#love the curly hair like WOAH

[venompinks]

lover 🌹

[inkykeiji]

seeing izana with his curly fluffy hair nearly put me in the hospital he’s so cute

[lesbianraskolnikov]

i did joke that it felt odd i suddenly fixated on rodya and get told 'well , he does have a top hat...' thats so true. thats all it takes.

[clovermoters]

Slim Pickin’s

☕️ ln4 x bestfriend!reader

☕️ where your childhood wish becomes a reality

☕️ warnings - none !! just some fluff and kisses

☕️ word count 1.5k

☕️ a/n : so i heard sabrina carpenters song that’s gonna be on short n’ sweet and then this was born two days later !! enjoy <33

“Maybe I'm gay.”

your best friend, lando, looks at you, confused. “what?” he asks through a chuckle.

you were fed up. The number of douchebag men that you have in your phone and not one of them has ever made it to a second date. That fact makes you want to rip your eyeballs out.

“maybe god just forgot my gay awakening and that’s why i can’t find a boyfriend! maybe i just don’t like men.” you throw your head back on the couch in lando’s living room in monaco.

“i doubt that he just forgot,” lando giggles

you knew this wasn't true. you knew you liked men and only men. because you definitely liked the man sitting at your feet, and you have since you were both 15. you’ve just never ever told him.

And you planned to keep it that way.

you groaned. “No, Lando, you don’t get it! it’s slim pickings around here. half the men in my phone don’t even know the difference between there, their and they’re!” quiet giggles from the man sitting across the couch from you filled the room.

Lando knew you were only joking, yet he can’t help but feel bad at your lack of dating life when he has models flocking toward him at all hours of the day. granted, the girl he wants isn’t even a model. In fact, she’s sitting right in front of him, sprawled out on his couch, complaining about boys. but she didn’t know that.

And he planned on keeping it that way.

—

Throughout your week-long stay in Monaco, you decided to set yourself on a mission to meet a guy and go on a date. On the fourth day, you were successful!

During a coffee run while lando streamed, you met a guy who asked you out to dinner the following night. You were so excited since given your history, the chance of a guy asking you out was close to zero. When he asked you even scanned your surroundings to make sure he was talking to you specifically.

you were getting ready in the guest room of lando’s apartment, since you were staying there during your visit.

while applying your lip liner and gloss, you heard a knock on the door. “Hey, what are you thinking we do for din- woah.”

the curly haired brunette stared at you in awe. you were always beautiful in his eyes, yet right now he was looking at you like you were the only girl in the world. it then clicks in lando’s head that you’re not dressed for him. “Why are you all dressed up?!” he teases, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“oh i have a date!” you hum with a smile.

he looks at you confused, like he doesn’t believe you fully. leaning against the doorway “what happened to slim pickings?” he pokes, crossing his arms atop his chest.

“can’t a girl meet a guy and go on a date? gosh.” you scoff, slightly annoyed that he’s teasing you over this. you’d hoped he would be happy you’re crawling your way out of this slump of being single. it was one of the things you loved about him — how he always treated you with nothing but kindness and support.

“Fine, fine, whatever. have fun, i guess” he turns around and ducks into his office, closing the door harsher than you expected. Just as you make a mental reminder to have a talk with him about it, your phone chimes — your date is waiting in the lobby.

lando watches you from the cracked doorway of his office, as you do a final check of your makeup in the mirror of the mud room. he thought you looked beautiful and was silently raging at the fact he isn’t the man you’ve dressed up for tonight. he’s liked you since you both were young kids running through the suburban bristol streets while your parents sat on the patio of his childhood home socializing over cocktails.

You were always there to support him through his racing career and you were the first person he called after McLaren chose to extend his contract. While he doubted himself and everyone told him to leave, you told him to follow his heart and do what felt right to him. Now, he’s a race winner with the team he calls home. To him, it’s always been you. You have always been the girl he pictured his life with.

But his gut always told him you’d never return these feelings back to him.

—

your date went horrible. All the guy did was talk about himself. and once he found out you were friends with some celebrities, the date had ended there for you. although you got some free drinks and a meal out of it. it only made you fall further into this loneliness.

the elevator dings, signaling you’ve arrived at the floor of lando’s apartment. you stumble to lando’s door. the alcohol takes effect and makes you trip into the door, startling Lando who’s standing just on the other side, waiting for you. He throws the door open, finding you standing there with slightly messed up hair and a frown on your face.

“c’mere,” he says quietly, taking you to the couch. sat on the coffee table in front of you, he gently took your foot into his lap. you feel his soft touch as he gently removes your heels from your feet. sending shivers down your spine.

“It was horrible. all he did was talk about himself,” you say frustrated. “I also accidentally let it slip that I knew you, oh, and don’t even get me started on his horrible taste in just about everything.”

He helps you up, taking you to the bathroom and sitting you down on the counter. He rummages through your toiletries bag, before taking out your makeup remover. As he starts removing your makeup, you study every inch of his face, counting every freckle and watching the way his jaw muscles clench as he focuses.

god he was beautiful.

you feel a lump in your throat as tears begin to fill your eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Lando asks, halting his movements.

“it’s just- i'm pretty sure every good man in this world is either taken or dead and its not fair.” you say letting a stray tear fall. in your head you knew you were being dramatic, but the three glasses of wine you had to get through that date have taken full control of your emotions.

Lando chuckles lightly, folding with the used makeup wipe in his hands, he looks to you “well, i’m neither of those things.” he says softly, almost as if he’s upset.

fuck. shit.

“no, no, wait, lando- i didn’t mean it like that, you're a great guy. an amazing guy actually.” you say quickly. he smiles at you as you continue to ramble “i mean, shit, i’d date you in a heartbeat-“

“what?”

you slap your hand over your mouth. holy fuck, did you really just say that? and Lando not saying anything just solidifies that he doesn’t return your feelings. Lando is staring at you like you’ve got three heads coming out of both of your ears.

you start to panic “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i said that, forget i said any-“ you’re cut off with the feeling of lando’s lips crashing into yours. his hands gently cup your face as he kisses you. you instantly return the kiss. The world slowly falls away leaving just the two of you. your hands moving to find home in his curl, slightly pulling on them. Lando releases a quiet groan. His hands work their way down your body to rest on your hips, gently pulling you closer to him.

Lando pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. “I have literally loved you since we were 16.”

you smile at him, “i love you, too.”

The two of you find yourself in Lando's bed watching your favorite movie, wrapped up in eachother. Lando turns his head to look down at you resting on his chest. Admiring your sleepy state as you attempt to stay focused on the movie he gave up on watching. How can he focus on anything else when you were sitting next to him?

the girl he's wanted since the two of you sat on his porch on a late summer night, eating the ice cream his mother tried to hide. giggles filling the air while you pointed out constellations to lando, chatting about where you wanted to be in 5 years.

“Well I hope to be in formula 1” Lando admitted. “You'll be there, I'm sure of it.” you added giving lando a smile he swore was brighter than the stars sat above.

He gasps slightly “don't move”

you freeze as he reaches a hand to your cheek, softly swiping a fallen eyelash holding it in front you.

“Make a wish” he breathed.

You shut your eyes tight, emphasizing the wish you were making before taking a big breath and sending the eyelash into the air. Followed by the sound of giggles coming from the brunette, he asks what you wished for. “If i tell you it won't come true!” you gasp faking offense.

who knew that after 8 years, your wish would finally came true.

🤍☕️.

AYAYAYAYAY ALL DONE !!

big thank u too my lovely friend who edited this and helped me <33

[piscesprncesa]

man the blonde hair i had last yr.... i was rlly EATING!!!

[steddiealltheway]

After Eddie seems to become a staple member of the group, Steve pulls him aside and says, "Hey, I just wanted to warn you that I can be a bit bitchy at times, and don't be afraid to tell me if I ever go too far. Dustin calls me out all the time."

Eddie softly smiles and lays a gentle hand on Steve's arm. "My friends have to tell me when I go too far with flirting, so you can call me out on that too. No worries."

Steve's head spins a bit. Eddie 'The Freak' Munson goes too far when flirting? He snorts. "I don't think you'd ever go too far with me."

Eddie's head tilts to the side as he takes Steve in. "You don't believe me." It's more of a statement than a question.

"I don't," Steve confirms. "But hey, I'll let you know if something you say makes me cream my pants."

Eddie smiles wide. "You know, my words might not, but I know something else that will if you're down later."

Steve feels himself take in an involuntary deep breath as the shock reaches his system. Instead of letting Eddie in on it, he leans in and says, "I'll let you know."

Eddie's eyes flicker down to his lips, and Steve is reminded of the hand on his arm as it squeezes hard for a moment. "You're so damn pretty, big boy. Would love to see you absolutely wrecke-"

"Guys."

Steve's head whips around to where the rest of the group is staring at them. He's not sure when they racked up an audience.

"Steve here said I couldn't go too far with the flirting. I'm giving him a first-hand experience with it," Eddie says shamelessly while wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"I still don't think you can," Steve says turning to him which is the wrong thing to do because he didn't realize how close Eddie was to him.

The other boy takes advantage of it and leans in a little closer, brushing his nose against Steve's. "Is that a challenge?"

His heart beats hard in his chest, but Steve isn't one to back down, so he lets his hand come up to cup Eddie's jaw. "If you want it to be," he replies.

Eddie seems to falter a bit at this, and his own breathing rate increases.

"Guys," Dustin says again but more exasperated.

Steve turns to him and quickly says, "One more interruption and I'll throw you through another gate."

"Woah, too far," Dustin says, pointing at him and Eddie, "Both of you."

Steve holds his hands up and takes a step away from Eddie. “Alright. Okay. I’m sorry. Too far.”

Dustin nods and turns back to the group.

Steve thinks that’s the end of things until Eddie leans in and whispers, “We’ll chat later, sweetheart.”

He tries not to have a physical reaction to him. He doesn’t know why his flirting is taking him so off guard. But it’s nice to have someone who can keep up with the Harrington charm.

Maybe.

Later that night, Steve is surprised when Eddie doesn’t stick behind and keep his promise. But it gives him a minute to breathe after all the flirty winks and innocent fleeting touches whenever Eddie would pass him.

He tries to just shake it off as a normal reaction to being the target of such intense flirting that he's not sure he's ever experienced before. But it feels like something more than that.

He sleeps it off and doesn't think much of it especially when he gets into his Family Video routine. Then, the bell to the front door rings, and Steve launches into his, "Welcome to Family Video," speech which is quickly cut off when he sees Eddie walk in.

Nothing is really different except he has his hair pulled back into a messy bun that makes Steve's hands flex wanting to touch. Shit.

"Hi gorgeous," Eddie says with a bright smile, leaning across the counter.

Steve feels a blush creep up his neck and spread across his face. "Hi," he replies. Then he remembers their little challenge and doesn't hold back from reaching up, tucking a stray curly strand behind Eddie's ear. "You should wear your hair like this more often. Lets me see more of you."

It's Eddie's turn to blush as he glances down with a soft smile.

"So, what brings you in today? Not that I'm complaining, I would take any excuse to see that pretty face of yours," Steve says, laying it on heavy.

Eddie snorts as if he's joking.

Steve uses his hand to softly tilt Eddie's jaw so he can look at him. "I'm not kidding," he insists, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip slowly. Shit, he has such soft lips.

Eddie's lips move forward as if on impulse, quickly kissing the pad of his finger. His eyes widen, and Steve sees the way both of their breath hitch in their chests.

"Too far?" Eddie asks quietly.

"Not even close."

Eddie holds his gaze for a moment, searching for something. He must not find it because he pulls back a bit, putting more space between them than Steve wants. "I was just stopping by to see you," Eddie confesses.

"Yeah? Why's that?" Steve asks with a smile.

Eddie shrugs. "Just wanted to."

It takes Steve back a bit. He was expecting some sort of line, but the response sounds entirely genuine. He doesn't know how to respond.

Eddie fidgets with his rings for a moment before saying, "Well, I'll see you later." He turns quickly and leaves before Steve has a chance to respond.

"Okay, what the hell was that?" Robin asks, startling Steve.

"Shit," Steve says, laying a dramatic hand over his chest. "How long have you been listening?"

"Considering I've been literally right behind you this entire shift and you guys didn't even try to make that a private conversation, I listened the whole time."

Steve runs a hand through his hair and says, "I basically challenged him yesterday to try to be too much when he flirts because apparently he can do that. But yeah, it's no big deal." He smiles and shakes his head as if it's clear as day that this is not affecting him at all.

Robin stares at him for a second before jabbing her finger into his chest repeatedly. "Don't you lie to me! I'm your best friend! You were totally flirting back and you got flustered! No one does that to you!"

"Ow!" Steve says, backing away after a particularly hard jab. "Okay! Okay! Yes, it's flustering me a bit, but I've never had someone who could keep up with me."

"Gross."

Steve rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean."

He resumes stacking his tapes until Robin scoots in next to him and says, "You know, it's okay if it's more than that."

Steve pauses and thinks about it. Is it more than that? He shakes his head and whispers, "I don't know if it is."

Robin's arms slowly wrap around his waist, and Steve leans his head on top of hers. Maybe the flirting has gone too far already, but he doesn't want it to end. And that's a scary thought.

He finishes out his shift, thinking about what Robin said while trying to interpret his own feelings. After they close, Steve drives Robin home and heads back to his house. Only, he makes a split-second decision and takes a different turn, heading toward Eddie's new place.

Might as well figure this out now.

He rushes to the side of his new trailer and taps on his bedroom window. The curtains open and Eddie looks at him confused. Steve mouthes Is your uncle home?

Eddie shakes his head and points to the front door before closing the curtains.

Steve rushes to the door and steps inside as soon as Eddie opens it. He closes it behind him and looks at Eddie. God, his heart races even when he doesn't say anything.

"Hi," Steve says with a big smile.

"Hi," Eddie replies, pulling his hair in front of his face.

"No bun?" Steve asks.

"I can put it up if you like."

Steve shakes his head. "No, it looks great."

Eddie smiles and steps closer to him, running a hand through Steve's hair. "Not everyone can have such luscious hair as you."

Steve closes his eyes and leans into the hand. It feels nice.

"So, are you taking me up on my offer from before?" Eddie asks.

Steve opens his eyes and takes in the flirtatious glint in his eyes. "Depends on what you're offering."

Eddie moves in closer and puts his hands in his pockets. "Anything that you'd like."

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie's shoulders and flirts back, "Anything?"

Eddie's hands wrap around his waist. "Anything."

"Kiss me then."

Eddie freezes in his arms, the flirtatious look leaving his face as he looks at him. "Steve..."

"Too far?" Steve asks, not stepping back.

Eddie looks at his lips and back at his eyes. "You know I could never say no to you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Eddie says, leaning forward, brushing his nose against Steve's. He waits a moment and whispers, "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes," Steve says, moving forward to meet Eddie, connecting their lips in a kiss that makes Steve realize this is definitely more than just a challenge.

His hands move into Eddie's hair, trying to bring him closer as Eddie's hands trail up and down his back, pressing into him.

Steve breaks the kiss, breathing deeply before going right back in, deepening the kiss when he feels Eddie's tongue trace the seam of his lips.

Shit, he needs to make sure this isn't just him flirting.

He slows the kiss and gently pulls away, only for Eddie to kiss him again, pulling him in even closer, only breaking away when Steve breaks the kiss again and rests his forehead against Eddie's.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and says, "Please, let me just stay in this a little longer before it has to end."

Steve's heart thuds in his chest as he works up the courage to ask, "Does it have to end?"

Eddie slowly pulls away and looks at him. "Steve, that was too far and we both know it."

"What if it wasn't?" Steve asks.

Eddie looks at him with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and maybe even sorrow. "It was for me."

Oh. Steve steps back a bit and nods, running both his hands through his hair. He pauses and looks at Eddie who looks unbelievably scared. There's no way he thinks that he didn't enjoy that... right? "Eddie-"

"Don't, Steve. It's fine. I won't tell anyone."

Steve shakes his head and steps forward, only for Eddie to step back in fear. "Eddie, you can't seriously think this was just me seeing how flirtatious you can be, right? At least, that's not what it was to me."

"It's not?"

"No," Steve says and steps forward again, "Look, I don't know what changed, but from the first moment you started flirting with me, it's felt like more than a challenge. And yes, maybe it's been less than a full day since then, but I really like you. And I don't want the flirting to be fake anymore."

Eddie takes a second to process what he's saying then asks, "This isn't flirting going way too far, right?"

Steve shakes his head. "No."

Eddie smiles. "So, you're saying that my flirting worked?"

"If you agree to go on a date with me, then yes."

Eddie's face lights up. "I'll say yes if you still promise to tell me if it ever goes too far."

"Like I said, I don't think it ever could."

"And I think it can, my fuzzy wuzzy bear."

Steve's nose scrunches in disgust while Eddie stares at him with a manic smile, waiting to hear his reaction. "Okay! Too far! That was horrible."

"I know," Eddie says with a laugh. "And you still want to go out with me?"

"Yes," Steve says without hesitation, "But please, no more horrible nicknames or I'll find out what's too far for you."

Eddie winks. "I look forward to it."

Steve laughs while shaking his head before he pulls Eddie into another kiss.

And while Eddie never really goes too far with Steve, the kids and Robin chime in often to alert Eddie when they've had enough. But it never seems to stop him.

[ashwhowrites]

Dustin's babysitter

Eddie x Dustin's babysitter

A small idea that ran through my head. I hope you guys enjoy this🫶🏻 and thank you for reading!

Dustin wasn't a fan of admitting he still had a babysitter. His friends always teased him but his mom was just scared of the world and wanted extra eyes on him. Dustin loved his babysitter, Y/N. He always had a blast with her, she interacted with him and he liked to believe they were good friends.

Dustin groaned when he saw Y/N's car pulling up to grab him from hellfire. He hated his friends knowing, and he didn't want to admit to Eddie he needed a babysitter.

"Awwww Dusty's little babysitter is here!" Mike mocked, his voice like a baby.

Dustin blushed and rolled his eyes. So much for not wanting Eddie to know, Dustin thought.

"Woah! Henderson, do you still have a babysitter? Aren't you like in high school?" Eddie asked, confusion on his face and a slight smile peeking out.

"My mom is paranoid, okay!" Dustin argued he tried to quickly walk to her car as she still drove up, but he yanked open her door before she even parked.

"You okay?" She asked, Dustin sighed and nodded. It wasn't her fault he was embarrassed. She was simply doing her job.

"...well let me meet this said babysitter." She heard a deep voice say, definitely older than the young teens she was around.

Then a face appeared in Dustin's open window. She saw dark curly long hair and dazzling brown eyes. This boy was much older, and she was thankful for that because he was damn hot.

Eddie wasn't sure what smart-ass remark he planned to make. He met her eyes and found himself wishing he needed a babysitter. She was gorgeous, hot, and sexy all at once. In simple jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, but he swore she glowed. He snapped out of his daydream and turned on his charm.

A smirk on his face as he held out his ring-filled hand, "Name is Eddie Munson, and you are?"

"Y/N, it's nice to meet you." She said with a polite smile as she shook his cold metal hand. The weight of his rings made his hand feel heavy, yet she didn't mind.

Dustin watched between the two, eyeing the way they stared, and didn't let go of each other. He awkwardly coughed, causing them to jump apart with embarrassed smiles. Eddie pulled back his hand and held it behind his back.

"I'll see you around, Eddie." She said and pulled out of the parking lot. Eddie straightened his spine as he watched the car take off.

"Wow, she's -" he started but Mike and Lucas cut him off.

"Hot," they said in unison with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, hot." Eddie agreed, his mind filled with her and her only.

~~~

"Pizza is coming at 7, so just don't be later than that," Dustin said to the gang as they circled in the hallway.

"Do I have to be there?" Max asked with a sigh, she did not want to spend her Friday night at Dustin's house.

"Not like you have anything better to do," Dustin argued with a glare. Max sighed but agreed that he was right.

"So my house before 7!" Dustin said one last time, the gang nodded and everyone understood.

"Having a party little man?" Eddie asked as he walked up, overhearing the conversation. It was a Friday night and he kinda hoped Dustin's mom had big plans for the night.

"Sorta! Why? Are you interested?" Dustin asked excitedly, Eddie was slowly becoming like a big brother and he wanted to hang out with him more.

"Will your mom be there?" Eddie asked slight hope in his voice.

"Nope!"

"Then I'm there," Eddie said with a wink. He couldn't wait for tonight.

"Okay! Bring your apron!" Dustin said as the final bell rang. He was quick to walk down the hall for class.

"WAIT! APRON!?" Eddie called after him but the halls got loud with all the commotion.

~~~

Once school ended, Eddie raced him with excitement. He dug through his closet to find his best clothes, and he picked out his best jewelry. He sprayed cologne all over himself and covered his lips in chapstick....just in case.

He didn't want to seem too eager so he waited to show up around 7 o'clock. He knocked on the door and rocked on his heels. He planned to talk Y/N's ear off all night and then ask her out. And hopefully, end the night with his lips on hers.

"You made it!" Dustin cheered as he opened the door. Eddie walked through and saw the gang all covered in flour.

"What's going on?" Eddie asked

"Bake sale!" Dustin said as they walked into the kitchen. Eddie did not know what he got himself into. A bake sale? Eddie does not bake, he gets baked.

"Oh hell no, I'm not baking." Eddie laughed, he took in the room and noticed Y/N wasn't even there.

"Where's your babysitter?"

"Right here," Steve said as he walked into the kitchen. A towel over his shoulder and a dirty apron on his body. "You must be Eddie?" Steve asked.

"Son of a bitch!" Eddie groaned.

~~~

After Eddie's big fail of a Friday night, he didn't have much energy for Saturday. Of course, Henderson has two babysitters and Y/N wasn't there the night he was around. And he got stuck baking over a hundred cookies. Safe to stay, he learned his lesson of jumping into plans.

Eddie was trying to work on his campaign when his line rang. He groaned and walked over to pick it up, figuring it would be Wayne. But instead, he heard Dustin's familiar voice on the other line.

"Hey! I got this new video game, wanna come over and try it? Mom's gone so you can bring your beers."

Eddie had to admit, drinking and video games were tempting.

"Babysitter gonna allow that?" Eddie asked.

"Y/N wo-" "I'm on my way" Eddie cut him off and raced to his room. Once again, he found his best clothes, sprayed himself in cologne, and grabbed a beer case from his closet.

Eddie prepped himself during the car ride. He had limited time to make his impression on her and a little time to get her number. He didn't want to ditch Dustin too much so he needed to give equal time to the young kid. And to make it not noticeable Eddie was going for the hot babysitter.

~

Dustin raced to the door to answer it when Eddie knocked, excitedly dragging him to the couch as he had the game all set to go. But before they could start, Eddie's prayers were answered.

"What's Eddie doing here?" She asked confused, Dustin didn't need permission but she wasn't aware he invited anyone over.

"New video game!" Dustin said, remote in hand.

"Nah uh, you still need to clean your room. Mom said that before the new game." Y/N reminded him with a stern tone. Dustin sighed but listened. His shoulders slumped as he walked into his room. "ONE SECOND EDDIE!"

"I'm sorry to make you wait. He didn't tell me." Y/N said, "But you can play if you want while you wait for him."

"Wanna join me?" He asked, holding out Dustin's remote with a smile. This was his chance.

"I don't know how to play," Y/N said, a little nervous. She didn't want to look like an idiot in front of Dustin's incredibly hot friend.

"I'll teach ya, baby. Come sit." He patted the cushion next to him, excitement in his stomach as she shuffled towards him. She tried to fight off the blush on her cheeks from the nickname.

She sat next to him and tried to listen to his instructions, but her nose caught his scent and traveled to her brain. All she could focus on was how amazing he smelled, how his T-shirt fit him in all the right places, and how his jeans touched her legs.

"Ready?" He asked, his head turned to look at her. She felt her breath get stuck in her throat, she had no idea what to do. She coughed and snapped herself back into reality. "let's do it!" She smiled.

Within the first five minutes, Eddie could sense she was struggling, he reached over and held his hand over hers. His fingers and thumbs pressed her fingers into the correct buttons. Again his scent filled her nose and his hair tickled her neck.

His hands felt warm and rough, but she liked it.

"See, you got it!" Eddie encouraged, slowly taking his hands off hers as she focused on the game. She was playing it by herself and successfully!

"Like this?" She asked but her eyes were still on the screen. His head turned as he looked at her. "like that" he whispered.

She turned her head to look back at him and held her breath when she noticed how close their faces were. She bit her lip as his eyes looked at her lips, her eyes, and back to her lips. She couldn't help but look at his lips as well. They were so pink and looked so soft.

"Did good?" She breathed out, her eyes still on his lips.

"Very good." He whispered, his right hand cupped her cheek and he slowly leaned in. He smiled as her eyes fluttered shut and her head moved forward. He closed his eyes and killed the space between them. His lips were on hers as he softly tasted her. He felt a fire burning in his stomach and fuzziness all over his body. Her hand slipped from the controller and moved to his chest. Her palms rested against him as she kissed back.

"ALL DONE!" Dustin screamed, causing Y/N to jump back and shuffle over. Eddie groaned in disappointment as Dustin interrupted.

"I'll leave you boys to it." She said softly with a smile, her fingertips touching her lips as she stood up, a little dazed.

"Can I get your number? Maybe take you on a date?" Eddie asked before his chance was up.

"Oh absolutely. I'll go write it down." She said as she rushed to the kitchen. Eddie couldn't help but keep his eyes on her as she walked away.

"That excited to play?" Dustin asked, seeing the huge smile on Eddie's face.

"Very damn excited," Eddie said, his smile never leaving as Dustin pressed play.

Eddie scored a date with the babysitter.

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A/N: this is the first thing I've written in like 8 months and it's basically just smut...I was inspired...18+ please lol (this isn't proofread and maybe it should be hahahah)

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“It’s like ripping off a bandaid, love. Just go for it.”

Harry and Y/N were situated in the bathroom, Harry sitting on a small stool facing the mirror with Y/N behind him. She had a pair of hair-cutting scissors in one hand and clippers in the other. He was really doing this.

“You know if you’re bald, you can’t steal my hair clips anymore, right?”

He gives her a faint smirk. “That crossed my mind.”

“No more running your hands through it.”

“Are you upset about that, or am I?”

“This is drastic!”

Harry meets Y/N’s gaze in the mirror before turning around to face her. “Darling, it’s just hair. It’ll grow back. Please help me cut it before I lose my nerve.”

So Y/N ends up with scissors to her boyfriend’s luscious, signature curly locks. Each strand of hair that falls on the ground nearly causes her to flinch, and out of her peripherals, she can see Harry watching her every move.

“Just trying to be careful to make sure it looks good…the whole point of me cutting it is to avoid you going to the shop, yeah?”

Harry reaches behind him at this, slightly squeezing her thigh in confirmation. “I know, love. I didn’t say anything. I don’t have anywhere to be.”

Y/N asks him at least two more times if he is sure before taking the clippers to his head, but when Harry gives her a firm nod telling her to proceed, she tries to remind herself to breathe as she shaves the first section. Harry shivers at the sensation of his hair hitting his bare back and shoulders.

“‘S a good thing I got the head shape for going bald, huh?”

“Well…”

”Y/N! You’re gonna make me second guess-”

“I’m kidding, H! I think you’ve got a lovely head shape for going bald,” Y/N positions herself in front of him so she can better see what she’s doing at the front of his head, near his hairline. “Now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair shorter than when you cut it for Dunkirk.”

“Remember when I picked you up one day without mentioning it because I thought it would be a fun surprise?”

Y/N pauses her movements, playfully glaring at him. “I think I’d mistake you for an intruder or something if you came through the door completely bald with no warning.”

“Isn’t it nice that I asked you to do it for me this time instead of just shocking you?”

Y/N hums at this, and the couple falls into a comfortable silence as she continues to cut his hair. Harry fiddles with his hands in his lap and reaches behind him occasionally to stroke Y/N’s thigh, but nothing is said between the two. 

Harry’s the first to break their cozy silence. “Woah…my hair.”

“I know.”

He turns around on the stool, looking up slightly to make direct eye contact with her. “You like it, though?”

“It’ll grow on me.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m kidding, H.”

He turns back to the mirror, inspecting his reflection. “Tell me you like it, babe. Even if you don’t.”

Y/N lets out a small giggle at her boyfriend’s fishing for a compliment. “You look handsome. It’ll take some getting used to, but…I do like it.”

Harry makes a slight, triumphant noise before letting Y/N resume the task at hand. She splashes lukewarm water on the top of his head and gently pats it dry with a hand towel before finishing off with his favorite aftershave.

“Good?”

Harry leans in close to the mirror and turns his head from side to side, carefully inspecting his new look. After a few moments, he nods, turning back to Y/N and leaning in to kiss her.

“It’ll take some getting used to on my end, too, but I think I like it.”

“They say that after you shave your head, your hair comes back healthier and stronger than ever.”

“So we’re shaving yours next, then?”

Y/N playfully swats her boyfriend, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, no.”

Harry shrugs. “Let me know if you change your mind, darling.”

He exits the bathroom, searching for the broom and dustpan to get up his hair while Y/N goes downstairs to begin dinner. He joins her soon after, wordlessly telling her to sit down and relax when he picks up the knife she just set down to stir the pot of sauce she had bubbling on the stove. In front of her sits a cutting board with an onion, garlic, and different colored bell peppers. Y/N hated cutting those vegetables because she didn’t like how hard the smell was to get off her hands, so he knew she was leaving that task for last in hopes that he would do it (he did, of course).

“I hate chopping vegetables.”

“I know, love.”

Harry reaches up to run his hands through his curls out of force of habit and abruptly stops when he realizes there is no longer anything to actually run his hands through. He turns to take a quick peek at Y/N to see if she saw him. She did.

“I knew that would happen!” She exclaims with a laugh. “I just didn’t think it would happen less than an hour after cutting your hair.”

“It’s an adjustment period!” Harry responds with mock defensiveness, joining Y/N in her glee. Even if she was laughing at him instead of with him, he still felt all warm inside because at least he was the reason for her laughter.

“I can’t wait for our friends to see–what do you think Mitch is gonna say?”

Harry spins around, and yanks opens the cabinet in search of one of the many boxes of pasta they always had on hand. “Penne or bowtie?”

“Bowtie,” Y/N gets up from her seat at the kitchen island to fill their big pot with water to boil the noodles. “I bet he’ll be shocked, especially because his hair is so long. Do you think he would ever cut his hair?”

Harry smiles at his girlfriend’s chattiness. “I think he’ll make fun of me a bit - maybe call me an egghead or something to that degree. He’ll like it, though.”

“What do you think the fans will say?”

Harry lets out a huff of air. “Oh, they’ll have the most to say. It’ll grow on them, I’m sure.”

“I can’t wait to see all the discourse on Twitter.”

“Only send me funny Tweets.”

Y/N hums in confirmation and goes back to her seat at the table after putting the water on to boil. “You know what I’ll miss the most about your hair?”

“What’s that?” Harry asks his question absentmindedly as he putters around the kitchen, retrieving plates and two wine glasses. “Wine?”

“Yes, please,” Y/N pauses. “Gonna miss having something to tug on during sex.”

Harry pauses his movements at this, his full attention now on his girlfriend. “Oh, yeah?”

She nods.

“You can still grab on me.”

“Not your hair, though.”

“You can leave me scratches. Will that suffice until my hair grows back?”

Y/N pretends to be deep in thought at this, which causes Harry to laugh loudly. She answers after a few moments. “I suppose that’ll work…”

“Y’know how much I love when you mark up my back,” Harry uncorks a bottle of wine and pours them each a small glass. “Now, there will be no excuses not to.” He walks over to Y/N, carefully handing her her own glass of wine before taking a sip of his. She then takes a sip, puckering her face at the slightly bitter taste.

The conversation is forgotten until the couple is in their room after dinner, bellies full of pasta and tongues stained slightly purple from their red wine.

“Is that really what you’ll miss most about my hair?”

“Hmm?” Y/N hums in response for Harry to continue, distracted at her vanity with her (overly) extensive skincare routine.

“Pullin’ on it during sex.”

Y/N looks at him through her reflection in the mirror. “I mean, maybe not literally the most, but it’s up there. Gonna take some getting used to, that’s all.”

“Maybe we should have sex now so you can start gettin’ used to it.” Harry has a sly look, eyelids slightly drooping from his arousal and the wine he consumed at dinner. Y/N throws her head back in laughter. 

“You know you can just straight up ask for it, yeah?” She caps the last of her serums and turns around to face her boyfriend, stalking toward the bed as she continues talking. “I’m never not gonna want you to give it to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry now has a shit-eating grin on his face. “Gonna mark my back all up? Remind me who I belong to whenever I get in the shower?” There was nothing he reveled in more than the burning sensation of hot water hitting his freshly scratched back after a particularly rough session with his girlfriend.

Y/N nods in response as she drops a knee onto the bed, plopping down in front of her boyfriend. Harry smirks at how she’s already been rendered wordless, situating himself on his knees as she pushes her onto her back. “But first…”

He places his hands on either side and immediately dives in, licking a broad stripe up her pussy. Harry quietly moans in pleasure when Y/N lets out a choked gasp, hands immediately reaching out to grab his head.

“Oh, fuck…,” she groans, throwing her head back in pleasure. “Just like that, H.”

He moves his attention to her swollen clit, flicking it quickly in between his tongue. “Like this?”

Y/N sucks in a particularly sharp breath when Harry speeds up his movements, eyes smug at the fact he already had Y/N’s thighs quivering when he hadn’t even been between them for a full minute yet.

“Harry, please…”

He lifts his head momentarily to answer her, lips glistening with a combination of his saliva and her arousal. “Please what, darling?”

Y/N balls-up the fist resting on Harry’s head out of force of habit, letting out a frustrated whine when she’s met with nothing. He chuckles at this and simply reaches up, moving her hand in the direction of his back. Her nails reflexively dig into his back when he resumes his menstruation on her pussy.

His tongue begins moving impossibly faster, wanting to get her there now. He knew she needed this orgasm just as badly as he needed to give it to her. Harry lets out a sharp hiss when he feels her nails drag down the expanse of his back, her moans increasing in frequency and volume. She was close. He removes his tongue from her clit, replacing his mouth with his fingers.

“There you go, angel,” he reaches up to grab her chin with his free hand to force her to look down at him, not up at the ceiling. “Open your eyes and look at me when I’m making you feel this good.”

Y/N forces her eyes open to look at her boyfriend’s. She watches as he thumbs impossibly fast over her swollen bud, murmuring praises and sweet words about how she’s so beautiful and always gets so wet so fast for him. It doesn’t take much longer before Y/N is throwing her head back with a cry, nails digging into Harry’s back and dragging down as she cums. All she sees is flashes of white, hears ringing in her ears and she thinks it might be the best orgasm she’s had all week. Harry sucks her clit through the entirety of her orgasm, wanting to milk her pleasure for as long as humanly possible. He can feel his back beginning to sting and he wonders if Y/N scratched hard enough to draw blood. He hoped so.

“No more…,” she mumbles quietly, pushing her boyfriend’s mouth away from her most sensitive area. “Shit.”

“All good?” He messily wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning down to give her a chaste kiss. “Still missing the hair?”

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THE BOY NEXT DOOR (pt3)

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Hamzah x reader

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In the blur of excitement around the move, I hadn’t yet found the time to meet up with my friends. We were at a divided age; they were all either married with children, in committed relationships, or, in my case, feuding with their new infuriatingly pretty neighbour. I often felt their concern about my distinct lack of a boyfriend - they would look at me with pitiful eyes and assure me that I would find love one day (which was not at all condescending or deeply humiliating). Despite my dislike of that particular tendency, I loved them deeply and swiftly organised a dinner with them to catch up the following week.

I pulled on my boots, adjusting my off-shoulder jumper as I zipped them up. The restaurant was nearby, so I would walk rather than drive. In preparation for the chill of the evening, I grabbed my coat and knit scarf.

I locked my door and started down the stairs, getting down one flight before I was stopped in my tracks. A curly-haired man was coming up the stairs, a half- opened cardboard box in his big arms. Hamzah looked me up and down, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His gaze lingered on a freckle on my exposed shoulder, his expression amused. 

‘Woah. Where are you going?’ He asked.

I rolled my eyes, feeling the desire to cover myself.

‘None of your business. What’s with the box?’

Hamzah chuckled softly and stuttered before he said, ‘uhh, new merch designs.’

‘Let me see, then,’ I pressed, craning my neck to look into the box.

Hamzah hesitated for a moment, before sighing. He reached his arm in, pulling out a frighteningly accurate mask of his face and holding it up in front of him. 

I sneered at him, a disgusted expression on my face.

‘Oh my God, you’re such a freak.’ I say, striding away from him and down the rest of the stairs.

*

The restaurant was on a street corner, ambiently lit by the blurred lights of cars racing outside the foggy windows. The walls were plastered with oil paintings of beautiful landscapes and charcoal portraits. Small clusters of tables were spread out the restaurant’s wooden floors, offering the place intimacy and warmth against the chill of the evening.

‘So, y/n, now that you’re in a new neighbourhood, are there any new boyfriends?’ Beck asked.

We had made it to the desserts before the topic had come up. 

That may be a new record, actually. 

I sighed, deliberating between telling the truth and being subjected to their pitying glances or lying and changing the subject. I decided fairly quickly. 

‘Yes, I have a boyfriend, actually,’ I retorted to her snide remark.

‘What?’ my friends gasped in chorus, ‘What’s his name?’

‘His name…’ I begin, stammering as my mind goes blank. ‘Hamzah.’

As soon as I said it, my heart flipped. His name was the first that came to mind, and my cheeks heated at the thought of him. I could barely tolerate the guy, and now I’m saying that he’s my boyfriend?

Ari and Beck exchange a glance, not looking convinced.

‘You’re not being serious,’

‘Yes I am!,’ I said, defensive. Their lack of faith in my love life angered me.

‘Call him, then,’ Beck said, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes in suspicious amusement.

‘Fine,’ I said, a flush creeping up my cheeks as I scrolled to Hamzah’s number.

Ring

Surely he won’t pick up.

Ring

What am I doing? Why wouldn’t I just tell the truth?

Ring

It’s too late now. Please don’t pick up.

‘Why on earth are you calling me? What do you want?’ A tinny voice says through the phone.

I fake a peal of laughter, forcing a strained smile as I scramble for a way to start the conversation.

‘Oh, you’re so funny, babe. I just wanted to know how you’re getting on without me.’

There was a beat of silence.

‘Babe? What is happening right now?’ I can almost hear his perplexed frown through the phone.

I fake another laugh, my voice shrill.

‘Don’t act like you don’t love it when I call you that! Anyway, we’re having a good time here. I just wanted to check in on my amazing boyfriend,’

There is a slight pause, and I hear a faint laugh through the phone. Hamzah finally responds, his voice thick with faux sweetness, ‘Of course, well, I’m doing okay, but I miss you so much. I want you here, in my lap, with your hands-’

‘Goodbye, Hamzah! Love you!’ I interrupt, my voice high. I hear him laugh through the phone.

‘Bye, babe.’

*

As I reach my door, Hamzah comes out of his flat and looks at me. An amused expression overwhelmed his face as he opened his mouth to talk.

‘Don’t,’ I warn, holding a hand up to stop him. I leaned my head defeatedly on the cool wood of the door. He held his palms up defensively.

‘Fine, I won’t ask. Babe.’

I pretend to gag as I enter my flat, Hamzah trailing behind me.

‘Who said you could come into my house?’ I asked, planting my hands on my hips in annoyance. He conveniently ignored my question.

‘Okay, I know I’m not asking about it, but I think you owe me now,’ He said.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. He deserved some kind of explanation, I decided.

‘My friends are obsessed with the idea of me having a boyfriend. I may have told a tiny lie and had to call you to prove it. I hardly ‘owe’ you anything, you said two words,’ I scoffed.

Hamzah smiled gently as he heard the story, shaking his head in amusement.

‘Hmm,’ he murmurs, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the door.

‘I still think you owe me.’ His voice was low and heavy, and my heart inexplicably fluttered at the sound.

I let out an annoyed grunt, shooting him an angry look. 

‘What do you want, Hamzah?’ I asked.

‘Well, I’m actually in a very similar situation to you. I may have told Mandy and Martin that I had a date to their wedding, and I also may have told them that you were the date.’

I gulped, attempting to read his face. He seemed sincere - but it was such a ridiculous idea I found it hard to believe that he wasn’t pranking me in some way.

‘Hold on, They’re engaged?’ I asked. I hadn’t noticed a ring on Mandy’s finger, but then again I wasn’t looking for one.

‘Yeah, and the wedding is in two weeks, and I’m the best man... Could you… uh… would you want to come with me?’

‘And pretend to be your girlfriend?’ 

‘I know it sounds crazy, but it’s only for a week - we’re staying in a hotel in Croatia, it’ll be so nice, consider the fake-dating just a part of an all expenses paid vacation,’ Hamzah assured.

I closed my eyes, thinking about the proposition. I would be stupid to turn down a free holiday. How bad could fake dating this beautiful man be? Even though he infuriates me - I can do it for a week.

I look back up at him through my lashes, knotting my eyebrows to show my disdain for the idea.

‘Fine.’

He smiled, and said, ‘Thank you. Mandy got so excited when I brought you up that I can’t confess now. We can fake a break up afterwards, and then you’re off the hook.’ 

I look up at him with an uncertain smile. What had I agreed to do?

*

‘Okay, so how can we make this convincing?’ Hamzah said, pacing the length of my living room. It was the next evening, and he had barged into my flat to initiate a planning session half an hour before. After he wormed his way in, he took the opportunity to order pizza for the two of us.

‘Uhh…’ I stammer, tearing a slice of pizza from the box. ‘Well, we should probably learn some basic facts about each other, right? In case we get asked,’

Hamzah makes a sound of agreement, shaking a pointed finger in my direction.

‘Yes, alright, let's ask each other some questions,’ he says.

‘You first,’ 

He pauses for a moment, tapping his foot impatiently on the hard wood of the floor.

‘Do you have any siblings?’

‘Yup. An older sister.’

‘Okay… uh… what’s your job?’

‘I’m a student, Hamzah, and I’m on my break,’ I said, my tone indicating the obviousness of the statement.

‘Holy cow, I forgot people our age are still in college. Okay - what are you studying, then?’

‘English Literature.’

‘Cool,’ he sighed before groaning, ‘this is going to take forever isn’t it.’ He ran a palm over his face, yawning as he reached forward to grab a slice of pizza.

‘I need to ask you some,’ I tell him.

‘Go ahead.’

‘What’s your favourite colour?’

‘You’re kidding,’ he narrowed his eyes at me in annoyance.

‘What? It’s a legitimate question.’

‘Green,’ he replied, averting his gaze from mine and towards the ceiling.

‘Okay, we’re getting somewhere. Do you have any pets?’

‘Yup. Two cats called Red and Blue,’ a twinkle of fatherly pride shone in his eye as he replied.

I sighed, throwing my head against the back of the sofa. Hamzah, also clearly bored, picked up the TV remote and began to flick through the channels.

‘What are you wearing to the wedding?’ He asked, glancing at me.

‘I have no idea, Hamzah. I found out we were going yesterday. I don’t have any nice dresses,’ I replied, gesturing in the general direction of my sparse wardrobe.

‘Huh,’ he said, ‘I think that couples are supposed to match, y’know? We could go and buy one, and I’ll get a matching tie.’

I looked at him appraisingly. Was he really suggesting we go shopping together? I didn’t love the idea of spending so much time with him, but he was right. It would look good if we matched.

I shrugged casually. ‘Sure, why not. I’m free tomorrow.’

I returned my attention to the tv screen, but I could’ve sworn I saw a smile stretch Hamzah’s face before I turned away.

*

Hamzah had driven us to the mall to look at dresses. The first two stores didn’t have what we were looking for, but this one was looking promising. The racks were overflowing with balls of tulle and and strings of lace, the ambient lighting tinging everything the lightest shade of pink.

‘I feel so out of place here,’ Hamzah bent down to whisper in my ear. I pause from looking through the racks to turn to him, an amused smile on my face. 

‘Really? I would’ve thought you frequent this place. Huh.’

‘Shut up,’ Hamzah replied, smiling and turning away from me. He caught the eye of another man standing at the far wall trailing a woman with an armful of dresses, who gave him a faint pitying smile and mock salute.

‘He seems to be in the same boat as me,’ Hamzah whispered to me, returning the salute. I giggled. I continued to search through the racks, stopping as I pulled out a dark green one. A deep v neck surrounded in silky ruffles, feminine flutter sleeves, and an asymmetrical hem. It was gorgeous. I couldn’t suppress a gasp when I saw it, alerting Hamzah’s attention to my find.

‘Oh wow,’ He said.

‘Wow indeed.’

‘C’mon, come try it on,’ Hamzah said, nodding toward the dressing rooms. I plucked my size off of the rack and practically skipped toward them.

*

I pulled the dress delicately over my head, adjusting the fluttery sleeves. I swirled the skirt around my ankles, feeling its elegant lightness brush against the tops of my feet. I felt beautiful. Yanking the curtain aside, I walked out to face the mirror, and Hamzah sat in an armchair beside it. 

As I neared him, his mouth dropped slightly open, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the way the dress hugged my curves and showed off my figure.

‘I love it… it's perfect.’ I said, turning to beam at Hamzah. ‘What do you think? Girlfriend material?’

Hamzah stammered for a moment, looking me up and down several times before composing himself.

‘You look gorgeous,’ He said, his face still conveying his shock. I felt a warmth swell into my chest at the sight - I liked the feeling of him admiring me. My cheeks pinked in shame at this revelation.

‘And it should be easy to match with,’ I add, pointing in his direction. He shot me a double thumbs up, his eyes still tracing over my figure languidly.

I swiveled on my heels and returned to the dressing room, where I threw my own clothes back on. I held the beautiful dress against the light, admiring its perfect colour. Only then did it cross my mind to check the tag. Two hundred and eighty dollars. Nope. I immediately folded it up, sighing in disappointment. No matter how beautiful it was, I could not fork over that kind of money on a dress for a wedding.

As I leave the dressing room, I place the folded dress on the shelf.

‘Hey, why are you putting it back? I thought it was perfect,’ Hamzah asked, placing a hand on my arm to stop me walking away.

‘Hamzah, it’s almost three-hundred dollars,’ I said to him in a hushed voice.

He looked down at me, cocking an eyebrow as an amused smile overwhelmed his face. He reached to the shelf, picking up the dress and slinging it over his arm. He began to walk away, and I trailed close behind him.

‘Hamzah, I’m not letting you buy me a three-hundred dollar dress.’

‘Why not? You look amazing in it,’ he replied, the compliment momentarily shocking me before I went back to arguing.

‘That’s not - no, I feel bad. We’ll find one somewhere else,’ I say, moving to grab the silky green fabric.

‘Consider it a thank-you gift for being my fake girlfriend,’ he replies, moving his arm out of my reach.

‘No, I can’t -’

‘It’s fine, y/n, stop arguing with me and let me buy it for you,’ Hamzah said, his definitive tone stopping my protests. We walked the rest of the way to the checkout counter in silence, a warm blush rising in my cheeks. I was shocked at the gesture - it was a huge amount of money to drop on a gift, especially on a gift for a girl who makes it clear how much she doesn’t like you. Did this make us friends, now?

‘Thank you. Really,’ I said quietly, touched by his generosity.

*

‘What a pretty dress!’ The cashier said, smiling at Hamzah and I.

‘Only the best for my beautiful girlfriend!’ Hamzah replies, slinging an arm around my shoulder and drawing me in the kiss the top of my head. I stiffen under his touch, realising what he’s doing, and stand in awkward stillness as the cashier rings him up for the dress and hands it to him in a tissue-stuffed bag. With his arm around me, I breathe in his scent - crisp and fresh like a dewy autumn morning, while sweet like a bakery. It was intoxicating, and I almost leaned into him to breathe it in deeper.

He thanked the cashier overenthusiastically as we left the shop, his hand lingering on my lower back as he led me out onto the street. As soon as we stepped out, he swivelled to face me.

‘How was that?’ he asked, his face full of anticipation.

‘Convincing…’ I replied sarcastically.

He scoffed gently. ‘It would’ve been more convincing if you didn’t freeze up like that when I touched you. It looked like I was holding you hostage.’

‘You don’t like my acting skills?’ I replied in a tone of faux hurt feelings, placing a hand over my heart.

Hamzah’s gaze locked onto mine. ‘Clearly, we need to work on those,’ he said before striding toward me. 

‘May I?’ he asked, hovering his hands above my waist. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, before nodding apprehensively. 

Reaching out out and grabbing my waist, he rested his hand in the dip of my side, while the other found my jaw. His dark eyes stayed fixed on mine as he angled my head toward his, the heat of his touch burning my skin. He moved his hand from my waist to my back, rubbing soft circles against it as he pulled me into him. I immediately froze, my hands stationary at my sides, caught completely off guard by his sudden action. My eyes flitted between his deep brown eyes and his tantalisingly full lips, my mouth parted in shock. Our bodies were pressed flush against each other, the heat of his skin on mine making my mind slightly foggy. 

Hamzah sighed. ‘See? This is exactly what I mean. You have to act like you love me,’ he said, rubbing a thumb across my jaw. I attempt to relax under his touch, bringing my eyes to his and allowing my hands to find his shoulders.

‘There you go,’ he whispered, his deep tone causing my stomach to flip. I stepped out of his embrace, overwhelmed by his proximity.

‘Much better,’ he concluded. ‘We have to be comfortable touching each other like that, to really sell it.’ He stuffed his hands into his jeans pocket casually.

‘Yeah, of course, to sell it,’ I repeated quietly, somewhat embarrassed by the interaction.

‘Could still use more practice, though…’ Hamzah said, shrugging nonchalantly and looking at me through his dark eyelashes.

I turned on my heels and began walking down the street. ‘Don’t push it.’

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Have a great day/night slushies 🍧

[wuishu]

Hamzah yapping (II): Compilation

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Hamzah being this bad boy but sweet dynamic and Y/n being a caring person with a little attitude, who couldn't adore them. With the paring, no one could separate them.

People were finding more compilations about them, and seeing them more together it was bound to make more. The viewer's favorite compilation is titled: “Hamzah Being Obsessed for his girlfriend for 20 Minutes”

The first clip was in Y/n’s small youtube account, her being busy in life, she couldn't upload consistently, but she uploaded a barely edited vlog video with Hamzah. It was about changing each other's wardrobe.

“I bet this would be good on you, Hamzah” You showed the shirt to the camera, as he stayed still, “Try it on babe.”

“This is so ridiculous. I'm not doing that” You flipped the camera as you showed the camera a puppy look that Hamzah couldn't say no to. He took the shirt you were holding. He kissed you on the lips, as you smiled

“You're thankful that I love you,” He said. The video cut off, and you showed the viewers Hamzah’s new fit. “See, guys, he can be a fashion icon.”

“I found something you can wear,” he said as he hid it to his back, “And what's that?”

He showed it to the camera, and it was a revealing dress that would hug your curve, “Oh my god, what is that?”

He smiles and takes your phone to let you change into the dress, he hands you the dress, “You're actually serious?”

“UH huh!” he said like a little kid, and you rolled your eyes. You walked into a dresser, and he flipped the camera to his face

“Goodness gracious, mama Mia.” He saw you looking shy as he showed the viewers what you looked like. “Let's buy it”

“No, it's too expensive, babe”

“I'll pay for it! Come on, let's pay for it. Good lord, I can't wait for what’s under that dress”

You laughed, “You haven't even changed into your shirt!”

The next clip was a tiktok video on Hamzah’s profile. Martin and him wanted to “jokingly” show their fit like one of those tiktok boys, but their fit is ridiculous. Hamzah wearing an “I HEART MY GIRLFRIEND”

“This pants, thrifted. This shirt? Stole it. This watch?” Hamzah’s voice switches from manly to sweet. “Given to my girlfriend, who I love so much, I love you, babe, and I can't wait to see you. Shout out to my girlfriend.” The cameraman slowly walked away, and Hamzah followed the camera like a weirdo.

The video switches to little gameplay as you were in, as they played Roblox. You wanted to play Roblox with them, so you set up a little gaming computer to play at.

“I’m here, I'm here!” Hamzah jumped up and down as you followed him. Hamzah could see you slowly running. Martin is trying to become a barista in Brookhaven.

“How do you adopt kids here?” Hamzah said, as he took the stroller and tried to kidnap a recently logged-in character.

“You type, Abc for a kid I can adopt.” Hamzah and Martin could hear your clanky keyboard typing. You waited for a bit for someone to respond.

“Hamzah you can't be my kid, get outta my stroller,” you said as you unequipped the thing. “Goo goo gaa gaa, I want breastmilk, mommy,” the ‘WHAT?’ sound effect played

“Woah what?” Martin stopped playing, as you also froze. Hamzah laughed at what just happened.

In the next clip, it was an instagram story where you showed what you and Hamzah do in your own house.

Both of you were watching a movie. Both of you were lying down and showed what movie you were watching. You flipped the video to the front and can see Hamzah loving the place where he rests his head on your breasts. You caress your free hand to his curly hair

“Look at this stupid cat,” you said as Hamzah looked at your phone, he kissed your neck

“Meow,” Hamzah mocked purring like a cat. You were trying not to laugh.

The next clip was an OOC podcast about how they met you and Mandy. “I met Y/n, in college, she was one of those rowdy girls but once you get to know her, she's a nerd. I remember asking her on a date, and she said no.”

He laughed but continued, “But I kept asking her until she got tired of saying no, and we had a great time, which led to today, so yeah…”

“AND! I forgot I used to have this huge crush on her, but I was too scared to talk to her, so I told one of my friends to send her a letter.”

“Wow, so you pushed her into going on a date with you? That's such crazy behavior you did,” Martin said as Hamzah smug. “You can say I got that begging rizz”

The next clip is the recent video, where they show what's inside their bag. Hamzah showed a shirt that was too bright for Hamzah’s usual shirt colors. “My girlfriends shirt, which was recently worn, I can still smell her”

“Dude gross” Martin said as he held the black belt that was recently from his bag. “It's not gross, when I miss my significant other, I bring something to remind me of her. That's all.” He was trying to find something inside his bag. And he pulled out a cute plushie

“Like this one, Y/n gave me this for my birthday.” He shook the plushie and showed it to the camera. It was a beige bear that had a green knitted shirt.

The video switched to a new clip. It was another video from your small channel. You and Hamzah were just playing an old horror single-player game, and the youtube video title was ‘Playing Old Horror Games’. Both are in the same place as where Hamzah usually records when he and martin play their Fortnite gameplay.

“Okay, fuck, marry, kill. YouTubers Edition,” Hamzah said as he tried to disturb Granny.

“Hmm, I’d kill Jake Paul, ‘cause he’s a Paul, I guess.” You looked puzzled as you tried to rack your brain. “Fuck, jimmy Beast, and marry… Flamingo?”

“WHAT?” Hamzah was shocked at your response, and you looked at him confused. “That's the game, right? Or am I wrong?”

He paused the game and looked at you. The look of defeat was plastered on his face. “I’m a youtuber…” he mumbled as he placed both hands on your cheek. “I’m sorry, Hamzahhh”

“Lemme, answer it again.” You act like you were thinking again. “Kill the Paul brothers. Fuck, Hamzah from the slushy noobz. And marry Hamzah from the out of character podcast.”

“Aww, well, my answer would be… fuck, marry, and kill you.” you laughed, “Why kill me?”

“Well, I want you all to myself, so I'm killing you”

“If I end up gone, arrest him” You looked at the camera as you pointed at him. He looked surprised like he did not say something crazy.

The next clip is another mukbang, but they decided to cook their food to eat, and they brought you to the supermarket to know which one to buy and which not to. You were checking the spices as you tried to find what matched the other.

“We bought, chicken. We bought milk and vegetables. Because we are making — What are we making, Y/n?”

“We are making chicken curry” You showed the curry powder. He nodded “Curry!”

“Where the hell is the gingers? We need them” You said as Hamzah let go of the cart and left Martin. “I can help you find it”.

You hummed and agreed to his offer.

“Yeah, let's go,” He said as he held his hands like he was waiting for your hand to intertwine. You clapped your hand and held his hand tight. While you were walking, Hamzah was jumping in his every step.

Martin flips the camera so that the viewers can see his disgusted face. “Bunch of PDA in this market guys, not good. They need to be put down.”

(Sorry this took so long to finish, i forgot abt this. Pls give me some ideas 🙏)

[sturniolowhore]

Paris Love

Pairing: dom!Carrington x sub!reader

Summary: You go to visit a friend in Paris and go to a party with her, just to find someone new.

Warnings: SMUT, alcohol usage, p in v, unprotected sex, and more.

a/n: I thought of this while in class so I know it might be a bit messy but enjoy! Also I don't want anyone to copy or use my writing for "inspiration".

As soon as your get off your plane, you see your friend waiting for you. You run over to her and hug her.

"Omg, it's been so long. Thank god you're here!" Your friend said excitedly. You and her have been best friends since your two learned to talk. You told each other everything, until she moved to paris.

"I know! I'm really happy to be here!" You say back to her. She grabs your suitcase and you two start to walk towards the doors. You both uber back to her place, and get settled in the spare room.

She knocks on your door a couple of hours later, letting your get used to the room and her place.

"Hey!" she says walking into the room, "There's a party across the street, wanna go?"

You think about it for a minute. "Why not?" You say, a smile forming on your face.

"Good! Do you know what your going to wear?" she asked.

"Actually, no. I don't really have anything to wear party-wise." you say. It was true. You didn't think you wear going to go to a party in paris, so you didn't bring anything.

"Oh. I could lend you a dress if you'd like?" She asked.

"Um, sure." You accept.

An hour or two later, you two are about to head out the door, to walk across the street to the party. One last check in the mirror and your good. Your friend lent your a black strapless dress, that just barely covers your ass. She also lent you a pair of 5 inch red bottoms. Your hair was down, and your makeup was done. You had a little black bag, that had your phone, lip gloss, and your credit card. You make your way across the street laughing and talking with your friend.

You make your way up to the door, and push it open. As soon as you enter, you see a brown, curly haired boy, holding a drink in his hand ad talking with a blonde girl, who looked really familiar. He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He also wore a chain, that hung from his neck.

"Oooh, looks like someone has a crush." Your friend says.

"I do not!" you shoot back getting a bit defensive.

"You get defensive every time I figure out one of your secrets." Your friend says, giving you a knowing look. It was true. Every time your friend figures something out that you haven't told her, you get a bit defensive. "You should talk to him!" Your friend suggests.

"No way in hell am I ever going to-" You were cut off with your friend pushing you towards him. You bump into him, spilling his drink all over you and him.

"Oh! I am so sorry! My stupid fucking friend pushed me." You say looking up at him.

He chuckles. "No, your good. It wasn't your fault."

"Lemme grab a towel. Um, do you know were the bathrooms are?" you ask him.

He grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom. He locks the door, and takes off his hoodie. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, so his abs were on full display.

You look down. "Woah.." You say lowly, but just loud enough for him to hear.

"Like what you see?" he says, getting closer.

You look back up at him. "Yeah."

He chuckles lowly. "The drink got all over you too." he leans down and whispers in your ear. "Let's take this off ya, yeah?" he says while pulling the dress over your head.

He stares at your body, taking in how your breasts jump out, since you weren't wearing a bra. You were, however, wearing a black lace thong.

"Wow.." he smiles, "Your so beautiful." He's now inches away from your face. He pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue begging to enter you mouth. You grant him access, and his mouth explores your mouth. He pulls away and starts tracing your jaw with his tongue. He then starts to kiss and nip at your neck.

He pulls away and starts to take off his jeans and boxers. You take off your panties, and he pushes you against the wall. He scoops you up, his hands under your ass, and he pulls your legs around his waist.

He starts to slip into you, and he lets out a groan. "Damn, your tight." He starts to thrust in and out of you. You throw your head back, lost in the pleasure. His thrusts start to get faster. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your back starts to arch slightly. You let out moans and pornagraphic sounds.

"cl..close.." You manage to get out.

"Me too, baby." he says, his thrusts starting to get sloppy.

You let out a loud moan as you feel the knot that was forming, snaps. A white ring forms at the base of his cock, as you let go. He groans as he feels you come, thrusting into you a bit more, finally coming inside you.

He pulls out gently, watching as his come drips out of you.

"Hey, I never got your name." You say as soon as you come down from your high.

"Its Carrington." He says with a smile, and puts you down. "I'll get your name when I see you again." He says while putting his clothes back on and winking at you before leaving the bathroom.

a/n 2: This was a bit long and a bit rushed cs I wanted to get this fic out today, but I hope you enjoyed!

🏷️: @owensbabygirl

Jasmine 🤍

[entitled-fangirl]

Terms of Endearment.

(Hannibal NBC)

Characters included: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter.

A/N: I've never done like a drabble or anything before, so idk what I'm doing.

Masterlist

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Will:

Will definitely calls you sweetheart.

He's also been known to dabble with baby, hon, and beautiful.

He's not an elegant man, so elegant terms of endearment are not his cup of tea.

He's the type of man to quickly run to you after an almost deadly incident and cup your face. His voice drops to a rushed whisper, "Are you alright?" When you don't answer, his eyebrows furrow and his head tilts, "Sweetheart?" You finally look up at the sound of his name for you, and really take in the fact that you're here and safe with him. He sees it in your eyes, and he lets out a relieved sigh as he gently caresses your face, "There you are, beautiful."

Your favorite was the day you came out early from work. You opened the door to your shared home with Will to see him on the ground, loving on all of the dogs. His head, as well as all the dogs' heads, perked up at the sound of the door opening. The brightest smile swept across his face, "You're home early!" You smile and nod, shrugging off your coat. He stands and comes to you, sweeping you up in his arms, "I'm glad you're home, baby. I missed you today." Yeah, that was definitely your favorite.

You call him handsome, honey, and green eyes

He was deep in thought as he stared at the folder of his latest case. Something about his glasses? The way his curly hair was awry to perfection? Maybe the way his dress shirt sleeves were rolled up? It was driving you wild. You couldn't take it anymore, and you gently pushed down the folder he was staring at. He looked up at your eager face, and his own face developed a wide smirk. "Yes?" You bit your lip, "Did you… need to take a break, handsome?" He knew exactly what you meant. He nodded and tossed the folder aside as he pulled you in for a heated kiss. He knew he would get your attention. Maybe that's why he did all those things. But he wouldn't say that out loud.

The early sunlight from the window was blinding you in bed, so you rolled over. Will had been admiring you for a while, completely unbothered by the sunlight in his eyes. You rubbed at your eyes and sighed with a groggy voice, "Honey, will you go shut the blinds?" He was in his little world as if he didn't hear you. He was too busy admiring your sleepy form. "Hmm?" He finally noted, "What did you say, baby? I'm sorry." You turned to look at him and paused in admiration of your own. "Woah. Good morning, green eyes." The sunlight lit up his handsome face with a bright yellow hue, bringing out the green in his eyes. He smiled at your words but still made no motion to get up. What harm would one lazy morning do?

Hannibal:

Unlike Will, he is very elegant.

He wouldn't be caught dead calling you anything other than something of the upmost respect.

Classical is a good word for Hannibal

So, he uses the terms Darling, and Dear

Also mia bella.

Something about love in a different language screams elegance

After being together for a while, he started calling you graceful bird names as well. 

So things like dove, nightingale, ect.

You decided to surprise him at work. You carefully packed up a lovely lunch fit for the king that he is to you, and you drove to his office. His face was full of surprise when he opened the door to see you. "Darling? I wasn't expecting you." But let's be honest. He knew from the moment you woke up that you had something going on in that funny little brain of yours. He figured it had to do with surprising him at work, but he still liked to let you feel like you can throw him off. He finds it endearing.

You woke up in a panic from a nightmare. Sweat ran down your back, and your breath was ragged and shaky. Hannibal awoke alongside you, being a light sleeper was not always great, but he was grateful for it in times like these. "Hannibal, I… I had a nightmare." "Want to talk about it, my dear?" You nodded and let him pull you into his lap. "You… you left me. For… for a secretary that hated me and it was so real." He cooed soft things into your ear until your breathing had relaxed. "My beautiful dove," he said as he pushed your chin up to look at him. "I would not leave you for a thousand women. You are the greatest sculpture I have seen, and I shall not abandon you. You are far too precious of a jewel."

You call him Amore, and Darling.

You were watching him intensely as he cooked. He was such an artist in the kitchen. His moves were precise and perfect every time. You found yourself staring but didn't want to look away. "Something catch your attention, mia bella?" You finally look up to meet his gaze. "Oh. Sorry, darling. I didn't mean to-" "-no need to apologize. Just tell me what has got you so enamored." You pause in thought. He knew. He just wanted to hear you say it. He enjoyed toying with you in that way. You gently rested your face in the palm of your hand and you resumed your staring. "You're entrancing, Amore," you confessed to him. He grins and turns back to the food in front of him. He liked hearing your confessions.

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[silent-stories]

Bats

(high!Eddie Munson x F!reader)

When you entered his messy room you found him lying on his bed staring at the ceiling with a joint between his fingers and the smell of whatever he was smoking completely filled the room even though the window was wide open.

His curly hair was spread across the pillow and his old Dio shirt was hiked up enough to show a good portion of his stomach.

As soon as he saw you, a smile appeared on his lips and he made room for you on his bed, you laid next to him just as he tossed what was left of the joint into an ashtray on the nightstand.

"You know, you're my favorite person." He said without taking his eyes off the ceiling and from his tone of voice you immediately understood that he hadn't just given that joint a few tugs.

"Thank you, I've never been anyone's favorite person." You went with it but you didn't lie, placing one of Eddie's pillow under your head. Your shoulder was against his.

“I think I'm like…really in love with you.”

You chuckled. “How do you know that?”

"Every time I'm with you I get a weird feeling in my stomach, I can't really explain it."

"Like butterflies?" You smiled and he thought about it for a moment.

"What?" He asked then, frowning slightly.

"People who are in love feel butterflies in their stomach." You explained.

"Ohh."

“Do you feel butterflies?” You asked again.

"Nah. They're more like bats." He quickly denied and you couldn't help but laugh, "I feel bats in my stomach. My stomach is full of bats flapping around every time I see you walking in the school parking lot and you smile at me. Every time you sit next to me in English class and when you laugh at something stupid I said, I think they love the sound of your laugh as much as I do."

"Do they hurt you?" You asked.

"Oh no, never. They're... gentle. It's always a good feeling. They almost tickle me but, you know, I can't scratch the inside of my stomach. Or at least I think so..."

You turned to him, smiling slightly. "That's good. Maybe you're really in love."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

You knew that when Eddie was high he tended to forget really important things and you weren't surprised when you realized that he didn't remember what that feeling that he felt in his stomach every time he saw you, his girlfriend, was.

"Can I tell you a secret?" You asked after a few moments.

Eddie nodded.

"I feel them too." You confessed, "bats, I feel them too every time I'm with you. When we sit on the floor and I watch you play the guitar, when you read me a chapter of The Hobbit before bed and when you catch me between lessons and kiss me against the school lockers."

“Woah,” he murmured, as if he had received the most incredible news in the world at that very moment, “does this mean we are both in love?”

You let yourself fall back onto the mattress, a smile you couldn't shake still on your lips. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we are both in love."

[dandelionpixels]

merlin hcs

ask: Do you have any headcannons of Merlin growing his hair out all curly and everyone in the castle collectively loose their minds

- If you want a mental image, I’ve got you. Take this and this and this and enjoy. :3

- Like the grandpa he is, Gaius teases Merlin for it every morning. He ruffles his hair, mumbles something about being thankful while you have it, and sends him out the door with a tsk.

- It only takes a day or two for it go from subtle waves to quite noticeable, especially when Gaius makes him a shampoo better fit for the curly aspect. It wasn’t really an intentional choice on Merlin’s end, just happenstance from being busy and letting it do what it wants. This also meant he was starting to get slight stubble around his jaw, born from laziness about shaving.

- This switch also happened to fall on a rare weekend where Merlin didn’t really see anyone. Arthur was gone for business and Merlin took the weekend off.

- Gwen says something about it first, crossing him in the halls and stopping him to gently ruffle his hair and go, “Well aren’t you handsome, why have you been hiding this?” to which Merlin blushes (not used to compliments) and waves it off. Gwen continues down the hall, but calls back over her shoulder, “Make sure to ask the knights what they think!”

- Merlin also passes a couple ladies from town who, in no uncertain fashion, stare for long enough that even he notices.

- When he wakes Arthur up by yanking the curtains open and throwing an orange in his direction, Arthur doesn’t notice. Too blinded by sleep and sun and stress. It’s not until after he’s changed and emerges from behind the divider that his gaze flickers to Merlin and he pauses.

- Merlin makes a face, “What? Don’t be thinking about throwing something at me.” Arthur looks away, but doesn’t move, “Nothing, you changed your hair.” Having genuinely forgotten, Merlin pauses, “Oh- I suppose I did. Is that….a problem?” Arthur rolls his eyes, “Why would that be a problem Merlin? I doubt anything can worsen your servant skills any more than their current-,” He’s cut off by Merlin throwing his shoes full speed at him.

- When they run into the knights in the armory, Merlin keeps remembering Gwen’s comment about what they would think. He decides not to say anything, but it doesn’t matter because the second they go outside and the sunlight hits them, Gwaine clocks him immediately.

- “Woah, hold up! You did something, fess up!” Merlin groans but smiles despite himself, “C’mon, don’t do this-,” Percival cuts him, “He’s right though! You’re all rugged now.” He lowered his voice when he said rugged and Merlin and Arthur both make a grossed-out expression. As Elyan opens his mouth to agree, Merlin surrenders, “I grew out my hair a little bit, it got wavy, can we move on now?”

- Gwaine wolf-whistles and the knights burst into laughter. Arthur rolls his eyes and gestures with his sword, “Can we get back to training?” Lancelot grins, “What, are you upset we think Merlin looks nice?” Arthur shoots him a very pointed glare and gestures everyone out into the field.

- Later that evening, Morgana comes to visit Arthur while Merlin’s getting dinner set up. She goes to wave a quick hello but pauses upon seeing him, “Merlin! Your hair looks lovely.” He grins bashfully, “Thanks.” Arthur groans, “Doesn’t anyone in this castle have anything better to do than pay attention to Merlin’s hair?” Morgana shrugs, “Do you not like it?” Arthur stiffens slightly, “I didn’t say- I just don’t care about it.” Gesturing vaguely around, Morgana continues, “It’s not a crime to think he looks nice Arthur, everyone in this castle thinks he looks nice. You’d be crazy not too.”

[lovelytsunoda]

kill of the night // lando norris

summary: she hates parties. especially quadrant parties hosted in large creepy mansions. at least the hot pirate hosting the party is into her, or she would have left ages ago.

pairing: lando norris x female reader

warnings: consumption of alcohol, lando cannot take anything seriously to save his life, the eerie feeling of being watched (anxiety or haunted house, you decide), pirate themed sexual innuendos, mention of spiders (arachnophobia warning!) reader has mild autism

the lights were low and the music loud as she pushed her way through the crowd, desperate for a drink and a moment of peace. the music was bad (some club mix of the rocky horror picture soundtrack) and all she wanted was for her massive headache to go away.

too bad she didn’t drink often. maybe something stronger than a hard lemonade would make this evening bearable.

she sat at the bar, feeling the eerie sensation of all eyes on her as she scanned the sea of bodies for the slew of other glittery fairy wings she had arrived with. she didn't even know some of the girls that well. all of the girls from her program had been invited, and she was trying to be a team player.

one girl was making out with a stranger, two others playing beer pong. the rest were lost to the crowd, dancing in ways that would definitely have disappointed their parents.

when the tuxedoed bartender came back with the crystal tumbler that had her vodka lemonade in it, she frowned at the tiny plastic sword, a gummy worm speared through it.

she just wanted a normal fucking drink.

sighing, she grabbed the glass and got to her feet, sending one last glance to the other girls before she started making her way towards the exit, mindful of the massive plastic wings strapped to her back. she had half a mind to just rip them off and throw them into the nearest trash can.

the outside hallway wasn't much better, and she found herself reaching into her purse for her airpods, less for music and more to just to cancel out the noise. she extracted the green plastic sword, taking the gummy worm off the plastic and dropping it into her mouth. the dj was playing ghostbusters, and she wanted nothing more than to be back home in her small, peaceful dorm, wrapped in her fleece blanket and reading 'love in the time of serial killers', or in the warm movie theatre watching 'a haunting in venice'.

instead she was here.

folding the small sword over in her hands, she grabbed her drink from the side table and made her way down the dreary hallway to get some fresh air.

the outside of the mansion was peaceful, if not a little disused. the hedges were neatly trimmed, the flowers well tended to as she sat down on a stone bench, the cold from the surface seeping in through the fabric of her dress as she took a sip of her drink.

truth be told, the peaceful atmosphere of the large, creepy mansion had been one of the few reasons she had agreed to come, living out her 'haunted mansion' fantasy: ghost who's been pining after her for centuries, the promise of eternal love. all but the evil ghost butler trying to kill her.

"the party's inside, you know!" a shout carried over the breeze, bristol accent sharp.

she yelped, dropping her drink and watching the glass shatter against flagstone.

"jesus! you can't just sneak up on people like that!" she shouted, yanking out her earbuds. "what is wrong with you, you fucking wanker!"

she got to her feet, spinning around to see who had spoken. he was tall enough (taller than her at least), dressed in a billowy white shirt and leather vest, leather breeches hugging his impressive thighs, a mane of curly brunette hair on the top of his head, and a fake sword strapped to his thigh.

at least, she hoped it was fake.

"woah, hang on." he frowned, coming closer to her. he looked like a prince, straight out of a disney movie. "i didn't mean to scare you."

could this be him? the ghost lover from her haunted mansion fantasy?

"it's fine. i guess i'm just jumpy. mansions that are almost certainly haunted will do that to a girl." she took a step back, trying to avoid the smashed glass as she turned, intending to go back to the stone bench before her wing got caught on a hedge. she cursed, resisting the urge to yank at the iridescent plastic.

"let me help." the stranger encouraged, coming closer to the hedge.

she shook her head. "it's fine, just let me take it off my back."

she gently eased out of the elastic straps securing the wings to her body, attempting to make it happen as gracefully as possible. one wing snapped back and smacked her in the face, and she tried to shake it off as she moved away, allowing them to dangle dejectedly from the hedge.

the prince came to stand beside her, his cologne overloading her senses as her reached over her to help disentangle the wings, his body heat against her back making her skin flush.

"here you go." his voice was soft as her passed her back her costume.

she could have left the wings there, she'd only paid three dollars to make them. she folded them up, placing the scratchy plastic on the stone bench before looking down at the shattered crystal.

“sorry about the glass. you’ll probably have to pay for it, being the host and all.”

“how did you know I was the host?”

her face blushed pink “havw you ever seen the haunted mansion? the original one with eddie murphy and wallace shawn?”

she gave him an opening, ready to hide her face behind her hands if it didn’t work out. there was a slight pause, and then he burst out laughing.

“you think that I’m some dead ghostly prince searching for his lost love?” he sputtered. “hate to break it to ya, tinker bell, but I’m not a prince, and I am very much alive.”

“I never said you were dead!” she crossed her arms indignantly, stomping one sneaker-clad foot against the flagstones.

chuckling, the suitor extended his hand. “I’m lando.”

“y/n.” she sighed, reaching to shake his hand. “sorry about the hostility, I just felt overstimulated in there. it’s the ‘tism in me.”

lando gestured for her to sit on one of the benches, looking out at the algae-caked fountain. it smelled earthly, yet his cologne was still all she could comprehend.

“have you had a chance to explore the house? based solely on your haunted mansion statement, I feel like that would be something you were in to.”

“it’s the only reason I came, truth be told. I hate parties, but some of the girls o study with thought it would be a good idea. what i didn’t realize was that we’d all be packed into the ballroom and pretty much the rest of the house would be off limits.”

lando laughed, straddling the bench next to her, one leg on either side. not very prince-like, if you had asked y/n. “well, I didn’t pick the venue. you can thank max and steve for that.”

“I don’t know who either of those people are.”

“I work with them in quadrant, they’re hosting this thing. I’d stepped out for a minute to take a business call.”

she snorted. “you? a business call?”

“what’s so hard to believe about that?” lando feigned offence, smacking his chest with his palm. “and why did your mind immediately go to the haunted mansion when you saw me? I was going for less master gracey and more will turner.”

“please, you’re jack sparrow at best. I can tell you bought your little pirate outfit at spirit halloween. and if my first instinct was that you were dressed as a prince, something is missing.”

she propped one leg lengthwise on the bench, tucking one sneaker-clad foot under the other, smoothing her dress over as to not give the man in front of her a glaring look at her dusty pink panties (although an intrusive thought did prompt her to wonder what would happen if she did).

“have you had a chance to explore the mansion yet?” she asked the man. well, the boy. he couldn’t have been too much older than she was.

lando shook his head, a few errant curls falling from his shaggy hair and over his eyebrows, and something about the way he shook his head to clear the curls from his eyes had her mouth watering. she wondered briefly what it would be like to kiss him.

“i saw a bit of it when we were bringing everything in. it’s a maze of service tunnels and secret doors. i actually got myself locked in a cellar.” lando laughed, and the butterflies erupted in her stomach, a giddy feeling spreading through her bones. “and that’s why ria thought it would be a good idea to cordon off most of the house. so that idiots like me didn’t get themselves locked in anywhere they couldn’t get out of.”

she raised an eyebrow, almost questioning exaclty how th man in front of her got himself locked in a cellar before she thought better of it. “so you know where all these secret passageways are?”

lando wagged his eyebrows. “is that something you’re into?”

“why do you have to say it like that?” she giggled, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth when she remembered how she usually looked when she laughed. “you make it sound weird. like a sex thing.”

“well, it’s not a sex thing,” lando reassured, stepping off the bench like he was dismounting a noble steed. “unless you want it to be? I’d be down to, uh, shiver your timbers in a secret hidden alcove.”

“not if you make bad pirate puns.” she rolled her eyes, taking landos extended hand in hers and allowing him to help her up. “but we can see where the night takes us.”

she shouldn’t have said that. why did she say that? would he think she was propositioning him?

the wind was breezy on her bare legs as lando led her across the moonlit backyard, pushing open the same door they had just come through. the family photos on the wall were old and faded, frames of orange gold around them. lando ushered her up the stairs, clouds of dust flying off the carpet as they ascended. the further up the stairs they moved, the mustier it smelled.

lando stopped her on the landing, hardwood covered in a threadbare oriental carpet, everything covered in a fine layer of dust, save for the cracked mirror.

"press on the edges of the fame, but stand back." lando suggested. "max brushed up against it earlier and almost got flung off the landing. it's a service entrance door."

"sick." she mumbled, pressing her slender fingers along the filigree gold frame. "just like this? do you remember where the latch was?"

"if i did, i'd have opened the door myself." he shrugged.

all at once, she felt the mirror give way under her hand, a clicking sound barely audible as the door began to move. lando reached for her hand, gently pulling her out of the line of fire.

"that was fucking awesome." she giggled, pulling her phone out of her purse and switching on the flashlight. "you know we need to go in there now, right?"

"just as long as you can get us back out." lando pleaded. "i don't want to die in a service tunnel."

she lead the way up the stone staircase, her flashlight illuminating the pounds of dust and cobwebs (as well as the occasional lump that might have been a dead rat, but she actually didn't want to know).

"if i see any big ass spiders in here, killing them is your job." she tried to keep her voice steady, but the thought of a massive spider crawling up her leg was not her idea of a good time. in fact, it would likely send her into hysterics.

they reached the top of the winding staircase, coming to rest in front of a large wooden door with a wrought iron knocker shaped like medusa's head. the hinges were slightly rusted, and it was clear that nobody had come up here for a while.

until them, of course, their footsteps clearly imprinted in the dusty stairs below.

"well, it would be a shame to turn back now." lando remarked, reaching for the door handle. it was stiff, but the room was unlocked.

she followed lando inside, reaching blindly for the old dial lightswitch on the wall. the room flickered to life, lit by two dull bulbs hanging from the ceiling.

a large bookshelf took up one wall, a dust and dirt caked window overlooking the grounds on another, equipped with a window seat for reading. a small crosley record player sat on a teak stand, pressed up against a wall painted an off cinnamon color. she walked to the milk crates stacked neatly next to the the player, flipping through well-worn vinyls.

"whoever was last up here was really into seventies disco. we've got abba, donna summer, elton john, blondie, hot chocolate, earth wind and fire." she mused, pulling a blondie album out of the basket. "although i always considered blondie to be more new wave than anything."

lando reached over her, his chest just faintly burshing up against her arm, body heat causing her skin to flush as he grabbed an elton john record from the basket.

"elton john? now this guy wrote some great stuff."

"nothing in this basket is organized in any way! they've got wild cherry at the front with earth, wind and fire, but blondie is pushed way to the back with chaka khan and ike and tina. no rhyme or reason! i have half a mind to rearrange it myself."

the record player crackled to life, the sound coming out of two old wooden marley speakers, a sound system that hadn't been updated in a while but still came through crisp as they day it was put together. elton john and kiki dee's duetting voices began to fill the room, and lando extended a hand.

"can i have this dance, my fair maiden?"

she smiled, leaning against the stack of milk crates. "i dunno. ladies like me don't dance with scoundrels like you."

"but a scoundrel like me will show you a damn good time. if you let me, of course."

giggling, she grabbed his hand, allowing the young man to twirl her in a circle before dipping her towards the floor, her hair dusting the shag carpet. soon, their laughter was louder than the stereo itself.

out of breath, their gleeful dance began to slow. they stood in the middle of the dimly lit room, 'don't go breaking my heart' playing lowly in the background, the thumping bass from the ballroom travelling upstairs as lando leaned in.

the craned her face up, pressing on to her tip toes to meet him halfway, brushing her lips against his before her pulled her in for more, his strong arms like a safety net around her body, ready to catch her if her knees buckled (which she was almost sure they would).

"i've gotta hand it to ya, captain. you're one smooth operator." she giggled, kissing him again. "i wonder what else you can do with that tongue?"

"come dock in my port, and you'll find out."

she burst out laughing, dropping her arms to playfully smack him in the chest. "that was your worst pick up line yet!"

"really? i've got a ton more, read up for this very occasion. what else have i got? there's 'i sure would like to pillage your booty', but that one sounds a little sleazy, 'not only do i have a ship, but it's a long one."

"oh my god, you need to stop. they're all as bad as the one that came before." she was laughing so hard there were tears in the corners of her eye. he thought he was so suave, rattling off stupid pickup lines while he leaned against milk crates of vinyl pressings.

and the stupid thing was, it was working.

tired of listening to him ramble, she stalked over to him, grabbing his leather vest and pulling him in for another kiss.

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[delusionaldeadgirl]

I’d Bleed Myself Dry For You

Spencer Reid x Famous Singer!reader

Summary: Spencer’s ex is a famous singer. Penelope’s favorite to be exact. After what happened to Maeve, Spencer didn’t share his love life. The team finds out after the fact.

Warnings: Sad, Use of Y/N

Excitedly, Penelope runs out of her “lair” up to Derek with her laptop. Seeing as though there weren’t any cases, the team was just doing paperwork at the BAU.

“Woah slow down Baby Girl. What’s going on?” Derek asked. “ONLY MY FAVORITE SINGER Y/N LIVE-STREAMING HER DC SHOW!”

Spencer’s ears perked up at the name. No one knew their history. He didn’t want to seem suspicious at the mention of her so he just went back to what he was doing.

Penelope opened up her laptop. The lights of the venue twinkled like stars. Almost as if they were shining on her through the screen. She knew every one of Y/N’s songs, everything about her, except her past shared life with their very own Boy Genius.

As the music began, Penelope leaned closer to the screen, her heart racing. The first few songs flew by as the crowd was loud with excitement. But when Y/N introduced a new track, an immediate hush fell over the audience.

“This next song is about love and loss, and how the memories still linger”. By now Derek, Emily and JJ had all surrounded Penelope’s laptop. As the music started, Spencer couldn’t help but look up from his work to listen to Y/N’s song. As soon as it started playing he noticed he didn’t recognize it. Which isn’t common given his eidetic memory.

“Pull the plug in September”

“I don’t wanna die in June”

As the song went on, those around couldn’t help but be captivated by her performance. Even Spencer. What really captured their attention was soon, on a screen behind Y/N, home videos began to play.

“And the funny thing is I would’ve married you if you had stuck around”

Y/N sang with tears in her eyes.

In the series of clips, moments unfolded—sunlit days in the park, laughter over coffee, and momentary glimpses of a tall figure with curly brown hair. The hand on Y/N’s shoulder, the way he fit in frame. Penelope recognized those slightly awkward mannerisms anywhere.

“Wait is that…?” She whispered, shifting her eyes to look at Derek. “What’s going on?” he asked as he noticed her shift in demeanor, JJ noticing as well.

“That’s Spencer! It has to be!” She whispered, not very quietly. Emily leaned closer to the screen, piecing it together. “So that’s why he gets quiet when we bring up his love life” She said.

Spencer unbeknownst to what they were saying was entranced by the sound coming out of Penelope’s speakers. The marriage lyric hitting the hardest. He knew she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He let his traumas and doubts get in the way of what for the first time ever, felt like true love.

As the song continued, the lyrics tugged at Spencer’s heart. It was clear that this song was about a love that slipped away, a love that still held weight. Their love, she missed him as much as he missed her. He felt so stupid.

“I had no choice in the matter. Why would I? It’s only the death of me”

The final lines washed over them like a wave, and when the applause erupted from the audience, Penelope sat back breathless. “I can’t believe this. How could he keep this from us?”

Spencer rushed out of the bullpen. Derek crossed his arms, “Looks like Pretty Boy has some explaining to do”.

Penelope nodded, sympathy settling in her chest. “We need to make sure he knows we’re here for him.” JJ added.

“Very true. However I am rooting on getting them back together” Penelope said.

They all share a giggle at a classic Penelope anecdote, wondering how Spencer is processing this.

a/n: this is a common fic theme i love so i wanted to add something of my own to it. i’m not a writer so please be nice.