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angstigone · 2 months ago

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aki hayakawa had been acting strange, you thought while finishing the paperwork at your station.

it had started a week ago, when usually cold and collected aki had become strangely touchy with you. nothing disrespectful, it was just the sour expression he accompanied every gesture got you blurting:

"is anything wrong?".

he had looked so dejected that you had wondered whether his added touches had been purposeful but he didn't say anything other than apologize for walking in your space.

now, after that exploit, he had kept his distance as if offended. and yet, you knew it couldn't be so easy; there was a lingering gaze your way even when he'd keep his distance as if he couldn't keep his eyes off you.

the thought got you burning and awkward asking yourself whether he'd need something but couldn't ask you.

eventually your resolve broke and you confronted aki, by waiting for him to be finished with his own paperwork and stopping him at the exit of the public safety building.

«have you been avoiding me?».

it was like a deer caught in the headlights and for a moment aki's face didn't hide the genuine guilt he felt, making you feel like your hypothesis was right.

«... no, I just... you know how it is with public safety? it's a busy enviroment and...».

«if me asking you to back off the last time we talked was disrespectful, I do apologize» your discourse felt much better readied up than him, but you guessed that you hadn't been the one staring at you non-stop while pretending to be avoiding you «... either way, I thought that you made it painfully clear how awkward you...».

you stalled in your discourse as a look of pure horror downed upon aki's face and you couldn't help but worry that you had unsheathed some long-lost trauma, although the reason behind you... it went past your head.

and that was enough to make you insecure in your curiosity.

what if you had made a huge deal out of nothing?

what fi you made this about yourself when it wasn't?

«no no, I... am the one who should apologize».

you were taken aback by aki's tone as you looked at him promptly startled.

«... it's just, well it's just that I have been taking advice onto people... well, let's say that I shouldn't trust neither himeno nor kishibe onto love matters».

somehow what registered first in your brain was the actually funny image of aki asking himeno - and then kishibe - for help; it sounded hilarious, as they were probably the least people that you'd ever ask for a piece of advice on your personal life.

«you did what?».

«don't judge me» aki shot back, lightly bitter, clearly annoyed by you not taking all of this seriously, although there was also something else similar to embarassment as it dawned upon you that aki didn't have that many of close friends; aside you, you could count himeno only as he might be hanging out with a few of his former colleagues from division two, but it was always for work function and nothing else.

it made you frown lightly as you came to that realization and if aki noticed, he thought it out of displeasure.

«it wasn't like I could ask miss makima».

yeah, that'd be crazy and you never thought that you'd recover, although somehow the thought of aki asking miss makima for love advice... wait, love advice? love advice in which you were involved?

your eyes shot up to aki's own while they were firmly held on the ground as if he found suddenly interesting the blunt ends of cigs that littered the emergency exit for the public safety, that they had both taken to use as they'd be working through the night.

aki had been asked for love advice... for you.

although he hadn't spelled it out, it'd have taken an idiot to ignore that the touchy approach and the cool and distanced one were both two ways of flirting that you could retrace to your bawdy friend and to your collected master.

as if spurred on by the silence - an awkward silence - falling between the two of you, aki started to speak. or better... ramble:

«when I asked himeno, she told me that I should have been... forward but I don't know... it felt... weird and... uncomfortable... like I was pushing myself onto you» well, he put in a wonderful way «... and then well, kishibe said some macho shit about being aloof and distanced, which I don't know why I listened to because the sole women I saw with him...».

you crumbled in a fit of laughter that bordered on hysterical at aki's careful recount, as he rushed through all the details inevitably endeared and comforted by the recall of his reasoning; it was about you, but not in the way you had thought.

«what the fuck are you laughing about?» he said as a wounded predator about to attack the hunter that had found him in his trap «... I know it was fucking stupid but I thought...».

«you could have asked somebody else» you said once you sorbered up.

«who, fucking considering I have three friends and that's counting my superior, my crush and...».

«if you had asked said crush, they'd have told you that the best way to get through it was simply to ask» you spoke calmly, now all too aware that after your outburst aki was wounded and needed comfort. reassurance, even «... because I am not going to lie but I have been waiting for you to ask me out, but I always thought you were simply my... well, my friend...».

silence fell between the two of you and you worried for the most that you might have promptly misread aki's signs, although they were evident, terrible flirting comprehended.

«... it was that easy?» at aki's prompt burst of indignation, though, your entire body shook with laughter as you raised your head to find aki's eyes staring at you as if you had revealed to him the secret of the universe.

«fuck yeah» you shot back, slapping an arm athis shoulder «... like, for all this time I thought that... there was something, but also you saw me as just a co-worker or some shi...».

«you are definitely not just a co-worker» aki added gruffly, evidently collecting himself swiftly from his fully emotional moment «... so, ahem... should I go for it?».

you couldn't help but think it was cute how... worried and freeting he seemed.

it made you fall for him even more, although you couldn't go easy on him.

«... that depends...» you said, gently wrapping your arms around his shoulder to bring him up in a loose embrace «... don't you want to ask also miss makima for love advice?».

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doyawalker · 1 year ago

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Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind #4

chapter 3.

contains swearing, smoking

chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

The Things I Should Have Said

As he heard your steps he turned around to you, a half-smoked cigarette lit up in between his fingers. A habit he obviously hadn’t defeated during those two years.

Rolling your eyes at his presence, you tried to rush past him quickly, but he was faster.

Throwing the rest of the cig to the ground carelessly, he almost jumped in front of you, one hand reaching out for your shoulder.

And when his fingers slightly brushed over your body, it felt like you were struck by lightning.

Stopping in your tracks, your eyes snapped down to his hand, which was now floating in the air, millimeters away from you.

You saw the fine tattoos on the back of his hand, which were still very new to you and you saw the big ring on his index finger, which had a “J” carved out in it.

“Can’t we talk about this again?” He looked at you, pleadingly. “Please?”

It took a second before the meaning of his words reached your consciousness, as your eyes wandered back up to him.

Tilting your head to the side, you furrowed your brows together.

"Why? There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Because you seemed very upset and I feel bad about it.”

“So you just want to clear your conscience?”

He licked his lips, his gaze flickering around before settling back onto you.

“Well, maybe. I just think it would be nice if we two get along since we're sharing the same master’s now and the same gym apparently as well…”

His voice trailed off, as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Something about his words seemed off.

“It sounds like you can't handle people not liking you.”, you noticed, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled to himself slightly.

“I mean, who does, right?”, he said, wiggling his eyebrows provocatively, his arm with his hand still reaching out for you finally falling back down to his side.

And you felt yourself relax a bit, not aware of the way your body had tensed up at this proximity.

“I can. I’m perfectly content with going back to not talking to each other.”

The grin on his face faded and got replaced by a frown.

And you couldn’t deny the satisfaction it gave you. Being able to stand up against him wasn’t something you were always able to do. Because back then you did everything to please him, scared about upsetting him so much, that you didn’t speak your mind most of the time.

This was almost refreshing now.

“What did I do exactly back then?”, he asked. “It couldn’t be that bad for you to despise me so much.”

You scoffed again, his audacity making the anger sitting in the pit of her stomach simmer once more.

This was ridiculous.

“You know what, if you really don’t know then I would suggest for you to go home, sit down, and use that little brain of yours. You’ll figure it out.”

You didn’t mean to snap at him, you were way too open about your obvious hurt feelings, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Pushing past him quickly, you rushed towards your car on the other side of the parking lot, but with his big strides, it was an easy game for him to catch back up with you.

“Can we please just talk about this?”

“There is nothing to talk about.”

“I want to apologize at least.”

Slowing down your steps, your eyes darted back onto him. This was new. Apologizing? There was a time when you would have done anything to hear an apology from his lips. To see him realize the damage he has done, to reflect on his wrong-doings. But that time was long gone. What use would an apology have now?

“There’s no need for apologies.”, you said, bitterness lacing your voice. “And besides that, apparently you don’t even know what you would be apologizing for. And to be honest, I’m not here to help you clear your bad conscience just because you can’t deal with it.”

The two of you had reached your car. The same car you and he had met up in so many times, doing unholy things on the backseats, playing Uno, talking, laughing… but you doubted that he was thinking about those things now that he was standing here again. You wondered if you had ever thought about you during those past two years.

Snatching the door to the driver’s seat open, you carelessly threw your gym bag on the passenger’s seat, throwing one last glance his way.

You almost felt guilt forming in your stomach as you saw the look on his face, his brows furrowed together, his head tilted to the side to eye you carefully. He really kind of looked apologetic. But the unpleasant feeling quickly faded away, as you reminded yourself that he had always been a very good actor. He made you believe that the two of you had a chance after all, and you wouldn’t fall for his lame gimmicks twice.

Without another word, you let yourself fall into the car seat, grabbing the door handle to close the door, but he was faster. Again.

“What other classes do you have this semester?”, he asked, his hand gripping the upper side of the door, blocking your movement to close it easily.

“None of your business.”

“Do you have the politics and law class this afternoon?”

You sighed, creases forming on your forehead as you contemplated for a second.

“Yes.”

His face visibly lit up as he heard your words, his hand sliding down your car door, finally giving you the chance to leave.

“Great. I’ll see you there.”

He grinned smugly, his eyes observing your face for another second before he turned on his heels and walked over to his own car, the same black BMW he had been driving back then.

The hours until it was time to make your way back to campus were filled with thoughts about him and his words, going back and forth in your mind about whether he was being genuine or if he was trying to fool you again. Because that was the problem with him. How could you ever be sure again that what he was saying was meant wholeheartedly? Originally, you’d never thought that you would have to care about this again, but with him just popping up in your life out of nowhere, all your emotions were thrown back into the arena even though you never agreed to a round 2.

Spread out on the couch of your living room, thoughts spiraling, you almost didn’t hear your roommate Taehyung entering the apartment.

It was only when he leaned his torso over you, his light-brown hair bouncing into your vision, that you acknowledged his presence.

Snapping back into reality, you looked at him wide-eyed.

“What is going on with you? Don’t you have class in like 10 minutes?”, he asked teasingly, shoving his lit-up phone screen in your face to show you the time.

“Fuck.”

Stupid Jungkook and these stupid mixed feelings.

Jumping up from your seat, you frantically started to run between the living room and your bedroom, scraping your things together in your bag.

Watching you with amusement, Taehyung let himself fall on the couch, crossing his arms behind his head.

“What has got you so deep in your feelings that you’re even forgetting about class?”

Taehyung has been your roommate and therefore friend since your third year of uni, after your former roommate dropped out of college early. Besides Sori, he was kind of your only acquaintance that you had around here, even though you wouldn’t particularly call yourselves the best of friends. Sometimes you ate and cooked together or watched a show and sometimes you didn’t speak for a week straight because he was busy and you were busy and you just didn’t see each other. He was easy to talk to and you were glad for his company most of the time, but he surely didn’t know about Jungkook and you’d prefer it to stay that way. He wasn’t talking to you about his bedroom encounters, who sometimes you would meet the next day for breakfast, either. Boundaries, right?

“Nothing.”, you murmured, grabbing your phone and keys and throwing them in your bag, before slipping into your Nikes. “See you later.”

The door fell into the lock behind you, leaving a perplexed Taehyung behind.

Rushing into the classroom, you were thankful that your apartment was so close to the campus, as you made it just in time.

You were so hectic in finding a seat and unpacking your things that you only thought about looking out for Jungkook when five minutes of the class had already passed by.

Glancing around the room, you couldn’t identify him anywhere, and as you came to the conclusion that he simply wasn’t there, a mixed wave of emotions hit you.

Part of it was a relief, but the other part was…disappointment?

But before you could wrap your mind around that realization, the entrance to the lecture hall opened suddenly, revealing his familiar figure.

Your gaze flung to him, together with many others and as you eyed him up and down you couldn’t help but think to yourself that he, again, looked…good. To put it simply.

He was wearing all black, with jeans and a Calvin Klein shirt, showing off his tattoo sleeve and muscles. His hair was slightly wet and in curls, as if he just jumped out of the shower. And his eyes…were searching the room.

The pace of your heartbeat accelerated, as you ducked yourself, silently begging any entity up there that he wouldn’t catch you. But you were too slow.

Your eyes met and when they did, the expression on his face changed to an unreadable one.

Your eyelashes fluttered as you immediately broke eye contact, too overwhelmed by the fact that he was now moving in your direction. God, why was he making you so nervous?

Taking a deep breath in, you braced yourself for the next 90 minutes of lecture you had to spend in his proximity, because he just let himself fall onto the seat next to you, a confident grin all over his face.

You instantly caught on the smell of his perfume, something fresh with a hint of spice, nothing like the heavy, musky stuff he used to wear back then. There was a lot new about him, it seems.

Looking up at him, you noticed his gaze on you and given the fact that he was so close to you, it made something turn in the pit of your stomach.

You felt weak. It had been so easy to hate him from a distance, to keep the memories of him just like you wanted to remember him, namely as a lying, manipulating fuck, that had broken your heart. But now, that you were around him again, hating seemed to be so exhausting.

“Hi.”, he mumbled, finally breaking the silence between the two of you, his eyes not moving away from your face.

“Hi.”

“Did I miss anything important?”

You scoffed. “If you would have been on time, you would know.”

He shook his head slightly, chuckling to himself.

“Since when are you so feisty?”, he asked, raising his eyebrow teasingly.

Rolling your eyes at him, you didn’t give him an answer. As if he could remember how you were back then when he couldn’t even remember that he left you in the dust.

A few moments of silence unfolded until he spoke again.

“How often do you go to the gym by the way?”

Looking back at him, you furrowed your brows together.

“Why? Do you wanna stalk me?”

“Maybe.”

You wanted to roll your eyes again, but he was faster.

“Kidding. But I was thinking, maybe we could train together? I could use a good spotter.”, he said, almost sounding a bit sheepish.

Your eyes wandered off him and around the room, as you let his words sink in.

Why was it so hard to read him? He seemed to be genuine, but at the same time, he didn’t. Maybe it was the prejudice, but wasn’t he being too friendly all at once? Or was this just the way he was now? You didn’t know what to think of him.

“I don’t know.”, you finally said, avoiding his eye contact.

“Oh, come on. It’s gonna be fun.”

You sighed.

“Why tho? Is this still your way of clearing your bad conscience?”

“Well, I-”, he started his sentence but was brutally interrupted.

“Excuse me, you two, am I boring you with my lecture? Or do you mind sharing with the class what you were talking about so intently?”

The professor's voice was echoing through the room, everyone’s eyes darting in your direction. For fucks sake.

You usually didn’t mind attention, but this had you squirming in your seat uncomfortably, as you threw Jungkook a judging look.

But he was as calm as someone could be, his arms lazily crossed across his chest, his legs slightly spread apart.

“No, sir, your lecture is very entertaining.”, he simply stated, his voice firm and loud.

You could hear some mumbling from the girls sitting in a row somewhere behind you, not hearing exactly what they were saying, but you definitely heard the words “hot” and “muscles”.

What a great start to the semester.

“Let’s talk later.”, he whispered in your direction, leaning closer to you, and as you caught his gaze, he winked at you.

God, why me?

#jungkook fanfic #bts ff #jungkook x reader #bts fic rec #jungkook fic #jungkook #jungkook ff #jungkook angst #jjk x reader

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i-arch-my-backula · 2 years ago

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"I'm not good with words" Daryl Dixon x male reader

I just kind of thought of this idea while watching Daryl edits on tiktok. I might develop this more into a fuller fic, if I do I'll be posting it to ao3. I kind of just assume all of my favorite characters are queer no matter what because that makes my life easier, and Daryl is so exception. I'm making the setting vague on purpose because I'm only on season three.

Warnings: Daryl's bad with words and emotions, internalized homophobia, idiots in love

It's been a quiet day at camp so far. You're outside picking up fire wood for burning more walkers later in the day. On your way back you notice Daryl making his way towards you. He's never been outright cruel to you before. A few comments about your sexuality here and there but he's still been somewhat kind. You notice he's smoking, when you went out an hour ago he was still smoking, your senses are slightly heightened noticing this. It's probably bad news.

"Hey can I talk with you real quick?" He asks. You nod.

"Yeah I'm just gonna put these down, if you don't mind."

"Nah I don't mind at all." You walk over to the pile of walkers and throw the logs and sticks down. You meet Daryl in a more secluded area walking back over.

"So what do you need to talk about?" You ask. He takes a drag from his cigarette and looks back over at camp.

"I uh wanna apologize for what I've said before about you being gay and all." He keeps his eyes away from you while he says this. You're caught off guard with this, Daryl is not someone who apologizes, really ever. It takes you a few seconds to respond.

"Thank you. I accept your apology," You notice him fidgeting with his cig, "Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" He shakes his head.

"Well I uh, I've got something else I need to say. I've known you for awhile now and uh, you're a real nice guy Y/n," He takes another drag, "Well uh I just...well I...I really like you. Not just in a friend way you know? I like you uh..."

"Romantically?" You ask. He finally meets your eyes and nods as he looks away.

"Yeah, romantically. I've wanted to deny that I liked you since I really realized it myself. My dad always called me a fag when I was a kid. I guess I just wanted to prove him wrong."

"Daryl, it's not bad to be gay, I hope you know that." He nods and takes a drag.

"I know I know. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I thought I couldn't be gay because I'm not all feminine and flamboyant like you." A smile creeps on your face.

"Yeah, sure, I'm flamboyant and feminine. I totally walk around like a fashion model all the time and I always talk with that stereotypical 'gay accent'." You put finger quotes around 'gay accent'. Daryl laughs a little.

"You know what I mean, you just stick around with the women and help take care of Judith. I don't mean to be offensive."

"Well I'm just glad you told me that you like me. It takes real guts to do that. Now what do you wanna do?" He raises a brow at your question, "I mean what do you want to do about our relationship? Do you want to be my boyfriend or not?" He throws down and stomps out his cigarette.

" I mean, I don't mind being your boyfriend. Let's just keep it quiet for now alright?" You nod.

"Alright," You move some hair out of his face, "I'm glad I get to spend the end of the world with you Daryl."

"Me too Y/n."

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixion x you #the walking dead #twd fanfiction

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 2 years ago

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 20 - Reunion. Episode 2.

----------------Evan's point of view-------------------

Evan: Her perfume smelled like roses and Amber, dark, deep, sensual and alluring. And I couldn't help but notice how soft her skin was, as she grabbed onto my hand and let me to the dance floor.

Hailey: She smiled softly and placed my hand on her back as she turned around and faced me May I have this dance? Before I could get to answer, we were already spinning around on the floor, here eyes firmly planted on mine, and it seemed like only yesterday I had seen her last. She had shorter hair now, but it was still way past her shoulders. Slightly bigger boobs, although they were also on the big side when we were teens. Her eyes was bright and warm as always, and the happy smile on her lips, indicated she was just as happy to see me as I was to see her Evan… her voice was bright and cheerful, yet with a hint of sensuality It's really great to see you again, I've missed you. Do you think we can go and sit down somewhere? Hav a a chat? There's something I would like to…

Evan: I suddenly noticed Andy on the dance floor, and I didn't like the look on his face. I knew how this must have looked to him, and looking back, I chose the worst thing to do. I should have broken off the dance and invited him to dance instead, but I did what I at that moment thought was the best. I chose to drag Hailey after me, away from Andy and the crowd. I wanted to tell her about Andy, more than anything else. But I needed a place, far away from the loud music.

Hailey: As we sat down in the soft grass just behind the teacher building, she smiled softly and brushed a hair strand away from my forehead, and I couldn't help but notice how she leaned in a bit closer than a friend would sit. I should probably have pulled back, but it felt warm and familiar, safe. The pale colours of her eyes, her pale rose cheeks, her white teeth as she smiled bright Evan… don't make me blush now.

Evan: I chuckled softly and lit a cig

Hailey: You still drag that nasty habit around? She quickly grabbed the cig and threw it further away in the high grass, just like she used to when we were teens, and as an almost reflex, I caught myself move my hands towards her chest, ready to tickle her as I used to do back then, whenever she killed none of my cigs. But this time I stopped myself. Time had changed. She looked at me with hopeful eyes, but as the tickling didn't happen, she cleared her throat and smiled shyly. Evan… I wanna tell you something, if I can seem to find the nerves to do so. I… I have a confession to make. I came here tonight, only to see you. Evan… are you listening?

Evan: Hm? I admit now it was me that was spacing out Sorry… I was just thinking of something… someone I mumbled the last part so I don't think she managed to hear it Sorry, please go on. I smiled apologizing and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves a bit

Hailey: She smiled softly, just please stay with me now, it's important I get to say this… she tilted her head a bit, observing my face, then went on in a lowered soothing voice I have thought about you a lot, recently, and I saw the Youtube interview with you and your new band… congratulations btw she smiled warmly Well, according to that…. you are single…. and her voice lowered to a deep sensual almost purring sound, as she slowly ran a finger up the side of my neck so I was thinking…. maybe now, when your life has slowed down a bit…. we should give it another try… give us another… try… I didn't get to react before her lips was firmly pressed against mine, but just as quickly as they were planted, I grabbed both her wrists, and gently pushed her backwards.

Evan: I can't! Unbelievably enough, my usual deep voice squeaked like a mouse

Hailey: She looked at me puzzled

Evan: I'm sorry… I uh….

Hailey: Did I do something wrong? She looked even more puzzled than before

Evan: Hailey… I…. I took a deep breath and lit a cig, only to see Hailey grab it and throw it away as the first one Hailey, I'm not… I sighed softly and chuckled please let me, I need this I frowned as I lit another one.

Hailey: Alright… it's your lungs…

Evan: I chuckled nervously as I blew out the cloud of smoke I need to tell you something as well..

Hailey: She nodded softly yeah… I figured the smile on her face had been replaced by a light frown it's the first time you have ever rejected me. So… who is she?

Evan: I chuckled nervously and started to think this was a horrible idea It's… uh…

Hailey: Come on dude she bumped my upper arm with her fist, and I had forgotten how strong she actually was, so I couldn't help but rub the sore spot a bit tell me who my rival is so I can knock her off the stage she winked at me in a teasing manner, and before I knew it the words flew out of me

Evan: Andy!

Hailey: She looked a bit wondering, like if she was trying to recall a girl named Andy, then her eyes got bigger as something dawned on her Oooh you mean that Andrea girl with the curly red hair from our chemistry class? But… I thought she got married like 5 years ago? Did she get a…

Evan: No… Hailey… Andy… you know… crazy color mohawk I planted a hand on top of my head, and with my fingers wiggling towards the sky I tried to mimic a mohawk my…. best friend Andy… I looked at her while squinting, trying to read her face

Hailey: She looked slightly confused, then her jaw dropped about 2 cm wait… you mean you two are…

Evan: No… Andy is gay… I'm… not I shook my head as I heard the words come out more as a question rather than a statement I mean, I'm not gay… I just…

Hailey: She smiled softly You don't have to explain yourself to me…

Evan: I smiled softly But I want to… I mean… I got to start somewhere don't I? I can't hide forever. I'm tired of hurting him. I see his eyes, and his sadness when we again have to hide. I mean, I promised him to not let go of his hand tonight, and look at this I wiggled my two free hands in front of her and sighed deeply I'm a mess Hailey, and I'm so scared I will fuck this up. Like I fucked you and I up.

Hailey: She chuckled softly You and I have two very different views on that it seems. You didn't fuck us up. You had a chance to become rich and famous, it was your childhood dream, I would have kicked your ass if you hadn't left. Was I sad? Hell yeah! But you got to live your dream. She smiled bright and pushed my shoulder gently you are not doing half as bad as you think you are. I'm sure of that. You never were a fuck up Evan. In fact you are the most decent guy I ever met. So… you indicate you wanna share…? How about you just give me all the juicy details hm? she laughed loudly and leaned back in the grass, padding the spot next to her.

Evan: I laid down next to her slowly, smiling softly.

#unicornmanes #Evan Thompson #Hailey

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sundrop-tetsu · 2 years ago

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mike’s compliment

teenage!michael afton x fem!reader

the idea alone of michael being that cliche bad boy in school and you being the new girl in school who dresses however the fuck she wants regardless of the dress code just thrills me ;) enjoy !!

side note: based on a tiktok, inspiration arrives in the most funniest ways :p this is also a small drabble (kinda-) I didn’t wanna make this into a full fic so-

(c/y/c): color of your choice

a chuckle escaped your lips as you crossed your arms, your expression of disbelief staring back at your new home room teacher.

“what the hell is wrong with my haircut exactly?” you exclaimed, the lollipop in your mouth tainting your pretty lips red as you swirled it around

“you deliberately disobeyed the dress code rules. your entire hair is (c/y/c) and it’s entirely distracting!”

this time michael let a laugh escape, you noticed and a smile painted your pretty face.

mrs. reynolds sighed, “y/n, just please go to the principal’s office. i need to write you up.”

you blinked in disbelief, not actually believing a school in the united kingdom could ever do something like that.

“literally just because of a haircut?! don’t be fucking serious. what is wrong with you? if anything, you’re distracting the entire class just because you felt the need to comment on my awesome haircut.” you argued with her, sitting up in your seat, taking the lollipop out of your mouth with a small pop.

“it’s not just about the haircut! it’s you— you look like—” she paused, not finding the right words.

“what?,” you laughed, “I look like a what, teach?”

a puff of smoke caught you off guard before you heard his voice, “you look like a hooker”

“you think?” a beautiful smile pointed at him as michael smirked at you, nodding as you felt stupid butterflies in your tummy due to how good looking he truly was.

“that is not a compliment, y/n!” mrs. reynolds quickly scolded you, not believing you would basically thank michael afton for ever saying that to you.

“from michael?,” you questioned, looking over at him as his pretty blue eyes stared into your own, “totally is”

another chuckle left his lips, “hookers are hot”

“see?” you gave a small smirk to your teacher, popping the lollipop back into your mouth.

yea okay, so maybe arguing with your teacher about both your outfit choice and hair wasn’t such a good idea as you sat in the principal’s office with your mother.

the principal sighed, clearly hating his job, “mr. afton, please stop arguing with me. you’re here for a reason.”

“clearly not. according to mike, all he did was compliment this girl and she seemed to like it. so what the fuck are we doing here?” william snapped again.

mrs. reynolds noticeably gulped before speaking, being incredibly obvious of her new found fear of michael’s father, “it’s the comment alone that he said, it’s not a compliment. not to mention, this is the 5th time that michael has been told to stop smoking in class and it’s only monday!”

“what?” clara jumped in, she turned towards her eldest son, “I thought we took your cigarettes away. where did you get new ones?”

michael shrugged before shrinking in his seat, feeling guilty for worrying his mother, “sorry mum,” he apologized before handing her the cigs he was carrying for today. she nodded understandingly but still gave him a stern expression, letting him know this conversation would continue at home in a safe place

“that all?” william glared again, “there was no reason to bother us. my wife and I work very hard and to be pulled away from our jobs for a little problem—”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, mr. afton,” your mother interjected, “but I’d like to know what the fuck I’m exactly doing here.”

you held in a laugh, you’ve always loved how your mother handles situations.

“this is because of the way your daughter is dressed. we have a very strict dress code,” the principal began, “the girl was called a hooker. don’t you think you should raise your daughter better?”

a silence followed the room before your mother got up and lunged forward, slapping the principally across the face, earning a fit of laughs from both you and michael, a smirk from william, a supportive clara, and a shocked mrs. reynolds.

“how dare you insinuate that I don’t raise my kid well? y/n is a perfectly good person and daughter. fuck your dress code, she looks fucking gorgeous. now, was it michael who called her a hooker?” your mom continued.

“y-yes it was—” mrs. reynolds nervously replied, in fear that she may get hit as well by your badass mother.

“michael,” she turned to him, “did you mean it in a bad way or are you just calling her hot?”

“with all due respect, that woman could be wearing sweatpants and I’d still call her hot.” a small wink was thrown your way, those stupid butterflies returning to your stomach.

“y/n, are you upset that he called a hooker?” your mother asked you

“nope,” you smiled, “in fact, it felt like he said it just to piss off mrs. reynolds who apparently hates my haircut and my clothes.”

“okay so again, what the fuck are we doing here?!” your mother slammed her hand on the principal’s table, “change. the. dress code. you’ve bothered both me and the aftons long enough. our kids are fine and we all are great parents. have a shitty day, let’s go, honey.”

you followed behind, a smirk on your face as you softly waved goodbye to mrs. reynolds, “told ya coming from mike it was a compliment.”

before you could fully leave the room, michael grabbed a hold of your wrist, slipping a piece of paper into your hand.

“I’d love to take you out sometime?” he shyly asked.

you blinked, realizing that even though michael seemed like a troublemaker and acted tough, he was human and got shy when things like this happened. you nodded at him, leaning in and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“you look like a hooker too.” you whispered before walking away, scolding yourself as you realized it sounded stupid.

“I’m sorry, what-” clara broke the silence, confused by your choice of words.

michael sighed with a stupid loving look in his eyes as he watched you leave, “she called me hot, mum. her, of all people.”

“oh jeez, michael.” william sighed, not believing his son would be so honored by a compliment like that

“it’s alright, we’ll fix it,” clara smiled, “our future daughter-in-law is perfect. let’s go, michael. we need new clothes and i can teach you how to be nice to girls.” she smiled proudly before taking her son’s hand and walking out

“are you all always like this?” the principal scoffed, still holding his cheek from when he was slapped

william smiled, the same smile he had given to those kids he killed a night before, “what’s life without a little glitched out experience?”

the look he had given both of them created shivers as william walked away, heading towards his beautiful family’s direction

#🐝amelia.writes #michael afton headcanons #michael afton x you #fnaf michael afton #michael afton x reader #michael afton #michael afton scenarios #michael afton fluff #fnaf #fnaf fluff #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #fnaf x reader #tw cussing

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paradox-liveheadcanons · 2 years ago

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hiii a pleasure, could you make jealous headcanons for gokuluck? just as I saw what you did before with other groups I was wondering if I could get something similar for gokuluck :'33 thank you very much and rest well <3

Goku Luck Jealous Headcanons

Yuto Inukai -

Albeit being jealous, he feels guilty for feeling this way towards you. He didn't want to bother you about it and often keeps it to himself.

Whilst keeping it to himself, he kept making mistakes on the job, the Goku Luck members noticing and started pitying how he made more mistakes than normal and couldn't keep still (Kenta just lol'ed at the old man).

His more violent persona... on the other hand... is very honest.

A protective arm around your shoulders, he's lecturing you about how you weren't paying attention to him.

Despite being a bit aggressive with his words, it's kind of cute how he was jealous over something so trivial.

Promising that you'd pay more attention to him in the future, he tsk'ed and looked away muttering under his breath about how hopeless you are, though you could see his ears were bright red.

Ryoga Tosa -

He has trouble talking to you about it, often relying on his actions to tell you what he wants you to know.

Despite being hot headed and forward, this time he tries his best to tell you how he really feels. He's always been much more patient with himself when he's with you, doing his best to treat you well and talking to you as much as possible.

He has a habit of pulling and stretching his fingers when he's nervous; pulling at his fingers as he tells you about how he feels jealous when you're not focused on him.

A blush as bright as his hair flushed over his face and ears, his eyes avoiding your eyes.

It was refreshing to see his usually dominant and strong characteristic turned softer as he tries his best to tell you his feelings.

It was gap moe that would make anyone's heart flutter.

Shion Kaida -

An unexpected back hug and a head on your shoulder, Shion pouts as he stares at what you're focused on.

His silence nerved you for a bit, staying in that position he continues to stare silently.

"I'm sad you're not paying attention to me anymore..." He sighs as he plays with your hair, a pout still on his face.

He's not ashamed to let you know that he wants to be the centre of your attention.

Sighing, he sulks as he looks away, waiting for you to (hopefully) apologise and maybe he'll teasingly forgive you.

If you continue to ignore him, he'll probably start sulking for real to the point he'd annoy Kenta and Ryoga about it (complaining and smoking 10x the cigs he normally smokes).

Of course, he'll perk right up the moment you give him a kiss on the cheek as a silent apology, teasing about how you can't resist his charms~ (Kenta and Ryoga in the back like (⊙_⊙)( -_- ))

Kenta Mikoshiba -

The most tsundere of the group, he tries to act like it didn't bother him at all despite obviously seething over it.

He tries to distract himself, hacking into Inukai's data for fun, catfishing the girls messaging him on dating apps with Shion's pictures.

Despite his efforts, he still gets frustrated thinking about how you smiled more at the thing you're focusing on compared to when you're with him.

You were the first one to ask if anything was wrong, his pent up emotions exploding as he tells you how jealous he was.

Your shocked face made him immediately apologise for yelling at you, genuinely worried you were upset but your laughter made him feel more reassured you're fine.

His face flushes red at his confession which makes you laugh even harder as he tries to hide it under his hoodie.

You made sure to give him lots of attention after that.

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I'm back!!!

I hope everyone enjoyed this~~

I might be first priority on HC's for the new groups since they're quite popular!

I hope everyone has a great weekend. - 🐝

#Paradox Live #ParaLive #Paradox Live Headcanons #ParaLive Headcanons #Goku Luck #Yuto Inukai #Ryoga Tosa #Shion Kaida #Kenta Mikoshiba

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sacredsorceress · 3 years ago

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Know You Better || Bucky Barnes

pairing: 40’s!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: your brother’s best friend, bucky, rescues you at the dance club and walks you home, but you both have feelings that are a bit more than friendly

a/n: i have been on such a 40s!bucky x rogers!reader kick i’m so sorry but i hope you enjoy! reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2.0k

warnings: attempted assault, fluff

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1940

Listening absentmindedly to the brunette seated beside him, Bucky took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes trained on you dancing across the room.

He wasn’t sure if you had seen him when you walked in, but he sure as hell did. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as soon as he caught you walking into the establishment with some of your friends, not even taking six steps into the building without some guy asking you to dance. Although he was there with his own date- a girl he had asked out at the diner yesterday- he regretted it as soon as he saw you in that other man’s arms and felt his heart drop to his stomach.

He hated it- thinking that way about you- he knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. You were Steve’s sister. There were thousands of eligible ladies in New York and he just had to have feelings for his best friend’s little sister.

He should have seen it coming- he had always had a soft spot for you- getting into fights any time someone looked at you the wrong way, making up lies about his sister begging him to ask you to braid her hair just so he could see you without Steve there, and even the simplest things like knowing he laughed harder when you were there laughing along with him.

As much as he hated it, he wasn’t the only one who had seen it either- his mom teasing him that one day he was gonna settle down and marry that Rogers girl, him having to slap his hand over his sister’s mouth because he just knew the little punk was gonna let it slip one day- he was undeniably soft for you with only you and Steve being none the wiser.

Watching as the guy rested his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him, Bucky began to feel his blood boil. Who did this guy think he was anyway? He didn’t deserve to hold you close like that. He didn’t know you. He didn’t know you the way that Bucky did.

As the band continued to drone on in the background, Bucky began to grow tired watching the sight of you two together and was ready to head home until he saw you shake your head adamantly and part from the man, making your way to the far corner of the dance club where the bathrooms were situated, the man you had just been dancing with following behind you.

As soon as you left his line of sight, Bucky put out the cigarette he had been smoking in the ash tray. Cutting off the brunette whose name he couldn’t even remember, he pulled out his wallet, leaving cash on the table before standing up.

“It’s been nice, doll.” He said. “But I’m gonna have to go.”

Without another word, he shoved his wallet into his back pocket, striding over to the back corner of the building.

Swinging open the door of the bathroom, you saw the man you had just been dancing with waiting right outside the door in the tiny hallway just off the main room.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, bumping into the man you had never caught the name of.

“One more dance?” He asked.

Shaking your head, you chuckled nervously trying to push past him. “No, sorry. I can’t.” You faux apologized. “My brother’s waiting for me at home and I don’t wanna worry him.”

Just as you attempted to move past him, he pushed you against the wall of the dimly lit hallway and grabbed your hands when you tried to shove him away. Struggling in his grasp you jolted backwards as his head made its way into the crook of your neck.

“C’mon sweetheart.” He whispered. “The night’s still young-”

“She said no.” A familiar voice spoke up from behind him.

Feeling a sense of relief wash over you, you took advantage of the man’s distraction and shoved him away from you, Bucky grabbing him by the collar of his shirt as he stumbled into him. Shoving him against the wall you watched as Bucky’s face came inches away from the man’s.

“Listen man.” The guy said throwing his hands up in the air. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Yeah?” Bucky asked. “Didn’t look like that to me.”

“C’mon pal,” The guy chuckled nervously. “Just let me go and we can forget this ever happened.”

“Y/n?” You heard your brother’s best friend ask.

“Yeah?” You answered, standing up straighter.

“What do you think I should do with this guy?”

Wrapping your arms around yourself and checking the time on your wrist watch, you shrugged.

“I don’t know, Buck.” You sighed. “It’s getting late. Steve’s gonna wonder where the hell I am. I told him I was just goin’ to dinner.”

Heeding your words, Bucky pulled the man’s face closer to his.

“You got lucky this time.”

Once Bucky saw fear in the man’s eyes, he felt satisfied, throwing the man to the floor and watching as he scrambled to his feet and ran out of the hallway. Turning back to you, Bucky pulled the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, slipping one out.

“I could have handled that myself, ya know.” You said, still leaning against the wall.

Shaking his head, he scoffed slipping the cig into his mouth.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.” He said looking up at you, pulling a lighter from his other pocket. “You and your brother, Y/n... ya know... sometimes it would be nice to hear a ‘thank you’.”

You understood what he meant- Bucky was looking out for you just as he always had and as much as your pride hated to admit it- you were glad he had come to your rescue when he did.

Watching him bring the lighter to the cigarette that hung from his mouth, you shook your head.

“C’mon, Buck.” You groaned, snatching the lighter from his hand. “Those things will kill you.”

“There’s a war going on, doll.” He said plucking the lighter from your grasp. “I think a cig’s the least of my worries.”

Hearing the pet name slip from his mouth, you began to feel the heat rise to your face.

In all the time you had known James “Bucky” Barnes, you had heard him call dozens of girls that name, but never you. He had always called you by your name or teasing nicknames like “punk” or “kid”- never “doll”. That name was saved exclusively for girls you took on dates and kissed on the walk back to their apartments - not you.

But as he used the name on you for the first time, whether it was an accident or not, you felt butterflies floating in your stomach.

A part of you hated that you didn’t hate it and the other wished he would call you that again and again.

“James please.” You urged. “You know I hate the smell of those things.”

James.

As much as he loved his nickname, the sound of his first name falling from your lips was sweet as honey and so intimate he swore he would do whatever you asked when you said it.

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he shoved it back in the pack and into his back pocket, pulling up his sleeve to check his watch.

“You’re right.” He said, clearing his throat. “It’s getting late. Let me walk you back home.”

Following him out of the hallway and into the main room, the sound of the band still playing in the background, you spotted the man Bucky had just thrown out speaking to what you assumed was one of his friends. Adverting your eyes from him, you instinctively moved closer to Bucky, wrapping your hand around his bicep.

Feeling your touch against his clothed skin, his heart skipped a beat as he pulled open the door of the club, both of you moving outside into the cool summer night air.

“Why were you here anyway?” You asked, walking alongside Bucky on the sidewalk. “You have a date or something?”

“Yeah.”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach.

“But I wasn’t interested. I stopped listening to her story about her last date two minutes in.”

Just now realizing that you had been holding your breath, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sorry, Buck.” You apologized half heartedly, a part of you glad that his date with another random girl he had just met didn’t work out.

“S’alright.” Bucky assured you. “There’s plenty of better girls in the city. I’m walkin’ with one of 'em right now.”

Glancing up at your brother’s best friend beside you, you met his eyes and smiled.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were flirtin’ with me, Barnes.”

Gazing down at you, your face highlighted by the dim glow of the streetlamp illuminating the sidewalk, his breath caught in his throat. He didn’t know what to say next. You had been consuming his thoughts for months- years even- that now as you tested the waters he couldn’t find the right words to speak next.

He couldn’t risk losing you, but as he admired you in the soft glow of the moon shining above the apartment buildings, he knew he couldn’t risk not having you either.

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

Now the one speechless, you stared up at him, noticing the seriousness in his face- not a hint of his usual teasing smirk in sight.

Just as you opened your mouth, you watched as the light switched on in your apartment above.

Shoving Bucky against the wall of the building so he was out of sight, you looked up as the window opened and your brother’s head popped out.

“Y/n?” Steve asked. “That you?”

“Yeah!” You called. “I’ll be up in a second. I just gotta... fix my shoe.”

“Were you talkin’ to someone?” He asked, checking the sidewalk below you.

“What?” You asked, shaking your head. “I wasn’t talking to anyone. You’re hearing things- go back to bed before you wake up the block!”

With that you watched as your brother shrugged, moving himself back into the apartment, slamming the window shut. Emerging from the shadows, Bucky gestured towards the apartment.

“You’re lying to your brother now?” He asked. “You really don’t want to be seen with me that bad?”

Strolling towards him, you laughed.

“I love Steve, Buck, but sometimes he can be a bit too protective.” You said, grabbing the end of his tie. “I gotta go, but...”

Tugging on his tie, you pulled him towards you and when his face lined up with yours, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thanks for saving me, James.” You whispered in his ear.

As you dropped his tie from your hands, he stood up straighter, watching with wide eyes as you made your way back towards your apartment, throwing him one last glance over your shoulder with a smile before climbing up the steps and out of his sight.

Feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, fearing that he was blushing so hard anyone could see it even in the darkness of night, he held his hand up to the spot on his face where you had just kissed him, leaning back against the wall.

Feeling his heart thump against his chest, he knew he was done for.

A part of him had always known that his mother was right- that he was gonna settle down one day and end up with the Rogers girl. As much as he had dismissed it, promising “Ma, she’s Steve’s sister. She’s my friend”, he knew better. As he stood there leaning against the brick wall of your apartment building on that cool summer night, a part of him knew- as he would recount to you on your wedding day- that it was the end of the string of new girls on dates every other night for him and the beginning of the rest of his life.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes drabble #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes fanfiction #40s!bucky

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flusteredloser · 3 years ago

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subzero - beverly marsh x fem!reader

it fandom week: huddling for warmth

content warnings: mentions of intoxication, smoking, swearing, fire, harmless threats, inhaler abuse, enemies to lovers, also i’m making bev tall bc i love tall gals word count: 3k

at the ripe age of ten years old, you knew you wanted to become a mother. the appeal of bouncing children in your lap, tucking them into bed, and the empowering feeling of calming tantrums down was something you naively believed was your destiny. now, ten-year-old you was never wrong, you knew that. but what you didn’t expect was for your dream to come true at eighteen, stuck mothering six drunken teenage sons during a hailstorm’s power outage.

“edward. kaspbrak. i swear to god, if you do not go to sleep right now i will knock you out with your own inhaler.”

eddie groans at your words, still teeter-tottering towards the mattress. richie was already in bed, practically dead for a past half-hour.

thankfully, he didn’t wake up from his comatose state when eddie gracefully slammed headfirst into the bed. you held your breath as the bed shook under eddie’s weight. drunken eddie was already a nightmare, what more, an even worse nightmare when catalysed with richie’s antics. mike was slightly more useful. after throwing up in almost every sink in the house, he helped carry a very tipsy ben up the stairs and they were now both unconscious down the hall. bill wasn't exactly a disturbance, but he was incredibly determined to show us that he could play the piano right now if asked, that his skills were only heightened after dark. (the fact that bill had never touched a piano in his life, or that bev's apartment didn't even have a piano wasn't stopping him). bev was taking care of them in the other room, and based on the muffled conversation, was still trying to coax bill to sleep. you and bev being the losers’ designated sober pair for tonight was the worst idea that had ever occurred to anyone. ever. the eight of you agreed. if you needed something done, you’d never leave the two of you to do it together. but stan had explained that the rotation required the two of you to pair up tonight, no matter what. you didn’t quite understand the necessity of it but in all honesty, you’d rather put up with bev’s clownery than upset stan further. speaking of, you glance at the lump on the floor, peacefully swaddled and engulfed in the massive duvet. you should probably check on stan’s breathing later.

now, though, you still had one child left.

hearing the sound of an air pump go off from the bed, you walk back to eddie.

“but i’m so cold and i’m not even tired,” said eddie, his inhaler still jammed in his mouth.

“eddie, the power will be back in no time, and if you keep pumping that shit in your mouth, you’re never going to feel tired,” you sigh, taking the aspirator away.

“no, but seriously.” eddie continues, his eyes filled with sleep-deprived mania. “i swear, i’m like wide awake, i don’t even need sleep right now, it’s technically the morning and nO WHAT THE HELL-”

clutching the pump in your hand, you watch the white vapour shoot against eddie’s face. nothing but eddie’s exasperated coughing filled the room.

“i told you, i’m not afraid to use this.”

“i thought...you said...you were going to...knock me out with it,” eddie questioned between coughs.

you narrow your eyes at him, “you keep this up and i will knock you with it.”

“wow, you really are gonna make a great mother someday.” you let out a deep groan, turning to see where the new voice came from. leaning against the doorframe with a lit cigarette between her fingers was bev in all her smug glory.

“you know, after dealing with kaspbrak tonight, he makes you look like an angel,” you roll your eyes.

“hey!” you hear a muffled voice from under the blanket.

“go to sleep, pretty boy,” bev chuckles, some smoke escaping with her laugh, “i know it’s hard after seeing her troll face but you have to try.”

you rolled your eyes again at the two giggles in the room, shuffling around the bed, carefully stepping around stan’s body. you continue to walk past bev and into the hall.

the house was silent. no one lived here anymore but bev since you guys graduated, and since mr. marsh stopped residing here, the apartment had an almost peaceful quality.

walking past the guest room, you grin at the sight of mike, ben, and bill entwined together on the floor. oh, how much tamer this group would’ve been compared to the menaces next door.

you snatch your backpack from the living room sofa and dug through the pockets anxiously. searching against the walls of your bag and still finding nothing, you began to feel more and more nervous. “fucking hell, where is it,” you whisper. at this rate, you weren’t sure if the thumping in your ears was from the sound of sharp hail hitting the windows or your heart beating in your throat. you stand up in a deeper panic, aggressively patting your pockets up and down.

“you know, as entertaining as this is to watch, i almost feel bad.”

“bev..." you sigh. "i am not in the mood."

“why? too busy looking for your pack of camels?” you hear the sound of a familiar cardboard flap opening, “personally, i’m more of a marlboro girl but i mean, these work too.”

you spin around and storm up to bev, snatching the lit cigarette from her lips. “that’s mine?”

she smirks, “you left your backpack open, it was practically an invitation.”

“an invitation for you to go through my shit?” you hissed, dangling the ignited end near her face.

she snatched her cig back and mockingly dangling it back near your face, “yeah, a formal invitation for me to smoke off this monstrosity of a temperature. what do you want, an apology too? i can write you one asap, let me find bill’s notebook-”

taking the cig back once more, you snap. "you’re such an ass, bev.”

she grins, following closely behind you. she could feel the heat radiating off of your body, and she secretly hoped you’d accidentally stop in your tracks so she could run into you. in the name of transferring body heat and what not. shaking off these thoughts that were hijacking her brain, she makes a kissy sound, “c’mon, you know you love it.”

“mmhm sure, bev. because i’m really into girls stealing my shit.”

pinching the flame from the cig and dumping it in the tray, she leads the both of you into the supply closet. she chuckles as she leans against the doorway, leaving you feeling trapped in the tight room. you knew she was laughing because you insisted on going in first and now that you were the one having to get the stuff, but you didn’t quite register that the things you needed was on the top shelf. up high stood a high stack of blankets. and they looked like they could singlehandedly cure the subzero temperature.

clearly, you must have been looking up at the blankets for a moment too long because bev gave up and leaned forwards to grab the stack. the sensation of her flushed against your back was enough to make you dizzy, not to mention how absolutely warm she was. and of course... it was bev.

bev. the girl who you rolled your eyes at every day, the girl who taunts you at any given minute, the girl you would, and had, risked your life for. you guys never talk about neibolt, but sometimes you catch yourself thinking of what could have happened if it went south. if you hadn’t grabbed her in time, and if you didn’t switch places just before pennywise launched at you... absentmindedly tracing the scar down your stomach, you think of the absolute lack of regret you feel to this day. you always had this joke that you wanted to kill her, but how much of that was true?

“darling, did the cold already go and rot your brain?” bev faux-pouts, “not that there was much to begin with, but i’m still worried.” the stack of blankets was now under her arms with one stretched out as she began to wrap it around herself.

never mind. sometimes you did want to kill her.

by habit, you went on your tip toes in order to get to bev’s face, but she was already crouched a couple inches from your face. trying to keep your racing heart under wraps, you choke out a semi-convincing “don’t make me murder you, beverly.”

she grins back your serious face. "aww no, i couldn’t let you do that. the knives and other weapons are also stored up there.” she teases, slinging her arm around your shoulder and dragging you to deliver the blankets to the boys.

"oh, fuck off." you shove bev's arm off of you and walked back into richie, eddie, and stan's room. true to your word, you kneeled down to the floor and gently rolled stan’s head towards you. placing your two fingers against his pulse point, you giggle to yourself at the absurd action. if it wasn’t already obvious that he was indeed alive, he groans under you, but you shush him in time. lightly stroking his curls, you whisper. "i’m just checking up on you, stan,” placing the second blanket onto him. he groaned back.

quietly tip-toeing towards the bed, you tossed the other blanket over richie and eddie. “i swear, these guys would be dead already without us.” you laugh to yourself.

a dim light flickers from the living room and casts a light across the hall. you shut the door behind you as you leave, going into the living room to see bev on the sofa, engulfed in her own large fleece blanket. the only thing peeking out was her face and hands as her she alternated flickering her lighter's warmth on her fingers.

without thinking, you plop by her on the sofa. “whatcha doing there, you pyro?”

“it’s getting so fucking cold,” bev half-heartedly jokes. you can see her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, but her voice was so contradictingly soft it made your heart melt.

you extended your open hand to her and she stared at it. “blood oath part two? promise to never be sober again during a powercut?”

“i wish, and shut up. don’t play dumb with me, beverly.”

you notice the slightest tinge in her cheeks as she places her hand along with her lighter in yours. you immediately recoil at her freezing fingertips and the lighter clatters to the ground. bev rolls her eyes and shifts away, “first you want to hold my hand, secondly you’re acting like i have fucking HIV.”

“firstly, smartass, i’d still hold your hand if you had HIV-”

“aww-”

“because it’s a blood-borne pathogen so unless you bleed or shit or lactate on my hand, i’m safe.”

bev’s face scrunches up. “how romantic.”

“now shut it and give me your hand already.” you say, placing your palm out for her again.

now bev is the one rolling her eyes at you for a change. she gives you her hand, much slower this time though, careful not to have you pull away again. not having you pull away? why was this something she was considering?

immediately, bev felt the heat from your skin radiate against hers’, instantly igniting her skin in goosebumps. she instinctively gave you her other hand and you take with a soft smile.

“now...why the hell are you built like a goddamn radiator.” bev grumbled, rubbing her hands together under yours.

“well, i don’t see you complaining, do i?” you raise your eyebrows.

“i’m not mad...it’s just that it’s not like you need it,” bev says between chuckles, “you’re like five feet tall. not exactly a lot of surface area to heat up.”

“you’re such a dick, bev. you’re losing your hand-holding privileges,” you side-eye, pulling your warm fingers away.

she gasped, “oh, don’t you dare.”

“yes, i do. it’s not like i’m dying to feel your freezing hands on me, bev.” you desperately try to make the statement sound as sarcastic as you can, but it ends up coming out much shakier than expected.

even in the dark, you can see the glint of bev’s mischievous grin. “oh really? you don’t want to feel my freezing hands?” “is that a trick question?” you sigh exasperatedly, “because if you as much as-”

suddenly, you feel bev’s ice-cold fingers press against the skin on your ribcage and you immediately squeal. you clamp your hand over your mouth at the scare, you try and contain the others sounds that escape you as she further presses her freezing hands against your warm skin. scrambling away from her grasp, you slap the back of her head.

“you stop that right now or i will leave you on your own porch to freeze,” you threaten through gritted teeth.

“mmhm, like you would.” she teases, continuing to press the pads of her still-cold fingertips into your stomach.

you felt your heart rate rise significantly, to the point that you were sure that your unknown warmness was actually due to bev making the blood pump 10x more than normal. every braincell swimming inside your head was on the brink of short-circuiting at the feeling of bev’s hands dancing along the edge of your bra. what the hell is she thinking?

after a couple more rounds of her threatening to freeze your midriff and you threatening to crack open a window, you both surrender and allow her keep her hands clasped between yours, resting atop your chest.

“are you not getting any warmer?” you groan, forcing yourself to snap out of your own feelings.

“hey, you’re the hot-pack here. do you think i’m feeling any warmer?” she goes back to press her freezing palms against your stomach.

“no, no, no, do not do that again.”

bev sighs, “then what the hell am i supposed to do?” she sits upright and tightens the blanket around her head. shifting away from you, she shivers her way back into the other end of the sofa. “i’m dressed in triple the layers you are, moved around way more than you have, i’m even wearing this gigantic fleece eyesore-”

“oh for fuck’s sake just come back here.” you roll your eyes.

bev moves about an inch closer.

you feel your heart constrict in your chest and you let yourself say it before you could think it any further, “i said, come here.” you lift one of your arms and gesture for her to come closer. scooting your body near to the end of the sofa, it was clear that the space you made was so she could easily crawl in next to you.

“are- are you... you want me to-”

you’re sure your whole face has gone red. bev she already can’t stand you so why not just make it even more awkward, huh? you bit your tongue gently, calming yourself down. if bev didn’t know that you offered to cuddle with her just because you could, then that was her fault for being so daft. you sigh, resuming back into your deadpan state. “yeah, i can’t listen to another minute of your whinging.”

“no, i heard you, i just-” she stammers, looking equally red herself. you feel a huge tiny sense of pride as you realised you’ve rendered bev speechless. beverly marsh. speechless.

“what are you waiting for?” you tease, “a formal invitation?”

having the upper hand for once was refreshing, if not thrilling. being the one to tease her and watch her become flustered was something you wish could happen more often.

bev’s face breaks out in the softest smile you’ve ever seen. she slowly makes her way over to you, shifting her body close to yours without touching you yet. “is that too much to ask for? a formal invitation?” you let out an unexpected genuine laugh at her silliness and bev giggles in unison. this was different than your default laughter made of semi-amusement and sarcasm. she rests her weight against you, her cheek gently pressing into your collarbone. her fingertips resume their spot against the flushed skin of your stomach and your own cheeks turn red again. there wasn’t a functional reason for her to do that anymore.

“stop that before i regret this, bev.”

“there’s no way in hell you regret this.” she grins, followed by the faintest whisper of an “i sure don’t.”

you were about to reply and perhaps mention how you’d be okay with her falling asleep in your arms, that you could tolerate such juvenile behaviour. you know, in the name of public health and safety, but bev beats you to it.

“just let me warm up here for ten minutes, alright. then you can let go and i’ll sleep on my side right after,” she rushes out.

that wasn’t how you thought it was going to know. your heart sinks slightly at her words but you try not to take it personally. what else could you do? it was almost like a wake-up call, reminding the both of you that this wasn’t normal for you and bev.

after a minute or so, you found yourself absentmindedly weaving your fingers through bev’s auburn hair, gently combing it with your hands like you did earlier with stan. “you have such soft hair,” you whisper against her hair.

you hear her mumble against the blanket indistinguishably and you find yourself closing your eyes at the vibrations of her voice against you. if only bev wanted to stay here like this and this feeling between the two of you could last more than the next ten minutes. you let your eyelids drift down momentarily, and you smile at the thought.

just a couple minutes later, your mind jolts back awake, and your heart sinks at the thought of having to wake her up so she could move to her side of the sofa and sleep. you reach over to feel the ends of her hair between your fingers again, grounding yourself to this feeling one last time before bev had to wake up. once you peel your eyes open however, you immediately shut them against the bright light shining at you. was richie planning on abducting y’all in the middle of the night again? gently prying your eyes open for the second time, you notice the light is shining from the window. you sigh in relief.

wait. the window?

your eyes shoot open fully. the hail had stopped. and it’s day time.

snapping your head down to bev, you take in her figure still fit snugly into your side. her free arm rests across your chest, her legs were entwined with yours. ...and her electric blue eyes stare right into you. your heart instantly jumps into your throat as you scramble for excuses, fuck, anything that would keep you from explaining yourself.

instead, she shifts her body upwards so she’s fit even tighter against your side, placing her face into the crook of your neck. her lips were right at your pulse point, sending your mind spiralling at the thought that she could probably feel how fast your heart was beating right now. her lips move against your skin, saying something barely above a whisper.

“you tell anyone about this and i’ll fucking end you.”

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into-crazy · 4 years ago

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dress stays on

Just some hc's of you wearing a pretty dress that Arthur Fleck/Joker can't help but show you how much they love it and you in it. It’s a female reader insert.

I wrote these based on this dress that I wore the other day. Couldn't decide if I wanted to write these with Artie or Joker, so I went with both. Both is good, right? Let's just say it's because I envision them each reacting rather differently about the situation. I feel like Arthur would be more soft, shy & gentle. Whereas Joker would be more intense, confident & ravishing.

Warnings- Cursing, fluff, slight angst, mentions of insecure/self-conscious thoughts, sexual themes, NSFW, SMUT, ages 18+

Both photos are from @forever-fleck

Arthur (Pre-Joker)

Arthur stood silently at the bedroom doorway in complete shock. He walked in to see if you were set and ready to leave, but the sight had stunned him in place.

There in front of the mirror, you were fixing your attire. A short, very fitted dress. Light pastel purple with little white flowers scattered all over. The straps are self ties ones, and there's two long strings at the very front top. Tied loosely together over your chest. Absolutely perfect for a warm day.

At the very sight of you had his eyes widened and his heart swelled with an uncontrollable amount of adoration. A reaction in which you would always spark in him. But this- this is a first he's seen you in this particular dress.

He'd constantly ask himself how did he manage to get so lucky in finding you. Such a gorgeous and just as equally kindhearted soul, who loves him so much. He felt like he didn't deserve you, even when you'd remind him that he does. Then flipping it around and telling him that it was really him you didn't deserve.

You stood, quietly admiring in the mirror. It wasn't everyday that you felt good about yourself. But right at that moment, you did. The fabric hugged your body nicely in all the right areas, articulating your curves. Even your hair is done up a little neater today to compliment the look.

Soon you spot Arthur in the mirror behind. Giggling at his expression, you turn around and flash him a sweet smile. "Hey. So um, how do I look?" You ask, shyly placing your hands on your hips.

If it were possible, he could feel his chest swell up even more at your soft question. In all honesty, Arthur doesn't care what you wear. He found you beautiful in any and everything.

Though he never expects you to, he does very much appreciate that you choose to dress up so prettily for him. Asking him how you look, that you actually want to look good for him.

"Y-You," he stammers. Eyes roaming over your figure to take in every detail. "You look beautiful y/n. I mean- you always do, everyday."

It sparks the reaction you wanted. His cheeks are blushing as he's growing flustered. You knew he would like it. Butterflies flutter throughout your stomach at his heartfelt words.

Walking up to him, you lean in to place a tender kiss on his beautifully worn cheek. Feeling how his wrinkles deepen against your lips as he smiles makes your heart skip a beat. "Thank you Artie~"

It was a late morning filled with errands. Paying a bills, picking up Arthur's medication, and shopping for home necessities. Arthur never took his eyes off of you the entire time. The only times he was able to were when you walked together, hands interlaced as you bounced destinations. And even then were his eyes itching to turn and drink you in.

Though he didn't want to stare too long, he never missed an opportunity to compliment you.

"That's such a lovely color on you. It really brings out your eyes." // "You're always so gorgeous, my love." // "My beautiful y/n."

He adores that special smile you flash him. The one that's reserved only for him, and no one else.

Confidence looked amazing on you. A million times better than any piece of clothing you could ever wear. Your smile was bigger, and your eyes were brighter. He admires it. Treasures it.

He'd notice the long stares of other men that passed by. Greedy gazes roaming over your body, some even retracting with disgust and confusion once they'd seen you were linked to Arthur. He sees all of them, their ogling stares. It upsets him. Not only that, but most of them were better looking(he thought) and earned more money than him. These thoughts only worsening his insecurities, further hurting his self esteem.

You tried not to pay it any mind, avoid sparing those entitled-or any other- assholes the attention they want. Unless they got too verbal or aggressive, then would you speak up and defend. Otherwise, it never bothered you.

But it did bother Arthur sometimes. So when you catch the gazes in your peripheral, you'd squeeze his hand and cling closer to him in comfort. A silent reassurance he would accept. You only have eyes and a heart for him, you're not going anywhere.

NSFW (I would apologize but um, could you blame me? It's ARTHUR FLECK!)

The day was absolute torture for Arthur. Looking at you in that pretty little dress, made him hot under the collar and below the belt. He tried to push his lusty thoughts aside so that it wouldn't be obvious out in public.

But he couldn't help it. You have that effect on him. It didn't take much to get him going when it came with you.

How the fabric wraps your body, along with the exposed skin of your legs. The tasteful sway of your hips with each step you took. Neck and shoulders deliciously bared- he reminded himself to mark those up later, as the previous love marks had faded. It didn't help that you weren't wearing a bra, either.

The last stop, at the store, was the worst. When you bent down to grab something from the bottom shelf, the dress rode up a little bit and that was it. He couldn't think straight anymore.

He remained silent since you left the grocery store. Soon as you got home, he lit himself a cigarette and smoked it without saying a single word.

Initially, you thought something was wrong. Until you caught him intently staring at your legs, a hunger in his deep green eyes. You understood what he wanted. "Arthur."

Snapping out of his trance, he looks up at you. "Hm?" The startled confusion in his face makes you giggle.

"See something you like, sweetie?" You place your hands on each side of your waist, sliding them down your body to rest at your hips.

His cheeks were burning at having been caught. "I- uh, y-yeah I.."

You close the distance between you two, and press your lips against his lovingly. He eagerly returns the kiss, quickly stubbing out the cig to place his hands on your hips where your own were just a moment before.

"It's alright Arthur." Your breath mingling with his short and excited pants. Running your fingers through his curly brown locks. "What do you want, baby?"

He couldn't take it anymore, finally gathering enough confidence to voice what he wants. You're always understanding, loving, and nonjudgmental with him. So he never feels ashamed in telling you.

"I-I need you, but can you- can you keep the dress on? I want to take you in this so bad." He desperately clutched the soft material.

The pleading in his eyes and tone made you weak in the knees. You couldn't deny him. You never did.

You ended up straddling him on the worn sofa. His pants and underwear lowered down at his ankles, your dress hiked up and panties tossed aside as you rode him.

He loved everything about it. Your lovely breasts bouncing with each rock of your hips, hardened nipples poking through the fabric. Watching his length disappear under the dress with each thrust as he rocks his hips up to meet yours. The delicious sounds of ecstasy dripping from your lips. It really got him going.

You loved it just as much. Drinking in the moans, pants, and whimpers that left his lips. His calloused hands grazing, squeezing, appreciating, and claiming your body. Even clothed, he made you feel naked.

Continuously exchanging breathy I love you's and praises while you worshiped each other's bodies.

"I love you so much y/n." // "F-fuck, I love you!" // "Keep going, please don't stop, keep going!" // "My gorgeous girl, you're so fucking beautiful."

"I love you too- ah- I love you!" // "I need you so bad." // "Don't hold back baby, let go!" // "You always make me feel so good." // "Arthur! Oh fuck- Arthur!"

You both will definitely be doing this again. Many, many times more often.

Joker

It was a real bummer you were home alone this morning. Joker's been gone since late last night, taking care of some task on his havoc-wrecking agenda. Which was alright, he'll come back later. Safe to you.

In the meantime, it gives you the opportunity to run out and take care of a few errands.

You stood in front of the mirror, fixing your new attire. A short, very fitted dress. Light pastel purple with little white flowers scattered all over. The straps are self ties ones, and there's two long strings at the very front top. Tied loosely together over your chest. The perfect fit for a warm day.

Quietly, you admired what you saw in the reflection. It wasn't everyday you get to feel good about yourself. But right at that moment, you did. The fabric hugged your body nicely in all the right areas, articulating your curves. Even your hair is done up a little neater to compliment the look.

Joker would definitely love this. Your eyes lit up and your cheeks blushed at the thought. You love dressing up for him. Not that he expected you to. He found you absolutely drop-dead gorgeous in everything. As long as you're comfortable, he didn't care for something insignificant like clothing. You're always beautiful to him.

He does very much appreciate that you choose to dress up so prettily for him. That you want to.

You couldn't stop the smile from forming up your cheeks. Excited to see his reaction, and the anticipation of what could follow~

A few hours later, you're opening the door to your place and instantly knew Joker was there. You could tell from the smooth music emitting from the radio, and the faint lingering smell of a freshly lit cigarette.

Soon as you shut the door, your clown lover excitedly came over to greet you properly. "Y/n! My girl, I missed you so mu-"

He stopped directly in his tracks at the very sight of you. Taken aback, his eyes roaming over every inch of your body.

But you wasted no time in rushing over to hug him tightly and kiss his red lips. Immediately he returned, drawing you in closer and kissing you feverishly. He really did miss you.

You stayed there in each other's arms for a moment, basking in the warm embrace. You buried your face in his chest while his went to your hair. Breathing in the all familiar and comforting scents of one another.

"Mm, I missed you." He hums, pulling back slightly to look at you.

"I missed you too, baby. So much."

His hands remained on your hips as his gaze roamed over you again. "This is new." He rubbed the soft material adorning your body.

"Yeah, do you like it?" You pull away to show him. Running your hands along the front to smooth it out.

"I do. I like it a lot. You always look so gorgeous, darling. Hey, do me a favor and turn around for me. I'd like to see what the back looks like." He grins cheekily with a mischievous look in his eyes.

You shyly spin, granting him a full view of your form. His eyes lit up and his chest tightened with the vast amount of love and affection he felt just for you.

"How does it look?" You ask innocently.

"Absolutely stunning." He loves how easily he could make you blush.

Joker relaxed on the sofa to smoke a cigarette while you put away the groceries you'd brought. He liked to tell you all the details of what he did while he was out and you almost always enjoyed listening.

He didn't take his eyes off of you while you moved gracefully around the kitchen.

To this day, he still wonders what he's done to deserve you in his life. You love and accept every part of him. And for that he cherishes you. He'd do anything for you, just as you would for him. Within a shared, perfectly synced heartbeat.

NSFW (Mhm, ya'll knew this was coming)

Just by simply watching you move about did Joker feel himself heat up.

The fabric hugged your body, showing off your wonderful curves. Your creamy legs are exposed along with your neck and shoulders, skin deliciously bared. His mouth began to water with how much he's craving to taste you. He noticed your previous love marks had faded, he took note to take care of that very soon. That way everyone in Gotham knows who you belong to. It didn't help that you weren't wearing a bra, either.

His naughty girl. Going out onto these filthy streets in that pretty little number. Showing the terrible and undeserving city folk what was his.

Joker is very protective over you, after all. It wasn't because he didn't trust you, he trusts you completely. It's just the thought of other men ogling you which made him seethe.

Guess he'd have to get started on those marks right away.

"You know," he huffs blowing out a long drag of smoke, "I really do love that dress on you sweetheart."

You met his ravenous gaze from across the room. "Oh, do you really?"

"Mhm. Come here." With a cig in one hand, he uses the other to pat his red pant leg. Signaling he wants you on his lap. "Let me show you how much."

You immediately go right over and he guides you onto him. With your legs on either side of own, straddling him.

Ever so gently, he guides his hands along your body. Taking his time in appreciating and showing his love for every part of you. Caressing from your waist, to your stomach, down to your hips and thighs. Even giving the areas you're most sensitive/self-conscious about extra attention.

You absolutely love his hands and how he touches you. His beautifully worn hands always igniting a fire in their path. Leaving you squirming in his grasp. It didn't do any good that he wasn't kissing you either. Denying you the sweet taste of his lips.

"Sit still, kitten." He chuckled. "Don't wanna get any paint on the fabric, now do we? It'd be a real shame to stain such a pretty dress."

"Screw the dress! Please, just kiss me. I need your mouth on me."

He smiled smugly at that, loving to see you like this. "So eager for me. Patience baby, we'll get there. Now, hold still while I unwrap my gorgeous little gift, hm?"

Soon, his touches got firmer and his breathing picked up. You felt his erection through the layers of cloths and began to grind onto it. This earned you a strained hiss from his lips.

"Damn baby girl, I think I wanna fuck you in this." He contemplated. "Yeah, I want to fuck you in this."

He quickly undid his pants and helped you sling out of your panties. He slid his pants and underwear down far enough to release his aching member. He didn't want to waste anymore time, he had to be inside you and you had to have him deep enough inside where you could feel all of him.

Joker thrusted into you as you rode him. He was very well infatuated with watching his length disappear under your dress. In watching your beautiful breasts bouncing with each rock of your hips, your hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric. Your loud and lovely sounds of pure ecstasy. He couldn't get enough of it.

You could feel his hard grip on your hips. How he held onto you and squeezed you. The way he took control and pounded into you relentlessly. The groans, grunts, and harsh pants leaving him music to your ears. His gravelly moans having your eyes roll back each time.

He finally took to undoing the straps on your shoulders. Letting the dress fall to bunch at your waist so he can attack your skin with his lips. Kissing, licking, sucking, and biting marks into your flesh. Getting his paint all over your exposed skin. Decorating you in an array of red, white, and a dash of blue.

"Mm, just like that babydoll. Ride me. Fuck yeah, ride me." // "My good girl, always so good for me." // "I love you. Fuck y/n, I love you!" // "You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Daddy loves your pussy." // "Tell me who you belong to."

"Oh god- Joker!" // "I love you baby, I love you so much!" // "I need you so bad. Fuck me harder!" // "You always make me feel so good, Daddy." // "You! Oh f-fuck- I belong to you and only you. I am yours."

Oh yeah, this was definitely bound to happen again. That, you were both sure of.

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lost-in-the-80s · 4 years ago

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You Don’t Want My Love - Chapter 6

Pairing: Duff McKagan x reader

Words: 3,286k

Summary: Guns n Roses hires a new tour assistant, but nobody thought that Duff would fall for her.

In This Chapter: It’s time for Duff to tell this story

A/N: This chapter will be a Duff's pov. His thoughts will be in italics.

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We stopped for a second, looking at each other.

Reaching forward, I put a lock of her hair behind her ear.

She's so beautiful! I wonder how her lips would taste like…

I licked my lips at the thought.

Control yourself, Duff! My conscience yelled at me.

“Y/N.” Tom’s voice broke the moment, making me roll my eyes internally. “Are you coming?” He pointed to the elevator.

What a good time to talk, Tom!

“Yeah, just a sec.”

She looked back at me with a small smile. “Good night, Duff.”

Fuck it!

I leaned down, kissing her cheek lightly. Her perfume filled my nostrils making it hard to move away from her. “Good night, Y/N.” I finally breathed out, seeing her walk away.

God, I'm so fucked!

"God you're so slow" Axl passed by me, rolling his eyes.

"What do you mean?" I furred my eyebrows, following him.

"Ask her out already." Izzy said, entering the second elevator with us and pressing our floor's button.

"As if it was a simple thing!" I leaned against the mirror on the wall. "You remember how she reacted the last time one of you idiots decided to give a little push" I made fake quotation marks with my fingers.

"Let's just say it was the wrong way to do that." Izzy glared at Axl, who looked away from the mirror in which he was fixing his hair.

"What!? I was using the opportunity!"

"Yeah, and it worked so well…" Izzy said sarcastically.

"At least I tried! What did you do?"

"What did I do? I was the one who convinced her that he wasn't an asshole! Remember?" Izzy crossed his arms, leaning against the metal wall.

"Okay, take it easy. You're acting like a married couple!" I turned around, looking at myself in the mirror and throwing my jacket over my shoulders.

The doors opened and we started walking down the corridor.

"See you guys tomorrow." I said, listening to their responses before entering my room.

"Ah, shit!" Sitting at the edge of my bed, I ran my hands through my face.

Kicking off my boots and throwing the jacket on an armchair I laid in bed, gazing at the ceiling with just the city lights illuminating the place.

"How did I get myself to this point?" Lighting up a cigarette, I took a long drag.

I knew the answer. And the answer was that there wasn't an answer. It just happened.

I still remember the first time I saw her. She entered the dressing room in a light pink skirt and a white blouse. Her eyes were slightly widened, as if she needed them fully open to be able to understand what to do.

Gosh, she looked like an angel. Completely different from what I had expected.

When the label called saying that they had got someone that wouldn't get distracted by us, I thought they would send an old lady, not someone pretty like her.

Later on that day, I entered the room and she was there alone, complaining about something in a low voice, causing a smile to appear on my lips.

She started stuttering and I thought that it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

There was just something about her. The way she talked and her facial expressions, they just captured my attention all the time.

Whenever I heard her voice I would stop and pay attention, because I wanted to learn more about her. She fascinated me, but I couldn't tell why.

Well, that was just the first week. Then she and Steven talked one day on the bus, it was casual, and I was listening of course. He asked what she was reading about and she started telling him these airplane accident stories, and at that moment, listening to her voice, I knew, I had fallen for her.

During the first weeks, I didn't know how to make conversation. She was from a completely different world and I didn't want to scare her away or look dumb.

She seemed just too perfect and I was afraid that my interests wouldn't be enough to entertain her.

But then Izzy happened. He was always the quiet one, which means he had a lot of time to pay attention to the others, and he surely noticed the way I was acting.

"You look like a psycho." He said before drinking from his beer. We were backstage and she was on the opposite side of the room, making a list of what we needed her to buy.

"I can't help it." I puffed some smoke.

"Is it that bad?"

"You have no idea, Stradlin." I turned around, getting a plastic glass and filling it with vodka.

"Talk to her then." He turned his head back, facing me.

"Easier said than done."

"Come on, man! You're not shy!"

"It's just that…. Fuck…. Look at her!" I turned around, pointing at her with my glass. "She's not like us."

"So what?"

"I can't fucking sit in front of her and say 'are you into motorcicles?' I fucking know she's not! I wouldn't be able to hold the conversation."

"Well, then ask about something that you know she's into." He put his glass on the table. "She's always drawing or reading something.. ask her about those. Tom said she graduated in fashion, ask for fashion advice or some shit."

"You know what, you're right!" I placed my glass with the cig on the table, seeing that she was leaving the room.

Walking fastly, I found her in the corridor. "Mind if I go with you?"

She jumped a little, startled by my presence. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine." She smiled and I forgot what I had apologized for.

"Are you sure you want to come along? I'm just going to Walmart. It's going to be boring."

"Nah, it's not going to be boring," I started walking, leading us towards the exiting door. "Plus, I'm a professional shopping cart driver."

That was the first time I got to spend time alone with her, and it made me even more sure about what I was feeling.

After that, I started trying to talk to her every day. I'd ask about what she was listening to, what she was drawing and things like that. When there wasn't anything to ask about, I'd ask her about her favorite griffs and listen to her talking for lots of minutes, even though I wouldn't be able to remember any of that.

She was sweet and dreaming. God how I love the way her eyes always sparkle when she talks about something she loves.

She was delicate and light. Always in a good mood, always trying to be serious and have a firm grip on us, and falling miserably after a few minutes. She was too nice to be strict with anyone.

But I knew she was out of reach. She would never be interested in someone like me. And every day I wanted to get away from her and detoxify myself from her presence in my mind. But then I'd wake up to her voice and I'd forget completely about those plans.

It was becoming hard to move on with the basic tasks. I'd think of her before going to bed and I'd wake up doing the same. I'd try to stay with her the most I could and when she was away I would be thinking if she missed me in the way I missed her.

And then it became too much to hold. Izzy thought I was just interested in her, but he could never imagine that was loving that chick.

So I decided to talk to someone. I needed someone that wouldn't judge me and that could be nice to me in this situation. So I talked to Steven. And that was the worst decision I've ever made.

The next day, all the guys knew about it, and that's when this fucked up plans about putting the two of us together started.

I didn't need their help. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to ask her out, but I was waiting for a good moment. I'd ask her to go out for dinner or something natural, something that wouldn't scare her away.

But of course, nobody thought in the same way as I.

I still remember that day by the pool. Steven had come up with the idea, and we all agreed. I remember that I didn't think much of it, but that was until I saw her in a bikini.

I tried my hardest not to stare. I knew I'd make her uncomfortable if she noticed my gaze. But damn, that was hard to ignore.

I was thinking that that was one of the best days of my life. Not because we were the most requested song on the radio, but because she hugged me.

That was the first time she touched me. Our skins touched and I couldn't help but feel that that's how they were meant to be.

The afternoon arrived and we went for a walk through the city. That city was so fucking boring! Even the record shops were lame, and I was so afraid and she'd think it was boring too and would decide to go back to the hotel.

So when I saw that car/bike rental shop, I grabbed the opportunity with my two hands

To feel her pressed against my back, her arms circling my waist… man! I couldn't even put into words how I was feeling.

But just like everything good lasts for little, she wasn't feeling well, and we went back to the hotel.

A part of me was concerned about her wellbeing. But another part had the impression that her headache was just an excuse, that she had hated spending the afternoon with me and just wanted to stay away from me.

Then my amazing friends came with the brilliant idea of throwing a party. I knew that was the worst idea ever, but if that would mean that I could see her again that day, then I was down for it.

That could've been a magical night. But I drank too much and had to stay away so I wouldn't say some stupid shit to her.

The room was full of women, but I could just look at her. The way she danced to that stupid ABBA song made my heartache and I yelled at myself internally not to approach her.

And then came that truth or dare game. I still don't know who came up with that, but I hate that person!

Axl, just like always, couldn't hold himself, so he dared her to kiss me. Ahh, how I hate that moment!

I remember the way she looked at me, and how startled she seemed when she realized I was looking at her. How uncomfortable she felt and how her cheeks grew red with embarrassment.

If I was sober, I would've punched Axl.

But a small part of me had hope. Hope that she'd say yes, we would kiss and I'd ask her to go on a date with me.

And then she answered, I still remember how sober her voice was when she said that she couldn't.

Couldn't. That's a funny word. When you can't do something, it's because someone or something is stopping you from doing that. And nobody was doing that.

Don't. That's what she should've used. She didn't want to do that. And it broke me. She didn't want me.

And I don't know why I got so surprised. That was obvious. I had been feeding a fake hope for months, but deep down I knew that it wouldn't ever happen.

And then everything became numb. I didn't hear the music, nor what they were saying. I just saw her throwing her shoes at someone and leaving, but I didn't have the energy to go after her and apologize for my friends.

So I just got up, getting another bottle of vodka and allowing myself to drink until I could forget about the reason why I was drinking.

The night went in a blur. I just remember parts of it. A chick paying Tommy Lee a blow job during the truth or dare. Someone hitting a chandelier and Izzy taking a photo of me with it. Me yelling for everyone to leave the room at 4 am.

The next morning I woke up with a terrible hangover. Looking to my side there was someone. She had the same hair color as Y/N and for a brief second, I thought that she had come back to the party and we had finally got together. But then I saw it wasn't her, it was a groupie.

She woke up and I asked her to get dressed and leave. I tried to be calm, but I know that was rude on my part. But fuck, if I saw that chick there for much longer I'd start yelling at me. Y/N has always said about how she wouldn't be into a guy who sleeps with a different woman every night.

But what was the meaning of feeling guilty for that? Sleeping with groupies or not, she'd never want me.

So I decided to recover from my hangover. Searching inside the bedroom I found another vodka bottle and I allowed the burning sensation in my throat to distract myself from her.

I couldn't even look at her that day. Every time I heard her voice or saw those eyes I remembered that she didn't want me, and it made me feel ten times worse.

And then that stupid dude came around. Checking her up and down and looking at her all the time.

It made my blood boil.

I wanted so bad to get up, push him against a wall and start beating the shit out of him. But I couldn't, so I just found more vodka, but nothing seemed to distract me anymore.

They could be the perfect couple, I could tell that. The type who has 2 children and lived in Bel Air. Just the thought of the two of them together made me clench my fists.

He announced he was leaving, and I thought I'd have some relief, but he had to ask her to accompany him.

I wanted to stay cool. I wanted to stay in the dressing room and get ready for the gig, but I couldn't control myself anymore, and when I realized I was opening the exiting door.

The two of them were talking, I heard him asking her out and only God knows what I wanted to do to him at that moment.

I told him she couldn't. I wanted him to tell me that I didn't talk for her or some shit like that. I wanted him to give me a reason to punch him. But he decided to be polite.

He left and she asked me why I had talked to him like that, and it drove me wild. She was defending him? In front of me?

I can still picture the way her eyes lost their shine and how she dropped her shoulders at my words. I hated myself for making her feeling like that. But I was too drunk to think straight, so I just left.

I stopped talking to her after that. I was too upset, and I didn't want her looking at me like that again, it would just make me hate myself even more. So I kept my distance.

During the first weeks of the pause, I refused to go out. I just sat inside my new house, drinking and missing her.

But Slash was a good friend. He showed up telling me how pathetic I looked. Making me go out and live a little.

I opened up with him.

"I'm feeling like shit, man!" I said before drinking from a beer bottle. We had gone to The Rainbow.

"You need to start thinking dude! Y/N is not the type of chick you'll get in a truth or dare game…"

"You say as if that was my idea." I glared at him.

"What I'm trying to say is… she's different. She's not around you 'cause you're in a band. Just be nice to her and then ask her out for some romantic shit." He gestured with his hands.

"You talk as it was simple," I finished the bottle, placing it on the counter. "and even if it was, she probably hates me now anyway."

"Bullshit!"

"No. I mean it, man! You don't know the way she looked at me that day. I hurt her."

"Hey raise that head!" Slash said, making me look from the counter to his face. "She's into you, you just need to show her that you're nice again."

"Oh yeah, of course, she's into me." I said sarcastically.

"You're really stupid, aren't you?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "You need to pay attention to the way she acts around you, you're the only one that makes her get clumsy and shy."

He drank from his bottle. "Plus, she looks at you in the same you look at her."

Those words got stuck in my head. He was right, I had never seen her nervous around the others. Maybe she was into me.

But still, I had fucked things up that afternoon.

That day I decided that I'd be my best version to her when we got back from the pause. I wanted her to see how I'd be with her if we were dating, and maybe, if she thought I was good enough, she'd give me a chance.

No pressure, no "plans". I wanted it to go natural, as smooth as it could be.

My guilt for the way I talked to her got twice as big when Izzy told me they had met and that she thought it was her fault.

How could she think she had any fault for me being an ass? Dude! I don't deserve this girl. But still, I wanted her.

Thank God Izzy was a good friend. Managing to make her feel calm and even see my asshole attitude as something from the moment.

After that, I was anxious about returning to the tour. I couldn't wait for a chance to be close to her and listen to her cute accent.

And then I saw her, I was at the airport with the boys, she was far away, but it was enough to make my heart miss a beat.

She was even prettier than before. She clearly enjoyed the pause and I just wished I had been there to enjoy it with her.

Asking her for a hug was a bold move, but I had to try, and it was worth it.

Smelling her perfume and feeling her hugging me put me in such a calm state that for the first time, I didn't freak out about being on a plane.

And now I had lost the perfect opportunity to kiss her, all thanks to Tom.

Maybe it wasn't the most romantic way to do that, but I could feel that tension, the same tension that was created when we hugged before. As if the two of us were finally back home.

Looking to the side I checked the time, 3 am. Fuck. I had been thinking about her for hours now.

Getting up, I stripped off my clothes, getting under the covers. I could still feel her skin pressed against my lips if I concentrated enough, and it was enough to send me to sleep, wishing that tomorrow we could spend more time together.

#harley writes #you don't want my love #duff mckagan #duff mckagan fic #duff mckagan fanfic #duff mckagan imagine #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses fic #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses x reader #gnr #gnr imagine #classic rock imagine

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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❛ MY GUARDIAN ANGEL ❜

Headcanon.

with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Request: Hey!! ❤❤❤ Can I please request for our Bishop prompt #9? Something angsty with happy ending? Thank you so much love!! 💕💕💕

Prompt:

9. "I'll find her/him and bring her/him home, I promise."

BY @supervalcsi

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.1k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl ✨

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Your little sister has always been a good girl, responsible, kind and well-mannered. Until she met a wannabe gangster from Santa Madre.

She altered into a mess. She began to skip classes, come back home late at night drunk, and started to shout at you for whatever shit.

You couldn't stop her from sleeping out of your house some nights. Because she was used to escaping after losing sight of her just for a second.

Until you noticed that she hadn't appeared for the last two days.

You were worried. She is the only family you have and you have been trying to protect her, since your parents died.

Not knowing where to look for her, you decided to call the only person who could help you.

Obispo Losa.

And the Mayans.

The prospect has prepared you an infusion, to make the wait less anxious. The other men are coming, leaving in the background whatever business they were taking care of, to attend you. Having a long sip from the mug between your trembling fingers, the noisy engines become louder as they get closer. Putting the drink on the coffee table while the door is getting opened, you can see Bishop taking off his glasses. You are about to cry, collapsing in tears when his arms surround you.

“Come with us, querida”.

Tranq, Taza and Riz follow you into the Templo, sitting at the large table by his side. The older one offers you a hanky to clean your tears. El Presidente holds your free hand, urging you to look at him.

“Tell me everything you know”.

“I ju—just… know they're call—called something like… guards, guardians… or maybe keepers. I do—I don't know, Bishop”.

The man raises his eyes to the Vice.

“Yeah, guardians. They're from a hood of Santa Madre. I heard about them. Illegal parties, alcohol to minors… Nothing to really worry about”.

“Until now”. Tranq puts it on the table, being irrefutable.

“I will find her, and bring her home. I promise”.

Bishop caresses the back of your hand with his thumb, leaning forward to press his lips on your temple with a gentle gesture.

While the Mayans made some calls and went to search her out, you stayed at the clubhouse, waiting for some good news.

You didn't doubt that they would find her, but you were truly desperate.

Tranq is the first one in having some information, leading the crew to the tunnel to cross the border without being seen for prying eyes.

Two cars are waiting for them in the desert, escorted by another club. Friends who were going to help them.

When the Mayans reached the hood, they were ready to do whatever they should do.

With the guns kept behind they're kuttes, the men step out from the cars parked in front of the house. Some guys are sitting on the porch, looking at them somewhat confused, standing up over his feet. One of them comes into the house.

“We're looking for a kid”. Taza says, stopping at some inches from the stairs.

“There's no kid here, viejo. Go with your kinks pal' carajo”. He makes his friends laugh, until who seems the guy they are looking for appears on the scene.

“Carlos, right?” Bishop says taking some steps closer. “Where is Ana?”

“¿Quién es Ana?” The mexican asks, raising his chin.

El Presidente chuckles bowing his head. Grabbing his loaded gun and placing his fingers around the other's throat, he tucks it into his mouth.

“No me hagas perder mi tiempo, chamaco”. He grunts, pushing him against the wall, keeping the gun inside the cavity. “You fucked up with the wrong girl”.

Angel found her. Carrying your sister unconscious between his arms, Coco covered her with his kutte. She was cold, high, with a deplorable look.

“Take her to Grace”. That was everything that Bishop said.

Ezekiel rode you from the clubhouse to Grace's place.

Two hours later, Obispo was riding to Grace's place, with his shirt covered by blood and his knuckles reddened.

The woman stopped you before coming to the zone habilitated for people who want to kick the habit.

“Listen. She's okay, (Y/N). I helped her to take a shower and gave her clean clothes, but I need her to stay for three days”.

You just nod, crying inconsolable and anxious to see your sister. And your heart breaks into pieces when you find her lying inside a cage. Her body curled in a fetal position. The tears running through her cheek, shaking and scared. Kneeling close to the door, you tuck a hand in, trying to reach here.

“Ana…” You mumble calling her attention.

Your sister raises her face. You can notice some bruises on her bottom lip and another darker covering his right eye. She jumps to you, holding your hand with her while her cry becomes louder between apologizes.

“Shh… It's oka—It's okay… We will be okay”. You sob caressing her cheek with your other hand into the cage.

“A friend of mine will come to check her. He's a doctor”. Grace narrows your shoulder, showing you a soft smile.

You were outside sitting on a bench, smoking a cig and trying to calm yourself, when you heard some motorcycles coming closer. On the horizon, you distinguished them.

As soon as Bishop stands up from his bike, you run towards him, welcoming you into his arms. You can't help but break in tears again, tightening his grip around you with your fingers getting tangled on his shirt.

“They will not bother her anymore”. He whispers into your ear, pulling himself away some inches.

Noticing the drops of blood on his neck, you tour them with your fingertips and a disgusting sensation inside your chest.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, sweetheart. I'm okay”. Shaking his head, he cups your face onto his hands to kiss your forehead. “We will be okay”.

Even so, the guys insisted on keeping Ana in the clubhouse, after the three days in the dog kennel, to watch her out while you were working.

Bishop had a talk with her, just like your father would have had, making her see the efforts you have been doing since that tragic day.

She told you how sorry she was, how wrong, how stupid she behaved. She promised you a change. A come back to the good times.

But she also asked you to talk with Bishop about you two, about your feelings.

El Presidente is inside the Templo, alone and seeming thoughtful, immersed in some Mayans business. He doesn't notice your presence, until you close the door, raising his confused gaze watching you walking so secure towards him. Talk about feelings? You probably would end up running away before saying a single word. Narrowing his eyes, Bishop gets up from the front chair at the table, waiting for something.

Your lips crashing against his, for example. Your fingers getting tangled on the back of his head. And all the love you feel for him being shown with that simple gesture.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #bishop losa #bishop losa imagine #bishop losa x reader #obispo losa x reader #obispo losa

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anarchist-billy · 4 years ago

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Thigh fucking, you say? pt. 2

At the suggestion of @tracy7307, I’ve put together what I’m sure is not a comprehensive list of fics that feature the highly underrated sex act otherwise referred to as Intercrural.

I’ve split this into two parts - Part 1 contains all fics under 5k, and below you can find all fics over 5k.

Bottom Steve/Billy connotes whose thighs are being fucked.

Be Okay by XxmerthurcatxX

5.7k - Bottom Billy

Billy finds himself on a date with King Steve himself. It's been ten years since Billy high tailed it out of Hawkins and never thought he'd get a second chance with the boy he could never forget.

sweet to taste (saccharine) by OurLadyofPerpetualWallfflowers

6.2k - Bottom Billy

Billy wanders into the woods to beat the summer heat.

Steve goes into the woods to beat some monsters.

They wind up with an entirely different situation to beat.

Steve Is Too Nice For This Fetish by 3_idiots

6.1k - Bottom Billy

“Uh,” Steve paused. Sexy but mean, sexy but mean--”You’re a… dirty boy.” Billy groaned in the oh-dear-shit-why-way instead of the oh-baby-yes-way and flopped his head down onto Steve’s shoulder. **** Billy has a humiliation kink, Steve is trying.

Paper Bag by mrharringtons

6.6k - Bottom Billy

Billy almost crashes his car, finds an abandoned kitten, and ends up raising it with Steve. -

It's a little life in his hands. And the small twisting, nagging feeling itching beneath his skin is the same as the one that made him pick up that bag in the woods in the first place.

"I know you're not a bad guy, Billy," Harrington mutters, like he's been thinking about it. Billy expects to meet his eyes, but Harrington is looking at the cat. "She can stay here no problem. She's yours. I'm just helping out."

"Why?"

Harrington shrugs. Knocks a knuckle against Billy’s knee. Like that was normal.

"I like helping. Makes me feel good. Like I'm doing something meaningful with my life. Kind of the only thing I'm good at."

get my love caught by Highsmith (quimtessence)

7.1k - Bottom Steve

"Listen," Hargrove says. The tone has Steve reflexively snapping to attention. "Can I buy you a cup of coffee, or, like, a hot beverage of your choice?"

Steve should say no. He's about to say no.

He doesn't say no.

(Or, Steve and Billy meet again, after four years.)

don't want you to get it on (with nobody else but me) by brawlite & ToAStranger

8.5k - Bottom Steve

It all starts with a game. Two truths and a lie.

Billy's not sure how it got them here, his hands around Steve's wrists, pinning him to their door, his thigh wedged between Steve's as they pant into each other's mouths.

Earlier, they had been at a party.

Press Your Space Face Close to Mine, Love by moonflowers

8.5k - Bottom Billy

Hargrove looked about as sour as usual, brow furrowed as he glared at the kids, hair mussed from the standard issue helmet that came with the suit. Steve couldn't shake the thought that Billy had somehow heard his thoughts about how fucking glad he was that they weren't stuck on the same ship, and torn his way across space purely to piss him off. Honestly, he wouldn’t put it past him. He must have felt Steve staring at him, because his attention snapped up, locking on to Steve with his usual unwavering intensity. He looked about as pleased to see Steve as Steve was to see him.

Paint it, red by CeruleanHeart

8.6k - Bottom Steve

"That's a pretty color..." Billy repeated and stepped closer, crowding Steve against the door "... for a pretty boy."

Steve and Billy run into each other behind the arcade. When Steve mixes up his lighter with a lipstick Nancy forgot at his place, Billy decides to mess with him a little bit. After all, what's prettier than a pretty boy with red, red lips?

But as usual when Steve and Billy meet things escalate, only this time in an entirely different way. And soon Steve discovers a new, darker side of himself that's both alluring and unsettling.

The Yard is Full of Shards by Deep_South

9.4k - Bottom Billy

Steve spent the first month after That Day in perplexed confusion, still teased and tormented by Billy’s body, which always seemed just out of reach. At first the selective reveals and concealment of Billy’s skin seemed circumstantial. Billy would always insist that they meet in the dark shade of the woods; he kept the lights off in Steve’s room; and he only climbed into the backseat of either of their cars at night. They were all places where Billy’s body remained shadowed and occluded, with only small glimpses afforded by the weak filter of the moon, or what little light streamed through Steve’s window from the lamps out by the pool. Steve had figured Billy was being carefully paranoid about being seen by others, of being seen with Steve. It took Steve longer than he’s proud of to realize that Billy didn’t want to be seen by *him.*

OR: A lifetime of abuse has left Billy with scars that run deeper than Steve could ever know.

Bright by Kerasines

10k - Bottom Steve

Steve's face looks golden in the light of the setting sun, and when he drops his eyes from where he was holding Billy’s gaze, his eyelashes paint shadows on the light flush of red in his cheeks.

He looks so fucking pretty that Billy’s breathless with it. Doesn’t know what to do, just holds still and can’t tear his eyes from his face as Steve leans in close, too close, to put lotion onto the front of his shoulders, rubbing it in carefully, so carefully, as if he’s trying not to hurt Billy. Touching Billy’s chest, staring at it where it rises with every shallow breath under Steve’s hands.

Then he looks up, straight into Billy’s eyes, and Billy’s sure his brain stops working for a second.

Quick Note: The Following fics are over 10k, so I can’t speak to how strongly intercrural is featured in them, but I’ve included them because it is definitely in there. :)

paint a picture of the days gone by by socknonny

15k - Bottom Steve

The doctors find a way to save Billy thanks to the drugs Steve and Robin were spiked with by the Russians. But something goes wrong... Now, Billy can barely remember his own name, and who the fuck is this pretty boy in front of him? Why does he feel so important?

break up with your girlfriend ('cause i'm bored) by thecopperkid

15k - Bottom Billy

@umissedconnections: Bambi eyes. m4m. i was rippin cigs in the sae p-lot. u made urself puke 2 make room 4 more beer. incredible? ur my hero PLS say ur into guys

* Steve finds he has a secret admirer who's continuously hitting on him via his university's Missed Connections Twitter account. // Tommy and Billy are the worst roommates ever.

your life is a perpetual insomnia by Buildyourwalls

54k - Bottom Steve

After the Mind Flayer takes Billy away, Steve is trying to get on with his life. Until one day a mysterious letter comes in the mail and he embarks on a journey to find Billy with Robin, Dustin, and an orange VW van named Betty at the helm.

A story of love, found family, and a whole bunch of Scoop Troop witticism.

Pretty Broken Boys by Stranger Ships (Imaginary_Boyfriend)

97k - Bottom Steve

Christmas break is over and Billy decides to try turning over a new leaf during his last semester at Hawkins High. Will Steve notice (and perhaps reward) his efforts, or has Billy already burned too many bridges?

(i will try to tag authors later. i don’t know everyone’s tumblr handles, and tumblr gives me a lot of grief when i try to tag people anyway, which i’m too tired to deal with rn, so i apologize)

#harringrove #harringrove fic rec #lemon

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sushiburritonoms · 3 years ago

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@ofcoming4th requested from the AU fic list:

43: falling in love with their best friend’s partner au

There's many characters I can see cheating, but Din and Luke aren't two of them. So have soft pining and breakups instead.

They could all hear Bo screaming at the top of her lungs at Din in the parking lot next to the bar, even over the obnoxiously loud bar music. Thankfully it was loud enough so he didn’t hear the exact words, but the rage and shrill peaks of their argument still made their way over to Luke. He slumped further into his seat, cradling his right stump close to his chest, and did his best to pretend he heard nothing.

Wedge made no such effort. His boyfriend was leaning towards the slightly open window with Boba. “It’s the kid argument again,” Wedge said with a shake of his head. “Damn, Din, you gotta let that go.”

“He needs to dump the bitch,” Boba growled. “I’m sick of him putting up with this shit.”

“Agreed,” Cara said from her seat across from Luke. “It’s fine if Bo-Katan wants that child-free life, but don’t keep Mando from it if that’s what he wants.”

Fennec took another sip of beer. “How did this even come up? I thought we all agreed not to talk about crotch droppings and other domestic shit.” She had arrived late, just in time to see Bo-Katan drag Din out by his leather jacket.

“Crotch droppings,” Cara snorted. “Ha--good one.”

Boba pointed a finger at Luke. “Fucking Skywalker’s fault.”

Luke sighed. “All I said was that I was watching Ben this weekend.” He slumped further into his seat when he saw Wedge twitch at the mention of his nephew.

Ok, maybe it was his fault. Children were a sensitive topic for both Bo-Katan and Wedge and he’d already had a massive row with his boyfriend earlier about his agreement to watch Ben for the weekend. Luke knew better. But when Din had asked what his plans were he’d just let the words slip out of him. Truth was, he liked having Ben around. He couldn’t help it if Wedge was uninterested in playing Uncle to an (admittedly difficult) child.

More than that, it wasn’t fair to Luke. Leia and Han deserved a break from being parents once and a while and there was no one else his sister could turn to besides him and Chewie. Chewie was in Oaxaca for the month visiting his family, so that left Luke. He’d already arranged it so he would watch Ben at Han and Leia’s house, leaving Wedge alone in their apartment for the weekend. What more did his boyfriend want from him?

There was more shouting outside--this time it was Din’s voice. It must have been a bad one if Din was raising his voice enough for them to hear it.

“This is why I keep my gay ass out of the whole family conversation,” Cara sighed. “Kids are more trouble than they’re worth.”

“Kids are fine. Dealing with parents is the real nightmare,” Boba said, surprising them all with the seriousness in his voice.

“Kids are expensive, loud, needy, and too much work,” Wedge countered. He wasn’t looking at Luke but he felt tense all the same. “I can reason with adults more than I can with kids.”

“HA! You’re telling me you’d rather put up with Solo than his kid?” laughed Boba. “I’ll take Solo Jr any day.”

“I happen to like Han,” Wedge grumbled.

‘He really doesn’t’, Luke thought sadly. Han and Wedge were barely cordial these days. Maybe once, back when Luke and Wedge were still flying together in the same squadron, but now that Luke was out of the Air Force and living as a civilian things were strained between his family and Wedge.

Basically, everything about Luke’s life was wrong since his accident. Losing his hand turned out to be the easiest thing to adapt to because he’d had lots of physical support from his medical team, his liaison with the VA, and his family. Sure, his prosthetic wasn’t great, but he’d adapt, and now that he was out of the Force he could smoke his pain away. Nobody expected him to get a job right now and the inheritance from his mother was more than enough to scrape by.

What he hadn’t adapted to was the new strain in his relationship with his boyfriend. Wedge was still enlisted and could be redeployed at a moment’s notice. Their apartment on base meant that Luke was constantly surrounded by the life he’d been abruptly ripped from and it hurt to see men and women walk by in blues or to hear the screech of fighter jets constantly overhead. He felt like a damn military spouse, buying food at the commissary every Friday and getting sucked into random conversations about the rising price of beef. He knew that Wedge desperately wanted Luke to reconsider the Force’s offer to transfer him to the USAF Test Pilot School down at Edwards, but he had no interest in retraining for aerospace. He wasn’t smart enough for NASA or SpaceX either.

He wasn’t a hotshot anymore. Why was he still living like a parody of one?

Luke came back to himself when he felt Wedge squirm beside them. “I think they’re done,” he said quietly. Luke listened and sure enough, he heard nothing but country music belting from the bar’s stereos.

“Do you think he’s coming back?” asked Cara.

“The bitch better not,” Boba hissed.

“Maybe someone should go check to see if they’re gone?” Fennec suggested. “Otherwise we’re paying for their tab.” The table groaned.

“I’ll go,” Luke said as he stumbled to his feet. It was his fault Din was in this situation, to begin with. He looked to see if Wedge was going to argue but the other man was already focused on trying to badger someone to play darts with him.

That used to be their thing before Luke lost his throwing hand.

Fuck, his life was pathetic.

He marched out of the bar, dragging his jacket behind him. The cold autumn air hit him like a slap to the face as he stepped outside. The sun was gone and the only lights around were the bar and one sad streetlight several feet away from him. Luke squinted as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he looked around for a familiar black leather jacket or blue dress. “Din? Bo?”

A flicker of light appeared at the edge of his vision and Luke turned to see Din lighting up a cig while leaning against the wall of the bar. “She’s gone.” There was no emotion, no heat, behind his words. The only thing illuminating Din was his lighter and it cast shadows that distorted his face, hiding his facial features like a mask. It was hard to see if he was truly upset by Bo-Katan’s absence or not.

“I’m so sorry. I knew better than to bring Ben up--”

“You did nothing wrong.” Din took a deep drag. “Don’t apologize.” Din leaned his head back and Luke could hear the soft thump as he hit the brick wall. “You wanna…” Din held up his cigarette carton and let his words trail off.

“Sure.” Luke struggled to pull on his jacket one-handed but Din waited patiently until he was covered. He let Luke pull out a cigarette before he put the carton back into his pocket and pulled out his silver zippo so he could light it for him.

Luke promised Leia he’d try to cut back, but every time he went out to a bar the cravings hit him like a tidal wave. There was something about being in a dark loud bar with friends that made him crazy for the first rush of nicotine in his system. As he took a long drag he almost moaned at the sensation of smoke curling up deep inside of him. It seeped out of his nose and dragged with it the minor aches and pains that he constantly lived with. That was probably why Din kept it up too. You could watch a tiny bit of your life pull away from you and curl up into the evening air.

They were silent for a good long while, just taking turns blowing smoke and listening to the raunchy laughter of the servicemen and women inside. If not for the ever-present awareness Luke had of his missing hand he could almost pretend this was a year ago, before his crash, when Din and Bo-Katan were having a good patch and contemplating marriage. When Wedge still looked at Luke like he wanted him and when he could just fly away from all his problems. Just him and the endless sky.

“She’s really gone,” Din said finally, breaking the silence and Luke’s self-pity. He flicked away the butt of his cig and turned to look at Luke. “It’s over.”

Fuck. Luke took one last greedy hit before he stomped the rest out with his shoe. “I’m so, so, sorry.”

“I’m not.” Luke could see Din’s eyes tracking him in the darkness, carefully watching his reaction. “We should have ended it a long time ago. I knew she was never going to change her mind about getting married and starting a family. That’s just not Kryze.”

Luke couldn’t imagine Bo-Katan as a mother either. He’d never wanted to frankly, and had never seen what Din saw in her. It wasn’t just because he was gay either. “She didn’t deserve you anyway.” On this, the entire friend group was in agreement. Din had lousy taste in women and men.

“Cliché, Skywalker,” Din teased him. “Are you gonna offer me some wine and chocolate next?”

“Nothing wrong with drinking wine,” Luke shot back. He had a bottle back ...home.

Home with Wedge. Luke’s face fell as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

“Hey.” Din nudged Luke with his shoulder. “You ok?”

“That’s supposed to be my line.”

Din shook his head. “You look like shit.”

“Thanks.”

“Is therapy going ok?” Din looked concerned now and Luke was overcome with a wave of affection. Here was Din, freshly dumped by his long-time girlfriend, and yet he was worried about him.

“It’s going.” Luke waved his stump for emphasis. “Still waiting for my cosmetic hand. You know how the VA is.” Incompetent and full of red tape.

“It’s been six months,” Din said with a frown.

Luke shrugged.

“Can’t Wedge pull some strings for you?”

“He’s a Captain, not a miracle worker.” Plus that would require Luke and Wedge to actually talk about his missing hand instead of dancing around it.

“You’re not talking to him again, are you?” Din’s fingers twitched and he knew that the other man was longing for another cigarette. But they were both trying--and failing--to quit so he probably would stand in pain until the craving completely overwhelmed him...five minutes from now.

Luke sighed. He knew Din would see right through his answer. They’d known each other for years now since Luke first hooked up with Wedge after Iraq. Din had been one of the few friends that bothered to visit Luke in the hospital right after his crash. He’d come as often as his duties would allow, bringing him magazines, snacks, and plenty of base gossip. He’s been Luke’s lifesaver and after he was finally discharged he found himself dragged into Din’s orbit more frequently, standing next to him as they held up the walls of every bar in town with a cloud of smoke. Din knew the basic details of his deteriorating relationship with Wedge; more than anyone else except maybe his sister.

“There’s nothing left to say,” Luke finally admitted. Nothing that they hadn’t already dissected, fought, and screamed over.

“Luke.” He felt Din’s hand on his shoulder and he looked up into sympathetic brown eyes. “You two either need to get some help or finally end it.” He lessened the harshness of his words by offering another cigarette to him with his other hand.

Leia was going to kill him.

Luke let Din put the cig in his mouth and light it for him. The intoxication of the smoke and the closeness of his friend made him dizzy and lightheaded. Din reeked of smoke, leather, and stale beer, and yet it was comforting all the same.

“We never talked about any of this,” Luke admitted. “I never thought I’d leave.” Except maybe via a body bag. He knew Wedge felt the same way, as did nearly everyone in Luke’s squadron. That’s why their visits had been short and performative after his accident. His squadmates pitied and feared him...and he didn’t blame any of them for that.

“Well, I’m done.” Din lit up and turned to blow the smoke away from Luke’s face. “I’m done with all of this shit. I’m discharging and going back to college.”

“Y-you...really?” Luke stuttered. He knew Din’s IRR was almost up but he just assumed he’d re-elist like all of their friends. “You’re gonna leave Boba and Cara?”

You’re gonna leave me?

“Fett, Dune, and Bo are lifers. I never saw myself extending even this long. That last fight, it wasn’t just that I wanted a family and Bo-Katan didn’t. She’s committed and this is just a job for me.” The look on Din’s face was peaceful. He met Luke’s confused eyes with calm focus.

“Oh.” Luke didn’t know what else to say. Good on you? Good luck?

Din sighed. “Wedge is one of them.” Din jerked his head towards the wall of the bar. “He’s never gonna leave until they give him the boot. You know that right?”

Luke nodded wordlessly. Until he lost his hand he’d thought he was one of them too.

“Look, I’m not gonna tell you how to live your life. Just do me a favor. You listening?” Din paused until Luke squirmed uncomfortably and nodded. “Try to put yourself first for once in your life. You deserve more than this too.”

Then Din stepped away. He threw the end of his cig on the floor and stomped it out. “I’m gonna head out. You can tell the others everything, I’m sure they’ll all be thrilled.”

Luke shook his head to try to find his voice again. “Hell no, I’m not telling them you’re leaving!” Fuck that was going to be a disaster conversation.

Din laughed. “Ok fair enough. Just tell them about Bo. Cara will owe Boba $50 so she might as well get paid now before the idiot spends it all on booze.” Then without waiting for Luke to reply, Din started to walk towards his bike with his hands in his pockets.

Luke watched as Din walked away, with his head held up high. He looked lighter already. Letting go of Bo-Katan must have settled the anguish that had permeated his entire being for months now. It was strange, Luke had grown used to seeing Din with slumped shoulders and downturned lips. Whenever he had visited him at the VA, he’d always looked so beaten. But now, he was walking away like a new man.

More than that, he looked like the old Din again. The one Luke had once found very attractive before he’d gotten too involved with Wedge to notice other people around him. It was like watching someone reappear in his scope of vision while he was in the cockpit of his fighter, or like watching a bird reappear from the clouds.

“Din!” Luke shouted. He watched as the other man turned back. He meant to say something appreciative, a thank you for the smokes and the advice. Instead what slipped out of his lips was, “I’m taking Ben to the zoo this weekend! Do you want to come?”

He didn’t know what exactly possessed him to say that, but it was worth it to see Din’s face break out into a real honest-to-god smile. “Yeah, sure. Text me!”

He watched Din until the man disappeared with a loud roar of his Harley, until his cigarette was ashes in his fingers and he felt his own smile finally fade away.

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Canyon Moon

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WARNINGS FOR CHP. 2: swearing, mild drug & alcohol use, brief mentions of death

CHAPTER TWO: wish i could get to know you

The two of you pull up to your buddy Mike’s place, a small, hole-in-the-wall studio.

Harry parks the car and gets out to open your door, although he waits for you outside to tie your boots.

“How’d you meet this guy?”

“Oh, Mike? We can’t really remember the first time, I’ll tell you the story with him when we’re inside.”

You hop out of the car and grab his hand, swinging it back and forth as you walk up to the front, hearing soft music playing already.

The two of you reach the door and Y/N swings it open, yelling out,

“I hope you’re ready because mama wants a tattoo.”

Harry shakes his head and tries to hide his grin as he turns around to shut the door all the way.

“You’re fucking stupid,” A male voice laughs out, looking up from his sketchbook. His feet are propped up on the counter, and of course, he is littered with tattoos.

“Mike, this is Mr. Ferrari, Ferrari, Mike,” you introduce, waving your hands between the two.

“I saw that fuckin car, I was like ‘who the fuck is coming to me in that?’” Mike exclaimed, snapping his fingers.

“Hey, mate, I’m Harry,” Harry says, leaning forward to shake Mike’s hand while giving you a look that makes your head drop to the floor and your heart skip a beat.

“Nice to meet you, dude. I’m Mike, Like your tats,” Mike says, getting up from the chair behind the counter.

He leads the two of you over to his station, getting all his supplies laid out as you hop into the leather chair.

“So what are you getting, Y/N?” Harry asks, sitting in a chair near you.

“This extremely intricate design that’s going to take lots of mental power, and, of course, only gives me a few hours notice,” Mike teases, kicking the bottom of your chair.

“It’s just this geometrical thing I saw on a Tarot card a little while ago, it really stuck out to me.” You explain, pulling the card from your purse.

“Oh, cool.” Harry nods, picking up the card, only after looking at you for permission, of course. He holds it lightly by the edges, being sure to be gentle with it.

“‘S not gonna bite you, baby,” you giggle, knocking your knee against his, biting back a smile at the way his head shoots up.

He grins at you, knocking his knee back while setting down the card carefully on the table.

“I know, but I know these cards are special to some people, want to be gentle with em,” he says softly, twirling his pointer finger ring.

“Some decks are, but these are very relaxed. You don’t have to treat em like glass.”

He nods and blushes slightly, looking away for a second to hide his smile.

“You done flirting so I can start?” Mike asks, removing the transfer paper from your inner right forearm.

“You’ve had sex on my living room floor, I’m allowed to do whatever the fuck I want after that,” you say, shuddering slightly at the memory.

“Fair point.” Mike nods, beginning the design.

“So, um, Y/N said that you guys can’t remember how you met? I’d love to hear the story.” Harry jumps in, eyebrows raised at your last statement.

“Oh, fuck,” Mike laughs, dipping the needle in more ink. “I think it needs to come with a warning that I spent pretty much the entire year of 2015 drunk. She says we met at a Tame Impala gig but I have no such memory of this happening.”

“It did happen! You gave me your number because I kept bugging you about your tattoos but it was to this random mom in Philadelphia, who did not appreciate me calling her at 3 am.”

“Anyways,” Mike cuts in, rolling his eyes, “We officially met at a New Year’s Eve party later that year that my wife, Maggie, hosted. Y/N and her ex came and proceeded to break up right before the ball dropped, and she made out with my sister instead just to piss him off.”

You let out a laugh and cover your quickly turning red face with your hand, peeking through your fingers to gauge Harry’s reaction.

“Wow.” He acknowledges, eyebrows raised and fingers pinching his bottom lip, glancing back at you. His lips quiver slightly as he tries to hold back his laughter.

“Alright, haha, very funny. The ending to this, BEAUTIFUL, story, I must say, is he gave me this tattoo the next week and the rest is history.” You gesture to the sunflower bundle inked on your thigh, before puckering up your lips at Mike, who, without even looking up, shoves your face with his other hand.

“Honestly, Harry, I’d run while you can. There’s never a dull moment with this one, that’s for fucking sure.” Mike advises, rolling his eyes when you smile widely.

“I’m starting to learn that,” Harry laughs, eyes trained on you.

The three of you go into a comfortable silence, the only sound being the tattoo gun whirring and your occasional whimper at a sensitive spot.

A thin line of sweat has slowly covered your body, and Mike notices, scoffing.

“We’re gonna take a quick break. I’m gonna go get a cig when you get calm, back in 20,” He says, stopping the machine and leaving the room quickly.

“So, uh, you guys have quite a fun dynamic,” Harry comments.

You take a deep breath and look to him, your mouth closing at how he’s positioned. It’s been about an hour at this point, and he’s shifted in his seat to a more comfortable position. Leaned back against the chair, legs spread open, arms resting behind his back, it wasn’t helping your situation.

“Yeah, he’s like my older brother. His sister is great too,” You mindlessly say.

“I’ll bet,” Harry smirks, nodding slowly.

“Hey, quit it. You get to have fun with pretty girls and so do I.”

Harry clears his throat at your boldness and adjusts his positioning, changing to lean forward on his knees.

You get up to grab two water bottles from the mini-fridge under the counter, offering one to Harry when you sit back down.

Drinking about half the bottle, you let out a sigh, trying to get your shaking legs under control.

“What’s your shirt say?” You ask, still having not figured out the small black text.

“Oh, it says ‘Treat People With Kindness’. It’s kind of my motto, or slogan, I guess. Most of my merch says either this or the abbreviation for it.” He tells you, hands going down to pull the shirt away from his chest.

“That’s really nice, Harry.” He glances up at you with a small smile on his face, nodding slightly.

“Bit egotistical wearing your own merch, but hey, who am I to judge?”

He rolls his eyes and bumps the bottom of your chair with his foot.

“Why’d he stop? You don’t seem to be freaking out to me. Maybe a little sweaty,” he teases, not realizing what he’s asking.

Groaning, you lean your head backwards towards the ceiling, hating yourself for what you’re about to say.

“Got a bit of a pain kink so I’m... overwhelmed, let’s say, and Mike hates that about me.”

Harry lets out a breath of air at this and you turn your head to look at him.

Your slight leg tremors are now starting to click, the blown out pupils, and swollen red lips from how much you were biting them.

“If it makes you feel better, I had to get a tattoo on live television and to this day, I still see zoomed in photos of my eyes from it online. At least they make the process fun.”

Your jaw drops and you lift your head up.

“Alright, Harry, shit,” you mutter, wiping the sweat off your brow. “Always got to one up me.”

He looks shocked at this and mockingly puts a hand to his chest.

“Says you! From the minute I met you, you’ve continued to surprise me with everything you say.”

“Okay, Mr. ‘I sang with Stevie Nicks and cruise around Malibu in a beautiful car’.” You say, blushing slightly from his words.

“You sang with Stevie Nicks?” Mike asks, walking through the door.

“Yes! He’s a musician, let’s play his album. What’s it called?” You jump up, slapping your hands on your thighs.

“Harry Styles, it’s a self-titled album. You can listen to it later if you want, I mean, we don’t have to-“

You shut off his rambling quickly.

“I wanna hear your voice! Also self-titled, we love a man with a big ego,” You tease, getting up to get the iPad that controls the music.

Typing in his name, you raise your eyes at the number of streams he has, clicking on the album and playing the first song, ‘Meet Me In The Hallway’.

“You’re quite pretty, Harry. That’s some gorgeous cover art.” You comment, pretending to examine it further.

“Oh god,” he laughs, tucking his chin down to hide his face a little bit.

“Okay, Y/N, shut up, sit your ass down, so I can finish this and you can listen to the song properly.” Mike points, making you put the iPad down and come over.

The song hypnotizes you for a second, trying to zone out and listen to it.

“Shit, Harry, you are fucking good.” You mutter, hand going to your mouth at his talent.

“Thank you,” he whispers, looking almost nervous at your reaction.

Your jaw stays open pretty much the entire song, each note making your eyes go wider or glance at Harry, trying to figure out how he is this perfect.

“Is it too soon to propose?” You ask, his voice slowly fading in the background as it changes to the next song.

He laughs and scrunches his nose slightly before telling you, “Just a tad.”

The next song starts playing, and you’d be lying if tears didn’t fall.

Trying to play it off, you look away and wipe your eyes. Mike glances up at you and stops for a minute, rubbing your arm slightly and giving you a squeeze. You tap back on the table and he nods, feeling better that you gave him an okay.

“Fuck, sorry, this is a lot. Crying on the second song, phew. Hope you’re doing good upstairs, Harry,” You laugh, sniffling a little.

“Don’t apologize, please. Music brings up a lot of emotions, I feel so honored that you’re reacting to it so strongly.” He says, rubbing your knee slightly,

“Should I cry a little more then?” You tease, smiling at him with damp eyes.

“Boost my ego a bit, maybe,” he smiles back.

All of a sudden, the song climaxes, and your jaw drops once more.

“Holy shit, Harry! Do you have anything wrong with you? My god.” You shake your head, in disbelief over him.

“I mean, I am always traveling, so there’s that. But other than that, I’m pretty much awesome,” he pretends to boast, fake popping his collar.

The song shifts to Carolina, which Harry tells you after you ask as soon as it starts playing.

“She’s such a good girl, she feels so good. Am I hearing that right? Just wanna check,” you recite the lyrics slowly back to him, moving your free arm around.

Harry looks away, pretending to check out the pictures on the wall behind him.

“Are you gonna be like this for every song?” Mike asks, and you nod happily, bumping your head to the beat.

Almost the entire album plays while Mike is tattooing you, all with varying reactions of either, ‘Harry!’, ‘Is this real?’, ‘I’m gonna start crying’, or ‘this is the sexiest shit I’ve ever heard’. Without fail, you ask him the song name when the first few notes start playing and he tells you it, sitting quietly and smiling at you getting so happy over his music.

Mike finishes wrapping you up and goes to the back to find some healing products for you as the final notes of Woman play, and you swivel in your chair to face Harry, knocking your knees against his.

“What’s the next one called?” You ask, so in awe of the man sitting in front of you.

“From the Dining Table. ‘S the last one. Quite an emotional one.” He says back, smiling sadly at you while playing with his rings.

You nod in understanding as it starts, coming to sit next to him and leaning your head on his shoulder, so drained from the last few hours. He wraps his arm around you, tucking his head over yours.

The song goes by without a noise from either of you, sans a few sniffles that made Harry squeeze you a little tighter.

After it ends and the two of you sit there in silence for a while, you say quietly,

“I like how at the end the music swelled when you wanted them to call you, and then it cut out. That was pretty powerful.”

He nods, the movement moving your head slightly.

“I like that part too.”

You pull away from him and look at his face close up for a second, trying to read him.

“Thank you for sharing this with me. I mean, obviously not with me, but that you let me freak out over you. You’re really special, Mr. Ferrari,” you whisper, brushing his hair out of his face.

“So are you, Y/N,” he mumbles, eyes flickering to your lips for a second.

“You paying cash or card?” Mike’s voice cuts through the air and the two of you jump apart, feeling like teenagers.

“Um, card,” You say, standing up with your purse and heading to the counter to pay.

Mike rings you up and you grab a hundred from your wallet to tip him with.

“Ah, I remembered why I like you,” Mike smirks, grabbing the bill from you.

“Stupid,” you mutter, giving him a hug goodbye.

“Oh, before you leave, I’m throwing a party this Saturday, Harry, you’re welcome to come as well,” Mike adds, gesturing him over.

He moves from his spot against the wall to stand next to you, a hand resting on your lower back for a second before dropping to his side.

“Thank you, I’ll have to check and see but I’d love to come. It was great meeting you mate, might have to set an appointment up in the future,” He smiles, shaking Mike’s hand once more.

“Hell yes, brother, I’d love to. Great album, by the way. Can see why Y/N brought you by.” Mike crosses his arms over his chest and looks at you while he says this.

“Alright, shut it down,” You snap your fingers at him, glaring slightly. “I’ll text you later, loser.”

“Get out!” He yells, making you laugh as you drag Harry away.

“Need help with your bag?” Harry asks as you exit the shop, the cold air biting your bare legs.

“I’m good, thank you though.” You swing the bag so it hits his butt just to see the way he jumps and runs away from you for a second.

“Hey! No hitting the driver!” He scolds, wagging a finger pointedly.

“We haven’t even gotten in the car yet!” You argue, coming to a stop in front of his car.

“Doesn’t matter.” He shakes his head and grins at you when he unlocks the door, immediately reaching for yours to open it for you.

“Thank you.” Your voice came out as a meek whisper and you cleared your throat after he shut the door, trying to shake out your butterflies.

He plops himself down next to you and pats his hands on the steering wheel for a second.

“Do you want me to drop you off at your van or your apartment?” He asks, turning to face you.

“Trying to kick me out?” You questioned, laughing at his expression.

“Van’s fine. I’m probably just going to write, I’ve got some stuff to do for a friend.”

“Is there a name for the beach? I’m not sure I remember how to get there,” Harry admits, opening up Google Maps on his phone.

“Not really but I can just find it on the map real quick, I’ve been in this position way too many times.”

He hands his phone over and you find the cove in less than twenty seconds, handing it back over.

“So where are you from? I’m realizing you tricked me into spilling my guts without telling me too much about yourself.” Harry questions, hand going up to scratch his chin.

“I grew up kind of all around California, my family was always traveling so I was homeschooled for all my life. Only child, because we were pretty broke and I was a ‘happy accident’,” You quote, laughing at your mom’s phrasing.

“Aren’t we all really?” Harry grins, shrugging slightly.

“I think so. Anyways, my parents died when I was 15 and that really made me get my shit together. I moved in with my best friend, Laura. Graduated high school early and just worked my ass off for a couple years. Bought Miss Sunflower and renovated her, traveled through America for about a year and a half before moving here with Laura. She and I got an apartment together and just have kind of figured life out since then. She works at a record label and I’ve been working as a part-time songwriter since I was 16, mostly just helping out whenever an extra person is needed or they need some extra little sad sprinkles in a song.” You explain, taking a breath after you finish your little rant.

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I know your parents would be very proud of you staying true to your roots.” Harry sadly smiles, rolling up to a red light at the perfect time. He leans over to give you a quick hug and you graciously accept, whispering a little ‘thank you’ in his ear.

“It’s been a rough grieving process but I’d like to think they are. Please don’t pity me though, it sucks, yes, but life could be so much worse. I’m lucky to have the people in my life that I do,” you explained, picking your nails nervously.

“I completely understand. I lost my stepdad last year and being there for my mum was the only thing that kind of kept me going,” Harry sympathizes, twisting one of his rings around his hands.

“I’m sorry as well,” you murmur, taking his hand and holding it.

“Yeah,” Harry exhales harshly. “Life’s a bitch.”

You giggle lightly, nodding. “That she is.”

The two of you sit in silence for the remainder of the drive back, listening to the ocean waves and the sounds of your breathing.

Harry parks his car next to your van and puts it in park, leaving the headlights on.

“Thank you for coming with me and sharing all of this, you really know how to make a girl feel special,” you blush, tucking a loose curl behind your ear.

“Thank you, Y/N. I feel like my whole view on the world has shifted so much in the last few hours,” Harry gushes, and you have to turn away to smile for a second.

“Come on,” you mumble, hiding your mouth with your hand.

“I’m serious! I know we just met but I really like you, I’d love to continue this. And I need to listen to you play still, not fair I only got to hear from far away for a few seconds.”

“I’d definitely like to see you again, but it’s a harsh maybe on the playing,” You nod, biting your lip to stop the smile from plastering itself on your face.

“I can give you my number if that works, but, like I said, I’m always here.” You offered, gesturing to your car.

“Number works great. And I’ll let you have your spot, I don’t want to take it away from you,” Harry pulls out his phone to give you his contacts.

“No, please come join me, with friends too! I need to share this little bundle of joy,” You hope to pursuade him into visiting this spot, but his expression is unreadable.

“How about this, I’ll text you before I come?” He suggests, taking his phone back from your hands.

“Perfect. Thank you again, Harry,” you emphasize, leaning over to give him another hug.

“Of course, love. Thank you for a wonderful night.”

You wave goodbye after getting out of his car and head into your van, taking note he doesn’t leave til you’ve gotten yourself inside and shut the door.

You plop yourself down on the bed and sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

“Holy shit,” you sigh, getting up to get into the driver’s seat.

You FaceTime Mike on your way back to the apartment, unable to wait to talk to Laura when you get home.

He answers a few seconds later, beer in hand.

“‘Sup loser,” he greets you with a head nod, “You get home okay?”

“Yes, oh my god. What the fuck was tonight? What do you think of Harry?”

He sighs and moves to lean his phone against something.

“If I’m being honest, the man is unreal. I don’t know how the fuck you found him but, wow. I can’t think of anyone who is down to not only drive someone they just met to get a tattoo, but to then sit through the entire thing while having them fangirl over their album.”

“I was not fangirling!” You try and defend, but one look from Mike shuts you up.

“Okay, maybe I was, but I’m just so in awe. I gave him my number because I thought he might feel weird giving me his. He had almost a billion streams on his first fucking album. That’s insane.” You explain, biting your thumb.

“Quit biting. And yeah, I’m not going to lie I looked him up after you left. Mans is a proper superstar, used to date Kendall Jenner allegedly.”

“Bleh,” you shake. “I don’t want to know about his life from the internet, that’s so weird. Also, when Alex and I were together he was dating some new model every other week, all those magazines are bullshit.”

“True. But Alex also was dating a model,” Mike retorts, trying to pick your buttons.

“Haha, very funny,” you deadpann, rolling your eyes.

“I’m just saying, as your brother, be careful. He really does seem like an amazing guy.”

“Yeah. He really is. Say hi to Maggie for me when you get home! I’m rolling up to my place right now so I gotta go.”

“I will. I know you already know how to take care of your tattoo so I’m not gonna waste my time. Later, loser.”

“Bye, dumbass.” You hang up, pulling into the driveway.

Practically dancing up the steps and through the front door, you’re met with the cozy atmosphere the two of you have created for yourself. You can tell your favorite vanilla candle is burning somewhere in the house and you slip off your shoes, practically running into Laura’s room and leaping onto her bed.

“Hello, my love,” she smiles, hugging you tightly. Her perfume envelopes you and you squeeze her back, lying your head in her lap.

“I thought you were staying at the beach today?” She wonders, playing with your hair.

You sit up at this, resting on your elbows.

“I met a boy,” you smile, putting your hands to your cheeks.

“Shut up!” Her voice raises a few octaves and she scrambles upright, hitting your thigh with her hand.

“Ow!”

“Who is he? Where? Oh my god!” Laura rattles off, bouncing up and down on the bed.

“His name’s Harry, we met at the spot. He came with me to get the Tarot card tattoo at Mike’s.” You gesture to the bandage around your forearm.

“Shit, man. What’s he look like?”

“Fucking hot. He’s British, for one. Tall, curly brown hair, green eyes, lots of tattoos. Also, he’s got the voice of a goddamn angel.”

“You’re not talking about Harry Styles, are you?” Laura asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you know him?” You wonder, surprised she knows his name.

Her jaw drops and she fully shoves ou off the bed, emitting a ‘hey!’ from you.

“Of course I know Harry fucking Styles. Are you serious?”

You blow your hair out of your face and lean up on your elbows, one leg still on the edge of the bed.

“No, I’m not joking, what the hell?” You laugh, pulling yourself back onto the comforter.

“How the- who- what?!” She stutters, looking at you expectantly for a story.

“He came up to me on the beach asking for a lighter, we smoked a j and just kind of started talking. I asked if he wanted to go to Mike’s with me and he drove me over, and I’m me, so I tried to pick apart his brain a little. We listened to his album, which, by the way, have you heard it? That shit’s incredible.”

“Of course I’ve heard it! The entire world has heard it! Keep going!”

“Jesus,” you laugh, shocked by her reaction. “He drove me back and we got a little deep, I gave him my number before I left. I think we kind of had a moment though, he looked like he wanted to kiss me for a second.”

You pull your knees to your chest and rest your chin on them, thinking back to that moment.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Laura sighs, falling back dramatically on her pillow.

“I know. I feel kind of weird though, he seems very closed in. I mean, I get it, I saw that he has quite a bit of fame, but I don’t want to have to pry him open, y’know?”

“I mean, yeah, but he’s really fucking famous. His fans are some of the most die-hard people out there. And there’s a hell of a lot of people who would do unspeakable things to be in your position. Myself included,” she mumbles at the end, and you swat her with a pillow.

“Gah,” you moan, lying down next to her. “I don’t know how to navigate my way around that kind of fame. What if he sees that, or still thinks that I’m lying about not knowing who he is? That’d be a bit egotistical, though, so maybe I’d be dodging a bullet.”

“Nope! You are not missing out on an opportunity to fuck Harry Styles.”

You laugh, scrunching your nose.

“I don’t want to think of him like that. Just Harry, the dude who I’ve been relentlessly teasing all night.” You turn onto your stomach suddenly.

“Shit. What if I was being too much?”

You groan again, pushing your face in her pillow.

“Than he’s dumb for not realizing how funny you are.”

Your phone pings suddenly, and you grab it from your back pocket, not recognizing the number on your home screen.

“Shit, he just texted me.” You shout, standing up onto the ground while you read the message aloud.

Hey, Y/N, it’s Harry. Hope you’re enjoying the rest of your night, I just wanted to give you my number and thank you again. Tonight was probably the most fun I’ve had in a while, if I’m being honest, and I was wondering if you wanted to do lunch tomorrow?

“Oh, fuck ME, he just asked me out to lunch.” Your hand goes up to your mouth as you look wide-eyed at Laura, who’s expression matches yours.

“Bitch, say yes!”

“Okay!” you yell back, pacing back and forth.

hey harry ! i’m glad you had fun tonight, i was worried i might’ve scared you off haha. i’d love to do lunch, what time were you thinking ?

“Does that sound okay?” You hand your phone off to Laura, getting her stamp of approval before sending it.

“Ah! Okay, shit fuck, it’s sent.” You throw your phone onto her bed and lean against her door, waiting for his reply.

Your phone lights up not even two minutes later, a text from Harry reading,

Haha, definitely didn’t scare me off. If anything, the opposite. How does noon sound? I can pick you up if you’d like?

“A gentleman,” Laura sighs, fanning herself as you read it together.

“Shut up,” you mumble, blushing slightly as you type back,

well, good, i’m glad :). noon works great, here’s my address. sleep well, harry.

I’ll be counting down the minutes. Goodnight, love.

You scream as you read his last text, shoving your face in your hands.

“Oh my god, okay, Y/N, take a chill pill,” you tell yourself, taking a deep breath in. “Ugh, why am I getting so worked up over a guy?”

“Because he’s funny, cute, talented, and rich, bitch.”

You give Laura a look and she laughs,

“Okay, money, fame, and any prior knowledge I have aside, he seems like a great dude. And if he’s not, well, my dreams will be absolutely crushed.” She shrugs, going back to scrolling through Instagram.

“Oh, wow, thanks.” You roll your eyes, standing up. “I’m gonna make some tea, you want any?”

“I’m good, thanks though.”

You nod and shut her door behind you, going into the kitchen to turn the kettle on.

Hopping up on the counter while you wait, you decide to do a little bit of Instagram stalking, just to see what he posts.

You click on his most recent one, smiling at his caption.

“Kissy,” you mutter, shaking your head lightly.

Scrolling through a few more of his photos, you bite your lip at his outfits, incredibly jealous of his stylist. His feed is better than yours, if you’re being honest, and you smile at the thought of him making sure all the black bars line up.

Hearing the whistle of the kettle, you hop off the counter and pour yourself a cup of chamomile. Closing out the app, you take your mug into your room, turning on your lights that make your room look like you’re floating in the galaxy.

Placing it on your nightstand, you get yourself ready for bed, spending a little extra time washing your face and doing your skin care routine.

You slide into bed and open up your latest book find of the week, this one being Misery by Steven King.

You find your eyes drooping after a while and set your things on your nightstand, snuggling deeper into your blankets.

With a smile on your face, you drift off to sleep, excited for tomorrow.

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