#SERENADE THE SHIT OUT OF (Y/N) PLEASE

[matrixbearer2024]

OMG THIS- HAHAHAHA- WELL THIS IS APPEARING IN A FUCKING INTERLUDE THANK YOU @rubra-wav FOR THE AMAZING IDEA!

[gloryofroses19]

Because the Night

The atmosphere in the pub was already in full swing by the time Major Bucky Egan led his group to the table Tommy saved for them.

“Jesus, it’s like those paratroopers never seen a woman before.” Curt wiped his uniform jacket, “They took one look at [y/n] and it was like Niagra Falls.” 

Taking the seat Bucky held out for her, [y/n] thanked him as she sat. 

“I think Ol’ Faithful Geyser at Yosemite might be a better choice Curt.” Buck replied taking a seat across from Bucky. 

“Yeah, yeah whatever cowboy.” Looking at the expectant faces of Bucky and Buck, Curt sighed “Yes, Bucky I wouldn’t mind getting the drinks. Why thank you Buck, I am the kindest man in this bar.”  

Ignoring Curt and Buck, Bucky leaned in closer to [y/n] watching the paratrooper across the bar tense. “So, who is he?” 

Major Bucky Egan was not shocked that men looked at [y/n]. She was not only one of the few women around, but she was as pretty as a picture. And she knew it, hell it was on the reasons Bucky liked her. Her beauty caught his eye but her self assured nature drew him in. So while he didn’t love the looks men gave her in general, the look of recognition and remorse in this paratrooper in particular sent air raid sirens through his mind. 

Twisting her earring with a sigh, [y/n] met Bucky’s inquisitive gaze. “My ex.” 

Raising his eyebrows as if to ask for confirmation of what he just heard, [y/n] nodded to the brunette.  From across the table Major Buck Clevens sat up straight as he watched the growing opposing demeanor of the pair. One that spoke of apathy while the other spoke of interest in the topic. 

“Who we fightin’?” Dropping the drinks on the table, Curt rejoined the trio, “Bucky’s got that rabble rouser look on his face.”  

“The ginger at 12 o’clock doing a shitty job at secretly surveying [y/n].” Buck drawled watching Bucky attempt to catch the ginger’s eye. Major Gale Clevens knew John Egan well enough to know when he was looking for a fight. Gale had seen John protective over his friends and his men, so he could only imagine what he would be like over his unofficial girl.  

“No shit? Want me to fuck him up for you?” Turning around in his seat, Curt assessed the paratrooper and his friends. “There’s only four of them, we can easily take ‘em.” 

[y/n] leaned back in her chair contemplating the situation she found herself in. Before she had walked into the bar, her biggest concern was how she was going to keep Bucky from serenading her tonight. But walking in and seeing her ex’s face and John’s reaction threw that concern right out of the window. 

“While that is sweet of you Curt, no. It’s been two years, I’m long over him and if anyone should be scared, it should be him. I’m not the one who cheated.” Since their breakup, she hadn't put much thought into her ex or dating. And it certainly wasn’t because she was still in love with him. Rather the war broke out and she joined the WAC leaving her with little time or interest to date. Or that had been the case until Major John Egan swaggered his way onto Thorpe Abbotts base. 

“That fucker… makes me wanna punch him more now.” 

 “If it makes you feel better Curt, I broke his nose when I found him cheating.” 

“Atta girl.” Buck chuckled while sipping his ginger beer. He expected nothing less from the spitfire who stole his best friend’s heart. 

 “Didn’t you say you were getting harassing letters from an ex?” The arm that had been carelessly thrown over the back of her chair suddenly wrapped around [y/n]’s shoulder pulling closer to John. 

“I was exaggerating, John. It was just a letter!” Placing her hand over his, [y/n] squeezed his hand in a silent plea. “Please don’t do anything stupid...” Looking for Buck for support, [y/n] was however, met with the profile of the blonde major.

Bucky chuckled as he watched [y/n]’s attempt to deter him. While he and Gale Clevens may have been opposites, Buck was a true friend.  And true friends let other friends knock out the guy bothering his girl. “Won’t be considered anything stupid if it comes to you, sweetheart.” 

Between the protective glint in his eyes and baritone voice, [y/n]’s heart began hammering in her chest. Grounding herself in the contrast of his rough hands against her softer ones, she was reminded of who Major John Egan was. “Look if he comes this way then you can be my knight in shining armor but right now can we just go back to flirting and listening to Curt rewrite a story about how amazing his flying is?” 

Curt put hands up in defense. “Hey, I am amazing at flying and I don’t rewrite stories, I just…embellish them.” 

Hooking an arm around Curt’s neck, Buck tapped a fist against Curt’s chest. “Oh embellish, what a big word for you Curt.” 

Deciding that it had been far too long since he had her attention all to himself, John Egan tucked an escaped curl behind her ear before leaning in to whisper.  “…So you are flirting with me, Lieutenant? Keep that up and someone might think you like me.” 

The warmth of his body and the smell of his aftershave left her all but lightheaded. They had unofficially officially been an item since his second day at the base. When she decided to share her umbrella and laughter with the handsome hapless Major who lost the battle and a shoe to the English mud. 

“Oh the horror Bucky…” 

“Oh, calling me Bucky, you must really want me to do this for you.” Caressing her the inside of her wrist, John considered if tonight would be the night he could kiss her like he always wanted to. As a promise for it their last first kiss because the night belongs to lovers like them. 

“I’ll call you whatever you want as long as you don’t start a bar brawl.” [y/n] supplied in response watching the smile light up across his face, knowing she had opened a can of worms. But she couldn’t say she regretted it; Bucky Egan was the sun and she basked under his warmth.

“Oh, with a request like that how can I say no?… for now.” Sharing in her laughter, John placed a lingering kiss on her cheek. 

Sipping his whiskey, John turned back to the group and sought counsel on his new dilemma. “What do you think boys, handsome, the way to go? No, maybe I should go with pretty boy? No, too soft. Mhmm, how about my darling future husband? Now that has a nice ring to it!” 

A/N: I apparently have a thing for hand holding... I appreciate any and all feedback!

[e-dubbc11]

To Love You More

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: mentions of Billy’s abandonment, love confessions, maybe a swear word or two, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 2.3K-ish

Summary: Billy shows up at your apartment drunk. You’re surprised at what he has to tell you.

A/N: Based off of the song To Love You More by Celine Dion (don’t you judge me 🤣, the violin in it is really pretty) Sunday mornings are my alone time so I was food prepping and serenading my dog when the song came on so I continued to sing to her and this idea popped in my head. I hope you like it ♥️

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The three loud raps against your door startled you.

The noise scared you bad enough to cause you to toss some of your popcorn onto the floor. You managed to regain control of your wine glass before you dropped that onto the floor too. Pausing the movie, you placed the bowl and wine glass onto the coffee table and cautiously walked over to the door.

The clock on the microwave read 1:25 AM.

The three knocks came again along with a voice you recognized. “B-baby you awake?” He boomed from the other side of the door.

“Billy? Is that you?” You asked, relaxing a little when you heard your boyfriend’s voice.

“C-can y-you lemme in s-sweet girl? P-please? I-I f-feel like I’m gonna f-fall over.” He slurred.

Oh boy…

Billy had an event for his company, Anvil, tonight. As CEO, he had to make an appearance but by the sounds of it, he stayed a little longer than he probably should have.

Your relationship with Billy was still somewhat new; he hadn’t asked you to accompany him to one of these events yet and you were using the term “boyfriend” loosely.

The two of you spent a lot of time together but you just assumed he didn’t want to put a label on it and you couldn’t shake the feeling you were just setting yourself up for a heartbreak because you knew a lot of men like Billy…and dated them. They didn’t have relationships or want them; they just played with you until they were ready to move on.

But unless Billy was an exceptionally good actor, he really seemed like he was having a lot of fun with you and in turn, you were having a lot of fun with him. More than anything, you wanted this relationship to work because he made you feel loved even if he hadn’t said it out loud.

You opened the door. Billy stood leaning against the doorframe; his tie was loose around his neck. Normally perfectly styled, his ebony colored hair was slightly tousled and grazed the top of his eyebrows, and the top buttons on his crisp white dress shirt were undone. He still looked incredibly handsome.

Billy’s cheeks were flushed from the chilly winter air as he greeted you with that familiar million-dollar smile. His eyes were halfway open and you could still smell the bourbon on his breath as he pinched your chin and gave you a slightly sloppy kiss.

“W-well don’t you look a-adorable!” He exclaimed.

You chuckled a little and bit back a smile because you were just wearing pajama pants and a ribbed tank top. It wasn’t anything special.

“I-I had that work th-thing tonight.” He said, gliding into your apartment and trying not to lose his balance. “I-I might ha-have had a little tooooooo much to drink.”

“Yes, it does seem like you had one too many.” You said, biting back a slight smile. “Come on, lieutenant. Can you make it over to the couch?”

Billy started to carefully walk over to the couch when he looked down and noticed your spilled popcorn.

“Y-you sp-spilled some, baby. Oh shit…d-did I sc-scare you when I knocked on the d-door?” He asked, trying his best to not slur his words.

“A little.” You replied. “But it’s ok. What are you doin’ here, Billy?”

After removing his jacket, you helped Billy sit down. His long, slender fingers grazed the skin of your lower back when he lifted the hem of your tank top as he planted himself on your couch. Shivers danced up and down your spine while goosebumps sprinkled across your exposed skin. His touches always burned your skin in the most delightful way, every time.

“I-I just missed youuuuu. Y-you shoulda come w-with me tonight. Oh, I-I probably should have asked you to come with m-me.” He said, nervously.

It had to be the alcohol making him say all this but it made your heart swell to hear that he missed you.

Making sure he was seated firmly on the couch, you tried to let go of his hand to walk away. “I’m gonna get you some water and ibuprofen, I’ll be right back.”

Billy didn’t let go of your hand.

“I scared y-you tonight, huh. I g-guess I just scare everyone. Anyone that tries to get close, I p-push them away. I p-pushed my mother away too, ya know. Sh-she didn’t want me either.” He said, his voice a little steadier.

Billy didn’t talk much about his childhood. You knew he was a product of the system but he didn’t elaborate on that after he told you. That was the first time he had ever mentioned his mother to you.

Crouching down in front of him, you looked into his eyes, brushed the bristles of his beard with your thumbs and replied, “You haven’t pushed ME away, baby. I’ll always want you.”

With his other hand, he pushed back the hair that had fallen into his eyes so he could get a better look at you. His mouth split into a shy smile as he leaned in to touch his forehead to yours. The scent of bourbon was on his lips as he softly pressed them against your freshly cleansed skin and you inhaled the aroma of his spicy cologne.

“I-I don’t want to push you away, my love. I’ve waited a long time for you.” Whispered Billy. “Y-you let me be…me. I love you, y/n.”

Billy didn’t know what he was saying; he couldn’t have meant that. The alcohol flowing through his veins clearly allowed him to talk freely and tell you things that he never told anyone else. You thought maybe he would later regret doing that but it was too late now.

“Ok, you’ve had a lot more to drink than I thought and I know you don’t mean that but I’ve told you before, you can always be yourself with me, Billy. I will never judge you.” You said in barely more than a whisper as his eyelids became heavy and you coaxed him to swing his legs up onto the couch. “Lie back for me, baby. Thaaaaat’s it…”

“No, I really do mean it y/n!” Said Billy, in a slightly elevated tone.

“Oooooook, time to get some sleep, soldier.” You replied, playfully.

He was asleep before his head hit the pillow. His lean body was fully stretched out with one hand resting on his chest, the other was draped off the side with his knuckles barely skimming the floor as you gingerly covered him with a blanket.

Before turning off the living room lamp, you watched Billy sleep for a few minutes, stroking his handsome face with your knuckles and you warmed his skin as you lightly pressed your lips to his cheek and then to his lips.

He didn’t move.

In the gathering darkness, before going to your bedroom, you whispered in Billy’s ear, “I’m always here for you, Billy. I love you too…goodnight my love.”

Your pillow cradled your head as you stared up at the ceiling, thinking about Billy’s confessions to you that left you wondering if he meant any of what he had said and would he remember any of it? If you were to put any money on it, you would have said he wouldn’t remember any of it, deny that he even said anything, or blame the alcohol and he didn’t mean a word of it.

Before drifting off to sleep, a slight smile stretched across your lips. He came to you wanting nothing more than to tell you that he missed you, that he wanted you by his side tonight and upset with himself that he didn’t ask. With zero hesitation, you would have said yes.

Well…there was always next time.

**********

Your eyes lightly fluttered opened and closed again as the mattress dipped underneath you. A warm body spooned up behind you and Billy kissed your bare shoulder. A handful of hours must have passed as the early morning sky was just starting to lighten. He must have stripped down to his boxer briefs because you felt his skin touch yours as his long arms wrapped around your waist.

Humming into your ear, he kissed the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You loved when he did that and a soft moan of his name escaped your lips as a reflex.

“Mmmmm…Billy.” You said.

Billy buried his head into your neck like a cat, desperately wanting to be as close as he possibly could to you. He gripped you tightly, possessively like he was afraid to let you go as he purred into your ear, “You meant it, right baby? That you’ll always be there for me?”

In the liquid darkness, you turned to face him. You couldn’t see him with the exception of some of his features. His lips were close to yours as he repeated, “I heard you. You said you’d always be there. I’m not making that up, right?”

Slowly, you extended your hand, reached for him, and started to gently rake your nails against his scalp as you replied, “Of course, Billy. As long as you want me, I’m here baby.”

“As long as I want you?” He questioned. “As long as YOU want ME!” He said.

Billy’s lips crashed against yours, his hands tightly gripped your waist, your lips parted as his tongue slipped into your mouth, wanting to tangle with yours. His raven colored hair glided in between your fingers and you could feel a trace of his smile against your lips as he continued to kiss you in the softly filtered glow of your bedroom.

After and holding you in a firm embrace, he told you about his mother and it wasn’t a mystery anymore of why he didn’t trust people, or why he didn’t let anyone get too close. He was afraid of being abandoned again.

Billy never wanted to feel the way he did standing outside that fire station, a scared little boy wondering what he did wrong for his mother to leave him and never come back. It wasn’t his fault and you made sure to tell him that he did not push her away. That was all her doing.

As he spoke, you wondered if Billy could ever completely forgive his mother for what she did. And if he could, he’s a much better person than you are because you could never forgive her for that. The dull ache in your chest persisted as you felt your heart break for him.

Billy was a child, he didn’t deserve to be treated that way, but she earned everything she got in return. She didn’t deserve a second chance, not after abandoning her own child like she did.

The stars slowly disappeared as the sky started to brighten. And in that early morning light, you could finally see Billy’s dark eyes fixed on yours, like he was waiting until he could actually see you to say what he wanted to say next.

“I know you thought I was too drunk or that I didn’t mean it but I do mean it, sweet girl. I love you. I’ve never told anyone about her except you because I feel like—“ Billy said then paused.

It was a struggle for him to tell you how he really felt but he was trying and you could never fault him for wanting to be better.

He continued.

“I feel like I can…trust you.”

Love and trust…those were two things Billy never thought he’d ever experience. You’ve never given him a reason not to trust you. He said it earlier…”You let me be…me.” If he wanted to talk, you would let him and no matter how much or how little he wanted to say, that was enough for you.

Even though he had trouble verbalizing how he was feeling, he would show you how much he cares with a surprise cup of coffee at work in the middle of the day, or a donut from the place down the street because you “like their sprinkles,” a walk in the park on a warm sunny day, or reading to you because he knows you love listening to his voice.

Those were just a few of the ways Billy Russo expressed his feelings for you. Deep down in the pit of your stomach, you knew he meant what he said. Those three little words he never expressed until tonight…to anyone.

Feeling the warmth of his skin, you inched closer to him and his gentle exhale brushed against your lashes; you gave him a warm smile and gently pressed your lips to his.

“I love you too, baby. And you can trust me that no one will ever love you more than I do.” You said softly against his lips.

The night blackened window of your bedroom had started to brighten with the sun attempting to break through the small space in between your curtains as you held each other in silence.

Sometimes words weren’t always necessary. Actions speak volumes and really attest to someone’s feelings and intentions toward you. Putting his trust in you helped to pick up the pieces of Billy’s broken heart and carefully put it back together again.

Billy didn’t say anything else and he didn’t have to. The way his lips crushed against yours, how he lovingly kissed every inch of you, his fingers tracing all the curves and hollows of your body, and how gentle he was when he caressed your face…there wasn’t any doubt in your mind now that Billy Russo adored you, that he only wanted to be with you, and more than anything, that he loved you.

I’ll be waiting for you

Here inside my heart

I’m the one who wants to love you more

You will see I can give you

Everything you need

Let me be the one to love you more

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[meangirls-imagines]

hi! can i ask for more descriptions of the R in the poly!plasticsverse (i love the character descriptions btw, im just eager) like how tall are they and what music they listen to.

(also hi! is this the appropriate place to send my dumb little thoughts about them? because i know your requests are closed and i don’t wanna like overstep in any way. im also the person who submitted R getting up in the middle of the night to sleep [IT WAS SO GOOD AND SWEET AND CUTE, i love it so much] but i did not expect to get something written, and i felt bad because i didn’t know if that meant i made you feel like it was a request. if it did come off as a request, i am so sorry, i meant to be a gay little shit telling you how much it took over my brain to read poly!plastics)

HI YES OF COURSE YOU CAN SEND IN YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THE POLY!PLASTICSVERSE! PLEASE DO!

Y/N is what @yungpoetfics calls "polyjamorous".

She vibes to female rappers with Regina.

She dances to vintage music with Gretchen. (Her and Gretchen have slow danced to Elvis in the kitchen late at night.)

She tries to listen to Kpop with Karen but can't get into it. (She doesn't tell Karen that so she doesn't hurt her feelings.)

She goes all "Thug Life" with Shane. (They showed up to school one day dressed like 2005 John Cena while blasting Tupac. Regina burned those clothes after Y/N wore them.)

She introduced Shane to emo rap. He became obsessed with Lil Peep in two days. (He tried to get face tats but Y/N shut that shit down quickly."

"Lil Peep looks good with them because he's handsome, you would look like you just got out of jail. Do you know what they do to pretty boys like you in jail? They make them bottom bitches." "Maybe I should go to jail." "NO!"

Her and Aaron listen to all kinds of things (but when they are alone, they blast One Direction).

Her and Janis have a similar taste, so they vibe with each others music.

Damian tries to get her to listen to R&B and she likes it.....kind of.

Y/N is a pop punk/emo at heart.

Y/N and Regina will jam to Paramore and Evanescence but Y/N's favorite band is Simple Plan.

Y/N went to a Simple Plan concert when she was a kid and it was the greatest moment of her life.

They got a picture of them meeting Simple Plan and it's their greatest possession.

She listens to classical music with Cady when she tutors Y/N. When they hang out on what they call "mother and son time", they listen to country. (Conway Twitty, Garth Brooks, Reba, etc.)

Regina and Y/N recreated the "Still Into You" video (Regina singing, Y/N playing guitar. Ballons, bicycles indoors, the whole thing) and posted it to their IG on Valentines Day.

It's their song.

Emo band hcs:

Y/N: Simple Plan

Regina: Paramore

Karen: Panic! At the Disco

Gretchen: Dashboard Confessional

Cady: Secondhand Serenade

Aaron: Fall Out Boy

Shane: Green Day

Janis: Avril Lavigne

Damian: is confused

Now, let's talk about about our favorite stoner.

Y/N is 5'6", she's just shorter than Regina.

She's got a scar on her nose from when she was a kid and she was jumping on her parent's bed and tripped over her dad's foot and busted her face. (I'm totally not projecting). And a birthmark on her stomach that is lighter than the rest of her skin (so it looks like a scar). When they get intimate, its her girlfriends favorite spot to kiss.

(She also wrote a song called My Girl for the plastics and plays it when one or all of them are sad.)

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Kinktober Special Part 8

Mo’s Kinktober Special 

The Crew’s Whore (Part 8) (+18)

!!!!!!MINORS DNI!!!!

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

WC: 2600 lol

TWs: IT’S FOOT TIME! FOOT FETISH WARNING! Man I am not even into feet but this kinda did it for me. In my brain Law is canonically into feet in a weird way. Unprotected sex, p in v sex, table sex, alcohol consuption, toe sucking lmao, just fetish shit yeah.

——

The trip to the next island was turning out to be longer than anticipated due to poor weather. The Straw Hat pirates had allied themselves with now-warlord-of-the-sea Captain Trafalgar Law and were harboring him on their ship as they sailed towards the next part of their plan as an alliance. The weather had finally turned pleasant so of course Luffy ordered Sanji to prepare a huge feast, complete with piles of steaming food and barrels of cold booze. 

Eating and drinking were two of you favorite activities, second and third only to fucking, so you were thrilled at the prospect of a little party. No one had approached you yet and asked you for your time tonight, everyone being so busy setting up for the party and all… but you expected that to change as the night went on. Because you anticipated being taken for your services tonight, you took the time to bathe and clean yourself up a little extra nice. 

You curled your hair into soft waves and spent half an hour caking your face and painting your lips a glossy sheer crimson before heading to your closet and picked out an outfit. You settled on a flouncy little baby pink dress, the layered fabric sheer and light. The soft pink hem swished high up on your thighs, leaving very little of your legs to the imagination. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you decide to play it up even further and crouched down to grab a pair of red high heels from under your bed. You slipped on the pumps and with a final twirl in the mirror headed out to the party. 

The deck of the ship was buzzing with the sounds of your crew mates enjoying themselves. Brook was serenading the party with a jaunty tune to which Chopper and Nami were dancing, Luffy was busying himself with the sumptuous spread Sanji prepared, all while Zoro was ahead of the game and drinking himself into oblivion. Law was seated at the same table as Zoro, seemingly having much less of a nice time. The mysterious doctor was hunched over and stared emotionless into his drink, puffy brim of his hat shielding most of his face. 

You noticed your friend Robin leaning up against the back wall of the Sunny with a glass of red wine in hand and bit of a scowl on her face. 

“You don’t look pleased with the festivities.” 

“See that target they put up at the end of the ship?” Robin nods behind you. 

You turn and do indeed see a large target placed near the head of the Sunny. 

“Yeah?” You inquire. 

“Usopp and Franky keep having shooting contests. Franky keeps losing but he won’t give up. I don’t think they’ve sat down all night, and his face is as red as a tomato. Kind of embarrassing…” Robin giggles a little. 

“Are you surprised? I guess they’ll be out of our hair for the rest of the night then.” You laugh.

“That’s my point.” Robin rolls her eyes. Your brows raise in realization. 

“Ohhhh… you were trying to get laid! I get it now! Well no one’s approached me if you’re still up for it later…” You wink.  

“Thank you sweet y/n, always so thoughtful!” Robin sips her wine. “I’ll see if I can find you later if I’m still feeling up for it. Go get a drink and enjoy the party, dear!” Robin waves you on to the kitchen. 

You enter the galley and are immediately met with a very sweaty, stressed out Sanji. 

“Hi handsome.” You purr as you approach the blonde at the stove. 

“Oh, hello my love. I’m afraid the voracious appetite of our captain has rendered me incapacitated for the rest of the evening, the fucking glutton…” Sanji sighs. 

“Aww, my poor, tired, love cook.” You coo as you push his bangs out of his eyes. You place a kiss on his cheek. A droplet of blood escapes Sanji’s left nostril. “Well I’ll leave you to it then.” You grab a bottle of cold wine from the fridge and a glass from the shelf and carry them both out to the deck with you. 

You stroll over to the table where Law and Zoro were seated, now joined by Luffy whose cheeks were stuffed to bursting with various meats and cheeses. 

“You gentlemen mind if I sit with you?” You ask while already sitting down across from Law. 

“Not at all, pretty thing. Come have a drink with us.” Zoro smirks at you, holding his hand out to take the wine bottle from you. You oblige and he unsheathes a single blade to pop the cork off for you in dramatic fashion. 

“My hero.” You chide as the swordsman fills your glass to the brim. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me drunk, Mr. Roronoa.” 

“And what if I am? You say the filthiest shit after you’ve had a whole bottle of wine and it’s fucking incredible.” Zoro shoots you a hungry look as he downs another cup of sake. Luffy giggles. Law straightens up and gives Zoro a confused look. 

“Not much of a talker, are you, Trafalgar?” You turn your attention to Law. 

“I didn’t know the two of you were a couple.” He states blankly. 

“We’re not. I’m seeing everyone.” You smirk across the table at the foreign captain. He looks even more confused. “It’s what I do. I love making my crew mates happy, you can understand that, can’t you?”

Without time to answer, Luffy interjects. 

“Haha you should give her a try, Traffy! She’s really something hehe!” 

Law’s eyes widen. 

“Yeah why not, Tra-Guy? You’re already here eating our food and drinking our booze, why not sample some of the other amenities we have here on the Sunny.” Zoro chuckles as he pours himself another cup of liquor. Zoro must be quite fond of Law, as sharing you is never something he likes to bring up. 

“I’m sorry… are you offering me… her? Shouldn’t she be doing that?” Law looks a bit offended. 

“Would that make you feel better? My services apply to guests of the Straw Hat pirates as well, and I assure you I can meet whatever needs you may have.” You swirl you wine in the glass and take a long sip. 

“Um… No.. that’s.. that’s quite alright, thank you.” Law stutters out his refusal. 

“You don’t know what you’re turning down, man. Whatever you’re into, and I mean whatever, she can do it. Sweetest pussy in the Grand Line.” Zoro leans back in his chair. 

“Zoro! Don’t be so vulgar around our guest.” You scold the swordsman. 

“Whatever, his loss.” Zoro shrugs and slams another drink. 

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After hours upon hours of dancing and drinking, the party had thinned out quite a bit. Now that things were winding down, you notice the painful ache in your feet from wearing high heels all night. Most everyone had headed to bed and you were considering doing the same until you spy your unfinished bottle of wine on the table with Law still dated at it, alone now. 

You sit down across from Law and take a swig from the bottle directly, your glass having been lost several dances ago. 

“Classy.” Law remarks from across the table. 

“Never said that was part of my resume.” You smirk and take another swallow of alcohol. You pull your feet up into your lap and groan. “God this is the last fucking time I wear these heels.” 

You slip off one of your shoes and behind massaging the heel of your foot with both hands. You pause your ministrations to grab another sip of wine when you notice Law’s eyes on you. They weren’t on your breasts close to spilling out of your low cut dress, or your plush thighs squishing against the wood of the bench you were sitting on… they were on your foot in your lap. 

There it is.

Ideas filled your head on how to finally break this stoic stranger. 

“You’re a doctor, right?” You ask innocently. 

“Huh?” Law responds, having been snapped out of what seemed like a trance. “Um, yeah.” 

“Could you maybe feel right here? I think it could be swollen.” You extend your nearly naked leg across from you and push the table to the side so that there was nothing between the two of you. 

“It..i-it doesn’t look swollen… but if you really want I could… I could take a closer look…” He hesitantly up at you before returning his gaze to your perfectly pedicured foot. 

“I’d love that. Thank you.” 

Law gingerly takes your foot in both hands and presses firmly into where you were pointing. You squirm a bit, feet incredibly sore from dancing all night. Law starts to rub up and down from your toes to your heel, intently examining every inch. You couldn’t help but notice how his mouth was now parted and his breathing quickened as he stroked your foot. 

He stopped abruptly and released your foot from his hold. 

“I-it seems fine. You should be fine.” 

You drop your foot directly into his lap and push it firmly against the crotch of Law’s jeans. 

“Are you sure, doctor? I think you should check again.” You flash him a devious smile as you take another swig from the bottle. 

“W-what are you doing, y/n?” Law sputters out, sweat forming on his temples. You feel his cock begin to stir under the sole of your foot. 

“You know, Traffy, we could have a lot of fun together…” You push harder against his erection with your foot. 

Law winces but he doesn’t respond. 

“Y-yeah?” He manages to pant out. 

You begin to slowly stroke your foot over his denim clad member, feeling it from base to tip, hot and aching to be freed. 

“Mhmm… Why don’t you take him out so we can play? You’re so hard Traffy, must hurt… We’re the only ones left out here, no need to be shy anymore…” You giggle. 

Law sucks in a breath before eventually undoing his belt and jeans buttons. His cock springs up as he pulls it out his pants and briefs, laying rigid against his abdomen. 

“Wow… you have such a pretty cock, Traffy…” You coo at him as you slip your left shoe off your foot and allow it to join your other foot in his lap. 

“D-don’t call me that…” Law whispers out. 

“Sorry…” You begin rubbing both of your feet up and down Law’s now exposed length. He watches your movements in awe as his mouth hangs farther open than before. “You’re just so cute I can’t help but tease you…” 

Law pays your words no mind as he is mesmerized by the sight of your pretty little feet stroking his cock. Soft pants leave his lips as you continue working him over. 

“You wanna cum like this, or do you wanna fuck me, Law?” You ask as you slide the ball of your right foot over his leaking tip. 

Without responding verbally, Law grunts and leans forward to pick you up by your waist and lay you down roughly on the table you had scooted out of the way earlier. He rips his shirt over his head, keeping his hat in place. He wastes no time and flips up your frilly pink dress to expose your panties that had grown wet from merely giving a powerful man a foot job. 

“I’m not waiting-“ Law says as he pushes your panties to the side and slides the head of his cock from your hole to your clit and back again, coating himself in your wetness. He pushes himself inside of you quickly, causing you to moan and arch your back. After a few experimental thrusts, Law picks up a quick pace and rams his hips into yours, curved cock hitting all the right places inside of you. 

“Oh, fuck, Law that’s so oh-!” Your eyes snap open at the foreign feeling only to see Law standing between your legs with the outside few toes of your right foot in his mouth. Eyes slammed shut, he doesn’t falter in his thrusts as he savors the taste of your skin on his tongue. He uses one hand to rub at your clit as he caresses your ankle with the other. 

“Dirty boy…” You coo up at him as you rake your nails down his abdomen. “You like sucking on my toes, you filthy boy?”

“Mmmm” Law manages to groan out as he peppers wet, sloppy kisses to the sole of your foot now, making sure every inch gets his attention. 

“Make me cum and I’ll let you blow all over them.” You demand as you wrap your other leg around his waist and pull him closer. 

“Fuck… swordsman wasn’t kidding…” Law grunts out as he picks up the pace of his hips, plowing into you with an ungodly force. He untangles your legs from his body and pushes them up to your chest, allowing himself the perfect angle to heighten your pleasure. 

With hands under the crooks of your knees, Law brings you tumbling over the edge of your high and you cried out his name to the starry sky above you as your orgasm overtakes you. With your cunt still pulsing, Law pulls his aching, throbbing cock begging for release from your tight hole and begins stroking it in front of you. 

Law grabs both your ankles in one hand and proceeds to blow rope after rope of hot white spend all over your delicate, pink painted toes. 

Breathing heavily still, Law takes a few moments to admire his handiwork. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You quip from your exposed state on the table. 

Law shoves himself back into his pants and puts his shirt back on. He surprisingly takes the time to gently put your panties back into place and pull your dress down before helping you off the table. 

“You aren’t.. going to tell anyone about this… right?” He asks, hiding his eyes again with the brim of his hat. 

“About what? You liking feet?” You smirk. 

“Y-yeah…” 

“You’re secret is safe with me, Traffy.” You say with a wink. 

xx

*A/N ........ sorry :)*

[sattlersquarry]

hyacinths; peonies (steve harrington x fem!reader)

finale of the bloom series. series masterlist

Summary: All things must come to an end...or not so much. (garden center!steve x wedding planner!reader)

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: language, mentions of infidelity and trust issues.

hyacinths: "I am sorry," "please forgive me," sorrow

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You get out of “family dinner” with Jim, Joyce, their kids, and your mother by feigning a stomachache. You cry yourself to sleep, and the next morning, you shine a flashlight on your forehead to raise your temperature.

Your mother comes in your room at 9 a.m. sharp to whisk you off for some last-minute wedding prep before tomorrow’s rehearsal and this weekend’s big event. Thanks to your faux fever and somewhat convincing acting where you clutch your stomach and moan and groan about how bad you feel, she gives you the day off.

“Rest up and drink lots of fluids,” she says. “I’ll check on you later.”

You wallow in bed, thankful that you don’t have to spend the day thinking about eternal love after seeing Steve getting a kiss from the mystery girl. You watch soap operas on the small TV in your rented bedroom, relieved that today’s episodes all surround dramatic events, like car crashes and kidnappings, and that none of them are themed around weddings or love.

The guest house phone rings around noon. Distracted by the episode of General Hospital you’re watching, you pick it up without thinking.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Steve! What’s up?”

You almost choke on the chocolate-covered pretzels you’re scarfing down, causing you to erupt into a coughing fit.

“Hey, Steve,” you say hoarsely. “Sorry, I’m sick, so I’ll see you—”

“Wait!” Steve begs. “Hold on. I saw you at the Garden Center yesterday, but you rushed out of there so fast we didn’t get to talk. Is everything okay?”

“Like I said,” you say sharper than you mean to, “I’m sick. I feel like shit.”

“If you want, I can come by later with some chicken noodle soup? Or something else, if you don’t like chicken noodle.”

God, why is he so fucking nice? It’s making it harder to push him away. But visions dance in your head of Steve and that girl yesterday, and it spurs you to snap, “Goodbye, Steve.”

You hang up the phone and curl up under the covers, closing your eyes and wishing the wedding was over. You just want to go back home.

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Steve, shocked, stares at the Garden Center office phone in his hand. He tries not to be too hurt by your behavior—you’re sick, after all, you don’t owe anyone pleasantries—but after the other night, he thought you two were in a really great place.

But then you stormed out of the Garden Center before you two could talk. Steve wanted to call you last night, but he spent the rest of his shift lugging mulch bags around and was exhausted after closing.

He used his lunch break to call you today, not expecting such an icy reception. Again, it could just be your illness, but Steve worries it’s something more.

Did you see him with Nancy? The realization startles him. Out of context, he and Nance probably looked pretty cozy. You might get the wrong impression.

“Fuck me,” Steve groans, slapping the phone back on the hook.

“No thanks,” Robin says, entering the office. “Why aren’t you eating lunch?”

“I just tried to call Y/N,” Steve says. “And she says she’s home sick, but I really think she’s pissed at me because she saw me with Nancy yesterday.”

“That makes a lot of sense,” Robin says. She perches on the edge of the desk and holds out her baggie of baby carrots for Steve to take one. He does. “She practically sprinted away from here. She couldn’t get away fast enough.”

Steve bites into the carrot, looking much too sorrowful for a man with an “Honor Your Mother Earth” shirt on.

“What the hell am I going to do?” he asks. “Y/N made it clear she doesn’t want to talk to me, but I need to explain that Nancy and I are nothing more than friends.”

“What about a grand romantic gesture?” Robin says. Her eyes shine with excitement. “Ooh! Maybe serenade her with a love song?”

“No, no,” Steve says. “No fluff. I have to be authentic and genuine.”

Although Steve’s break is over, he decides to spend the rest of his shift brainstorming how to clear the air and win you back. Because he wants you, not anyone else.

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When your mother checks in on you later, she gives you a knowing look and says, “If you think I can’t tell that your sickness is nothing more than a broken heart, you must take me for a fool.”

You grimace.

“It’s that obvious?”

“Of course,” your mother says. “But only because it’s an ailment I’m all too familiar with.”

She perches at the edge of your bed and pats your arm. “What did that boy do?”

“I saw him with another girl,” you say with a sigh, picking at a loose thread on your throw blanket. “She kissed him. Just on the cheek, but still. The way he looked at her…it killed me.”

Your mother doesn’t say anything for a few moments. When you finally look up and make eye contact, she’s frowning.

You know what she’s thinking about: your father. How he up and left the family to run off with his mistress, and now he has another family in Key West.

So, you’re shocked when your mother says, “Well, what if that’s his cousin?”

“Uh, excuse me?”

“Did you talk to Steve about it?” your mother says. “Maybe that’s his cousin, or sister, or friend.”

“Friends don’t look at each other like that,” you say, vehemently shaking your head. “He’s cheating.”

Your mother nods slowly. “Hmm. Yes. Well, you’ll never know the true story if you don’t talk to him, will you?”

With that, she stands and exits, leaving you to think about her words.

You’re surprised at her reaction. A few years ago, your mother would’ve been cursing Steve’s name, lamenting that all men are the same: untrustworthy pigs.

Now, a few years after the cheating scandal and messy divorce, she’s more self-assured. She’s less likely to jump to conclusions. But you did, because maybe your parents’ divorce had more of an effect on you than you initially thought.

You try to call Steve back, but he’s already left work when you dial the Garden Center’s number. You call his home phone, and the line is busy.

You tell yourself tomorrow before the wedding rehearsal, you’ll swing by and talk to him. But the day comes, and your mother has you doing last minute wedding prep up until the rehearsal itself.

The man you want to see arrives at the Byers-Hopper residence for the rehearsal dinner, with Robin and a few of Will and El’s friends in tow. Your heart sinks when you see the girl from the Garden Center walking up with them.

Any desire you had to talk to him and figure things out disappears, replaced by a sensation of insecurity and dread. You make eye contact with Steve and his eyes widen. He smiles and waves. You give him a polite smile before beelining back to your mother, asking (begging) her for another chore to take you away from the main group.

“We’re about to do the wedding rehearsal,” your mother says pointedly.

“I don’t need to be here for that, right?”

She glances between you and Steve and sighs.

“Oh, fine. If you really don’t want to stick around, you can head to the main house and fold table name cards.”

You thank her and zip away, the mindless activity a reprieve. However, 15 minutes later, you hear the back door open while your back is turned.

You assume it’s your mother and say, “Okay, so where should I put—oh.”

It’s Steve. He’s standing in the doorway, face pale, gripping a bouquet of purple hyacinths.

“Hi,” he says quietly. “Can we please talk?”

You clear your throat and turn away, back to the name cards.

“Sorry, I really don’t have time right now—”

“Please?!” Steve repeats, voice cracking. “I think I know why you’re upset, and I just want to explain.”

You sigh and sit in a kitchen chair, gesturing for Steve to sit across from you.

He hands you the hyacinths, with you gingerly accept.

“Who is she?” you blurt out before he can say anything.

He swallows hard.

“My ex-girlfriend. But we’re not together anymore.”

You nod, hating yourself for sounding so small when you say, “She kissed you.”

“I know,” Steve says, closing his eyes like he’s in pain. “But it’s not like that. Nancy and I are just friends now. We’re better as friends.”

“Right.”

“I promise,” he repeats firmly. “Nancy is Jonathan’s girlfriend—that’s why she’s here. Y/N, I’m really enjoying spending time with you, and I like you so much. I’ve never felt this way before. I’d never cheat on you. Never.”

You believe him. Mostly. But something itches in the back of your mind. A seed of distrust, planted years ago the first time you caught your father in his study, whispering on the phone with his mistress about a phony business trip.

“I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” you say, unable to look him in the eye.

“No, please don’t apologize,” Steve says. “I’m the one who’s sorry.”

You pluck a petal off a hyacinth, squeezing it between your fingers.

“My dad cheated on my mom,” you blurt out, before you can stop yourself, surprised at your own honesty. “So now I kind of have trust issues.”

“Well, we have that in common,” Steve sighs. “Are all dads assholes, or are we just unlucky?”

You laugh despite yourself, feeling some tension dissipate. Steve must feel it too, because his shoulders relax.  

“Can we start over?” Steve asks with a shy grin. He sticks out a hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Steve. I work at the Garden Center. What’s your name?”

You almost want to run away, embarrassed that you jumped to all the wrong conclusions about Steve. But the expectant, earnest look on his face makes you stay. Makes you smile at him, shake his outstretched hand, and say, “Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

peonies: happy life, happy marriage

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

Hopper and Joyce embrace and kiss, the crowd erupting into cheers.

The wedding went off without a hitch—just like you knew it would. Now, your time in Hawkins is almost to a close.

At the reception, you stand off in the corner of the yard by a willow tree and watch the newlyweds and their guests tear it up on the dance floor.

Your mother has finally freed you from your wedding-planning duties. She promises to handle any last-minute emergencies and let you enjoy yourself.

Enjoy your time with Steve, you know she means. She looked thrilled to see the two of you emerge from the Byers-Hopper house holding hands after you cleared the air yesterday afternoon.

You see Steve navigate through the crowd, holding two champagne flutes aloft. He darts to the side just in the nick of time as Jonathan Byers’ friend Argyle starts to electric slide into his path.

You snicker at the sight as Steve approaches.

“Hey, cut that out,” Steve says, handing you the drink with a mock intense expression on his face. “I almost got bowled over for these.”

“I saw,” you say. You jokingly pat his cheek and add, “You’re very brave, Steve.”

He plays along, preening under your fake praise.

“I know.”

After drinking, dancing, drinking some more, eating, and watching Jonathan’s face turn firetruck red when Nancy catches Joyce’s bouquet, you and Steve find yourselves swaying on the dance floor to an instrumental of “Unchained Melody.” The band your mother hired really is quite good.

You don’t want to ruin the moment, but you need to know.

“Hey,” you ask, hoping the hands slung around Steve’s neck aren’t shaking. “You still want to do this, right?”

“What do you mean?” he asks softly.

“Like, this,” you say, a little embarrassed as you gesture between the two of you. “Because I’m moving back to Eagleton tomorrow. But I really like you and I hope we can make this work.”

“I really like you, too,” Steve says, his cheeks flushing peony pink. “So, to answer your question, hell yes. I want to do this. Whatever ‘this’ entails.”

“Driving two hours round-trip to see me?” you prompt, bracing yourself for his response.

“Oh, absolutely! We can alternate visiting each other on weekends. And talk on the phone during the week. And just, you know. See where ‘this’ goes.”

The two of you lovesick goofs smile at each other, continuing to slow dance even as the music changes to something upbeat.

If you or Steve could predict the future, you would see a few important things. You would see the many months of weekend trips before Steve moves to Eagleton to share an apartment with you.

You would see the proposal — a quiet, understated thing at home with no witnesses except the cat you and Steve adopted on your two-year dating anniversary.

You would see your own wedding, planned by your amazingly talented mother of course. And she’s the one you have walk you down the aisle.

You’d see birthdays and holidays and romantic getaways and babies being born and growing old together. You’d watch your whole life with Steve bloom ahead of you, filled with all the wonderful things life should be.

But right now it’s 1987, and you’re dancing at a wedding with your new boyfriend Steve, and you can’t predict the future but if you could, you’d be really damn happy about it.

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A/N Thank you for reading along with this mini-series! :) I wanted to get the finale posted before the official start of fall. now it's time to pivot to spooky things perhaps, or an orange juice sequel...

tag list for this particular series!! @quinnkeerys @spicysix @keerysquinn @sunshinesteviee @inkluvs @stevebabey @0vix0 @lame0o @ghostlyfleur @starry-eyed-steve @hollandweather @lurkingprincess

[keiskake]

your prayers have been heard (chapter two - hawks)

takami keigo x quirkless f!reader (au chilhood friends // characters are aged up 21+) (red = hawks' pov)

warnings ~ hawks being flirty + pet names, swearing, spoilers about hawks’ backstory from the anime

wordcount ~ 1.350k

summary ~ you and takami keigo grew up together in a shitty hut with terrible parents. he disappeared one day when you were 6, but he never left your mind. the heavens entwined your destinies together, but it’s not a smooth jurney you soon figure out. 

a/n ~ i planned the rest of this series out and i’m so excited to upload each chapter for you guys to read. again no set schedule as i tend to drift off into other little projects, but it will be one chapter a week minimum. thank you for reading, reblogs +likes are always appreciated. <3

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you stretched with the morning sunrise, it beamed at your bed hair and drool on the side of your mouth. 7:00am, time for work. you pulled over a white shirt, adjusted your black skirt and threw on a pair of black tights. you did the usual, brushing your teeth, washing your face, grabbing your shit in a bag and putting your shoes on. you always wore your crimson red feather clip, it was your favourite part of the morning. and like that you headed out for another day of work.

you didn’t particularly enjoy working at the café, though you didn’t hate it either. you liked the company of customers and their kindness. “goodmorning y/n”, “how are you this morning dear?”, “the usual please, you always do it right.” you liked making people’s morning with a good coffee. but of course working there was just a way to ensure you and your mom never had to live a life of struggles again. the idea daunted you, and became your motivation to go the extra mile for tips or a raise. 

you walked through the city for a change, only due to the fact you were early that morning. when it wasn’t bustling with cars or flashing with city lights it was peaceful and serenading. gentle morning breezes and an illuminating sun watching over everyone in the city, it was beautiful. vendors and shops are starting to open, weekends are always the busiest of days. you glance around, watching the florist display the newest bouquet, greeting the family of bakers that owned the local cake shop and stopping at a toy store. 

outside that toy store was a basket. a basket of endeavour plushies. the same one you had. the same one kei had. it drew your attention away from the rest of the world. it sucked in the sunshine smile you had on your face moments before encountering the plushies. kei. that’s what it made you think about. it infiltrated your head with thoughts of kei. you reminisce of your friend, lifting the plushie to your face to get a better look. it hurt. you knew it did. there wasn’t a time where thinking about him was easy, but the ache in your heart grew. daggers to your heart. yes, that’s what it was.

you looked left, another basket. a hero you hadn’t seen before. you looked at it closely, crimson red wings, golden hair and eyes. the resemblance was so very similar to kei. but kei a hero? you were very much doubtful that would’ve happened. you were already doubtful to the idea that he was even alive. “you like that one young lady?” the shopkeeper prompted. you didn’t realise you were staring so much or for so long. “not like but...” you trail off “who is he?”. your eyes widened, glimpses of hope shot through your pupils. “number 2 hero, hawks!”. the hope diminished hearing the name ‘hawks’ and not keigo, your smile becoming dim. you thanked the shop keeper and returned the endeavour plushie back in its basket. 

you kept walking, heading in the direction of the café. you passed a billboard on the shopping centre, and there he is again. ‘hawks’. the resemblance was uncanny to you, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up anymore. you reasoned with yourself to stay sensible in your thoughts and kept walking. your ideas and theories wouldn’t settle, the walk to work wasn’t quiet, though the world around you was.

you heard sounds of praise and cheer coming from behind you. “omg it’s hawks!”, “look, look number two!”. ‘hawks’? your curiosity got the better of you, per usual, and you turned to look at the commotion. the sky was magnificent. a beautiful bird soaring through the sky, wind brushing through its wings and the sun engulfing his presence. he was free, not prisoned by any shackles you thought. kei would’ve liked that. 

next to hawks was tokoyami, a UA student doing his work study at hawks’ agency. they complimented each other well. like light and dark, the sun and moon. kei and you. you smiled, being blessed with such a sight so early in your day.

you stopped mid flight, wings stretched out. you signal for tokoyami to patrol up ahead a few blocks in front. a man was crawling towards a cute girl in a black mini skirt. he put his arm out trying to snatch her bag, but you couldn’t let that happened now could you? you’re fuckin’ hawks. you command your fierce wings to pin the man to the floor as you swoop down to land. hands in your pockets, you walk towards the pathetic ‘villain’ on the ground and press your face closely against his. “now that’s not very gentleman like y’know? trying to take this cute little bird’s bag. run along before i call the police.” your gaze darkened, a death glare almost. he scrambled to get up and leave the area. you waved and grinned, turning around to face the cutest bird you had every seen. you'd see many cute fangirls before, but she took your breath away. you didn't have anything to say, and you always have something to say.

you were in absolute awe. hawks. number 2 hero. saving you?! 

your heart stopped and your palms got sweaty. you tried to look away, but his eyes were mesmerising. it drew you in. the golden horizon was a view to die for. he chuckles, “hey beautiful, gonna stare at me all day. i know i’m good looking and all but take a good look at yourself.” you got all flustered and bothered by the comment, fidgeting with your hair to avoid any further embarrassment. his eyes weren’t just beautiful, they were like kei’s. the thought of kei and ‘hawks’ being one in the same kept crossing your mind. you were unsure, and making an assumption didn’t seem to be the best idea.

“s-sorry! thank you for uhm saving me, hero.” you bowed your head in thanks, turning your heel to get going to work. but it caught his eye. your hairclip. it made his feathers tingle. he grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, face so close to one another. his lips were so close, one wrong move and you’d kiss. the image made you bright red, shaking you to the core. with his free hand he brushed a fingers against the clip. “pretty clip baby bird, where’d ya’ get it?”. he smiled softly, letting go of your arm and taking a step back. 

“a friend! an old childhood friend!”. your voice hitched. the mix of shyness from the contact you had just had and the ideas of ‘hawks’ being kei made you uneasy. “how cute, had a friend once. dunno where she is though.” he giggled, tilting his head to the side and staring at your clip once again. “say sweetheart, i’m drawn to you, it’s like you’re calling my name y’know.” he steps in your direction again, cupping your cheek with a hand and the other hand pulling out a piece of paper that he slips into your bag. “wanna thank me? call me sometime baby bird, i’ll make time for you.” 

he takes his hand away from your face, propping his wings out and taking to the sky once more. he beams another sly smile and stares into your eyes again. bewitched at his fair golden gaze. he waves goodbye and swoops off into the sky. he looks so at home up there. you compose yourself and run the rest of the way to work, realising all the commotion had taken up a great deal of time. but you can’t think straight. it’s jumbled up. you felt attracted to hawks, all that close contact made you feel knots in your stomach. but the idea of hawks and kei being related or even the same shadowed your mind. 

you wanted to figure this whole mess out. you wanted a peace of mind. thinking about kei was more than a handful already. you had to know.

who is ‘hawks’?

[heavyhitterheaux]

Oh, So You Just Wasn't Gon Hit Me?

AN: If Jack were to slide in my DM's I would answer. No questions asked.

Synopsis: Jack has had his eye on you for awhile and is trying to do everything to get your attention. But, do you want to give him the same attention in return?

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Plus Size Model!Reader

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Requested by my cutie pie @bsisbsjssjs 😘💕

You were a plus size model that had taken the industry by storm ever since you had stepped on the scene around the year 2017.

Everyone wanted for you to model for them or be an ambassador for their clothing line. The latest offer that you had gotten was from Savage x Fenty. How could you ever say no to Rihanna herself?

With all of the fame and new found attention, there also came a lot of unwanted messages in your DM's. For the most part, you would simply ignore it but the more famous you got the harder it was to do so.

Besides, because of the way your body was built, you weren't sure if these men had some type of fetish or actually wanted to get to know you for who you were.

You had dealt with that as long as you could remember and weren't interested in getting your heart broken again any time soon. So, you simply stayed away and kept to yourself.

However, there was one particular person who wouldn't let up for anything on God's green earth.

Jack Harlow.

He was in your DM's

He was in your comments

He would respond to every tweet, every tik tok, and even every Facebook post

Bottom line is that man was down bad for you.

You admit you did get a smile on your face every time you saw his name pop up on your phone.

You read anything and everything that he would post on your different accounts, but you were still so hesitant.

What if he just turned out to be just like all the others?

The two of you didn't run within the same circles, but did have mutual friends.

One of them being Druski.

Whenever the two of you would cross paths he would jokingly say,

"Give my boy a chance!"

All you did was laugh it off and keep it moving.

If you were going to put yourself out there again, you needed to be sure that you were ready for it.

You were currently talking to one of your best friends Latecia asking her advice on what to do.

"That man is simping for you baby. Just give him a chance. If it doesn't work out, then move on. It won’t be the end of the world.”

"But I want for my next relationship to work out and be for the long run. What if he's just like everyone else?"

"Even though I don't know him, for some strange reason I feel like he is genuine with it and wants you for you."

"I'm just torn about it."

"It won't hurt if you answer you know. Poor baby is getting ignored by you on every single platform." She replied while laughing.

"I'll think about it some more."

"Don't think too long before someone else comes and snatches your man."

"He isn't my man."

"Not yet anyway. If you give him the opportunity he would definitely make you his girl."

"Like I said, I'll think about it."

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Y/N: I want you to serenade me, but I know you bashful 😉🤭

jackharlow: not you using my lyrics for a caption mamas. come on and stop playin 😒🙄

druski2funny: Y/N!! Yo man wanna talk to you!

jackharlow: talk to me, talk to me, talk to me baybayyyyy

druski2funny: now you playin games! You see this man wants you!

jackharlow: gimme a chance mamas!

druski2funny: jackharlow once I get you two together yo ass better not fumble the bag

jackharlow: druski2funny man she been ignoring me for like 5 years 🤣

druski2funny: jackharlow well shit. We just gotta work on your technique and approach. baby girl a little bougie. might need to just hand her a Givenchy outfit at this point to get her attention.

jackharlow: come on Y/N stop sleeping on ya boy!

"Druski! Set those two up on a date. This is low key embarrassing at this point." Urban said while laughing.

"I'm doing my best! It's a work in progress!"

"You not working fast enough for me. I'm really trying to get to know her."

"Don't give up yet my boy. I have an event coming up and I'm inviting her."

Jack instantly got excited and was nothing but smiles.

"SHIT. Now I'm nervous what if she won't talk to me?"

"Will you relax? She has to say yes to going first."

"She really is a sweet girl. A little shy but I got you. I'm about to put you and her at the same table so the two of you will be near each other."

"Okay, this just might work."

"Your ass is about to turn red as a tomato and cum in your pants as soon as she says hi to you."

"Eww Jack."

"Shut the fuck up. I'm not that bad."

"You are though."

"Wait! I got it. Let's do a blind date however she won't know it's you sitting across from her."

"Then that's like a semi blind date."

"Look, do you want to date her or not? Because I'm all out of ideas. If her ass don't even want you after this then..."

"Damn just shoot me down I guess."

"But it's gonna work."

"We need to put money on this." Urban perked up and said with a smile.

"How much we talking?" Jack was competitive and was always down for a challenge. Either way, he hoped that he ended up going on a date with you at the end of the night.

"I'll give you 500 if you're able to make her your girlfriend in a month?"

"That's all the money you putting out on my future wife? Nah, up that shit to 2,500."

"Damn, my boy feeling cocky aren't we?"

"Even though she's ignored him for five years." Urban snorted while rolling his eyes.

"Hey!"

---

Jack was nervous as all hell when the day finally arrived. Druski had told him that you had agreed to do the blind date even though it took a few weeks to convince you and it would actually take place at Druski's apartment.

Once you got there you were immediately blind folded and Druski led you to sit in the living room across from Jack who looked like a kid on Christmas day who opened his favorite present which he had been longing for for the entire year. Except it wasn’t just an entire year in this case, it was five. 

Your two best friends Latecia and Amber were there along with Urban, Jack, Druski, the rest of PG, and even Neelam.

She was hoping this would be the night that you finally stopped ignoring Jack.

Just like Urban said the other day, this was low key embarrassing at this point. 

Everyone was in on it and wanted to see the two of you go out on a date. Your best friends were tired of you being miserable and Urban was tired of hearing Jack simp over you on a daily basis.

It was go time.

"Ladies and gentlemen welcome to another round of blind dating with Druski. I have two very lovely people here who are going to get to know each other by asking questions and we'll find out at the end if they want to go out on a date or not. Now only one rule, no names will be revealed until the end. We good with that?"

Both of you nodded and you were actually eager to get started. You figured at this point, why not and what did you have to lose?

"Okay, baby girl, you go first."

"Okay. How old are you and where are you from?"

"24 and I grew up in Kentucky."

"Hmm, you're a baby. I'm almost 30."

"I guarantee you won't be saying that once we hit the bedroom."

“Damn, okay. I see my boy over there trying to make moves!” Druski was trying to do his best to hype Jack up and keep him calm. At the moment, the poor baby was blushing something terrible. 

"Hmm, cocky are we?" You responded while giving a small smile.

"Never that, baby. Just confident. Now when was your last relationship and what made it end?"

"3 years ago and I was cheated on with another model that I considered a friend at one point. Him wanting a thick girl was a ploy to get closer to her. I kicked him and her to the curb."

“I’m sorry to hear that. If you were mine, you would never have to worry about that.”

“He said the same thing. You talk a big game, but are you able to back it up? Oh, and what are you looking for in a girlfriend?”

“I’m definitely able to back all of what I say up. As far as what I’m looking for in a girlfriend? You.”

“Alright now, getting a little spicy in here. Baby girl, what do you have to say to that?”

“You know what? Your voice sounds really familiar. I wonder if we’ve met before?”

Jack now had a look of panic across his face as he looked towards Druski who was frantically shaking his head no.

“Nah, mamas we haven’t. If we did, I would never forget an accent as cute as yours. DMV I take it?”

“You’re good. I feel like it’s starting to fade a little bit though. Fuck it is dummy?”

“Ayeee! Baltimore all day!! Me and baby girl in here representing!”

All you could do was laugh before Jack asked you another question.

“What are you looking for in a man?”

“Hmm, 6′3...”

“That is... very specific.....”

“Curly hair, blue eyes that remind me of the ocean, I love a beard too, throw in some freckles and we got the whole package.....”

By now everyone’s eyes were as big as saucers since you were describing Jack perfectly. 

You had figured it out.

“And I mean if he’s a rapper that’s a plus.”

“Oh, um, you like rappers mamas?”

“Yes, but there’s another thing...”

“And what’s that?”

“Not just any rapper. If his name isn’t Jack Harlow I don’t want him.” You replied while taking off your blindfold and was now face to face with the man himself. If Jack had been a light shade of red before, he was now fire engine red now. 

“DAMN! She got it! But you weren’t supposed to take the blindfold off yet!”

“How’d you figure it out mamas?” Jack curiously asked while looking up at you.

“The accent. It’s slight, but I hear it. As soon as you said you were 24 and from Kentucky, I knew. Nice to finally meet you Jack.”

“The pleasure is all mine, baby girl. Been waiting for this for a minute.”

“FIVE YEARS TO BE EXACT!”

“Urban shut the hell up!”

“Just saying!”

Jack rolled his eyes at Urban before looking back at you and smiling. This man had not stop blushing since you first walked into the living room.

"Now mamas, you just gonna act like you ain’t see my DM's!?"

"I admit, I did smile every time I saw your name pop up in my notifications but, I already told you why I’m hesitant. I want someone who wants me for me. I’m not anyone’s fantasy to pursue.”

“I can respect that. But, mamas.... five years? Come on now.”

“Okay, okay fine. To make up for all of that... I’m here until next Sunday so...”

“Say less. Date night.”

“YES! FINALLY! Y/N, this man has been down bad for you forever.” Neelam chimed in as she smiled at you.

“My work here is now done. Jack, what I tell you? Y/N, I knew you would say yes to my mans.”

“You really do blush when I say the smallest thing, huh?” Jack had finally settled down, but hearing that made him go red all over again.

That man was simping and simping hard.

He couldn’t do nothing but smile at you.

“Come on stinkkkk, stoppp....”

“You’re so cute. Now where are you taking me on our date?”

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jackharlow: and she's a bad motherfucker, how could we not go together? 😍😍😍

champagnepapi: wait... THIS YOU?

druski2funny: champagnepapi courtesy of me. I told my boy I would set it up. It was looking bleak for awhile but it happened.

jackharlow: champagnepapi all me bro 😏

champagnepapi: damn okay I see you 👀 hey Ms. Y/N!

Y/N: champagnepapi hi honey! 👋🏾

Y/N: jackharlow the bed is cold without you, come back 😔

jackharlowsource: after five years our boy finally got her 😫

jackharlow: you ain't have to say all that 🙄

jackharlow: Y/N say less! on my way baby girl! oh and urbanwyatt run me my money

urbanwyatt: 🙄

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[milfformunson]

Double Date E.M. (part 1)

 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Dustin begs Eddie to go on a double date with Suzie and you. Eddie is reluctant because of your religious upbringing, but you two end up having a good time.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Suzie sister Reader (F!Reader) 

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI Fluffish, F! Reader, strangers to friends, tension, allusions to horny thoughts, mention of Mormonism, mention of BYU, kind of sexist joke but not towards anyone, (eventual smut, but not in this one).

Word count: 3.9k 

This is my first ever fanfic, please be kind. Let me know if I missed any warnings! Let me know if you want a part 2! I have a lot of ideas that could make this a series.

Dustin banged on the door rapidly, making it shake from the impact. “Eddie! Let me in!” He yelled. 

“I need a favor.” He said as soon as Eddie opened the trailer door, barging in and pacing the living room anxiously.  

“Jesus, Henderson, did you drink a whole pot of coffee this morning?” Eddie questioned. 

“Who needs caffeine when the LOVE of my LIFE is here today and nothing is going right?” Dustin shouted, grabbing Eddie’s shoulders. 

Eddie pushed his hands off of him, readjusting his Metallica t-shirt. “Calm down, dude. Sally will-”

“Suzie!” Dustin interrupted. 

“Right, Suzie will love whatever you have planned. What favor did you need from me? Some sick guitar music to serenade her?” Eddie joked, mimicking playing a guitar. 

Dustin grabbed the bridge of his nose, frustrated. “No, Eddie. I need you to…” he took a deep breath and sat next to Eddie on the couch. “I need you to come on a date with me and Suzie.” 

Eddie shook his head, “No way. I am not going to chaperone you two love sick nerds.” 

“Well, you wouldn’t be chaperoning, per say. Not alone… Suzie’s sister would be there, too… like a double date?” Dustin shrugged. 

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, and then his eyebrows raised. He remembered Argyle talking about Eden, Suzie’s pot smoking, badass sister. “Eden? The one Argyle is infatuated with?” 

“No…(Y/N). She’s two years older than Eden. The only reason Suzie is able to come is because (Y/N) is going to the college outside of Hawkins, so she’s coming to find a job and get settled in her new place-and their parents only agreed to let Suzie come if she never left her sister’s side.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. Of course, it couldn’t be the cool sister. She was probably some goody-two-shoes prude who’d never done a rebellious thing in her life. Dustin had told him that they were Mormons, and while Eddie didn’t know a lot about Mormons, he knew that the “town devil-worshiper” probably wasn’t someone she wanted to spend time with. 

“No way, Henderson. I am not going to sit there and be judged by Miss Mormon. Get Harrington to do it.” he said, waving his hand in dismissal. 

“Steve was supposed to, but he has to cover for Robin at work. Please, man. I’ll do anything.” Dustin dropped onto his knees in front of Eddie, his hands clasped together. 

Eddie may have put on a tough guy, “take-no-shit”  act in front of everyone else, but he had a soft spot for the curly-haired kid in front of him, and he could see how important this was to him. 

“Get up, Henderson. I’ll do it. But you have to come move equipment for Corroded Coffin’s gigs for the next month.”  Eddie said, extending his hand out. 

Dustin eagerly took his hand and sealed their deal, a huge smile on his face. “Great! We’re picking them up from her apartment at 5, so come get me at around 4:45.” He stood and opened the front door. 

“Woah, woah, woah. I have to drive? That wasn’t part of the deal.” Eddie closed the door on him. 

“Well I can’t drive, and I’m not going to make them drive on a date.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Fine. But you have to help me clean the van.” 

Dustin scrunched his nose, shuddering at the thought. “Fine.” 

—------

Eddie showed up at Dustin’s at 4:47. 

“You’re late.” Dustin scolded, hopping into the van. “Is that what you’re wearing?” 

“I’m two minutes late. And yeah, what’s wrong with it?” Eddie thought his ripped black jeans, plain white t-shirt, leather jacket, and jean vest were quite classy. Dustin, however, was wearing a blue button up and khakis. He looked like a little salesman. 

“Nothing.” Dustin mumbled. 

“I’m not trying to impress anyone. I’m doing you a favor, and after tonight, I won’t see her again so it doesn’t matter.” 

When the two pulled up in front of the apartment complex, Dustin jumped out of the car before Eddie even had it fully in park. He ran up to the door, and Eddie stood on the outside of the van. 

Dustin was greeted by a raven haired girl in big black glasses, and judging from the way she jumped into his arms, Eddie assumed that was Suzie. He chuckled at the kids, but was slightly jealous that the little know-it-all had a girlfriend and he didn’t. 

Dustin grabbed Suzie’s hand and brought her to the van. “Suzie-poo, this is Eddie, he was our Dungeon Master until he graduated. Eddie, this is my Suzie.” He stared adoringly at her, barely looking at Eddie.  

“Nice to finally meet you! Dusty bun has told me so much about you.” She said chipperly, shaking Eddie’s hand. 

“You too, Suzie.” Eddie smiled. “Where’s your sister?” 

“Oh, (Y/N) is coming. She’s just finishing her hair, I think.” Suzie shrugged. Then the two climbed into the back of the van, talking about something to do with computers and coding. 

Eddie shook his head in amusement as he heard footsteps approaching. “Steve?” A sweet, soft voice called out to him. 

He slowly turned around, internally groaning because Dustin hadn’t told her that it wasn’t Steve that would be accompanying them. “No, sorry, Steve-” he was met with the most beautiful blue eyes he’s ever seen. He cleared his throat. “Steve had to work, so I’m taking his place. I’m Eddie.” He extended his hand. 

You gave him a once over, an unreadable expression on your face, finally giving him a small smile as you shook his hand. You felt the calluses on his fingertips. “Nice to meet you, Eddie. I’m (Y/N). Do you play an instrument?” You asked, motioning to his fingers. 

“Oh, yeah. Guitar.” He said, letting your hand go and showing the red pick on a chain around his neck. 

“That’s really cool.” You said shyly, looking at your feet. 

“Guys! Come on! I want to get to the arcade before the good games are taken.” Dustin yelled, banging on the window. 

“Alright Henderson! Keep your pants on. Your chariot awaits.” he said dramatically, opening the door for you. You blushed, biting your lip to suppress the cheesy grin that wanted to show itself. 

You and Eddie didn’t talk the whole way to the arcade. You sat with your hands folded in your lap gently, looking straight ahead the whole time. Eddie kept glancing over at you, examining your appearance. He found you very pretty. Your hair was lighter than Suzie’s, a chestnut brown, pulled into a neat french braid. You had a plain pink t-shirt tucked into a knee-length denim skirt, and white tennis shoes. You wore a gold necklace with two pendants on it, but Eddie couldn’t tell what they were, and a simple silver ring on your right ring finger. 

The drive to the arcade was short, and as soon as Eddie parked the van, Dustin and Suzie were jumping out and racing into the arcade. You and Eddie hopped out of the van at the same time, slowly following behind the lovesick teens. 

“Ah, young love.” Eddie sighed, breaking the awkward silence. 

You let out a small laugh, “I guess so.” 

“What do you mean, you guess so? Haven’t you ever been in love?” Eddie questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“I mean, I’ve had crushes. But never in love. I’ve never had a boyfriend, I wasn’t allowed to.” You shrugged. 

“Why not?” 

You shrugged again, “I’m the oldest, and dating before 16 is frowned upon in my religion, so my parents were really strict. I always followed the rules, so they never made any exceptions for me. Eden taught them the importance of picking their battles.” You sighed, a brief chuckle escaping your throat. “So when Suzie met Dustin, they decided it was better not to fight her. Obviously there are still rules, that’s why I’m here, but they are a lot more lax with the younger kids.” 

Eddie nodded, unsure of what to say to that. You had reached the door to the arcade, and both reached for the handle, hands briefly touching before you pulled your hand away. 

“After you, m’lady.” Eddie said with a small bow, eliciting a smile from (Y/N). 

“Thank you, kind sir.” You said with a little curtsy before walking inside. 

The arcade was noisy and crowded, but with Eddie’s height advantage, you quickly spotted Dustin and Suzie standing at Gauntlet. “Do you want to play some games?” Eddie leaned down and whispered into your ear-sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Um, I’m not much of an arcade or video game player. I prefer card games or board games.” You responded, anxiously playing with the pendants on your necklace. 

Eddie could tell you was anxious, but he wasn’t sure if it was him, the crowd, the noise, or something else. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.” He said, lightly squeezing your arm as he walked toward the two lovestruck teens they were babysitting. 

You did as you were told, moving slightly to the side when a couple of kids ran past. You watched as Eddie told Dustin something, motioning towards the doors. Dustin nodded his head, giving a thumbs up, barely looking up at Eddie. 

Eddie sauntered back over, rolling his eyes. “Those two are in their own little world.” He mumbled. “I told Henderson we were going to grab some snacks and wait for them outside. I’m not big into the whole ‘crowded arcade full of kids’ scene. That okay with you?” 

You nodded, following Eddie to the small snack bar. You reached into your purse to grab your wallet, but Eddie put his hand on yours, shaking his head. You frowned, confused. 

“My treat, sweetheart.” He said, your heart fluttering at the nickname. 

“But you drove here. It’s only fair that I pay for snacks.” You argued, giving him a determined glare. 

He stared into your eyes with an equally determined look that was honestly a little intimidating. Suzie had told you a little bit about the “ruthless dungeon master” that was always so hard on her Dusty bun. You had heard how stubborn he could be, so you rolled your eyes and relented. “Fine. But I’m going to buy you pizza or something sometime.” You mumbled, a little embarrassed that you assumed you’d see him again. 

Eddie’s eyes softened, and he gave a smug smile at the victory. “Deal.” 

You stepped aside as you waited for him to order and grab your food, then you followed him outside. He handed you the snacks, then grabbed a blanket from his van and laid it out underneath a shady tree. You sat down, dividing up the various candy and chips he had picked out, and sat in silence for a little while. 

“How long have you played guitar?” You broke the silence. 

“Oh, shit, for as long as I can remember.” He saw you tense, “sorry. I forgot that you don’t swear.” He whispered. 

You relaxed a bit, “It’s okay. I just didn’t hear a lot of that in Utah. I guess I’ll have to get used to it, living here. I’ve always wanted to learn to play the guitar, but my parents made me play piano instead.” You said, popping some chocolate into your mouth. 

“Right, you live here now.” Eddie trailed off. “Piano’s cool. Why Hawkins, though? It’s a long way from Utah.” 

You shrugged “I could have gone to BYU, the church school close to my house, but girls usually only go there to get married and I don’t want to get married yet. The university here has a great English program. Plus, Suzie talked me into choosing here so she would have an excuse to come visit Dustin more often.” You laughed at the last statement. 

Eddie nodded, a confused look on his face. “So, girls go to this Mormon college to get married? Like, instead of get a degree?” 

You scoffed “Yep. The only place you can get a ‘MRS’ Degree.” 

Eddie looked confused. 

“M-R-S. Like, the title for married women?” You explained. 

Eddie let out a deep belly laugh. “That’s hilarious.” he said between breaths. 

His laugh made you laugh. Your laugh made him want to make you laugh all the time. 

“So, English major?” Eddie questioned once you two had calmed down a bit. 

You sighed “I know, I know, it’s not a ‘practical’ degree, but after reading Austen, Dickinson, Tolkein and-” 

“Wait, wait, wait, Tolkein? As in, Lord of the Rings?” Eddie said, sitting up, moving closer to you. 

You leaned back slightly, surprised by his sudden proximity. “Yes…and The Hobbit. I know it’s weird.” you said quietly. 

“(Y/N)! I LOVE Lord of the Rings!” He said enthusiastically. 

You got lost in conversation about the books, your favorite characters, how you each relate to different parts of the story, your interpretations of things. You talked about the entire trilogy, which led into talking about The Hobbit which led into Eddie telling you all about his DnD campaign. 

Eddie was so passionate about DnD, his face animated, hands constantly moving when he was talking about it. You couldn’t help but smile, hanging onto his every word. You asked questions about the game, becoming more intrigued by it the more he explained. He was more than happy to explain things. He told you about how the town thought Hellfire was a satan worshiping cult, which he expected to scare you away.  

Eddie was surprised at how well you two were getting along, how much you two had in common. The Mormon girl and the town freak. He didn’t want to like you, he knew he would just end up getting his heart broken because you would never want to be with a guy like him, but he couldn’t help himself. He watched you fidget with your pendants again, but not out of anxiety, it was almost like it helped you concentrate. 

“What’s your necklace?” He said, nodding toward the gold pendants. 

“The Young Women’s medallion, and young women’s torch. Basically, I had to do a bunch of service projects and read a bunch of scriptures to get this.” You showed him the oval pendant with a woman next to flowers. 

“Dang, I was hoping to score one of those to add to my collection.” He winked at you, his thumb brushing over the image. When he brought his hand back down to the blanket, his fingers were dangerously close to yours. 

“Yeah, they’re very exclusive.” You joked, nervous at the sudden proximity. Eddie was unlike anyone you’d ever met. The boys in Utah never paid any attention to you, not that you ever wanted their attention. Sure, you had crushes, you went to some dances, but you’d never wanted to get to know more about them like you did with Eddie. You’d never wanted to hold someone’s hand or kiss them… You wondered what it would be like to hold Eddie’s hand, have his arm wrapped around your waist. You wondered what it would be like to play with his hair-you’d love to braid it for him. You wanted to feel his calloused fingers touch you with those big, silver rings…

“Hey, earth to (Y/N).” Eddie was waving a hand in front of your face, pulling you from your fantasies. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I space out sometimes.” You said. 

“You okay? Your face is really red, and hot.” He placed the back of his hand on your forehead, which only made your skin heat up more. 

You cleared your throat. “Um, yeah. I’m okay. Just…summer.” You shrugged. 

Eddie eyed you suspiciously, especially since the sun was setting and the air was getting cooler, not hotter. 

What were you going to tell him? That you were imagining all sorts of things you’d never even thought about because of him? Things you shouldn’t be thinking about, especially about a boy you just met three hours ago. 

“Hey guys! We’re starving. Let’s go get food.” Dustin and Suzie came racing up behind you, startling you both, making you jump. 

“Dustin, what’s your curfew?” You asked, gathering the empty candy boxes to throw in the trash. 

“I don’t have to be home until 11.” 

You looked at your watch, it was 8:15. “Why don’t we order pizza, and we can go back to my apartment and watch a movie? I can drive Dustin home after so you don’t have to stay, I’m sure you have better plans for this evening.” You said looking at Eddie. 

“Oh.” he frowned a little. 

“No, Eddie should stay and take me home so you don’t have to drive all the way back to your apartment. My house is on the way to his!” Dustin said, staring at Eddie. 

“Right… I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you. I don’t have any plans, so I’m down for a movie, if you’re okay with me coming over.” He said nervously rubbing the back of his neck. 

You smiled, happy that you and Eddie could spend more time together. “Great. Let’s go get pizza.” You pointed at Eddie “I’m paying. No arguments out of you.”  

Eddie made the motion of zipping his lips and throwing away the key, making you giggle. 

Dustin and Suzie exchanged a confused look, neither of them expected the two of you to get along, let alone seem to like each other’s company. 

When you and Suzie went into the pizza shop to get pizza, Dustin slapped Eddie on the shoulder. “What are you doing with (Y/N)?” 

Eddie smacked his shoulder back. “Nothing, man! She’s just really cool, and really smart. She like Tolkein, and she was really interested in DnD.” 

“You like her. Like, like her.” Dustin teased. “This is sick, man! We could double date all the time!” 

“Shut it, Henderson. We’re too different, we would never work.” Eddie mumbled. 

Before Dustin could respond, you and Suzie came back with the pizza. No one said a word the entire way to your apartment, which was strange because Dustin and Suzie never stopped talking. You looked back at them, and they were just looking at each other, then back at you and Eddie. 

They followed you into your apartment, Suzie and Dustin whispering quietly to each other intensely. 

“What’s wrong with them?” You asked Eddie. 

He shrugged, setting the pizzas on the coffee table in the living room. “Teenagers are weird.” 

You eyed him suspiciously. “Aren’t you a teenager, too?” you laughed. 

“Uh, actually, I had to repeat senior year…twice. So I turn 20 this year.” He was clearly embarrassed. 

“Oh! So you are still a teenager.” You winked. 

He smiled, relieved you didn’t seem to be bothered by his admission. “I guess technically, yes. But I’m not a twitterpated teen like them.” 

“Twitterpated. Great description.” You laughed. 

You put in Clue and Dustin and Suzie sat next to each other on the oversized bean bag, leaving you and Eddie to share the two person loveseat. You both hesitated to sit down, not wanting to invade the other's space. “I’ll just sit on the floor.” Eddie said. 

“Nonsense. The floor isn’t comfortable.” You sat down, patting the cushion next to you. 

Eddie tentatively sat on the couch. Through the first bit of the movie, you two sat stiff, not wanting to risk touching the other. But after the pizza was done, Eddie took off his jacket, relaxed into the couch and laid his arm on the back of it, his forearm resting right behind your head. You sat with your legs folded up underneath you, and unintentionally laid your head on his arm. You sat up quickly, mumbling a quiet apology. 

“It’s okay. You can lay back.” Eddie leaned over and whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You turned to look at him, and your faces were so close your noses were almost touching. 

Your breath hitched, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth out of nervousness. Eddie's eyes flickered down to your lips and then back up to your eyes before leaning back and fixing his eyes on the movie. You turned back to the movie, cautiously leaning back, feeling Eddie’s arm behind your head. After a few minutes, Eddie shifted, so he was sitting closer to you, his hand came down and rested on your shoulder. You looked over at Dustin and Suzie who were lost in the movie, Suzie was practically sitting on Dustin’s lap. You glanced at Eddie, his expression unreadable, his eyes fixated on the television. You shifted yourself so you were leaning into him.

By the end of the movie, you were laying on Eddie’s chest, his arm sitting around your shoulder, gently rubbing it. When the credits started rolling, you sat up quickly to take it out of the VCR and turn the lights on. You looked at the clock, it was 10:45. 

“Dustin, it’s time to go so you’re not late.” You said, interrupting their conversation. 

Suzie and Dustin groaned, but stood up, clinging to one another. “Can Dusty bun come over tomorrow?” Suzie asked, batting her eyelashes at you. 

You laughed. “Sure, Suze. As long as his mom is okay with it. We can come get you around 11 after we finish unpacking, deal?” 

“Can’t he come over sooner? I’m not the one moving in.” Suzie grumbled. 

“I need help unpacking, Suze. The rest of my boxes will be here tomorrow and I want to get it over with.” 

Eddie cleared his throat, getting your attention. “I’d be happy to come help you unpack so these two can spend some more time together.” His eyes were locked on yours intensely, a smile on his lips. 

“Eddie you don’t-” 

“No arguments out of you.” He said pointing a finger at you. 

You bit your lip to try and hide the smile trying to emerge. “If you’re sure. You don’t have anything better to do on a Saturday?” 

“Nope. I’ll pick Henderson up and be over here by 10.” He said definitively. 

“You don’t even wake up until noon.” Dustin scoffed, but quickly apologized when Eddie shot him a glare. 

You just nodded, walking behind Dustin and Suzie to the front door. They walked hand in hand to Eddie’s van, but he lingered back as you stood in your doorway. 

“I had a lot of fun, Eddie. Thank you. I know you probably didn’t imagine spending your Friday with a strange girl and two kids.” You said shyly, looking down at your feet. 

Eddie put one hand on the doorframe behind your head, and used his pointer finger to bring your chin up so your eyes were locked on his. “I had a great time, (Y/N). I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. 

You watched him walk to his van, your heart fluttering from the kiss still, a giddy feeling consuming you because you were going to see him again. 

Suzie came skipping up to the door, and the pair of you watched Eddie’s van drive away. 

“Did you have fun tonight, Suzie?” You asked, locking the door. 

“I sure did. It looks like you did too, (Y/n/n).” She said, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“I did. I think I made my first friend here in Hawkins.” You smiled, your hand instinctively touching the cheek Eddie kissed. 

“Yeah. Friend.” Suzie teased. 

You threw a pillow at her, making her giggle. “Bed time, sissypoo.” 

The two of you laid in your bed, Suzie already fast asleep, exhausted from the day’s activities. You were too excited to sleep, thinking about Eddie. 

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

[speedystarshine]

Hii! Are requests open? Poly Noco x reader please! (Just the normal headcanons! Orrr yandere if you want Pt.2!!) :) please delete this if requests are closed!

(THIS is the person who requested yandere noco x reader btw!!)

ofc anon! I did non Yan since it would kinda just be reiterating the Yan hcs. You didn't really specify, so I did crushing hc's! Hope this was okay! Did a lil fic bit at the end as I'm trying to get more comfy with it.

(In these HC's, Noco is already canon and they're both crushing on Reader)

-Ah yes, ever the gentleman (Cody) and gentle man (Noah)

-These two. These absolute dumbasses hnkajsjsh

-Would be a mix of "We have to serenade them until they are dead on the floor" and "WAIT WAIT NO NO WHAT IF THEY DON'T LIKE THA-" and also "Hey babe are you a person because you sure do look like a person" -Cody, probably

-I head canon that Noah's secretly a hopeless romantic, he reads so many books and I bet they're literally only just non fiction or romance. No in-between.

-You'd definitely notice something's up. They can't lie for shit-

-E.g every time you see them they're whispering to each other and instantly clam up when they see you, suddenly can't look you in the eye anymore when talking to you, and they hang out with you less and less :(

-you'd think they hate you, but it is 1000% the opposite. These two are WHIPPED

-I can honestly imagine the others getting tired of y'all being so dumb and doing something like Lumity/Hooty's tunnel of love but shhhh

-The others are so. So tired of you guys being so OBVIOUS and so OBLIVIOUS THEY JUST *strangles you*

-Either one of the other campers tells them to grow up and encourage them to confess, or you walk your ass over there and confront them yourself. (Probably the second option, although I could see it being a mix of both.)

You sighed, slipping out of your bunk. You had been more downcast lately, and it was because of your best friends. Or, ex- best friends now. Maybe. You really hoped not.

You just didn't understand! It was like they were constantly avoiding you, and any time they wanted to tell you something it was through another camper.

You were sick of it, and that's why you finally decided that today you would confront them about it, once and for all. And if they- if they didn't like you anymore, that was fine. No matter how much the thought stung.

However, as you swung open the door, you were greeted by the sight of just the two people you were about to visit, with Noah's hand mid knock.

...

"oh- OH! Y/N! There you are! I mean, of course you are! This is where you sleep, and you uh. Sleep. Here."

A voice piped up from behind him, and you were greeted by the sight of a very nervous looking Cody. Which was... Rare.

"We uh...- Haha! Funny thing actually,- We were uh... Just on our way to see you! To tell you. s-something."

You raised an eyebrow at that. Noah was usually always calm and collected, and Cody never dropped his 'flirty bad boy' persona act. In public, that is. So this was super out of character for them both.

"That's weird, I also had something to tell you two."

"Well, maybe we could go all say? O-On three?"

He desperately looked to Noah for confirmation (despite the other boy looking just as lost as he was) and turned to you once he had a thumbs up.

You were getting suspicious, this was usually something they did if they were like, really worried about something.

..But you nodded anyways, knowing what they would most likely say. Although it was odd how they seemed so excited about it??

"Okay!! 1.... 2.... 3!"

There was a pause when no body said anything for a few seconds and then-

"WILLYOUGOOUTWITHUS?"

"DOYOUGUYSHATEME?"

...Wait wait wait wait. Wait. Hold the phone- You were taken wayyyy aback. This... Was not what you had expected. At all.

"You thought we hated you?"

"You guys love me?"

You heard what sounded suspiciously like a mix between an exasperated groan and a snicker from behind you, but ignored it.

You... Were all going to have a good talk about this.

Bonus:

Reader: Waiitttt. Are you guys... flirting? with me?

Noco: Have been for three years, thanks for noticing.

[ackermansimper]

Hello you said you were doing drabbles so here's an idea. Levi and yn teasing each other?

Thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoy <33

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Levi and reader teasing each other

You and Levi had been comrades for a while already and were familiar with each other. You were an assistant to the military police's commander, Nile Dok. You both never really interacted unless you were in a situation to like meetings or on the training grounds. Eventually you two sorta became friends though. Not really close but still comfortable enough to joke around and have normal conversation.

It all had started when you were out of your head bored in a meeting and looked to your side to see the captain. He looked bored too but also still attentive to whatever Nile and Erwin were conversating about. It wasn't the first time Levi had caught your attention but you never really thought to try talking to him until then. You simply put your elbow on the table and your chin in your hand while looking at him and began speaking to him. To your surprise, it wasn't too hard to pull him out of whatever attention he was giving to the commanders as their debating didn't really influence you two at the moment. From that day forward, you were somewhat friends and talked whenever you could.

Granted, you both barely saw each other since you both weren't in the same military branch. And at this point in time, it had been long since you two spoke. In fact, it was over a month since you both had time to speak. You all were barely scheduled for a meeting today and Levi was the only thing you ever really looked forward to at these meetings.

You happily followed Nile down the hall of the brigades HQ as that's where the meeting was scheduled. You were happy to finally be able to talk with one of the few people you considered your friend. Once you both made it you opened the door for Nile. He quickly stepped in and tilted his head for you to follow which you did. He sat near the end of the table where Pixis was sitting and you took the subjective of sitting next to Levi, giving him a smile before doing so. Not everyone was there so you decided to start talking to Levi now instead of in the middle of the meeting where you two would usually get snapped back to attention with a small scolding from your commander to stop flirting.

"Long time, no see captain?" you said, starting the conversation off. "Yeah. I was waiting for a letter or something but figured you were busy taking a big shit" Levi replied looking towards you. You chuckled a bit before speaking again. "Well next time just send the letter first. Don't see why you have to be so shy all the time"

Levi rolled his eyes before flicking you. "I've got more guts than you" you narrowed your eyes with a smirk. "Well then I've got more vocals than you. I've been practicing my singing" you said proudly knowing you sounded terrible when you sung. "I'd like to hear an abomination like that one day" he said leaning back in his chair. "Yeah well I figured you'd want me to serenade you" You copied his movement and leaned back. "With what? Your screaming excuse for singing?" he asked leaning a bit closer towards you. "You'd love to hear me scream, wouldn't you?" you said leaning even closer to him.

"Lean any closer and we'll be witnessing a make out session. Now Y/n, get the documents I've asked for twice already. the ones I gave you to hold onto yesterday?" Nile said with his eyes flickering to you before going back to Erwin. You pouted a bit and began rummaging through your bag for the documents he was asking for. Once you found them you took them out and held them out for him. "This what you want?" you asked with a less than bored tone. "Yeah thanks. You can go back to your romance banter or whatever.." he said side eyeing you before putting the documents between him and Erwin and turning to Pixis. You had no idea what they were on about and weren't exactly pleased to have your time with Levi interrupted for some papers.

You turned back to him though and continued. You definitely had to send him a letter after this. That way you two could speak without being interrupted.

♥ Thank you for reading ♥

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Requests are open in case anyone wants to request anything, hope you enjoyed!!

[likesomekindofcheese]

Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could write a Roger Taylor x guitarist reader fluff story, I haven’t been able to find any. (No pressure)

Hi, there anon! I hope you find this! I know I have had BAD writer's block for the Queen Fandom and lack of inspiration to write but I hope you get this and you like it!

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Roger Taylor Dating a Guitarist Would Look Like...

First off, we love Rog and he can be a lil shit so he will get competitive and try to get his own guitar to riff off with you. He plays something, and you play something more elaborate. The other band members gather with popcorn, their heads going from one space to another like cats with a toy. It's like "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" but with guitars instead of fiddles. And no way will he let you win (unless you kiss him).

He tries to serenade you and then you give critiques of his form or playing snarkily and he goes "OHHHH Y/N, I was trying to be romantic!" and you both laugh it off. You both enjoy teasing each other like that.

Many Guitarists tend to be more relaxed and creative in their personalities and Roger loves that about you. It makes you so peaceful and fun to hang around and date!

One time for his birthday you write a song for him!!! And he loves it and even cries. Normally, he's the one writing for his muses never the other way around!! So he hugs you and gives you a big ol' smooch!

Both of you talk for hours about his songwriting- his ideas and the various songs you both play. What's easy, what's hard, what you want to learn, etc. (Plus Brian and Freddie Third Wheel so it becomes the guitarist circle)

Once there was a party that was getting very dull very quickly. (Someone suggested hard drugs and that guy was shut down quickly). So you got out your guitar and you and Roger began to duet. People started to request songs and you would try to see if you or Roger could play them- carefully switching the guitar between you two and enjoying the challenge.

Often your fingers are very calloused from all the playing and Roger will flip your hand onto the palm and kiss those lil'finger tips out of affection!!

[sawyerconfort]

ummm hiii aaaa i saw ur blog and i was just now getting into the heathers (musical and movie) franchise !! could you maybe write a innocent!fem reader x ram sweeney >_<

HEY ANON SORRY FOR THE DELAY IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE YOU ASKED THAT, BUT OKAY! HAHAHA

I'M ABOUT TO MIX UP TWO REQUESTS HERE SO ANON WHO ASKED FOR KURT'S SISTER, THIS ONE IS FOR YOU TOO!

Guys, don't be shy, really, requests are open and you can ask whatever you want here! I'll be glad to write a oneshot for you!

Here we go, KURT AND RAM ONESHOT!

(Ok, guys, I hate this song so much but I couldn't miss the opportunity, I'm sorry, Blue fans...)

Enjoy!

You Make My Balls So Blue | Twin!Kelly x Ram Sweeney

Prompt: What would happen if Ram fell in love with Kurt's twin sister?

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"HEYYYYYYY CUTIE, CAN YOU PLEASE COME DOWN?"

You could hear Ram's voice screaming from your bedroom window, but from his intonation, you knew he must be madly drunk. You didn't know if the friendship between him and your twin brother was right or wrong.

Because even though Ram was good people and Kurt loved him like a brother, when he was around you, he was just an idiot.

"(Y\N), I know you can hear me, kitten, come down!"

You put the pillow in your face, to muffle the sound, but it didn't work, of course, because he was drunk and screaming loudly like he was crazy, it wasn't going to work at all.

Fuck, Ram, you thought.

"HURRY UP, (Y\N), I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"

"Get out, Ram…", you said, still screaming from the bed, making no effort to go to the window.

"Oh, you're listening to me!" he suddenly shouted in celebration. "Fine, sweetie, so you can come down to see me, won't you?"

"Ram, I said GET OUT!" you yelled again, burying your head in the pillow. "You're drunk, man, God!"

"No, I'm not," he chuckled. "Okay, maybe I overdosed, but I assure you I'm sober enough to talk to you, kitten, come down soon, go…"

You ignored him.

"Oh ok, so are you going to play with me?", Ram laughed. "Okay, if that's how you want it, then this is how it goes," he cleared his throat. "Let's agree, I'll sing for you, with all my heart, and in the end, if you like it, you come down."

You rolled your eyes and waited, avoiding putting your head out the window to give him any attention. Within minutes, Ram cleared his throat again and began to sing, in a high, husky voice that betrayed how much he'd been drinking.

"You make my balls so blue…"

You had to contain your laughter. As he continued the song, you expected something to happen and send him far away from your window, but you made no effort.

"Just for a while… Can't wait till later, my pants are rubbing like a hot cheese gra-"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP, MAN? THERE ARE PEOPLE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!"

You didn't know where your twin Kurt's voice had come from, let alone where he'd gotten a bucket of water, but you did catch the moment when he threw the water like a waterfall out the window and realized he'd hit right on Ram.

"Wow, did you hear that, kitten? Looks like something got really wet in here, huh?"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, SUCKER!" Kurt yelled, threatening to jump out the window. "AND YOU'LL SERENADE ANYONE ELSE'S SISTER BUT MINE!" he yelled, still nervous. "PREFERABLY WITH A SONG OTHER THAN OUR SONG, DICKHEAD!"

You laughed, watching Ram walk out wet and staggering down the street, and after he left, you hugged Kurt and thanked him for making your day better with that little moment. He didn't know how to reciprocate, so he just nodded.

"Did you knew he liked me?", you asked, now curious.

"What does it matter?" Kurt snapped. "Like it or not, this little shit is going to stay the hell away from my little sister from now on, right, twin?"

The two of you gave a high five and were about to leave the room when you started humming Ram's song. Kurt turned toward you and threatened to throw the empty bucket at you, causing another burst of laughter until your stomach really hurt.

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: I encourage you not to skip the Harry POV parts, and read through them.

Warnings: Some language maybe (?), jealousy, heartache, mentions of a parent/spouse leaving, and some FLUFF yay!

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CHAPTER 20 -

I'M MISSING HALF OF ME WHEN WE'RE APART

Feb 14th, 2015 - Concert Day

"Mom, Valentine's Day is for lovers…" You state, watching her dance around the kitchen. You had reluctantly been pulled out of your room this morning, slightly annoyed by her abundance of cheerfulness. Your plans had been to do what you've been doing, hiding in your room.

"Well, I love you, sweetheart. Don't you love your dear mom?" She flashes you a grin.

"Of course I do."

"Good! You can help me bake some goodies for later. Your brother is bringing his new girlfriend over before he takes her on some fancy date he's planned. And I have a friend coming by."

[Great, of all days, this is the last one that you wanted to have to pretend you're happy about]

"Great." You respond, sitting on a stool by the kitchen island.

"No need to be sassy. Here, have a cookie and start helping me make more."

You shrug, grabbing the cookie she offers you.

She tries to make more casual conversation as you mix ingredients, but your mind inconveniently wanders back that night In Atlanta. The second night that Harry had serenaded you with your favorite song at the time. The night you went to his room, spending hours there talking and eating chocolate chip cookies.

[You may have been having one of those nights tonight… if things hadn't gone to shit]

You clear your throat, realizing you hadn't been listening to a word your mom had just said.

"Y/N?"

"I'm sorry, Mom. What did you say?"

She stops what she's doing and leans against the kitchen counter. "Sweetheart, what's going on?"

"I think I'm just ti-"

She cuts you off. "Don't say you're tired. You've basically been hunkered down in your room, sleeping for over a week now. That's not like you Y/N." She walks over to you and wraps her arms around your shoulders. "Please, sweetie, tell me what's wrong."

You shake your head, but feel all the emotions bubbling up inside. You're shocked you could have any more tears to cry.

"I love you Y/N. And if you really don't want to talk about it, that's okay. But, I've been hearing you crying, and it's killing me. Just know I'm here for you, my baby girl."

You shudder and the waterworks start. She pulls up a stool close to yours so she can sit, and keeps her arms holding you tight. You lean your head on her shoulder as she starts to stroke your hair.

You still can't manage an explanation to leave your lips.

"This isn't just about the job, is it?" She asks.

You shake your head.

"A guy?"

You nod your head.

"A guy on the crew?"

You sniffle to enable yourself to speak. You wanted to just say yes, but maybe the true answer would help her understand.

"A guy in the group." You reply.

"Actually in One Direction? Oh… sweetie…" she squeezes tighter and kisses your forehead. "Did… did you love him?"

You let out an audible cry. "Yes."

She sighs. "I'm so sorry."

You sit there, weeping on your mom's shoulder like you used after some stupid high school boy drama. But this time it had been real life and real love, and you're grateful that your mom is still there to embrace you.

After what feels like an hour of sobbing in silence, you lift up your head.

"I'm heartbroken Mom. And I hate it. I hate that I loved him. I had any feelings in the first place." You admit.

She pulls back to look in your eyes. "I know it hurts, baby girl, but it's not bad to have feelings. You'll have them again."

You shake your head. "I did fine before without them. I didn't get hurt."

"But you didn't get loved either. I mean, other than me, Sam, and Natalie." She smiles.

"That other love is pointless. You're doing fine without it." You declare.

She sits back on the stool, shocked by your comment. "What do you mean??"

"Well… I mean, like, after our dad left, you didn't marry anyone else."

"Sweetheart. That doesn't mean I didn't want love again."

"How could you want that after what our dad did?" You ask.

She takes a few seconds before answering. "Because it's worth it." She smiles again.

"But…" Your mind flashes back to the days and months after your dad left you all, and how you could feel her heartache. You never wanted to feel that way.

"Y/N, I know how you feel right now, but love is such a beautiful thing, and you have to open up to experience it." She explains. "I didn't for a very long time. Probably too long. But, well, I think I've finally found it again."

You cough out of disbelief. "What?"

"The friend who is coming tonight… Dave… is actually my 'boyfriend'... if I'm not too old to say that."

Your gaze is just frozen on her, not fully absorbing what she's saying, and waiting for more.

"Sweetheart, he's an amazing man. He makes me feel so loved." She pauses. "Actually, cherished. He makes me feel cherished." She beams.

"I… When… How come you didn't tell me?"

She sucks her lips in, then replies. "We met over a year ago. Actually, Natalie's parents introduced us. We have been friends since then, and got very close, and then realized we wanted to be together."

"Mom… I… I'm really happy that you're happy." You say, still shocked.

She kisses your forehead. "Thank you sweetie. I am, I am happy. And, I want the same for you."

You shrug. "I'm just… not… right now."

"That's fine. You don't have to be. Just try not to completely shut out the possibility of love." She rubs your back and then gets up from the stool.

You just nod. You are genuinely happy for her, but your heart is still shattered for yourself. Yes, you want that. You want love.

[But like an idiot you still want it with Harry, or… wanted it with Harry…]

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It's around 4pm and you decide to call Natalie. It's the next day in Australia, and they have a concert, but you're hoping to catch her at a good time.

"Hello honey bear!" She answers.

"You're perky." You answer.

"I had a good night. Levi surprised me with a little hotel room date."

"You two are disgustingly adorable."

"That's how I felt with you and Harry. How is your Valentine's Day?"

"Umm… interesting… Sam has a girlfriend, and get this! Apparently my mom has a boyfriend…"

"What? A boyfriend?"

"His name is Dave, apparently your parents introduced them to each other a while time ago."

"Dave? I don't know him. What's he like?"

"I'm meeting him tonight."

"Tonight? Well, I'll need all the details."

"Alright. I'm sure I'll have a lot to say since I'll just be observing everyone else, being the fifth wheel, the spare tire."

"Honey… are you doing okay?"

"No. I miss you guys. I miss working…"

"Do you still miss him?"

"Is it stupid if I say yes?" You sigh.

"I mean… no… it's understandable. But he's an asshole so I wish you didn't. Just because I hate knowing you're feeling this way."

"This is why I miss you."

"I miss you too, but I'm sorry Y/N/N, I have to go."

"Okay, talk later! Love you!"

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Feb 15th, 2015 - Concert Day

<< HARRY'S POV >>

Harry was wandering the halls, headed to the styling room to grab his outfit early. He doesn't like changing in there anymore, with his heart still heavy knowing you won't be there. He stops before the doorway when he hears Natalie say his name.

".....you and Harry. How is your Valentine's Day?..... What? A boyfriend?..... Dave? I don't know him. What's he like?..... Tonight? Well, I'll need all the details….."

He doesn't stay to hear any more. His chest feels tight and his breathing is quickening.

[Do you have a boyfriend? Already?]

He walks back to his little room and sits on the couch. As he rests his elbows on his knees, his fists start to clench. He's angry at himself for ruining the best thing he had, but he's also feeling a bit angry at you for moving on so quickly.

His anger quickly turns back to sadness. He knows he doesn't have the right to be mad at you. He broke your heart. He didn't think he could be who you needed him to be, and maybe this Dave guy is.

[He wants to feel anything but sadness right now]

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<< HARRY'S POV >>

Harry has always been good at turning on the performer part of him for the stage. As torn up as he is inside, he is determined to bring his best for the fans.

Any time you creep into his mind, he jumps around more or sings a little louder, anything to get the crowd more hyped up. He makes jokes, reads signs, smirks and sings to different girls in the audience. That's sort of part of the performance.

Once the concert is over though, Harry becomes his usual self and is struck with thoughts of you. You and whoever Dave is.

The boys suggest going out clubbing tonight, and normally Harry would decline, but he wants these thoughts to disappear. He agrees to go out.

"It's going to be fun, mate." Liam states. "You could use that."

"Sure." Harry replies.

They arrive at the club and are taken to a very private area, the perfect spot for them to avoid being bombarded.

He usually doesn't drink while they are on tour, but tonight he is making an exception. He throws one back and orders another. He's not going to have enough to get too piss drunk, but enough to hopefully cheer himself up a little.

A few girls are invited up to their VIP section, and two of them sit at the booth where Harry has retreated to.

"Hello." He greets.

"Hi!" They respond in unison.

"What are your names?"

They introduce themselves and he shakes their hands.

"You both were in the front row on the left at the concert tonight, right?"

They both grin widely. "Yes! You saw us?" The second girl exclaims.

"Yes, hard to miss, you were dancing the whole time." He explains, giving a half smirk.

"Well we loved the concert, so much." The one closest states, quickly touching his arm as she makes her statement.

"Good."

They get into a casual conversation, nothing too deep, and Harry is appreciating the distraction. They all order more drinks and continue chatting. The second girl eventually walks away, finding friends to dance with, and the first one scoots just a little closer to Harry.

"This isn't usually my scene." She says.

"Mine either." He replies.

"Really?" She asks, seemingly surprised.

"Yeah, I usually just hang out in my room."

She reaches for his arm again. "We could… go back there… if you want?"

He's had a few drinks too many, and finds himself agreeing to her offer. He notifies a security guard and they sneak out of the club.

Once in the car, Harry gets a text.

:niall: what the hell are you doing?

:harry: fuck off mate

:niall: you're being an idiot

:harry: don't care

:niall: harry stop

He locks his screen and turns toward the girl that he is now taking to his hotel room. Her hair is the same length as yours. She's wearing the same shade of lipstick you wear when you really want to get dolled up. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts.

[He needs to forget you… kind of hard when he is noticing these similarities]

They make it to his room and as soon as the door is closed, she pounces on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and smashing her lips against his. He hesitates, but his thoughts go to how you were probably doing the same with that damn Dave, so he places his hands on her waist and moves her to the bed.

She lays down and he hovers over her, not wanting to pause in case he starts thinking about you again. He smashes his lips back against hers. This isn't gentle, loving, or passionate in the way he had been with you. This is more of an adrenaline rush that he wants to have to feel something, anything.

His hand barely makes it up her shirt when she grabs the outside of his pants. He gasps, and pauses, then pulls himself back to stand up.

[What the hell is he doing? He doesn't want this]

"I'm sorry. I just, I just can't do this." He says.

"Umm… okay…" she replies, sitting herself up on the bed. "Was I doing something wrong?"

"No. I was. I shouldn't be doing this."

"I don't mind, I promise!" She states, trying to reach for his hand to pull him back down.

"But… I do. I'm sorry. I'll have security take you back to the club if you'd like." He offers.

She huffs. "Don't bother, I'll just order a ride home."

She quickly leaves and he makes his way back to the bed. He sits down and throws himself backwards, bringing his hands up to his face. He starts to cry.

"I hate this. I fucking hate this." He yells. He reaches for his phone and brings it up in front of his face.

:harry: i didn't do anything

:harry: i sent her away

:niall: get it together

:harry: she's moving on & it just hurts

He tosses his phone down and changes into clothes for bed.

As he lays on his back, he brings his hands to his face again, only able to think about how much of an idiot he was and how much he misses you.

~~~~~

Dinner with your family was better than expected. Sam's new girlfriend is an absolute sweetheart and he seems totally infatuated with her.

And there's Dave. After your dad left, your mom didn't do anything to find love. That's the reason you were so shocked that she was dating someone now. But Dave seems to be a real gem, a real gentleman. He is treating her right and making her so happy.

[You used to be treated like that…]

Sam leaves to take his lady out on their fancy date, so you are left with the adults as the third wheel.

"Well, I'm heading to my room, so have fun you two." You state, standing up from the couch.

"Oh! Won't you please stay? I'd love to get to know Maureen's daughter better…" He mildly pleads.

You smile. Actually almost a full smile. He's a gem.

He orders the three of you a pizza and you enjoy just getting to know him better. Getting to know your mom's boyfriend better. The thought still throws you off a bit.

You find out that he is a widower. She had passed away many years ago, and while he says he will still always love his first wife, he always knew he had love to give to someone else. He winks at your mom.

"Maureen… your mom… is an amazing woman Y/N. She is so understanding and accepting of that entire situation and still loves me. She opened me back up to love." He states, swooning over her as he holds her hand.

"And he did the same for me." She swoons back.

The doorbell rings and the pizza arrives. "Oh thank god, I can't handle this mushy stuff much longer." You joke, and they join you in laughter.

The night continues and you share with him your journey from college to your job on tour. He seems impressed, and almost proud, of what you've already accomplished.

"That is absolutely amazing Y/N. You deserve that success." He states.

"Wow. Thank you Dave." You reply.

The doorbell rings again and the three of you look at each other in confusion.

"Did we win a free pizza or something?" Dave chuckles.

You head to the door and open it to find a floral delivery guy standing there. You sign for them and bring them in.

"These are beautiful Dave." You say.

"Oh. I'm sorry." He looks at your mom. "I didn't order those."

You search for a card and don't hesitate to read it out loud.

"Y/N…" You pause. "Oh… guess it's for me…" you continue, "wanted you to have a little something pretty on Valentine's Day, even if you are pretty much a punk." You turn the card over and read the name.

"Who's that from?" Your mom asks, with a very lovey tone.

"Ryan Dunn." You state. You shake your head, not really understanding what he's trying to do.

"Ryan Dunn, from high school?" She asks, energetically. "She had a huge crush on him back then." She adds, giving Dave some more information.

"Oh! And he's reaching out after all this time?" Dave asks, very intrigued.

"No. We bumped into each other on New Year's Eve. We've hung out a bit since then with Natalie… my best friend… and her boyfriend Levi."

"Seems like he fancies you sweetheart." Your mom winks.

"Ew, no one says that mom." You giggle.

"Hey now. I fancy your mom…" Dave chuckles.

You dramatically roll your eyes as a joke and put the card back into the bouquet. You pull out your phone.

:you: thank you for the flowers

:you: it was definitely a surprise

:ryan: your welcome, nat said you could use some cheering up

:you: i hate her, but thank you

:ryan: if you're in L.A. soon, want to grab lunch or something?

:you: i don't have any plans there, but i'll let you know, maybe we can figure something out

:ryan: i'd like that, happy v-day punk

"So… what's going on between you two?" Your mom asks, as you notice they are both turned around towards you, staring.

"We're friends. That's all. Just friends." You reply.

"So were we…" Dave states, kissing your mom on the cheek.

"Okay, now I'm really going to my room, too much cuteness happening over there."

You give Dave a hug, saying how nice it is to meet him, and how glad you are that he's making your mom so happy. You kiss your mom's cheek and make your way back to your room.

Your thoughts are swirling. You're so happy for your mom and you are really liking Dave. You're shocked that she had even wanted to love again though. You're happy for Sam and his lovely girlfriend too. You're happy for Natalie and Levi. It's nice to feel happy for others.

But for yourself, you feel numb. You want that. You want happiness, and love. You had that. You had happiness and love. But it got tossed aside. And not even by you. You were the one who got tossed aside. Harry didn't want to fight for you. He didn't want to try. He didn't want you.

Ryan might.

[You don't know if you actually like that thought]

But it's true. He seems to like you. You don't want to jump into anything, but maybe there is a possibility there like Natalie had been hinting. At the very least, it's nice that you still have a friend nearby.

:you: next weekend? i can come to the city

:ryan: okay! can't wait. been lonely with the others gone haha

:you: me too. it'll be good.

You lay down in bed and your eyes start to get heavy. But one last thought comes across your mind.

[Maybe you don't have to be lonely anymore]

~~~~~

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DARK! STEPHEN STRANGE X READER, PART 3

A.N: guys look it’s finally out omg. Buckle up, shits hitting the fan

WARNINGS: kidnapping, choking, anger issues, manipulation, dark Stephen strange is a warning itself

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“Where are you?”

It was a faint whisper, but nonetheless, it was certainly loud enough to send a cold shiver down the wandering woman’s spine.

The gentle question echoed throughout the walls of her brain, embedding itself into her mind. It was a familiar question, just as familiar as seeing an old  acquaintance for the first time in years; simple and effortless.

Her heart beat filled her ears, a steady an rhythmic noise that provided the only psychical evidence that she was truly here.

She was here, wherever that may be.

“Please,” the pathetic voice pleaded, desperation clinging onto each syllable as if called to her.

Her mind raced, confusion washing through her veins as the voice grew louder, nearer, until it had cornered the woman with its unforgivable power.

The echo etched itself into her mind, her body aching as she heard her heart rate incline at a drastic pace. “I don’t understand,” she cried, wincing as the voice surrounded her, overtaking her senses.

It was intangible, and yet it was hurting her. It was a physical pain she couldn’t quite grasp nor describe. It was a disease, eating the inside of her brains and spreading through her veins.

Another plead made its way into her ears, and she sobbed, her ears throbbing in pain as the volume increased. Her hands flung to her ears, covering them in a desperate attempt to ease the pain. “Please,” she pleaded, her voice like ice as she begged the voice to silence.

“Where are you, (Y/N)?”

She awoke in a cold sweat, her eyes flinging open quickly as a small scream bubbled into her throat, preparing to spill from her lips and cut through the silent air. She pressed a palm to her mouth quickly, and instead, a small broken sob escaped her.

Her heartbeat was rapid, the soft murmur of it thudding into her ears. She took a deep breath in, slowly pushing herself up. The white cotton of the blanket covering her slowly slipped away, exposing her oversized black tee shirt that adorned her figure.

Rays of sunshine poured into the small window beside the bed, the bird’s song filling the room with a sweet serenade that left the woman feeling light after her nightmare, but nonetheless, the coldness that clung to her was enough to be a pale reminder that once again, she had gotten no sleep.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had a full nights of sleep. She couldn’t seem to grasp the last time she had felt truly rested. She was exhausted, almost scared to sleep in fear that the same nightmare would return — that the voice would return.

And every night, she was proven correct.

A weight shifted beside her, and suddenly, a strong arm wrapped firmly around her midsection.

“Good morning, my love,” a voice softly spoken, the morning rasp enough to make the woman smile in adornment.

A pair of lips pressed themselves against her shoulder, a soft tired sigh escaping the man that sat beside her.

She turned, a loving smile plastered onto her stiff and tired face. Her hand came to rest on his shoulder, and she pulled him towards her, her lips pressing softly against his own. “Good morning,” she gently murmured against his mouth, pulling away slightly so only their foreheads remained touching.

Stephen smiled, his eyes soft as he gazed into hers. It was a beautiful gaze, as if he were seeing color for the first time in his life. And in a way, he truly was.

She was his color, and without her, his world was colorless and lifeless.

“How did you sleep?” He asked gently, his thumb tracing circles along an exposed area of her stomach. His face was one of slightly concern, his eyes glistening slightly as he searched her own for answers.

She sighed, the corner of her mouth forcing into a smile. “I slept fine,” she quickly replied, tucking a stray piece of messy hair behind her ear. “How about you?” She added, quirking an eyebrow towards her husband.

“Amazing, like always. I only wish we could have slept longer. I could hold you in my arms all day,” he answered, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. He pressed his fingers into the side of her stomach, and she twitched, a bubble of laughter leaving her.

“Stop it,” she demanded light heartedly, her hands shoving his off her. Ignoring her, he wrapped his strong arms around the woman, pulling her down with him as he fell backwards into the bed.

She squealed, laughing as she fell back against him. Her stomach pressed against his, her hair falling like a curtain around their faces. “Oh, you cheeky little bastard—“

He leaned up to cut her off, his lips pressing against hers. Sweetly surprised, the woman softly giggled against his mouth, a small hum escaping her as Stephen held her in his arms.

Warmth flooded between the two of them, complete bliss flowing through their veins as the lovingly embraced each other.

Slowly, she pulled her face away from his until it was hovering just above his own. He gazed into her lovely eyes, a smile never leaving his handsome face.

“I love you,” he whispered breathlessly, his hand coming to caress the back of her head and play with the messy locks of hair.

“And I love you,” she replied, pecking him once more on the lips. “But I’m hungry, so I’m making breakfast.”

“You go do that,” he said, giving the woman’s bottom a soft pinch before playfully pushing her off him. She gasped in surprise, pushing herself up off the bed.

“Hey, mister. You better be careful. I could spit in your food and you would never know.”

“Not like I haven’t tasted you before,” he remarked, a smirk tugging at his features as he stood.

The young woman gaped at her husband, a surprised choked laugh escaping her as she moved towards the grinning man. Bringing her hands up, she shoved him backwards into the bed where he landed with a soft “thud” and she sent him a wink, leaving him staring at her in shock as she moved out of the room.

Before reaching the kitchen, she stopped at the brown record player in the living room, placing a worn record onto the stand. Setting the needle down gently onto it, a satisfied sigh left her as music began to play throughout the quiet house.

She found herself in the kitchen, tying up her hair and immediately getting to work on breakfast.

Whisking together eggs and spices into a bowl, she hummed along to the lyrics of the song, the gentle ballad bringing a sweet melody into the house.

Despite the music, however, her mind continued to flash back to her dream, her brow crinkling slightly as she tried to push away the thought.

Though it was a reoccurring nightmare that greeted her each time she killed into unconsciousness, it still brought her fear and confusion. The voice was so familiar, and yet she simply could not grasp the person the voice belonged to.

She blinked, a small frustrated sigh leaving her as she set the whisk down. There was no point in holding onto a dream. After all, that was all it was; a dream.

Right?

She poured the eggs into a hot pan, reaching over to put two slices on toast into the toaster.

As the eggs cooked, she was still, staring empty mindlessly into the pan. Soon, the smell of eggs began to fill the kitchen, and her stomach growled in response. She stirred the steaming eggs, breaking them into pieces.

As she stood there and stirred. she couldn’t help but let her mind get the best of her. What if it wasn’t a dream? Dreams were different each night, weren’t they? What if it was deeper than that? What if—

Her eyes caught on her wedding ring — the delicate golden band hugging her finger glistened in the morning light — and her heart calmed. It was like a rock in the storm, and her cheeks reddened with adoration.

She was safe. Stephen would always protect her.

He was her rock.

The sound of the toast popping up brought her back to reality, and she jumped slightly at the sudden noise, a breathless laugh escaping her when she realized it was just the toast.

Quickly, she shut the stove off, using a spoon to scoop the scrambled eggs onto two plates. She grabbed the toast, buttering both pieces and setting them beside the eggs.

Just as she was pouring coffee into two mugs, Stephen came striding into the room. He had changed into something less…pajama-ey… and now wore a dark long sleeve shirt and jeans.

Wrapping his arms around his wife from behind, he kissed her cheek. “Smells delicious, my love.”

“You say that to everything I make,” she giggled, turning her head slightly to allow him room to place a kiss on her lips.

“And it’s always delicious.”

“Shut up and eat your food before it gets cold.”

“Whatever you say,” he grinned, grabbing one of the plates from the counter and taking a seat at the small rounded table near the kitchen.

She met him there, setting a mug beside his plate and taking a seat beside him.

They ate in comfortable silence, the music providing the only source of sound. It was enough, for each were comfortable in silence.

She was the first to finish.

Hopping off the seat, empty plate in hand, she moved towards the sink and began to clean the mess she had made as Stephen ate.

As she cleaned, the woman simply could not keep her eyes off the kitchen window. It was bright, hues of yellow, orange, light blue, and green blending together to create a masterpiece of art outside the little house.

“Stephen, do you think we could go for a walk today?” She asked hopefully, though she knew the answer. She didn’t look at him while she spoke, instead opting to scrub the eggs off the pan.

“I don’t think so, (y/n). Today isn’t a good idea.”

“Why not? Look how beautiful it is outside. It doesn’t even look real.”

It went silent in the room, the song from the other room ending. “I said not today,” he repeated, his tone harsher than before.

She flinched slightly at the venom, her heart sinking slightly. Forcing herself to look away from the window, she finally nodded, muttering a quiet apology as she set the pan into the dishwasher.

Another song began to play, the familiarity somewhat easing the disappointment of Stephens answer.

The sound of wood scraping against the tile filled her ears as he stood from his place, moving towards his wife. He placed the plate beside the sink, his hands wrapping around the new dish in her hand. Ignoring her confused expression, he carefully pried it from her hands and set it beside his dish.

From there, he wrapped one hand around her waist, using his other hand to gently wrap around her jaw and move her to look up at him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his eyes softening when seeing the disappointment in her own. “I just have some things I need to get done today, alright? Another time, i promise.”

She glanced into his eyes, searching for something she simply could not name, and finally, she nodded silently, warming when she saw the beautiful smile she had fallen in love with.

“It’s our song,” he whispered again, his head nodding towards the record machine. “Dance with me, honey.” Using his hand on her waist, he moved her hips slightly, and she let her arms snake around his neck.

The music was soft as the couple danced in the kitchen, smiles branded upon their youthful faces. He swirled her, letting her fall back into his arms as she blushed.

She was head over heels for him, and he was in love with her. Nothing would ever separate them.

He would make sure of that.

…….

A fragrant candle sat still upon the windows ledge, the evening glow of the descending sun illuminating across the beige walls of the living room.

It was silent as the girl sat cross-legged on the beige sofa, her fingers pressed against her temples as she rubbed the tender area. Her head pounded, throbbing waves of pain washing over her brain.

She had tried everything to rid herself of the ache, though nothing seemed to work. The pain had only grown more and more intense, so much so that she could hardly walk without feeling nauseous.

“(Y/N), Where are you?” A gentle voice called, like how a parent might call a child, and she felt herself grow cold.

She froze, the movement on her temples ceasing in place.

She struggled to find words, her tongue caught in perfect silence as she struggled to determine whether it voice was truly real. It was familiar, the same familiar voice that had haunted her each night.

“(Y/N)?”

The fear crawled from her head down to her spine, tension gripping her body. She could feel the panic beginning to rise, her vision burning with tears as they threatened to pour from her scared eyes.

She was unable to move, still as a statue, as a shadow began to illuminate along across the floor.

It was a monster — a real life boogeyman — and suddenly, she felt like a child being fed to the monster beneath her bed. Grey devoured the room as the shadow grew larger, and like a bunny about to be preyed upon, she cowered in fear, a sharp cry of utter devastation escaping her. Pushing herself further back into the sofa, her eyes slammed shut, quick sobs of desperation leaving her lips as the monster grew closer, it’s cold arms gripping her own, much to her horror.

“(Y/N), it’s me,” the voice quickly exclaimed, giving the woman a quick shake.

Her eyes fell open, and just like that, the monster was gone, with Stephen now taking its place.

Her Stephen.

She breathed a sigh of utter relief, quickly closing the space between them with a tight hug. She fell into his arms, her cheek pressed roughly against his heart as he held her, tears sliding down her wet cheeks.

She gripped onto his shirt with white knuckles, scared that if she were to let go, the monster would return. He sat with her, his chin resting on the top of her head as he rubbed circles on her back in attempt to soothe the hysteric girl.

“Are you alright?” He finally asked when her breathing had calmed. Neither moved, though both could feel that the woman was shaking.

“I think I’m going crazy,” she replied breathlessly. It was a whisper, her voice wavering as she spoke. She clung onto him tightly, as if he were the rock that grounded her and protected her from the harsh locks of ocean waves. “I just — I just, keep seeing things. Terrifying things, Stephen, and - and these dreams won’t stop and I-I’m so damn scared.”

He was silent as he held her, her hand continuing it’s soothing circles on her back as he pondered what she was saying. He felt conflicted, unable to come up with a solution to fix his wife.

Slowly, he pulled himself away from her, holding her about a foot from himself. “Why don’t you relax a little bit, okay?” He suggested quietly, his hands rubbing on her shoulders lightly. “Go take a warm bath… don’t worry about dinner. I have it handled.”

She hesitated slightly, but when she stared into his warm eyes, she instantly nodded in response, carefully pushing herself up and off the sofa.

He watched her with sharp eyes as she moved out of the room, her hand coming to rub at the back of her sore neck. Seeing her disappear from the room, he let himself take in a shaky breath.

What was he going to do about this?

———————

She found herself standing in front of the bathroom mirror. She was exhausted, her messy hair adorning her pale face. Gripping the counter to keep herself steady, she braved herself to look into the dull reflection in front of her.

What she saw unnerved her.

While yes, it was supposed to be her, she just simply couldn’t fully recognize the woman standing in front of her.

She was thin and pale, her eyes tired and dark, with purple bags branded into the skin below. There was a look in her eyes, a faint glow that seemed to be unusual. (Y/N) knew, somehow deep inside, it didn’t below there.

Her lips were dry and cracked, her cheeks hollowed and drained from all ounce of color that would hint she was even alive.

She didn’t look alive, nor did she didn’t feel alive.

What was happening?

Raising her hand up to tuck a strand of her tangled hair behind her ear, her eyes caught on the wedding band wrapped around her finger.

Bringing it closer to her eyesight, she examined the gold, noting the way the diamonds shined under the fluorescent light of the bathroom.

She sighed, moving to slide the ring off before getting into the bathtub; however, it didn’t come off. Furrowing her eyebrows, she gave it another tug, and yet the band didn’t move. Confusion filled her mind as she continued to try and pull the ring off, frustration beginning to creep up on her.

Why wasn’t it coming off? It always came off when she—

She froze, eyes stuck on the ring that cling to her finger.

She had no memory of taking it off ever before.

Why?

She was becoming frantic now, returning to trying to tug the ring off. Her finger ached as she tugged sharply, her hand twisting and turning the band as she tried to yank it off.

With a loud cry and a sickening crack, the ring finally let go of her finger., flying forward and landing in the bathroom sink. Tears welled in her eyes as she cradled her newly broken finger, quiet sobs escaping her.

And then the pain came.

Suddenly, a sharp pain filled her head, loud whispers filling the small room around her. The pain consumed her, the color draining from her eyes.

Everything was grey, a dull grey that ate away the bright colorful colors that used to paint the walls of each room. As the color was drained, so was the warmth.

A cold sweat crept upon her skin, goosebumps dancing their way down her arms and legs as she panicked.

A scream made it’s way up into her throat, bubbling out into a shrill sound that echoed throughout the walls.

“Where are you?”

“No, no, no,�� she frantically pleaded, her body sliding down the bathroom wall as her hands covered her ears. “Please, no — Stephen, please.”

The banging on a door caught her attention, the handle jiggling as Stephens muffled voice spoke. “(Y/n)?”

Throwing herself off the floor, she unlocked the door, swinging it open and landing straight in his arms.

“(Y/N)…”

The voice was distorted, deeper and raspier then what she knew. Slowly, she looked up at her husband, her eyes filling with horror as her eyes met with an inhumane creature.

A scream pierced through the room, the woman throwing herself away from the man as quickly as she could.

The eyes softened, the creature cringing slightly at her distressed state. “No, no, it’s me, my love — it’s…”

“Please, please, stop!” She cried, watching in complete hysteria as the creature slowly began to shed its skin. Monsters crawled out from his mouth, hands desperately gripping anything on him to escape. He swallowed these creatures, coming back into the man she had once loved.

“It’s me!” He cried, reaching for her.

Memories flooded back into her mind, memories of being drugged, of being held here against her will, memories of her dreams.

This wasn’t her Stephen.

Her Stephen was the voice in her dreams.

“No,” she whispered, throwing herself up and off the floor, sprinting towards the door. She ran, sounds of desperation escaping her as he chased after her.

“(Y/n)!” He growled, his footsteps echoing behind her. “Come back here!”

He was angry, frustration evident in his venomous voice as he ran after her.

The hallways of the grey sanctum were long, the aching coldness wrapping around her body as she searched for a way out.

“Get back here!” he spat, his hands moving from his sides and reaching towards the woman. “Stop trying to fight this!”

The walls began to spin around her, windows multiplying as she ran. The floor beneath her stretched as he used his magic, her mind becoming dizzy with the moving room around her.

Shadows painted the walls, screams of the dammed clawing their way out of the ground and into the air above.

“Please, Stephen,” she cried as she ran, thinking deeply into her mind and searching for any indication he was listening. “Help me.”

Shoving open a door, she ran, slamming it shut behind her. Much to her despair, the hallway continued in front of her, the walls spinning and turning in a sickening manor.

A frustrated scream escaped the frantic woman, and yet she didn’t stop running.

She had to escape — she had to leave and get back to her universe. She had to leave this place.

It was dead silent in the hallway, only the sound of her footsteps and her heavy breathing filling the void she ran through.

She turned down a hallway, only to be met with a dead end. Turning back around, she ran the opposite direction, her wild hair whipping her face.

Another dead end.

“No,” she moaned, a shaky sob leaving her lips. “Please—“

“I told you, it’s useless.”

His voice was like cold ice going down her spine, utter fear prickling her skin. She stood still, unable to look at the man that stood behind her.

He moved more closely to her, his chest coming to brush against her. His breath made its way down her back, cold fingers coming to brush along her neck and move her hair back.

An uncontrollable cry fell from her lips, her eyes falling closed as she stood, a single tear trailing down her cheek as she stood there , absolutely frozen.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he said softly, a small sigh leaving him. “But I can’t let you leave.” His lips pressed gently against her shoulder. They were cold, and she shivered at his touch. “You know this already — why do you keep fighting?” His voice was disapproving as he placed another kiss to her freezing shoulder.

She kept quiet, unable to speak. She was trembling against him, small uncontrollable whimpers escaping her as he kissed her. She wanted to throw up, to die right there on the spot. She was weak, unable to continue this fight against this monster.

“Just kill me,” she finally pleaded, the words flying from her mouth before she could give another thought. “Just kill me — please, kill me.”

This seemed to grab his attention, for he stiffened slightly against her.

“I’m done fighting, I can’t fight anymore; but I’d rather die than be here with you. I’d rather you kill me yourself and get it over with.”

His arms grasped her wrists, swinging her around quickly to look at him. When meeting his eyes, she shuddered, a sudden coldness washed over her body, her knees bucking slightly.

His eyes were dark, black almost. They were a never ending black hole that devoured her, drowning her until she could no longer breathe.

“You’d rather die than be happy with me?” He spat, anger dripping from his voice. “I’ve given you everything — everything!”

The walls shook with his voice, his control beginning to falter. His grip on her wrists tightened, and she whined, trying to pull herself away.

“I’ve destroyed worlds for you, I’ve slaughtered millions! I gave you everything you wanted!” A hand released her wrist, only to cling straight to her throat like a magnet.

She gasped, her newly released hand flying up to grab his fingers and try to pull them away from her airways.

“You ungrateful brat…” he muttered venomously, his jaw tightening as he choked her.

She stumbled backwards, her back slamming against the wall of the hallway. She struggled to pull at his fingers, another hand moving to hit him in the face. He ignored her feeble attempts to defend herself, inhaling deeply as her knees gave out from beneath her.

“I don’t understand what I did wrong,” he said lowly, his voice barely audible to the struggling woman. “I’ve given you everything.”

Her eyes fell closed, her chest screaming for air.

Finally, she would be with Stephen again.

Finally, she would escape from here.

Just as she was about to drift off into the peaceful comfort unconsciousness had to offer, his hand released from her throat, and she fell to the floor near his feet. His blue cloak brushed against her forehead, her arms supporting her as she gasped for breath.

His breaths were hard and fast, staring down upon her with dark eyes. She was weak, unable to stand as he stood over her. He took a moment to contain himself, his jaw tight as he worked to calm his angered state.

Slowly, he leaned his arm down to grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

“Pull another move like that,” he began, his chest rising and falling quickly as he looked down upon her. “And I’ll make you really wish I would kill you.” He examined her, watching her eyes dart away from his own as she refused to look at him. “And I promise you, even as you scream, and even as you beg, I won’t kill you. I’ll make sure you’re alive for every single moment of it — do you understand?”

His voice was exceptionally calm for his heavy breathing, his tone smooth and promising. When she didn’t answer, he gave her hair a tug, receiving a tired cry from the girl. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes!” She sobbed, her hair finally being released. She fell back against his feet, shame and cowardice coating her words.

“Very good,” he praised her dully, an empty satisfied smile tugging at his lips. He crouched down beside her, his fingers brushing against her jaw and forcing her to look up at him once again.

“See you soon, my love,” he said quietly, leaning to place a soft kiss against the confused girls forehead.

“Wha-“

His fingers pressed against her temple, and suddenly, everything went black as she collapsed against the floor.

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“(Y/n)….”

“Wake up.”

“(Y/N), where are you?”

“WAKE UP!”

Her eyes going open, a small gasp falling from her lips as she shot up in her place. Sunshine filled her eyes, the warm yellow light creeping upon her skin as she heavily breathed.

With soft blankets wrapped around her, she allowed herself to fall backwards against the bed with a relieved sigh, turning her body and relaxing against the fluffy pillow.

Just as she was about to drift off into unconsciousness, a strong arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close against a warm body.

A kiss was placed against her shoulder, and she smiled at the familiar warmth that spread through her veins.

“Good morning, my love.”

//// thank you all for being patient with me, there will be a part four sometime soon hopefully!

[greenorangevioletgrass]

Ooh

Imagine that Tom Cruise scene in the first top gun movie, where he is trying to flirt with that civilian instructor in the bar by serenading her. But instead of the civilian instructor, it's Y/N and she's sitting alone coz Bradley went outside to get some fresh air (he wants to propose and was just too nervous). When he came back inside, he saw her getting serenaded by the entire fucking bar and because our dear Y/N is too sweet, she just smiles and politely declines (these aviators can take a hint lol).

Then, she leaves the bar and drags Bradley along with her. She takes the wheel and drives to an abandoned parking lot where she fucks the jealousy out of Bradley.

(sorry for the messy writing, English is not my first language)

your english is fantastic!! even more fantastic than the idea of YOU driving HIM like a bad bitch??? Fuck me with a chainsaw 🥵

you drive mindlessly around miramar and bradley is half distracted from the ring box weighing a burden in his pocket, half from the way you have one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear stick. he doesn’t usually like ppl driving his bronco (it’s his baby, thank you very much) but you look so good and you drive so well that he just? lets you???

you’re driving along a deserted strip of beach and he tells you “pull over.” “what?” “just… pull over. now.” and you turn to him in worry but he’s already tackling you into a fierce kiss and murmuring needy shit like “wanna be inside you so much baby, please…”

you palm him over his jeans, he must be aching for it right now, half straddling him, finding some semblance of relief in the friction against his thigh. his head falls back with a feverish please please please please over and over again until you sink down on his dick, and jesus fuck it feels so good, the words just fly out of his mouth.

“marry me.”