure if it was a moan or a response to his question, but you didn't really care. You hadn't really heard him anyway.

"You were skating with someone at the end of practice," Harry said, though his voice was secondary to the sensations provided by his fingers. "I thought you just taught the younger age groups. Not...young adults."

You peeked an eye open, glancing at your boyfriend's profile suspiciously. His eyes were still trained on the road in front of him, hind fingers still pumping leisurely but slowly picking up speed. It's nothing, you thought, or told yourself to think. The only thing you wanted to focus on was finishing before you got home. This was probably some sort of game to see how well you could hold a conversation while his fingers were inside you.

"Winter showcase," you sighed, clenching around Harry's fingers to distract him from his questions. "I'm doing a little performance with the senior coach."

As his fingers pumped a little faster, he asked, "Oh? So you're—Have you been training with this person often?"

Groaning, you shoved Harry's arm away, pinching his skin for good measure. Yelping he pulled his hand back, cursing slightly as you crossed your arms. And your legs.

"Ow! What the hell was that for? You weren't finished!"

"Did you really try to butter me up into an interrogation by fingering me?" you accused. You'd be impressed if you weren't so annoyed. "All because you're...jealous of my coworker?"

"I'm not—"

"He's my colleague, Harry!"

"Oh, so now I'm just Harry? What happened to baby?"

"Baby is reserved for my mentally sound boyfriend who doesn't try to finger me into submission! And I thought you just loved me."

"Come on, don't be like that. I just saw you...and him...and you looked—you looked..."

Your annoyance ebbed, but only a little. Harry's thoughts were irrational, but you also tended to not see reason when he was around other women, so could you really blame him?

That didn't stop you from teasing him, though.

"I was thinking about you, idiot," you said, shoving his shoulder lightly.

There was a considerable amount of acting when it came to figure skating. It wasn't just about executing tricks perfectly, but telling a story through the lines of your arms, the bow of your head, the emotions on your face as you performed. Partner work wasn't something you were used to, but you'd been asked to fill in when a senior coach's partner got injured last minute. It was all strictly professional, because he was a colleague and you were happily involved with someone else, and everyone you worked with at the rink knew that.

You often thought of Harry when you performed. For years, he was the person who drew the most emotion from you. From anguish to love to desperation, he'd made you feel everything over the course of your relationship. It was the easiest way to tap into emotions for a raw and real performance.

"You—You were?"

You rolled your eyes, refusing to answer him as he pulled into the parking spot in front of the apartment you shared. Harry tried to rest his hand on your lap again, but you twisted your body to face the car door in a huff.

"Don't be like that," he said. "You know how I get, I'm sorry. Let's go inside and I'll make it up to you."

Silence was your greatest weapon at the moment. It drove Harry crazy when you didn't talk to him, even moreso when you didn't forgive him right away. You supposed you both knew what made each other tick.

"You're really gonna be like this? When we have a whole week together?" he asked, his lips brushing against the curve of your ear. "What can I do, princess? Tell me."

Excited chills curled down your spine. You tried not to let it get to you, but you could practically feel Harry's grin as he realized he was wearing you down.

"Let's go inside. I wanna finish what we started, and then some."

You wanted to wait, to not give in, but, "Like what?"

"There she is," Harry murmured, kissing your cheek. "I'll let you sit on my face."

"You act like that's a punishment for you," you scoffed.

"Can't blame me for trying," he said with an unapologetic shrug. "Handcuffs?"

All that got him was a raise of your brows.

"Handcuffs on me? No, that's too much work for you," he said, laughing when you swatted at his arm. "Give me a little help, princess. I'm dying to get my hands on you. Dying, princess."

His praise filled you with warmth, just like it always did. You loved to hear him beg, to hear how much he craved your touch, and he loved to see you preen and blush and melt beneath the sweetness of his words.

Unbuckling your seat belt, you opened the passenger door. "Dying, you said?"

Harry nodded, his eyes tracking your every move as he quickly got out of the car, following you up the steps to the apartment. When you got inside, he lifted you up, and your legs went immediately around his waist, but when he tried to kiss you, you pressed a finger to his lips.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?"

Fighting a grin, you said, "That you were a jealous idiot and that you know I would never make moony eyes at a coworker."

"That's what you want?" he asked.

"That's what I want. And that you're sorry for trying to finger the truth out of me."

Harry sighed. "It sounds crazy when you put it like that."

"It does, doesn't it? It's almost as if it was crazy."

Harry grinned, not even the littlest bit sorry. "What can I say, princess? You make me do some crazy shit."

You only looked at him with raised brows. "My pants stay on until I hear you say it."

"Fine, fine, if my proclamations of undying love aren't enough," he said, shaking his head as he chuckled. He kissed your neck a couple times before you hugged him back by the curls that flopped over his forehead. After a deep exhale, he said, "I was a jealous idiot."

"And?"

Harry narrowed his eyes to green slits at you. "You're enjoying this too much. Fine, I was a jealous idiot and I know you would never make, what did you call it, moony eyes, at a coworker. And I'm sorry for fingering—" he sighed, rubbing an exasperated hand over his face, "for fingering the truth out of you. There. Satisfied?"

You beamed at him. "Very. You may now lead me to the bedroom please and thank you."

He shook his head, but did as you asked, commanded, really, anyway. "You think you run things around here, huh?"

"Think?" you asked, giggling as Harry tossed you onto the bed, following closely behind. "Baby, I know."

You held him close as he peppered your neck and cheek with kisses, laughing a little as he nuzzled you relentlessly. Your clothes and Harry's were quick to come off, both of you eager to finish what was started in the car. At the last second, you paused, a small grin gracing your lips. "So, about those handcuffs?"

Harry's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Nodding, you said, "Gonna make me feel good?"

"The best," he promised, kissing you once before scrambling off the bed.

You got into position, readying yourself for Harry while he rooted through your shared closet for the handcuffs. When he came back, he smiled, the gaze that roved your body nearly as powerful as his touch. When he climbed back onto the bed, he kissed your forehead. "Good girl," he murmured.

You beamed as he clasped the handcuffs around your wrists. God, it was good to be in charge.

[just-jordie-things]

Jordie sometimes I think about Yuta dropping me off after our first date and then after saying bye and closing the door on him the doorbell would ring and as soon as it’s opened he steals a kiss help my brainrot

god LOVE bc he wants to be a gentleman and take it slow but...

as far as first dates go, it might not have been perfect, but neither of you would go home complaining. all night your heart was aflutter- from the way he opened every door for you, pulled your chair out for you, and made sure to walk on the outside of the sidewalk, you were swooning every time you turned your head.

you'd been crushing on yuuta for some time now, so this didn't come as a surprise to you. it seemed everything he did was charming or endearing. so when he got out of the car to walk you to your door, your heart rate only picked up knowing what would come next.

maybe it was just your crush taking over your brain, but you had a feeling he was a good kisser, and you really, really wanted to put the theory to the test.

"i had a really great time tonight," yuuta would say, and he'd mean every word. his smile would be bashful, his hands would be tucked in his pockets, and he would look radiant basked in the soft yellow of your porch light. "do you... think you'll let me take you out again?"

(you've already made plans for your second date after passing a cute cafe that just opened, but you think it's so cute that he asked you properly that you decide not to tease him for it)

((yet))

"i'd like that very much" you'd say, soft and sweet, your knees weakening by the second as you wait for some sort of signal. a flicker of his eyes to your lips, a lean, anything.

instead, he reaches out to squeeze your hand gently as he bids you goodnight. but just as you're about to get onto the tips of your toes, he's releasing your hand, and stepping off your porch.

for a minute, you stand there and stare at him dumbfounded as he walks back to his car. you don't know if you should feel disappointed or heart-warmed by the lack of kiss.

maybe he didn't kiss on first dates? maybe it wasn't personal? you'd made sure to pop a mint in your mouth after dinner after all- and it burned your tongue when you let it sit too long for nothing?

making your way inside, you tell yourself that there will be other chances- it's not like you absolutely had to have a kiss goodnight to mark the conclusion of a date- a really, really nice date.

but a kiss would've been nice.

you kick off your cute first-date shoes and drop your purse beside them as you move to shrug off your coat. you refuse to let disappointment cloud the rest of an otherwise lovely evening! but you can't help the slight sink of your heart every time you replay it all and come to the end.

on the fourth replay, you've hung up your coat and purse and are just about to tuck your shoes into the closet, when the ring of your doorbell startles you upright.

you answer the door almost embarrassingly fast- even though you were still standing there and there was no reason not to open it right away- but you're frozen still when you see yuuta there.

your surprise is quickly overridden by delight as you smile at him warmly, always so happy to see him, even if it has been five minutes.

was this puppy love? the honeymoon phase?

"yuuta," you greet him sweetly, tilting your head ever so slightly to display your surprise.

you don't have the opportunity to question him or invite him in or anything, because just as soon as his name falls from your lips, he's wrapping his hands around your waist and his lips are on hers and he's kissing her-

oh, he's kissing you.

the shock melts away into something more pleasant... something soft and warm and so consuming that you have to brace your hands against his collarbone to make sure you didn't get too dizzy.

it was the perfect first kiss, even with the delay. he kisses you the same way he compliments you, softly and surely, and yet again you find yourself swooning. yuuta was a charmer through and through.

it's not a long kiss by any means, but when you part, you have to gasp for air, eyes fluttering wide open with unadultered excitement, only to find yuuta already smiling down at you. his face is flushed, his tongue darts over his bottom lip to savor the hint cherry vanilla just a moment longer, and you almost dared to lean up and steal another kiss.

"couldn't leave without it, huh?" you can't help but tease this time.

yuuta chuckles, you had no idea.

"didn't even make it out of the driveway" ___

yuuta sitting in his car turning it on and off debating on if it was too forward to go up there and kiss you:

[planetpedri]

Sleeping at last — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: part two ! It’s been three months since you and Gavi had broken up. It’s been even longer since you’d had slept properly. Then, you receive a text from Aurora, informing you of Gavi’s injury, that he wanted to see you. And unfortunately you still loved and cared for him. When you arrived you’d expected it to be tense and awkward, but the way you both slipped back into your old ways… maybe everything would be okay.

Word count: 1.05k

Disclaimer/s: mentions of injury and pain. hurt/comfort ish sorr of idk

A/N: bye i HATED this but it’s alright. wtv. Hello my bonk btw

You’d just clocked out of work when your phone buzzed in your back pocket. Taking it out, your face contorts. What the hell? Opening the message you read it, your eyebrows furrowing in worry.

Aurora G: Pablo tore his ACL a few days ago, he’s been resting at home.. he keeps asking for you

Is there any chance you could come over? He’s getting on my nerves!!

Quickly typing out a response, you hesitate before clicking send. Only saying “I’m nearby. Be there in 15.” Hating the way even after he broke your heart, you still felt the need to be by his side.

You knew this was going to affect him not just physically, but mentally. And that thought was enough to influence how quickly you walked to your car.

Soon enough, you stood outside the door that lead to the place you never wanted to see again. The place that you’d gotten your heart shattered in.

Sucking in a long, calming breath of air, you knock twice. Repeating in your head that it would be alright. You could handle this… right?

The door swings open, a stressed out Aurora standing in the entry way. “Oh good! You’re here, okay. I have to go, thank you! Let me know before you leave!” She pauses, patting your shoulder, “I’ve missed you, good luck. He’s in the living room.”

Nodding your head, you bid the older sibling goodbye before you step inside. You make slow apprehensive steps toward where you knew he was. You pass by the kitchen, pain shooting straight to your heart as your eyes land on the familiar cedar table you’d sat at only months prior, having the worst conversation of your life.

Closing your eyes for a second, you let the pain wash from your face before you take the final steps into the living room.

You’re quiet as you round the couch, your gaze caught on the white wrap that surrounded his right knee and calf. Your lips tug into a noticeable frown before your eyes flutter up to that familiar face. One you once found comfort in.

“Hey, how’re you feeling?” You murmur, voice delicate, emanating every once of care Gavi knew he didn’t deserve.

Gavi frowns, watching as you shifting on your feet. You couldn’t figure out if you should sit or stand, you didn’t know what to do. In the home you’d lived in for two years, and it only took three months for you to feel like an outsider. Like you didn’t belong.

Shrugging, he pats the spot beside him. “Like shit.” He replies simply, quick to add, “about everything, by the way.”

Now you really didn’t want to sit. If you did there would certainly be no going back.

You feel the soft white cushion melt beneath you as you sit down, grabbing a pillow and holding it to your chest as you face him. “How long will you be out?”

Gavi hums, glancing down at his leg with an ache in his heart. “The rest of the season for sure.”

Internally wincing, you lick your lips. “That’s a long time. When do you start physio?”

For the better part of an hour, your conversation flows through many different topics. He tells you about funny moments with his friends and family, moments you’d missed. You tell him about your job, different things you’d done, how living with Audrey has been.

Everything about your conversations felt like the ones you two had shared before everything went down. There was no tension, not anger, not hurt, just friendly talk between past lovers and a bit of something else you couldn’t quite place.

It’s not until you check your phone, realizing it was nearing midnight that you let out a weary yawn. “I should head home.”

Gavi, without thinking, speaks. “You could stay the night?”

Yeah that isn’t going to work.

“Gav..” You send him a knowing look, “you know that’s not a good idea.” Despite every part of you that wanted to accept, to give in, you knew logically you shouldn’t. Not after the hurt he’d caused.

Frowning, Gavi tilts his head to the side. “You shouldn’t drive while you’re tired. Please, i’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Yeah, not with that leg.” You roll your eyes sarcastically, “i’ll take the couch.” Of course you gave in, you were that weak.

Gavi shakes his head, “no, you get back pains when you sleep anywhere that isn’t a bed.”

“You’re the one with a serious injury?”

“Okay and?”

“Why are you being difficult?” You groan.

Feigning offense, Gavi presses a hand to his heart. “Rude?”

You laugh, for the first time in so long. You laugh, and you’re laughing with him. With the man you’d swore on your heart you hated, which Audrey had already clocked as a lie. You could never hate him, no matter how hard you tried.

“Fine, bed it is.” You sigh, standing up and reaching out your hands to assist Gavi in standing up.

His hands connect with yours and you feel tingles run up your arms. After a struggling walk back to the bedroom you’d once shared, he points you to the extra toothbrushes and you silently do your nightly routine together, something that filled you with bitter nostalgia.

Soon enough, he gets himself comfortably into bed but you hesitate, glancing down at your clothes. No way you were sleeping in jeans.

“Pajamas are still in the same drawer.” Gavi yawns, motioning mindlessly toward the dresser on the other side of the room.

it only takes you five minutes to change, exiting the bathroom with tired eyes. You climb into bed stiffly tossing and turning as you try to get comfortable. Nothing works. Tension fills your body.

He was so close, yet so far.

A soft sigh escapes Gavi’s lips, his hand reaching out before tugging you to his side. And just like that, your tension resolves, your body relaxing into his warmth.

“We do have to talk about it eventually, y’know.” You mumble into his chest, your eyes fighting sleep so you could look up at him.

“Tomorrow.” He agrees, his head dipping down to place a soft kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight.”

“‘Night.”

And for the first time in months, you are peacfully sleeping at last.

(DTS) @halfwayhearted <3.

[astonmartingf]

BEST OF INTERVIEWS: KATARINA LOMBARDI (WILLIAMS MERCEDES)

LICENSE TO DRIVE ; f1 driver!oc x platonic! f1 grid

. . . best interview moments with katarina during her time in williams mercedes (2016)

"How are you feeling? The star of the Australian Grand Prix. Points on debut, with P5, what an impressive start!"

Katarina smiles feeling giddy, "I wasn't really expecting anything, we were just told to score points, I started at P16 and when my race engineers told me I was in P10 it was already a lot of places, I overtook a lot, and then my engineer kept saying P9, P7, and I was trying to keep the pace, keep the tyres from degrading. And defending the position, in the end I'm glad we picked up a few more points with P5 and P8."

"Are you hoping for the same results in the following races?"

Katarina smiles thinking to herself, "Hopefully, as long as we score points we'll have a chance. The grid is very competitive this year, so any chance to pick up points in a consistent manner is always valuable to the team."

. . . 🏁🍒🏎️

"Katarina, how do you feel your rookie season is going? Are you ready to beat the records?"

"Thank you, I'm feeling fine, ready to race, it's a lot of fun, definitely." Her optimistic statement causes Sebastian to laugh next to her.

"Only she would find this fun, don't worry in your second year, you'll feel it coming to you." Max added, leaving Katarina shocked.

"Why would you say that Maxpen? It was one season,  now you're acting like we aren't the same age. Is this the F1 effect?"

"Is it different from what you're used to?" Seb whispers from her right side.

"I mean, in comparison to Endurance Racing, it is a bit shorter, the stints. So maybe that's why I'm having fun. It's all new to me, and different from what I'm used to."

The other drivers in the conference nod their heads in understanding. "What do you think is easier? Formula One or Endurance Racing?"

This time Katarina paused and thought for a moment, "Wait... I don't think I'm qualified to compare both, I drove in a different class from the hypercars. I think part of the reason I'm enjoying it is because of the speed, I don't think it's the same as the Pro Class."

"Have you seen Mark? You race for the same team right?" Sebastian asks the younger female driver.

"I remember, it was amazing to witness that, seeing him win. I was so happy for the team." Katarina reminisces of her time in the WEC racing in the same team alongside Mark Webber.

"You're acting like you didn't win in your own class. You had an outstanding debut in WEC, I don't think she needs another outstanding debut in Formula One." Max teases Katarina from the other side of the panel.

"You should've joined me in Endurance Racing then." Katarina shrugs Max off, leaving the press and drivers laughing.

. . . 🏁🍒🏎️

"Katarina, congratulations on your first podium. After six races, you reached P3— how are you feeling?"

"I mean P3... I'm happy. I couldn't stop smiling, I think if we do things properly then things will get better." Katarina looks around smiling next to Lewis and Seb.

"It was close there— the race for the third."

Katarina nods her head in agreement, "Lewis and Seb were so fast, I don't think I could get P2, but I had to defend with Max, he was behind me and I kept checking my mirror to see him."

"I saw in the cooldown room, they were properly racing, Kat and Max— those were some good defenses." Seb adds, nodding his head towards Katarina.

"It feels like Formula 2 again, definitely happy I got the podium."

. . . 🏁🍒🏎️

"How does it feel to be racing in Formula One, here at Monza?" It was Katarina's first time racing back in her hometown since her F2 days.

"Frankly it still feels like home to me, this is my first time racing back and this is the region I grew up in. I'm excited to see how things go and hopefully we can score points and maybe get a podium, we'll see. Thank you." Katarina waves bye to the report before moving on to the next.

"Are you feeling the pressure here in Monza? Despite racing for the Finnish flag, this is your home race, how did that come to be?"

"I'm feeling excited, there's a lot of talk about me saying this is my home race. I still think it's only right for me to call this my home race, I do have a permanent address here, I grew up here— there's a lot of misconception about why I race for the Finnish flag despite my last name being Italian. I'm proud to be racing for the Finnish flag because of my mother who also was a racing driver, especially since I take my father's last name. At the end of the day I'm making my family proud whether I race for Finland or Italy so it doesn't matter too much what they think I should race for."

. . . 🏁🍒🏎️

"We heard that you're a big fan of Kimi Raikkonen, is that true Katarina?"

Katarina looks back and forth with the cameras in disbelief, "Where did you get that?"

One of the staff shows a video of Katarina as a child crying, wearing a Ferrari shirt with Kimi's name. Katarina laughs seeing herself, wondering where the staff found these.

"Who? Did my parents send this video? Oh nooo, I was so young. This is 2007 right?" Katarina smiles as she watches herself jumping down with tears falling down her eyes.

"I always watched Kimi when I was young, he was just like me, my mother knew him so when I was young I was just supporting who they liked. But when he moved to Ferrari I felt seen.  When he won, I cried and yes, that is true— if the mood was right I would cry again, but I won't do that here so I'll just shut up."

The staff laughs behind the camera, as Katarina reveals a snippet of her life. "It's cute though... I think Kimi will love hearing about this story. Does Kimi know about this?"

Katarina squirms in her seat, nose twitching in embarrassment— "I think my parents told Kimi immediately after it happened. I don't remember but they constantly teased me about it."

. . . 🏁🍒🏎️

"Despite not being able to finish the race, you managed P7 in the WDC. How are you feeling?"

The fireworks in Yas Marina Circuit were still ongoing, despite the race ending a few minutes ago. Most drivers are doing interviews or in their team garages celebrating. Katarina however, still stuck on interviews.

"The DNF is sad, but the team told me to stop if I can't keep going on, the conditions are absolutely hard, and for my first time here that was an expected outcome. For the P7... I didn't expect that. We were waiting for the race to finish to know where we stand, and after finding out we're completely happy. It's a good result, there are many competitive cars and finishing P7 and P8 is good."

"There are rumors of you moving teams next year, are you allowed to say anything? Or is the team keeping it up for wraps?"

Katarina smiles mischievously, giggling to herself, "I don't know... Maybe you'll find out during the break what happens then. Where am I driving? We'll find out, I mean I know... you don't know so."

"You're going to tease us then?" The interviewer presses, hoping for more answers but Katarina laughs in reply.

"It'll be out sooner than later, you'll know during the break."

"Okay, keeping a tight lip on the move. We'll look forward to where you'll be driving next year. Enjoy your break!"

Katarina smiles waving at the camera, "Bye, thank you so much! See you next season."

[nicohischierz]

aunt y/n: player!reader x lucas hughes au

taglist: @francesfarhadi @hzstry8 @cixrosie @heartz4hisch @ivy-34 your user isn’t written properly or if you want to be added please send me a message!!

lucas’s mum, andrea, was set to follow the isles and seeing as the devils were on the road as well, she had no one to leave her son with.

whilst quinn offered to fly and get him, you jumped at the chance to babysit.

as you were pregnant and weren’t able to travel, you assured andrea that lucas would be in safe hands. the young boy was awe-struck when he was dropped of in yours and nico’s apartment.

your boyfriend, had gone out with lucas and bought all the snacks he needed before heading off to the airport.

and now here you were, watching the isles play the stars.

“are you hungry?” you asked lucas.

the young boy shrugged. in the twenty-fours you spent with him, you realised that he wasn’t much of a talker. like his father.

you walked over to your kitchen and opened the refrigerator to see what there was. but you were unsatisfied with the options and decided to order some mcdonald’s instead.

upon seeing your screen, lucas moved closer to you and peered over your shoulder. when you noticed, you moved the screen slightly so he can see.

“can i have some chicken nuggets and an ice cream please?” he asked meekly.

you nodded and might’ve gone overboard on ordering things but you were in a good mood and didn’t mind.

when the food arrived, you got a call from quinn. you unknowingly auto filled his details in.

lucas answered your phone whilst you put all the food out in front of you.

“y/n. why did i just get charged $150 from mcdonald’s?” quinn asked slowly.

you paused after hearing his question and winced slightly. “daddy, aunt y/n and i are having a movie night. bye!”

lucas quickly cut the line on his father and smiled up at you.

that night, whilst you and lucas slowly feasted on the greasy mcdonald’s, you exposed quinn’s secrets to lucas causing the young boy to laugh at his dad.

“wait wait, are you saying that dad made a music video with uncle josh?” he asked. you nodded eagerly and pulled out the video quinn made for mock rock.

you then proceeded to tell him about jack’s lack of geographical sense as he questioned whether there was a city in new jersey.

“you know kiddo, from what your mum tells me, you are a lot like your dad,”

lucas beamed up at you.

“mama says you’re going to have a baby soon. are you excited?” he asked looking over at your bump.

you nodded and rubbed your stomach. “i think we’re having a little boy. i also think you and him would be good friends,”

“papa says you and him are really good friends. maybe your baby and i can be the same!” he exclaimed.

you smiled at the boy and brought him in for a hug.

the rest of the week, lucas introduced you to all his favourite things in hopes that you’d know what to do when your child came.

when nico opened the door to his apartment, he was welcomed to the sight of lucas lying on you with avengers playing in the background.

he couldn’t wait for this to be his life forever.

[camphorror]

ok so hello people of tumblr. who wants to know what happened since i last regularly posted here????

i became friends with this girl at work i was loooowkey crushing on, we became too close way too quickly. she confided in me a month and a half into out friendship how she had a crush on a***d which caused her a sexuality crisis bc she was convinced she was gay until then. i felt weird but loved her too much to let something silly like this ruin the friendship. he started hanging out with us, i felt real fucking baaaaaad. life situations led me into telling a***d i liked him for ages. he said we're too good friends to ruin it, we're beyond that point! if i had said something earlier then maybe! then i found out he liked her!!! but he decided because of me he would stop talking to her!! i was living thru insanity bc of it. then me and him spent a month and a half being friends but also more than friends? but also "it's just good friends it's nothing romantic bc i said i don't feel the same i don't wanna ruin it you're one of the utmost important people in my life up there with my childhood friends blahblah" and we cuddled and hugged every time we met, texted every day after work until late at night, went thru a kissing/making out one evening after drinking a lot of alcohol drama. he initiated all of this!!! always!! i was in this weird grey area and thought everything is Fine because i know it's not a good idea

then almost a month ago he decided to ask her out! he didn't tell me in advance (despite the fact i told him if you ever choose to act about your feelings just say so). she did not tell me about it despite me being transparent with her all along, and despite telling me she thinks friendship is more important than all of this. so this went on for a week and a half, without me being told, whilst i was feeling weird asf and convincing myself i'm going crazy because of my anxiety bc everything was Normal. and then i found out thursday march 28th (haha a month ago exactly.. what a coincidence) because we were together and he said he can't wait for a "right time" like she wanted to. all of life collapsed from the feeling of betrayal from and anger at both of them. first i hated her, now i realised i hate him because he was at fault for all this messed up shit and took zero responsibility the one time we talked. i gave 2 of them chances to talk as some closure and we haven't spoken since. i truly hate him and think he's a shit person.

took a whole week off work after that first happened. was depressed at home. one day i decided to dress nicely and go meet my friend who just came back from abroad at the city of christ..... told her everything. then she took me to see a cool hostel i'd like bc it's in an ancient building. guy who works there studied with us but i didn't remember him lol. we talked & had wine then i got tipsy i overshared everything. he was the most charming and cute person i met.... (& a proper proper leftist too). we spent 3 hours there with him despite my friend wanting to kill me bc that WASN'T the plan. he was overly friendly, had a very interesting vibe.. esp abt the situation... then he told me how he's going abroad the next day and perhaps is gonna break up with his ldr gf... we sat together whilst my friend was in another room/on the side on her phone (I APOLOGISED PROFOUNDLY) and he even showed me pics of him from the gym... my biggest regret is when we left, had food with my friend and just got on the bus, he texted me on ig that i should come back to say bye again.. i didnt... then he came back from abroad last week and sort of said if i got the time i should come visit.. so of ci did lol but the Vibe was gone (as like... he didnt break up with the gf and therefore there was no vibe & i was fine with it lol). he asked me if i want him to teach me how to fight and i said yeah so besides updating him again on my woes we also literally fought with each other which was fucking fun. like he was properly teaching me what to do in a fight. i'm still feeling sore (that was 2 days ago) he is so cool and i wanna be his friend now that i am not cr*shing on him...

besides that life is still grim and i am going back to work in a day and gonna have to see those 2 people who ruined my life again aaaaand i know my mental health will take a dive. what do you even do when this shit happens

[fancy-allude]

Lovestruck

Sakusa x Reader

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Sakusa was never one to be sentimental, he always faced life head on with rationality. He never did anything excessive nor unnecessary after all not much stuff interested him. Yet, strangely enough he finds himself visiting whenever he has time, if not everyday, hoping for a chance for just a glimpse of that person.

--- Flashback ---

He was waiting for his teammates for their so called meet up, staring outwardly at the grim sky calculating how it was a bad idea to stay there any longer. Just as he had thought, people were crowding in the café as the rain started to fall heavy on the ground. Luckily he was sitting in a far corner on a 2-seated table. He was starting to panic, feeling the germs in the air seeping through his space, head spinning and breaths shallow.

A young lady approaches him worried, it seemed to her that he couldn’t hear her and so she moved closer but he shrunk further in his space scared of her. Having noticed that her prescence may not have been needed, she stayed a fair distance away and tried to have her friend shoo people away in the area.

“Sorry, you just seem like you’re close to having a panic attack. I am by no means a psychologist nor a student in the profession but would you mind me helping you.”

Having noticed her standing a few distance and controlling the area so as not to get crowded, he nodded his head to at least acknowledge her efforts.

“Thank you, then can you please breathe with me slow and steady.”

He followed her rhythm and was able to calm down a bit albeit his state of mind wasn’t that stable yet for his rationality to kick in.

“Can you name 5 things you can see here?” She asked curtly, looking around to see he has enough vision to catch a glimpse of anything.

“A cup, a person, coffee beans, umbrellas, raindrops.” He says, averting his attention from the crowded lines up front.

“Now how about 4 things you can touch?”

His face scrunched having been annoyed at this person asking him another question.

“This table, the mug, this chair, the floor and that plant.” Gingerly pointing to a flower pot behind her. She giggled finding his reactions adorable in contradiction to his tone of voice.

“What about 3 things you can hear?”

His mind was starting clear, similar with the skies as the heavy rain has turned into a shower.

“Uhm, cameras clicking, people chatting and your voice.” His cheeks turning slightly red from embarrassment of having to talk about the person bothering him right now.

“2 things you can smell.” She said, proud of herself for having helped someone once more.

“Vanilla and expresso.” He says as his vision starts to focus along with his headache going away.

“Lastly, 1 thing you can taste.” She says with a soft smile on her face.

“Caramel.” He whispers softly as his body stops shaking, people have already started moving about their day as if the storm never happened.

“Good job, how are you feeling?” She questions as she checks for any signs of him going into a panic once more.

“I’m good, thanks.” Looking away, not having the courage to face her after seeing him in that state.

“That’s good to hear. By the way---“

“Sorry to interrupt but we really should get going unless you want us to be late.” Her friend comes back with a coffee in hand.

“Ah, oh yeah I forgot it’s that professor.” She says abruptly standing straight and ready to run out.

“Oh uhm, thank you for trusting me and I hope you get better soon. Bye.” They rush out to the opposite of the street as they disappear into the alleys.

His eyes wondering how lucky he was that someone was kind enough to notice him.

“Pak.”

He slaps himself on the face for that though ‘what the hell is wrong with me today.’ But as he was about to leave the place for good, he couldn’t help but think that that girl was quite cute

-------- End of Flashback -----------

After that encounter he kept coming back to that café hoping to maybe thank that stranger properly one day. But as the days passed and seasons changed he found himself hooked on a person he doesn’t even know anything about. He wasn’t sure if it was fascination or love at first sight, so he kept on waiting hoping to get an answer once he sees that person.

“Ding, ding.”

His focus was broken at the loud entrance of some college kids. He packed up his stuff and was about to leave when he heard a familiar voice in the crowd.

[come-along-pond]

notes: My second box for the @occreatorexchange prompt bingo. This is my first full published smut so uh, please be kind. We can thank @curious-kittens-ocs, @astarionbae and @endless-oc-creations for dealing with my complaining and begging for peer review.

warnings: NSFW. Swearing, kissing, fingering, p in v, no protection, kitchen sex, titty sucking, edging, scratching and leaving marks. Bruce says 'good girl' because I'm a slut. IF YOU HATE THE WORD TITS DON’T READ.

Isabella Wayne (OC) x Bruce Wayne: MaleDom

AO3 VERSION

“Harls I love you, I do, but I can not listen to the same story for the fifth time,” Isabella Wayne is standing outside her apartment, keys in one hand, her mobile in the other, pressed to her ear. Harley had been talking her ear off nonstop ever since she’d left the Grocery Store - ‘Gotham’s a scary place Izzie, you gotta stay safe’, she didn’t realise the irony in that.

Bella pushes open her door, not expecting to see the lights already on, she has a moment of panic before she sees a familiar silhouette leaning on her kitchen counter. 

She doesn’t acknowledge him, merely continuing to listen to the woman on the other side of the phone, and placing her shopping bag on the kitchen island, she starts to unpack and places two wine bottles down, the figure picks one up and inspects it, almost disgusted by the cheap alcohol.

“As entertaining as you are darling, I’m going to go drown myself in the bath with a bottle of wine,”

“You’re so rich,” she can feel Harley’s eye roll. 

“Bye,” Isabella sings her farewells and hangs up, placing her phone on the counter, “I thought you of all people would be against breaking and entering,”

“I didn’t break anything, just entered,” Isabella’s husband shrugs “Who was that,” he gestures to her phone

“Oh don’t be jealous Brucie, she’s just a friend,” Bella winks and Bruce sighs

“Isabella-“

“You keep enough tabs on me Bruce, you could find out very easily,” she grumbles, opening the fridge to put away her small carton of milk.

“I thought maybe I’d give you a chance to be honest for once,” that stung, he knew it did and Bella turns away from him.

“Am I not allowed friends? Am I supposed to be imprisoned in my apartment, only seeing you and business associates, you don’t even look at me properly anymore,”

“I do,” he says firmly, but there’s something underlying like it’s something to be ashamed of “I’m sorry…” This happened a lot, he’d come over, and they’d bite at each other until someone cracked Bella sighs and joins him by the counter, crossing her arms and mirroring his position.

A moment passes, then another.

“It was Harley,”

“I know,” of course he did

“Why are you here Bruce?” Isabella asks, she looks up at the taller man, his jaw was as sharp as ever, but his stubble had grown past his old limit. 

It takes him a minute to respond, battling with his thoughts, he tries to remember Isabella before Belle Reve, her kind eyes and calm demeanour, they were honest with each other then, or so he thought.

“I missed you,” he admits, placing his palms behind him.

“Me too,” she says quietly, looking right up at him, she places her hand on top of his and finally he turns to look at her, to properly look at her.

He isn’t sure how to feel about what he finds: she was still her with long blonde hair and determined brown eyes. She was still her.

He thinks maybe his life would be easier if she wasn’t. 

“I still love you,”

“I know, me too,” with her response, Bruce cups his wife’s cheeks and pulls her in for a kiss. She responds instantly, moaning when he spins her around and pushes her against the kitchen island, his hands slip down her back and into her jeans, grabbing at the flesh of her ass while she grabs his arms for support.

“Bedroom?” she asks breathlessly, god he’d barely touched her and she needed him, in her defence, it’d been over a year since they’d been together.

Bruce pulls back, and looks her in the eyes “Are you sure?” she nods “Words sweetheart,”

“Fuck. Yes, yes I want this,” she breaths out and Bruce smirks, hoisting her up onto the counter, she grins into his neck, peppering kisses down it, she kicks off her heels and nudges his leg “Shoes, Bruce,” he reluctantly sighs, but pauses to slip out of them “You’re not running my flooring,” she says casually while slipping off her shirt.

“You’re so dramatic,” he kisses her again, nibbling at her lip while his large hands grope at her tits through her bra, As Isabella moans, her own hands run down to unbutton her jeans, but he stops her, grabbing her hands tightly “My job,” Bella grins and removes her hands, placing them on the counter behind her

“Want me to lay back as well?” she teases, but Bruce merely pushes her down, causing her to laugh he unzips her trousers and gently instructs her to lift herself up so he can shimmy them down, she complies and hears the gentle thud of the denim on the ground.

She was exposed now, her dark blue underwear on show for him to see, and his hands run down her thighs “Is this the set I bought you?” When Isabella goes to remind him that there was a point in her life where she exclusively wore underwear from him, she feels him swipe between her folds, collecting what had leaked through already, she thanks god he doesn't comment on how quickly he got her worked up. It takes him a while to move up her legs, massaging her ankles, and bringing his lips to her knees, slowly kissing up her thigh.

“Bruce..” she moans out

“Mhm?” he continues his actions, leaving a light hickey on her thigh

“Touch something…please,” she’s breathless, feeling her slick pool in her underwear

“I’ve got to warm you up darling,” he squeezes her thighs, one hand reaches up to her bra and slips under it, squeezing her right boob, causing her to sigh in relief, the other hand easily slips off her underwear, leaving her almost fully exposed. He gently cups her whilst his right thumb flicks at her breast, Bella gasps sharply, but it quickly turns into a moan when he starts to slowly circle her clit.

“Bruce please,” she groans, she felt like she was on fire, her slick was starting to get uncomfortable, and she just needed something, some friction. Thankfully, Bruce listens to her, and his middle finger slips inside her, slowly moving in and out.

“God you’re still so tight,” he picks up the pace, and Isabella arches her back

“More,” she moans out

“Have you forgotten who’s in charge here?” he says sharply, pulling his finger out, leaving her empty again, Bella wants to kick him, but she sits up, his hands both on her thighs.

“Please,” she adds, he smirks, and soon she’s back lying on the table, two fingers now inside her, slowly speeding up.

“Good girl,” he praises, and she lets out a damn near pornographic moan “Gonna take me so well later,” she starts to babble, mixing his name in with’ pleases’ while his thumb continues to circle her sensitive nub.

“Fuck..Fuck, fuck!” She’s close, she moans loudly, arching her back, her core tightens and she wants to both squirm away from Bruce and force him to go faster, leaving her a screaming mess. She feels it near and then…

Nothing.

He’d pulled his fingers out and left her just on the edge of her release. 

“Oh you ass,” she sighs, breathing heavily, Bruce grabs her calves roughly, pulling her down the island before leaning over her so they’re face to face.

“What was that?” he asks, hiding a smirk

“Asshole,” she says boldly and he lets out a breathy laugh, his hand finding her core again, fingers filling her suddenly. 

“Fuck!” he doesn’t give her time to warm up this time, moving in and out with two fingers and with such a speed Bella can hardly compute it, all she can do is swear loudly. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, putting them above her head whilst her legs pull Bruce closer as she nears her end again “I’m close…don’t, don’t you dare-” she’s so nearly there, her heels digging into Bruce’s back, she can see his hard-on but knows he has the self-control not to take her right there, god she hated that right now.

Again, his hands leave her just as she nearly falls over the edge, tears are forming now, but god she loved it, he knew she did. 

Isabella doesn’t say anything, only putting her hand down, gesturing for Bruce to hold it, he does and she squeezes it tightly “You okay?” he asks, and she just lets out a breathy giggle.

“If you let me cum I’ll be much better,” 

He tuts softly “C’mon, sit up,” she does as she’s told and he scoops her up in his arms, she screeches and grabs on behind his neck, giggling as he carries her to the bedroom. 

The apartment had been nearly abandoned since Isabella had moved in with Bruce all those years ago, it was used as an office for her, somewhere to go when the Cabin was too far away, and she needed a break from work. Now, it’s become her permanent residence again, she’d been picked up from Bella Reve in a simple Range Rover and driven here, not to her home with Bruce, to a dusty apartment with no one to speak to. 

Slowly, Bella had started to redecorate, and the bedroom hadn’t been touched yet, with cream walls and a collection of musky-smelling candles on her dresser. 

Bruce lays his wife down on her bed, hovering over her to press soft kisses to her lips, he was gentler now, and Bella couldn’t help but wonder if the guilt of leaving her had kicked in, she really wasn’t good at not being sad these days, and that still applied during sex apparently.

She runs her fingers through his hair and he starts to kiss down her jaw, he bites at her neck and she moans, scratching at his scalp. That got his attention and he pulled back, lifting his tight black t-shirt over his head, revealing his abs.

Isabella shamelessly checks him out, biting her lip and grinning, she sits up and grabs the back of his head, connecting their lips suddenly and pulling him back down with her, her hands roaming over his chest, this makes him moan and she smiles into the kiss, her hands reaching his belt and undoing it. He lets her do it, his own hands moving to her back, unhooking her bra, his lips unlock with hers and starts to suck at her left boob, whilst his right hand fondles the other one, his left-hand sneaks down to her opening, collecting the slick once again. He inserts his fingers for the fourth time, this time moving slowly to match his pace on her tits.

It doesn’t take long to get Bella to the edge again, he’d worked her up so much - denying her an orgasm twice, and looking far too hot while doing it. She tries not to show that she’s about to cum this time, but her moans become more high pitched and her grip on his hair tightens. Bruce slithers up her next, whispering in her ear

“Come on baby, let go,” that does it, her walls clench around his fingers and she pulls at his hair.

“Bruce..oh fuck!” she screams and her juices flood the bed, god it felt so good, he continues through it letting her ride her high.

Slowly, he removes himself from her and she complains at the lack of closeness, he kisses her softly before standing up and slipping off his slacks, then his boxers, Isabella watches his dick spring up, pre cum smeared over the tip, and she moans at the sight of it. It was as mouth-watering as she remembered, with a thick girth and decent length, her core clenches just at the sight of it. Bruce gets back on the bed, he kisses her again, and she chases his lips.

“You ready?” he checks and she nods “Wo-”

“Yes,” she doesn’t need him to finish the sentence “Fuck, please,” he smirks and pumps himself slowly, groaning at the feeling of his own hand, oh how he often imagined her manicured fingers around him instead of his own, how he remembered the tightening of her cunt around him. 

Bruce slowly lowers himself down and inserts himself into Bella, she gasps ever so slightly, letting out a shaky hum and Bruce joins her.

“Taking me so well, fuck,” he bottoms out after the slow process, Bella lets him stay there for a moment as both of them relish in the tight stretch of her “Missed you,” he whispers into her ear and she shivers “so much, god,” his hips buck involuntarily and she gasps.

“You can move,” she greenlights and he pulls back before sharply re-entering, both gasp and slowly he picks up his pace, the bed shakes as he grunts

“Fuck…So perfect,” 

Isabella grabs onto his biceps, her nails digging into the skin, the pain edges him on and Bruce keeps up the rough pace, his own grunts of pleasure mixing with Bella’s moans “Faster. Oh fuck, shit,” she feels the rope tighten in her stomach again, and she screams out “I’m close!”

“Just a little bit longer, come on, you can take it,” Bruce watches her tits jiggle with each of his thrusts “Come on,”

“I can’t-” she scratches down his arms “Gotta cum,” the pressure is too much, he’s so big, she’s so full “Please Bruce, let me - please, oh shit,”

“Let go, darling, come on,” with that, the dam breaks, and again, Bella moans loudly, arching her back, her hips jerk with the sensation and Bruce continues his thrusting, he tucks her hair behind her ear, kissing her as his own pleasure builds, her walls trying to milk him dry “Can I- shit,” he groans and Bella recognises the signs, her fingernails scratch at his scalp

“You can cum inside,” she explains and that's what makes him let go, his cum coating her walls. He rides out his own release and Bella continues to moan. Finally, he collapses on her, the heavyweight comforting.

Both lay there breathless for a few minutes, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions they’d both felt. Bella feels her eyes slip shut, and Bruce slowly stands up, his cock exiting her, she groans at the emptiness, and crosses her legs.

Bruce stands up and starts to walk away from the bed, Isabella looks up, just seeing his backside as he puts on his boxers.

“Don’t leave,” she says panicked, tears in her eyes, he looks almost offended but remembers the post bliss, vulnerable state she’s in and leans down to kiss her temple.

“I’m just getting a cloth sweetheart,” he reassures, and when he returns from the en-suite, he cleans her up, ending the night with her in his arms.

[exrankluck]

Dear Vocalist Wired Momochi Translation – 夢幻泡影 [track three]

disclaimer: this is 90% AI-generated transcription and translation, some things might be inaccurate or awkward.

カレはヴォーカリスト CD「ディア ヴォーカリスト Wired」 エントリーNo.5 MOMOCHI(モモチ)

cv. Toshiyuki Toyonaga 利行 豊永

Hello?

You're late.

You barely made it in time before the third ring.

Can you come out faster?

I'm busy, you know.

…So?

You're at my place now, right?

Then come right away.

Okay -

Huh?

“You're not at the bar?”

It's the office. The office.

What? Is it bad that I'm at the office?

Then come here right now. Oh, and don’t actually come into the office.

Isn't it obvious? There are still some people here, and it would be troublesome if we run into unnecessary people.

When you arrive, just wait outside the main entrance until I come to get you.

Make sure you hide properly so that no one sees you.

Got it?

Hm, see you then~

[01:30]

I'm really sorry. Even if I was fighting with my girlfriend, I shouldn't have taken it out on everyone.

You guys are good, it’s me who…

Mm, you’re right. We have a new song and a Fes coming up, so let's work hard together again!

That's right~ Let's do it! The usual, everyone together.

Yosh, let's go! Veronica, hey! Hey! Oh! Hehe.

Ah, it's already late, so everyone be careful. Bye-bye!

[02:26]

Hm? Wow… you were really waiting and hiding properly, huh? That's impressive~ For you, at least.

It’s cold... What's up with today? It seems like it might snow, even though it's still this time of year.

Hehe, are you shivering? Well, I guess so. You've been standing here waiting for a long time~

…Hm?

Ah, are you talking about the members?

If you were listening, you should already know, right?

There’s no helping it.

This time, I worked with them.

It's not like I'm trying to make up with them or anything?

I just decided to give them one more chance.

It seems they finally realized they need my singing. Since they figured it out on their own, maybe they're a little better than the previous Veronica members?

So, for now, I'll perform with them until the Fes. Oh, of course, what happens after that is up to them.

Those guys will just end up abandoning me anyway.

It's not like I'll be troubled, and in fact, without getting annoyed by unnecessary things,

a lot of things will be much easier for me than they are now, right?

Ah.

You're the same.

Why are you surprised?

It's obvious.

After causing me so much trouble, did you really think you wouldn't be abandoned?

That’s impossible.

If I seriously thought I didn't need you, I'd drop you in a second.

But even if I did that, I wouldn't change.

I would just go back to who I was before meeting you, doing whatever I wanted on my own.

The only person I believe in is myself.

Hehehe.

Is that a shock to you? You're making a terrible face.

If you don't want to be abandoned, don't ever go against me again.

Just do your best to keep me happy.

If I tell you not to leave the house, you can’t leave no matter what happens. If I tell you to wait outside, you have to wait, even if it's freezing cold or snowing, for as many days as I ask you to.

If I tell you to buy something, you have to get it for me right away. But don't bring anything that I didn't ask for, it's annoying.

Because it's a bother.

If I tell you to come right away, you need to come right away.

It doesn't matter if you're far away or taking a bath, or even if I'm in the middle of a live. If I say "right now," it means right now.

Also, I think you already know this, but if you look at anyone other than me, I won’t forgive you. Actually, just don't look at anyone at all.

You love me, don't you?

If that's the case, then you can do it, right?

What's your answer?

Hm?

If so...

For now, I'll stay with you.

[06:29]

Wow, you're so cold. How long have you been out here?

And why did you come out dressed so lightly?

It's obvious that you'll be cold like this.

Hmm, you rushed to come here.

I said I'd come out soon.

Hehe, but I ended up making you wait. I'm such a bad person.

But I don't dislike you being such a good girl.

Actually, I think I don't mind doing this for you at all.

I love you. *kiss*

[07:19]

Aren't you cold?

Then just stay still. *kiss*

I told you to stay still for a moment.

It's okay. Nobody is around anymore anyway.

I checked before coming out.

I said I'll make you feel hot. Can't you be happier about it?

Instead of apologizing, why don't you do it right from the beginning? How many times do I have to say the same thing?

You're actually happy, aren't you?

Hehe, that’s right. If you obediently listen to me like that, I'll be kind to you. *kiss*

Even in this cold weather, I'll take care of you.

It's up to you to whether I’ll keep loving you from now on.

I really love you.

For now, at least.

Don't be shy, get closer to me. We won't warm up at all like this.

Yeah, put your arms around me.

That's it, that feels good, hehe~

Be more desperate and desire me, otherwise, I can't get into it.

I can't get completely immersed in it unless you do.

After all, I want to have a dream that I won't wake up from until I die.

You too, right?

Both you and I.

*kiss*

夢幻泡影 (mugen houyou): “a fleeting or illusory dream or vision."

[shinetogether17]

Just one chance (Part-3)

Pairings: Hong Jisoo × Kim Y/N

Genres : Angst, Fluff and maybe some slight smut.Batchmate to Lovers story

'Joshua, haven't you sleep in the night? You have been yawning several times during the time of breakfast?' His mom asked

'Mom,I have slept in the night.But I don't know that why I am yawning?' He has lied

'Actually,mom he has not slept in the night.He is chatting with our new....Ouch !!!!' Joshua's little brother Hong Joochan has said .But he can't say properly as Joshua has stomped on his foot

'Hmm? What happened ? Is he chatting with Y/N ?'

'No,Mom.He is joking.'

'Hmm...Ok,so, you both complete your breakfast.I am going to the Shopping Mall.Joochan,come with me to help me in the shopping.OK?'

'Mom,why me?Take Joshua Hyung na.His marriage shopping will you do.So,why me?'

'Coz you are little bro of him.'

'Aishh !!!!'

Joochan has seen Joshua is playfully smirking.

When their Mom has gone to the kitchen

'Hey !!! What are you chatting with Y/N?'

'It's none of your business my little bro.' Joshua has playfully twisted Joochan's one of his ear lobe

'Ouch !!!! Ouch !!! Ouch !!!! Hyung,leave me.Leave me.I am sorry !!!! I will not say to anyone.'

'Ok.Then.' Joshua then,left his ear lobe.'Today, I have caught red-handed by the Mom for you only.'

'Well,I am genius tho.And I am yours little Bro.So, I can tease you anytime.'

'Hmm....Ok.Then,I will tell that you are in relationship with Yeonhee for 3 years.'

'Hey !!! Hey !!! Don't!!!'

'That's my good boy'

'Hyung, when will you confess your feelings to Y/N? Before or after marriage'

'I don't know.Most probably after marriage or not'

'Hyung,you have to tell her.I know that how much you love her? And to save Y/N from the tactics of the College students,you haven't told your feelings to her.You and Y/N have undergone through so,many sacrifices and heartbreaks.And then,God has given you one chance.'

'Yes, Joochan.I promise you that I will confess my feelings to her'

'I know,Hyung.You can do'

'Joochan,I am late.So, I am going to the University.Ok ? Bye bye.And take care of Mom.'

'Yes.Hyung.Take care.'

Joshua is the professor of the Political science of the Hong University.

'Good morning,Y/N!!!' Yuqi said by greeting her

'Good morning,Yuqi!!!'

'Today,you are looking so happy.What's the reason?'

'It's nothing like that'

'OMO !!!! You are blushing.It is something special.Right?'

'Yes.Very special.Yesterday's night,I am chatting with my fiancee.And we have talked such a long time that when the time has passed by.'

'OMO !!! It is so romantic.And wait !!! When have you both sleep.'

'At 5 pm.That time, I become so tensed but he assured me to sleep.So, I go to sleep.'

'Woahhh !!!! Aren't you feeling sleepy?'

'Till now,No.'

'He is such a cool-headed and gentleman.Y/N, you are really so lucky to getting such a nice husband.'

'Thank you,Yuqi.Btw Yuqi give me those files.You are holding those files for such a long time.'

'Aishhhh !!!! See see.I have been talking with you for such a long time that I have forgotten to give you those files.'

'It's ok, Yuqi.No problem.'

[Y/N's POV]

Yuqi is my secretary and I am the director.Yuqi has joined the Kim Company for about 3 years ago.And from then,she has become my secretary and then,we both have become the close friends.

[During the lunch break]

[Y/N's POV]

'Shall I call him? I think that in their University, lunch break is going on.I think that I share try once.'

She has called him.The phone is ringing and then, Joshua has picked up the phone.

'Hello !!! Y/N.'

His voice is so deep that Y/N's spine has become chilled

'Y/N !!!'

'Hello !!! Joshua.'

'Y/N, again you are dozing off'

'Umm.... Sorry!!! Actually, your voice is so deep when you picked up the phone.That time,my spine has become chilled.So, that's why, I dozed off.'

'Oh.This is the reason.' He is giggling

'Hey !!! Don't laugh.'

'I am so sorry!!! Why have you called me? Any problem?'

'No no.There is no problem.But I am asking that have you sleep nicely on today's morning.'

'Hmm....Yes.' He has lied.'And what about you?'

'Mr. Hong Jisoo,you have not slept nicely.Don't lie to me.Coz yours voice is deep.That's why.'

'Aishhh....!!!! You have caught me !!!! Oh my heart!!!!'

'Joshua,I am sorry!!! For me, you can't sleep nicely.'

'No,Y/N.It's not your fault.Coz I am also chatting with you.So,it is the fault of both of us.'

'Hmm....Yes.'

'And have you sleep nicely?'

'Yes.I have.Coz that you have eased my tension.So, I can sleep nicely.Thank you so much.'

'Anytime.And lunch break is going on right?'

'Yes.And yours also?'

'Hmm...Yes'

'Ok.I am cutting the call.Have your lunch? Ok ?'

'Ok.Can I call you at night?'

'No.Today,no night calls.You have to sleep nicely.Ok?

'OK,Mam !!!'

Then,she cut the phone.

[Joshua's POV]

'She haven't changed a bit throughout the years'.

[Continue]

[dreadark]

25 and 30!

25 - fav welfare

i feel like saying kroos is cheating since i liked kroos 3* too.. .but ig she's also free? So??

other than that i like absinthe she's just tragic in a way that just...gets me. like she's alone and even here she's still 'alone' because she's not part of the group she's just eternally on the fringes of things and

uhh i also like tequila because he has problems. and honeyberry's backstory is actually pretty touching also she's a literal therapist which...arknights sure needs that lol...and...

WAIT. HIGHMORE. Im already cheating so much but scratch that (ignoring kroos) it's definitely highmore she has so many problems and issues

without getting too much into it just look at the description of her boss battle like '...the mass of prayers clogged her throat, and she could no longer make a sound' her hatred of everyone around her that she prays to escape humanity but she also hates herself so she can't do it properly. i want to write fic, bye,,

30- favorite skin

ouh this is hard... I'll go with gravel's partly because i was waiting for it for so long then it dropped and it's Perfect

idk gravel always felt like someone who'd enjoy dressing up but didn't have much chance to? So it's like this is her finally getting that chance... (i vaguely remember she had a line about this but dont remember where maybe it's in my head idk)

and she just looks so good? like it's #fashion okay idk about fashion but it's neat stylish fits her and she still has that "knightly" cape too it's just everything 2 me thanks

[brozonesbackk]

Hi Huskies! I just wanna thank you for love and support you have been showing me. It means a lot. I even think now when I draw, it's going to be fun to show this to Huskies when I post it.

Did I tell you already that I've done 3 pretty good sketches of Charlie? I got stuff now so I can colour, shade and line them properly. I'm counting on ruining at least 2 when I finish them, that's why I've done 3 sketches.

Next week I'm going to do a little make out scene with "Chaggie". I'm going to send you an early stage sketch then, because I'm going to try a pretty hard pose with them half lying on the floor, it's going to be some foreshortenings and stuff that I usually try to avoid, because I don't want to give anybody the chance to say I've borrowed their pose, because I'm really feeling this drawing already. Although it still only exist in my mind.

I also have a bunch of good character sheets ready for my secret manga comic. I plan to have like 3 pages ready when I'm finished with going through my favorite Hazbincharacters.

If I want the pages to be like A4 when I post, what would be the correct size of page to draw it on first? Or maybe I should plan for it to be in the most common manga size when it's being read and use like A4 to draw it on? Like 5-6 frames on each page? Well that's still a bit in the future before I need to make a decision about that.

I wonder if anybody got that my way of drawing in 30min-1hour spurts is my way of handling adhd and still be real focused when I do something? I don't have more than maximum one hour of full concentration in me. I could take meds but then I get problems with my appetite, and my gym training is really important to me and if I can't eat properly the gym training doesn't really function for me.

That was my ramblings for today. I'll write again when I'm posting, so you don't miss it.

Bye for now!

I'm so excited!

I'll reblog this with my thoughts later; I'm working right now.

[fluffmonger]

Molly Stans, who haven't had new content or hints of new content about a beloved figure for two years, loving other characters and staying in their space: oh wow!! Is is this it? Is this a connection! Holy crap time to get excited!

Everyone else: ugh why don't you just shut up? Why do you hate cad and everyone else so much? What bad form you have, just give up already! Our faves are better anyways and need more love!

[forever-rogue]

Hiiii could I possibly get an Eddie fic where you're friends with him and the guys (hellfire) and you're like totally into Eddie and vise versa. You're part of the hellfire club and Dustin keeps trying to get you two together but you're soo dense because "Why would someone as gorgeous and sweet as Eddie like ME" but he does. Wholesome TM with a heaping helping of fluff and confessions please and thank you 😁

AN | This absolutely got away from me, but I love it. This could be called in which Eddie drives you crazy. Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“You’re staring again,” you turned to find Dustin, Lucas, and Mike watching you with amused expressions. You blinked a few times, cursing yourself for being so obvious but trying to put on an innocent smile  

“Staring at what?” you almost squeaked with each word, your voice going higher and higher in a very pathetic attempt at playing it cool. The boys exchanged looks with each other and you grew worried. They knew. Fuck, how could they know? They weren’t supposed to know. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so obvious.

“Eddie,” Dustin stated as your entire face flushed with warmth. You stammered nervously a few times, opening and closing your mouth a few times, “you’re not very subtle you know.”

“I don’t know what you’re…talking about…”

“Come on,” Dustin gently patted your shoulder, “we all know you like him. It’s kind of gross actually the way you look at him. It’s like…all heart eyes.”

“I do not look at him that way!” you hissed, hoping that he didn’t suddenly come over, “I do not like him that way, Henderson. All three of you need to get that through your thick, stubborn little skulls!”

“Just what do they need to get through their thick, stubborn little skulls?” of course. Impeccable timing was apparently one of the many wonderful qualities Eddie Munson possessed. You squeezed your eyes shut before mouthing a silent threat at the boys before turning around to face Eddie. Even though you had seen him a hundred million times by now, he still managed to take your breath away. His smile was lovely, dimpled, toothy, and magical. He reached up and flicked a piece of leaf out of your hair, “everything alright, sweet cheeks?”

“Yes! I mean y-yeah. No..no yeah, it’s all good. Everything’s fine…” your brain was screaming at your mouth to stop, the two of them completely out of sync. You sighed lightly before shrugging your shoulders, ”fine?”

“Okay…so everything is not fine,” he tried to keep a straight face, but you could see his shoulders shaking in silent laughter. You cast a glare back at the younger boys before trying to make the situation less awkward and suspicious. If that was even possible, “what’s up with you today?”

“Nothing,” you swallowed nervously as he leaned in slightly and you were immediately overwhelmed with the smell of his skin and cologne. You spotted Robin in the parking lot, getting ready to climb into Steve’s car. Your brain was not functioning properly so you did the only thing you could think of, “there’s Harrington! Umm, he was picking me up with Robin, so I better go! Bye boys, bye Eds!”

You swiped your backpack off the table and almost ran across the yard to the parking lot without giving any of them a chance to say get a word in. Eddie watched until you’d made it to Steve’s car before turning back to the boys. He laughed lightly before pointing over his shoulder, “well that’s a sudden turn of events. I was supposed to give her a ride home today. What did you guys do to her?”

“I don’t think it’s anything we did,” Mike snickered under his breath as Dustin elbowed him to keep quiet. Eddie, now thoroughly confused, looked between them. Something was definitely going on. Something that apparently everyone else knew but him.

“Alright, what’s going on with all of you?”

“When’s the last time you were on a date?” Dustin had a plan to get you to confess your feelings for Eddie or vice versa but that plan hadn’t fully come to fruition. Instead it was more of a half baked brownie of an idea. Eddie’s eyebrows raised in amusement as a tinge of pink rose up in Dustin’s cheeks.

“Why? Are you interested, Henderson?” Eddie winked as Lucas and Mike snorted in amusement and Dustin groaned, “I think I’m a little old for you. Plus you know, you’re like the little brother I never had.”

“Not me!” he threw up his hands in exasperation, “with a woman!”

“Or a man,” he reminded him pointedly, “but to answer your question - and thank you for your sudden interest in my love life - it has been a while.”

“You should go on one.”

“I…you realize that would require me to be interested in someone and them to be into me, right? Like as much as people think I would hold someone hostage, I wouldn’t actually do that,” he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest. He was dying to see where this was going, “so…I can’t really do that at the moment.”

“Oh come on,” Dustin reached up and pushed his shoulder, “there’s gotta be someone you like…someone you can think of…someone close to us maybe…?”

And just like that it all clicked. Eddie brushed a hand through his mess of waves before sitting on the table and looking at his young proteges in amusement. He said your name, watching the excitement and nervousness flicker across their faces, “is that what you’re trying to get at? You want me to ask her out?”

“Her?” Dustin was never going to be an actor, that was for sure. He was about as subtle as a big red flag, “oh, I don’t know. Do you think she’s even into you? Or…are you into her? Just you know…curious.”

“Okay, so one - you’re never going to make it in Hollywood,” he grinned at them nonetheless, “and two - what do you think?”

“Yes?” they all chorused and Eddie held up his hands in a small of a ta-da motion. Dustin’s face practically lit up with excitement as he exchanged a look with his friends. It was on, it was so on.

“You’re just as smart as they always say,” he reached over and ruffled his curls affectionately, “and just to be clear, I have thought about that before.”

“But you haven’t asked her…”

“Nope.”

“Are you going to?”

“Oh yeah,” he promised confidentially, “you know, once she realizes her feelings are not one sided. I can’t wait for that moment.”

“Oh. Oh,” Mike piped up, “so you know she likes you? But you haven’t said anything?”

“Sometimes, it’s all about the timing and the…build up, boys,” he had a smug little grin on his face, “I want to hear it from her. I don’t want to make her feel obligated or uncomfortable. But, I like teasing her too.”

“Eddie-”

“Take notes,” he winked as he slid off the table, grabbing his little metal lunchbox, “I’d love to say and chat, but duty calls. Hellfire - tomorrow night. Be there or be square.”

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“You gonna tell us what’s going on?” you groaned as you buried your face into the magazine you were reading, trying to ignore both Steve and Robin’s burning questions. They’d had to go to work, but since you’d imposed yourself on them, you had to sit through their shift. It could have been worse. Steve’s fingers appeared at the top of your magazine before he pushed it down so he could see your face, “you’ve been silent since you practically jumped into the car. ‘Drive, Stevie, Drive!’ I know you’re dramatic, but even you aren’t normally so-”

“Weird,” Robin finished for him as he nodded fervently. She threw a handful of candy into her mouth, leaning against the counter nonchalantly, “it’s because she was trying to get away from Munson.”

“Robin!”

“Wait,” Steve grew confused as he looked between the two of you, “I thought we were friends with Eddie? Why were you running away from him?”

“Fine! You’re both nosey nellies,” you huffed as you threw the magazine down, “I was trying to get away from Eddie because Dustin was about to rat me out to me! He was just about to tell Eddie-”

“Just about to tell Eddie what?” you were not going to get a moment of peace today. You knew that much. Eddie Munson strolled into Family Video, a little smile on his face as he walked over to the three of you, “hey, sweet cheeks, did you forget I was giving you a ride home today?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. In your haste to get away you totally had. Now you seemed like a jerk and an idiot. 

“I…I’m so sorry, Eds,” you sighed as you hid your face in your hands, “I did.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged it off as he leaned on the counter and watched you intently. Robin and Steve exchanged a look before she cocked her head for the two of them to go to the back, “just glad you’re okay. Are you okay? You seem a little…jumpy today.”

“Of course,” you breathed nervously, attempting to laugh off his suggestion in vain. He leaned in closer so there was almost no space between the two of you before he gently reached over and touched the dainty necklace you were wearing.

“This is pretty,” you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from making a sound, “is it new?”

“It’s the one you got me for my birthday last year, Eddie,” you stated matter-of-factly. You knew he hadn’t forgotten, you knew he was well aware of what he was doing. You swallowed nervously as his rough fingertips ghosted over your skin.

“Oh yeah,” and oh. The way he was looking at you made you almost want to lean in and kiss him, “pretty.”

“The necklace?”

“You,” okay. Okay, okay, okay. Yeah. He was absolutely doing this on purpose. Had Henderson squealed and given away your secret? You were going to kill the younger boys next time you saw them. But…why was Eddie doing this? Was he just playing along for the fun of it? No…you knew that he would never do something to hurt your feelings or make you uncomfortable. Instead you gently grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away, looking anywhere but his face. He made a small sound of amusement, “what’s wrong, pretty girl? Am I making you nervous?”

“Nope,” you took a step back and waved his concern off, “I, ugh…I just realized I have that…thing. I gotta go so I’m not late.”

“What thing?”

“That thing for…calculus,” you were almost as bad of an actor as Henderson. It made him smile even wider, “it’s important so yeah.”

“I can give you a ride.”

“No, no, no, it’s alright,” you insisted, “I don’t want to inconvenience you!”

“You would never,” he promised, “how are you going to get there without a car? Harrington’s on duty still.”

“I’ll…run,” you were almost at the door and practically squirming under his intense gaze, “you know, good for the…legs.”

“Running,” he repeated, “oh totally. When’s the last time you went for a run?”

“Umm, l-last weekend,” you lied, hastily opening the door, “gotta…run! Bye!”

As soon as you were out the door, Eddie burst into a fit of giggles as Robin and Steve came back out. As though they hadn’t just witnessed the entire atrocity from their little hideout.

“That was…something,” Steve sighed as he leaned the counter, “you know she’s totally into you, right?”

“Really Stevie?” Eddie snorted in amusement before helping himself to a bag of m&ms Robin had stashed behind the counter, “I’m shocked.”

“You’re being sarcastic. He’s being sarcastic, right?” he turned to Robin who just rolled her eyes at him, “wait…if she’s into you, and you’re into her, why aren’t you…together?”

“Working on that, Harrington,” he winked, “Henderson was trying to play matchmaker today and I figured it was as good a time as any. I’m just going to see how long I can make her sweat it out. It’s all in good fun.”

“You mean painfully cringey?”

“But fun,” Robin and Steve both nodded, “don’t worry lads, I’ll ask her out soon enough.”

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You’d somehow managed to avoid one Eddie Munson for three days. How you’d managed to pull that off you had no clue. He was your best friend, but you couldn’t face him. Not until…ugh. Sometime in the future. When you weren’t going to make a total fool out of yourself. So maybe you’d never see him again. That sounded like the worst option of all. 

“Hey,” the sound of his sweet voice startled you out of your deep thoughts as you almost fell off the pool lounger you were laying on. The book that had been in your hand went flying as you made a small sound of surprise. He sighed wistfully before grabbing your book and holding it out to you, “thought you heard me coming. I wasn’t exactly being quiet.”

“N-no,” you took the book and set it on the ground next to you. This was the first time you wanted to curse yourself for giving him a spare key to your house, “w-what’s up?”

“Nothing,” he sat on the lounge chair next to you, all smiles and curious eyes, “missed you. Haven’t seen you in a few days. That’s the first time in like…five years? Almost like you’re trying to…avoid me.”

“Don’t be silly, Eds,” did he really have to be so perceptive? Not that you were subtle in the slightest, “just been busy.”

“But we’ve always been busy together,” he cocked his head to the side, looking more like a puppy than he had any right too, “anyway, it’s a nice day out. Catching some sun? I’ll join you.”

Before you could say anything else, he leaned back in the lounge chair, but not before pulling his shirt off. He’d shot you a wink before slowly reaching for the hem and lifting the apparently offending article of clothing off and tossed it to the side. You were trying desperately, and failing, to keep your eyes to yourself. Instead you looked at the newly exposed skin. Why were you being so…like this? You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times, but right now it was making your mouth practically water. From the tattoos near his left collarbone, to the trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his jeans, to the softly toned but muscular arms, you were a wreck. 

“E-Eddie,” your mouth ran dry as you tried to look at his face, “I should…”

“What’s the matter?” he asked oh so innocently, “are you okay? You’re looking a little…stressed.”

“Everything’s fine,” you lied through gritted teeth, ignoring the ache that was growing between your legs, “just peachy.”

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After both the incidents at Family Video, and when Eddie showed up at your house, you knew he was doing it on purpose. It was his motive that still eluded you. You’d allowed yourself to wonder, even if just for a few moments, if he liked you. Like…liked you liked you. Like you liked him. The idea was a mere passing thought that you’d quickly crushed. 

You’d planned to ask Nancy and Robin for their input when you were hanging out with them at the Wheelers’. The three of you were throwing together snacks for a girls only movie night, all of you deciding you needed a well deserved break from the boys. 

That was, of course, until Steve had shown up. Not only had Steve invited himself to movie night, so had Dustin. And Lucas. And Max. Tagging along, naturally, was Eddie. This had to be some sort of colossal joke. The universe was conspiring against you, pure and simple. 

“Hi pretty girl,” he really did have a nice smile. It was easy to look at, or his eyes. They were nice eyes. They - fuck. You shouldn’t have been thinking like that. Not about your best friend. You offered him a tightlipped smile of acknowledgement, “everything alright?”

“Yup,” you turned to grab a bag of chips from the cabinet but found yourself unable to reach. Within a heartbeat, Eddie was behind, his hands, so warm and large, held your hips as he gently shuffled you out of the way. But not before he brushed his nose tenderly along the exposed skin of your shoulder and neck. You could swear you felt his lips ghost over your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He only moved you to the side when he heard you inhale sharply. He was able to reach without any effort, and held the bag out to you, “t-thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he was standing between you and the counter, his arms braced on either side of your body. He was so close that you could see the different flecks of chocolate in his eyes, and the faint dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. His lips were so full and plush, looking more kissable than they should have. He was studying you as you studied him, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a small smile, “are you okay? You look…worried.”

“I-I’m okay,” you lied, making it a point to keep your eyes just over his shoulder, “good as ever.”

“You look flushed,” he mused as he brought a hand to your face, pressing the back of it to your forehead and cheeks, “very hot.”

“Eds-”

He dragged his hand down to the side of your neck, resting two fingers against your pulse point as you let out a shaky breath, “your heart is racing. I think you need some-”

“I’m fine,” you pulled his hand away and ducked under his arm to take a few steps away, “just tired. It can make your heart beat faster. And it’s hot in here! I’ll have to ask Nance to get the ac going.”

“Feels fine to me.”

“Well, you…you’re…”

“I’m what?” he smile was practically wolfish as he watched you, “I’m fine.”

“You’re-”

You heard the call of your name from the living room. You’d never been so thankful for Steve Harrington before. You shrugged at Eddie before almost running over to Steve. Anything to get a breath of air away from the current bane of your existence. Eddie Munson was going to be the death of you.

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After almost three weeks of the back and forth of Eddie driving you crazy, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You needed him to stop, especially if he knew about your feelings for him. Which, if he did know and was just doing this for a laugh, would have broken your heart. But he wouldn’t do that…right?

It was late in the evening when you found yourself at his trailer, knocking loudly on the door. There were a few long moments of pause as you waited for the door to open. When it was, you found yourself staring at Eddie, in a white t-shirt and pair of gray sweatpants. His dark hair was even more wild than usual and if you’d been weaker you’d have jumped on him then and there.

“Hi pretty girl,” he opened the door and you stepped inside, suddenly feeling nervous. You’d been here countless times before, hell had even slept with Eddie in his bed many times, but right now it all made you want to throw up with nerves, “to what do I owe the pleasure? You could have called and I could have ordered a pizza or something.”

“I…no,” you took a deep breath before steadying your resolve to actually confront him. You weren’t just going to run and hide away, “Eddie. You…I…the past few weeks have been different. You’re driving me absolutely crazy because no matter what I do, I can’t get you off my mind. It’s like everything I do or think about ends up back at you. I can’t sleep, I can’t focus, it’s just all about you in my head 24/7. And you’re my best friend, so it’s not that weird that you occupy such a huge chunk of my life, but lately it’s like you’ve been trying to make it hell. I know you’re not stupid and I know you know I’m not. So I’m sure somehow, maybe it was Henderson or one of the kids, you found that I…I have feelings for you. Feelings that definitely don’t include you as just my best friends.”

“Shh, listen-”

“No you listen, Edward Munson. I…think about you and everything is better, like everything just makes sense, you know? I worry about if you’ve eaten enough, gotten enough sleep, whether or not you remember your homework, if you make home safe after band practice, if you’ve remembered to do your stupid laundry, everything. I think about kissing you and-and being with you. Just you and me, and everything that entails. I just…you are the biggest piece of my heart, and I feel like you’ve been messing with me for the past couple of weeks since you found out or whatever. But I…I can’t do this, Eddie. I can’t have you treating me like this, like you could possibly have feelings for me, when I know you don’t.”

“Baby-”

“I-I know I’ve probably ruined everything, our friendship, all of it by telling you this. But I just couldn’t stand it any longer,” you were waving your hands around as you felt tears pricking at the back of your eyes. Eddie was just standing there, watching you intently, making this even harder, “and I’m sorry for fucking things up but I couldn’t not tell you. You’re my best friend, my other half, sometimes the better half and sometimes the worse one, but I…I’m in love with you. You, you dumb, goofy, man. It’s always been you. It’s always been you that I see in my future. And now I’ve ruined that and I’ll learn to live with that - maybe - but I just…you drive me absolutely crazy in every sense of the word. You, Eddie Munson, are…everything to me. And I’d rather have you fully and completely than just as my friend.”

It was silent for a few long, tense moments as your chest rose and fell rapidly. When Eddie didn’t say anything, your heart broke further and you realized you’d just made a huge mistake. A few tears rolled down your cheeks as you moved towards the door, ready to run and hide, “I-I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done this…I’ll go.”

Before you could take a step further away from him, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as he gently pulled you back to him. He was watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite read, but he didn’t seem…mad. His hands found your face, the metal of his rings cool against your skin as he tenderly wiped away your tears.

“You’re telling me,” he whispered softly, “that you haven’t noticed that I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you?”

“No, I - wait, what?”

“You are so many things,” his expression was soft as he held your gaze, “but I didn’t think blind was one of them.”

“Eddie, I-I don’t…”

“I have been in love with you since the day I met you,” he was smiling now, and his words finally hit you, “from the first day when I bumped into you in the hallway at school and we both dropped everything and you told me to watch it idiot. I was a sucker for you then.”

“But I was mean to you.”

“Your words had no bite,” he insisted, “and then when you showed up for Hellfire and saw that it was my club…I still remember your face. I wish you could have seen it. You apologized and asked if you could still join in despite the fact that you’d called me an idiot.”

“Eddie.”

“And how could I have said no to the pretty girl that just wanted to play dungeons and dragons?” he asked as you laughed nervously, “I would have easily said no to every other girl. But not you. I knew you were different.”

“If I’d realized you’d be the dungeon master I probably wouldn’t have come,” you admitted nervously.

“Well, we would have met some other way, I’m sure of it,” he promised, “but you know, I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to top your speech. That was…wow. If I’d known you felt that strongly I would have made a move a long time ago.”

“Oh?” you laughed through your tears, these ones happy rather than nervous or upset, “that’s what you call the hell you’ve been putting me through, Munson? Making a move?”

“Mmmm…more or less,” he teased as you put your hand on his chest, “I was wondering when you would finally say something. I love you, my pretty blind girl, but I love teasing you too. You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“I wasn’t…nervous…” you lied meekly as he leaned so his lips were inches from yours. You could smell him, a mixture of smoke and mint and warmth that was all him. You swallowed nervously and he felt the puff of air against his lips, “I was never…”

“Nervous,” he finished for you. You could feel his lips brushing against yours now, electric shivers running up and down your spine, “of course not. I think you know what I’m about to do, right? Or would you prefer if I-”

You didn’t let him get another word in, teasing or otherwise, before you crashed your lips onto his. Your sudden reaction caught him off guard for just a moment before he responded in kind, his lips chasing yours, both of you desperate for the other after so many years of wanting and waiting. 

He brought his hands to your waist, brushing them under the hem of your shirt and splaying them against your soft skin. You looped your arms around his neck and held him as close as possible; you wished you’d never have to let him go. Kissing Eddie was better than anything you could have imagined, and now that you knew what he tasted like, how he touched you, how his lips felt against yours, you never wanted to forget. 

You only broke apart when you needed air, and he pressed his forehead against yours. He was smiling now, that same easy smile you loved before exchanged a small giggle, “beat me to it. Always imagined I’d be the one that kissed you first.”

“I’m just finishing what you started,” you pressed your lips against again, stealing a few slow, sweet pecks from him.

“It’s been you too,” he whispered as he nudged his nose against yours, “that I see my future with.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he promised softly, “always you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Munson,” you beamed at him, “even though you drive me crazy.”

“Let me,” he pressed kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and nose before going back to your lips, “show you how crazy I can drive you.”

“Yes please.”

[steveharringtons-lover]

Off Limits (Pt. 1)

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (she/her)

summary: Steve Harrington much to his delight discovers Dustin has a cousin who’s come to live with his family.

a/n: don’t worry people there will be more parts and they will be slutty and smutty!!

warnings: implied sexual acts, semi-nudity.

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“So what exactly are we going to be dragging into my car? Because if that thing has any chance of blowing up, then no.” Steve said, looking at Dustin's newest invention.

“You’ll see, come on give me a hand guys!” Dustin said looking over to the rest of the gang and Steve who was dragged along because he was the only one who could drive.

“I’m going to go call Robin and tell her I might be a bit late to hangout tonight.” Steve said looking over to all the equipment realising how long it would take for the kids to get their stuff together let alone in his car.

“Yeah alright, just be quite my cousin just got here and she’s pretty jetlagged so she’s sleeping.” Dustin called out after Steve.

“Why have we never heard of this cousin before?” Will asked, Dustin only shot him a confused look and shrugged.

Everyone else ignoring it and continuing to help Dustin with his newest invention.

Thinking nothing much of it, Steve made his way out into the kitchen, only to run into Dustin’s cousin. Who just so happened to be very underdressed.

Your hand shot up to your mouth as you saw Steve not realising Dustin had people over, extremely attractive people over.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” You say looking down at what you’re wearing, which unfortunately was only a singlet and a pair of underwear.

“No don't apologise.” Steve said jaw practically on the floor. “I mean it’s your house, well not really but you know.”

“Right well um I’m (Y/N).” You say awkwardly with flushed cheeks and a shy smile. “Im gonna go put some pants on and maybe a bra on then I’ll introduce myself properly.”

Steve who was left in a complete state of shock could only gawk at her as she sort of ran back into her room down the hall.

He quickly picked up the phone and dialed Robins number. “Hello?” Steve asked almost frantically. “Like semi emergency.”

“Wow thanks for asking Steve I’m doing great!” Robin said sarcastically. “What’s wrong.”

“I think I just fell in love.” Steve said. “Dustin has this cousin over from god knows where and she’s gorgeous.”

“Here we go again, how long is she in town.” Robin asked, Steve too love struck to register her annoyed tone over the phone.

“I don’t know, oh I’ve got to go! Going to be late tonight bye!” Steve said quickly hanging up the phone as he heard the sound of a door opening.

“Is it bad that I think I liked the last outfit better?” Steve said with a smile tugging at his lips as you came into the kitchen.

“Wow you’re forward, can’t say I don’t like it though.” You said grinning at him, heading back to the kitchen to grab yourself something to eat. “How about you tell me your name first pretty boy.”

“Steve, Harrington.” He said still staring at you, the name sounding awfully familiar when it finally clicked.

“Oh Steve! I’ve heard plenty about you from Dustin over the phone!” You watched as his facial expression quickly changed to a slightly concerned one.

“Good things I hope?” Steve asked sceptically taking a seat down at the kitchen bench.

“I was warned actually, that you were off limits by Dustin and that you’d most definitely flirt with me.” You said with your back turned to him busy fixing yourself a snack.

“Dammit Henderson.” Steve muttered underneath his breath. “So how long are you in Hawkins for?”

“A while, definitely the summer and probably longer. My parents are off doing business abroad, so they decided they couldn’t leave me home that long.”

“My parents are the same, well at least my dad. He’s always away on business and my mum doesn’t trust him.” Steve said. “I’ve usually got the house to myself.

“Is that your not so subtle way of coming onto me?” You asked leaning your elbows onto the bench directly across him.

“Is that what you want me to do?” Steve asked bringing his face closer to yours.

“I don’t know, I think I might need to be persuaded a bit more. Maybe-“ You begin to say before your cut off by the sound of Dustin and his friends making their way towards the door.

“Hello! Steve we’re going!” A redhead girl yelled at him. “Unless you want me driving again.”

That seemed to snap Steve out of his lust filled trance.

“I’ll uh see you around then?” Steve said to you quietly looking you up and down one more time.

“Sure thing Harrington.” You said sending him a wink as he was dragged out the door by Dustin and all his little friends.

“You better not have been flirting with my cousin Harrington!” Dustin scolded as he got into the car.

“You are not riding shot gun! Off limits? Really Henderson!” Steve glared at him and pointed to the back.

“Come on red your in front, this is the closest you’ll ever get to driving this car again.” Steve said before reluctantly pulling away from the Henderson house.

Later that night as he and Robin sat down for their annual movie night Steve couldn’t help but shake the image of you in your underwear.

“Steve your not even paying attention.” Robin said slapping his arm. “If you like her so much why don’t you just called her and ask her out!”

“I can’t I’m off limits!” Steve said glaring at her. “Dustin apparently told her all about me and that I’m off limits vise versa!”

“So no Robin I cannot call her! She’s living in the same house as Henderson and they share a phone.”

“Hawkins is a small town you’ll run into her eventually and it’s not like Dustin’s going to be home 24/7.” Robin said ready to give up on Steve and watch the movie by herself.

“You're right.” Steve said as he settled onto the couch and turned the movie on. “What Dustin doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Like I always am.” Robin muttered quietly.

“Ok now shut up so we can watch, I swear if you talk about her again I’ll kick you out and I don’t care if this is your house I’ll do it.”

Part 2 here!