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[lazyjellyfish300]

I'm Here.

Miguel O'Hara x Fem reader

Synopsis: Miguel is here to help fix your back pain. Fluff ensues. 💕🖤 Word count: 2k

A/N: for the lovely @ilovetoomanymen . Thanks for the inspiration! I ran across one of their posts with this prompt in mind and decided to give it a go. Hope you like it. 😁🫶🏽 Cuddles with Mig would be soooo heavenly. Mrpmphhhhjj. This was written for fem pov, but besides the gendered terms the story could be enjoyed by anyone.

TW: established relationship, back pain, crying, fluff, some heavy kisses

Miguel sighs loudly as his mask dissipates, rubbing his temples as he shuffles towards your shared bedroom, nearly tripping over the jam-packed laundry basket with a mountain of clothes that's now begun to lean lopsided, until he knocked it slightly, sending the underwear, shirts, and dirty sheets on top into a heap on the floor with Miguel rolling his eyes in annoyance.

He kicks a stray sock off his foot and opens the door carefully with a small creak. The TV is playing your favorite show, but it's long forgotten, the autoplay on its sixth or seventh episode by now, no longer following the plot. You're sprawled out in the middle of the bed, sheets askew. You let out a small groan, your sweatpants you're wearing are starting to ride up on one leg, socks mismatched, your hoodie is making your skin itch but you're in too much pain and feel too lazy to move. Your hair is wild and one of your arms is covering both of your eyes as it lays across your face. You dip slightly as Miguel sits on the bed next to your torso, the soreness of your back triggered by the mild disturbance and you let another loud groan escape, this one slightly more dramatic than the previous.

Miguel raises an eyebrow, one of his hands gently pulling at your arm that's covering your eyes, wanting to have you look at him. "Looks like both of us had a shitty day, huh?" A very faint chuckle rolls from his chest as he notices your arm flops like a dead fish, but his eyes grow slightly wide in alarm when he notices your eyes are wet. Your glistening lashes blink rapidly at him as more tears build up in your irises below, gravity already causing some to leak out of the corners, racing down your face and grazing your ears, the temperature warm, the feeling salty, your face puffy indicating this wasn't the first time today you cried.

¿Qué pasa? ¿Por qué lloras, mi alma? (What happened? Why are you crying, my soul) Miguel murmurs, laying on his stomach as he cups your face in his hands, looking down at you as you look up at him, his face upside down in your vision because of how you're positioned.

You shake your head with a small sniffle, one of your hands pawing weakly for the tissue box that lay next to you. Miguel reaches over, taking the box and offers you one. You greedily pull out one after another, Miguel's brows raising slightly at how many tissues you could possibly need. You sit up, a pained wince flashing across your face as you blow furiously into the Kleenex bouquet.

Miguel watches you patiently as you furiously rub your nose, your breath shaky as it exits and you turn and look at your boyfriend fully for the first time. "My back is killing me."

Miguel's eyes flicker across your form, as though he was trying to search for the spot that was giving you trouble. "Where?"

"Everywhere..." you whine feebly, a scowl appearing on your face as you go to lay backwards again. "I slept on it funny last night...I had to call off work today because there was no way I could do everything in this much pain..." You suck in air between your teeth as you try and shift positions and move the pillows.

Miguel sits up, trying to stop you from overexerting yourself. "Hey...hey..." He drags a pillow to your front, patting it so it's nice and fluffed, flipping it to the colder side. "First of all....you shouldn't lay directly on your back if it's hurting, mi vida..."

You brace yourself for more pain to radiate through your body, squinting as you gently lower yourself down, laying on your favorite side. Miguel places both hands on either side of you, guiding your head to the pillow which you hit with a gentle sigh. The cold temperature of the fabric brushing your face in a satisfying feeling that tickles your brain, soft purrs of contentment leaving your lips. Miguel smiles and hums, one of his hands sliding down your hip as he gently lifts your knee, propping another pillow between them for support.

"That better...?" he asks in a soothing tone, careful not to make his voice too loud and disrupt the pain-free trajectory you were finally on after hours of discomfort.

"Much better, baby...thank you."

"You're welcome, baby..." He presses a soft kiss into your cheek which you answer with a faint twitch of your mouth.

Miguel's eyes wander to your overcrowded nightstand, the space being taken up by empty bottles, plastic drink tumblrs, bobby pins and a couple of your favorite books you keep forgetting to finish. "You been drinking enough water?"

"Mmm..." you lazily answer, the cozy position you were laying in already making your eyes droopy, your mind struggling to form coherent thoughts to audible sentences. "Yeahhh kiindaa.."

Miguel shakes his head and gets your water cup off the night table, brushing all the empty bottles into your mini trash can, carefully creeping across the room and down the hall to get you a fresh glass.

Once he's back, he sets the glass in the nightstand, gently waking you up for you to take several generous sips before you get comfy again. Miguel brings the bed comforter over you, tucking your feet in like a human burrito. "Where you going, babe?" You ask him, your voice a little sad at the thought of him leaving you already.

Miguel gives you a soft look, crouching down to your level next to the bed. Crimson irises flicker with tender study as they look back into your own. "I was gonna see if you needed anything else?"

You shake your head, one of your hands reaching behind his head, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck, making his face go warm. "Just you..."

Miguel gives you a dazzling smile, standing up and walking to the other side of the bed. He lays behind you in the spoon position, being careful not to press too forcefully against you and hurt your back again. He props himself up on his elbow, looking down at you, running his fingertips across the side of your face, tracing the outline of your body as you squeak out a small yawn.

"Rub my back, please?" You ask, closing your eyes. Miguel nods, sitting up, gesturing for you to reposition so you're on your tummy. You wince again as you lay on your stomach, Miguel positions himself over you so his knees are in between the gaps in your legs, lowering his upper body so he's hovering and careful not to press too much weight onto you.

He brings both hands to your shoulder blades, working his palms into a gentle caress on the skin below. You suck air between your teeth, jerking your head slightly upwards in pain with a whimper.

Miguel tilts his head in concern, "I hurt you?"

You nod a little, pressing your cheek back into the pillow. "It's okay..."

"Pobrecita..." (Poor thing) Miguel murmurs, moving his hands away from that spot for now, working on the other areas of your back.

Miguel's not a stranger to back pain, although his physical ailments he's dealt with are usually few and far between after his transformation into a Spider person. If he is feeling crummy he doesn't need to deal with it for long, thanks to his enhanced ability to heal. The scientist he is, he loved anatomy and studied muscle groups, incorporating it into his trainings and used the knowledge to help him maintain his envious physique. Now, he was transferring what he knew into this moment as he began his massage on your tender back.

He hummed quietly as he worked on you, calloused hands from climbing, webbing, and fighting normally tense and rough handling you as though you were made of glass and paper. Gently kneading, skillfully transferring weight between different parts of his hand, murmuring to you in a sweet tone, checking to make sure you were doing alright, that he wasn't overwhelming you, that he was handling you gently and properly rubbing the muscles without triggering your pain.

Your skin utterly melted under his touch. His hands the brush and your back morphing into something of a canvas. Your chest gently heaved, breaths becoming more relaxed, more content as you just allowed your discomfort to leave you and he soaked it up like a sponge. You could feel the tension and worry being tugged out of your body with each ginger press of his fingers. You could never get over the way this seemingly intimidating man to those who didn't know him seemed to evolve into the biggest sweetheart who wouldn't hurt a fly the moment you entered his orbit.

You were dissipating at this point, your skin and your body rendered to a liquid underneath this man. He stayed silent, save it for his soft murmurs and your gentle purrs of satisfaction. He looked at you when you weren't looking like you were responsible for putting the breath in his lungs, a quiet sense of pride making him feel warm all over when he saw how successful he was at making you feel better. His sweet girl.

When you were fully satisfied with his work and your pain much more manageable, he shifted so he was laying behind you once again. You felt an emptiness when you could no longer sense him above you. "Miggy..."

"I'm here." He reassures. His tone dulcet. "I'm here...." he coos again. Mellifluous, soothing melody that silenced all your fears and put them to sleep. You exhaled as you felt his body press against yours in the bed, making yourself small against him. His strength wrapping you up like a hug.

He pulled you closer to him, a fuzzy feeling running through his veins at the outline of you. A shape he could never get used to, a pattern he became an expert in. Handling and taking care of your body was a job he'd gladly accept and take ownership in. It made him feel special, the way you so trustfully lent yourself to him, though he knew how stubborn you could be. You all but turned to putty in his hands.

He rests his chin in the crook of your neck, letting the silence between you amplify in tranquility when the gentle patter of raindrops begins to beat against the window. He presses soft kiss after kiss into your temple, the plump feeling of his lips on your skin is too sweet to resist. You gently roll over, meeting his kiss and he groans feebly, his turn to become completely helpless under the tenderness of your touch.

You lay there and kiss him, your fingers tangling themselves in his tousled locks, the soft moan you release in his mouth causing him to respond by lightly sliding his tongue into your mouth. You oblige, the kiss deepening, making him sigh. His pleasant noises leaving you with a healthy dose of desire, your pain all but a distant memory at this point.

He pulls away for a moment and you shift your face closer to his, your gazes become intertwined for several intimate moments.

"I love you, you know that....?" you ask softly.

Miguel places a hand on your hips, his thumbs leaving tiny circles, gradually finding residence underneath your hoodie so he can feel your bare skin. His touch sending a tiny pulse of electricity up your spine. He leans in closer, "I sure do, beautiful..."

He plants a kiss in the middle of your forehead. "Te quiero tanto, mi cielo(I love you so much, my sweetheart)..." He murmurs against your skin, the tremor of his voice calming your soul.

"Mi cielo..."(My sweetheart) He presses another kiss, this time on your cheekbone, gently dragging his lips down to yours, a trail of adoration on your face. You lock lips with him again, softly sighing and moaning, both your hands and his all over the other's body, raindrops persistent on the roof of your little apartment, light slowly draining, leaving the sky a murky gray, his lips the only thing keeping you grounded in this moment as your heart stirs alongside his in your cozy bed.

[whimsical-roasting]

Jamie Tartt and the Five Love Language

THERES SO MUCH I COULD SAYYY and special thanks to @caapsiizzereads for helping me brainstorm some of these!! ugh just wanna love on the babyboy so much yknow??

TELL ME IF THERE'S MORE YOU CAN THINK OFFFFF

Words of Affirmations:

HE HAS A PRAISE KINK. ITS LITERALLYYYYYYY CANNON 

Babyboy is so precious…… he knows how it feels not to get kind words, and so he just can’t help but give them out to you

“Woah, babe…your mind..” in a stunned manner when you go off about something you’re passionate about

“You’re everything to me,” he whispers at night as you fall asleep

Has a shared spotify playlist that you both can collab on, and it’s just songs (lyrics) that remind you of each other!! Jamie plays it when he’s heading to away games in the coach, and it makes him feel a bit calmer 

Giving you ALL the praise and dirty talk during sexy time “you’re so fucking beautiful”, “you make me feel so so good” “holy fuck angel” 

Sometimes just stares at you randomly with a goofy look and you’re like ??? what ??? what is it ?? did he realise i’m ugly or my nose is weird or wHAT !!!???!! and he’s just like, “you look like sunshine”, all smitten and shit

Kisses each feature on your body and says “my favourite” to every. single. one.

“I believe in ya!”

Desperately wants to make sure you guys have a couple’s song - something meaningful that describes how he feels about you that he can play for you both… like Sweet Nothings by Taylor Swift/Hearts Don’t Break Around You by Ed Sheeran/Simple Things by Miguel 

Plays that song after fights when the silences are still tender; when you’re drunk and slow dancing in the kitchen at 3am; when you’re getting dressed for a gala, and he’s fixing his hair, and you’re putting on your earrings

“I adore you, sweetheart”, “you look like a pretty flower”, “me heart fuckin sings seeing ya”

Physical Touch:

Absent-mindedly plays with your hair

Nuzzles face into your neck and then peppers kisses on your shoulder

Massages/scratches your scalp cause he knows how good it feels when you do it for him

Traces patterns on your knee and thighs if you sit next to him

Gotta be holding hands at all times

Pinky promises are sacred… probs locks pinkies and then kisses his thumb to “stamp it” 

Slapping his ass as he walks past you, and so he’s always covering his butt, complaining “babeeee you can’t do thattttt”, but then he’ll be all pouty if one day you don’t slap his ass when he walks past… “do you not love me anymore?”

He will randomly come up to you, wrap your arms around you, getting as close as possible and tuck his face between your shoulder and neck, saying that he’s recharging

Always gotta be touching some part of you.. it’s the only way to live tbh

Gift Giving:

Remember when Jamie was like, “can’t I just buy them all PS5s as a sorry??” “what better thing to spend money on than love?“ LMFAOOOO babyboy :”) he means well

The amount of effort he put into Roy’s gift for Uncle’s Day <3 

Jamie would fucking love getting you fancy, expensive gifts around big occasions (birthdays, holidays etc.) 

BUT I think he’d also love getting you smaller gifts like… Sunday morning flowers, or stocking up on different kinds of herbal tea in his kitchen cause he knows sometimes you’re in the mood for a random cuppa on quiet evenings

Personally, someone like me loves cute tea cups/mugs, so I think buying two mugs to keep in his house cause “they’re so cute, and I wanted them for us” would make him so happy!! He doesn’t even use them all that much, but just seeing them in the cupboard makes him smiley

The kind to want matching outfits or colour-coordinated outfits - most def would buy you both matching sneakers (so would Isaac/most of the team with his S/O)

Gets you a ‘J’ gold chain and wears a gold one with your initial 

If he sees some targeted ad on your insta or something for what you’ve searched up he’s like hmmm,,,,,,i might just,,,*add to cart*

Quality Time:

Wants to spend all his time with you!! Ofc he does!!! 

Is happy to just sit in silence, stroking your calves he watches tiktok with your legs on his lap!! Esp if you’re like reading/doing work on your laptop

He just wants to be there yknow? And he tries not to be annoying but the little puppy can’t help but wanna talk and touch and, ultimately, annoy you

Tries to invite you to all his events? “Can me girlfriend come?” 

Even the ones that aren’t for guests, “babeeee, what do ya mean you won’t come to Colin’s guys' night? I swear they’ll be fine with it…probably!!” “can I come to girl’s night with ya? I’ll let you paint me nails…come on.. Pleaseeee?”

Texts you periodically during the night regardless ahahaha

I like the idea of, “hey I gotta drive somewhere, and it’s gonna take me 30 minutes..can you talk?” whilst one of you is in the car and the other’s at home or, I dunno, has some time during their day 

Date nightssssss every two weeks… OR if the season gets busy and he’s also exhausted from Roy’s trainings then SPECIFIC carved out time to be affectionate and date-y

“I’m so sorry, love, I know we had that reservation tonight, but I came home knackered and just crashed…” “Jaim, it’s okay-” “No, no, it’s not! I’m so fucking dead from training I don’t even get to take ya out anymore! What if- what if you wanted a picnic, huh!” “Baby, it’s okay, really.. How about we set up a picnic on the living room floor and order takeout? Something that Roy’ll let you eat, yea?” “I’m so fucking grateful for ya, angel, I swear” 

He always wants you to watch him score a goal on FIFA cause he’s a child ahahaha… probably teaches you how to play and then pouts when you score as Obisanya 

Wants to try out random hobbies with you - sip and paint cause “I’ll have an excuse to draw outta the lines”; knitting cause “Bumbercatch said it’s soothin, babe”; quick dry clay but he makes a big circular lump at first and grins at you “look babe!! I made a football!” 

Acts of Service:

HIM TEACHING ROY HOW TO RIDE A BIKE 

Makes you coffee once he’s back from his 4am training 

Always offers you his jacket/coat

“I know this was stressing ya, babe, so I took care of it”

“Don’t worry, love, I’ve been practising this dish just for you.. I won’t burn it this time, promise”

Late night cravings???? McDonald’s fries and an Oreo Mcflurry?? He’s already slipping on his jacket and finding his keys (imagine how attentive he’d be with your weird ass pregnancy cravings omg)

ALWAYS opens doors for you... Probably yells “WAIT” when in the car with you just so he can jog out and open your door with a grin 

Always down to carry your purse, puts it on his shoulder like it’s HIS despite having his lil bum bag across his chest

Nightime or morning routine, he probs has to get ready before you so he lays out your skincare for you. Probs adds toothpaste on your brush if he hears you getting ready to enter the bathroom

Probably the main one driving everywhere, but if you drive and need to fill up your tank, he’ll be the one to get out and fill it then pay,,, he’s almost offended that you say you’re capable of doing so yourself, “babe, what am I here for?!”

Tries to eat in accordance with your dietary requirements (e.g. I’m vegetarian) if you guys have date night - or he’ll always have like mouthwash and gum so he can kiss ya later without making you feel uncomfortable!!

“Ooh babe, they have the ravioli ya like and the vodka gnocchi!! Okay, you order the ravioli, and I’ll get the gnocchi and we’ll split, yea?” “Hey Jaim, can we order fries too?” “Fuck yea!”

[myobmaya]

Reading Glasses

Description: Rainy days and Steve Harrington. You love your boyfriend but your boyfriend in glasses? Enough said.

Who: Steve Harrington x AFAB! Reader

Warning: Smut, fluff, feelings (?), breeding kink. hand job. P in V sex. Cursing. Did I mention Steve is wearing glasses bc got damn

Lyrics in photo: Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran

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It started raining last night. An overcast head that turned into a light drizzle. You remember falling asleep to the sound of the rain just outside and Steve’s heartbeat just below your ear as you laid on his bare chest.

Now waking up to the soft tumbling rain drops against the window you feel content that it wasn’t the bright sunny morning waking you up for a change. You didn’t have to turn to know Steve was already up for the day. He was the early riser. Taking on a manager role and having to be the one to get the day started you grew accustomed to the empty side of the bed in the mornings.

Yet, it still didn’t ever fill the ever needing void of you wanting to wake up with him beside you and in you.

Trailing out of bed you automatically picked up his shirt from last night and covered your body with it. Undergarments weren’t necessarily as you opted out of them heading straight to the bathroom to brush your teeth. As if the slight limp in your walk wasn’t enough, the marks on your neck were a clear reminder of the long night you had with Steve. You didn’t mind as you pulled the shirt down far enough to see his love assault continued down to your chest. Looks like you’ll be wearing turtle necks to work again this week.

Steve sat in the living room at his desk that was pushed against the corner of the wall. The morning sun didn’t give him much to work with so the small lamp that set upon the desk was in use. It gave him just enough light to see his work in the darkened room. He studied the numbers in front of him as you finished waking up in the bedroom. Since his promotion he prided himself in having work ready the Sunday before his weekly shift began. For once in his career life he felt like he was right where he needed to be and he wanted to keep that feeling for as long as it could be held.

His fingers worked along the paper before flipping a page to make sure things were adding up correctly. Unfortunately for him, they weren’t. Taking the lenses that rested in his nose, Steve took them off to run a frustrated hand through his hair before setting them back on his face. As Steve aged, his sight did as well and a couple years after graduating high school he found himself with glasses.

The man didn’t wear them when he didn’t have too. In fact he only wore them when he was home and doing his reports. It’s not like he needed it when he was on the floor at work sealing new deals, nor did he need them to drive. He never did his end of week reports at the office so he found it more sensible to keep them at his home desk where he knew he could always find them in the same spot every time.

You stood by the doorway just in time to catch him taking what would be his final “look through” from his work. A smile instantly on your face and butterflies erupting in your stomach seeing Steve. He always looked so handsome.

You knew about the rare occasions that he wore them. Something about the way it made him look so domesticated. So soft. How it added something more to him. You openly stated to him how you wished he’d wear them more on more than one occasion that would just lead him to laugh it off.

A few moments passed by and you watched as his eyebrows furrowed before Steve closed the binder pushing it away. An aggravated sigh left him as his hands ran up his face and under his glasses before settling down. He let out a yawn and leaned back with arms outstretched. He looked around the room, doing a double take seeing you.

Happiness replaced his annoyance as he swiveled his chair to face you, keeping his arms open. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he lifted his hand towards you, inviting you over. On que he took a hand into yours and guided you to sit on his lap. Your legs sat behind the back of the chair as he leaned back gazing at you causing a faint shade of red to paint your cheeks. It didn’t matter how long you’ve been together he always managed to make you feel so loved and beautiful by a simple look.

“Sleep okay, sleepyhead?”

“Would have been better to have woken up with you beside me, boss man” You grinned leaning in to give him a quick kiss. Steve sighed nodding in agreement. His eyes glanced over to the paperwork on his desk and you could see the aggravation behind his eyes. You shrugged letting him know you knew what he was doing the whole time you slept in.

“Did you at least get everything figured out? The sales matched up correctly?” Steve hummed out a small reply as you smoothed his hair back. You knew his mannerisms well enough to know he wouldn’t stop going over his work until he felt it was correct.

“You work too hard.”

Steve only shrugged as he looked up at you. A ghost of a smile on his face as he took in the hickies on your neck knowing he left a trail that was hidden under the shirt. You worked to fix the part in his hair back in place. He looked down at your bare legs and could see where he sucked a few hickies on your thighs making his mind remember the noises he got out of you.

You graze your fingertips across his forehead sweeping the hair out of his eyes. He doesn’t say a word as you trail them down his face and right over the side of his glasses until they’re resting on the back of his head. Giving him a few light scratches that cause a smile to grace his face.

You didn’t pay too much attention to the way his fingers began to run up and your thighs. One of Steve’s love languages was touch so it was almost second nature for you to constantly feel him. Steve stared down at your legs aimlessly tracing the marks he left, “I work to provide a future for you. For me. For our family”

The family talk was one you and Steve have had. You knew he wanted children so the topic wasn’t a stranger to you. Still, every time he brought it up it was always a reminder to you that you both were growing older and the time would be getting closer. You took the opportunity seeing his focus still on your lap kissed his forehead. “Family you say?“

Steve’s eyes were now focused on where his shirt ended on your upper thigh. He had his suspicions you weren’t wearing panties but when he casually flipped the material up and saw your bare mane his question was answered. The intention to have a repeat of the night prior wasn’t initially there. Yet, Steve could never get enough of you.

“Yeah I want nothing more than to come home,” he looked up at you and kissed you lightly. “See you with a swollen bump,” his nose trailed down to your neck and peppered kisses down it. “Knowing everyone that sees you,” he made his way to your ear and his tongue took the lobe into his mouth. “Knows it’s was me,” he released it and turned your head over so he could suck on the back of your ear. “That filled you up.”

You both know where this is heading and you happily continue it on as he grows confident in his assault across your neck. You grip his sweater in your hands and take it off of him meeting your cold hands with his warm chest.

“I think you did enough of that last night, Mr. Harrington,” you bite your lip leaning forward and placing a kiss on his chest. His hands move from the back of your waist to your hips as he adjusts himself below you. His legs spread wider causing you to feel the effect you have on him against your bare core as you tighten your hold on him.

“Mhmmm,” Steve groaned out. “I think filling you up with my cum one more time will really get my point a across.”

Your hands find the waistband of his sweats and grip him. He feels you smile against his collarbone when he lets out a groan. His grip tightens and you’re sure a bruise will be there by morning but you don’t care. Your thumb sweeps over his tip and you pull him out of pants. Steve breathes heavily as you look up at him through your lashes keeping him in your hand.

Your eyes never leave as you give him a smile. Steve swears you could be a glimpse into Heaven from the way his desk light shines from behind you giving you an innocent shadow despite the sinful things you’re about to him. Gathering saliva from your mouth you keep eye contact as you spit on his cock. Steve’s eyes scrunch up and his head rolls back as you pump him gathering your spit to spread across his hard on.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Steve moans out. He runs a hand through already messy hair pulling on the ends as he watches your hand on him. Your thumb runs across the dribble of precum leaking down his tip, slicking him up. After a few more pumps you lift your hips and run the head of his cock up and down your slit making him feel how wet you are

Keeping the base of his cock steady you fill yourself up with him and settle back down hearing Steve let out a stream of curses. “Feel s’good,” he mumbles out lifting the shirt up to your hips to see you taking him fully. You stay like that for a few moments knowing just how much he loves to see you stuffed full of him.

“I want you to put a baby in me, Steve,” you give him a longing kiss making sure to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip. You move your hips forward and Steve gives you a whiney moan. His hands guide you up and you’re back down on him setting a pace that makes you both cry at the pleasure.

He takes the shirt off your body and throws it across the room. Something falls in the distance but neither of you care to give any attention to it the moment his mouth is on your chest. You grind yourself down on him relieving some pressure your clit was aching for. His tongue circles around your nipple. He sucks on it then releases it with a blow of his mouth causing yo hot let out a delicious moan.

Steve hears the hiccup of your breath and the way your stomach starts to contort in the way that lets him know you’re close. He sucks his fingers in his mouth getting them nice and wet and places them right beneath where you meet.

“Fuck,” you stutter out as his finger moves your clit. Steve groans feeling himself about to lose it just watching the way you fuck yourself down on him.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Milk this cock. It’s all for you.”

He encourages you taking your nipple back in his mouth nodding his head. You close your eyes feeling your body catch up to all the sensations overtaking you.

Steve keeps his hand on your core and takes his other hand to smack your ass. Your fingertips dig into his shoulder and leaving angry red crescent marks. You don’t care. Steve doesn’t care. All that he wants is for you to come all over him.

“I need you to come, sweetheart,” Steve is practically begging now. “Cream this fucking cock so I can cum in you.” Steve watches as your jaw goes slack and your head tosses back. You don’t get a chance to lose your pace because Steve’s hands are right there to continue it so your pleasure can hit you full force. “Let me come inside that pretty pussy.” The coil in your stomach snaps and you’re crying out as he helps you ride through your orgasm.

Watching you in such a beautiful messy state Steve feels himself contract and as you’re coming down from your high he’s reaching his. You feel him paint your walls white and take the opportunity to help him ride our his finish.

“Fuck, honey,” Steve whimpers out as he fights to catch his breath. You both let out one final moan as you grind down on him one last time and crash against his chest. His arms wrap around you as you feel the sweat of him against your cheek but you don’t care.

He stays inside of you as he lazily traces circles on your back as you both come down to earth. Your eyes search the room and fall on some newspapers scattered on the floor. A giggle leaves you and Steve lets out a hiss feeling you tighten around him. It causes you to laugh harder and he’s laughing now knowing you know what you’re doing.

“You threw my shirt like a baseball,” you tease him nudging towards the papers on the floor. Steve kisses the top of your head and rolls his eyes.

“Wasn’t a problem when I had-“

You raise your head and smack his chest preventing him from finishing that sentence. He’s laughing again and so are you. After a few moment the laughter stops and all that’s heard is the gloomy weather outside. Steve quietly says your name and you look at him. He has a guilty look on his face and before you can even question him he gives you a sad smile.

“I’ll do better.” You give him a confused look but he just kisses you. “I want to wake up with you. I’m sorry I don’t. I’ll work on it, sweetheart. I promise.”

You only nod and give him a hopeful smile knowing that Steve Harrington is a man of his word. Wordlessly, you gently take the glasses from his eyes and set them on his desk. Happiness spreads throughout your chest seeing his bare eyes. You loved him in glasses, but his bare face was always a win. He presses your head against his neck as you watch the rain continue it’s mark on the windows. Before you know it your eyes are heavy and you fall asleep there with him still inside of you.

When you wake up again a few hours later you’re in your bed. Marks are on your body. The phantom feeling of your lover is still inside of you. And the rain is still falling. It’s almost as if it’s deja vu. Except this time, the other side of the bed is filled and Steve Harrington is sound asleep beside you.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

can you make one with matt murdock where they're good friends but one night they're drinking and having fun and then the reader kiss him but when they making out he ends up saying someone else name and the reader leaves, later on they talk and reader apologizes for misreading their relationship and continue to be friends but theres tension in it until bradley finally admits that he likes her and he try to make up for all the time lost

~Friends Don't Treat Me Like You Do~

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: none really, embarrassment?? Alcohol consumption, mentions of injuries (nothing major)

Genre: mostly fluff very minor angst

Summary: You've had a crush on your friend for a very long time and when you finally make your move it goes terribly wrong; And that's why friends should sleep in other beds // and friends shouldn't kiss me like you do ... // my friends won't love me like you - Friends by Ed Sheeran

A/N: I know it's a typo of some sort but it's sending me to the moon that the name Bradley is jus thrown into this ask cuz I can't even figure out what it's replacing lmaoooo anyway thank you for requesting! I hope you like it anon! :3 (also I didn't edit this plz be nice)

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Your friendship with Matt Murdock is in some ways rather unconventional. You've been friends for many years, but these days most of your interactions consist of him stumbling over to your apartment at odd hours covered in bruises you don't ask about- not because you don't want to know but because you're pretty certain you've guessed it and you're not sure what acknowledging it would mean. So you don't ask, instead, you give him food, and tend to his wounds, and talk to him about whatever comes to mind until he inevitably falls asleep on your couch for a few hours and sneaks out early enough to go back to his place for his day job as a defense attorney with his two friends. Both of whom you'd consider friends- although not nearly as close as you are with Matt.

Tonight Matt's invited you over to his place. Apparently, he's been feeling a bit guilty that most of the time you've spent together in recent days has been just him coming over in the middle of the night. As if you'd ever actually be annoyed with taking care of your friend. Your friend you feel for more than he can ever know. Still, he insisted you come over for dinner so you did, he ordered your favorite from a takeout place near his place and now you're eating and drinking wine you brought along with you. Well, you're drinking wine, Matt's been helping himself to the beers filling his fridge.

"Whenever you come over I do all that talking Matty so today you can do the talking this time. Tell me what you've been getting up to lately." You tell him once you've covered asking each other how your day was.

"I don't do anything interesting y/n- I go to work, spend all day reading or writing lengthy opening statements or discussing things with Foggy and our clients until ungodly hours according to Karen. Sometimes they drag me out to Josie's but- there's really nothing I 'get up to' and you know that."

"Why do you do that?" You frown.

"What?"

"Make yourself seem so dull when you're not."

"Excuse me?"

"I've known you for a long time Matt and I can't think of single period of our lives where you had nothing interesting going on and yet you always talk about yourself as if you're the color beige personified. It's like you're worried that if people think you're too interesting they'll," you trail for a moment "find out something."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing in particular. You're just way more interesting than you want people to think. For some reason."

"And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"You're not exactly an open book either."

"You got something to ask me about Matty?"

"No." He shakes his head. You stare at him for a long moment.

"We should play a game!" You announce.

"I don't really- have games?" Matt says.

"There are tons of games that don't require having anything Matt we just have to pick one."

"Like what?"

"We can play 20 questions- the right way, last letter first letter, I'm not a fan of Ghost but we can do that too, or word replacement- to name a few."

"I'm- not familiar with those besides 20 questions?"

"Well, last letter first letter you pick a category and we name items except the last letter of one item has to be the first letter of the next one so like if we're naming office supplies and I say stapler you'd say something like ruler. And Ghost is a spelling game, kinda like hot potato meets Horse the basketball game- so like you take turns spelling a word and you don't wanna be the one who finishes the word- if you do then you get a letter from the word ghost- first person to finish ghost loses. And then word replacement is just a silly game where you pick a movie or show title and change one of the words to the silliest thing you can think of." You explain quickly.

"Let's do the title one. Requires the least amount of thinking and I don't have to compete with you." He says.

"Then I'll start. Fast and Constipated." You giggle.

"Fast and Constipated!?" Matt's laugh is incredulous.

"Yeah, fast and furious but not so fun."

"Okay um- John Tucker Must... Juggle."

"That's way less fun than him dying." You laugh.

"True."

"What a Chupacabra wants."

"Goats- obviously."

"Shut up." You giggle.

"Now you- resent me 2."

"Oh that's- why would you say that?" You chuckle.

"I dunno I'm too drunk to think of movies." He mutters.

"All I've got are rom-coms in my head and those titles are not nearly as fun to fuck with. Two weeks- paleontologist?" 

"Paleontologist!? What movie was that even supposed to be?"

"Two weeks notice. Duh."

"I don't think I know that one." He frowns.

"It's about a woman who ends up working as the PA for some rich businessman when she tries to protest something he's trying to build- I forget the details but he turns out to be a giant useless manchild and when he disrupts her personal life for something frivolous she tries to quit but somehow they fall in love or whatever. It's been a while since I've watched it honestly." You shrug.

"Rom-coms are such a curious collection of movies."

"True but that one is pretty average compared to some others I've seen."

"Do you watch a lot of them?"

"I like to laugh at them mostly." You say. "You know what's a weird one? The Notebook."

"Is that not like- a classic?"

"I mean yeah but like the guy gets the girl to go on a date with him by dangling off of a moving ferris wheel."

"And that works?"

"Somehow! I mean I guess she didn't wanna feel responsible for him dropping himself off the wheel in front of an audience but I dunno it seems like he was just looking for reasons to die in that movie." You explain. "Although I never finished that movie maybe he does die. Except then it wouldn't be a rom-com I guess. It would be more tragedy, like in the Shakespearean sense."

"You are always somewhere else." Matt laughs.

"Not always! Oh! I brought that CD you wanted to borrow. We should play it." You sit up suddenly and grab your backpack.

"Are you sure all you've had is that bottle of wine?" Matt asks sitting up slowly from where he's laying on the floor.

"Where's your player?" You ignore his question.

"Should be in the bookcase." He waves absentmindedly.

"Do you want another beer while I'm up?" You ask walking over to the radio to pop the CD.

"Nah. I'm good thanks." He says. Music fills the apartment, and you can't help but sing along to the upbeat tune from Matt's CD player. You dance, well mostly spin, around the apartment giggling as you go.

"Are you dancing?" Matt turns towards you with a smile on his face although you're not looking at him.

"Of course I am- I love this song. Do you wanna dance with me?" You ask walking towards him, still dancing but less now so you can get where you're going.

"No no- I'll leave the dancing to you." Matt says before you make it all the way over to where he's sitting on the floor.

"Suit yourself." You shrug but when you attempt to change directions you trip on your backpack still on the floor and go tumbling towards the ground. Matt moves quicker than you'd expect for a blind guy off several beers but his arms shoot out and yank you towards him before your head hits the hardwood.

"Careful y/n." He says softly as he settles you into his lap.

"Do I need to be if you're here?" You joke smiling at him as you toss your arms over his shoulders.

"Y/n-" Matt's tone is warning in a way only he could get away with using on you.

"Relax Matty, I know to look after myself." You say quietly. Matt frowns slightly as if he's going to protest, but you don't let him get the words out. Alcohol coursing through your system, you seize the opportunity of his closeness and kiss him before you can talk yourself out of it. Matt lets out a noise of surprise, he heard your heart rate spike sure but he couldn't have guessed this was why. His lips move against yours for a second before something catches his attention and he's gasping out a name. Except, it's not your name.

"Karen." He breathes and it reaches your ears like a bucket of ice water dumped on your head. You jerk back suddenly.

"Oh my god-" You say scrambling out of his lap. "I- I am so sorry. I'm gonna go." You grab your bag and b-line it for the exit before Matt can even get to his feet.

"H-hang on a second y/n I-"

"I'll- I'll see you around Matt." You force yourself to say before leaving his apartment. You feel sharper than the amount of wine you've had should allow as you walk the few blocks to your place. Only once you're back in the safety of your own home do you let yourself wallow over how absolutely embarrassing that was. You might have just ruined one of the most important relationships in your life only for him to call out for another girl. You stumble into the shower in hopes of washing away some of the embarrassment you feel, or at the very least distracting yourself enough that you can shelf it and get some sleep. You spend hours tossing and replaying the moment excruciatingly but eventually, exhausting wins out and you do fall asleep. The next couple of days you pretty much ignore Matt's calls and texts. You really bury yourself in work to avoid dwelling on that awful night but you know you can't dodge him forever. Evidently, two days is as much as Matt's willing to give you to do so because on day 3 of avoidance he comes knocking at your door late at night as he sometimes does.

"Look- I know you've been avoiding me and all but-"

"Whatever you're gonna say Matt no need. I'm sorry I overstepped, I- I totally misread things the other night but hey- alcohol will do that sometimes. I'm sorry. We're good though. I'm good. I just needed a minute to lick my wounds of embarrassment. Everything's fine. Come on let's see the damage tonight hm?" You lead him into your apartment ignoring the confused look on his face. You let yourself settle back into your routine with him, patching him up, giving him food, getting him up to speed on the last couple of days of your life, telling stories, and just talking until he falls asleep on your couch. You're determined to shake this stupid crush of yours off and go back to the way things have always been between you. And if you're gonna shake this crush step one is putting yourself out there. Which you do, and for the next few weeks you find yourself on dates almost every night. Tonight's date is going surprisingly well all things considered. He'd planned to take you somewhere that ended up being closed after a freak accident the other day that he didn't know about. It was around the corner from Josie's so you brought him here instead and the conversation has been well worth it- even in a place like this. The one downside is that it's Friday and Foggy and Karen usually drag Matt here for drinks on Friday. You had hoped they'd skip out on that tonight but you of course could only be so lucky. When the bell over the door rings and you turn to see Karen leading Matt into the bar with Foggy behind them you almost want to groan. Dating has been nice but seeing Karen and Matt so close is like picking a scab. You turn back to your date with a smile, intent on ignoring the trio, except of course it couldn't be that simple.

"Oh my gosh! Y/n! Hey!" Karen beams at you.

"Karen! Hi! Foggy, Matt, good to see you all." You smile.

"You didn't tell us you'd be here tonight." She says.

"Well I didn't plan on it otherwise of course I'd have let you know." You tell her. "James this is Karen and that's Foggy and Matt. They're friends of mine. They all work together we've- kind of crashed their spot tonight." You tell your date.

"Oh! Well, any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Nice to meet y'all." James shakes each of their hands. "Did you guys- wanna join us? Since it's pretty crowded in here you might not find another table."

"That's so nice of you James!" Karen says. Very nice indeed.

"I'll track down some chairs." Foggy says. You shift your seat closer to James to make room at the table since apparently they'll be joining you. You try not to pay too much attention to Matt's silence as everyone settles around the table.

"So y/n, you told James how we know you but you didn't mention how you know James. Are you guys work colleagues or something?"

"We have a mutual friend that set us up." James offers.

"Oh my gosh! We're crashing a date?! Why didn't you say so?" Karen shakes her head.

"No no no don't even worry about it, we've been here a couple of hours already. I invited you to sit with us so the night could go on." He says.

"Asking me, also would have worked." You smile.

"You guys are just the cutest." Karen sighs.

"I'm guessing this is a first date since- y/n's never mentioned you before." Matt says.

"It is. Not that I have to tell you about every guy I see." You say.

"You tell me everything." He scoffs.

"That's not true and even if it were that doesn't change the fact that I don't have to."

"So you keep things from me?"

"Am I missing something?" James chuckles.

"Matt and y/n have been friends since they were teenagers. They fight like they're siblings sometimes." Foggy explains.

"Sorry about that James. Matt's just-"

"Like a brother- I get it. I have siblings so I definitely know what it's like." He nods.

"Exactly." You smile.

"Like a brother." Matt quirks an eyebrow at you.

"As good a way as any to describe us." You nod. Matt hums and raises his glass to his lips without another word. The five of you sit and talk over drinks for another hour before you're ready to leave and James is happy to walk you out.

"I had a lot of fun tonight." He tells you.

"Even with the date crashers?" You ask with a goofy grimace.

"Heck yeah! Your friends are great." He laughs. "Next time I'll have my friends crash us. How about that?"

"Next time?"

"If you're willing. I'd really like to see you again."

"I- I'd like that." You nod.

"Cool. I'll- start coming up with second date ideas."

"Hopefully this time the place you pick doesn't impromptu have an incident." You laugh.

"I will quadruple check." He tells you. When you reach your block, but not your building, you stop and turn to him.

"Sounds good. I'll see you around James." You smile. He leans forward and kisses your cheek softly.

"Goodnight y/n." He says and walks away. You make it up to your apartment, kick off your shoes, and take a long shower. You enjoyed talking to James and you actually are interested in seeing him again for sure. Soon you're showered and pajamaed and pretty much ready for bed but before you can flop into it there's a knock at your door. Who could be knocking on your door right now? A quick check shows you it's Matt standing in your hallway.

"Matthew?" You open the door with a frown.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Well- right now I'm wondering what you're doing in my apartment."

"Like a brother to you?! Seriously? Last time I checked most people don't make out with their brothers."

"Depends on where you are I suppose." You shrug. "But regardless Matt that was a mistake we both know that." You shake your head.

"A mistake? Is that how you feel about it?"

"How I- I'm sorry did you forget calling out Karen's name while I was kissing you?! Cuz I've been trying to so if you've got tips to share on how that'd be great."

"Goddammit y/n." He sighs dropping his head.

"Matt you really should go. I know you worry or whatever but- James is, nice and it's late I'd like to go to bed."

"Screw James." Matt scoffs.

"Um- it was only our first date- you're skipping a few steps."

"That is not what I- it's like you do this on purpose."

"What are you doing here Matt?" You sigh. 

"I don't like you dating him. I don't like you dating anyone for that matter. How could you kiss me like that and just... move on like nothing?"

"I dunno it's pretty easy when you call me the wrong name." You say.

"That was not what you think."

"I'm sure."

"It wasn't y/n. I'm serious. I could-" Matt stops and lets out a breath. "I'm Daredevil." He says.

"I know." You nod.

"What? You know?"

"You come in here at the witching hour every few days covered in bruises Matt how many explanations could there possibly be for that?" You roll your eyes.

"You never asked."

"I figured you'd tell me when you were ready." You shrug. "Why tell me now?"

"Since I can't see- my other senses make up for the loss. They're like- very developed. I heard Karen scream somewhere in Hell's Kitchen, she sounded like she was in trouble that's- that's why I called out her name. I thought maybe one of Daredevil's many enemies managed to connect her to me. It wouldn't be the first time, I'm always listening for her and Foggy these days and I just-"

"Well was she in danger?" You ask.

"Nightmare." He mutters. "But by the time I pieced that together you were gone."

"Of course I was. Having a man say someone else's name when you kiss him is not something that encourages-" Matt cuts off your snarky remark by cupping your face in his hands and kissing you. You react quickly, kissing him back, your hands wrapping around his wrists. By the time you pull away from him, you're breathing heavily.

"I'm in love with you. I have been for as long as I can remember. I'm sorry I wasn't clear about it." He says.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Well in my defense I've spent the last few weeks trying to get over you-" Matt kisses you again, hard, possessive, fiery.

"Don't." He says.

"Obviously." You grab the collar of his shirt and kiss him again. You spent years thinking you'd never get to kiss him, now that you know the truth you fully intend to take advantage and Matt has years of pining he wants to make up for.

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[hellish-hyperfixation]

valentines day kisses | bang chan x male reader

You and Chan had been dating for quite some time now, and you felt it was the right moment to reveal your relationship to the public.

requested

word count: 700

reblogs and comments are always appreciated^^

a/n: it's pretty short.. and only for Chan, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless:)

Once in a blue moon, Chan would bring you along to his lives, as a treat to both himself and his viewers. As far as they knew, you were a friend from outside of the K-pop industry, and that was beyond exciting for them. Of course, he knew better. To him, you were his wonderful boyfriend, and bringing you along was simply one of the best ways of spending time with you while working.

This particular live was on Valentine’s day, and you had prepared a little surprise for him. Since your three year anniversary being together, Chan had brought up the idea of going public with your relationship a couple times. Over the course of a few months, with much discussion and deliberation with all the other Stray Kids members and the company (he still had duties to fulfill as a leader as much as he did as your boyfriend, after all), he decided that he was ready to come clean to the public whenever you were.

With this in mind, you decided that Valentine's day was the best time to make it happen. You watched as Chan read through comments and responded to few, warming people up for the stream. He sat at the edge of his bed (the bed the both of you were asleep on less than an hour ago), gesturing and chattering animatedly. You sat on a chair at his desk behind the camera, waiting for—

“—and today, I’ve brought along a special guest!”

Your cue. 

“Hello, everyone! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You gave your typical greeting as you popped your head into the vicinity of the camera. You sat on the bed next to Chan as he scooted over to make you more space, purposefully sitting close enough to leave little to no room between your bodies. To add to the close proximity, you threw your arm around his shoulder and placed your chin on his shoulder to look at the small screen of his phone together. If Chan went quieter than usual, nobody seemed to notice as the chat filled with greetings for you, which you returned. 

The livestream went on as usual, Chan recommending songs, then you, then taking some requests from Stay, with banter and chatting in between. Only was it about halfway through that the tone shifted. 

“That was ‘Nothing’ by Bruno Major! Definitely a go-to for Valentine’s day. I think it’s your turn to choose a song now, no?” Chan glanced over to you, pink dusting his cheeks at how close your faces had gotten. Your lips curled up to form a cheshire grin. 

“How about ‘Kiss Me’ by Ed Sheeran?” 

“I’m not sure if I’ve heard of that one before… Let’s hear it!” He didn’t seem to suspect anything as he searched for the song, and you took the opportunity of him looking down at his phone to wink at the camera. 

Settle down with me

Cover me upCuddle with me

Lie down with me, yeah

“Oh, it’s this song!” His eyes lit up with recognition as he began to sing along. 

“And your heart's against my chest, Your lips pressed to my neck”

“I'm falling for your eyes, But they don't know me yet”

And your plan was unraveling perfectly.

“And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now”

“Kiss me like you wanna be loved”

Before he could even begin to sing the next line, you leaned in and planted the lightest peck on his cheek — hardly more than a brush of your lips against skin — and pulled back just as quickly. Chan whipped his head around to look at you, eyes wide and lips parted slightly. You merely grinned in response to the shock and leaned in to kiss him once more — only this time on the lips. When you tried to pull away, Chan’s lips chased after yours.

When he finally pulled away, he was flushed and smiling wide. 

“That’s why you were being so suspicious!” He exclaimed, hiding his face in his hands. The red on the tips of his ears was still visible. Adorable. 

It was safe to say, after the stream ended, more kisses were shared. 

[justwritedreams]

Blankets | Chanyeol

Chanyeol x Reader

Word count: 1.781 Genre: fluff, smut Author: maari  Warnings: Sex, Chanyeol is kinda horny lol MINORS DO NOT INTERACT this is a 18+ story Note: This is really the smut I'm most proud to have written so far. I wrote listening to give me love by ed sheeran Request: can I request for a Chanyeol smut (soft vanilla sex on a rainy day) kinda theme 

⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N opened the door with a huge smile, she knew who it was even before she saw it, she knew the ring on the bell that only her boyfriend did.

She saw her boyfriend smirk before taking a step towards her and shaking his head from side to side, causing the remnants of water in his hair to land on her face, and she put her hand up to stop it.

"Park, don't do it like that!" she said, trying her best not to laugh but seeing his face turn into a pout, it was practically impossible.

"I'm not Park to you." he complained, stopping shaking his hair and closing the door behind him, he took off his shoes while still looking at his girlfriend. "I'm baby, love, sweetie, even yoda. Except Park."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head, not only was he serious but his expression was also serious.

“Okay, babe.”

"That's better." he smiled slightly and reached over to cup her face with one hand, which practically took her entire face, and kissed her softly.

"So is it raining a lot outside?" she asked as soon as he pulled away, feeling his icy lips as well as the tip of his nose.

"It's starting." he replied as he took off the thick coat he was wearing.

"Come on, I'm going to make you some hot chocolate to warm you up." she said, holding out her hand for him to take.

"I know a more efficient way to warm up." he raised his eyebrow and smirked, holding her hand.

Y/N frowned, looking at him in disbelief.

"Can't you settle down for a minute?" she asked in disbelief and heard him chuckle.

"I was talking about blankets!" he defended himself and Y/N stopped to narrow her eyes.

She knew her boyfriend very well.

“Yeah, right.”

Chanyeol continued laughing and took the opportunity to hug his girlfriend from behind as they went to the kitchen.

While she made hot chocolate, they talked about their jobs. And after enjoying the hot chocolate while still in a lively conversation, Chanyeol went back to the living room while Y/N went to get a blanket to share while watching tv.

He was already waiting for her on the couch and held out his arms for her to sit hugging him, Y/N didn't think twice about doing this and covered her own body and Chanyeol's with the blanket while burying her face in his torso.

She smiled as she felt him wrap around her waist, she was practically being crushed by her boyfriend's embrace but that didn't matter because smelling the perfume and feeling the heat of his body was enough.

Whatever movie was playing on tv wasn't getting the attention it deserved from either of them.

Y/N was too busy feeling her boyfriend's heavy breathing as he directed a hand inside the blouse she was wearing, he smirked as he felt her skin tingle between his fingers and Y/N released the breath she was holding when noticing that his fingers were against the clasp of her bra.

"I still know how to take my clothes off, you know." she spoke softly, Chanyeol's free hand was making an almost imperceptible caress on the bone of her waist.

"But I do it so much better." he spoke low, in the same tone as her.

Y/N had to close her eyes when she heard his deep voice so husky.

She bit her lower lip as he undid the clasp on her bra and his fingers played with the patch of skin.

It didn't matter what the temperature of the air conditioner was, the living room started to get a lot hotter.

"Come on, baby." he whined. "Just look at me."

She swallowed hard because she already knew what Chanyeol's eyes would do to her but even so, she opened her eyes and turned her head to face him.

His eyes were fixed on her and the hand that was on her waist went up to her face, making a soft caress on her cheek, he seemed to want to record every detail of her face, although he knew every inch.

Chanyeol's dark eyes were like a black hole that pulled Y/N closer and like a magnet, their lips moved closer together.

She sighed with the contact of his soft lips and her heart accelerated even more, Chanyeol took the opportunity to use the hand that was on her face to position her head to the side and deepen the kiss a little more without losing the sensual and slow rhythm that made her head spin.

His kiss was addictive and it didn't seem to be enough, not when Y/N's hands went to his strong shoulders and she realized the sweater he was wearing was getting in the way.

She was lifting her trunk so she could sit on his lap when Chanyeol broke the kiss, making her look at him confused. He pressed his nose to hers and made an Eskimo kissing motion, eliciting a discreet smile from her.

"Let's go to the room." he whispered, looking at her.

Y/N frowned. The boyfriend never minded having sex on the couch, in fact he loved it.

She nodded and before she could do anything, Chanyeol had her in his arms, getting up from the couch and carrying her as if she weighed nothing.

She laughed and rested her hands on the back of his neck, Chanyeol had a different sparkle in his eyes.

He didn't let her say anything and went back to kissing her with a little more intensity, she responded with the same desire as she was carried to the bedroom.

Gently, as their tongues met, Chanyeol placed her on the bed and positioned himself on top of her slowly, their tastes mingled and Y/N's hands did the work of ruffling the boyfriend's hair.

She laid down on the bed and brought Chanyeol with her, she needed to feel his body glued to hers and already without air they separated.

One more intense exchange of glances ensued before he started kissing her face, first the tip of her nose, then her chin, followed by her cheek, her eye and finally her forehead.

She smiled completely silly in love as she brought her hands to the back of his neck, caressing the skin.

When he pulled away, he raised his arms and she got the message, taking the opportunity to remove that sweater at once.

As soon as she did, her eyes were lost on Chanyeol's torso as her fingers caressed her boyfriend's skin, which contracted at the touch.

Taking her face in his wide, warm hands, he began another kiss. A little faster this time as her hands roamed the length of his broad back.

The kiss didn't last long as both of their breathing was ragged, he directed the kiss to Y/N's neck who dropped her head to the side, giving him full access.

But Chanyeol was having difficulty with the collar of her shirt, even pushing it away with his hands he couldn't reach the point he wanted.

So before he ended up tearing it, as he had already done a few times without meaning to, he reached for the hem of her blouse and pulled. Y/N helped and felt her body tremble and heat even more at the same time when she saw Chanyeol's eyes completely mesmerized by the crooked way her open bra was covering her breasts.

Chanyeol hugged her and buried his face between her breasts, distributing short kisses over her warm skin and Y/N just sighed loudly as her hands went back to his hair, this time pulling every time she felt his wet lips place kisses on each inch of her bust. Until the bra was no longer an impediment, as he took it off.

He thought it was cute how he could feel how fast his girlfriend's heart was beating, because he was no different, he felt like a volcano about to erupt.

He kissed every inch of her body, hearing her moan softly as he removed every piece of clothing that would get in the way of contemplating the sight of her bare in front of him. So beautiful and pure.

Y/N felt her cheeks burn when she saw him looking at her so intensely, as if he was drunk with love, so she took the opportunity to take his clothes off too.

When nothing else stood in the way of their bodies finally being together in the most intimate way possible, they wasted no time. Chanyeol rested his elbows around Y/N's head as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She closed her eyes tightly and scratched the skin on his back as Chanyeol entered her slowly, he groaned hoarsely close to her ear when he felt how hot and wet she was. She pulsed for him.

They created their own rhythm, sensual and slow in exactly the same way they started that night as they began to exchange love vows and low moans.

Y/N even bit Chanyeol's shoulder when he refused to pick up speed but forced him after contracting her muscle inside, that's what he needed to grant her request.

The sound of skins clashing together was addictive and the combo of Chanyeol's husky voice speaking in Y/N's ear was enough to knock the air out of her lungs and make the familiar knot in her lower abdomen appear sooner than she wanted.

She wanted him to go on all night. Sex with him was wonderful but making love was even better.

But she knew it wouldn't last long, so she brought her mouth to his ear and started moaning, making him take one of his hands to her waist and squeeze the place tightly while closing his eyes.

Sweaty and out of breath, Y/N laid her face against his shoulder just as the peak hit her like a hard wave and she rolled her eyes in pure pleasure as he continued thrusting to reach his own peak.

Chanyeol groaned when that happened and let his body fall over hers, taking a deep breath.

Partially recovered, he lifted his head and saw Y/N smile widely at him, Chanyeol then kissed her once more sweetly.

"See? I said my method was more efficient."

"I thought you said you were talking about the blanket." Y/N raised an eyebrow and he shrugged.

"And I was." he nodded towards the bed, making Y/N look.

They'd had sex on top of the blanket laid out on her bed.

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

🌸 Hold me in your arms… 🌸

✎ Pairing: Chan x reader

✎ Genre: Fluff / Romance / Song-fic

✎ Summary: After years of stolen glances and undisclosed desires, something finally happens between you and Chan after a show.

✎ CW: Quick mention of being in a crowd of people, Ed Sheeran music 💀

✎ Word count: 977

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With a tight grip on your wrist, your friend guides you through the crowd at the end of a Stray Kids concert. Hundreds of people push in different directions, headed for the exits, but you’re headed backstage.

Felix was one of your best friends growing up, and you haven't seen him or his new best friends in what seems like ages. You loved all of them, but you've had a huge crush on Bang Chan for the longest time.

You finally make it out of the sea of people and navigate to the hallway where Felix said a security guard would take you and your friends back. You find the man without much trouble, and you’re directed into a small-ish room filled with the sweaty post-show performers and some miscellaneous furniture. For some reason, an old Ed Sheeran album is playing from some speakers on the far side of the room.

Your friends head over toward Felix but you make your way to the small loveseat, where Chan seems to be headed, too.

He sits down first, placing his hands next to his legs. As you lower yourself onto the couch, Chan’s hand accidentally brushes against your thigh. Both of you blush almost immediately.

Your stare is just long enough for you to briefly examine his dark eyes before you turn your heads down to your respective laps. You try to hide your growing smile and refocus your attention on the rest of the room.

The group conversation carries on steadily. You discuss their tour, how everything's going with the new album, and reminisce on memories from your childhood and years before. Through all of this, you and Chan have small seconds of contact: his arm against yours, his hand against your arm, your hand on his knee, his hand on yours.

The conversation slowly dies and smaller groups branch off to discuss who knows what. You and Chan continue to sit in your original spots in comfortable silence, with his thumb lightly massaging the top of your right hand.

Then the next song comes on. It’s a romantic one you loved as a teen. You immediately feel a shift in the air around you, and it’s clear Chan does too. His thumb stops massaging the back of your hand, and he’s looking at you timidly.

Settle down with me. Cover me up, cuddle me in.

You look at each other more intently now. From a distance, the dark brown of his irises can almost appear completely black, blending in with his pupils. But this close to him, you can make out the different shades of deep brown.

Lie down with me.

Chan swallows deeply. You see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat, almost in slow motion. He sees your eyes move down for just a second. He blushes and a small smile forms on his lips. He's so beautiful.

And hold me in your arms.

Chan’s thumb restarts the circular motion on the top of your hand. You turn your upper body to face him and he does the same. This moment seems so intimate, so fantastic. How can no one else in the room feel this?

And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck.

Chan runs his left hand up and back down your right arm; goosebumps rise there immediately. His right hand moves towards your face, but hovers just above your skin. You close the distance so his fingertips lightly brush your cheek. His touch is electrifying.

I’m falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet.

You take a quick, deep breath to steady yourself. At that moment, Chan seems to realize that he hasn't been breathing at all and takes a deep, shuddering breath. You try and fail to hold back a smile.

Eyes intently watching your face, Chan moves his right thumb across your cheek and pushes some stray hair behind your ear. His left hand moves toward the middle of your back, pulling you closer. It feels like there's no one else in the room, the building, the Earth; just you two.

And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now.

Your arms quickly and smoothly slide to his chest, resting just under his collarbones. Chan runs his right hand back across your cheek, resting it right under your left ear. His thumb traces back and forth right above your jawline.

He tilts his head down so his forehead touches yours. His mouth is so close — you can feel his warm breath on your lips.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved.

Your lips barely touch, but Chan leans in to maintain contact. It's sweet and still for a few seconds until you lower your jaw, parting your lips to give him access to your mouth. He eagerly accepts.

This feels like falling in love, falling in love.

Your lips move together slowly, settling into a rhythm. Everything fades away. You can only hear the music and Chan’s heartbeat. Or is that yours? Probably both. You can't concentrate on anything other than his lips. They're so soft, so perfect. He's so perfect.

The kiss doesn't last long in reality, but it feels like a hundred years have passed since you sat down on that couch. With one last peck, you pull back, eyes still shut tight.

You take a deep breath and slowly open your eyes. They meet Chan’s instantly. He rubs your cheek once more, and the most beautiful, genuine, excited, loving smile you have ever seen crosses his lips — and you can’t help but beam right back at him.

The kiss was perfect. The moment was perfect.

He was perfect.

Falling in love.

[daisyblog]

Ed Sheeran Concert

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: Louis and YN finally make the first move.

"Tommo you're overthinking this" Liam spoke as the Yorkshire boy paced back and forth, in front of the sofa where the four other boys were currently sitting.

"I'm fookin' nervous..what if I mess this up..it's my only chance" Louis argued.

"Lou, what are you nervous about..she's already agreed to go with you" Harry questioned as his eyes followed Louis as he continued to pace.

"'cause she thinks we're going as friends-".

"Well be bold and just make a move" Niall shrugged, almost like it was the most obvious thing to do, making Louis stop and look at him.

"Yeh..thanks smart arse why didn't I think of that" Louis sarcastically said.

"He's got a point" Zayn spoke up for the first time.

"Lads..I can't just make a move..it's not that fookin' easy" the four boys sat silently looking at Louis "Whot...why are you all looking at me like tha'?".

"'cause it is that easy Lou" Harry answered.

Louis signed, getting frustrated and regretting asking the boys over to his and Harry's flat for help. Louis had asked YN the previous day if she wanted to go to Ed Sheeran's concert with him in Manchester tomorrow night as the band had a couple of days off.

The band had just finished an interview and were waiting in a room backstage for their team to finish what they were doing. YN was talking to Louise and the boys were sat on the chairs in the corner of the room.

"Go and ask her Lou" Harry encouraged, nudging his arm.

"I'll ask her later" Louis tried to avoid talking to YN at that very moment.

"No..do it now because you'll chicken out" Liam said.

"Fine" Louis snapped at the boys nagging him.

As Louis walked over to where YN is talking, he took a deep breath, preparing himself to be rejected. He fluffed his hair with his hands, making the boys snicker and giggle from where they watched their nervous friend. YN had finished her conversation and turned around as Louis approached her, making her bump into him.

"Oh sorry Lou" YN gently smiled up at his slightly taller frame.

"Sorry love" Louis nervously said "Um..I..uh".

"Everything okay?" YN asked with a giggle watching the boy stutter.

Louis opened and closed his mouth a few times, making Niall cover his mouth to avoid his loud laugh coming out. "Uh..I..I wanted to..ask you something".

"Yeah..sure of course you can babe" YN smiled up at him.

"I'm going to Manchester..to see Ed..Ed Sheeran..and..do you..I wanted to ask if..you know.." YN smiled encouraging Louis to continue "If you wanted to come with me..to the concert?".

"Oh Lou...I'd love to" YN leaned up to wrap her arms around his shoulders as she leaned her head on his shoulder, making him do the same. From where he stood he could see the other boys high-five each other and give Louis a thumbs up, making him roll his eyes at their childishness.

"How is it easy?...I end up stuttering every time it's just us and looking like an idiot" Louis argued as he sat down on the chair opposite.

"Start off slow..it's gonna be a busy crowd so hold her hand and play it off like you don't want to lose her or something" Liam suggested.

"I say just go for it...you're already her cuddle buddy" Niall teased, making Zayn flick his ear.

"Lou...don't listen to these two idiots..just go and enjoy yourself..you'll know in the moment if something feels right or not...don't think too much about it" Harry spoke sense to his best mate.

"I agree with Harry man..you'll just know..you can't plan stuff like that" Zayn agreed.

---

As planned Louis had picked YN up to drive up to Manchester ahead of the concert. Music playing from the radio, YN would sing along now again when the pair weren't chatting.

"Are you sure your Mum doesn't mind me staying the night too..I can book into a hotel or something still?" YN spoke. As Manchester wasn't too far away from Doncaster, Louis' hometown, he wanted to make most the time off and see his family too.

"Love..for the millionth time she doesn't mind...in fact it was her idea so stop worrying" Louis reassured her "Plus...my sisters are so excited to see you..my Mum too..I think they love you more than me" Louis joked.

"I doubt that..you're a proper Mummy's boy" YN teased him.

"I am" Louis agreed nodding his head.

"I think it's cute" YN complimented as she turned to look at Louis in the driving seat. Was he blushing?

"You're cute" Louis spoke without thinking, making his eyes widen, secretly hoping she didn't hear him.

As they both entered the venue where the concert was being held, they both stuck to the back of the crowd trying to blend in. They had taken the risk of going without security, a couple of fans had noticed them and asked for photos which they happily took. The fans respected the pair's privacy and went back to their original spot and only glancing at them now and again. Louis had realised that this was not the place to make his move with so many watching eyes. But it didn't stop him from admiring her from where he stood, YN was carefree, lived every moment as if it was her last and didn't care who watched her.

As Ed sings 'The A Team', YN can't help but sing along and as notices Louis standing there just watching. She entwines their hands and lifted them up in the air, nudging him to join her singing.

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

In that moment, he knew he was in too deep and had fallen for his bandmate.

---

It was around 11:30pm when Louis and YN arrived at his Mum's house in Doncaster, meaning his younger sisters were asleep. He knew his Mum was awake as she had text him earlier in the evening to say she would wait up for them. Hearing his car pull up in the driveway, his Mum stood by the front door waiting to see her son and, his bandmate.

Louis pulled his Mum into a tight embrace "I've missed you my baby boy", YN couldn't help but smile at the loving moment. "You too my love" Jay spoke to YN whilst pulling her in for a motherly hug.

"Thank you so much letting me stay" YN thanked her.

"You don't need to thank me darlin'" Jay spoke sweetly "C'mon in you both come". As the three walked into the lounge, Jay added "Plus the girls are so excited to see you..so prepare yourself for the chaos in the morning"

"I feel like they're growing and changing every time I see them" Louis commented "The photo of the twins you sent me the other day…they look so much older"

"They are..they're like stroppy teenagers already" Jay joked.

"Alfie's the same" YN began "I feel like he's going to be off to uni before I know it"

After catching up with Louis' Mum, the three decide it was time to call it a night before their early wake-up call from his younger siblings in the morning. Louis was staying in his childhood bedroom and YN was in the guest room, further down the hallway. After an hour of tossing and turning, not being able to sleep, Louis decided to go downstairs and get a glass of water to drink. As he entered the kitchen, he was startled to see YN standing against the counter sipping on what looked like tea.

"Hey" Louis spoke into the dimly lit room, making YN jump.

"Fucking 'ell Lou..you scared me" YN tried to whisper, so she didn't wake the others.

"Sorry love" Lou chuckled, walking over to where she stood so he could make a cup of tea for himself. "Can't sleep?"

"No..I don't know why..I hope it was okay to make myself some tea..it usually helps"

"O'course it is love" Louis reassured her before pouring the hot water into his own mug.

"Why are you awake anyway?" she asked him.

"Dunno...just thinking"

"About?"

You "Nothing" he shrugged.

"Loouuu"

He turned to look at the girl next to him, even when she was wearing her unmatching pyjamas, hair in its natural state and a bare face, she was still beautiful in his eyes. "I..um..I need to tell you something" Louis spoke softly, "I..I..I don't know how to te-"

Louis wasn't sure if he was dreaming or if it was all in his head but time stood still when YN leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. It was so soft and gentle, he could have missed it. As she quickly pulls away, she whispers a quiet 'sorry' and looks away from his gaze. Taking her face in his hands, he places his lips back onto hers. Whilst the kiss is still gentle, their movements are a little more rushed. YN's hand find their way to grip his t-shirt, one of Louis' hands is placed on the back of her neck keeping her close, whilst the other one has moved down and is pulling at her hip. After a few minutes lost in the moment and each other, they pull apart, unable to hide their smiles.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that" Louis admits as he leans his forehead on hers.

"Me too" YN leans up and leaves a peck on his lips. Now she's had a taste, she can't get enough.

"C'mon lets go and cuddle"

---

Louis woke to the sound of voices and movement downstairs, letting him know his sisters were awake. He looked to his side and YN was fast asleep, her hands tucked under her chin. Wanting to let her sleep, he placed a gentle peck on her head and got out of bed, putting on his t-shirt and shorts. As he walked through the door to the kitchen, he could smell breakfast cooking and was immediately greeted by his four sisters.

"Morning Kiddos" Louis messed up Daisy and Pheobe's hair.

"Where's YN?" Lottie eagerly asked.

"Aw thanks Lot...never mind about me..I see who's your favourite" Louis teased "She's still sleeping"

Once her had made a fuss of his younger siblings, he wrapped his arm around his Mum's shoulder as she was buttering some toast "Morning Mum"

"Good morning my darlin" Jay greeted him, with a little smirk.

"Whot?" Louis looked at his Mum suspiciously.

"Aw nothing" Her smirk still present.

"Mum..whot is it?"

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Uh..yeh?" Louis said, almost asking a question.

"Any midnight kisses?" Jay teased.

Louis closed his eyes and cringed with embarrassment "Muuum"

"Hey..it was the last thing I expected to see when I came down for some water" Jay spoke as she passed the twins their toast "But..I can't say I'm surprised either...you couldn't hide your feelings if you tried"

Interrupting the conversation, YN appeared at the door "Morning" causing the girls to run and hug her, Jay looked on and smiled at the scene. As Louis caught YN's gaze, he sent her a little smirk and wink, a blush coating her cheeks. Maybe it was that easy!

Tag List: (let me know if you would like to be added) @peterholland04

[cecilxa]

take me into your loving arms

summary: a first dance shared between newly-weds had to have been something special.

contents: lovey-dovey childe, married childe is now a clingy childe, your love is so obvious it's kinda sickening ngl /j, set during a first dance but not many details about the actual dancing taking place, reader is implied to be shorter than childe, gn!reader

cw: none i can think of, let me know if you find any!

recommend listening to: thinking out loud by ed sheeran

There’s no such thing as a perfect day. Both you and Childe believed this. But why does this feel like a dream? Why do you want this moment to last this forever? A sky of stars, glimmering and sparkling, couldn’t compare to the everlasting beauty of your love. Any onlooker would know this.

A baby, swathed in cloths and special clothing, even without knowing how to talk, would be able to understand the love that you two share. It’s in the way you gaze at each other. It’s as if you’re able to communicate through longing stares and exhilarating glances.

A six-year old child, fresh-faced and youthful, sitting uncomfortably in their seat, would be able to understand the love that you two share. It’s in the way you care for each other, even when nerves threaten to extinguish the gentle flames of your passion. It’s this passion that drives you towards each other, it’s in an emotion so huge it’s impossible to put into words.

A twenty-year old student, taking a break from their university lectures, would be able to understand the love that you two share. It’s in the way you comfort each other, through thick and thin, however treacherous and bleak. Whenever Childe thinks that’s he’s messed up, or however you think you’ve made a mistake, you always come back to each other. Always.

A forty-year old parent, makeup subtly covering up unwanted eyebags, would be able to understand the love that you two share. It’s in the way he holds you, it’s in the way you hold him. Gentle, soft and ever-caring. You’re a reminder that in touches, great or small, love exists.

A seventy-year old couple, holding their hands, similarly entwined like yours, would be able to understand the love that you two share. It’s familiar. It’s homely. It’s domestic. The couple sigh, and lovingly gaze at the both of you. Youngsters these days, maybe this is what hope in the future looks like.

Childe understands the love that you two share. It’s in the way your back feels against his hands, it’s in the way you cook him his favourite soup when he’s sick. It’s in the way he takes a spare coat whenever it’s raining, just so that you don’t get cold. It’s in the way both of you laugh together. It’s in your smiles, it’s in your tears and it’s in your joyous and disastrous moments. It’s in the way your eyes meet and he feels like he could get lost in them forever. He feels like he could get lost in you forever. He’s willing to, just for you, anything for you. You’re his. His heart thumps loudly, and he thinks that it’s amazing how you’re able to make him feel such things.

And now you’re here with him. One arm’s around your waist, another’s clasping your hand so tightly, it’s as if he doesn’t want to let go (he really doesn’t). He’d willinging hold you forever, if only you’d let him. Your other hand’s on his shoulder, and it fits so perfectly, Childe thinks that it’s destiny. Music’s playing in the background, but neither of you care. You hear it, but do you really? You both know he’s more concentrated on you. You’re more concentrated on him. Nothing else to think about but each other, in the present, where you’re meant to be.

Childe spots the ring on your left hand and is reminded of the promises and vows you gave each other, just a short while ago. He holds you impossibly tighter and leans down, still gently rocking you, your breaths intermingling, noses touching. He thinks of growing older together, he thinks of being together forever, he thinks of being able to wake up in the morning and remembering that you’re married. You’re married. Childe now grins, smile somehow reaching the apples of his cheeks. His eyes are fully downturned as he flashes all of his teeth. You’re married.

Neither of you believed in perfect days, but today, maybe you were wrong.

[peaky-shelby]

Your Mark | Bellingham [2]

Request: This is a request for Bellingham please. I hope it's okay that I asked for my own line. "We were good together right. It wasn't all in my head."

« read part 1

Pairing: Bellingham x reader

Writer's note: VERYYY short but i wanted to finish this one with a happy ending and it's been sitting on my drafts for a while.

Taglist: @1-800anklebully @funrabbit @maispace @suzysface @mrs-bellingham

It was raining and it was freezing. I had my hands hidden in my pockets, jumping up and down just to try to keep myelf warm while I waited for my boyfriend outside of his training campus. He said he’d only be 5 minutes. It had been 15 so far and i wished I had taken his car keys so I could at least wait for him there. All my shelter for now was the tiny kiosk over the entrance, while I watched puddles and rivers being created by the tough rain. The door swung open and I turned my body, waiting to finally see him but the figure coming out was taller, different. He had his eyes on his phone, it lighted his face. Bellingham. For some reason, seeing him made me feel better. He noticed me, his eyes widening.

“What the bloody hell you out here for?” I didn’t answer, just shrugged my shoulders, sniffing back the cold. “oh bloody mother-“ he shook his head, figuring out the answer by himself. “his ma never taught him to not leave a woman waiting?”

“He probably got up with something-“

“its bloody raining.” He topped my voice. Like it was obvious I shouldn’t be defending him. His eyes softened quickly when I made a step back, looking way. I heard him unzipping his rainproof jacket, my gaze returning to him in seconds as he used it to cover my body. I tried to shake it away but he wouldn’t bother. I searched for his eyes while he pulled the zipper up, his all too familiar warmth sticking on my body. He looked at me, letting out a heavy breath that carried heavy curses he wasn’t going to say to my face. “come with me.” I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not letting you stay here. We’ll wait in my car. Come on.”

“Jude please—”

“don’t make me carry you in the rain.” His hand found my arm pulling me away from the safety of the kiosk. The two of us running at his car on the parking lot. He unlocked it and I hid myself inside quickly. I could smell him all over, I could smell the memories too. Long drives going nowhere, music loud, windows down, screaming on top of our lungs to lyrics of our favorite songs. I was so tempted to click on the radio, put the music on, muscle memory never disappears I guess because my finger almost reached for it. He took hold of my hand, reached for my other on too, grasping them together. He rubbed them and breathed on our hands, his eyes staring into mine the whole time. And I felt so small under his watch, all the muscles in body weakening, my head lowering to his. He didn’t move away even then, kissed my hands.

“He’s a twat.” He whispered, his lips moving against my skin.

“he’s trying.”

“He’s failing.”

“So did i.” I said it before I could stop myself. He moved my hands away from his lips. Looking at me more seriously now. “sometimes people fail at loving the ones they love. I mean we both did, didn’t we?” I slid my hands out of his grasp, placing them on my feet and looking forwards while rain replaced what would ones be an Ed Sheeran song, echoing in between us.

It made me tremble, how his finger reached for my loose wet her, pushing them behind my ear. I closed my eyes, sinking deeper on my seat, leaning on his touch because if I were to be honest. I could still taste his lips on mine and I had been craving that taste since then.

“what If we tried again?” His question came as a shock, it felt heavy on my shoulders and my eyes shot open to look at him. Go make sure he wasn’t laughing. “We both did mistakes but bloody hell every time I see you with him, I’m losing my mind. Don’t look at me like that, please—“ he brought his face closer to mine, his lips ghosting over mine, thousands promises hanging from his tongue.

All I could master to ask was “why?” my voice coming out more broken than I thought it would. I punched his chest, trying to remind him the pain that I had I caused him. “why would you forgive me?”

“you think I can’t see the only reason you’re still with him Is because you’re punishing yourself—”

“that’s not true—”

“You can’t lie to me. We see through everything, you told me that. Remember? You knew when I fucked up—you saw it in my eyes, same way I see it in yours.”

“see what Jude?”

He hesitated, his hand crawling behind my neck to pull me closer “you don’t love him, you never did—” I stared at his lips, good god how much I wanted to kiss them “you never look at him, the way you look at me. And I’ll never be able to look at another woman the way I look at you.”

“what makes you think it will end any differently?”

“cause we want it to” he said but it was more of a question than answer. “Don’t we?”

I stroked his face, remembering all the lines that used to be mine, all the features that were ones imprinted in the back of my head. Not seconds later, his lips were slammed on mine, giving me back the taste of summers in the beach under the sunset, the taste of midnights in his bed, the taste of winter nights next in the fireplace, reading novels and listening to the woods tremble. His hand messaged my skin and bones while pulling me closer. His lips travelling on my cheek and then down on my neck, biting me slightly like he was re-marking his area. And all I could think through the storm was that this was home.

[yeehawnatalie]

Let’s talk about what went wrong with Taylor Swift Presale today. By now, you should all (hopefully) be aware that today, November 15th, was the start of a war declaration for all swifties. I myself was fortunate to get tickets, but thousands upon thousands of other die hard taylor fans were not. There are quite a few things that went wrong, and I hope to make this post cover as many as I am knowledgeable about so that in the case of future panic, concert ticket buyers can navigate the absolute hellscape that is ticketmaster. Fair warning: this post is long and winded, read at your own risk…. Screenshots will be included

Ticketmaster placed all sales on the same day with only a 1 hour buffer

In all their genius and ingenuity, TM decided to place all 52 presales (not including cap 1) on the same day. with a one. hour. buffer. If you’ve been on Twitter, you’ve seen the panic and anger from all pre-sale goers (myself included) East coast encountered many crashes and 504 bad gateway errors, not even including the “code not working” errors that eventually caused all queues to be placed on hold for over 3 hours… People couldn’t even get into waiting rooms due to site overload. Around 1 hour after this, TM told us to join using the code from our texts, but recommended using a laptop or desktop device… make it make sense? It was not any better in Central nation however. Upon joining the queue, I found myself to be behind nearly 5k people while my mom (who had gotten a code too and was trying incase my night was sold out) was behind nearly 22k people. Within 5 minutes of the queue opening, it was paused. There was no communication at all from TM for about an hour to an hour and a half. Twitter was flooded with people panicking that their codes weren’t working and the lines weren’t moving. I sat there for 4 hours until TM posted the following image.

Absolutely ridiculous. There was little to no communication about known issues or why TM couldn’t get their sh*t together in the span of 4 hours. Keep in mind I waited almost 6 hours to get tickets and others waited even longer. Stadiums were completely sold out in some cases with no update in the queue lines.

Boosts were not recognized/supported

Towards the bottom of this section I have attached a screenshot of a twitter thread discussing this. I personally feel this rumor may have some truth to it. I had no boosts, have never bought merch, and was relatively high in the line. However, I have yet to see a loverfest ticket holder who had a high place in line. The theory is that TM placed the boost holders at the end of the queue. Why? The ongoing theory is that it is for profit - TM is notorious for scalping and ripping off buyers, and it does not surprise me in the slightest that they would do this thinking that all the more dedicated swifties would be willing to spend more $$$ than the “locals.” There is a ton of outrage rn due to this. What was the point of the boosts if they didn’t work? Many boosted fans did not get any tickets as pre-sale sold out quickly.

UPDATE 11/16

Apparently this rumor has been confirmed from TM. See the attached picture. Seems that TM is having trouble keeping all their information consistent. Makes me wonder what exactly the boosts and loverfest did bc they defiantly did not help people get presale codes or ahead in the queue….

Dynamic Pricing + VIP packages

This is a concert lovers greatest enemy. We’ve all heard about how Ed Sheeran opted out of this, and we thought Taylor did as well…. until we walked into the gates of hell. It is still unclear if dynamic pricing is confirmed, but the prices across stadiums and pre-sale times is insane. I paid 299+fees for an 8th row lower bowl while one of my friends paid 400 for a 10th row and another only 250 for a floor ticket. There is absolutely no reason this should exist. Not only does this not detour scalpers, it simply makes the concert less accessible to people who ACTUALLY want to go. Not to mention the insane number of VIP packages available. IMO VIP should be something you add on after, not sold as an individual seat. The prices for floor VIP were 800+ for houston, and when I went to check about 2 hours after getting my tickets, they were one of the last things to be sold. These VIP packages had no communication before presale, and limited the number of good seating for people who simply wanted to watch the concert.

Weird error messages

This was a MAJOR problem during the presale that I haven’t seen many people talking about. I’ve attached a picture of my own error below. After finally getting through to purchase tickets, I found two amazing floor seats within my price range and immediately took them only to be met with the error below. I was literally freaking out while my mom kept on trying different tickets to no avail. I finally found someone on Twitter with the same issue who said they cleared cache and cookies and it worked. Luckily, I was able to do this, reenter my code, and get tickets (although not the amazing floor ones I had in my hand previously) TM has still not replied to my questions about the error messages, and it seems that more people are coming out with the same issue I encountered. I know TM was trying to prevent bots, but someone like me who has a verified email, phone, and clearly residential email handle should not have been flagged and given this code (still don’t know why tf I got it?) Some people are speculating these errors were to limit ticket buyers to cover up TM errors in calculating how many presale tickets were available.

Lack of support and ability to contact support

As I briefly mentioned earlier, I was not helped at all by TM support. There is no easily accessible number to call TM support, and even if there were, there is no guarantee they would pick up in time. Frankly, I was absolutely infuriated with how TM handled this. The lack of texts being sent, emails being sent late into the night with no waitlists in sight, no communication on how presale was going to work. Everyone was told completely different things and no one had any idea what was going on. Add this onto cap 1 presale being pushed back to tomorrow, this is going to make a lot of people really mad. I’ve heard of peoples cards not going through, codes declining, constant ticket disappearing, getting kicked to the back of queue, TM just dropping them - it’s a nightmare. Seriously, just look up some trending Taylor Swift tags on tiktok or twitter rn… And frankly, twitters TM support is just not helpful - the below twitter user received two completely different answers when asking about how codes can be used for different nights.

I sent TM support a message nearly 48 hours ago and still have no received a response - curious as to why, but I’m not entirely surprised. Haven’t heard too much about the situation over on seatgeek.

No Reputation Style Boosts

This is another speculation, but many swifties have said TM wouldn’t allow another reputation boost style system due to the low level of scalper activity during this sale. These boosts worked insanely well to get actual fans on the sale (unlike the verified fans) and it is inferenced that bc TM makes a lot of their money from resales and scalpers, they were against using this method for a popular artist like Taylor. This style of boost could have greatly benefited people who weren’t going to resell tickets, but because of cooperate greed TM has not allowed anyone to use it again.

Insane scalper prices

Literally what is says. 50k for a SINGLE floor ticket is just not it. don’t buy the resell tickets, wait it out for people to sell them at a slightly above face value. They knew people want this tour, and they’re taking advantage of that. How did so many tickets disappear and magically show up on stub hub during the queue pause? (hmmm I wonder it’s almost like that’s TM whole business model) This image is from chicago alone…. and look how many tickets are already here.

“Unprecedented” demand

*sigh* TM you were literally the ones who sent out the presale codes…. you cannot call this “unprecedented” when you literally knew the exact number of people who would be trying to get tickets. These overpriced service fees do what exactly? pay developers to pause queues and not send updates ever? People skipped work and school to buy these tickets and because of your oversight, they lost time and money and may have to miss more tomorrow to participate in Cap 1 presale. There is no other option for this volume of tickets being sold. Taylor has no option but to use this trashy, overpriced site to sell tickets to her loyal fans.

Overall, I am incredibly grateful to have even gotten a presale code. This is of no fault to Taylor or Taylor Nation - the blame lyes only on Ticketmaster. These past 48 hours have been brutal, and I know everyone is frustrated and mad at the shit show that happened today. I’m just asking any and all swifties to put your anger on TM not Taylor. She’s going to have a rough time responding to this, and I think we should make it as easy as possible for her. But most importantly, we need to hold TM accountable, there’s a reason monopoly is americas most hated game. Hopefully someone can crack down on this, but at the end of the day the only thing we can do is continue to support Taylor. Please let me know if there’s anything you think I should add to this post or want added. Thank you and I hope everyone recovers from today. <3

[misscongeniality18]

OMG I have an idea for a Peter Sutherland fic. Peter and reader are lying in bed watching a movie or show but reader is just staring at Peter. When Peter asks ‘what is it?’, reader says ‘I’m counting all the freckles on your face’ and that’s when Peter finds out that reader is obsessed with his freckles and his face. Pure fluff I’m crying just thinking about it T__T

This is just the cutest thing ever, and I love it. I hope I did it justice!

Photograph - Peter Sutherland

Synopsis ! (In the request above) You and Peter are watching a movie on a rainy day, and you get distracted by his freckles. Pairing ! Peter Sutherland x Reader (no use of y/n) Genre ! Pure fluff Warnings ! (Slightly steamy) kissing, shirtless Peter, slight innuendo Word Count - 695

" We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen, still " - Photograph, Ed Sheeran

The way I wrote this so fast because I love it so much is insane. (And I listen to music when I write, therefore the song titles for everything.)

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It was a rainy day, and those were your favorites. It was a day where you could stay home with the excuse that the weather made DC drivers crazy. It was a day where you could have hot chocolate and popcorn and watch movies all day with candles lit around you. It was a day where you could spend your time with your favorite person in the world. Peter knew how much you loved rainy days, so he would everything he could to make them special for you.

You had finished the popcorn and the hot chocolate, and you and Peter were cuddled up in bed, legs intertwined and covered with a fluffy blanket. You loved how warm Peter was, so you rested your head against his bare chest and wrapped yourself around him like a koala, relishing in the feeling of his skin against yours and listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

You’d picked out the movie Notting Hill, one of your favorites. As Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant displayed their characters’ romance, you couldn’t help but feel like you were in a movie yourself. The steady rhythm of the rain, the ambiance from the candles, and the person you loved the most being by your side created the potential for a romance film.

But you didn’t necessarily want that. You wanted to take a picture of this moment with your mind so that you could remember it forever. You wanted to live in this moment forever.

You looked up at Peter, studying the way his eyes were focused on the television screen, totally invested in the story being told. His lashes were incredibly long—which made you jealous at times—and had the slightest hint of red in them, just like his hair. You loved his hair. When it got long enough, it would curl, and his ginger roots would become more prominent, which is why he kept it cut shorter. It was also the reason why he wouldn’t keep more than a five o’clock shadow; his facial hair was red. That, and he didn’t want to rub your cheeks raw whenever the two of you kissed.

You also appreciated his ginger-ness because it gave him freckles, which was something he despised. His chest and back were sprinkled with them, and you would often connect the dots with your fingertips, which made him crave more of your touch. He would become insatiable whenever you did that.

But then sometimes, you’d gaze up at his face and start to count the infinite amount of freckles there. Some were so faint you could barely see them, but others were more clear, like the ones on his nose. You started there, then made your way to his right cheek, then his forehead, and you worked your way clockwise.

You’d only made it to the left side of his jaw when he caught you staring, and his brows turned downwards in confusion as his nose wrinkled ever so slightly, a sight you found incredibly adorable. “What is it?” He asked, lips quirking up as he noticed the admiration in your eyes.

“I’m counting all the freckles on your face,” you said before turning your elated smile into a serious line. “Now, be quiet. I only got to fifty—“

Peter wasn’t able to hear the last digit of the number because he captured your lips with his. That was another thing you loved; his lips. They were soft and firm at the same time, and the way they moved against yours drove you crazy.

One of Peter’s strong hands moved to grip your waist to keep you flush against him, and your shirt rode up slightly. Peter’s fingers pressed into your skin, which had started to grow warm and flushed. You pulled back slightly, staring into Peter’s warm, brown eyes flecked with bits of hazel, his pupils blown wide in his desire for you.

“What brought this on?” You asked, your voice now breathless.

Peter brushed his nose against yours. “You love my freckles, so I love you.”

“Well,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think I’m in love with more than your freckles.”

Keep sending in requests! Fluff, headcanons, (I'll even attempt at smut?), send it all!

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

cruel intentions | chapter twenty

summary: you and peter are having a nice night, why won't harry respect that

warnings: implied smut

listen to: Thinking out Loud - Ed Sheeran |  I’m a mess - Baby Rexa |  This is why we can’t have nice things - Taylor Swift (playlist here)

Please go look at the playlist, I revamped it all so you can read the chapters with the new songs and also maybe give your guesses of what's coming next given the songs?

word count: 3.8 k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

“Just, let’s stay a little longer,” you mumbled against Peter’s lips as he shifted slightly on the bed, he hummed against your lips while he shook his head. 

“Your dad can come in,” he whispered as he stood up while you whined softly before letting him go, basking in the sun that entered your room at Stark Tower while Peter began to pick his clothes from the floor. 

“Well, you would be ready for work,” you teased before you let out a deep sigh while gazing at him as he dressed up. 

It’d been almost three weeks since you’d first slept with Peter since you’d started your relationship with him. Being with Peter Parker felt as if you’d been dropped in a field of flowers somewhere in the Netherlands, feeling a warm summer breeze on your face while the sun was setting up as you smelled the flowers around you. It was easy, calm, balanced, and warm; it was everything a girl could’ve to expect from a relationship with a guy that made her feel so happy and so at peace. It was a healthy loving relationship that often scared you how comfortable you were in it. 

You hadn’t discussed making it official, nor that you wanted to do that for now. Part of your mind, already in your pre-law thoughts, was thinking that there might be a conflict of interest; considering that Peter was fucking the daughter of his boss, but you didn’t want to dwell on telling anyone about Peter, you preferred how things were, not wanting to complicate them. And there was the other thing, the fact that any other healthy and happy relationship had something that yours quite didn’t yet, honesty.

The thought of telling Peter how you’d come to make your moves on him was something that you believed you’d never be prepared to talk about and you weren’t planning on doing it. Though, there was always the fear on the back of your mind, the what if he found out.  

“That’s not funny,” Peter stated sternly as he put on his boxers, but you could still see the hint of a smile on his lips and notice how his cheeks flushed with a pretty pink. 

“It isn’t like he doesn’t know that you’re staying over,” you replied, your eyes gleaming mischievously as Peter was pulling up his jeans. 

With that, you noticed how Peter pressed his tongue to his cheek, shaking his head a little while he let out a soft laugh. “Okay, I just don’t want him to see it,” he replied while he leaned down on the bed and pressed a kiss on your temple. “I’m going to get you breakfast, you want anything?”

He was perfect. A soft sigh slipped your lips as you leaned closer to Peter and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. 

“A baguette, from that place, Uhm, Levain?”

Peter nodded softly before he placed his new watch in his hands and winked at you. Soon, his new suit was covering his skin, unraveling in front of you.

“You’re going like that?” you asked excitedly with a big smile.

He was wearing it for you, to show himself off to you since you were the one that had helped him design it. 

“I can’t be late for work!” he replied sarcastically with a shrug before the mask was covering his face, now Spiderman was in front of you. “And you can’t either!” he called as he opened the window to your place and jump from the space with ease. 

With how much time you were spending together and even more after Tony found you kissing Peter as you sat on his lap while reviewing some designs of his suit, Tony quickly realized that you were serious about having something with Peter. Maybe it was the fact that Tony trusted Peter, maybe it was the fact that Tony hadn’t seen you glowing and smiling so much since he could recall from the Civil War, maybe it was that you’d been nicer and calmer than in the past years, but something made Tony’s hand bend a little. 

You were suspended from Avengers projects one day but the next you had access to the current files and the old ones that had been forbidden for you since you’d been banned from Avenging -at least, Tony hadn’t figured out that you’d often hacked him or if he did, he hadn’t said anything but this was something new. Therefore, for the past weeks you’d been working with Peter to design a new suit with the new nanotechnology that your father had available, especially since you’d realized that although he could quickly heal, it didn’t mean that he was bulletproof. 

The first design of the suit had been ready in twelve hours, the test and run-ups had lasted almost a week and within a week of using it, it was being reported in all the major news outlets that Spiderman had modified his suit. 

Three whole weeks of spending time together, cooking together, spending time in the lab, going for food -even if it meant going to Queens for Peter’s favorite sandwich shop Delmar-, going patrolling together, training, fucking on your place, and his apartment (and maybe also doing it on a rooftop where you’d hope no one would see you). It had been paradise. Waking up in his arms, working in the lab with him, listening to him telling you stories. 

Maybe, even if you’d done horrible things, if something so good happened to you then you could really change and mend your past mistakes. 

But then, you felt your phone vibrating from your nightstand. You furrowed your eyebrows because you knew that only Peter or your family would be calling you, you lifted your head as you reached for your phone, and there he was. 

Harry would be the other one that would text you but now he was calling you like he’d been doing for the past week and a half. 

You looked at the incoming call and evaluated your situation. You knew Harry, how resentful he could be and how dangerous he could turn, even more, when you’d been ignoring him for so long. You almost responded but the guilt invaded your chest and fear made your throat tight. Harry sabotaged things (just like you did), he could easily sabotage this too and you didn’t know how far he was willing to go just to see him go down to hell with him again. 

You chose not to answer in the morning, and later in the afternoon. On the contrary, you chose to leave your phone in your bedroom as soon as Peter arrived with breakfast, you quickly took it to the kitchen where Tony, Pepper, and Harley were eating with Morgan. Soon, you were off to the labs with Peter as you worked on some new features that you thought would work and your father spend time with Harley keeping you updated on the latest changes in nanotechnology. 

Tony hadn’t said that you could Avenge but the fact that he was willing to share new information as well as something that made you want to cry, even sniffling a bit as he pressed a kiss to your temple when you managed to control the nanobots through your brain frequency. 

It’d been a perfect day, even through the afternoon and until night when Peter and you were watching a movie until 9:00 pm. He quickly leaned forward, kissing your jaw and your cheek before he raised from the bed. 

“Where are you going, Spiderling?” you asked, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back to the bed. He smiled and he obliged, as he fell back into bed with you and pressed his lips to yours. 

“I have to go patrolling,” Peter explained with a sigh against your lips as you kissed him softly.

“Want me to go with you?”

“Your dad would kill me after what he said today,” he explained, as he hovered over you and watched you with a smile. He pushed the t-shirt that you were wearing, which also belonged to him, squeezing your sides. 

You laughed. “He wouldn’t find out,” you replied, squirming under his touch. 

Peter simply raised his eyebrow as he looked at you and you looked back at him, silence filled your room except for the soft words being spoken by the movie on the back but then you caved while rolling your eyes with a huff. 

Peter smiled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“We can ask him next week,” he insisted before he pressed his lips to your forehead. 

“He’s going to freak out,” you smiled from the bed. 

“Well, there haven’t been any updates on our case or any for that matter, so I think it’ll be fine if you just stay here,” Peter insisted as he activated his suit. 

“Promise to come back here when you finish?”

Spiderman nodded slowly while you watched him, some would say that you were admiring him but you were already focused on the way that the nanobots were covering his body, already creating the codes in your mind so it could be depleted faster than the current speed, Peter could already see your brain working on it. 

 “Sure,” he chuckled as he sent you a kiss before flying into the sky. 

You took your time to think about your past few weeks with Peter, opting for not finishing the movie and deciding that in the spirit of feeling better in all aspects of your life and with summer coming to a close in a little over a month, you decided to start working on some applications for universities abroad where you wanted to study during your exchange semester. Peter and you’d discussed it, he preferred to go to Seattle to the Baxter Building because of their program but you insisted that he should be looking for things in London too. 

Maybe, you could be living with Peter full-time by the start of the next year, your heart simply thundering at the thought of it. You couldn’t help but smile thinking of Peter and you in a new city, excited to spend time with him when he arrived so you could tell him about London and the opportunities there. 

Suddenly, you heard a slight and quick knocking on your door. You raised your head from your laptop before walking fast to the door. It was strange, usually, Peter would simply come through the wall again after a patrol but there had been like three times when he’d chosen the door because of outside factors. 

“Why are you coming in through the door?” you asked as you opened the door but your smile dropped from your face as you opened it. 

It wasn’t Peter there. It was Harry Osborn leaning against the frame of your door, though he wasn’t the same as you’d last seen him. Instead, Harry seemed a bit skinnier than before, paler, and with deep bags underneath his eyes. 

“Is there any other way to come in?” he asked as he entered the room, pushing you softly as he made his way into your room 

Your heart quickly sank further than your stomach, and you struggle to find words for a moment as Harry made his way into your bed and sat on the edge of your bed. 

“Harry?” you asked still dumbfoundedly. 

You were stupid to think that he wouldn't come to find you when he always did. Harry would always get what he wanted, he didn’t have any problem coming unannounced and you were naive to even think that he would leave you alone. You sighed as you tried to recollect yourself and your thoughts before you closed the door and turned around to watch him. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” he stated, as he threw himself into your bed. He looked exhausted but as you watched him, he still has the same energy and attitude as before, you didn’t understand why he looked sick. “Why haven’t you been picking up my calls?”

“I’ve been busy,” you replied, honestly.

“Well, I’m back now and I want to talk to you,” he said with a sigh while you sat on your bed next to him, throwing yourself next to him. 

A part of your brain was worried about his look, about his health. Maybe, there was something you could do or mention for him to get better, maybe he had been doing too much coke and he needed an extra visit to the rehab he sometimes went to; you often organized his visits there when he got too enthralled on the white powder. As often as you did it, you realized that 

“Tell me about Europe, so if Kamala rejected you did you at least managed to get your dick-” 

Harry leaned forward, propping himself up a bit as you continued to lay on your back and suddenly he leaned down, claiming your lips in a bruising kiss. He pushed himself over you, you could feel the whiskey in his lips and the erratic nature of his movements as his hand caressed the back of your head and pushed you harder against him. 

It wasn’t tactile as the one before he left, it was aggressive and rough, your skin hurting by the way he was holding you and his teeth clashing against yours; he’d never done a thing like this before. 

You quickly pushed on his chest, while you propped yourself on the bed before standing up and walking away from him. 

“What the fuck?” you barked as you whipped your lips and glared at him. 

Harry seemed uninterested at best, the dull look on his face let you know that he didn’t care about what he’d done. 

“What?”

Your neck was becoming splotchy red with anger as you watched him. “What are you fucking doing?” you barked again as you got closer to him. 

Harry rolled his eyes. 

“Last time we texted? The wager?” he mumbled as he looked at you while he raised his eyebrows as if you were an idiot for forgetting. “Parker hasn’t come, right? That’s over so it’s my time to pay,”

“I don’t want you to pay anything, Harry.” you scoffed as you glared at him. 

“Come on, don’t be such a bore,” Harry muttered as he propped himself up from the bed and tried to grab your leg to pull you closer to him, you could still feel the lust in his eyes as he examined you. 

“I said no,” you snapped. “And I swear to god that I’ll break your arm if you carry on,” you threatened him. 

Soon, Harry’s eyes turned cold. 

“What the fuck happened to you these last few weeks?” he asked incredulously, a tone of anger laced in his voice as he stood up. “You aren’t answering my text, ignoring me, being a fucking bitch?” 

“Fuck you,” you snapped at him as you squared him up.

Harry smirked slightly, chuckling sarcastically as he watched your glare at him. 

“No, Fuck you Stark!” he screamed as he got to your face. His breathing was harsh as he glared at you, even angrier at the fact that you didn’t even flinch at the tone of his voice. You raised an eyebrow as if you were waiting for him to cool down. 

“Are you done?”

Harry walked past you, he shove his side against your shoulder as he was about to walk out. You stayed there, watching into the space where he was as you tried to calm yourself down. Harry and you had never fought like that, it’d never got to the point where he’d walked away after a tantrum, either of you but he’d never done a thing like that, tried to force himself on you. 

Then you heard a stop in his footsteps. 

“Oh, did I miss something?”

The threatening tone in his voice made you turn cold as you recalled the photo of Peter and you, you’d left on your desk. It was from a photo booth that you’d run into, one of those old ones in a day that you’d a date night before you left for patrolling. 

You’d wanted to frame it. 

Peter had left it there before he went patrolling and now, it was in Harry’s hands as he examined the photo. You glanced at him, you watched how the anger in his face faltered for a second, leaving space for something that you could only describe as vicious surface on his features as his finger trailed down the different photos and stopped in the one when you were kissing Peter, a smile in both of your faces as you pressed your lips to his. 

“Give me that,” you grumbled as you tried to snatch the photo away from him but Harry quickly threw it away on the floor and step on it as he walked to you. 

“Are you to dating Peter Parker?” Harry hissed as he glanced down at you. 

Your brows furrowed but you tried to ignore how your heartbeat rose, you knew what it meant that Harry found out. 

“It’s none of your business,” you snapped back, you tried to seem to compose as Natasha had taught you. But the fear surfaced in your eyes and Harry knew how to read you like a book; he smiled wickedly. 

“But it is, you wouldn’t have even noticed him if I hadn’t made you make that bet,” Harry mocked with a twisted smile as he stared at you, leaning down. 

“That’s not true,” you growled. 

Harry laughed, loudly. 

“I bet,” he sighed as he passed a hand through his hair. “You hurt me, you didn’t speak to me because you were fucking him, right?” he replied. 

You felt the venom in his tone, the poison that he’d wanted to plant on you. He often did that, you realized at that moment, doubting yourself was your biggest weakness and he knew it because it was his too. You smirked softly as you raised to your tiptoes, leaning into him, your noses almost touching. 

“Maybe I’m not speaking to you because I grew tired of you, did you ever think of that?” 

Harry’s nostrils flared up as he stared at you, silence filled the room as he examined your features and then he smiled. 

“No, that’s not true we’ve been friends forever,” he stated with a smirk. “You’re afraid that I caught you because you actually care about him,”

You stayed silent as you stared at him, your heart feeling like it was going to burst in your chest. 

“I know you, I know that you’re terrified that he found out why you did it,” he chuckled as he watched you, he smirked. “Should we give him a little call?” he asked as he began to take out his phone. 

“Enough,” you hissed as you took a hold of his wrist while you glared at him. 

“It’s enough until I say it’s enough,” Harry snapped back as he shook your hold on his hand but he kept the phone in his hand.

You stared at him, breathing heavily. You knew how cruel he could be if he wanted to, it could be even worse, no one knew you better than him; he knew how to destroy you. 

If he wanted to play rough, you could. 

“Peter loves me and I love Peter, even my dad has allowed me to start working with him again,” you sneered at him. “Now, who apart from me cares about you? No one, so put down the phone, Osborn,” you replied as Harry gazed at your lips for a second and then back at your eyes. 

Harry chuckled hollowly as he placed his phone back in his pocket.

“Huh, I guess I see your true colors now,” Harry stated as he glared at you, placing his hand on your cheek. 

“And I see yours,” you spoke as you brushed his hand off your face. 

“You were a shitty friend anyways,” he mocked, you could feel the heaviness of his words in your heart. 

It burned, the words he was saying, your chest ached deeply as you stared at him. It was haunting, seeing Harry being like that, the ghost of your past was right there, karma coming back for you and it tainted your oldest friendship. 

Suddenly, someone barge through the door.

“Baby, you wouldn’t guess what-” 

Harry and you snapped your head towards the door, where Peter was already glaring at Harry while he glanced at you, a puzzled look on his face as you realized how close you were to Harry. Harry gazed back at you as soon as you gave a step back, and a smile crept on his face.

“Parker,” he muttered uninterestedly. 

Peter’s hands clenched as he glanced at Harry for a second, the glare doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry or you, the poison in Harry’s voice doesn’t go unnoticed either. 

“Osborn,” he replied but his eyes were trained on you. 

“Harry was just going,” you explained, your voice softer but your heart beating erratically as you glanced at Harry, he could say anything and he could destroy your relationship with Peter in a few words. 

You waited for him to do it as he looked at you, instead, he smiled. 

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to ruin a hot night for the new couple, right?” 

Harry started to walk away, you felt like you could finally breathe as he reached the door but then he stopped in front of Peter and then gazed back at you. 

“Good luck, Parker you’re going to need it,” he spoke somberly before he left through the door. 

Peter stared at you. He looked at your pale face, the heaviness in the way that you were looking at him. He could tell that you weren’t fine with Harry’s visit and yet he can’t shake off the feeling, it hoovers above his skin, his senses ringing in his ears. 

He didn’t like Harry before but for some reason, he felt dangerous. 

“What was that?” Peter finally asked, his face serious. 

You sighed as you walked to your bed, he watched you move to sit at the center of it. He walked slowly behind you until he reaches it. 

“We’re fighting,” you explained softly, for some reason not looking at Peter. 

He sighed as he sat down next to you, quickly Peter took a hold of your jaw, cupping it with his hand, forcing you to look up at him.

You would refuse because you felt like vomiting at the thought of how you’d betrayed Peter and what Harry could do now that you were strained. 

“Are you okay?”

You weren’t but then you finally stared at his eyes, those perfect chocolate-caramel eyes. 

“I will be,” you replied. “Cuddle and tell me what happened?”

Peter smiled. 

God, he would never forgive you if he found out. 

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dances in the rain

song : lover by taylor swift, kiss me by sixpence none the richer, perfect by ed sheeran

the rain began to fall just as you were leaving the small, independent bookstore downtown. you had hoped to beat the weather, but the dark clouds had other plans. pulling up the hood of your jacket, you clutched your newly purchased book tightly and hurried down the street, searching for shelter.

as you approached a nearby café, you noticed a figure standing under the awning, seemingly unfazed by the downpour. he was tall and slender, with an effortless style that caught your eye even through the rain. the man had an umbrella, but instead of using it, he held it out towards you, a kind smile on his lips.

"do you need some cover ?" he asked, his voice gentle and warm.

you hesitated for a moment before nodding. "thank you. i didn't expect it to rain this hard."

he laughed softly, the sound soothing despite the chaotic weather. "spring showers can be unpredictable. i'm minghao, by the way."

"yn," you replied, accepting his offer. as you stepped under the umbrella, you noticed the soft fragrance of his cologne and the slight hint of rain on his clothes. the two of you walked side by side, heading towards the café entrance.

inside, the café was a cozy haven from the storm. the warm lighting and the scent of freshly brewed coffee created an inviting atmosphere. minghao gestured to an empty table by the window, and you both sat down, grateful to be out of the rain.

"can i get you something to drink ?" he offered, glancing towards the counter.

"a hot chocolate would be nice," you replied, feeling a bit shy.

minghao returned shortly with your hot chocolate and his own coffee. the steam rising from the cups provided a comforting warmth. "so, yn, what book did you get ?" he asked, his curiosity genuine.

you showed him the cover of the novel you had just bought, and his eyes lit up. "i've heard great things about that one. do you enjoy reading often ?"

you nodded, surprised and pleased by his interest. "yes, i love getting lost in a good book. it's my favourite way to escape reality for a bit."

minghao smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "i know what you mean. i feel the same way about dancing. it's like a different world where i can express myself without words."

for the next hour, you and minghao exchanged stories and passions, discovering a shared love for art and creativity. his dedication to dance and his thoughtful insights on life fascinated you, and you found yourself opening up more than you usually did with strangers.

as the rain continued to pour outside, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you. the café buzzed with quiet conversations and the clinking of cups, creating a backdrop to your deepening connection. minghao's presence was calming, and his genuine interest in your thoughts made you feel seen and appreciated.

"i have an idea," minghao said suddenly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "how about we go for a walk in the rain ?"

you glanced outside, where the rain still fell steadily. "are you serious ?"

he nodded, standing up and extending his hand. "sometimes, the best moments happen when you step out of your comfort zone. plus, i promise it'll be fun."

his enthusiasm was contagious, and you found yourself agreeing. you both stepped outside, and minghao opened the umbrella, but instead of using it to cover both of you, he spun it playfully, creating a mini waterfall around you.

laughing, you joined in, twirling and splashing through puddles. minghao's laughter mixed with yours, the sound like music in the rain. he took your hand, spinning you around, and for a moment, it felt like you were dancing in your own world.

as the rain began to lighten, you both found yourselves standing in the middle of an empty street, drenched but happy. minghao looked at you, his eyes filled with warmth. "this has been the most fun i've had in a while," he admitted.

"me too," you replied, feeling a strange yet wonderful connection with him.

minghao took a step closer, his hand still holding yours. "yn, would you like to do this again sometime ? maybe without the rain ?"

your heart skipped a beat, and you smiled, nodding. "i'd love that, minghao."

the rain finally stopped, but the magic of the moment lingered. under the clearing sky, you and minghao walked back to the café, hand in hand, knowing that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

from that rainy afternoon, you and minghao continued to meet, sharing more adventures and deepening your bond. each encounter brought you closer, and with every step, you discovered more about each other and the beautiful dance of life you were creating together.

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Is the tweet about not needing no piece of paper from the city hall why larries think they are married? I'm so lost about it all because I thought I read somewhere that larries believe they got married in Australia but was gay marriage even legal there at the time?? Is that tweet actually about Haylor?

I am so glad you asked, I have posted about this in the Anniversary post, but it deserves it's own post. Grab a cup of tea I care too much about this date. Harry and Taylor treat it as an anniversary. It is likely 2012 they mark, but could be 2011:

2011 - Taylor had a show in Utah and Harry was not seen. He was in the US though, One Direction started filming Gotta be you in Upstate New York on the 29th. Prior to this, they had been in the same city a lot, a few signs they were interacting from Taylors concerts. This is however before their generally considered meeting.

2012 - Harry and Taylor were MIA, she filmed Begin Again MV in Paris on the 30th, Harry was seen in London on the 24th then disappears. Paris is frequently referred to in their songs and videos. If not 2011 this is the date they mark. They had been connected since the VMAs earlier in the month, so perhaps it was becoming more serious. Harry marked the occasion with his Love Banner Tattoo which is in the I Knew You Were Trouble and Kiss You Music Videos, now covered by the larger Swallow.

2013

This tweet is the first time we saw the date marked:

On 2013 (US time) Harry tweeted these lyrics from My Old Man by one of Taylor's fav's, Joni Mitchell. At the time he was in Australia on tour with One Direction. One Direction had just returned from a break, where Harry & Taylor reunited at the VMAs, Harry was MIA while Taylor toured the US and Zayn got engaged. Having just had a break in countries with loved ones in countries with marriage equality any union would have happened in that break.

I think with Zayn's engagement on his mind, missing his girlfriend Harry posted this tweet on their anniversary. Harry spent the night gambling alone and Louis was sick as he lost his voice, presumably he was resting because they had shows. As you say, Australia's Marriage Equality Act was not until December 2017. Additionally at this time the boys were not having fun, they were chaperoned by police.

Confirmation bias.

As you note this tweet caused some confusion in Larries, mostly because a few days later Harry's mum congratulated the Xfactor host Louis on a judging decision and Ed Sheeran congratulated a different friend who got married close to then.

In the years since:

2014 - 1D had a show in Charlotte, Taylor had a Secret Session in Nashville, generally 1989 Secret Sessioners talked about how much she loved the guy the album was about. They had just been MIA when both went from LA to London 2 weeks earlier. Promo for 1989 was underway and Rolling Stone Articles that led to Fools Gold were fresh.

2015 - Taylor was dating Calvin Harris. Harry talked to fans on stage about anniversary sign where the fan got married 5 years after their first kiss. Taylor also gave a pointed Clean speech in St Louis where she said "losing somebody that ... you thought you would be spending the rest of your life with. [...] the worst part about having your heart broken, or feeling betrayed, or losing someone, having somebody change their mind and walk away from you, is that it makes you regret those things you did in the beginning when you fell in love."

2016 - Harry released the Another Man Mixtape on the 29th, with 10 songs that reference the future HS1 or love, he was not seen for weeks. Taylor was seen with Cara in New York, Joe was in London.

2017 - Harry released Two Ghosts as a Spotify Single with a cover of Girl Crush. He also performed them in Nashville 2 days before. Taylor responded to Harry's 2016 Mix Tape with a 70 song "Taylor Loves" Spotify Playlist. Every 7 and 20 song had a link to Harry.

2018 - on 13 April Taylor responded to the Two Ghosts Spotify Single by releasing a Delicate Vertical Video and Spotify Single cover of September where Taylor changed the lyric to "do you remember the 28th Day of September". The original press release said "the month of September is especially meaningful to one of her relationships" and that was then edited out when fans got obsessed. On the 28 September Taylor played Wonderland as a Surprise Song on the Reputation Tour (one of 6 ever plays).

Toe-shippers then jumped on the bandwagon and they didn't mark it for years.

2021 - on 29 September and 1 October - Harry played Nashville in a white satin suit, when he played with his rings and performed To be So Lonely! Taylor had been in London for a wedding in September but was back in Nashville by the 1st. Harry also recorded Satellite this stop.

In 2023 - Harry was papped looking grumpy in London.

[corrodedseraphine]

playlist | #8 all we need is just a little patience

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

summary: Just when you thought the boy you were in love with all through high school was gone, he suddenly reappears as your little brother's friend. Fate has once again decided to join your paths, however, everything turns out to be a bit complicated. Will Eddie Munson's sudden return to your life bring with it even more changes?

TW: mentions of an accident, injuries, near-death experience

The story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

songs that I used: Ed Sheeran - Afire Love | Guns N' Roses - Patience

heeere we are again, a lot of tears, I am a little scared that there is too much of it, at the same time not enough but I when I tried to change something it was getting worse 🙄 so anyway, I hope you will enjoy this chapter ♥

Steve covered the way to the hospital in record speed, even faster the three of them ran inside bombarding the receptionist with questions, and she guided them to the floor above. Out of breath, they reached room number 26 where, through the glass window, they saw your mother and Dustin sitting by your bed. Both of them had red eyes full of tears. Without waiting any longer they entered the room.

"Steve!" shouted Dustin rushing out of his chair and throwing himself into the arms of the older boy, who immediately hugged him back. Robin instantly went over to your mother and hugged her as well. Eddie was not at all surprised by how close they were. You kept saying that they were closer to you than the family you had blood ties to. After a while, Hopper also entered the room asking your mother to talk about the details of the accident and the paperwork.

With a slow step, Eddie walked closer to the bed. There were several scratches on your face and body caused by the shattered car window, the shards of which had penetrated your face; you had a bandage stuck on one of your cheeks, so this wound definitely had to be deeper than the others. Despite this, your expression was calm. It was as if you were lying sleeping in your own bed not all plugged in to some strange machines and IVs. One of the devices beeped the rhythm of your heart. He caught on to that sound like a drowning man grasping at a razor. Just a few hours ago you were hugging him saying that you would see him soon at his concert. Just a few hours ago, he could feel the warmth of your body and see the red adorable flush against your cheeks. Now you were pale, and your hand, which he was so desperate to grab, looked cold. He struggled to swallow the gulp forming in his throat. Then suddenly the steady beeping rhythm began to change. A shrill sound filled the room as the line began to get straight on the monitor. Panicked, Robin quickly ran out into the corridor begging for a doctor, who, along with nurses, quickly ran into the room to see what was happening.

"We are losing her!" he shouted. One of the nurses asked them out into the hallway. Steve forcibly had to drag Dustin away from you. The whole situation was a nightmare, but the sight of the boy who was always cheerful in such a panic broke their hearts even more. Not even a minute had passed when the door from your room opened with a loud bang and through it the entire emergency crew was carrying you out on a hospital bed.

"Where are you taking her?!" Dustin shouted. Hearing no reply, he broke out of Steve's embrace and ran after them toward the operating room. "What's going on?! Where are you taking her?!" he began hysterically. Seeing this, Eddie quickly moved after him and caught the boy at the last moment.

"Dustin you can't go there." he breathed out putting all his strength to hold him in place. Locking the boy in a strong hug, he tried to ignore how he was pulling and kicking trying to break free.

"Let me go! I can't lose her!" he punched the older boy's hands with his fists, but it still had no effect. Finally, the teenager's resistance was diminishing. Bursting out crying, he snuggled into Eddie's chest.

"You won't lose her." replied Eddie patting him on the head. "You won't lose her." He didn't know if he was saying this to Dustin or to himself. He knew he had to be strong, but the truth was that in that moment he felt like doing exactly the same thing as your brother. Cry out of helplessness. Instead, he focused all his thoughts on comforting the boy for the next few hours as everyone stared in horror at the operating room door.

The time spent in front of that cursed door took an eternity. When one of the doctors finally emerged from behind it, everyone jumped up from their seats.  

"We have done everything we could, at this point her condition is stable however we are not sure for how long. The next twenty-four hours will be crucial." he said in a calm voice.

"Oh my god." Mrs. Henderson, unable to stand any longer, also began to cry.

"Please stay positive, she needs it most now. Faith can move mountains." He smiled slightly and walked away.

"Claudia, I spoke to the Head of the Department." Hopper said walking up to them. "You can stay with her for the night, soon someone should bring a reasonably comfortable chair there if you need a nap."

"What about me?" asked Dustin.

"Will you take him home and stay with him?" she asked looking at Steve, Robin and Eddie. 

"No way! I'm not going home, I'm staying here with you and y/n!"

"Dustin please." The woman said hugging him tightly. "You can't stay here all night."

"But mom!"

"Hey, we'll go home now to your house, and first thing in the morning we'll come back okay?" interjected Steve. "If anything happens your mom will call us right away."

He finally agreed to come home. They were greeted by an excited Naveen, however, sensing the absence of your presence, he also quickly became very quiet. Dustin, overtired with nerves, fell asleep almost as soon as he lay down, and Steve offered to stay with him that night. Robin and Eddie nodded their heads and left the room slightly closing the door. When Robin disappeared into the bathroom Eddie sank heavily onto the couch and, looking up at the ceiling, tried to chase away all the dark thoughts coming into his head. Faith can move mountains. He repeated the doctor's words over and over again, alternating with the fact that everything would be fine. Suddenly he heard little claws tapping on the floor. A moment later, Naveen stood by his leg with one of your teddy bears in his muzzle and quietly squeaked.

"I know buddy..." he whispered. "I miss her too."

Then the dog left the plushie next to his foot and ran deeper into the house. Eddie picked up the toy and followed him straight to your room. The moment he crossed his doorstep as if it were a magical boundary all his walls began to fall down. Tears gathered in his eyes as he looked around the room that reflected you. The wall was full of photos. Photos where you were happy. At the thought that he might never see your smile again, the first tear flew. When he saw that on the corkboard by your desk you had attached a drawing of a rose and a dragon that he had drawn for you, the second one flew. When he noticed on the back of the chair the pink cardigan you once left at his house, it reminded him of the evening you spent together then. Another tear. Feeling himself falling apart he sat down on the bed. His attention was caught by a plush dinosaur lying next to the pillow. Naveen, lying on the other pillow, watched him slowly picking up the plushie and, after a moment of hesitation, hugged it. When your scent reached him he was no longer able to tell which tear it was. Allowing himself a moment of weakness, still hugging the plush he quietly sobbed. All the emotions he had been holding inside for the past few months were pouring out of him. The dog sensing his sadness jumped onto his lap wanting to give him comfort, Eddie put the toy down and started petting him instead.

"She will be fine..." he repeated while sniffing.

"She has to be fine." Surprised, he looked toward the door when he heard Robin's voice, who after a moment was sitting next to him.

They sat in silence, but it didn't last long. 

"I can't believe that all this is really happening." she said quietly. Her voice was also breaking. "I don't know what I'll do if she..." The rest of the sentence didn't want to get through her throat.

"She won't." Eddie said, wanting to convince himself as well. "She will be fine."

"We have to say positive, right?"

"Yeah..." he sighed. "You were right." he said still emotional.

"With what?" asked Surprised.

"Then at her birthday party... I should have kissed her. I should have taken the chance while I had it. Because now- What if I can never even hear her voice again? What if I never have the chance to tell her what I feel? Even if she rejects me, it would be much better than-" more tears. He didn't have the strength to hold back. He could no longer control it. Robin hugged him without saying a word. They both cried, terrified and trying not to allow the thought that you could disappear from their lives so suddenly. When they finally calmed down she pulled away from him.

"She won't reject you. That's not an option." she commented, smiling slightly at him. "I'm on your side, Eddie. Screw Tom."

"Thanks, Robs." he said quietly.

"You're welcome." she yawned. They all felt exhausted after today. "I think I'll sleep here..."

"You sure?" he asked with concern. In this situation, sleeping in your bed, and feeling the shadow of your presence everywhere could either calm her down or make her feel even worse. "If something happens, I'll be in the living room." he said, getting up and walking toward the door.

"Hey!" she called out. "For a better sleep." she threw a dinosaur in his direction.

He couldn't remember the last time he slept with a plushie. Now, however, he held it as close to him as he could. Feeling fatigue win out he fell asleep, drifting off into dreamland where you waited for him. You were safe and sound there.

As promised, first thing in the morning, everyone returned to the hospital. Your condition did not get worse or better. Fear and uncertainty still hung in the air.

Days passed without you still waking up. Doctors ran a series of tests, unfortunately nothing showed a reason why you were kept in a coma. For everyone they looked the same, Steve drove Robin and Dustin to school, then himself to work. Later, they and Eddie would come to the hospital meeting Steve there. The rest of the kids would go along with them, but the doctors categorically forbade such a large number of people to be in your room at once so they had to take turns. To avoid constant arguments about whose turn it should be now Robin made a schedule that said who had their visiting time and when.

One day when Steve and Robin had to stay for the evening shift at Family Video, Eddie was sitting in his room lost in thoughts staring at his laptop screen. When he heard the sound of an incoming message he snapped away from what he was doing and looked at the phone.

Dusin: are you busy?

Eddie: no why?

Dustin: can you go to the hospital with me?

Eddie: be ready in 10

When they arrived the hospital was quiet and empty. There were fewer and fewer visitors and from behind the windows they could see a beautiful sunset being painted in the sky. Because of their relationship with the police chief, their visiting hours were a bit longer than others. Dustin decided that on the way he would stop by the store that was next to the hospital, telling him not to wait and that they would meet in your room upstairs.

In this way, Eddie had a chance to be alone with you for the first time since the accident. He had the feeling that his heartbeat was a million times louder than yours and yet it was you who was connected to the machine, not him.

"Hey sleepyhead." he said quietly sitting down on a chair and dared to grab your hand. It was cold. On the contrary, his was hot enough that he felt as if yours was about to melt in it like an ice cube.

"I don't know much about comas. But uh- I did some research and some say that people in a coma can hear what's going on around them so I did something for you. I- I made a playlist with songs you might like. I've also added there the ones that remind me of you..." even though his voice was breaking, he laughed lightly while saying the last sentence. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quietly played music on shuffle. "I hope you don't mind... I even listened to Harry fucking Styles to make sure there will be everything you want to hear. I have to admit that a few of his songs are  kinda catchy, but don't repeat that to anyone, we don't want my dreadful reputation to change..." He couldn't stop imagining what would happen if you were conscious now. Maybe you would start teasing him? He hoped the smile wouldn't leave your face. Then Ed Sheeran's voice sounded from his phone's speaker and he laughed softly again. "Yeah, I listened to this guy too..." he stopped talking to give himself a moment to listen to the words and took a deep breath.

Darling, hold me in your arms the way you did last night And we'll lie inside for a little while here I could look into your eyes until the sun comes up And we're wrapped in light and life and love Put your open lips on mine and slowly let them shut For they're designed to be together, oh With your body next to mine, our hearts will beat as one And we're set alight, we're afire love Love, love

He was slowly breaking down. He tried with all his might yet it was all a million times stronger than him.

"Wake up y/n. Please." tears once again flowed from his eyes. "You can't leave us. We need you. Dustin needs you, your mom needs you, I need you, damn it!" he squeezed your hand tighter. "You can't leave, you can't leave until you know the truth... You need to know that I-" I am in love with you. He finished in his mind. The words, however, could not leave his mouth. Then he felt someone embrace him from behind. Surprised, he looked at the sleeves of his jacket and immediately recognized it was Dustin.

He turned back to see that the boy was struggling to hold back tears, so he pulled him close and hugged him once more.

"You have to tell her when she wakes up. Promise you'll tell her." the teenager muttered into his shirt.

"Promise." the metalhead whispered. He knew he might regret it due to the fact that he still thought you were in a relationship. But Eddie Munson never breaks his promises.

After your brother heard Eddie pour out his heart in front of you, he was not shy about grabbing your hand in his presence. Sitting on either side of your bed, they discussed new ideas for the campaign, which, due to the fact that they were now spending most of their time in the hospital, had been postponed. Eddie was drawing gentle circles with his thumb on the top of your hand when he felt some movement. Alarmed, he looked down and saw your fingers slowly begin to move. At first he thought it was all in his mind, but then his gaze shifted to your face and he saw you opening your eyes. You groaned in displeasure because the light was blinding you and you turned your head to the side wanting to avoid it.

"Dusty?" you asked quietly. Your voice was squawking and unsteady but it was enough to put the boy on both feet.

"Y/n!" he shouted out pleased. "You are back! Oh my God you are back! Doctor!" he ran out of the room at the speed of light.

You slowly turned your head to the other side this time looking at a shocked Eddie who was still holding your hand. Was it still a dream?

"Hi Eddie." you said weakly.

"Welcome back sweetheart." he whispered smiling still in disbelief that you were finally awake.

More days passed and you were finally recovering and gaining strength. Your friends made sure you didn't run out of entertainment, that way in your room you could always find someone sitting by your bed keeping you company. Along with Robin, Steve and Eddie always came with a laptop so the four of you watched the silliest series and movies the internet could offer you. Max and El always came over to complain about the boys and you promised them every time that as soon as you left here you would have a girls' night sleepover. Boys like boys, sometimes Steve brought them and sometimes Eddie, and their visits were always accompanied by chaos.

One visit, in particular, you didn't expect. 

Being already less sore you were able to change positions on your own in the bed you moved closer to the edge making a vacant spot next to you on which Robin quickly crawled in. Lying lightly leaning against your friend you watched Steve and Eddie looking for a movie to watch. Eddie was sitting on your side, and on Robin's side was Steve. When a knock sounded on the door all four of you turned your heads in that direction. After a moment, Tom entered the room.

"Hi." he greeted while standing in the threshold.

"What do you want?" despite what had happened you were still angry with him.

"I wanted to see how you felt." He sighed.

"I feel good. Anything else?" you asked dryly.

"Can we talk? In private?" he asked uncertainly.

Your friends started slowly getting up from their seats to leave the room. "No." you replied, stopping them from moving further. They sent puzzled glances at each other but stayed still waiting for events to unfold. "I made myself clear during our last conversation Tom. I don't want you to come here."

"But y/n, please-"

"I think she made it clear that she doesn't want you here," interjected Eddie getting up from his chair. Your words were clear to him. He didn't know what had happened between the two of you, but since you didn't want to see Tom, he would do his best to make sure your request was respected.

"I think I have the right to talk to my girlfriend!" he growled irritably toward the metalhead.

"I'm not your girlfriend Tom. I may have hit my head hard but I remember very well how I broke up with you before the accident." You explained while looking him dead in the eyes.

"Oh thank God!" shouted Robin walking up to Tom and started pulling him by the arm towards the exit. "Goodbye asshole, we won't miss you" she closed the door behind her. Sending you a wide smile, she returned to her seat next to you and you went back to looking for the movie as if nothing ever happened.

The news that your relationship is officially over pleased not only Robin. Hearing this, Eddie felt as if a whole new door had opened in front of him, and hope erupted with such a huge fire that no one could extinguish the flames inside him.

When, for the first time in several days, you didn't have a visit, you initially enjoyed the temporary silence. This did not last long. Left to yourself and your thoughts for a long time, you began to overthink everything. The last period was full of strange events that brought significant changes in your life. But you wanted to believe that these were good changes. Feeling your mood getting gloomier and gloomier, you started aimlessly browsing through your phone in an attempt to distract yourself. You noticed that Eddie had uploaded some videos of Corroded Coffin's rehearsal on his Instagram story. You grinned as you watched them goofing around and definitely being in their element.

You: real rock stars!

You texted and put the phone down however moments later it vibrated heralding a reply.

Eddie: Metallica should be afraid of us 😈

Ty: for sure! 😂

Eddie: do you doubt?

You: never!

Eddie: how are you feeling?

You: super bored 🙄

Unfortunately, you did not receive an answer. Silently hoping that a conversation with him would occupy your time, with a slight disappointment you had to accept the fact that this was where your conversation ended.

Half an hour later, to your surprise, a familiar storm of curls appeared in the doorway.

"Do you accept visitors?" he asked, smiling broadly.

"For you I can make an exception." you replied, also smiling. You were grateful that they had disconnected the machine monitoring your heartbeat because it would have come out how much it sped up at the sight of him.

"So, as a knight in shining armor, I have decided to fight the boredom that has taken hold in the kingdom." He walked inside leaning his guitar case against the wall. In his other hand he held a book. "I thought a book would be a nice change from the crappy movies we watch," he said.

"Will you...read to me?" you asked surprised.

"That was the idea, but if you want I can just leave it to you and you can read it alone."

"No!" you said far too quickly. "I'd love to listen to you read to me. What book is it?"

"One of my favorites." He grinned, showing you the cover of The Witcher: The Last Wish.

"I can't wait." You said moving to the edge of the bed. "Wanna sit next to me?"

Of course he wanted to. Taking a seat next to you, he opened the book and began to read. The more he read the more you understood why he loved it. Using his Dungeon Master voice, he drew you into the story keeping you there for the next few hours. You didn't know when you leaned toward him resting your head on his shoulder. Everything seemed natural. His presence so close to you brought you comfort instead of stress.

You took a little break from reading and he offered to go get something to drink in the meantime.

"Which guitar did you take with you?" you asked when he returned to the room with two bottles of water.

"Acoustic, why?" he asked pretending to be surprised. You didn't have to know that he took it on purpose.

"Would it be taking advantage of your kindness if I asked you to play me something?" you smiled. He agreed with warmth in his heart. He would do anything you wanted if it meant you would smile at him like that.

"It is my pleasure to offer my services as the best and only bard in the area. What would you like to hear m'lady?" he winked at you, causing you to blush. He took out his instrument and sat down on the chair opposite you.

"Surprise me." you replied.

After a moment's thought, he started playing. 

Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you I'm still alright to smile Girl, I think about you every day now Was a time when I wasn't sure But you set my mind at ease There is no doubt you're in my heart now

You were definitely in his heart. Now determined not to let you out of it he wanted to come up with the best possible plan to finally admit to you everything he was feeling.

Said "woman take it slow, and it'll work itself out fine" All we need is just a little patience Said "sugar make it slow and we'll come together fine" All we need is just a little patience

I sit here on the stairs 'Cause I'd rather be alone If I can't have you right now, I'll wait dear Sometimes I get so tense but I can't speed up the time But you know love there's one more thing to consider

His voice worked on you like a spell. Dreamy, you did not take your eyes off him, wishing that he would never stop singing to you.

Eddie remembered the promise he had made to Dustin and intended to keep it. But this moment was too precious. Too precious to just end it like that. That's why he concluded he wouldn't do it now. Maybe all he needed was just a little patience?

At the same time, Robin Steve and Dustin watched the two of you through the glass window in the hallway. They would have had to lie if they said the sight didn't move them one bit.

"She looks happy." Dustin commented.

"She is. Happier than ever." Robin added putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Do you think... we can come back a little later?" he suggested turning around.

"Sure." Steve smiled and walked away leaving you in your own magic-filled world.

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