#don’t mind the fact that I gave her five fingers on just her right hand on both poses Idk what happened

[elviraaxen]

Lune’s new outfit because I didn’t like the old one!

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hey I want wondering if you could do a harry j potter x reader oneshot when the are dating for a few months (takes place in ootp or hbp I don’t really mind which) and reader is still not completely comfortable with cuddling and that kind of stuff with harry cause she just isn’t used to physical contact and one day when harry wants to cuddle with her in the evening she stiffens or flinches and harry is extremely worried (yk him and his adorable overreacting) cause he doesn’t know if she has any trauma or something and you can make the rest up just make it extremely fluffy (only if you want to do it tho I just think it’d be very cute <3)

hi love, so while my requests are technically not open, you were lucky there weren't many requests from my celebration so i did write this :) and it wouldn't be a blurb from me if it wasn't 1.3k words (i swear i'm not doing it on purpose)

Flinch

The fire spit out sparks near your feet as you poured over your Divination homework. You were halfway but it was becoming harder and harder to come up with solutions and explanations of your dreams and with every minute that passed your concentration grew smaller. Not that there had been much to begin with when you'd started, but whether you liked it or not, the deadline was approaching fast.

Just as you'd finished describing your dream of last Thursday—something to do with unruly black hair and glasses—you got interrupted. Someone dropped to the couch behind where you were sitting on the floor and let out a loud sigh. Then in the corner of your eye you saw a flash of red hair darting to the last empty chair on your side, followed by a "How gentleman-like of you, Ron".

Hermione sat down next to you on the floor and glanced at your parchment. "I feel sad for you."

"You should," you said, dropping your quill and massaging your forehead with your fingers. "It's a wreck."

"Wait a minute." Ron perked up from his slouch in the armchair. "Why did you not feel sorry for me when I complained about it today?"

Hermione shook her head. "Because you don't even try, Ron! You predicted you'd be caught by a mob of horses and be forced to turn into a centaur."

"So?" Ron shrugged. "That's just what my dream meant."

"Be careful," you said to Ron. "Or soon you'll dream it's a mob of Hermiones chasing you."

Ron shivered as if that was the worst nightmare anyone could have and behind you Harry barked a laugh. You looked back at your boyfriend and smiled. The dating thing was still new and you were trying to find your way with it, but you were glad to have made him laugh.

"Hush now," you said, waving a hand towards Ron. "I want to finish this."

You did get silence but only for five minutes or so before Ron started to talk about the upcoming quidditch game against Ravenclaw. You, who had been busy coming up with a dream for Friday—maybe Ron's technique wasn't all that bad after all—got pulled from your focus. You tried for ten more minutes, but eventually had to admit that you were doing more bad than good and would have to correct everything you wrote tomorrow so you gave up  You threw your quill down and rested back against the bottom of the sofa, right next to Harry's legs.

Without turning away from his conversation, he laid his hand atop your head and started massaging it.

You froze, heart skipping a beat and pumping twice as fast after. Every muscle in your body grew rigid, frozen, and you carefully moved away, pretending to grab something of the table, but in fact trying to get away as unnoticeable as possible.

No one noticed. Harry's hand fell back but he said nothing nor did he move closer again. With a pounding heart you stared at your Divination paper, pretending you were fixing a mistake.

It wasn't Harry's fault. Really not. You'd never been good with physical contact but you also never thought it a real problem till you got together with Harry. Now each time he wrapped an arm around you or reached for your hand, you froze, panicked, feared. You weren't even sure why.

You also didn't know if Harry had noticed. He had never said anything about it and whenever it happened and you pulled away he seemed not to notice it. But you knew it wasn't fair to him and you did try to do better. Just yesterday he had taken your hand and without too much panic you'd held onto it for the entire walk.

It was a slow process and many times you were on the verge of telling him about it, but you were scared.

After a few minutes of calming down, you got up and sat next to Harry on the sofa, leaving enough space so you weren't touching but no one would think anything of it.

Ron was animatedly telling a story about Flitwick who had fallen off his chair and Harry turned to you.

"You alright?" he asked softly.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine." You bit your lip and Harry's gaze flicked down but back up quickly.

"Are you sure?" he went on. "You seem a bit off."

"No, all's good. Don't worry." You shrugged. "Just tired."

"Okay." Harry's mouth split into a smile. "'Cause you'd tell me if something was wrong right?"

"Of course." You tried a smile and apparently it was convincing enough for him to drop the subject.

"It's not that funny, Ron," Hermione said, tearing your focus from Harry. She shook her head while Ron wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

Next to you, Harry smiled lazily. "It kinda was. He made the funniest noise ever." He proceeded to make some high-pitched noise that had Ron roaring with laughter in his chair until he fell off.

"Serves you right," Hermione mumbled, but there was a smile on her face.

You laughed and sunk a little more into the sofa. So much that you almost didn't see what happened next to you. Almost.

Harry stretched out his arm to lay it over your shoulders and before you could stop it, you flinched.

And this time there was no mistaking it. He noticed.

"What-?" he stuttered.

Your eyes were wide, your body frozen in shock. You hadn't meant for it to happen, didn't even know it would happen. You'd been on edge all day, tired, overworked, but you never figured it would end up like this.

And unfortunately not only Harry noticed.

"Ron," Hermione said. "Ron, come on. I want to talk to you."

Ron looked up from where he hadn't even bothered get up from the floor. "Why?"

"Just something." Hermione's eyes flicked to your frozen body and Harry's face that you were too afraid to look at. "Quickly. Come on, Ron."

"Alright, fine. But I don't see what could possibly be so important."

"Just come!"

Hermione quickly left, Ron following after her reluctantly. You were glad she'd given you some privacy, but you didn't want to see the undoubtedly hurt look on Harry's face.

"y/n?" Harry didn't reach out for you and somehow that hurt. "Can you look at me?"

You took a deep breath and looked up. You had expected pain, anger, disappointment, but instead there was only worry and confusion. Harry's eyes were full of concern and that gave you the slightest of hope. He didn't hate you.

"What happened?" he asked softly.

"I'm trying really hard, Harry. It's just... physical contact and touch and everything---it doesn't come easy to me. I don't know why; it's just always been so for me." You looked down at your hands in your lap. "And I want to change that. I do. But it takes time."

Harry was silent for a long time and you didn't look at him. You'd understand if he didn't want to see you any longer, if he wanted to break things off. You'd hate that, of course, but you'd understand.

"We have time."

"What?"

You lifted your gaze to his face. He was watching you with a smile.

"You said it takes time. We have time. All the time in the world if we need."

"You mean that," you realised.

"I do. I don't want to lose you over something like this. We'll find our way with it. I promise."

A watery laugh fell from your lips. You nodded, more relieved than words could describe. He didn't hate you, not at all. Your fears had been ungrounded.

"Thank you," you said. And very carefully, you placed your hand atop Harry's one. Nerves spiked in your chest, but you pushed them down. "It's not that I hate you touching me. It's just a bit more difficult."

Harry turned his hand over and held yours. He was careful, soft.

"That's alright," he said. "I'm still yours."

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[hoonvrs]

CIGARETTES

32 u r sobir. die (+written 0.8k)

if there were actually a magic lamp with a genie that would grant jake three wishes he’d use his first to have the his car seat comically flung into the air and somewhere far away from where he is right now.

ignoring the fact that he’s driving with four grown adults in the back of a five seater with his irrational fear of getting pulled over, it surely didn’t help having jisung sitting in the passenger seat looking directly at him the whole time. they wouldn’t even give him the curtesy of putting music on, leaving them allot sit in silence whilst yns friends stare at the driver.

“when did you get your licence?” the passenger princess asked, still facing only with his face and he was starting to get worried that he’d get a stiff his neck from that angle.

“eighteen., he could see jisung giving him a suspicous nod from his peripheral as he gave him a full body one over.

“any points?”

“no, sir.”

“he’s literally the same age as you, why are you calling him sir?” gaeul piped up, knitting her eyebrows together at his weird behaviour.

he was sure yn was feeling the same, trying to ease the tension in the vehicle, “jisung put some music on.”

“no babe, we need to ask some questions,” jake was going to ignore yujin calling yn ‘babe’ for the sake of his dignity, and maybe so he doesn’t swerve the whole car off the road but no one said that.

just as he finally started approaching the party chenle decided to speak up, “so when are you going to ask yn to be your girlfriend?”

“oh would you look at that, were here!” jake has never ran out of a car so fast in his life.

everyone crawled out the car completely forgetting their whole integration as they walk towards the house. yn was the last to step out, walking towards jake instead, “if you want to go and have fun i don’t mind being the driver, really.”

if you thought jake couldn’t be more inlove with yn,  you thought wrong.

“no, no its okay. go have fun, i’ll look after you.”

“thanks pretty,” she leans close to give him a peck on the cheek before walking towards the house. 

thank god she’d turned away so she wouldn’t have to witness jake go concerningly red in the face, clenching his fists whilst trying to not scream the big question right now. once she got right to the door she looked back seeing jake hadn’t moved an inch, “come on.”

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if all university parties were like this, jakes not sure if he’d attend another one.

it maybe because he’s completely sober so the appeal of body shots and diving through tables aren’t very high right now, but he isn’t here for fun he’s on boyfriend butnotreallyboyfriend protection duties.

speaking of his girlfriend butnotreallygirlfriend where did she disappear to? you look away for two seconds and then you lose sight of what you came for and if he doesn’t find her in the next two minutes he might just have a full breakdown in the middle of the crowd.

after searching the whole first floor he headed for the garden, concluding that you couldn’t have gotten up the stairs drunk with the group of girls talking at the bottom effectively blocking the path completely.

jake gives himself a pat on the back mentally once he see you standing outside with a few people with a cigarette between your fingers up to your lips as you inhale and a solo cup in the other hand. your eyes lit up once they make eye contact with his, screaming for him with smoke escaping your mouth with each syllable, “jakey, come here!”

he walked over like the ‘obedient dog he is’ as sunoo likes to call him. once close enough he sees you shoving your cup to another guy to now use that hand to snake around his arm and pull him closer, “are you okay, puppy?”

if yn wants to call him a dog, yn gets to call him dog.

“shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

you waved his question off choosing to ignore answering it and instead introduce him to a few of the people you were previously talking too. after exchanging a few ‘hi, i’m jake’ he was quickly pulled away by you to a few chairs placed against the wall, “yujin and the others should join in a it but i want some time alone with you.”

jake might genuinely still have the breakdown because he’s not sure if he can handle you talking to him with an audience who can clearly hear you by the way they looked back, “that’s okay. jay and heeseung will probably come here too cause someone offered them a smoke and they don’t know how to say no.”

you giggled at him clearly a little tipsy, covering your mouth with your empty hand as an idea came to mind, “want to try something, pretty?”

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SYNOPSIS where university student jake develops a little crush on the girl he sees with a cigarette between her lips in the smoking area and decides he needs to impress her. how else would he do that except calling his smoker friend to teach him how to smoke ( spoiler: it doesn’t go so well. )

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[jeongintwenty3]

promise

pairing: bangchan x gn!reader

genre: hurt comfort

summary: trying to take care of your boyfriend caused an arguement to occur.

warnings: rude remarks, tears

author’s note: based on an annonie’s request! i hope this is what you were referring to (: enjoy the story as usual, don’t forget to leave me some asks, requests or anything in the ask box!

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“That doesn’t seem like eating to me, Chris,” you claimed, surprised seeing him throwing away the paper bag you left for him just hours prior. It was still sealed, he hasn’t eaten. To be honest? You kinda expected it — the pale skin and dry lips give it away, the fact that he hasn’t been taking care of himself as he’s supposed to.

“If you’re not going to eat it, then at least give it to someone else, you know? Not everyone has the—”

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe it was the soreness spreading through his back, maybe it was the burnout thrumming in his head — “Do you mind shutting up?” he spat, his emotions got the best of him. Chris was at high tensions the past month, the pressure from work getting unbearable.

You flinched at his tone, this isn’t the Chris you knew. You thought he’d stop his hurtful sayings, but you thought wrong.

“I’d love it if you’d just given me space. Let me work in peace alright? I have enough on my plate and I don’t need to be constantly pestered — I know what I’m doing. Just go home or something, don’t add my burdens,” even though his tone as calm, it was infused with much venom that pierced through your heart. You just want to take care of him, is that so wrong? Having enough of his habits, you decided to speak up — there’s no way in hell he’s stepping all over you like this.

“How dare you, Chris? Not everyone is privileged to have someone that takes care of them even if things get too much. If I’m that much of a burden, let’s call things off,” you retailitated, having none of his claims. Taking off the ring that was secured in your middle finger, you gave it back to him. Trying so hard to fight back the tears that welled up for the nth time tonight, you said, “You hurt me, Chris. Not just with your words, but with your absence too,” and with that, you left and drove off.

Chris exhaled, seeing the ring at the palm of his hands. It’s been a few months since the pair got engaged, but work only seemed to double just by then. He nibbled on his lower lip, the guilt finally sinking in. Chris did realize, he’d been not going home for the past 14 days, not to mention the many unread texts and miscalls from his one and only. Rubbing the gold band, he thought pretty well about what he should do.

“You fucked up, you realize that, right?” a voice bellowed across the hallway. Chris looked up, his eyes meeting Changbin’s figure. Rubbing the nape of his neck, Chris shot him a sad smile — “I can finish up, just go before it’s too late,” Changbin instructed. Curtly nodding, Chris took his stuff and left the building as well.

The house was empty, even the lights were off. Something was odd, Chris thought to himself. Prodding quietly up the stairs, he noticed the guest room’s door slightly agape. A faint light was shining through the gap which prompted him to enter the premises quietly

There you sat on the corner of the bed, rummaging through the many love letters Chris has gifted her from the past five years they have been together. Chris smiled at the sight, his heart chipping seeing the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

Chris knocked on the door, to alert you of his presence. You wiped your tears quickly, hating to present yourself like this in front of anyone. However, the pain in your heart didn’t seem to subside anytime soon, causing you to dig your nails to the palm of your hand — a habit that never seem to die down since your teenage years.

Noticing you were fizzing from anger and hurt causing you to shake, Chris engulfed you in a hug; his two arms securing your back and shoulder. You rebelled against his actions, his words replaying in your mind like an annoying melody. You tried everything you could to release yourself but it didn’t do anything

After a good three minutes of you trying to keep your guard up, the sobs finally broke, causing Chris to rub your back gently.

“What am I doing wrong, Chris? Why are you like this?” you cried, looking right at his two eyes, pain evident in both of yours.

“It’s not you, baby. I’m sorry, I’m very, very sorry,” he apologized profusely, knowing that the damage is irreversible — but he’s going to try everything he can to make it up to his beloved.

“Please stay with me, I can’t do this without you,” Chris pleaded, soothing your sides; you identified a teardrop dancing around his waterline.

“No, Chris. You can, it seems like you’ve been doing just fine without me,” you argued, his words stabbed that very delicate place of your heart.

“I can’t and I don’t want to do anything without you. I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t know what I was thinking, the stress got the best of me and I know it’s not a valid excuse. You didn’t deserve any of those words but please, please, let me make it up to you,” Chris said, tucking away the hairs that fell upon your frame.

You broke away from his gaze, eyes still teary. You know he’s genuine, he’s always been like that from the start. Taking a glimpse of the letters scattered on the bed, you took a deep breathe, letting out a small okay.

“You don’t have to forgive me now, take all the time you need, yeah? I never meant any of those words, you’re everything but a burden. You always take care of him, ground me when things get too much, remind me of my roots, thank you for being here with me,” he continued, swiping away the residue of tears using the pad of his thumbs. Poor Chris, too caught up on his love for you to not realize he’s rambling. Your fingers went up and played with his curls, signalling him to come back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Chris, I get it. It’s okay, really,” you tried to reassure his mind who seemed to go at 180 kilometers per hour.

“No! It’s not okay, I hurt you and I’m not supposed to do that,”

“And you apologized, it’s okay Chris,” you offered him a small smile. Taking your hands into his, he rubbed the area that was reddening due to your nail digging. He felt like the worst person in the world seeing those marks.

“May I?” he asked, holding out the gold band to put it right back where it belongs.

Nodding, you watched as the band slipped onto your finger — it felt like a piece of you was restored. Kissing your hand, he pulled you into another hug.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head — this man could never get enough of you.

“Promise me one more thing?”

Chris moved his head away, eyes focused on your face.

“Promise me to never, ever lash out on anyone, yeah? Let me be the last person to ever experience that side of you. Come to me when it gets too much, I’m more than happy to attend to your matters, okay?”

“Okay, baby. I’m sorry,”

“You know, the time you’re using to say sorry could’ve been used to make up the kisses I haven’t been receiving as often.”

And with that, Chris giggled, leaning in and capturing your lips into a passionate kiss. Even though the kiss was slightly salty due to the remenants of tears that streamed down, it was the sweetest thing Chris has ever tasted for the first time for quite some time.

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 6)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (6)

Masterlist (other parts here)

Jordan and YFN were comfortably spread out on the couch, an array of snacks laid out on the blanket they were sharing. YFN hadn’t told Jordan about her interaction with Lucy yet, and she was a little worried about doing so. The last thing she wanted was for Jordan to feel like she was less important. She still had no idea what was happening, and the fact that she was just on a spontaneous holiday sat in the back of her mind, but she kept it back there. She didn’t have a job or worries, she knew that she might meet people along the way who would be meaningful in her life. She was already so close to Jordan that she couldn’t imagine being back across the other side of the world from her, let alone whatever she had with Lucy. Was Lucy just looking for a quick fuck because she knew YFN was only here for 2 weeks? She ignored that thought, knowing that whatever was happening between them was far more than just a casual fling. But was it even possible to have more? And did they both want that?

She internally groaned. She hated overthinking things, it just wasn’t her. She was much more care-free than that. She happily pushed all of those thoughts aside and reminded herself of her motto. Whatever happens, happens. As long as she maintained respect for herself and those involved, she would happily be involved in whatever this was with Lucy.

Jordan nudged her foot as she texted. “Luce said the dinner party’s done and she has some gossip. Would you mind if she comes over?”

Yes, please. “Not at all.”

“Excellent. She’ll be here in 5.”

The restaurant was much further away than that, so she knew Lucy must have already been on her way. Oh, she was excited.

Five minutes later, Lucy knocked and entered without permission. Jordan didn’t seem phased, this must have been a common thing with them. Lucy found them in the living room looking quite comfortable on the couch.

“How’s the food poisoning?”

“I think all of these snacks have made it worse, to be honest.” YFN laughed.

Lucy’s eyes widened at the amount of snacks covering the two. Jordan saw this and defended them. “Don’t judge us, we’re feeling our emotions.”

Lucy laughed and gave a little leap over the couch to sit on YFN’s free side. She kicked her shoes off and YFN lifted the blanket they shared, pulling it to cover Lucy’s legs also. Lucy loved the thoughtfulness and stretched her legs out. Jordan threw a few different snacks over to Lucy.

“Are these sad or happy emotions?” Lucy asked.

“A bit of both,” YFN shrugged. “Subject to change with your gossip.”

“Ah,” Lucy didn’t have much gossip. She really just wanted an excuse to be around her. “Well.. when you left Leah asked me a few questions. She wanted to know who YFN was and where you were from, whether you two were in a relationship-” her finger gestured to the two of them.

“-wait,” Jordan cut her off. “She was jealous?”

“Mmn.. maybe a little to be honest. And protective.”

Jordan scoffed. “She has no right!”

“Oh I know, but feelings don’t just disappear that quickly…” Her extended foot touched YFN’s under the blanket which caused her body to flinch but Lucy noticed she didn’t move away. Jordan didn’t notice. “She still cares for you, Jords. You know that. She was upset, she just wants to talk to you. From our conversation she seems to miss your friendship.”

Jordan was quiet.

“You know you miss her friendship also,” YFN said softly as she leant over to squeeze Jordan’s hand.

“Argh yeah, you’re right, I do… but YFN and I have been talking a lot and I think I just need my space. I can’t give her what she wants right now.”

Lucy nodded. “Maybe you should tell her that..”

“Well I planned to tonight but I just couldn’t. She took me by surprise when she came over and I wasn’t ready.”

“Maybe… maybe it would be easier to text? Face to face is better but I think she’ll understand a text, Dory.”

Jordan sighed and nodded. “I’ve been thinking the same to be fair. Can you help me?”

“You mean can I do it all and you proof-read?” YFN chuckled. “Anything for you.”

Jordan gave an exaggeratingly toothy grin and tossed her phone over with a loud air smooch. YFN wrote out a message she thought would be sufficient. Lucy watched her little face concentrating as she quickly wrote.

Leah: Hey, I really appreciate you trying to have a chat with me tonight, and I’m sorry I wasn’t really responsive. I’m not going to throw all of my baggage onto you, but you need to know the basics. The truth is that I really haven’t been doing well after losing you and then deciding I had to leave Arsenal. Being left off the England Squad was the nail in the coffin for me. I played tough but it hit me harder than I realised, harder than anything has, really. I will always love you, you’re an incredible human being and an even better friend. I did hear what you were saying tonight and appreciate that you want us to be friends, but I just can’t give that to you right now. I don’t have the capacity. I’m working on myself and will continue to do so. I hope when I’m a bit more healed and feeling like myself that you’ll still want to be friends and we can go back to that. I miss our friendship.

I’m sorry I couldn’t say all of this to you tonight, I’ll admit I chickened out.

Take care of yourself Leah x

YFN read out the message to them both. God, she was good with words, Lucy thought.

Jordan also seemed impressed. “Can you add ‘I’m really lucky to have some good friends around me’ please? She’ll worry otherwise. Well, she’ll worry regardless but it’ll make her feel better.”

YFN nodded and added it in. She gave the phone back to Jordan who sent the message, then took a deep breath and threw her phone to the other end of the couch.

“I’m really proud of you, Jords,” Lucy stated softly. The emotion in her voice was evident. YFN didn’t like seeing Lucy upset and she brushed the back of her hand up against Lucy’s under the blanket. They both twitched at the contact and then hesitantly hooked pinkie’s together. They both smiled and relaxed.

“Thanks Luce,” Jordan said, tired. “I feel so much better already.”

The trio sat silently and continued watching their movie. With the stress of that burden now eased off her, Jordan fell asleep in minutes, her little body curled up in the corner of the couch, her mouth slightly open. The other two were very aware that their feet and pinkie’s were still touching.

“Can we talk?” Lucy whispered to avoid waking Jordan. Her head was leaning back on the couch and she was staring at YFN like she had been for the past few minutes. YFN had been too involved in the movie to notice. She broke her eyes away and found Lucy’s face. Lucy’s face was welcome sight and she had a very vulnerable look in her eyes.

“Sure… this is my favourite movie. Do you like it?” She whispered, cheekily avoiding a deeper conversation.

“The Taming of the Shrew?”

YFN’s eyes lit up. “Most people don't know that it’s loosely based off Shakespeare. I’m impressed. You must be a hopeless millennial romantic like me.”

Lucy just grinned, watching her get so excited about a movie.

“Plus, how attractive is Heath Ledger in this, hm?”

Lucy raised an eyebrow in question at her attraction to a man.

YFN grinned back cheekily. “Hey, I can admire a pretty person. Plus he’s from Perth in Western Australia, just like me.”

Lucy reached out with her free hand and touched the little dimple on her cheek gently. It was the complete opposite of the aggressive Lucy she’d seen on the pitch.

“I love this.”

YFN’s breathing started getting ragged and she had to blink and suck in a deep breath. Lucy grinned at the impact she had on her. YFN gestured to her grin. “And I love that.”

They spoke at the exact same time then.

“I want to get to know you be-”

“We acted on lust.”

Lucy was surprised but she nodded. “Yes, we did. Can you blame us?”

“No.. not really. I think it was more my fault than yours.”

“Ohhhh no. No, you’re not taking any blame for that. You can give that blame to me, or we can share it. I was flirting with you all night.”

“I know..” she whispered. “I liked it.”

Lucy took a risk and moved her hand to entangle their fingers completely. YFN covered the back of Lucy’s hand with her second one and pulled it onto her lap. Lucy sucked in a breath. She wanted to feel her, taste her, make her moan and cry and call her name. She pushed the thought aside and cleared her throat.

“I’m only here for another week and a half.”

“Jords said you were a writer? You can write, and travel. You can write, and stay. We can explore… this. I know it’s selfish of me to even ask but I have contracts in England and Spain.”

“I’ve never been to Spain.”

“You’ll love it, and you’ll love Narla.”

“Narla?”

“My little fur baby. She’s a Westie.” Lucy looked like a proud mum.

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, I want to meet her.”

“Spain is great,” she continued. “Tapas, good food, relaxed vibe, we’re down at the beach most mornings or evening watching the sunrise or sunset.”

“I miss good beaches.” She stroked the back of Lucy’s hand with her thumb.

“Well, they’re not ‘Australia good’ but they they’re pretty decent.”

“To be honest Lucy, I have no idea what I’m going to do. Dory and I get along so well, and I know she has other friends, but I feel like she’s leaning on me a bit at the moment and needs me. So I can’t see myself leaving soon anyways.. I want to just stay and be there for her, you know? Plus Birmingham sounds interesting.”

Lucy nodded slowly, thinking. “Well that’s much closer than you going back to Australia. There’s an airline that does direct from Birmingham to Barcelona and it’s quite cheap also.”

“You’ve been thinking about this a bit..”

Lucy gave a sheepish shrug. “Hopeless millennial romantic, remember?”

They smiled and played with each other’s hands, leaning towards each other.

“We have no idea what this is..” YFN sounded unsure.

Lucy wanted to reassure her and so she opened herself up. “You’re right, we have no idea what this is. All I know is that I can’t get you out of my head. I’ve been thinking about you, and even dreaming about you since we first met. And I’m so thankful that you and Jordan are friends so that I get to see you. I want us to explore this.. whatever it is. I want to see where this goes, because I haven’t felt this in a long time – no… scratch that - I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before, and I want so much more.” YFN was staring at her with a vulnerable, empathetic expression, her lips partially parted. Lucy continued. “I want so much more now, I wanted so much more when I met you, and I definitely wanted so much more in that bathroom.”

YFN’s pupils dilated and she could feel herself getting excited. She squirmed in her seat and felt her cheeks redden. Lucy noticed this and felt YFN’s hands press hers down further, closer to her core as she stroked her hand a bit more nervously. She assumed that YFN didn’t know she had done this as she could see her thinking hard.

Lucy leant over to her and tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. “Tell me what you’re thinking..”

YFN sighed. “You’ve been really honest with me, and so I’ll be really honest with you. I don’t think I’ve ever been this attracted to someone in my life so I’m struggling to even think at the moment.” Lucy chuckled and felt proud of herself. “My main concern is that I don’t want Dory to be hurt or put out.”

Lucy squeezed her hand in reassurance. “She’s one of my best mates. I’ll have a chat to her in the morning, okay?”

“A gentle chat, please.” She pleaded with her blue eyes. “If she’s at all put off or uncomfortable-”

“-then I’ll let you know and we’ll go from there.” Lucy finished. “So.. let’s have a date then, shall we? Tomorrow night?”

“I’m not sure if I can spend a night with you without lust taking over.”

“What’s the problem with that? We can save the drive and have a date at my house instead. I’ll cook.” Lucy knew it was cheeky but worth a try.

Lucy watched YFN roll her eyes but genuinely stop to think about it. She squirmed again and Lucy loved it.

“What time..?”

[betweenujb]

dumb bunny

sub!nayeon x dom!jeongyeon

warnings: smut, choking, degradation kink, fingers in fun places, jeongyeon has a knife but it's strictly for cooking

“Darling, you know that grinding against my leg while I’m trying to cook isn’t the right way to ask me for something.”

Jeongyeon’s eyes never strayed from the cutting board. Her movements were swift and the way the muscles on her forearm flexed with every pass of the knife’s blade through the celery, Nayeon felt herself getting needier and needier.

It wasn’t that Nayeon inherently found cooking to be sexual. In fact, she thought it was sweet and a good way to connect with her girlfriend.

It’s just that sometimes, Jeongyeon’s hands looked particularly attractive. Her left hand gripped the silver handle of the knife and swiftly chopped. Her right, in the meantime, moved with ease so she didn’t nick a finger. It was also still slightly wet from when she rinsed all the vegetables she'd been chopping.

The wetness on Jeongyeon’s right hand sent Nayeon’s mind reeling. She imagined that hand wrapped tightly around her throat instead of the stalk of celery on the board, drawing the most beautiful noises from her.

“Bunny, did you need something?”

Nayeon was drawn out of her trance. She managed to peel her eyes away from the oddly erotic sight of her girlfriend’s hands. “Just wanted some attention…”

“I know, but you know the rules. You don’t want me to cut myself while I’m making us dinner, do you?” Jeongyeon finished with the celery and scraped it into a large pot along with minced garlic, a few chunks of butter, and diced onions.

Nayeon rested her head between Jeongyeon’s shoulder blades and mumbled out a small ‘no’. “But what if I help you so we can get the food cooking faster?”

Almost instinctively, Jeongyeon’s hand reached for the pre-washed bundle of carrots in front of the cutting board. She paused and turned to see Nayeon already eagerly smiling up at her. She chuckled and tilted Nayeon’s chin up just slightly with her thumb and index finger.

“I know you don’t really want to help me and that’s okay. If you tell me what you really want, I may consider getting this on the stove faster.” Jeongyeon’s tone was soft and gentle, the exact tone that made Nayeon’s knees buckle.

Glancing at the pot and then back up to Jeongyeon, Nayeon thought for a moment. She knew that her girlfriend had made this dish a million times over. If she really wanted to, she could be done prepping anywhere from five minutes to forty-five. With an indignant huff, Nayeon slipped her hand into Jeongyeon’s. She gave it a light squeeze before spinning her girlfriend back around to face the stove.

“I want you.”

A small smirk formed on Jeongyeon’s lips as she shook her head, continuing to work on dicing the carrots. She picked up the pace a bit despite the bratty and demanding tone in Nayeon’s voice. “And what do you want from me exactly?”

Though Jeongyeon couldn’t see Nayeon roll her eyes, she had been with the girl long enough to know that’s what she did. “You know what I want.”

For a few seconds, Jeongyeon significantly slowed down her movements. This didn’t go without notice as Nayeon whined and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s waist. “Okay okay. I want your hands.”

Jeongyeon’s smirk steadily grew. She picked up her pace again and shrugged her shoulders. Finished with the first carrot, she started on the second before she spoke again. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific, bunny. You know I can do plenty of things with my hands. I’m doing something right now, but I know that’s not what you want.”

Nayeon whined again in response to Jeongyeon’s taunting words. She toyed with the hem of Jeongyeon’s t-shirt and looked up at the back of her head. “Jeong, you know where I want your hands. Please.”

The more Nayeon begged, the slower Jeongyeon worked. It was beyond frustrating as Nayeon felt the growing wetness between her legs. Jeongyeon blatantly ignoring her pleas shouldn’t have turned her on as much as it did, but she couldn’t help it.

“Jeong. You’re being so mean t-.”

Within a blur of a few seconds, Jeongyeon slammed the knife down on the counter. She turned around and gripped Nayeon’s waist with her right hand. With her left, she brought it up to Nayeon’s slender neck. Her grip was just tight enough and her movement sudden enough that Nayeon let out a small, startled breath.

“Before you finish that sentence, do you need me to remind you who’s cooking your fucking dinner?”

Nayeon swallowed. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to ignore the wetness that was now overflowing between her thighs. “Y-yes.”

Barely getting a second to adjust to the feeling of her girlfriend’s hand wrapped around her throat, Jeongyeon easily lifted her up and sat her down on the island behind her. The cool marble against Nayeon’s bare thighs sent a shock through her as Jeongyeon moved her right hand from her hip to her wet center.

With her left hand still wrapped snugly around her girlfriend’s throat, Jeongyeon shoved her right hand into Nayeon’s panties. “Are you this fucking wet just from watching me cook, Nay?”

Nayeon barely registered Jeongyeon’s words as she felt her slender fingers pressing against her slick folds. “P-please Jeong.”

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes and tightened her grip around Nayeon’s throat, causing the girl to let out a low, throaty moan. Her hands gripped tightly to the edge of the marble countertop as Jeongyeon easily slipped two fingers into her soaked pussy.

“You’re such a fucking slut, darling.” Jeongyeon kept her tight grip around Nayeon’s throat as she drove her fingers in and out of her. “Can’t believe you got this hot and bothered just by watching me cook. Such a dumb, needy little bunny.”

Whether it was the lack of oxygen, the indescribable feeling of Jeongyeon’s fingers mercilessly pumping inside of her, or Jeongyeon's degrading words, Nayeon could barely hold back the stifled moans tumbling out of her mouth. After a few seconds, she tapped Jeongyeon’s arm to let her know she needed to breathe.

Jeongyeon loosened her grip but kept a furious pace, adding a third finger in her girlfriend’s throbbing pussy. She leaned forwards and slipped two fingers into Nayeon's open mouth, tilting her head backwards so she could suck and bite at the soft skin at her throat.

“Fuck Jeong- don’t- don’t stop.” Nayeon mumbled around her girlfriend's fingers. She closed her lips around them as her tongue worked to thoroughly coat them in her spit.

“I’m not going to stop, bunny. You’re acting like such a fucking brat that you can’t even wait five minutes for me to cook our dinner.” Jeongyeon growled against Nayeon’s neck as she thrusted her fingers at a furious pace.

“J-Jeong ‘m so clo-se.” Nayeon panted, her head thrown back as Jeongyeon’s hand untangled from her hair to wrap back around her throat. Her fingers swiftly pumped in and out of her pussy as her thumb came up to rub small circles against her swollen clit.

If it was any other time, the knot that had quickly formed in Nayeon’s belly would be embarrassing. Right now, though, she felt like she was going to burst. Her walls clenched tightly around Jeongyeon’s fingers as she bucked her hips forward, trying to chase her impending release.

Jeongyeon licked her lips as she watched her girlfriend’s flushed face contort in pleasure. She curled her fingers to ever so gently tease that spot she knew would drive Nayeon over the edge.

“Fuck! Jeong I’m c-.”

And just like that, Jeongyeon’s fingers were out of Nayeon’s pussy. Her left hand was cupping her cheek instead of around her throat, pulling her in so Jeongyeon could kiss her forehead.

“Jeong, what the fuck!”

With a smirk and a small shrug, Jeongyeon quietly turned back around to continue working on dinner. She washed her hands and happily ignored the loud whines and groans of protest coming from Nayeon who hadn’t bothered moving from the kitchen island.

“You said I was being mean, so I just wanted to prove a point.”

[hollybell51]

hii!! if requests are open, could i have a gally and reader where during dinnee she falls asleep on him?? and he has to carry her back and everyones teasing them?? maybe they spend the night tgt and the next morning they confess? Just lots of teasinf and fun and blushy gally! Thanks 💕

Teasing and fun and blushy Gally you ask for, then teasing and fun and blushy Gally you shall receive. 

If there was an ‘out’ to go to

Series masterlist, masterpost

Gally x fem!Reader

The Maze Runner (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 2474 (woah!)

Summary: literally what acupnoodle asked for. You fall asleep on Gally, he carries to bed and stays at your behest. Confessions are made. 

Content: fluff (so much fluff), teenagers being teenagers, Gally is a sweetheart, friends to lovers ig.

Notes: ok I know it’s not that great but omg I had so much fun writing this. One request down, five to go!

You were exhausted. In fact, exhausted was an understatement. You were tired to the bone and you had no idea why. It wasn’t like you’d done anything out of the ordinary, “the ordinary” wasn’t even that strenuous. Sure, hammering in garden stakes might leave you with sore arms and blistered hands, and pulling weeds was hard on your back, but the gardens were easy. Not like being a builder. Not like him. 

He was fine, laughing beside you at some (probably lame) joke from one of the other noticeably not tired boys at your little table, his shoulder bumping against yours every so often. He was always fine. Always ready with a smile and a nod to you, a large calloused hand held out like some kind of nineteenth century gentleman whenever you got up or sat down. The other boys liked to poke fun at him for how he treated you, but you adored it. 

“You alright, (Y/N)?” he was asking now, his brows furrowed slightly. With a start, you realised that your head had begun to droop forwards, and that several people were looking at you oddly. 

“Fine,” you said. Gally raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and continued to dig into the plate of rich stew and tender brown rice before him. Your mouth twitched with the hint of a smile as you felt his strong, rough fingers find and envelop your own under the table, squeezing gently. God, this boy. 

The laughter and chatter was beginning to blur into one humming, buzzing drone in your ears, the food you’d just finished heavy and warm in your stomach. Your mind swam, at ease in the warmth and comfort of the glade, Gally’s hand anchoring you. But then you were drifting, drifting…

“Oi,” said Zart, pointing with his fork at Gally’s shoulder. “Did she just fall asleep?” 

Gally turned his head carefully, glancing down at where the warmth of your body pressed against him. You were completely boneless, slumped awkwardly over his side, your hand still resting in his and your cheek mushed up against his arm. Your breathing was deep and even. Shit, you really were asleep.

“Be quiet,” he said quickly, “don’t wake her up.” He’d felt the moment your head had come to rest on his shoulder, but hadn’t let himself dwell on it aside from noting the frantic lurch his heart gave and the swarm of butterflies you’d unwittingly unleashed in his stomach. 

The other boys, idiots that they were, hooted in unison. 

“Gally the grump’s got himself a girl!” sang Ben, peering around to get a look at your sleeping face. “And a damned cute one too!” 

Gally felt his cheeks heat uncomfortably. “She’s the only girl, shuckface.” But Ben was right. You were beautiful, when the sun was glancing off the walls mid afternoon and gilding you in gold. You were pretty, when you smiled as you took his hand when he offered it to you – something he still didn’t even know the reason for. You were fascinating to watch as you worked, your fingers effortless transforming empty dirt into a veritable wellspring of food. And yeah, you were cute, when you were slumped against his side, out like a light. 

“Should we do something?” Zart frowned, still pointing his spoon at you. “She doesn’t look comfortable. And she might drool on you.” 

“Gally’d love some (Y/N) drool,” someone – luckily for them, Gally didn’t see who – called down the table. “Wouldn’t you, Gally?” 

“I said be quiet!” he whisper-shouted, glaring around. How you’d ever managed to conk out in this racket was beyond him, and how you’d managed to stay that way was even more of a mystery. 

Ben frowned, drumming his fingers on the table. “Maybe we should wake her up, tell her to go to bed.” 

“Do you wanna wake her up?” Gally almost snapped, keeping his irritation out of his voice with no small effort. “No, I’ll just carry her.” He said this mostly to himself, but realised his mistake in voicing the thought almost immediately. A massive chorus of whooping and laughter interspersed with a few whistles went up, a few boys even going so far as to bang their fists on the table. 

Gally was quick to scoop you into his arms, standing carefully and gathering your limp form against his chest. It wasn’t a far walk to the tree that overshadowed your hammock, but every step risked tripping or stumbling, which would be disastrous while carrying you. You weren’t heavy, as such – certainly nothing he couldn’t handle – but you were a dead weight. 

Finally, he reached the old sheet he’d helped you hang up as a sort of privacy screen, kicking it aside with a muttered curse when his foot got tangled in the material. The world really didn’t seem to be on his side tonight. Aside from the fact that he was holding you, of course. 

You shifted in your sleep, a half-formed syllable slipping from your lips. 

“Shh,” Gally whispered. “It’s alright, you don’t have to wake up. In fact, please don’t wake up.” God, what would you do if you saw him now? He could imagine the pink flooding over your cheeks, like it had that one time he’d thoughtlessly remarked that he loved your laugh. You hadn’t been able to meet his eyes for a full ten minutes, overcome by secret little pleased smiles whenever he caught a glimpse of your face. It’d made his heart soar, there was no other way to describe the swooping feeling inside him that still arose whenever he thought about the incident. There it was, right now. 

Gally shook his head, dispelling the memory. He wasn’t going to get caught up in the stupid sappiness you unfailingly dragged out of him, the same sappiness that drew the mocking whistles and laughter of the other boys like iron filings to a magnet. You ignored it completely, though how, Gally was at a loss. He’d toyed with the idea that you were just unaware of it, but that had to be impossible. No, you were just a good deal better at keeping your head than he was. 

Now, as he lowered you as gently as he could into the hammock, he was acutely aware of how close he was to you. You looked so small, bundled into the cocoon of well worn cotton on top of a mess of blankets – something he should have thought to move before putting you down. He let himself look at you for a moment. Your still, peaceful face; your chest rising and falling gently with every breath you took; the fine shadow your lashes cast on the delicate skin beneath your eyes. In the dim light emanating from the closest lantern, you could have come straight out of his dreams. 

But you were real, and you were going to get cold if he didn’t give you a blanket. He wriggled one carefully from under your body, spread it over you and tucked the edges into the hammock. Then, on an impulse, he bent and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. 

You stirred, a faint sigh and the tiniest hint of a smile. “Gally?” you slurred, your eyes still closed. Were you talking in your sleep? Should he respond? 

“Yeah,” he murmured after a moment’s consideration. “Just me.” 

“Mm.” You smiled again, fumbling to get your hand free. Somehow, as though by instinct, your fingers found his and you gripped his hand firmly. “Stay,” you whispered, voice thick with sleep. “Stay?” 

Gally was frozen, unable to do anything. “Yeah,” he said dumbly. “Yeah, I’ll stay.” 

“Good,” you smiled. You muttered something else, but it was lost as you turned sideways and snuggled deeper into the blanket. 

Gally stood stock still, his hand still in yours. What the hell did he do now? He couldn’t just leave, and he certainly couldn’t get in that hammock with you. The thought made something inside him twist with longing, but he had no idea if you wanted that. Sure, you were friends – close friends – but that was a step he didn’t want to take while you were asleep. No way. 

Eventually, he settled down with his back against the tree, arm resting on the side of the hammock, fingers still entwined with your own. It was far from the comfort of his own hammock some five metres away, but the sound of your breathing and the small, warm weight of your hand in his more than made up for it. 

It’s not so bad, he thought, resting his head back against the rough bark of the tree. The distant sounds of the other boys’ chatter floated through the night, mixed with the scuttling and chittering of the invisible nocturnal creatures who shared their home. It’s really not so bad. 

The harsh, dissonant grating of the Walls woke you, just like it did every morning. You opened your eyes and, just like you did every morning, allowed yourself a few seconds to stare into the canopy of the tree above. Like every morning, the pale light of daybreak was filtering gently through its leaves, landing in soft patches on the blanket covering your body. You wriggled down in the hammock, just as you did every morning, stretching your arms wide…

“Huh?” 

You jumped. Your hand had hit something. No, someone. That didn’t happen every morning. You spun, your legs tangling in the blanket, and stared. Gally was sitting against the tree, rubbing at his neck with a grimace. 

“Gally?” you asked, unsure if you were still dreaming. What the hell was he doing here?

“Hey (Y/N),” he mumbled, wincing as he turned his head from side to side. “Bloody hell, that tree sucks.” Then, seeing your confusion, he frowned. “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah,” you said slowly. “What are you doing here?” 

Gally’s cheeks flushed pink, his gaze dropping from you to the ground. You were a little grateful for that; you must have looked like shit. It was stupid, you knew that – everyone looked like shit in the Glade – but something about Gally made you care about the stupid things. How you looked, how you acted, how you sounded, how you smiled, how you laughed. He’d said he loved your laugh once, and you still couldn’t stop the smile from breaking across your face every time you thought about it. He drove you insane.

“You fell asleep at dinner,” he was saying now. “It wasn’t exactly quiet over there, and you looked tired. You were probably sleep talking or something, but you asked me to stay, and I didn’t know what to do so I just…” he trailed off, waving a hand vaguely around the hammock, you, and himself.

“Oh,” was all you could manage. You’d vaguely recalled the feeling of someone’s strong arms lifting you, a rough hand in yours, someone telling you that it was alright and that you didn’t have to wake up. And a kiss, feather light on your forehead. But that had been a dream, right? A nice dream, but a dream all the same. 

“I’m sorry,” Gally was saying now. “If I overstepped or… or anything. I can go if you want?” 

“No, don’t go,” you said quickly, then realised how clingy and desperate it sounded. “I mean, if you want to you can but I don’t mind.” You cringed at your own words, wishing you could pull them back inside you, stuff them deep down where they’d never see the light of day. “Thank you,” you said instead. “For… this.” 

Gally smiled, picking at a piece of grass near his foot, twisting it between his fingers. “Anything for you,” he mumbled, then blushed, avoiding your eyes. 

Your stomach did a flip, but you laughed it off. You swung your legs over the edge of your hammock, leaning forwards and taking his hand in both of yours. “I mean it,” you smiled. 

Gally’s eyes flicked up to meet your own, clear and serious. “So do I,” he said. 

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. You just sat there, dumbly holding his hand in yours and smiling, your heart thundering madly. He didn’t see you the way you saw him, right? He treated you differently to everyone else, he was softer and he smiled more. He never made jokes at your expense, and sure, he’d held your hand as you fell asleep on him and then carried you to bed, but he was just being nice, wasn’t he?

“Can I…” He hesitated, cleared his throat, then began again. “Can I kiss you?” 

Oh. “Kiss me?” you echoed, your mind frozen. 

“Sorry,” he said quickly, his cheeks flushing crimson. “God, sorry (Y/N) I didn’t–” 

You cut him off. “Yes.” 

“What?” 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Yes, you can kiss me. I want you to.” 

He frowned. “Are you sure?” 

You nodded again, leaning further out of your hammock towards him. He met you halfway, his lips soft against yours, and butterflies exploded into a whirling storm in your stomach. He was so gentle with you, his free hand cupping your cheek so tenderly it made you want to scream. You let your own hands find purchase on his chest, steadying yourself so as to avoid falling out of the hammock – you were definitely leaning too far forwards. 

“Woah,” you whispered when he pulled back. 

“Woah,” he repeated. His thumb stroked over your cheekbone, as strongly comforting as anything that was him was. 

“I didn’t know you thought about me,” you said. “Like that, I mean.” 

He grinned. “I do. Do you think about me? Like that?” 

You nodded, your own smile matching his. You were downright giddy, on top of the world, and nothing could ever bring you down. 

Gally stood, holding out a hand to you just like he always did. You took it, pulling yourself to your feet gingerly. But this time, where he usually would have let your fingers slip from his, he held on.

“I’d ask you out,” he said. “If there was an ‘out’ to go to.” 

You grinned. “I’d say yes. Besides, it’s the thought that counts.”  

“The thought that counts,” he agreed. 

You stood in silence for a moment, then, “I’d go ‘out’ if ‘out’ was a landfill site.” 

“I’d never take you to a landfill site,” Gally said, shaking his head adamantly. “Never.” 

“What if I liked landfill sites?” 

“Maybe then.” 

You smiled for what must have been the tenth time in the short time you’d been awake, stretching up to place a kiss on his lips. He held you close, smiling against you. Your knees practically turned to jelly. 

“We’re never going to hear the end of this, are we?” you murmured. 

“I don’t care,” he replied.

You shrugged, smiling once more. “Neither do I.”

[kyber-kisses]

Oblivious

Steve Harrington x Bestfriend!Reader

Summary: Steve finally realizes he’s fallen for his best friend. . . With a little of Dustins help

Warnings: none

A/N: this was just a little blurb I came up with when listening to Springsteen by Eric Church, I hope y’all enjoy!

“I swear dude, I’ve never seen someone pitch a ball so fast. I’m surprised it didn’t catch fire or some shit.” Steve explained, talking around the mouthful of food he still had.

“Yeah Steve, I know. You’ve told me the story several times already.” Dustin sighed, sliding down further in his seat in the food court of the mall.

“So what? It’s a good story!”

Playing with the straw from his Orange Julius, Henderson gave Steve somewhat of a tired glare. “Do you have any stories that don’t revolve around Y/N? I’ve been gone a month dude, there has to be something.”

Steve opened his mouth to respond, the gears in his head turning as he tried to remember everything that had happened over the past month. . . But each interesting story always had you involved in some aspect.

Watching as his friend opened and closed his mouth clearly trying to think, Dustin let out a groan, his head falling back as he did.

“What am I supposed to say?!” Throwing his arms intro he air, Steve leaned back in his own seat, “I’m sorry that I have a lot of fun hanging out with my best friend?”

At that, Dustin let out an amused laugh, earning a confused look from Steve.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are such an idiot.”

“Ok first of all, rude. No I am not.” Bracing his elbows on the small table, he jabbed his finger at Dustin, “and two, what the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that you are so clearly in love with Y/N!”

“Woah, hey! No I am not!” Jabbing his finger yet again in Dustins direction, Steve stood from his seat. He had to get back to work or Robin was going to beat his ass.

“Just hear me out!” Rushing to follow Steve back across the food court, Dustin slings his backpack back over his shoulders.

“No!”

“Yes!”

Steve had to stop himself from stopping into the shop as he made his way back behind the ice cream counter. “Henderson, I said shut it!”

“Not until you admit the truth!”

To this day, Steve still had no clue how he hadn’t strangled this kid by now. With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, “I’m not in love with Y/N, Dustin.”

“Guess again. So you want me to list off the reasons for you?”

“No, please don’t—“

“One,” Dustin starts, holding up his pointer finger, clearly showing he’s about to start listing reasons. “You are always talking about her.”

“So, that doesn’t me-“

“Not finished. You are constantly gushing over how amazing and cool she is. It’s like never ending. Two! People constantly think that to two of you are dating!”

“Wait, Wh-“

“Three! You are always the happiest when she’s around and you are constantly trying to make her laugh and smile and when she does you literally light up!”

“No I don-“

“I’ve literally seen your cheeks turn pink!” Dustin jabbed a finger in his direction, nearly knocking a jar off the counter. “Don’t lie!”

“Jesus dude, keep it down-“ Steve rushed, seeing that several people had turned to look at them.

“Four,” Lowering his voice, Dustin leans over the counter top. “Whenever she compliments you, you forget how to act for like a solid minute. I’ve witnessed it. And five—“ he leans in even closer, a new glint in his eyes. “You’ve thought about kissing her.”

“How the hell could you have possibly—“ Steves eyes widening in shock as he looked at the kid across from him.

“Ah-ha! I was right!” Dustin jumped, pointing yet again at Steve, “I was honestly just guessing but you just proved my point!”

Stepping back from the counter, Steve let’s his body fall back against the back wall of the ice cream shop. As he took a deep breath he let his mind walk backwards and go through all the times he had hung out with you in the past few months and how they felt different from all the years before. He hadn’t missed a single one of your softball games this summer, and he always brought you food afterwords as a small gift. He had found himself watching you more and more even if it was you doing the most mundane of things like tying your shoes. . . And now that Dustin had said it- he does remember several times where he randomly caught himself thinking about what your lips would feel like against his own.

“Holy shit.”

“Told you.”

“Holy shit!” He repeated, standing up straight once again, eyes now wide. “I gotta go!”

His body was moving before his brain was and all of a sudden he was vaulting over the cash register and running across the parlor. It wasn’t until he had reached the entrance that he suddenly stopped, shoulders dropping before awkwardly backtracking to Dustin and ignoring all the stares of the people around him.

“Ok, ok but just one little problem-“ he whispered, “I can’t do anything about it because there’s literally no ways he likes me like that. Like, if I told her she would look at me like I needed to be taken to the hospital and then our whole friendship would be thrown in a dumpster and set on fire.” He rushed, watching as Dustin gave him somewhat of a concerned look.

“Ok first of all, I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say any of that and two, you’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, so you’ve told me several times now.” Steve nodded in annoyance, “but why am I still an idiot.”

“Because clearly you’re too wrapped up in looking at her that you don’t notice how’s she’s looking at you.”

“I. . . Am not following.”

“Oh my god.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Dustin sighed yet again. “Steve practically everyone sees the way she looks at you. It’s like you hung the damn star themselves. You’re always making her smile and when you crack a joke she always laughs the loudest. She clearly likes you back dude.”

“She does?”

“Yes! Now for the love of god please stop asking me questions!”

“Ok, ok-“ Steve breathed, nodding as he began back stepping the way he had ran earlier. “Uh, tell Robin I had to go run and errand.” He lied, fishing his car keys out of the pocket of his uniform before turning and rushing full speed out of the ice cream parlor, dodging people as he did.

“Go get her Tiger!”

“I’m gonna try!”

*. *. *. *. *. *. *.

When Steve finally reached his car, the sun was beginning its decent, bathing everything around him in a golden light. It’s late June and he can already hear the crickets starting up beyond the mall parking lot.

The drive to your house feels like an eternity even though it couldn’t have been more than five miles away. He can’t help but glance at the dashboard clock every few seconds.

7:30

You should be home by practice right now, and he hopes beyond anything he didn’t show up while you were having your usual family dinner. As he past street after street he kept trying to rehearse what he was going to say, but the second he pulled up to your families house, all words left his mouth.

You were standing out on your front lawn- well not standing, more like dancing as you moved your body to the music spilling at of the radio sitting on your front porch. A pair of discount shades were perched on your somewhat sunburned nose as you threw your head back and forth to the beat of the music. You were wearing a simple plain white t-shirt and a pair of cut off jeans, a pair of discarded flip flops lay a few feet away in the grass.

You seemed so carefree and happy.

Between the setting sun giving you a golden outline and the smile on your face- you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

After a few seconds, his body decides to finally move, his eyes never leaving you as he slid out of his car. At the sound of him slamming the car door shut, you finally look up, pausing your yard party as you lift your sunglasses above your eyes, squinting at him as he walks across your lawn.

“Stevie? I thought you worked until 8 all week?”

“Uh yeah,” letting out a shaky breath, he runs a shaky hand through his hair, “Robin said she could finish up and let me dip out early.”

“Oh did she now?” You weren’t buying it. You knew Robin, like hell she’d be fine with closing up alone.

“Yep, crazy I know.”

“Well what are you doing here? We don’t usual hang out on Tuesday nights since I have practice and you have work.” You explained, closing more of the distance between the two do you as you let your bare feet lead you across the freshly cut grass.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Oooh?” You quirked an eyebrow, a playful tone in your voice, “are you professed your undying love for me?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“. . . What?” Your voice getting suddenly very quiet.

“I’m in love with you.” He spoke quietly, almost as if he was trying to match your own soft voice.

“Steve-“

“I am.” His eyes never left yours as he stepped closer, “and I’m not gonna deny it because one, it’s true. And two. . . Dustin might actually murder me.”

“Wait what has Dustin got to do with this?”

“He Uh,he kinda helped me realize my feelings for you.” Letting out a breath he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ah gotcha.” You smiled again, amused by the information. Of course it was Dustin that had knocked the sense into him. Letting out an awkward hum Steve rocked back on his heels, hands shoved deep inside the pockets of his vest in hopes of hiding his shaking hands. He had never been nervous around you.

Ever.

“Can I tell you a secret Steve Harrington?” You suddenly whispered, stepping even closer to the point where your chests practically bumped against eachother.

“Yeah, I’m pretty good at keeping secrets I guess.” He shrugged, slightly forgetting how to breath with how close you were.

“I’m in love with you too.” And with that you closed the remaining distance between the two of you and softly kissed your best friend Steve Harrington square on the lips. Time seemed to stop as Steve felt your lips distinctly on his, and then he was pulling you closer, eyes fluttering shut.

This is Y/N He thought, this is Y/N- oh my god.

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SHELTER — E.BUCKLEY | sept. prompts !

A/N: okay I failed myself in saying I wouldn’t fall victim to being in love with Buck…sorry Eddie. I also did say I was going to write for Eddie too in my other sept. prompt but when you do dives on tiktok they always provide the tea/controversy so idk rn lol maybe,,,maybe not! if you catch my drift—it’s giving thee ick. Anyways here’s some fluff! I’ve been binge-watching the show for awhile now ( I occasionally watched it from time to time when it was live on tv) from the beginning and I’m currently half way through season five and don’t want to get to season six just yet since who knows when the next season will be. I’m looking at you companies who feel like it’s okay to take advantage of people :) 🖕🏾

Prompts are from here + I’m using: 22.) Misty morning at the beach + 23.) Cold night cuddles + 29.) Rain storm

WARNINGS: mentions of mental health + hints of SAD, mentions of cults, mentions of death, slight language, protectiveness + fluff.

*GIF AND PHOTO DO NOT BELONG TO ME!

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there was something about September’s that never sat right with Amaryllis, “Lissy.” It always brought nothing but gloom along with dread to her entire being and perhaps it had to do with her upbringing (was it the fact that her father was also born in September?) that set the chemicals off in her brain; even if she didn’t intentionally think about it. It always happened around this time but Lissy knew what it was physically but learned to push it away especially when the disappearance of Maddie came to surface.

And when she returned to Buck’s place spotting the purple bruise that took up a good portion of his eye, she also stuffed this dull feeling further away although it almost always still lingered no matter how much she shooed it away. When she witnessed the harm done to Buck, her instinct was to immediately go after the person who gave that to Buck. Her gut feeling was telling her that this didn’t come from work, of course it could have (being a old fire fighter herself) if things went left on the job but Lissy’s seen enough wounds in her life to know this was blunt force inflicted by someone else.

Her fiancé couldn’t lie for anything, trying his best to dodge her brown eyes and move around the house but once someone brought anguish to her man, a fire bubbled in her chest. She was always ready to protect despite knowing Buck’s impulsive behavior, she was already pointing the finger at someone else. Until she learned it came from Chimney, which made her stand frozen at the top of the steps that led to Buck’s bedroom.

“I’m sorry, who?” Lissy had her eyes in slits, making sure what she heard was right.

Buck peered down at his folded hands as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, “It was Chimney, okay? He found out that I knew more than he did about Maddie and he didn’t take it so well.”

“…I understand being frustrated but taking it out on you is not okay.”

Buck held his head down as he whispered, “Maybe I should have been more vocal about what Maddie was going through…then maybe just maybe my sister would be here right now.”

Lissy bit down on her bottom lip harshly. She also knew about Maddie’s mishap with Jee-Yun when Buck told her one night—just venting and she didn’t say anything to Chimney either, her concern was also just trying to talk to Maddie and check in with her but unfortunately that was not enough. If Chimney knew this would he have taken his anger out on Lissy too? Regardless Lissy was the type of person to always have her guard up with a smile yet she was also good friends with Chimney, he was a great friend but she wouldn’t lie and say she also wasn’t pissed with him right now.

She was just itching to call him up or pull up on him to give him a piece of her mind too. Lissy knew what mountains of pain can do to you and sometimes you don’t react the way that you should, which is why she tried her best to swallow her anger so that she could comfort the man she gets to call her husband some day.

“We don’t know that,” Lissy starts as she steps to Buck to grip his warm face, “because Maddie is going through a dark space and she wants to figure it out on her own, without us, when she doesn’t have to but felt like that was her best option for her and Jee. Sure we absolutely could have mentioned it to Chimney but Maddie is always going to seek help the best way she knows how. That’s just how she is, we know that and it’s not any of our faults or her’s. Life is hard sometimes…even harder when your head is against you opposed to your heart…and I’ll forever stand by the fact that you did not deserve what Howard did. You hear me?”

Buck wouldn’t meet Lissy’s ink colored eyes but she fought to catch his and when his fresh spring rain colored ones met her’s, he held her stare. Her eyes swam with so much determination and care, although he didn’t necessarily believe or agree with what the woman with the simmering auburn hair was saying to him in this moment, he felt how sincere her words were.

She was always going to be by his side, much like his big sister was, even if it was at a distance for a split time.

Maddie’s time.

“I love you Liss,” Buck croaked out, his hands sliding over her hips to lock around the small of her back before pressing his cheek into her stomach.

Her hands cradled the back of his shoulders and the other pressed to the back of his head. She leans down to place a kiss to the top of his deep brown hair, “And I love you back.”

A trip to the east coast was a drastic change in weather and scenery. Buck was originally from the east coast so this felt familiar while Lissy’s roots were in South Carolina. She came up with the idea to go on this trip to just get away from everything, even if it was only for a weekend. Buck was reluctant to go on his trip since he felt like maybe he should be out there with Chimney and his niece searching for Maddie, if he picked up his damn phone that is! Chimney did however when Lissy called him the next night while Buck was in the shower. Although in Buck’s perspective, he just wanted to know where Maddie is and if she was safe. If she left without him or Chimney, then there was a reason for that. That was something he understood although Chimney did not.

“Hello, Amaryllis.” Chimney greeted dryly as he decided to answer that night.

No one’s ever simply called Lissy by her government really—unless you were her wicked deceased father, everyone had nicknames in the 118 family but they both knew this conversation would be serious. Chimney kept the phone ringing for what seemed like forever and Lissy was also prepared to leave a voicemail if needed.

Lissy scoffed, “huh. Howard. so glad you know how to pick up a phone. I have something very simple to tell you so I’ll keep this brief. Don’t you ever put your hands on Buck like that again, or we’re definitely going to have some problems and I don’t want to have a problem with you brother-in-law.”

“Oh, Is that so?”

“That’s what I said, yeah.”

“Imagine if Maddie did what Buck did, how exactly would you feel?”

“I wouldn’t put my hands on another abused woman that’s for damn sure.”

Chimney’s quiet then, “no you probably wouldn’t…but I’m not ready to forgive Buck so tell him to stop trying to reach out and you can also cut the shit with your threats.”

Chimney knows Lissy’s backstory and how much that screwed her brain up, considering they had to pull her in on a case that had to do with cults once in the outskirts of the city.

She had to get into the mind of a cult-leader much like her own father was. That was what really pushed her to seek out help again (the years of dealing with child psychologists would forever be embedded into her brain) and it really wasn’t that long ago that Lissy stopped. After all, maybe she understood Maddie more than she was letting on, although it was different with Maddie being a mother and Lissy handling childhood trauma, she was still the most empathic; which commonly threw others for a loop majority of the time. However Chimney’s anger was blinding everything and he couldn’t be reasonable right now.

Lissy states, “As long as I make myself clear.”

“Well let me make this clear to you, Maddie is the mother of my child, I love her and she deserves to be here with us. She deserves to know that she’s not a terrible person or mother although I’m ticked with her too but Jee-Yun deserves a mother in her life! I can’t just sit on my ass like Buck and let her figure this all out on her own. what kind of man would I be if I wasn’t by her side?”

Lissy talks with experience,“I get that Chimney and we love her too, never stopped. Maddie practically raised Buck so why would you think for one second that he would ever stop loving her? because he chose a different route than you would? He’s her brother. I get that you want to be there but not everyone heals the best or copes well when their loved ones are hovering, especially if they’re afraid to hurt them again.”

“Maddie never hurt anyone! Don’t you get it?!”

More than he would ever know.

“She doesn’t see it that way.”

Chimney snaps, “You seem to have the answers for everything don’t you Amaryllis? do you know where Maddie’s run off to huh? Are you also keeping secrets like your shit stain of a fiancé?”

“I’m telling you to watch how you talk about him,” Lissy deeply exhales her warning as her fingernails dig into the palm of her hand, while she stands at the island counter before carrying on with her phone pressed to her ear, “Buck is still your chosen family and you love him too despite the anger you’re throwing around. I hope you get through that at some point, Howard. Best of luck to you, give Jee my love.”

Her calm demeanor irritated Chimney so he finalizes, “I won’t, so save it.”

And with that the line goes dead.

When she’s off the phone, she’s pinching at the space in between her brows and jumps a bit as she feels hands circle around her waist. She smells Buck’s body wash of Cedarwood, Vetiver, tangerine, and Oud before he presses his chin into her shoulder.

“Everything okay?” he quietly asks, his voice almost soothing that feeling that wants to seep upwards to her brain again.

A small smile stretches onto her full lips as she rests a hand right on top of Buck’s locked ones that are wrapped around her waist, “it will be, baby. What do you think about heading out to Hampton Beach this weekend?”

“Like? New Hampshire?” Buck questions, a slight furrow appearing against his brows, “Not that I wouldn’t love a baecay with you but is now really the best time for that?”

Lissy snorts at the nickname for vacation which lets her know he’s been watching some vlogs again and says, “everyone needs a get away once in awhile. We can discuss it more over dinner…so what are we feeling tonight? Anything except Thai, my stomach needs a break, Ev.”

He raises his hands in surrender as Lissy turns to face him. His eyes scan over her face, noticing the bags on her pretty freckled face that slowly became more prominent. She still looked stunning to him in any state and when she sent him a sweet smile that usually seemed to reach her eyes, he couldn’t tell her no.

“How about Venezuelan?” It was one of her favorites and Buck knew how to compromise in this loving relationship, “and that trip? I’ll really think about it.”

He couldn’t promise but since his mind was always running, he knew he would anyway.

With some persuasion from mainly Bobby and everyone else, that’s how Buck and Lissy were on a flight to “The Switzerland of America!”

Lissy’s not sure how long she’s been awake in the bed post, laying beside Buck, head resting on her tucked hands as she stares out towards the curtain covered window. The hotel was surely giving bed and breakfast with its colonial style and old like furniture but felt charming nonetheless. That’s until the creaking sounded with each movement, more so than at night that had her questioning if there were ghosts watching them sleep which happened to be much louder than Buck’s snoring apparently.

The auburn haired woman completely forgot to put a nose strip on him when they got here while he shuffled around in the bed like he commonly did but after the afternoon flight, they rushed up to their room, shared a shower and went downstairs to the tavern in the late afternoon a little before it closed at five for: one glass of Riesling and a bottle of Heineken for Buck, a cup of chowder on the side that Buck raved about, whereas Lissy personally thought it was bland and steak tips for himself, while Lissy went for the linguini tossed with herb roasted vegetables, which of course Buck teased her for.

“You’re not getting any of my beef, those veggies are not gonna feel you up, babe.” Buck laughed as he stabbed his fork into the steak.

Which wasn’t necessarily true since he had no issue sharing a spoon full of chowder about ten minutes ago before their main dishes came out.

Lissy hummed, disagreeing since she was definitely a pasta loving woman and got filled off carbs pretty quick but decided to taunt the man as she said, “I’ve already had my share earlier in the shower don’t you remember? I think I’ll be just fine.”

Buck stopped chewing to meet Lissy’s wink and had a few flashbacks of what was supposed to be a innocent shower turned not so innocent, “Behave.”

Now it was Saturday morning and she was awake before Buck. Lately she’s been waking up pretty early although she mainly worked the night time shift as a medical examiner, which Buck hated if she stayed over at his place. They hardly got the chance to spend nights together with their hectic schedules. Trust this wasn’t always Lissy’s desired path of careers but ultimately it probably made the most sense. With Lissy’s draining violent and psychological upbringing, she thought she would never see the light of day until she got away from the farm and was placed into an orphanage and then a helpful foster home that ended up wanting to adopt her.

She learned so much throughout her twenty-eight years of life and wanted to provide some sort of comfort to those who have passed on along with those that lost them. She wasn’t able to do that for her own mother who died not long after the birth of her baby sister, granted she was only six but she had to witness it. At least with death on the farm where the cult her father led, they gave each a proper send off.

That always stuck with Amaryllis no matter how twisted it may seem to outsiders.

“What are we doing today?” Buck says with sleep still deep in his tone, pressing his nose into Lissy’ shoulder, breathing her in, as he curls up against her.

It’s seven-nineteen in the morning.

Lissy blinks, “let’s go to the beach.”

“To get our early morning work out in? We didn’t get to go on our walk last night, so hell yeah, let’s go!”

Buck is full of cheers but Lissy let’s out a small laugh.

“I didn’t say all that. We’re on vacation! Who wants to work out on vacation?”

Gym rats, that’s who! Buck was 75% there.

“I’m gonna have alcohol poisoning by how many times you say ‘vacation’ on this trip aren’t I?”

“Oh, Shut up, Ev.”

Buck got used to Lissy appreciating the little things and yeah he found it enduring. Although he initially thought of someplace better than New Hampshire, he still planned on taking her all over the world since she never had that experience. Buck wanted to try his damn hardest to give Lissy the world.

Once upon a time, Lissy had a sheltered life, it was what she was used to and Buck was rebellious and always strived to do what someone told him not to do. They might have not liked it but at least he was able to say he fucking did it no matter the outcome.

Take that how you will.

And he found something special in the woman that lay before him. He wanted to share and see the world with her because there was no one else he wanted or imagined that more with. She made him happy and feel truly understood, always ready to listen to his side first, to be adventurous, and open to loving all that he is. In a way sure she made him nervous at times, since he’s never felt like he could be so raw in relationships before but he didn’t have to question when it came to her.

He guess it was true when they say you know you found the one the day you peer into their eyes long enough.

He’s chuckling before he presses a kiss to her clothed shoulder underneath the sheets, turning over his shoulder to reach for his phone to peer at the time since the alarm clock was turned on a odd angle on Lissy’s side of the bed.

“Eh, I’d rather lay here a little longer first. Let’s get up around seven-thirty or seven-forty five, huh?”

They were both early birds.

“Sure,” Lissy shrugs as Buck gets comfortable throwing his arm over her comforter covered body.

His touch was all she needed to close her eyes.

It was eight fifty when they settled onto the beach which was eight minutes away by car. The plaid blanket Lissy had spread out for them on the sand was just enough as they sat shoulder to shoulder, eyes out on the pale blue-gray waves that spun around on this Misty morning on the beach. Buck had his cup of flat white coffee, which he had to switch with Lissy since his iced coffee was too cold for him now on this sixty-five degree beach. He didn’t even care for coffee like that but he really got accustomed to it once he became a firefighter and it kept him wide-awake during over-time shifts.

“You know? this flat white isn’t too bad. It’s not what you always get right?”

Lissy’s nose crinkles a bit in humor as she sips at the cold iced mocha, which was a little too sweet for her liking but she masked it well, “I asked for extra milk and two sugars just in case.”

“So you knew—wow.” Buck stuck his tongue into his cheek, “You really do love me.”

“Yeah I do and don’t you forget it,” Lissy playfully pointed at the blond who slipped a hand around her back to rub as she leaned into him so he could kiss her temple and provide some warmth back.

And they sunk into each other as they watched the ocean come alive. Normally Buck didn’t mind the ocean but after with what happened with Christopher…the thought of the big body of water did give him a bit of anxiety until therapy gave him some peace. It also helped that he always had the love of his life to steer his mind away from the worries of life…for a little while at least.

The beach was serene and there werent too many people around that lingered yards away; Buck was sure that would be a complete contrast as the town rose to the day despite the gloom the skies brought.

Buck mumbled against Lissy’s hair, “Will you still say the same when I kick your butt at the arcade when it opens later?”

“Thats debatable.”

“I knew it,” Buck shared a laugh with the freckled face woman.

The couple later ventured off to another restaurant on the boardwalk for lunch around eleven thirty, eating lightly since their bellies were slightly full from the coffee before trailing down the boardwalk hand in hand. From souvenir shops where they got dorky but cute matching lounge shirts, to candy stores where Buck had a field day and wanted to take some home for Christopher since he was sure he would eat his share before they boarded the plane on Sunday afternoon, to finally stopping at a jewelry shop where Lissy went crazy buying all sorts of crystals that Buck still had no idea what they even mean. She even bought him a little glass turtle necklace that he just had to proudly wear around for the rest of the evening.

They ended up at the arcade by five pm and it was basically all fun between the two. Of course both wanted to win and it was close but the last game…Lissy had Buck in the end.

Literally and figuratively.

Buck sighs, “Alright fine, what do you want?”

“Kiss my ring first.”

“Oh this ring? The 1.5ct 18k opal stone with Moissanite accents? I don’t think your partner would like that very much.” He’s holding onto her fingers with pride and a smirk.

“Who’s to say he’s the one who gave it to me? Perhaps I’ve made this purchase all on my own, Mr.! Loving yourself first is the true key to finding love in someone else.”

“Well that’s true and I can’t be mad at that…but just curious, did you find that somebody?”

Lissy grins up at Buck as she locks her arms over his shoulders and Buck keeps his hands playfully raised, “I sure did, sugar. I’m looking right at him.”

And Buck seals her words with a kiss, guiding her right by the chin so their lips could meet. Buck can feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose as they held each other in place, before they slowly moved their lips together in sync. His rosy lips were always so soft against her full and sweet ones and Lissy never got tired of kissing Buck. He always held her with so much tenderness and any day in his arms felt like a vacation to her.

When they broke apart, forehead to forehead, her round eyes flicked up to Buck’s awaiting spring floating into summer eyes, “I want the stuffed lobster.”

Buck snorted as he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling a bit, “yeah, of course you do. C’mon then.”

She bounced on her toes, letting her hands slide down from his chest just for him to grip her hand once more, leading her to the counter to claim her gift.

They’re back on the boardwalk with Buck snapping solo pictures of Lissy modeling at ease (along with off guard ones) with the vibrant red lobster and people moving about. It’s around seven with the sky slowly shifting to navy and the puff of clouds remaining gray; the air is still steamy but breezy and the married couple to be realizes their time on the illuminated boardwalk will be cut short as a single raindrop falls to the center of Lissy’s parted hair.

“Hey,” Lissy peeks up at the sky then, while Buck is getting his poses out in the mirror outside with a bucket hat and shades on.

Buck is asking Eddie on FaceTime, “How do I look man?”

“Like an assclown.” Lissy hears as she looks around the boardwalk, noticing that people began to take cover into the nearby stores.

Lissy takes that as a sign and starts, “Ev…”

Just as the rain begins pelting hard against the wooden walkway, giving the indication that it would definitely hurt if they decided to run through it.

“Liss?” Buck calls out as he watches her balance the stuffed lobster in between her thighs then gathered her blown out hair up into claw clip after quickly tying it into a ponytail, “Eddie it’s down pouring. I’ll call you later!”

She steps back into the hard rain, a single arm spread out in her copper sweater, while the other holds her lobster, russet dress underneath twirling a bit with a spin she does, a wide smile spreading out onto her lips as she calls out over the loud water, “let’s go!”

He calls back, “Where to?”

“Anywhere!” She laughs and Buck can’t help but to shake his head as he tosses the hat back on the hook then places the shades onto the near by table.

He runs out to her then, interlacing his soft but strong hand into her own, water saturating both of their faces harshly and he dips his head at Liss before they take off together into the rain storm full of laughter and full of love.

Buck and Lissy couldn’t tell you how long they sat in the rental car but it wasn’t nearly as long as they ran in the rain together. He questioned if it would be weird ordering some delivery service for dinner to arrive at the hotel that had a tavern downstairs but Lissy simply shrugged her shoulders as her drying hair became bigger in its natural state.

Buck left briefly to sit in front of the fireplace outside of the tavern in the lobby which reminded him of his stuffy grandparents living room, waiting on their dinner after yet another lengthy shower. Everything seemed to be more in slow motion, like time was infinite for them both. When their dinner arrived, Buck wasted no time getting back to their charming bedroom to see Lissy sitting cross legged on the bed, still in a robe eating a mud pie that looked real familiar on the menu last night.

“No way are you eating that without me.” Buck comments as he places the bag onto the desk nearby.

Lissy covers her mouth as she tries to chew through the heaviness, “surprise! I’ll share.”

“How nice of you,” Buck laughs as he begins taking the containers of food out just for Lissy to appear behind him holding the dessert up to his lips with a fork.

Buck sighs in contentment, opening his eyes back to see Lissy nodding at him in agreement, “That has no business being that freaking good…you think we can have that as the wedding cake?

Lissy’s chest swells just thinking about the day, although they haven’t set a date yet and Buck talks about the wedding more than she does lately, it still brings her immense joy that someone like Buck would want to do life with her. He was patient and she learned all about his past relationships, which were way more than her’s—which she didn’t judge him for by any means but sometimes she still had to pinch herself to see if this was all real.

“It’s certainly a option, baby.” She runs her fingers over his stubble.

Together they sit back against the bed, Lissy in between Buck’s legs as they eat out of their containers of food, Lissy holding her own in her lap while Buck’s is off to the side of his, the brick wall behind the post bed makes the room chiller but being in each other’s space was all the shelter they need.

Lissy finds herself turning over her shoulder to look at Buck as he’s stuffing his face. When he feels her dark eyes burning into him, he flicks his gaze away from his meal, cheeks full as he sends a boyish laugh her way with a lift of his chin.

“Stop looking at me Mrs. Buck and eat your food.” He says, holding her stare as a single hand gets lost in her much thicker auburn hair.

Lissy laughs, “only if we can have a late night cuddle?”

“Is that not what we’re doing?” Buck asks, sliding his hand to rest back on her thigh.

Lissy shrugs as she faces her meal again, “I’m actually kinda cold.”

“What? Not my woman who likes to keep the thermostat on Antarctica. Wait…are you wearing anything under there?” Buck slides his hand up her torso first but she slaps his hand from lifting the opening of the robe.

She wags her finger in front of Buck’s eyes repeating, “Not uh, eat your food.”

Buck rolls his head around with a groan, “well how am I supposed to eat this if I’m curious now?”

“Just look at Brutus over there.” She points at the stuffed lobster that sits in the desk chair.

Buck pursed his lips after a moment, “My god that thing is ugly.”

“Don’t talk about our son like that!”

“Our what?” Buck side eyed Lissy who fought back a laugh.

“He has feelings.”

“Babe, I don’t know if you know this but that’s a stuffed animal and it doesn’t have emotions.”

“That’s the problem with men, y’all don’t know how to be in touch with your feelings.”

“Now wait a minute,” Buck frowns, “Karen or was it May? Somebody! did tell me I’m a cancer moon or something like that. I think I’m very much in touch with my feelings.”

“Hmm, I’m still in disbelief and think you’re more on the Gemini-Cancer cusp.”

Buck blinks, “yeah…whatever that means but it feels offensive so I think we’re ready for bed now.”

“I didn’t finish my nachos,” Lissy whines as Buck is closing up their containers and moving them elsewhere.

Buck shrugs as he leans back against the pillows still sitting up somewhat and pulls Lissy to rest against his chest, “Too bad. It’s my turn to hold you tonight, you did say you were cold and I don’t want you getting sick.”

Lissy huffs as she nestled her cheek into his chest, “…I won’t complain.”

“I know you won’t,” Buck laughs as he squeezes her shoulder and let’s his other hand rest on her hip.

She leans a kiss on his neck and before she can close her eyes for the night, she spies the light box on his side of the bed. She fears that feeling will come back and settle in like dry cement once they’re both back in Los Angeles but for tonight, she revels in the safety of Buck’s arms.

˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾

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[maybeitsalivescribbles]

TTD - True Evil 4/4

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“Do you understand?”

The Not-Earbuds were taken off with shaking hands. Superhero grabbed Hero’s wrists so tight the latter let out a muffled scream of protestation.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

The man looked at their grimace of pain and slowly eased their grip, their eyes intense.

“I worry about you, Hero. You seem to think that villains are nice people if only you gave them a hug. Powers are a curse. Or you can shoulder them and become a hero, or you embrace them and you end in the wrong side. That’s all there is.”

“I-”

“I know it’s hard for you to understand, it’s different for you. You have a blessing, not powers. But you have to, or the reality will catch up to you. Like me, you’ll be responsible for a death.”

“Sir, you were not responsible for any of that.”

Hero’s wrists were released at once. It was the Superhero’s turn to recoil, a wide-eyed expression on his face:

“How – How can you say that? If I'd been a little quicker, I could have caught her. If I’d never approached the monster, she might have been safe.”

His fist clenched:

“If I’d killed them, they’d never have made victims then or after.”

Hero swallowed hard:

“Sir, I’m sorry for what happened to you. Truly.”

“Save your pity for people who deserve it. I want your efficacy. Can you promise me to do your job better than you've done until now?”

“I’ll try, sir. I’ll really try.”

Two pale red eyes followed them as they left the office. It didn’t scare Hero as much as before.

*

Villain’s room was still locked when they came back. Hero knocked, but didn’t try to enter. They let their back glide along it, landing on the floor, and slipped their hand under the door. After a while, they felt fingers encircling theirs. They looked at the ceiling, their eyes gazing at a small crack in all this white.

“When I was five-year-old”, they said, “my moms told me I could put my shoes on my own. It was really hard, you know. I had two pairs, so I had to make a choice, and it killed me. I knew that no matter what I’d do, there was going to be poor little shoes under my bed in the dark all day long. My moms found me in tears the next week. They had to buy a chest to make a shoe house, and a third pair so they could have fun with each other during the day.”

“That was very prejudiced of your child self. Like your shoes would rather work all day long than spending time on their own. Like darkness was a curse.”

“I was five-year-old, buddy. I didn’t think. That’s my point, actually.”

“I didn’t realize you had one.”

“I was devastated because of shoes. I can’t even imagine how it was for you, when you saw someone die.”

Hero heard a gasp from the other side of the door, but they grabbed the hand that tried to get away from them.

“My boss told me what happened. I don’t think you’ve killed anybody.”

“These sentences don’t go together. Do not even try to tell me he changed his mind.”

“He didn’t. He’s traumatized. But I’m the one who lives with you. Even if I didn’t know any fact, I know that the person who hugs me every morning before I’m going to work and who harassed me to call a doctor when I was sick would never kill someone on purpose. Of course it was an accident. It wasn't premeditated at all.”

“It is quite a shot in the dark for someone so terrified of it.”

“I was five. I got better.”

“How naive. Just because someone pretends to bear with you doesn’t mean they’re unable to murder anyone.”

Hero squeezed their roommate’s hand.

“But I’m right,” they whispered. “I’m sure I’m right.”

Villain struggled to get free and this time, they let go. After a few minutes, the lock clicked. Hero moved back from the door, staring as it opened. Villain looked at them back. For once, their shadow didn’t cover their head altogether, leaving two pale green eyes in sight, coldly glaring.

“I didn’t even see her run into traffic,” they simply said. “There were ants in the tree. I was too busy to fight with the little creatures eager to invade my very own personal space.”

Hero jumped on their feet:

“I knew it!”

“You seem suspiciously relieved for someone who pretended to be certain.”

“Hmm - it’s the ants. Everybody hates ants.”

“You are such a dreadful liar.”

Nevertheless, Villain grumpily accepted the hug.

*

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[maislovebot]

Top 10 bsd characters oral scenarios: Francis Scott-Key

Welcome to the chapter of my 4th fav Fitzy:3

Contains: afab reader, no pronouns, fuck me till I forget trope, overstim, they’re married and have a kid, silly, reader is 30-35, some au where reader takes Zelda’s place and their daughter isn’t dead but he’s somehow still attacking the ADA??, idk just imagine he goes against them for a different but still noble reason, domestic, vaginal fingering, praise kink, come eating, overstim, p in v at the end, service top Francis

Everything seemed to be going wrong lately. Your beloved daughter was struggling with her school work, even though Francis had hired the best tutors available. You didn’t mind helping her with her homework, in fact you enjoyed the bonding time, but it was like talking to a wall a majority of the time.

Let’s not even get started on work. While the Guild wasn’t technically your group, you were practically the co-leader, as to be expected of Francis’ wife. Some members were beginning to show some hostility towards Francis, especially one specific farm boy, and it was getting tiring. You knew he wouldn’t ever actually harm Francis, as he was the man in charge of his payroll, but it was still exhausting.

Technically speaking, Francis is powerful enough to just punch John's lights out if he ever became too much of a threat, but you knew Francis couldn’t do that. As vain as he may seem, he is fiercely loyal to any and all members of the Guild, even Lucy who got kicked out some time ago. She was no longer a member, but she was still receiving many of the benefits, along with a new payroll from some coffee shop near the Armed Detective Agency’s office. And if worse comes to worse, she would still be allowed back with open arms if anything were to get too difficult for her, or if she was dealing with an ongoing threat.

Pretty much, she was still a member, but she wasn’t doing any of the dirty work anymore. Francis claimed he simply couldn’t bear to let her go out there all alone, which you understood. Lucy was a delight after all. She was polite, and honestly quite fun to be around. If you were younger, you could see yourself being genuine friends with her. You agreed to continue giving Lucy a payroll, under the condition that if she ever betrayed the Guild, all those remaining assets would be cut off.

To sum it up, things weren’t going very smoothly at the moment. You knew this would all pass once everything with the Armed Detective Agency passed, but as of right now..

You were stressed. Very stressed.

You haven't confided in Francis with your feelings, as you could tell he already had a lot on his plate. If you were stressed, you can’t even fathom how nervous he must be right now. The succession of this mission will result in either prosperity, or the end of the Guild as a whole if he doesn’t play his cards right.

Even among all this stress, Francis still managed to make time for you and your daughter to eat dinner every night at the luxurious dinner table.

“Francis, I’m sorry I didn’t make dinner tonight, I’m incredibly tired. At least the chef is available.” You apologized, as you normally make dinner, even if you don’t need to. He has over thirty-five chefs working under him, it’s a nice hobby though, so you make dinner. Francis says that even if it’s not professional grade, it has a home-esque feeling no other chef has been able to replicate.

“Don’t apologize, dear. Everyone needs a break sometimes.”

Francis brought his hand to your knee, and rubbed circles along it. His hand trailed up a little, just enough to tease, but he quickly pulled away as your daughter bursted through the door, presumably finished with her tutoring.

“Hey, sweetie. Have you finished your homework?”

She nodded boldly.

“Alright..tell me three things you learned. You’re studying ecosystems, correct?”

“Mhm!” She nodded again.

You gave her a look she knew all too well.

“Alright, well then, tell me three things you learned.”

Francis looked at you knowingly, knowing all too well she was having problems processing the information given to her.

“Uhhh..I learned about..precipitation?”

“Wasn’t that last unit?” You chuckled.

She looked to the floor, defeated.

Well, that’s a dead topic.

“Alright. I’ll quiz you again tomorrow, but you better remember something in that big head of yours!” You knocked her head gently and she frowned.

“Alright, I’ll try, I promise!”

As much of a face as you were putting on, you were beyond stressed. You were worried about her test scores. Even if she was only in fifth grade, she is going to a private school. Grades work differently there. Anything below a B- and you legally have to retake the class. What’s even the point of all the other grades, then? you wonder. Private school nonsense, is the answer you come to.

Just as you were about to let out an accidental sigh, you were cut off by the chef walking in with a large tray with dinner on it, along with a dessert (mainly for you and your daughter, as Francis preferred simplicities like tea). Francis, however, noticed your cut off sigh, and raised an eyebrow at you, unbeknownst to you. He decided to put it aside for now, and he looked at the plate of food in front of him, along with the cup of tea that was brought to him while he wasn’t looking.

“This looks good!” Francis looked at your daughter and pet her almost like a dog before grabbing her cheek gently, making her frown.

“Right, doll?” Francis questioned your daughter, obviously teasing her.

“Dad!” She yelled out, “I’m not a little kid anymore! I’m ten!”

He raised his hands in the air.

“Alright, alright. It does look good though right?”

She nodded furiously, before grabbing her fork and digging in enthusiastically. You and Francis chuckled, and when you made eye contact, he made a knowing look to you, before you two were cut off.

Your daughter swallowed her bite of food, holding her pointer finger in the air.

“Yum! Alright, so my friends want to sleepover at their house tonight, if that’s okay with you two.”

You looked at her quizzically.

“Which friends?”

“The two sisters.”

Ah, they were good kids. It was only five pm, and she did have her homework done, even if she didn’t remember any of it. It was also a weekend.

And of course, there was Francis. Considering the looks he was giving you, you could tell he wanted something out of you, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to find out what. You were even rubbing your thighs together once he had teased you earlier.

“Alright. You can. But you have to promise you’ll study at their house.”

Once you agreed, Francis smiled and placed his hand on your knee again, although it was rather innocent this time.

“Yes! I’ll call and let them know!” She ran off to her bedroom, before remembering one vital detail.

“Mom.. can I use your phone to call them?”

And now you and Francis were home alone, the only other company being the housekeepers packing up to return home for the day, and they’d be gone any minute.

You and Francis were going steady, with you straddling atop of him and kissing him deeply, ruffling his well kept hair with your hands. Although it was fairly innocent right now, you couldn’t ignore the strain you could feel against your crotch as you straddled him. Just as he couldn’t ignore how you were grinding up against his erection with each passing moment.

“Please, Francis.” You pulled away from his lips.

“Please what?” He teased.

“Please give me more.”

Francis nodded, and began to fondle your chest, rubbing circles along your nipples, pushing you over so you were now on your back with him above you. He trailed his hand down till he was prodding at your underwear, pulling it aside. You were only in your bra and panties now, and he was only in his button up shirt and boxers. So it wasn’t exactly difficult.

He pushed his middle finger inside your cunt, and he quickly moved his finger up to curl against your g-spot. When he dragged his fingers you trembled slightly and whined, making Francis chuckle.

“Looks like you needed this.”

Francis added another finger and thrusted inside faster, feeling you tighten around him. He smiled at your reactions, and kissed your forehead.

“You look stunning like this.”

He added another finger, and curled his fingers up to your g-spot harsher, and as he fucked you on the majority of his hand. Your eyes rolled back from all the intense feelings and you gripped the bedsheets. You gripped his wrist to keep him in place, aware of how much of a tease he could be at times. Francis chuckled, his voice riveting and vibrating against your skin. You couldn’t hold on anymore, and you let go of his wrist.

“Ah, close—I’m close..”

Francis sped up his movement, using his thumb to press your clit and rub circles against it. You arched your back up into his body and you finally came. The loud cry you let out went right to Francis’ ego and he got even harder than before, continuing to rub along your clit, slowing down his movements with his fingers. Allowing you to calm down from your high. Once your body relaxed and your orgasm died down, he pulled his fingers out of you and he licked his fingers clean before leaning down to kiss you again, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” Francis said once he pulled away, looking at your breathless face. Francis began to pull down your underwear, smiling at the small gasp you let out from your sensitivity.

Once he pulled your underwear down he continued feeling up your clit, relishing in the way you whined into his mouth as he kissed you. He needed this so bad. He was so tired, and you were proving to be a perfect stress reliever, even if he wasn’t getting all that much stimulation. He reached behind your back with his free hand and undid your bra, pulling it off your shoulders. You turned your head away from him, feeling a little shy. Which Francis wasn’t having at all. He gripped your chin with his dominant hand and looked into your eyes and kissing you yet again.

You were great at comforting him, but he was growing desperate for something that would help the ache on his hard on, so he straddled your thigh and started grinding against it like some teenager. He in turn whined into your mouth and groped you with his free hand. So much was going on at once, all you could do was grip his waist, wrapping your arms around him tenderly.

He was rubbing soft circles into your clit while leaning over you, helping you reach your absolutely ecstatic orgasm, your entire body practically giving out, with the only function left for your body to offer being to arch your back into him. The arching of your back brought your chest closer to him, and he almost instantly began licking at your chest at the opportunity.

It felt amazing, but it sent a wave of shock down your body and you jolted your back down into the bed, forcing his lips to detach from your chest.

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking up at your face with worry and regret covering his eyes completely, although he still had that iconic smile on his face

“No—no, it feels great, I’m just sensitive there as is, you going at it right after I come is..” You weakly got out, hoping that despite your underwhelming, tired tone you would get your point across.

That reassurance went straight to his ego, resulting in an aroused jolt (as if he wasn’t already painfully hard) on his end this time.

“Damn—I love you, s-so much—I want to—”

He didn’t even manage to finish his sentence before he was moving himself down between your thighs like a man starved. He tentatively licked at your clit and hole. It hurt a little because it was immediately after your orgasm, but it also felt phenomenal. It felt so good in fact that you rode yourself onto his face briefly before he took a hold on your hips.

“There’s no need to fuck my face, I’ll give you everything you want.”

And oh God did he keep his promise. He noticed how you were desperate for more tension, and pressed his tongue inside your hole as much as he was physically capable, stretching it out as far as he could reach. His thrusts with his tongue were emphasized by the way he tightened his grip on your hips, as he pulled your pussy onto his face as much as possible. Your legs were spread pretty far, considering how his head was separating your thighs, but it soon didn’t matter as you simply wrapped your thighs around his head.

You bucked your hips into his face, allowing his tongue to reach even deeper, and you cried out at your own movements. Francis’ thrusts of his tongue were driving you crazy, and you were starting to really forget about all the problems going on.

You didn’t have to worry about dinner right now, or tucking your daughter into bed, work was out of your mind, and all that you had to focus on was the miraculous way Francis worked with his tongue. No more stress today, Francis was going to make sure of that.

Francis was doing wonders with his tongue, kissing your clit whenever you whined particularly loud. He held your hips down with force, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. He kissed and licked at your clit, taking breaks every so often to kiss and nibble your thighs, it was sweet but you were going crazy with the way he’d switch from eating you out like his life depended on it to tenderly kissing your thighs, and in order to lock his head in place you gripped his hair, messing it up more than it already was from his rather stressful day. He throbbed at your actions and began licking and sucking your clit with even more determination. He moved his right hand up and put two fingers inside of you, curling them towards your g-spot, making you let out a loud whine and finally come all over his face.

You breathed heavily and slowly loosened the grip on his hair before letting go entirely, resting your arms on the bed.

Francis was known for being a man with a lot of self control, but he was absolutely desperate at this point and saved no time in kissing you quickly before pulling his pants down and lining himself up with your currently recovering heat.

“Wait.. Francis, I gotta recover.”

“Please, Dear. You can handle just a little more, just for me right?”

You nodded, unable to resist him. He treated you so well, he should get what he wants as soon as possible, right? You pulled him down by the shoulders and unbuttoned his dress shirt, his tie already long gone. By the time you were done taking off his shirt, he was already halfway inside of you, making you whine and tremble, and the buttons more difficult to undo.

Francis asked if you could handle a ‘little more’, but by the time he was done you were practically passed out. He went at it for such a longtime, you distinctly remember seeing white everytime you came. It was a strangely comforting feeling to fall asleep to. It almost felt airy, despite the aching pain in your hips from him gripping them so hard as he thrust himself into you. It felt like you were going to some second heaven, and it made you fall asleep with a clear head.

You fell asleep in Francis’ arms, holding him tight as he rested his head on yours, not having a care in the world.

You fell asleep with a smile on your face.

Wc - 2.6k

Omg we’re in top three territory now!! Ango will be next:)

[nochukoo97]

brother’s best friend (2)

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Summary: Jungkook brings oc back to his shared apartment, oc’s brother finds out oc escaped from home, but oc doesnt tell them about her previous relationship, jk and oc watch a movie together

Word Count: 1.2k

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“Y/N?” That’s the last thing you hear before your mind goes blank, jaw dropping as you notice Jungkook’s arm clad with many tattoos, and his eyebrow and lip sporting a piercing. “Y/N, what are you doing here? Wait- Have you been crying? What happened?” Jungkook bombards you with questions as he takes your hand, and your luggage and pulls you out of the alleyway, but you just follow him, still in shock at the sight before you.

“Get in,” Jungkook says as he opens the door to the passenger seat for you, watching you climb in still in a daze, before closing the door and chucking your luggage in the boot of his car.

You still remember when Jungkook first got his Mercedes, his parents had gifted him the car right before going to college and he had driven you and your brother around town with it for a whole day. That was the last time you had ever sat in his car, a little more than a year ago. You watch as Jungkook climbs into the driver’s seat, sighing before looking at your teary eyes and messed-up state.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” He softly asks, as if he was unsure how to approach your fragile state. “Had a huge fight with my parents and so I took off, but I couldn’t find any of my friends' places to crash at so I decided to sleep on the streets for a night.” You mumble as you shift your gaze downwards, not wanting to look him in the eye.

Jungkook oh-so-gently places a finger under your chin, forcing you to look back at his worried-stricken face as he uses his thumb to wipe off the tears rolling down your cheeks. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now, but you know something could have happened? Why didn’t you call me or even your brother?” The last time you had seen Jungkook this worried was when his mother was admitted to the hospital for food poisoning and was bedridden for a few days, so seeing the man in front of you staring into your soul with concern, made you a little shocked, you weren’t going to lie.

Perhaps it was the fact that Jungkook rarely saw you cry, as you grew up around many boys, your brother and his friends who would practically stay at your house, you learnt to “toughen up” and not show your weak side to them, the last time you had cried in front of Jungkook was probably when you had fallen down from the swings on the playground in middle school and scraped your knee pretty bad. But of course Jungkook was there to console your poor crying soul and bring you to the sick bay.

Just because Jungkook was showing massive amounts of concern and worry for you, does not mean you will open up and tell him about your breakup. No one knew about your relationship with your ex, only your best friends, Chaeyoung and Yeji. The last people you would tell would be your brother and Jungkook himself, you knew how overprotective they could be and if they had found out a boy had shattered your heart into a million little pieces, your ex would be long gone by now.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’ll call you next time,” You mumble in response as you peer up at Jungkook, who gave you a soft smile and told you to buckle up, before driving back to his shared apartment with your brother.

“Y/N?” You walk through the front door, seeing your brother, Hoseok, and five other guys, to which some you had recognised their faces, all gathered on the couch in the living room playing on the Xbox. Upon seeing your red eyes, your brother frowned, ordering you to go in the kitchen and to drink some water, before pulling Jungkook aside to question him on how he had found his sister at 11pm at night, and a million other questions Jungkook had to answer.

“It’s fine, I can take care of her, you go back to them or else they’ll be looking for you,” You overheard Jungkook saying to your brother as you drank your water. “Thanks man, just get her to sleep soon and it’ll be fine,” Hoseok said as he walked back to the couch.

After hearing their conversations, you couldn’t help but feel like a burden in this apartment, if you had maybe just been a better daughter, and just stay home and listen to your parents nagging, maybe Jungkook didn’t have to fetch you home from whatever he was doing, maybe you didn’t need to interrupt the guy’s night, and maybe you would save you parent’s some worry by not running away from home, with them having no knowledge of where their daughter had stormed off to.

But you also felt more at peace here, rather than if you had stayed at home, you could have ended up spending the whole night listening to your parents nagging and screaming at you for hours on end. But right now you just felt really guilty for troubling Jungkook who now had to take care of you like some five year old kid.

“Wanna watch a movie in my room? I still have that cooking show we used to watch when we were younger,” Jungkook chuckles as he approaches you, walking through the kitchen door. “It’s fine, I can go to bed now if you want,” You mumbled under your breath, but Jungkook still heard it, replying, “Come on, I know you aren’t one bit tired yet, it’s only 11 pm right now, plus I haven’t seen that show in ages!”

You end up agreeing, allowing Jungkook to lead you to his room, and he instructs you to sit on the bed as he searches through his downloaded shows. You look around his room, noticing some things that never changed, like his iron man figure on display next to his desk, or that Beatles poster that he had hung up in his old bedroom, and his electric guitar on display, mounted on the wall.

“Ah-Hah! Found it,” Jungkook clicked play as he turned back to face you, a boyish grin on his face as he made himself comfortable next to you on his bed, eagerly ready to watch this show with you.

You two spend the next two hours watching, or more so just you criticising how silly the show seemed now and Jungkook getting horribly offended by your remarks, but you now definitely did not regret doing what you did. Jungkook was surprisingly more comforting than before, he had made you forget all your worries and doubts, and somehow or rather, you ended up falling asleep halfway, with your head on his chest.

Noticing your still body, Jungkook carefully peers, trying to see if you had fallen asleep. Sure enough, when he had paused the show, he heard soft snores coming from your mouth, so he switched off the TV and pulled the blankets over the both of you, deciding to go to bed too.

[anlian-aishang]

Kinktober Day 2: Phone Sex

okay so i think levi would be trash at phone sex at first like reader would be like “talk to me” so levi’s like “uh okay” and starts taking abt his day reader is like “no talk dirty to me” and then he’s like “ohhh” so he googles some dirty phrases real fast but while it’s happening he gets into the spirit of it and is like “wow, let’s do that more often"

Word count: 2300

Tags: levi x reader, smut, modern AU, fem!reader

A longstanding miscommunication his business trips had always been. The two of you were ever so honest, but for some reason, when it came to this matter, both of you were overly considerate of the other to the point of mutual disappointment.

Sat up in bed, you would watch him pack a suitcase and wish that you were doing it with him. Levi could feel your eyes on his every move, could read your longing mind. He looked to you, voice pained. “You’ll just be sitting in a hotel room all day, I don’t want you to die of boredom.” Swiftly, he zipped his case shut, “And trust me, you would.”

You crossed your arms, pouting, “Trust me, I wouldn’t.” Hands in your lap, you made your case, “You think I can’t find something to do in the city?”

Through sullen bangs, doubtful eye contact matched his tone, “Not if the city is Lincoln, Nebraska.”

That was how it always went. Lincoln, Redmond, Augusta, Levi insisted you would rather stay home while you insisted you would rather be with him. At last, the two of you would settle: he would only be gone two to three days, and he would make it all up to you as soon as he stepped off the plane.

And he always fulfilled that promise. Your favorite takeout bought on his way home. Cleaning the kitchen - cleaning everything - right after that dinner. For you: at least one orgasm for every night he had been away. That kept you content enough, always forgetting the back-and-forth debate that had preceded his departure - until his next assignment.

But then came this one. A deal that couldn’t close, was how you understood it. Phoning you in frustration, Levi described it rather as A staff with no brain cells. Two days turned to three. Three to four. Four to five. Head in his hand, between fingers, Levi peeked at his desk calendar. Tonight would make one week. Fuck it, he did not even need the calendar to know that. His heart missed you. His arms felt empty. But even more pressing was his pent-up desire, literally pressing against the inside of his slacks. For as far back as he could remember in your relationship, the two of you had never gone this long without sleeping together. 

On the way to his cab, Levi held his briefcase at his lower front, an unnatural attempt to look natural as he hid the symptom of unspent passion. Cheeks flushed red, strung-out anxiety told him that all his coworkers were surely pointing and laughing from the skyscraper above. Levi cursed himself: I really should’ve brought her. 

One step at a time. Levi ducked into the taxi, “Embassy on 10th.” In those three words, even the driver could tell he was irritated. They clenched their teeth when his phone rang, praying it would not stress the passenger even more.

But before Levi even answered the phone, he was already scoffing. His work phone’s ringtone rang especially loud, pitch particularly high. Without checking the caller ID, he flipped open his cell and growled, “Ackerman. After hours. What do you need?”

Damn. You pointed your knees together, hand massaged your thigh. You had not heard this tone of his in quite some time, but as your heat started to simmer, you smiled, deciding you did not mind it. In fact, it gave you inspiration to sing a serenade of your own, “Well, hello, Mr. Ackerman after hours.” He could hear the smirk in your speech, “I’m happy you asked - turns out, I need you.”

Which riled him as well. Foremost, he felt his pants tighten. Though that was shortly followed by another attempt to retain composure. Brief eye contact made in the driver’s rearview mirror, Levi cleared his throat, “You called my work number, something wrong?”

“Depends how you define wrong.” You twisted a strand of hair around your finger, as you attempted to wrap your husband the same, “But tell me about you, how was your day?” Biting back a smile, you sang, “Talk to me.” 

Your invitation came right as his ride pulled up to the drop-off. “Um, well…” Levi tucked you between his ear and neck, freeing his hands. He reached into his pants pocket, where he thought he felt his wallet, but no - that was something else. Levi grit his teeth - you idiot, get it together - as he fumbled, finally remembering that he always kept his cash in his suitjacket lining. Hastily, he pulled out a 20. In the distance, you heard, “Keep the change.”

Past the revolving doors, a cordial wave to the front desk, Levi was multitasking quite a bit after such a long work week. Leaving a tip. Hiding what’s in front. Answering you. At the door to his suite, he swiped his keycard. The lock was so stubborn, his movements so hasty, it took him five tries and a slew of swears to get in. “Goddammit.” 

“Levi?”

“Sorry.” Finally inside, Levi unlaced his Oxfords and stepped out of his shoes. Once in the routine of his unwind, he managed enough coherence to answer, “Day’s been - you know - the same as all the rest of them.” In your speaker, you could hear his exhaustion. Silk against cotton as he threaded his tie out from under his collar. “Lots of idiots. Not a lot of progress.” Thud of his briefcase onto the coffee table. “If I’m lucky, I’ll be back home by Wednesday.” The crunch of his comforter as he sat on the edge of the bed, “I’m sorry, I’m sure you miss me…”

The first potential he had given you all conversation, you jumped on it, “You’re right, baby…” wide smile, whiny voice, “I do miss you a lot.”

“The thing is, it’ll all depend on circulating the contract and obtaining the right signatures.” Levi rubbed his forehead and loathed, “That is… if these people are even capable of spelling their own names.”

That wasn’t the response you were aiming for.

Fingers curled to the hem of your dress, bunching your fabric and bringing it to your core. Batting your eyelashes, “Levi, honey?”

Unbuttoning his shirt, “Yeah?”

“I meant talk dirty to me.”

Red warmed his cheeks, the heat of embarrassment tantalizingly mixed with the fire only you could spark. At your order, it clicked for him. In the privacy of his hotel room and with his lover on the phone, he did not have to act so professional anymore. In fact, you encouraged him to act the opposite - to completely unwind with you. 

“O-Oh,” Levi swallowed, speaking quietly, “right.”

The only thing was - he had not done this before. But what better time to start? And how else would he learn? Adrenaline accelerated his movements as he reached for his laptop, slinging it from his table to his side. He clenched his teeth, nervous, and held the phone away from his computer - just far enough so that you could not hear his hurried clacks. 

The first search result, “What are you wearing tonight?”

You smiled to yourself, There you go. “Oh, I’m glad you asked.” You smoothed your hand along the garment’s fabric, flattening its folds “Remember our honeymoon?” 

Levi felt his pants tighten even more, calloused fingers undid his buckle, slithered his belt from beneath its loops. “Yes, I remember.” That low in his voice was a major tell. Despite how calm he sounded, you knew it as a facade - an attempt to keep cool before he started to waver.

“And that little store we stopped at? And the dress you bought me there?”

Yes, he remembered. Black silk body hugged all the right places. See-through lace revealed all the right places. At the memory, Levi automatically hooked his thumb over the waistband of his briefs, easing that tautness just enough to let him breathe. An uneven sigh escaped his lips, picked up by your receiver. 

A single laugh, “Seems like you remember.”

His mind was racing, but his mouth could not seem to move. Hurriedly, Levi looked back to his screen. “Without me there?”

“This is the next best thing, isn’t it, dear?” Levi heard the wooden drag of the drawer to your bedside table. Hand felt around for the silicone device that lay inside. “A less loyal wife would be happy to enjoy herself by herself, but I thought it would be more fun to at least give you a listen.”

Levi’s ears perked up at the familiar sound. A deep click! And a droning buzz. As always, followed by your initial whines- over them, you invited, “Even better if you’d join me.”

By then, you did not have to coach him. His needs had already taken over. The first warming strokes had him melting with pleasure, outpoured in praise, “What the fuck ever did I do to deserve you?”

“Oh so much, darling.” You wedged your vibrator between your folds, further inside with each thought of your husband’s love, “You bought me this lingerie and this toy, right?” They weren’t so cheap, either. “Blowing my back out after a hard day’s work.” Spending his last ounces of energy on your pleasure. “And cleaning the kitchen counter -” you growled, “- just to fuck me on top of it.”

Some of this favorite memories came flooding back to him, he felt this phone sex would become a new one. With each sentence you spoke, he felt his motions move to match their intensity. Suddenly, it became painfully obvious what a week of abstinence could do to him, especially after the fruitful years you two had shared together. Fingers ran over his tip, sweeping some of his leaking arousal back down his shaft. At the sensation, Levi arched his back and groaned, “You’ve got it wrong, sweetheart.” Levi pressed his cell right to his mouth, letting you hear the gratitude in every word, “You spoil me.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Your thumb gave another click, increasing the level. “Tell me, baby…”

“The way you suck me off and drink it down, swallowing it all, every last drop.” The grip on his member turned white-knuckle. “Taking it all so well…” Massaging his entire length now - base to tip - mimicking the way he could pound fully into you. “No one else can do it like you, babe. I bet you know that.” 

Levi smirked, continuing, “And I’ll bet you planned all this, too. Knowing the long week I’ve been having, you thought up just the thing to fix it,” Levi’s hips began the transition from rocking to bucking, “didn’t you, brat?”

Reacting to your pet name, your wet walls hugged your toy even closer, bringing the vibrations right to your sweet spot. Fingers flinched into the sheets as you strained, “Guilty.”

At your sass, he felt the reflex to give you a spank, but with you not there, he could only expel that energy onto his own cock. Levi snickered, “Such a good fucking girl.”

That was it. What you had been looking for. The flawless combination of his confidence and compliments, his voice alone was enough to push you over the edge. Your arms weakened, legs spasmed. Toes curled into the mattress, bracing yourself for the flood as you felt your dam start to break, “Y’Yours…” Broken. “Yours, Levi!”

“That’s right, princess.” He rewarded, then commanded, “Again. Louder.”

“Y’Yours!” Cumming… Cumming!! “Y’Yours, Le’vi!”

His movements were out of his control now. Faster than he could handle. Only once he heard you reach your peak, he allowed himself to get there as well. Given the timing of his mewls, despite the hell week he had withstood, you could tell he had still waited for you to finish first. Such a good boy.

Past grit teeth, his whines escaped. In your ear, you picked up his hesitation. Even in the throes of your climax, you made sure to let him know it was okay to let himself loose - finally. “Go ahead, Levi… Let it out.” Just the right words for the setting, “You’ve earned it.”

Whenever he masturbated, he tried to conjure up a scene, a memory, a fantasy. This time, though, he did not have to. The thought - the reality - that you had set this up and done this all for him was sexier than anything he could imagine. A steep arch of his back. A quiver in his lip. One hand clutched his cock - certain he was about to cum. The other his heart - ready for it to burst.

Just as the first wave began to tide, twitching nerves dropped his phone - you could tell by the clash of metal on sheets. At first, your jaw dropped with a pang of disappointment, but that disappointment was short-lived. For even though the distance had grown, his voice still managed to resound throughout the room. Unthwarted cries, filthy words, and stuttered syllables of your name  - despite the separation between his mouth and the microphone - you heard them loud and clear. In that way, it was made even better, as your mind started to wander. Imagine if you were there. He must be screaming.

The orgasm long-awaited lasted impossibly long. In its wake, Levi tilted his head back against the headboard and released a shaky, drawn-out sigh. Over the line, you could hear him as he caught his breath, could practically see his eyes rolled back and fluttered shut. Hand stuck to his chest, shining with sweat, palm pounded by his heartbeat still racing. 

You had such a clear picture already, but still, you needed to hear it. Off the cusp of climax, you were already flirting again. You traced your fingertips along your neck. Teeth grazed your lip before dragging to release. Lips parted, excited to ask him what he thought, but your husband unknowingly interrupted in the best way possible:

“Wow,” breathless, exasperated, ready for more, “let’s do that more often.” 

// Kinktober Year 3 Masterlist //

[lemoncrushh]

The Entertainer - Track 06 - No Concern of Yours

Summary: Set in the 70s, Sky Jones, a young woman from L.A., meets Harry Styles, an up-and-coming musician and frontman for the band Wildfire. Told in first person from Sky’s point of view, she shares her journey and what it’s like to fall for a rockstar.

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The week of studio time for Harry and his band turned into two weeks, and then three. I didn’t get to see him as often as I’d hoped. He came over a couple times after a long session, but never stayed the night. As the end of the third week neared, I felt myself starting to get restless. I would lie awake at night wondering what it was I was feeling. Despite the fact that we’d slept together, Harry and I hadn’t declared what we were. We weren’t really a couple, I didn’t think. And the more I pondered over it, the more I started feeling like it was exactly what Halo said she and Mitch were. Just sex.

One evening, when both Harry and Mitch had announced they were finally finished with recording, and their debut album was now in the mixing stage, the entire band came over for a night of beer drinking and cards. I don’t even remember what game we were playing. Neither my heart nor mind were in it, and for some reason I started accusing Harry of cheating. He thought it was funny though, like I was just teasing him. He laughed and came up behind me to tickle my sides, but I quickly pushed him away with my elbows.

“Stop it. Leave me alone.”

“What’s with you?” he asked, his brows furrowed.

“Nothing!” I spat.

I heard him curse under his breath as he walked past me to the kitchen for another beer.

“Hell yeah, turn that up!” exclaimed Lee as Thin Lizzy started to play through the little radio I kept on the counter.

“Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak…”

Walking by, Harry turned the knob, nodding his head to the beat, his lips puckered. Then he began to mime the guitar chords as Mitch did the same. I watched him for most of the song, my stomach doing a little flip until I quickly looked away and rose from my chair to get myself a beer. Popping off the cap, I took a few swigs, leaning against the fridge. Harry’s eyes met mine and he gave me a smile.

“Searchlight on my trail Tonight’s the night all systems fail Hey you good lookin’ female Come 'ere!”

Harry beckoned me with his finger and his eyebrows raised, but I didn’t budge. Instead, I took another long drink from my beer and returned to my seat next to Halo.

“Something going on I should know about?” she whispered in my ear.

“Nope. Nothing at all.”

Harry continued to stare at me, an easy smirk on his lips. When Deacon announced he was dealing for the next game, Harry took his chair to my right, straddled it and crossed his arms.

“So when’s the tour?” inquired Halo when all the cards were dealt.

“You guys are going on tour?” I widened my eyes.

“Damn right we are,” said Lee as he high-fived Deacon.

“We’re supposed to go on the road in a few weeks,” added Mitch. “Starting in San Francisco.”

“Ooh, can I come?” Halo ran her hand up Mitch’s chest, her face close to his, practically sitting in his lap. I caught Mitch’s grin just before Lee piped up again.

“No way.”

“What?” Halo looked offended.

“No girls on the road.”

“Who says?”

“We say.”

“Oh, you do?” Halo raised a brow at Lee, then looked back at Mitch for reassurance. He looked just as perplexed.

“Tell ‘em, Harry,” said Lee.

“Um…”

I sat back, folding my arms across my chest. I had to hear this.

“Why can’t we come, Harry?” asked Halo. “We love you guys. We know you guys. We’re your biggest supporters.”

Harry nodded, but said nothing. I had to hand it to Halo for saying “we.”

“Don’t you want me to come?” she pouted to Mitch.

“Yeah,” he grinned, pushing a strand of hair from her face.

“No,” Lee repeated. “Absolutely not!”

“C’mon, mate,” Harry finally spoke. “They’re not gonna get in the way. Let ‘em come.”

Not gonna get in the way? What was I, a toddler?

“Harry,” Deacon shook his head. “Remember the agreement?”

“There’s an agreement?” I asked.

“Yeah man, did you forget about Pippa?” added Lee.

“Pippa? Who’s Pippa?” My question was addressed to Harry, but no one seemed to hear me.

“I don’t think this is the same thing.” Harry shook his head.

“Isn’t it?” Lee looked from Harry to me, then back at him.

“You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about!”

“Yeah? You think we made the no girls on the road rule for the hell of it?”

“Look mate,” said Deacon. “I’m not saying these girls are like Pippa. It’s just…we decided on the agreement for a reason. That includes all girls.”

“Who the fuck is Pippa?!” I exclaimed.

Silence fell over the entire table, and everyone stared at me like I’d just walked into the room in the middle of a secret-telling. Lee and Deacon both blinked and turned to Harry who barely looked at me.

“Nobody,” he said softly. “It’s…it’s no concern of yours.”

“Gee, thanks.”

I took a long swig of my beer as Halo continued to argue that she was going on tour (or at least to as many shows as she could), and no one was going to stop her. Lee finally gave up, I suspected because he didn’t feel like listening to Halo anymore, and declared that we should finish the card game.

I felt Harry’s eyes on me a few times, but I didn’t dare look at him. I’d already felt some sort of frustration when the evening had started. Now I was full-on perturbed.

When the game was over (I think Deacon won), I got up to go to the bathroom. I spent a long time in there, not feeling like participating in the party in the living room. I could hear them all laughing, the prior conversation completely forgotten…to all but me.

Finally deciding to call it a day, I opened the door to find Harry standing next to it.

“Hey,” he said with a grin, his hands immediately grabbing my waist and pulling me to him. “You okay?”

I blinked, lowering my gaze to his chest where I pressed my own hands. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout what Lee and Deacon said. You can come if you want.”

“I can?” I doubted Harry detected the sarcasm in my tone.

“Yeah, you should.”

“I should?”

“Yeah. If you want to.”

I lifted my head, trying my best to read his face while also hoping to God he could read mine.

“Oi, mate, we’re headed out!” shouted Deacon from across the room. “You coming with?”

His arms still around me, Harry acknowledged his bandmate, then looked back at me.

“Am I coming with?”

I shrugged.

“Are you coming with?”

I shrugged again.

Sighing through his nose, Harry turned to Deacon. “Staying here, mate.”

“Right. So long.”

I watched Deacon and Lee leave, Mitch of course staying with Halo, the two of them remaining at the table in their own private lovers’ chat. When the door shut, I felt Harry’s hands run up and down my back as he lowered his head to my neck. I allowed him a moment as his lips touched my skin before I pulled back.

“Sky, you want some of this?” I heard Halo ask. I looked over to see her rolling a fresh joint.

“No, you guys go ahead. I’m gonna sit this one out.”

Loosening myself from Harry’s arms, I walked to the linen closet where I retrieved a set of clean sheets and a blanket and returned to the living room.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m about to go to bed,” I replied, not looking at him. “So I’m going ahead and getting the couch ready for you.”

I tucked the sheet into the cushions with determination, then I grabbed the pillow case, snapping it in the air to make sure there were no wrinkles (as though wrinkles on a pillow case even mattered), then slid it over the pillow.

“There you go,” I said, patting the pillow on one end of the sofa and pointing at the other. “Blanket’s right there.”

When I finally lifted my head, I saw Harry standing behind the couch, a look on his face that spoke volumes. He was confused, hurt and bewildered.

“Oh…um…thanks,” he muttered.

“Welcome. Goodnight,” I nodded, then walked to my bedroom and shut the door.

I could hear light chatter and music while I changed into my pajamas. I laid down on my bed and stared into the darkness as Nazareth serenaded me.

“Love is like a flame It burns you when it’s hot…”

Oh, shut up! I thought as I threw the covers over my head.

I tossed and turned for over an hour after the music had stopped. I knew Harry was in the other room wondering what the hell had happened. No doubt he’d intended on sleeping with me. That is, if I hadn’t been such a bitch to him.

I wasn’t sure what I was so upset about. Maybe I was hurt that Harry hadn’t defended Halo and me harder. Or maybe I was hurt that he wouldn’t tell me who Pippa was, and told me it was no concern of mine. Or maybe I was just upset that I hadn’t seen him hardly at all in three weeks and I’d missed him and it got the better of me.

I kicked the covers off and sat up, turning on my lamp and making my way slowly to my bedroom door before opening it. I stood just outside, stepping closer to the couch which Harry slept on, until finally stopping next to his feet. I could tell he was awake, just looking out the sliding glass door that led to the patio. He seemed to be in deep thought until I let out a long sigh which made him turn his head.

“Harry.”

“Yeah?”

I took another deep breath and let it out.

“Come to bed.”

I couldn’t quite make out his expression since it was dark, but I assumed it was a positive one since he sat up and dropped the blanket on the floor. Then he walked up to me and grazed his hand across my cheek.

“You sure?”

I nodded slowly, raising my hand to touch his wrist.

“Tell me what I did, love,” he said softly.

“You didn’t do anything. It’s all me.”

“I don’t understand.”

I rolled my eyes, though I was sure he couldn’t really tell in the dark.

“It’s stupid. Let’s just forget it, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry I acted the way I did tonight.”

“You’re forgiven.”

I took his hand then and turned for the bedroom. As I shut the door, Harry started to unbutton his shirt, then stopped.

“Um…do you mind?”

I shook my head and gave a gentle smile. “Not at all.”

Harry stripped down to his underwear as I climbed under the covers. Joining me, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him.

“Hi,” he grinned, his hairy thigh thrown across my smooth, freshly shaved one.

“Hi.”

“I missed you.”

I paused, licking my lips. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.”

Harry cocked a brow. “Did you miss me?”

“I saw you a few days ago.”

“That was almost a week ago, Sky. Six days to be exact, and for maybe twenty minutes.”

“Oh, so you’re counting?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re trying your best to be angry with me, but you don’t really know why.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry. You’re right.”

“I know.”

I scoffed, mostly to myself. I let my fingers travel up his arm to his shoulder, then down his chest.

“I missed you like crazy,” I whispered.

“What was that?”

“You heard me.”

Harry touched my cheek, making me lift my head. His eyes danced in the warm glow of the lamp light. He kissed me softly then and I melted.

“So how’s the album?” I asked when our lips separated. “You never told me.”

“Amazing. I’m in love with it.”

I beamed. “I can’t wait to hear it.”

“I can’t wait for you to hear it, either. I think you’ll like it. Actually, I know you will.”

“So exciting!”

Harry smiled at me, his eyes seeming to study my face.

“And I want you to come with me on the tour.”

“You do?”

Harry nodded. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

I shifted my gaze to his necklace. “Only if you meant it,” I muttered.

“I mean it.”

“Okay,” I grinned hesitantly.

Harry’s lips met my forehead and he kissed me reassuringly.

“Oh!” he exclaimed suddenly, making me jump. “I meant to tell you…we’re signing with new management.”

“Really? What happened with Leon?”

“It’s funny, actually. We had a sit down with him because we were thinking of cutting the ties. But he surprised us by announcing he’s moving back to London with his family. So he gave us some recommendations that he’d been in touch with.”

“Well, that worked out. Who are you signing with?”

“A bloke named Irving Azoff. He-“

“Harry!”

“What?”

“Irving Azoff! He manages the Eagles!”

Harry gave me a glorious smile and a squeeze. “I love that you know that.”

“Are you kidding me? That’s…this is huge! You’ll be so…” I covered my mouth to stop myself from saying the last word. “Sorry.”

“’s okay. I’m excited, too.”

“I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks.”

“Um…Harry?” I asked after he kissed me again.

“Yes?”

“Who is Pippa?”

I saw his neck tighten as he swallowed hard.

“She um…she was…my best friend’s girlfriend.”

“Oh.” I figured he meant Simon, but I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to know about him. “Mitch’s?”

“No,” he shook his head. “When…when I first joined the band, my best mate Simon was lead guitarist.”

“Oh.”

“He…he died last year.”

Even though Halo had already told me, it hit me harder hearing it from Harry. I touched his chest with my hand, just above his heart.

“I’m so sorry.”

Harry nodded, looking at me, but not really looking at me. His jaw was clenched and I could tell he was uncomfortable.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” I whispered.

Harry blinked slowly, focusing on my face. Then he sighed and licked his lips.

“Thanks. Maybe…some other time, yeah?”

“Of course.”

I was still curious what Pippa had to do with their no girls rule, but I was most certainly willing to let it go for the evening. I gave him a peck on the nose which made him smile.

“I have a question for you now,” he said.

“Oh God.”

“It’s a good one, don’t worry. I was thinking of it a couple days ago when I fell asleep with the radio on. I started wondering what songs you like to sleep to, or that make you relaxed.”

I smiled gently, happy that he’d thought of me, not only while he was away, but while he was listening to music.

“Well…” I began, “I don’t usually like to sleep with music on. I can’t. It’s too much of a distraction for me. I want to sing along, so I’d never get to sleep.”

“I can relate,” Harry chuckled.

“But I do have some songs I relax to.”

“Which are?”

Sucking in my lips, I pushed back the sheet and rolled off my side of the bed. Then I walked over to my turntable, turned it on, and sifted through my records. When I found what I was looking for, I put it on and let the needle fall.

“I’m being followed by a moonshadow Moonshadow, moonshadow”

“Mmmm,” I heard Harry sigh.

“Good one, huh?”

“Very.”

“And if I ever lose my mouth All my teeth, north and south Yes if I ever lose my mouth Oh if… I won’t have to talk…”

“That line always gets to me,” Harry commented.

“Me too.”

“Did it take long to find me I ask the faithful light Did it take long to find me And are you gonna stay the night…”

I sang the bridge and final chorus along with Cat Stevens, and when the record was over, I shut off my stereo and walked back around the bed.

“I like hearing you sing,” said Harry as he rolled over.

“You do?”

“Yeah, not only is it a pretty voice coming out of a pretty person…I like the joy it brings you. And that makes me happy.”

I grinned, looking into his beautiful eyes. “That’s a lovely thing to say.”

I kissed him that time, letting my tongue fill his mouth. He moaned against me, tangling his fingers in my hair. I rolled him over onto his back, but quickly separated the kiss. I heard him protest with a tiny pout as I reached over to turn off the lamp.

Songs mentioned:

Thin Lizzy - Jailbreak

Nazareth - Love Hurts

Cat Stevens - Moonshadow

Though just a single-scene chapter, this kicks off the rest of the story as well as raises some questions. Who the fuck is Pippa?! lol

[naavispider]

Omg I LOVED the stripe one-shot! Can we get just a teeny tiny POV of Miles while he was applying Spider’s stripes, and his thoughts on what he said to him?

"Too slow!" Quaritch smirked as he snatched the tin out of Spider's too small hands. For a moment, he wasn't sure how his- how Spider would react, but eventually his instincts were proved right when the boy grouchily gave in. He mumbled something indistinct as he propped himself up on his heels, recovering from where Quaritch had pushed him (probably too hard) onto his knees in the ground. This way, Quaritch could attempt to apply the stripes at the best angle.

"Right," the Colonel muttered to himself, trying to figure out the most effective strategy. Spider had just been using his fingers. Although Quaritch's hands were rather larger than they used to be, he still figured this couldn't be too hard.

“Just… go over the marks that are already there.”

“You got it, tiger.” Quaritch's mouth pulled up smugly at his kid's clear worry.

“And don’t go over the lines.”

“Okay.” He took a sceptical sniff of Spider's concoction before dipping the tip of his middle finger into the blue mixture. It was extremely unpleasant, and not for the first time he found himself wondering why exactly he was willing to do this for the boy. His eyes sought out the largest and widest of the existing stripes on Spider's back, extending his hand until he was a hair's breadth away-

"Just a thin layer. The dye’s strong.”

Jesus, kid. Cool it. “I’ll do my best.”

Without waiting for another excuse from Spider, he reached out and dabbed the first blot of the faux paint on his back. He was sure that if he was still human, he would have missed the infinitesimal flinch from the boy. He pursed his lips together, ignoring it, and continued in as fluid motions as possible to follow the lines on Spider's skin.

It felt... strange. Different. Weirdly intimate in a way that he was sure would take both of them some time to get used to.

“Eywa,” the boy muttered, just loudly enough for Quaritch to hear. Quaritch said nothing, gripping Spider's shoulder with his other hand to pull him closer. His. boy was so fragile under his hands, despite the fact he was built big for a human. He tried to go as slowly and gently as possible. Maybe it was his way of making up for all the times he'd been too rough with him.

"So who normally helps you?" He asked to clear the silence.

“Kiri,” came the response.

Was Quaritch supposed to know who that was? “And who’s that?”

“She’s just my friend,” Spider answered, but by the tone of his voice he didn't want to continue to talk about her.

Nevertheless, Quaritch pushed on. He remembered the very first day in the forest, when he and the squad had stumbled upon Spider for the first time. He'd been with a couple of friends, at least one of which was a girl. “Is that the five fingered one?”

“The one you were going to hurt? Yep.”

Now it was Quaritch's turn to pause. He considered Spider's words. `Why did they hurt him like a physical knife? It was true - they were going to use the girl - Kiri- to get to Jake somehow, but he wasn't in the business of murdering children, as much as Spider seemed o think he was. “We’re not out to hurt people, you know that right? We just got a mission to complete.”

“Sounds about right. I wonder if Hitler thought the same.”

Hitler? Is that what Spider thought of him? No, Spider was too young to understand what he was talking about. He didn't know anything about that war. Jesus, which arsehole was responsible for polluting his kid's mind like that? What he wouldn't do for two minutes alone with them...

“Are you serious?”

“What?” Spider challenged.

“Hitler, really?”

Spider turned around, staring at him. If Quaritch didn't know any better he'd raise his fist to the boy, but it wasn't Spider's fault. He'd been told this twisted analogy by someone else. He''d been fed lies his whole life. Quaritch knew he had, but seeing the extent of Spider's belief system about him was nonetheless hurtful. “You’re young. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He pushed Spider back around, more because he couldn't stand to the resentment there, and tried to collect himself. “Never compare me to scum like that again.”

“Sorry,” Spider mumbled sarcastically.

In another life, Quaritch would have beat the sarcasm out of him. Spider was silent for a few moments longer while Quaritch resumed painting his stripes, but he couldn't let it lie. He couldn't let Spider believe that about him.

“Hitler was an evil piece of shit pretending to be a human being.”

“The parallels continue.”

Quaritch was stunned. He was so shocked by Spider's words that he momentarily lost himself. "Jesus Christ, Miles!"

Why were Spider's words getting to him so much? He tried desperately to gain some control over his reaction. “I know what you think of me. I know I’m playing for a different team than you. But I ain’t no genocidal maniac. Miles Quaritch… that’s a different ballgame. But I’m not that man.”

Spider didn’t reply. 

“You hear me? Spider?”

It took a few moments, but eventually the kid subsided.

“Okay…” Spider relented in a voice that sounded like he was only giving in because he knew Quaritch wouldn't budge.

Quaritch didn't know how successful he'd been, but the verbal recognition was enough for now. They still had so much work to do though. How was he ever going to get to know Spider better when the kid thought of him so lowly? And that wasn't the only thing.

It worried Quaritch how viscerally he'd reacted to Spider's words. They shouldn't affect him as much as they did. He wasn't stupid enough not to realise that his affection for Spider was growing, but he had never realised that this would be the result.

He had to get a grip on himself. There was more at stake here than just him and the kid. When everything was all over, that's when he could focus on rebuilding his relationship with him. Until then, he was stuck being an evil maniac. And that would just have to be okay.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

༉‧₊˚. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 || 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairing: daryl dixon & little sister!reader

― era: season 10

― summary: it had been too long since you've seen your older brother, and if he was going to be honest, he thought you were dead.

― warnings: mentions of death, arguments, fluff, and angst.

― wc: 1041

⋆ a/n: i was mentioned in a post by @morgan-wolf that gave me some prompts that they had come up with, and i figured why not do a platonic fanfic? i had a lot of fun making this and thank you for the mention! :] it's always so refreshing to write something platonic omg.

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You had honestly thought you would never see your older brother, Daryl, ever again. It just didn’t seem possible; with the lengths you’d traveled on foot to the people you’ve lost, the idea of him being alive was almost too good to be true.

You guys had been separated from each other ever since you were fifteen. It was your fault really, but the argument you had between Merle & Daryl was considered a big deal at the time, but now that you’re almost twenty-six, it was almost laughable. You had gone out drinking with some friends and hadn’t come home until the next night, and Daryl was almost losing his mind worrying about you.

You were a complete accident, your parents hadn’t cared about you since you were born, and the caretaking was left up to Daryl & Merle, but of course, Merle can’t take responsibility for anything, so Daryl was the one that took care of you most of the time. Of course, with the pressures of teenage hormones and the fact that there was nothing to do in your small town, you would eventually give in to the mischief of your friends. Daryl had dreaded the day you grew up truly, and that night was an eye opener for him, and he had no idea how to take it.

“What the hell were you thinkin’?!” Daryl asked angrily. He stood behind one of the dining room chairs, his hands having a death grip on the back of it. “I was thinkin’ that I wanted to go and hangout with my friends without you on my back!” You replied back in irritation. Merle chimed in from the couch he was sitting on, “Don’t act like we didn’t do that when we were her age, little brother.” He laughed to himself before taking a swig of his beer. 

“Shut up man!” He growled.

“You’re not my fucking dad,” You bit. “So I don’t even know why you fucking care.”

His face morphed into something nasty. “Ya think I wanted to take care of ya?” He began to slowly approach you. “Yer jus’ some fuckin’ burden that I was stuck with..” His finger jabbed into your shoulder. A sickening feeling settled in your stomach as you bit back tears; his words hurt worse than you thought they would, and without thinking you said, “Fuck you, Daryl.” As you shoved him away from you and stormed out of the front door.

Daryl went to move when Merle piped up from the couch once more.

“Let ‘er go. She’ll be back, jus’ needs some time to cool off.”

Daryl wished that he hadn’t listened to him.

For the next ten years, you were on your own, and you had spent the first five holding on to hope that the only family you had managed to survive. Even though you hated Merle, he was blood, at least that’s what he had said - which you since learned was a shitty manipulation tactic. You didn’t mean what you had said to Daryl though, you didn’t have the right to say what you did to him, and maybe both of you were in the wrong; most nights when you were supposed to be sleeping, you’d stare up at the stars, your head swimming with questions.

Now, you’ve stopped wondering, just opting to live and save the people that were alive.

You were wandering back to your camp when you stopped in your tracks, slowly drawing your bow and quiver as you watched a man surveying your makeshift camp in the woods.

“Drop your weapons.” You said lowly. 

You could see his back muscles tense under his angel jacket, your eyes falling on the dog that was waiting for its owner's command. Your eyes softened, you hadn’t seen a dog in so long you’ve almost forgotten what they looked like.

“No one’s gotta get hurt.” You heard him say. “You’re right, so drop your shit,” You pulled tighter on the string. “I won’t ask you again.” He froze for a second before quickly spinning around, his crossbow brought up and ready to shoot.

Your tense body deflated at the sight of Daryl.

“D?” You asked in disbelief. 

Those same tears pricked at the ducts in your eyes caused you to lower your bow, becoming completely defenseless. You threw your arms around him and began to sob, clinging onto him as you could barely say a coherent sentence. Years of grief and loss completely melted from your body, as that hole in your heart had finally begun to heal.

He couldn’t believe you were still alive; all hope had died off with you the night that you disappeared. He had no idea if you had found a safe zone or if you were bitten. He desperately searched for you until Merle forced him to move, where they inevitably found the quarry and its people.

“God,” You say as you pull away from him. “You look like shit, old man.” You attempted to joke to cover up your embarrassment of showing your vulnerability. “Ya don’ look any better, brat.” He grumbled light-heartedly. 

You two had begun to walk together, a couple of giggles escaping your lips as Daryl’s dog danced around your legs once he learned you weren’t a threat.

“So, where have you been?” You asked. He just shrugs, “I’ve been around.” You nodded in understanding. “Same here. I can’t even tell you where I’ve gone.” You snorted in amusement. There was another beat of silence before you spoke again. 

“Where’s Merle?”

He nibbled on the skin of his lower lip nervously.

“He uh- he didn’t make it.” His voice almost sounded sad. “Oh.” You didn’t know how to feel about hearing about the eldests’ death. A part of you was sad, but the other part of you was also in disbelief, almost like you didn’t believe him. “How did he die?” 

“Doin’ somethin’ stupid but kinda… heroic?” 

“I would have never expected that.” 

“Me neither.” He said with his classic scoff.

Despite losing one brother, you were grateful that you had the other, and if you were going to be honest, he was your favorite. Your conversations flowed as if you hadn’t had to pick up where you left off.

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