#i even gave up on the tour like halfway

[thurnerstorms]

this band is the only thing keeping me sane rn

[manyothermusingsofmine]

"Drifting what do you think Klavier's music is like?"

[angelicblondie]

boydguard!rafe x popstar!reader (MDNI)

note: I made the reader blonde bc i really wanted her to kind of encapsulate sabrina carpenter, so if you'd like, ignore that and imagine her however you'd like!

warning: unprotected sex (pls dont do this lol)

ok, fine. you had a crush on your bodyguard.

rookie mistake, but who could blame you?

you hired rafe about a year and a half ago, after you started to gain a ton of popularity and recognition. your music had blown up, prompting and influx of new fans, and new attention. you had started to get recognized almost everywhere you went, and when your management company recommended looking into getting a bodyguard, you weren't opposed.

at first, the two of you didn't talk much - he was an intimidating guy, he was generally pretty quiet and constantly wore a serious expression, and although you considered yourself outgoing, you still found yourself a bit nervous around him (not to mention, he was seriously hot).

but after spending much more time with him, you began to crack open the walls of his harsh exterior, and began to get to the know the man behind the suit.

he was actually really kind, and although his resolve with strictly professional, he turned out to be one of the people you trusted most, which made you feel all the more secure that he was the one who held your protection in the palm of his hand.

although there was still so much you have yet to discover about him, you considered him a friend at the very least, even if he might not have considered you one back.

not to mention, your big fat crush on him.

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you've reached the point in tour where the days blend together, and so do the nights. you've lost track of how many shows you've done, and how many you have left. but you wouldn't change a second of it, despite your exhaustion and the homesickness that pools in your chest.

you've reached the miami shows, which were around the halfway point for the american leg of your tour. you had arrived at your hotel last night, which you will reside in for the next couple of days.

you awoke alone in your king size bed, the sun shining through the sheer curtains. you groaned as you stretched, the sheets slipping form you skin and pooling at your hips as your arms reached above your head.

you rubbed your eyes as you walked over to the bathroom, turning the water hot in the shower as steam filled the room. you let the water cascade down your body, smoothing down the goosbumps that prickled your skin from the cold room. you spent a while there, enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning.

after that you got dressed into a simple jeans and a tank top, throwing a hoodie over in hopes of inconspicuity. you grab you handbag before leaving your room, making your way over to rafes to knock on his door. rafe doesn't take long before opening it, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, looking down at you.

he checks the watch on his wrist. "coffee time?" he asks.

"mhm," you nod whilst humming.

this has become a sort of tradition on show days - rafe takes you to the nearest coffee shop and the two of you sit down, going over the schedule of the day whilst you pry him for details of his life - it was a good dynamic.

after ordering you coffee, you and rafe found a table in the corner of the cafe, avoiding being recognised. you had black, thin oval sunglasses coverering your eyes, sipping you vanila iced coffee leisurly and rafe gave you the usual laydown. given the sunglasses covered your eyes, you took the oppurtunity to run them over his features, taking in the way his brows scrunched as he read the schedule off his phone, the bite he pursed his lips when scrolling to the next section, the way he ran a hand through his hair as he sighed and layed back into his seat - you saw it all.

ok, so what, you admired his appearance - so did everyone, he was a hot guy! the first time you really took notice of it was when you were scrolling on tiktok about 8 months ago, coming across a sideshow of photos of him and you, the comments thirsting over him and speculating about our relationship.

you couldn't look him in the eye that whole day.

you even embarrassingly wrote a song or two about him, one of them even making it in your album- not that he knew of it, but it was embarrassing for you.

it wasnt a crazy love song or anything, the title was "xo", and the precipece was really just admiring how hot he was and how much you wish you coud have him. so yeah, you get a little shy sometime preforming it, knowing he was backstage watching.

after rafe finished talking you placed your chin in your palm, leaning your elbow on the table.

"when did you get your first girlfriend?" you ask innocently, your influx of questions beginning.

rafe sighed like he always did, but he expected it. "9th grade. kylie newman. pretty brunnete." he respons montonously.

you frowned. you were a blonde.

"why'd you breakup?" you ask, swirling the straw in your drink.

rafe sighed. "think i dumped her to focus on basketball or some shit."

you snorted. "classic."

the corner of rafes lips tilted up in an amused smirk, as he scoffed and looked away, scanning the premises of the cafe. as if he was gonna find any danger here, you thought to yourself with an internal scoff.

rafe could pretend he didn't enjoy your company all he wanted, but you knew the truth. he found you amusing, and you would go even as far to say that he cared about you quite a bit, no matter how much of that he hides. he cares about your safety, and not just because its his job. you could just tell. you enjoyed your banter with him, no matter how much he pretended it was one sided and tried to stay strictly professional.

you continue your questions. "why'd you and your last girlfriend break up?"

he turned his attention back to you, leaned back with his arms cross over his chest. you eyes ran over his low visible torso, and you were starting to think that you eyesight wasn't as concealed as you initially thought, because he wore a little smirk on his face.

"cause a'you," he repplied bluntly, watching as your brows furrowed in confusion.

"ok, explain," you demand.

he chuckled. "nah, it actually had nothin' to do with you, really just this job. she wasn't willing to make long distance work," he said casually, as if it didn't bother him.

you frowned, having no idea he was dating someone right before taking this job. you felt a little guilty, even though you were secretly glad he was still single.

"im sorry," your murmur, sipping a bit of your coffee.

he shrugged. "not a big deal, it was a while ago now."

you nod, turning your head to take in the environment around you. you sigh.

"dont get me wrong, i love touring, but i'm exhausted." you say.

rafe nodded. "yeah, i can tell."

you roll your eyes. "how kind," you say sarcastically, but a little smile brightens up your features.

rafe chuckles. "didnt mean it like that, just meant i can tell since i know you."

you felt your heart flutter a bit as you held back a flirty comment, knowing he would ice you out if you said it. you had tried to be flirty with him in the past, but he didnt exactly tolerate it, taking a very professional approach to your relationship. that being said, you knew that you and him were closer than any other celebrity and her bodyguard - i mean, you could just ask any of your star-studded friends, they barely talked to their bodyguards.

you decided to play it cool and lean forward a bit more. "you dont know everything."

ok, maybe that was still a bit too flirty. you couldnt help it!

rafe raised his brows with a slight upwards tilt of his lips. "i know enough."

was he flirting back?

you bite your lip a bit and giggle, lifting you sunglasses above your head. "are you gonna come to the after-show ?" you ask, changing the subject, wondering if you could convince him since hes seemingly in a good mood.

since you were giving two concerts in miami, you did what you did at the end of every residency - you hosted an after-show. the after-show was really just the time after a concert where you and your team all got together in your hangout area at the venue and celebrated the show. rafe didnt usually come, instead standing outside the door on lookout.

rafe rolled his eyes. "your trying to get me in trouble." he stated, looking at you knowingly

your face twist in faux offense. "what!? i would never! you clearly dont know me as well as you think," you scoff dramatically.

rafe chuckled. "i'll think about it."

he'll think about it.

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you spent the rest of morning chilling, then rafe took you to the venue mid afternoon. he stood outside of your dressing room as you got changed, then you "forced" (as he said it) him to come inside as they did you hair and makeup.

you loved your show outfits, all consisting of short unitard dresses with sparkles and glitter, being the perfect mix of cute and sexy. the always did you hair with a slight wave and tons of volume, making it easy to toss during performances. you makeup was glowly and flawless, and you always felt like such a doll when you got all done up like this.

you wore chunky heels as well, which were a struggle to walk in at first but soon became easier as you got used to it. rafe sat on the couch as you talked casualy to him, the hair and makeup people smiling in amusement at his short responses, and your apparent unbothered state. your team at some point had entered the room, sitting around the couch as they made sure everything was prepared for the show. after the hair and makeup people finnished, they left, causing you to stand up from your seat.

you sighed, flopping next to rafe on the couch as he sighed, throwing his phone to the side and reaching behind your neck to un-squish your hair between your head and the couch, instead moving it so flowed off the end. you had told him a while ago that this was important so it didnt flatten, and you were honestly a little supprised.

your assistant snickered, knowing of your intrest in the bodyguard and you sent her an unserious glare. you sighed and leaned your head further back, closing your eyes as you focussed on breathing - an exersise that became a staple before shows. you brought your hand in front of rafe, and he wordlessly grabbed it, cracking your knuckles for you. that was also part of the tradition.

later on, when there was about 30 minutes before the show, you and your assistant emma were chilling in the hallways, sitting on the floor.

"so, hows rafe?" she asked with a little smirk. you nudged her. "shut up," you say, but a smile adjourned you features.

"c'mon, your telling me nothings happened yet?" she asked, her voice comming to a whisper.

you look around before answering. "its not like i havent tried," you huff, "hes just is so professional. hes set on the job, which as his employer, is great, but as the girl who wants him..." your trail off, biting your lip, "isnt great. and hes probably right, it'd be an awful idea to try anything." you justify.

emmas face is thoughtful. "yeah, i mean, your not wrong, but its bound to happen. your obviously both attracted to each other, so something is obviously going to happen."

you nod, but felt a bit of worry fester in your chest. you were worried he'd only want you for your body, not you yourself, which was something that you were so used to - you didnt want to put yourself through that again.

not too long later, you were under the stage, getting ready to be risen up to the crowd. holding you bedazzled mic, you get your classic pep talk from your manage kelly and nodded along, seeing rafe standing afar with his arms crossed over his chest in your periphery.

so when it was time for the show to start, you sent him a wink as you turned around, being lifted on to the stage as the screams become louder.

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after the show, your drenched in sweat, you hair is much flatter than before, and your filled with adrenaline still.

you receive the praise thrown your way by pretty much everyone backstage graciously with a big smile, still breathing hard and your heart has yet to slow down. once finally reaching your dressing room, you collapse on the couch.

you hear a knock on the door, and you yell out for the person to come in as you lift yourself up, and see rafe enter, closing the door behind him.

he tosses you a plastic water bottle. "good show," he compliments casually, causing you to beam.

"thanks. yeah it felt pretty good out there, energy was high, huh?" you reply, taking a long sip of the water.

he nodded, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. "mhm," he hummed, leaning his elbows on his thighs, "i specifically like that song you played in the middle of the set...blankin' on the name."

you hold back a blush, knowing he was talking about xo (aka, the song about him). you act nonchalant, crossing a leg over the other. "xo?" you ask.

his lips tilt up. "thats the one."

you hum, nodding a bit before looking away to avoid eye contact, getting a bit bashful. then you remember you conversation with emma before, and a sudden burst of confidence ran through you. you turn back to face him, playing with the hem of your short dress. "what about that one do you like?" you ask a bit boldly.

rafe blinked. "the dance is fun." he replies after a beat.

your body feels hot. the dance is a bit suggestive, much like the song, consisting of your hands running down your body and sinking low to the ground. he wasnt the only one who liked that dance, you had seen a lot of conversation about it online.

you hum. "what about it?" you ask, your voice light yet a bit suggestive. he raises his brows a bit at your question and you shrug casually. "for reasearch purpouses, of course."

he breaths out a chuckle, placing his hands behind him to lean back.

"the part during the chorus," he replies.

"yeah?"

"yeah, s'cute."

you scoff. "cute?" you giggle, sitting up a bit. "thats not exactly the intention." you state, biting your lip a little.

you were being obvious, you knew that. you could blame it on the post-show high, but you knew that wasnt why.

you were frustrated pretending that you didnt want him every single day. you were frustrated that he had continuously turned down your subtle advances, and pretended he didnt want you too. you saw the way he looked at you, the way he looked you up and down in your stage outfits when he thought you werent looking - you knew he was at least attracted to you.

he poked his tongue into his cheek. "careful, kid," he warned.

you tilt your head, gazing at him with faux innocence. "what?"

he shooks his head, breathing out a laugh. "swear your tryna' get me in trouble," he said, the air around you two beginning to feel thicker.

"trouble?" you ask, still playing the part. "i was just askin' what you liked bout' my show. why dont you tell me more? i've been waiting for some honest feedback."

rafe clenched his jaw a bit, sitting up straighter. "i think you look a bit desperate in the opening."

you raise you brows. "s'that so?"

"mhm. every guy in the audiences jaw was on the floor."

you tilt your head. "thats the whole point," you subtly tease.

you lean back, bringing you feet up to rest in his lap. he looks down at your shoes for a bit before looking back inquisitively at you. you giggle. "tell me more, rafe. im curious on your thoughts."

rafe shook his head with a somewhat defeated look. "you know my thoughts."

you perk up, swinging you feet off his lap to stand up right in front of him. "i do?" you ask, a flirtatious smile on your face.

he looked up at you, his jaw tight and expression grave. "enough, kid."

although usually you would be discouraged, maybe even a little embaressed, tonight you werent.

"not until you tell me your thoughts." you say stubornley.

he sighed, rubbing his jaw in frusturation. "what do you wanna know?"

you bite your lip, a subtle smile still on you face as your eyes glazed over with flirtation.

"how long have you known that xo was about you?" you ask after a moment, feeling as bold as ever.

rafe seemed suprised by my question, essentially outing myself. he pursed his lips. "long time, kid," he said, his lips forming in a subtle smirk.

you bite the inside of your cheek. "how come you havent said anything?"

"stop kid, you know why."

"cause you dont want any trouble? 'cause its not allowed? cause your just tryna do your job?" you answer boredly.

rafe nods. "mhm, exactly."

you take a step towards him, but rafe grabs your hips, stopping you from getting closer. he looks up at you with a dangerous expression, but instead of tell you to back off, he says, "what havent you said anything?"

your taken aback by the question being turned on you, but you dont falter. "cause of this," you say, looking down and refrencing his hands stopping you.

rafe looks too, but doesnt remove his hands, instead squeezing tighter. "yeah, well, this, is for a reason, kid."

you bite your lip. "ya know, im blankin on that reason right about now. how bout you?" you ask, you voice quiet as you felt the tenion between you two thickening by the minute.

your hands come down to his shoulder, smoothing over his suit jacket, squeezing his bicepts to feel the muscles underneath. your eye sigh follows your movments, his watching your face.

he takes a long breath, squeezing you waist harder. "princess..." he grumbles.

"stop me," you say, looking back at him, your voice quiet. "if you dont want this, tell me stop and i'll never bring it up again." your eyes held a bit of vulnerabilty, but were overpowered by the lust and desire you felt for him.

rafe almost looked pained - you knew you were putting him in a tough position, and it was a bit unfair, but you couldnt think of any other option. you knew you both wanted eachother, the only undecided factor was if you were going to act on it.

for a long moment he said nothing, and silence engulfed the two of you. after a while, his hands slid down to your hips, and his lips quirked up. "no one has to know, right?"

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before you knew it, rafe was stood up, towering over you as he held you face in his hands, kissing you roughly. you reciprocated his fierceness, moving to slide his suit jacket off his shoulders, revealing him in a long sleeved, white button up shirt. whilst his hands slide down to grab your waist, your hands slide up the back of his neck, running yours fingers up his short buzzed hair, pulling him closer to you.

he turns the two of you around before blindly sitting on the couch, bringing you down to straddle his waist. he lets out a pleasure filled hum before disconnecting your lips.

"is anyone gonna come looking for you?" he pants against your lips.

you quickly shake your head. "no, told them i'll be awhile."

he nods. "good," he says, as he leans back in, instantly resuming where you left off.

soon enough his shirt was off, and you were only left in your bra and panties. you got to your knees , smiling wickedly up at him, swaying side to side on your knees to adjust into a comfortable kneeling position. you hand hovered over his bed, toying with the buckle.

"can i?" you ask breathlessly, you voice filled with wanton need.

rafe nods, eyes filled with desire. "all yours."

you swallow at his words as you look down to undo his belt, tossing it to the side as you unzip his pants, sliding both it and his boxers down to his ankles.

you uncontrollably gasp, taking in his size as as your hands hover around his hard length. you look back up at him, batting your lashes up at him. "your so big, rafey."

he groans gutturaly, throwing his head back. "shit, princess. no idea how long i've been waiting for this." he says, letting out a breathy chuckle.

you bite your lip to conceal the wide smile fighting to break out, and instead push youself higher on your knees, bending over to hover you lips over his dick, spitting a string of saliva over his tip.

he sucks in a breath. "shiiiiiit. y'tryna kill me?"

you smile up at him, moving your perfectly manicure hand to begin to stroke up and down his cock. moving slowly st first. he looked down at the action, transfixed by the sight he had imagined so many times before.

you brought your pink lips down to him, smiling sweetly as you gently kissed his tip, watching as his stomach clenched and he held back a moan.

your wraps your plump lips around him, sucking up to move you lips arounds the sides of his dick, kissing up and around him. you stuck you tongue out to lick a long stripe from his base to this tip, wrapping back around his to suck.

you bobbed your head up and down, hollowing you cheeks so he could feel as much of you as possible. you didnt go for too long though, becuase not long after you started, rafe lifted you up from the ground and laid you across him, you upper body laying on the couch as your hips laid on his lap, ass perched in the air.

you gasp at the change of pace, trying to pull yourself up on your elbows to look back at him but you feel his strong hand pushing you back down.

"shh, just gonna getcha' ready f'me, s'that ok?" he asks, rubbing his hands across my lower back and down the curve of my ass. you nod eagerly, whining out a "yes" as he slides your panties aside, and slides his middle finger between my folds. you suck in a breath, arching your back up, pushing yourself closer to his finger.

rafe tsks, swatting your ass lightly, causing you to jump. "ah, none of that," he scolds lightly, rubbing the inflamed skin. "sorry," you murrmur softly, and he returns his finger between your folds. hes rubs arounds, collecting your wetness before pushing his finger in, earing a sharp gasp from you. he chuckles under his breaht. "fuck, didnt think you'd be this tight, holy shit."

you whine as he curls his digit, hitting that sweet spot perfectly. he moves in and out, your walls squeezing around him as he adds another finger. he curls both his digits now, moving them in and out of you, causing you to squirm.

he soon pulls your panties down, pulling you back up as you hurriedly unhook your bra and throw it somewhere in the room. you straddle him and in a rush, you grab his base and align your entrance with his tip, but before slipping down he grabs yours hips.

"fuck, no condom?" he asks breathlessly.

your face drops. "shit, i dont have any." you bite your lip. "im on birth control," you inform, honestly not really minding no protection, even if it wasnt prefered.

rafe cursed under his breath. "fuck, ok, thats fine. i'll pull out."

he pushes you down on his dick, and your lips form a wide "o". your walls constircted tight around him, your hands pushing down on his shoulders as you slowly lowered yourself down.

"r-rafe, oh my god," you moan softly as you reached his base. your eyes remained on his, the intimacy making the moment feel all the more hot.

rafe did most of the work, squeezing your hips as he lifted you up and down his cock, grunting out praises. it didnt take him long before he felt himself holding back, considering he had fantasized about this exact scenario before. you reached one of your hands down, you fingers circing you clit to further the pleausre, prompting you to throw your head back and let out a wanton moan. from there it didnt take you that long. you whimpered out pleads, not exactly sure what you were asking for, all you really knew was that it wasnt enough, and probably wouldnt ever be enough. you wanted to be as close to him as possible.

"fuck, m' almost there, pretty." he groans, lifting his hips to meet. you whimper, nodding along to his words. "same, fuck, im close."

at the confirmation, rafe speeds up his thrust, groaning as he felt your gummy walks clench around him. it was like you were trying to get him to cum inside you, which would be very bad.

you let out a series of curses that sounded so wrong coming from your sweet mouth as you released around him. your eyes stayed locked on his, your distance between your lips growing as you orgasmed, rafe slowing his movements down to guide you through it. as soon as you came back to reality, you lifteted yourself up and retured to your knees in front of him, you legs achign but you paid it no mind. you stuck you tongue out as you rapidly stroked his cock, finishing him up.

with the hotest groan you had ever head, he came in your mount, hot streaks painting your tongue white as you watch him throw his head back, eyes shut in pure bliss.

after a few seconds of catching his breath, he looked down at you, white still on you tongue as you waited for his attention. with a sweet smile, you swallow his seed, bed over to place a kiss on the inside of his thigh. "thank you," you murmur.

rafe chuckles breathily. "fuck, i should be thankin you, kid."

you grin up at him, before standing up shakily, rafe holding your hands to guide you.

you clear your throat. "so, you doin anything for the rest of the night? i was thinkin' bout a long shower and i might need the protection of my bodyguard." you bite your lip.

rafes lips tilt upwards. "y'know, i was thinkin the same thing, princess."

ps: this is very lightly edited for now, i will be workshopping a bit tmrw. just wanted to get this out for you guys tonight 🤍🎀

[la-undercover-latina]

Mommy Issues (Seonghwea Smut MDNI)

Summary: What happens when you're cuddling your boyfriend and without thinking, you make a comment about another member of Ateez?

There is just filth under the cut, so MDNI brb I'm gonna go dunk myself in Holy Water

In hindsight, you never should’ve challenged your boyfriend like this. But god damn it was it fun.

All because of a damn TikTok. That cursed app got you in trouble so much, but what’s life without a little risk?

Nothing at the start of the evening was out of the norm after Seonghwa got off tour, cuddles while he played Animal Crossing and you doom scrolled TikTok.

Not remembering that you weren’t alone after months of that being the case, you spoke without thinking.

“Damn, those poor San stans, fuck!” You couldn’t help the blush that crawled up your cheeks at seeing your boyfriend’s friend get chained up before Wake Up.

“Come again?” Said boyfriend asked, a brow risen above his glasses.

“Nothing baby,” You patted his head, hoping it would help him forget the words that left your lips moments ago.

Spoiler alert, it didn’t.

“No, what did you just say kitten?” You gulped at the tone Seonghwa used. It was the one that he used when he meant business. And if that didn’t give it away, the use of the word kitten definitely made it crystal clear.

You shook your head, not wanting to awaken the possessive side of your boyfriend. 

In the blink of an eye, he flipped you two so he was on top of you, your hands pinned above your head by one of his large hands.

“I think my kitten is being naughty. What do we do when she’s being naughty?”

“Punish her,” You mumbled, not wanting him to hear you.

“I’m sorry, speak up, I couldn’t hear you,” You shook your head. He grasped your chin in his other large hand.

“I said speak up,” His voice deepened as he slipped into his more dominant persona. The one that made you shake and cry for him either to stop or keep going.

“I don’t wanna,” You whimpered.

“Why not?” He demanded.

“Bcause,”

“Because why?”

“I don’t wanna get punished,” You finally gave him what he wanted. So he had heard you right. And from the look in his hard almost black eyes, he had your punishment picked out.

“Pick a number over 5,”

“Eight,” He smiled a little, knowing why you picked that number. He sat you on his lap. His eyes tracking you like a panther waiting for his prey to enter the trap.

“Bend over Kitten,” You obeyed, resting your belly on your boyfriend’s lap with your ass in the air.

“Good girl,” He purred before ripping your lounge pants down your legs, knowing full well that you weren’t wearing panties since you two were originally winding down  for bed after your shower together.

“Count for me,” You nodded.

Smack

“1,” Your voice was clear in his ears, despite the handprint that was starting to become visible.

Smack

“2,”

Smack

“3,” Your voice started to waver a bit as you felt his large hand start to sting.

Smack

“4,” It started to burn now, making a tear leave your eyes.

“You’re halfway there baby girl,” He switched hands as his first hand started to now sting from spanking you as hard as he could.

Smack

“5,”

Smack

“6,” Your voice wavered as the smacks started to reverberate and spread to the place you now needed him the most.

Smack

“7,”

“You can take one more. This is your punishment, not mine. And you picked the number, not me,”

Smack

“8,”

“Good girl,” He slowly started to massage your now cherry red ass.

“You might as well ride me, Kitten. Since you can’t lay back,” He leaned back, patting his lap, where his cock was strained against his gray sweats.

You swung your legs to straddle him, determined to mess with his head and drive him insane.

“Gotta get rid of these,”

“Who’s the boss here, you or me? Huh? Who was the one being a little slut on TikTok. Looking at someone other than me,” He punctuated every sentence with a roll of his hips, the friction on your bare core making your head swim. 

“You, and I was the bad one,” You whimpered.

“Yes, you were being a bad girl kitten. Now for your punishment,”

“You spanked me! Wasn’t that punishment?”

“That was only part of it. Now’s when the punishment really begins.You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,”

“Okay but no using your tongue. That’s not punishment, that’s torture,” he grasped your chin in one of his large hands again, forcing you to lok him in the eyes.

“First off, who made you think you were in charge of your own punishment? And secondly, who said anything about eating that pretty pussy? But now that you mention it,” he got a devious smirk over his plump lips.

Oh shit!

“If it keeps your eyes from wandering, what’s pleasure without a little suffering? Plus I’m starving,” he growled as he threw you onto the bed, crawling up your body, lapping at your legs. As he got to your thighs, he started to suck harder, even biting a bit. At least enough to give you that sweet mix of pain and pleasure that you oh so craved while he was on tour. You moaned as he inched closer and closer to your heat.

Nothing compared to how your boyfriend ate you out, knowing exactly what areas to put more pressure on than others in order to send you to the heavens. Your hands flew to his hair, wrapping it tightly in your face, making a moan leave Seonghwa’s puffy pink lips.

The moans from him caused a vibration to rub on your pearl, making your own moan rip through the air, and your back to arch.

You were only stopped from him putting one of his large hands on your stomach to keep you still. When he introduced his long dexterous fingers to the mix, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Without warning, he stood up, stripping off his own lounge pants.

“I want to feel you cum on me,” He explained before entrapping your lips in a heated kiss. One where he dominated, and you let him. Seeing as you trying to avoid it was what got you partially in this predicament in the first place.

In record timing, he had his pants down, his cock springing free: red and angry from being hard for so long without release. As quick as he was off you, he was back on you, slipping into your damp heat.

With how long he was on tour, you had to take a second to reacquaint yourself with how big he was.

“Fuck Kitten! You’re so tight. I’m almost afraid to move. Almost,” he smirked before pulling your lips into another kiss and rocking his hips. You had to grasp his hair in your hands. You needed to pull on something, and your boyfriend’s silky jet black locks worked perfectly.

“I can tell you’re close Kitten. Cum for me,” He ordered and it was like you were pulled down in the tidal wave of pleasure at his words, not realizing how much you both needed this.

“Atta girl, Just keep listening to me Kitten,” He acted as your lifeboat in the tidal wave, keeping you grounded to your body.

“F-Fuck!” He hissed before you could finally make out his contorted features as he let his own pleasure fill him before filling you to the brim.

Once you both were back on Earth, the first thing Hwa saw was you running your fingers through his silky locks.

“I love you,” You whispered as his eyes fluttered and he could slowly piece together all of your features. The sex hair leading to the look of bliss in your eyes, and finally, all of the hickeys he left on your skin.

You attempted to stand to get water for both of you and some baby wipes to clean up. Except your legs weren’t cooperating.

“Damn Hwa, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk for a bit,” You giggled and he chuckled, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips.

“I’ve got you Kitten,” He told you before throwing a robe on and getting the recoup items.

“It’ll make you think twice about looking at San, right?” He chuckled, handing you the water bottle.

“I don’t know, seeing you get all possessive was kinda fucking hot,”

Taglist: @the-princess-of-mischief-1998 @multidreams-and-desires @faeratil

Read the other guys here: Hongjoong, Mingi

[nayedoll]

sweet coffee

joost klein x reader

summary : joost shows up at your apartment drunk two months after your breakup.

genre: fluff

rpf ahead, do not read if uncomfortable !!!

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You checked the time, unable to fall asleep after god knows how long you had been trying for. The clock read 4:01 A.M, the bright light emitting from it overwhelming your eyes. You sighed as you stared at the ceiling, accepting your fate for yet another night.

You had never been one to suffer from insomnia, the sudden lack of sleep getting to you and ruining every aspect of your daily life. You tried to convince yourself that it was the work stress but deep down you knew that the real reason behind your sleep problems was your recent breakup with your boyfriend of three years.

You and Joost had met at the coffee shop that you worked at as a struggling student during your university years. Absolutely mesmerized by you, Joost would come by everyday and order the same coffee; a cappuccino latte. It didn’t take long before you both fell in love with each other, helping one another heal from the struggles of the past.

But what started as a sweet relationship ended in the most bitter way you could have imagined. When Joost was picked to represent his country in Eurovision, you knew that he wouldn’t spend as much time with you anymore due to the hard preparation for such a big contest, something that you respected.

However, with time you felt him distancing himself from you more and more, calling you once every few days and giving dry replies. You tried to stay patient so as not to stress him out even more but him going on tour immediately after the contest ended was the last straw for you. After multiple days of nonstop arguing and crying, you finally made the hard decision to break up with him one day before his flight to Canada for a festival there.

Two months later, you were now sitting at the floor of your apartment with the windows wide open as you let the chilly summer night breeze clear your mind. You grabbed your phone and scrolled through your old texts with Joost. The last conversation you’d had with him was the morning after you told him to end things.

may 27, 8:06 A.M

you left your hoodie here.

it’s ok u can keep it.

oh ok. thanks

Seen

You took a deep breath as you realized you were wearing the same hoodie right now, softly playing with the fabric to feel some kind of comfort. Seeing things from a different perspective now made you think about how stupid it had been of you to end a three year relationship just like that.

The guilt overtook your thoughts as you felt tears swelling up in your eyes. The sudden loud banging on your door made you flinch in fear, quickly wiping away any tears with the sleeves of your -or his-hoodie. You got up slowly to check who it was, carefully looking through the peep hole.

Your heart stopped at the distorted sight of Joost outside of your apartment door. You quickly opened the door and his face lit up at your presence.

“Mijn liefste,” he exclaimed and you pulled him into your apartment by his hand in a hurry before any of your neighbors could come out and realize where all the noise was coming from.

Closing the door, he immediately quieted down as he hugged you tightly. You reluctantly hugged him back, feeling how sweaty he was. He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, obviously having come back from a night out.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and tried to pull back but he didn’t let you.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, his voice as sweet as ever.

“I didn’t know you were in Amsterdam. Aren’t you on tour?”

He tried to answer your question but gave up halfway, giving you an idea of just how drunk he was. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the sight, reminiscing all the times you’d seen Joost in similar circumstances in the past. He finally let go of you and you grabbed his hand, caressing it.

“Let’s take care of this first,” you laughed and he nodded as you tried your best to keep him from falling with Joost being way taller than you. After some minutes of struggling, you finally managed to walk him to the bathroom and left him alone to take a shower.

Meanwhile you made your way to the kitchen to make him some food, in hopes to sober him up a little. Finally having some time to your thoughts, you smiled to yourself as you recalled him calling you liefste earlier, a word you had grown accustomed to hearing while dating him along with other pet names.

He shortly came out of the shower already looking a lot more sober and collected. He smiled at you as you passed him the food, the two of you holding eye contact for a moment longer. Your eyes trailed to his body and you noticed he was only wearing a towel, growing worried that he might catch a cold.

“Hold on,” you hurried into the bedroom that you once shared, searching for any of his clothes. Luckily you came across some baggy boxers you’d stolen from him a while back, finally returning them to Joost.

He thanked you, though he was still topless. You got the idea to pass him the hoodie you were wearing, since it was his to begin with. As you took the hoodie off without a second thought, you were left with nothing than a bralette on top, making Joost glance to the floor to hide his smirk. You playfully slapped him on the shoulder before putting the hoodie on him, your eyes meeting again under the warm kitchen light, at a closer proximity.

It was evident in your eyes that you had so much to say to each other but didn’t even know where to start. He briefly looked down at your lips and you would have kissed him right then and there if it wasn’t for the fact that he looked exhausted.

“You should get some sleep,” you advised him as you stepped away. He looked away from you mumbling something in agreement.

He lied down on the couch and you recalled memories from the past when he’d carry you to the couch after getting back home together as his soft lips littered your face and body with small, gentle kisses.

“Sorry for waking you up earlier,” he said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“It’s okay, not that I was asleep anyway,” you reassured him. Joost made a curious face at your last words.

“How so?”

“I don’t know, I just haven’t been sleeping very well for some time after we…” you trailed off and he nodded apologetically. Things went silent for a few seconds, leaving you both to your thoughts.

“Come here,” Joost whispered, you looked over as he patted the empty space next to him. You smiled and slowly lied down with him as he rested his hand atop your waist. He turned to face you, your faces now inches away from each other.

This time you couldn’t avoid it. You kissed him, reluctantly at first but with more confidence as you felt him kiss you back. It was a sweet and slow kiss, mirroring the unconditional love between you both.

He pulled away, your breaths shallow from the length of the kiss.

“I love you so much,” he said quietly as his fingers caressed your face and lips.

“I love you too,” you whispered. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, Joost’s soft pants and the distant sound of the passing cars lulling you to sleep. The last thing you remember is the feeling of Joost wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer.

-

The bright morning sun woke you up, finding yourself still in Joost’s arms. You reached for your phone to check the time, the gesture making Joost wake up as well.

“Goedenmorgen,” he said in a raspy voice, placing a peck on your lips.

“Good morning,” you replied and got up from the couch, lightly stretching your arms to feel more awake.

“What time is it?” Joost asked, rubbing his eyes from the sleep.

“9:34 A.M”

He nodded, following you to the kitchen where the warm sunlight was emitting from the window. He sat on the chair, staring at you making breakfast.

“What?” you laughed noticing his smile and intense stare.

“You’re beautiful,” he responded, you turned around to hide the blush forming in your cheeks. His compliments felt like the warm rays of sunshine against your back as your face beamed with a smile.

“What coffee do you want?” you asked, voice still raspy from the sleep.

“Een cappuccino latte, please”

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Put it in your mouth

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember, week 1

Prompts: Make-Up Sex & Pillow Princess

Words: 1,191

Tags: Friends to lovers; Idiots to lovers; Anal Fingering; Oral Sex; Anal Sex; Power Bottom Steve; Service Top Eddie

Notes: Eddie "Foot in Mouth" Munson strikes again. He's putting so many things in his mouth in this one. Get it? (God, I'm hilarious.) 🤭

The sky is turning bright when Eddie crunches to a brake in Steve's driveway. He swings open his door and is halfway up the front porch when he stops.

He shouldn't be here, the nagging voice at the back of his mind says. Between the jitters before the tv gig and interview and everything that happened after, he hasn't slept in close to forty-eight hours. He can't exactly be trusted to make rational decisions, and even if he could, who's saying Steve wants to see him?

Eddie curses, replaying the memory that has been plaguing him the entire way here. He called Steve the second he returned to the hotel, grinning from ear to ear like the idiot that he is.

“Did you watch it?” he blurted the moment the call connected. 

“Yeah,” Steve said. The curt answer could've clued Eddie in, but he was still high on adrenaline and applause, so it didn't. 

“I dunno about you,” he sing-songed, flopping down on the bed and twirling the phone cord. “But I'd say that went pretty fucking fantastic.” 

“Fantastic?” Steve repeated dryly. “Yeah, right. Glad you think so, you fucking asshole.” 

Eddie stopped playing with the cord. 

“Stevie?” he croaked. “What's wrong?” 

Steve laughed. “If you don't know that, you're dumber than I thought.” 

Then he hung up. Eddie was left in his hotel room, staring dumbly at the receiver. When he tried to call back, Steve didn't pick up. 

Eddie wasted the better part of an hour lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Why was Steve mad at him? Ever since the beginnings of their unlikely, Upside Down forged friendship, he'd been fervently supportive of Eddie’s music. Showing up to his gigs, listening until late into the night while Eddie worked on new songs. Hell, he'd probably been more nervous about this whole thing than Eddie, seeing him off with a lingering hug and a promise to talk to him later. 

It must’ve been something he said at the interview, but what? Eddie scowled as he rehashed every single question and answer.

Where did he get the inspiration for his songs? He’d spouted some bullshit about ostracization and alienation and smalltown conventions, because the truth would’ve meant breaking about a million NDAs. 

Was he excited about the upcoming tour and album? Yes, obviously, he couldn’t wait to see all those different places, play in front of all sorts of people. 

Was there somebody at home rooting for him? A special girl maybe? Nope, nobody, he was happily single and planning on staying that- … wait. 

Eddie shot up from the bed so suddenly he gave himself vertigo, letting out a very loud and very colorful string of swear words. In the room next to his, someone banged on the wall, asking if he had any clue what time it was. Eddie didn't. He also didn't pause to find out. 

Now, a hasty check-out and one speed-limit-defying drive later, he’s staring at Steve’s front door, all previous courage slowly seeping out of him. 

Maybe he got this all wrong. Maybe he's imagining this. He has experience with imagining things - has spent countless nights fantasizing about what it would feel like, touching Steve as more than a friend. The feel of Steve’s lips, the taste of Steve’s skin. Maybe he should leave, come back with a clear head tomorrow, so that they can talk this over like the sensible adults they-

“Shit, Eddie?” 

The door is open, spilling light onto the porch. At the center of it, nail bat in one hand, disheveled hair back-lit in caramel and gold, is Steve. He's in his sleep clothes - checkered boxers and one of Eddie’s old band shirts that he stole months ago. Those pretty eyes are large with surprise, but when Eddie takes a hesitant step towards him, Steve’s expression closes off. 

“I don't believe you,” he mutters, and makes to close the door. Eddie acts on impulse alone, bridging the distance and wedging his foot into the crack. Steve glowers at him. “What the fuck do you want?” 

“You,” Eddie breathes , and closes the gap. 

From one second to the next, all of his doubts evaporate, because this right here? This is all he's ever wanted. They crash into the wall of the foyer, nail bat clattering to the floor, and Eddie spends a glorious few minutes reveling in the heady rush of Steve’s lips on his, Steve's mouth opening for his tongue, Steve’s nails clawing into his back. 

When they part, Steve is deliciously flushed, lips shiny and slightly parted, ragged puffs of breath tickling Eddie’s skin. 

“Want you,” Eddie repeats. “Fuck, Stevie, I've wanted you for so long. I'm such an idiot, I never-” 

“Prove it then,” Steve says. His arms loop around Eddie’s neck, slotting them further together, and Eddie gasps as his cock presses against his thigh - a long, hard weight through the thin fabric of his shorts. “If you want me so much, show me just how desperate you are.” 

*

“More. Deeper. C'mon, or are you tired already?” 

Eddie moans around an aching jaw. He isn't tired, he's in heaven. There's drool running down his chin, his tongue and neck and shoulders are on fire, but Steve is here with him, sprawled against the headboard like a king, spread out for him like a feast. 

Steve fists one hand into the curls at the back of his head, shoving him back down on his cock, and Eddie swallows him down in one greedy gulp, eager to show his devotion. Looking up at Steve through tear-clouded eyes, he pushes his fingers deeper inside, curling them to hit that sweet spot. Steve gasps and clenches around him, eyes fluttering shut, head tipping back to reveal that long neck. The taste of precum floods Eddie’s tongue, salty and delicious, and he moans around the cock lodged in his throat. Lust coils painfully in his stomach, shooting up his spine like red-hot sparks, and his naked cock throbs with it. 

“Please,” he says, pulling off with an obscene, wet sound. Steve looks down at him, brows raised, eyes bright and glassy with arousal. “Please, Stevie, I need-” 

“Huh,” Steve says, and Eddie can tell he's trying to sound unimpressed, even with the way it comes out around a shaky moan. “You think you've earned it?” 

Eddie smiles. 

“Me?” he says. He swirls his tongue around Steve’s leaking tip, reveling in the whine he gets when he pulls his fingers out. “Oh, honey, this isn't about me. This is all about you.” 

He licks and bites his way up Steve's hip bones, his stomach, that glorious chest and neck, drinking in every little gasp, every shuddering breath. 

“All that time you spent waiting for me to finally get it? I think you've earned it. You deserve to be spoiled rotten. You deserve to feel so good. Please, baby, let me make you feel good.”

“Asshole,” Steve says, but this time, it's full of fondness. “You always know what to say, huh?” 

“Not always,” Eddie murmurs against his mouth, greedily swallowing Steve’s moan as he pushes in. “Only when it matters most.” 

More smutty September

[swiftalchemy]

Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off

Taylor Swift x fem!reader smut

warnings: smut, oral(r!receiving), fingering(r!receiving), thigh/knee riding(r!receiving), fem!reader

summary: Taylor wasn't expecting you at her show, as you had dinner planned with your parents. But, in a turn of events when your dad gets the flu, you buy a dress to surprise her with at her concert. After that, she can't keep her hands off you.

word count: 4.2k

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Taylor frolicked around the stage, her body boneless as she flowed like wind. It was muscle memory at this point, the way she moved. 

You weren’t meant to show up at tonight's show, you had a dinner with your family, since she was touring in your hometown. But, your dad got the flu earlier this morning, so they cancelled on you and said they’d arrange something soon. So, without telling Taylor, you bid her goodbye, telling her you were meeting up for dinner, when you went shopping.

Your eyes scanned the racks, trying to decide on a dress for tonight's show. Finally, one caught your eye, a dark red one. Red was Taylor’s favourite colour, and as soon as you tried it on, you knew she would love it. You bought the dress, went home to get ready, and headed straight to her concert. 

You knew she was about an hour in already, and when you showed up, they let you into the VIP tent. 

Taylor was halfway through a song, one that was an earlier release, and from a previous album. As she went on, singing as she swayed back and forth, she scanned the stage and saw you in the VIP tent. Her eyes lit up.

She had to keep her cool, but she was screaming internally, ecstatic to see you there. She sang the words to you, a smile present on her face, a soft light blush appearing on her cheeks.

She kept going as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but every time she got a chance, she would look over at you, grinning every time. She even messed up a few times, giggling a bit at herself every time she glanced back at you and caught your eye.

She tried to be subtle, but her movements were a bit more exaggerated, the way she moved her hips being more obvious now. She knew that every movement, every wink, every sway, was driving you absolutely insane.

She wrapped up the song soon, breathing heavily. It was the last song of the night, and she was still riding the high from the start to finish. She was still a little out of breath from moving on the stage.

"Thank you guys for coming out tonight, you guys are so amazing."

The band played and gave it their very all as her and all her backup dancers and singers exited the stage for their final time tonight.

As soon as it hit the very second she walked backstage, her breathing steadied, her face flushed from the adrenaline. She took a few seconds to regain herself after all the excitement, and she saw you waiting.

Taylor's eyes widened when she saw you, her heart fluttering as she saw the state you were in. Not only were you already perfect, but in the dress you had picked, she could barely keep herself from screaming and jumping on you right then and there.

“What are you doing here!” she shrieked in excitement as she ran over towards you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

She held you tight, pressing her body into yours as she buried herself in you. She looked down at the dress you were wearing, her lips parting. She was struggling to keep her breath steady as she took in the sight of you, her hands gently moving to your hips.

“You look…” she breathed, licking her lips as her eyes raked your body. Taylor was biting her lip already, trying to contain herself. “You look so good, you know I love you in red.” Her hand slid across your chest, her fingers trailing down to your hips. 

“Hmm why thank you…” you responded to her, interlocking your fingers with hers.

“I have half a mind to drag you to the nearest closet and show you just how much I love this dress.” she purred, her chest just inches from yours, her body flush against you.

“Well, we can’t have you doing that, can we?” you giggle to her “How about you get all packed up for the night, and we’ll go back to the hotel, yeah?” you propose the idea.

She sighs, knowing you’ve got a point, but can’t help feeling like a spoiled child when you tell her no. “Fineeee.” She drags out the syllable in such a dramatic fashion, before she steps away from you, giving you the perfect view of her from behind, as she starts to pack her things up into her bag.

As she stuffs her things away, Taylor turns to look at you, her eyes once again falling upon the dress. Her heart fluttered. After a few moments, she was done packing, her bag in one her as she took you by the hand.

As soon as she pulled you close to her, she was gripping your hips, her eyes moving from your lips to your eyes, over and over again, her thoughts clouded with you.

“Let’s goooo” you say in a sing-song like voice, tugging her hand towards the exit. As you two made your way out from underneath the stage, the remaining crowds in the stands cheered. She gave them a wave and a sweet smile, thanking them once again for coming to her show. You two ran towards the car, fingers intertwined, as you leaped into the backseat.

Taylor was sitting as close as she could get to you, her body pressed against yours. She kept a tight grip on your hand, her thumb running over your knuckles. It was obvious that she was still struggling to keep her breathing steady, the excitement from the show, and her desire for you, clearly still consuming her.

She leaned her head on your shoulder, her breath hot on your skin as she nuzzled into your neck, a soft whimper escaping her lips. One of her hands slipped around your waist, sliding up and down, gently caressing your hip, her legs crossing over one another as she tried to distract herself.

“It’s only a few minutes, Tay…” you attempt to sooth her.

She groaned in annoyance at your words, even though she knew they were true. She was never very good with patience, and she always got worked up like this after a show, this was no different.

“A few minutes is forever when I just want to get you alone.” she whined, her hand gripping your hip a bit tighter.

She gently pressed open mouthed kisses to your collarbone and neck, as best she could while moving in the car, her breathing hot and ragged. She wasn’t thinking straight right now, all she could think about was the feeling of your body against hers, and how badly she just wanted to be with you.

“Tay…” you breathlessly say out as the driver pulls into the hotel where you two are staying.

As soon as your car comes to a stop, Taylor is throwing the door open. She gives the driver a quick thank you, before she’s grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the car with her, her pace quick as she practically drags you through the lobby and into the elevator.

The elevator seems to move slower than normal, and Taylor’s patience is growing shorter and shorter with each passing second. Her hand is gripping yours hard, her eyes trained on you. She’s biting her lip again, the elevator ride suddenly seeming like an unbearable wait for her. “Come on, come on…” she mumbles under her breath, the elevator’s speed not nearly fast enough for her right now.

As soon as the elevator doors open, Taylor is practically pulling you out into the hallway and towards your room. She has the key ready, fumbling with the door for a few moments, before it finally opens, and she's pulling you into the room with her, shutting the door behind her with a thud.

As soon as the door closes, she’s already on you, shoving you up against the door, her arms on either side of you, pinning you in place. Her breathing is harsh and ragged, her eyes raking up and down your body, taking in every last inch of you in that dress.

“Did you buy this just for me?”

“Only bought it so you could take it off,” you tease with a shrug of your shoulders, referencing a lyric of hers.

Taylor’s lips parted, her gaze darkening as she took in your words. A smirk appeared on her face, and she moved forward, her body pressing up against yours. Her hand found your hip, grasping at the red fabric of the dress, her hand slowly gliding up and down your body.

“Oh, I’m gonna do a lot more than just take it off.”

She leaned in close, her mouth hovering just millimeters from yours, her hand gripping your hip hard enough to dig her nails into you. “I’m gonna ruin this dress.” She whispered, her eyes falling on your lips, her own mouth curling into a smirk.

Without another word, her mouth was on yours, hungrily. It was like she couldn’t get enough of you, like she couldn’t get you close enough. The kiss was needy and messy, a clear sign of how badly she wanted you right now. Her body was pressed flush against yours, her tongue sliding over your lip desperately.

Her hands slid up and down your body, her fingers digging into your skin, desperate for the feeling of flesh on flesh. She’s letting out little whimpers into the kiss, her body flush against yours, her hips grinding against you subtly, the action an attempt to relieve some of the need building in her body.

She finally pulls away, her breathing heavy, her eyes darting all over your face, taking in every inch of you. Her hands keep moving, running down your sides, fingers slipping under the dress to gently caress your thighs. Her voice is low and shaky when she finally speaks.

“You have no idea how insane you drive me, how much I need you right now.”

“Well I’m not exactly saying no, am I?”

Taylor groans, her lips finding your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. Her fingers curled tighter into the fabric of the dress as her mouth works down your neck, leaving little marks here and there. She bites down just enough to get a soft moan out of you, gently sucking the spot she just bit to make a mark.

Taylor grabs your hand, yanking you off the door, and pulls you over towards the bed. She pushes you down, the backs of your knees meeting the edge of the bed as your legs give way, and she straddles you, her hands running down your body.

She leans down, her mouth by your ear, and her hands continue to trail down, moving to the hem of the dress. She’s tracing the edge of it with her fingertips, a smirk on her face.

She’s taking her time, knowing full well how much it’s driving you crazy. Every touch of her hands feels like fire against you, the way her fingers just gently graze your skin sending a shiver up your body. She’s taking her time, and she likes it.

“God, this dress is too gorgeous on you.” she purrs, her hands slowly inching the dress up your thighs.

“I knew you’d like it…” you reply breathlessly.

She smiles, her hands gently gripping your thighs, her eyes trailing up the length of your body, admiring every inch of the dress.

“You always look amazing, but this…” she trails off, her voice shaky as she tries to find the words.

“This is driving me crazy.”

She’s slowly moving her hands up, the dress gathering around your waist. Her mouth is at your neck, kissing and biting the skin, her tongue working its way over you.

Taylor's fingers toy with the edges of lace panties she finds there, her hips grinding down into you subtly. Her lips find their way to yours again, her tongue slipping into your mouth as her hands continue to wander.

She can tell how badly you want her, how much you need her, but she wants to get you even more worked up. She takes her time, slowly moving the dress up your body just enough to expose your torso, her hands gently caressing the newly exposed skin.

“You’re so good to me, I need you so bad right now.” she murmurs into your neck, another small bite to the sensitive skin.

You hum intently into the kiss, feeling her everywhere, “Please,” you plead for her to do something. Anything.

Taylor’s hands grip your hips hard when you plead to her, her fingers digging into the bare skin, leaving red marks behind. Her breathing hitches, your begging getting to her just as expected.

“Please what?” she murmurs, her lips by your ear.

“You know exactly what.” you groan in frustration.

A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she hears your plea. She’s enjoying every second of this, the way you're begging for her, desperate for her to touch you. She knows exactly what you need, but she wants you to beg for it even more. She wants to drag this out.

"I want to hear you say it."

“Please touch me, Tay” you ask her.

Taylor's eyes darkened as the words left your lips. Her breath was heavy, her body flush against yours, her own need for you growing almost unbearable. She wanted to tease you some more, keep you on the edge, but when you begged her, she knew she couldn’t keep this up.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” she whispered, her mouth crashing into yours once more, hungrily.

Her hands slid up your body, sliding under the dress before her hand found its way to your chest, a gasp escaping your lips as her thumb ran over your hard nipple. 

Taylor was moving quickly now, knowing how desperate you were for her. She didn't want to make you wait any longer, not when she could hear the need in your voice, the way you were begging for her.

She pulled the dress up over your head and tossed it aside, her eyes immediately taking in the sight of you in nothing but lace panties and her favorite color.

“You look so pretty in red.” she murmured, her eyes roaming over you, taking in every inch of your body. Her hands found their way back to your inner thighs, her fingernails grazing the skin delicately.

She pressed her body flush against yours, one of her legs sliding between yours, her knee pressing up against you. She leaned down to whisper into your ear, her breath hot against your skin.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Oh, fuck…” you slightly moan as her knee presses against you, the much needed friction hitting you in the right place.

You nod frantically, “Yes, Taylor, please…” you respond to her.

A soft hum vibrates through her throat as she hears your words, hearing you needing her so badly was almost too much. Her mouth finds your neck, making her way down to your shoulder, her own breathing growing heavier.

“I love it when you ask so nicely.” She whispered against your skin, her knee pressing up even harder, making sure to get the perfect angle to make you moan for her.

She’s moving her mouth all over you, kissing and nipping at your skin, leaving a trail of red marks behind. Her hands are moving with her mouth, her soft fingers dancing over your body, making you shiver.

Taylor’s knee is pressing up even more, desperate to hear more of those little moans escape your lips, wanting to hear just how bad you need her as badly as she needs you right now.

“Fuck, Tay” you whimper out, “Do more, please. Stop teasing.”

Taylor’s eyes darkened, hearing you beg for her to do more, to stop teasing you. How could she refuse when you were pleading for her like that, she didn’t want either of you to wait anymore.

“You want me to stop teasing?” she practically purred, her knee pressing against you even more, just to hear that cute little whimper out of you again before she finally gave in to your pleads.

She pushed you down even further onto the bed, her body leaning over yours, her hips slowly grinding down into you. She leaned down to your ear again, her hot breath falling over your skin as she began to speak, her voice low and hoarse.

“You want me to touch you? You want me to make you feel good?” her hand was running its way up your thigh again, higher and higher with each passing moment.

“Yeah…” you almost plead.

Taylor’s hand slips between your legs, her fingers playing gently over the lace of your panties, barely touching you. She’s just toying with you right now, hearing your pleading moans and whimpers, loving the way you’re under her, like you’re just at her mercy completely.

“Is this what you want?” she practically whispered against the skin of your neck, nipping it gently.

“Mhm…” you react to her touch.

Taylor’s touch gets a bit rougher, still gently tracing the edge of your lace panties, the thin fabric the only thing keeping her from touching you the way you really want her to, the way you’re practically begging her to do.

She loves seeing you like this, pleading for her, under her, completely at her mercy. Her hand finally slides underneath the lace, her fingers gliding gently over your skin, hearing the little whimpers as she teases you.

Her teeth graze your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin, her tongue leaving little chills against you. Her fingers are working against you now, slipping through your slick folds, rubbing and pressing all the right places.

She loves being the cause of these soft little sounds, the moans and whimpers, the way your body is pressed against hers, writhing under her every touch. She can hear how badly you need her, and she’s just taking her time with you, enjoying how much she’s driving you crazy right now.

Her fingers press up against your clit, her touch rougher now, wanting to hear how much her touch is affecting you, hearing your little whimpers and moans.

Taylor’s watching every single reaction you make. The little gasps, the way your body is arching up into her touch, the way you’re moaning her name, she loves it. She loves seeing you come undone under her, it’s one of her favorite things. She’s relentless with her touch, her fingers rubbing and pressing against that sensitive little bud, desperate to make you come apart completely for her.

One of her fingers dips to trace your gaping hole, preparing you before slowly pushing one in. She curls it, hitting your wall just right.

You can practically feel her smile against your neck as she hears the sounds she’s pulling out of you. She loves hearing you moan for her, beg for her, the way you’re practically falling apart from her touch, how you’re practically at her mercy. You’re just exactly where she wanted you.

She slowly slides a second finger into you, her mouth gently nipping and sucking at your neck, her pace fast and deliberate, wanting you to get closer and closer.

“Shit!” you gasp as she adds the second finger, rutting your hips up into her hand, almost fucking yourself onto her.

Your little gasp and the way you grind your hips against her hand are almost too much for Taylor as her own body is aching, wanting to touch you everywhere, but she’s too focused on the way you’re falling apart for her right now.

“You like that?” she murmurs against your neck, her fingers curling and pumping into you, wanting to hear you moan for her more, needing to hear your pleading words.

“Yeah… you’re too good- fuck… to me, baby.”

Taylor’s lips find yours again, hungrily, kissing you fiercely as her fingers keep moving, pumping into you perfectly. She wants to make you feel good, she loves hearing how good she’s making you feel. The little gasps that are escaping your lips are just perfect to her.

She pulls her lips from your, her mouth by your ear as she whispered, “You’re all mine,” her fingers picking up the pace, wanting to hear you come undone for her.

Her head removes itself from your head, moving down your body. She reaches your panties, already pulled to the side, as she kitten licks your clit.

Taylor's tongue is working over you quickly, wanting to hear those moans and gasps fall from your lips. Her tongue knows just how to get you going.

Taylor’s grip on your thighs get tighter as she hears you moaning her name, loving just how good she’s making you feel. She’s working over your clit, her tongue hitting every sensitive place that makes your hips jerk up into her mouth.

She removes her mouth for a second, spitting on your pussy, then coming down and licking a flat stripe upon it. She flicks her tongue for a few seconds before puckering her mouth and sucking on your clit.

Taylor knows all of your weak spots, how to get you to fall completely to pieces with her tongue working over you, your moans and gasps growing louder by the second.

You hand darts out as you intertwine your fingers in her golden hair. Your hips rock against her fingers working inside of you and her mouth on your pussy, desperate to come.

Your fingers in her hair are sending tingles down Taylor’s spine, she loves how much you’re needing them everywhere on you right now, how you’re holding on to her, like you can’t get enough of her hands. She can hear you, she’s taking you right to the edge.

She can hear your breathing getting heavier, almost faster, the little whimpers and gasps escaping your lips between moans of her name, and it’s all she needs. She’s right there with you, so close to the edge, and all she needs is to hear you fall apart for her.

“Oh, fuck! Tay I’m so, so, so close! Please don’t stop! Don’t stop!” you pathetically whine out.

Taylor’s head dives back down between your legs, not stopping for anything. Her tongue is working over you, wanting to hear you come apart, needing to hear you come apart.

The grip of your fingers in her hair is getting tighter, and she can tell you’re right there, on the very edge, about to fall over, and she’s desperate to hear it, she’s desperate to hear her name falling from your lips as you come.

“Holy shit I’m gonna come…” you whip your head back and squeeze your eyes shut, her pace on you continuing to be relentless.

All Taylor can hear now is the sound of you moaning her name, desperate, pleading for her to continue as you’re right on the edge, about to come. Her pace is picking up, her hand gripped tight around your thighs, your legs beginning to shake just a little under her touch. She can hear you growing louder, the sound of her name falling from your lips just so beautiful to her.

“Tay!” you scream as you feel your legs start to shake more aggressively, your orgasm overtaking you.

Taylor’s eyes dart up to watch you fall apart. The sound of her name leaving your lips as you come is absolutely perfect to her, hearing and seeing just how good she’s made you feel, how the pleasure is overtaking you. You sound so beautiful like this, she loves every second of it. She slows down her fingers, still keeping her mouth on you, wanting to get every last moan she can out of you before she finally pulls away.

She’s gently kissing your inner thighs as she feels your body shaking, feeling the aftershocks as you slowly come down from your orgasm. She gently pulls her fingers from you, her lips making their way back up your body, leaving a trail of gentle kisses against your skin as she moves upward.

“Oh, fuck…” you say breathlessly, coming down.

Taylor's smiling against the skin of your neck with your words, still planting soft kisses all over your body. Her fingers trace delicately along your skin, feeling the way you shudder slightly with her touch. She's so happy knowing how good she's made you feel, she loves hearing you still trying to catch your breath.

Her lips finally reach yours, gently capturing them in a kiss, soft and sweet. Her hands are still on your skin, pulling your body closer to hers. She pulls away for a moment, her forehead resting against yours, her eyes closed, a soft smile on her face.

She’s enjoying this, being tangled up with you, just feeling you against her. There’s no rush, no need to do anything more right now. She’s happy just laying here with you, her fingers tracing circles lightly on your back, taking in the moment.

“So…” she starts, “You only bought the dress for me to take it off?"

[queenlua]

hey lua what decks do phoenix aceattorney and miles aceattorney play in magic

PHOENIX WRIGHT

once upon a time, a friend bullied me into going to a Pro Tour Qualifier, which was probably the largest Magic tournament i’d ever been to at that time, right?

i was happy to be bullied, to be clear, but the problem was… i hadn’t played standard-format Magic competitively in about 2-3 years.  so my knowledge of the current metagame, what deck archetypes were popular, and what the current cards even were, was staggeringly limited.

“it will be fine,” said my friend.  “here, take this spare deck i built.  it’s super-straightforward and easy,” he lied.

he said this to me approx. 8 seconds before the first round began, so uhhhhh, i sure was playing a game of magical cards without ever having even looked at the damn deck before!

so, lo, literally in the course of playing the deck, i was learning how this shit was supposed to work.  “oh!” i’d exclaim with delight, halfway through my turn.  “THAT’S how those two cards are supposed to interact.  oh that’s super clever.  what a neat combo.”  and then i’d proceed to shiftily look at my opponent over my cards, riffle those cards a lil bit, and then say “pass” with as much of an enigmatic vibe as i could muster.

meanwhile, my opponent was Actually Prepared, and they were Trying To Win, and they were pissed.  they threatened to call Slow Play on me because i was taking so fucking long reading all the cards.  as in, he literally called a judge over, who stood there watching me the whole time, in order to determine if i was being Criminally Bad At Magic versus just A Regular Amount Of Bad At Magic, and i was sweating bullets the whole time because i didn’t know this deck or their deck or any of those cards and AHHHH why is the judge staring at me!!!

….which only served to make it EXTRA-humiliating for this poor fuck when i proceeded to eviscerate them 2-0.  hahahah get dunked onnnnnnnn nerd!!!

and then i also proceeded to eviscerate my next opponent???

sheer dumb luck.  i cannot overstate how ill-prepared i was for this tournament.  i absolutely did not deserve these wins.

meanwhile the friend who gave me the deck was having a much worse time with their deck, and they were like “what the fuck. you weren’t supposed to win. how are you winning with that shit, my deck’s so much better than yours”

anyway.  i think that’s the kind of scenario Phoenix would get into if he were an MtG player.  dude Gets Himself Into Situations And Then Uses Cleverness + Bullshit + Luck To Get Out Again.

(AA4-era Phoenix seems like he’s doing the same thing… but, in reality, he’s actually been meticulously crafting his deck in secret for the past six months.  he’s not even aiming to win the tournament, he’s just exploiting a known weakness in the opponent-matching system that lets him know with certainty who he’s going to get matched up against (spoiler: first round is Kristoph), and he’s hyper-optimizing his deck to beat Literally Only Those People.  meanwhile, Apollo, who built a tryhard hyper-optimized variant of Red Deck Wins, is lowkey annoyed that Phoenix's seemingly-random pile keeps vaulting him just one table above him in the standings, because Apollo knows his deck is better. he knows it!!!! just let him go 1v1 and prove it aaaaughhhh!!!)

((also, in case you want Actual Concrete Cards And Colors And Stuff: in general i think Phoenix prefers limited play (draft, sealed, "anything where you open booster packs on the spot & throw a deck together") to constructed play, because he doesn't like being tied down to any one game plan. when he does play constructed, i think he's less attached to a specific colors and more attached to specific mechanics. in particular: he's not a combo player exactly, but he likes mechanics that feel like bullshit. dude saw Madness for the first time & his eyes lit up & he was in LOVE, "you mean i'm discarding the card but then i can cast it for free??? hell YES." he absolutely ran a poison counter deck during New Phyrexia. ah fuck i just realized he was probably a huge stan for noted awful expansion Battle for Zendikar, i think i gotta cancel him now, sorry))

((and i think Phoenix also has a touch of Timmy in him! like, i went to a huge state tournament once with a bunch of really skilled players, and there was this one dude in our car who had a really solid deck, clearly adhered to a lot of the trends in the meta at the time... but his win condition was a Shivan Dragon. which wasn't a bad card at the time, it was a reasonable win condition, but it was... slightly suboptimal? not at all the obvious pick? sort of random? and multiple people asked him "why is that your win condition" & he shrugged and said "i like dragons." so the dragon stayed & that dude ended up getting second place in the whole tournament so FUCK optimal play, bring a dragon. i think Phoenix would sneak in a dragon now and again. just 'cause))

MILES EDGEWORTH

this one is trickier!!!

young!Miles is just going to play Whatever The Meta Deems To Be The Best Deck, right. the von Karma perfection thing and all. it's all very boring & micro-optimized to be the Best Deck Of Its Kind & he pours over the results of the big name tournaments week after week & does some math or whatever to hyper-optimize his own build of the Obviously Correct Deck. there is no soul in any of this, purely Executing On A Formula.

...but then he experiences Character Growth & has his big gay crisis & now he has to pick up the game again. he opens the latest tournament results... clicks around some win % stats for various cards in a desultory kinda way, and... his heart's just not in it, right?

enter 2-4 era Miles. 2-4 era Miles is playing some utterly unhinged Five Color Good Stuff thing. there's a lot of Planar Chaos cards in there, because that whole set was about Weird Shit & cards doing Stuff You're Familiar With (But In The Utterly Wrong Color!!!) & all that is resonating with Miles more than he'd care to admit. he cannot possibly talk about his unnecessary feelings but he can make a weird noise rock album about them. and by noise rock album i mean this fucking Magic deck.

and he's playing this deck with a 100% straight face, as though this is the exact same behavior that won him the Junior Super Series five years in a row & not a desperate cry for help from a madman. everyone else is like Miles... are you playing fucking singletons... in a fucking standard deck... you know your deck will be more consistent with four-ofs right... and then he gives a cool fish-eyed stare & taps out to cast some arcane bullshit legendary creature & gives a single rap of his knuckles against the table to indicate that he's passing the turn.

and it works, is the thing! all those years of training to be the Spikiest Spike Ever have paid off; this Five Color Good Stuff thing relies on some pretty clever insights to make the mana base work, and parts of what he's doing eventually get adopted by the larger metagame to become an Actual Serious Deck. but, like. it's still a monstrosity. any skilled players watching are still definitely wondering Are You Okay, Dude.

after 2-4, i think Miles settles back into playing something more normal. he still cares about winning, but he's going to do it with a touch of class. he wants a game that involves dialogue, some actual back-and-forth, because just trying to combo off is lame coward behavior.

aw yeah baby we're talking counterspells!!!

he's a blue player at heart & he's happiest when he's updating the autopsy report shutting down whatever his opponent's plan is. he'll splash other colors as the occasion calls for it, but he'd be happy running mono-blue the rest of his life. like, i ran a pretty fun Legacy deck back in the day which consisted of:

every kind of counterspell i could get my hands on,

propaganda because FUCK creatures,

thieving magpies for the card draw,

and a few silver wyverns to, y'know, actually win the game

...and i think Miles would appreciate that deck. just play counterspells until the opponent runs out of steam & then cruise your way to victory with a couple birds. simple. elegant. classic. doesn't involve any of this modern Planeswalker bullshit (Miles regards most developments that happened to MtG post-Time Spiral block or so as affronts to game design).

(i do think Miles has a secret fondness for sagas as a card type, however. they remind him of all that Character Growth, but in an abstract/subconscious/nonthreatening way. too bad most of them are a bit of poor match for the kinds of decks he likes to play)

FINALLY: i think Miles hates playing Commander with every fiber of his being & Phoenix loves it & this is a pretty serious point of contention in their relationship. poor dudes

[destinyisastar]

I'm the Fool 🥀

Alright I haven't written a single thing in MONTHS! So, one of my current interests is Hazbin Hotel so here is an idea for an Alastor story!

Think of the song Goddess by Laufey for future reference. This is just a part of the story (which may be the reason the title doesn't make sense yet) tell me if you'd like to see where else this can go! *This was written with a fem reader in mind*

Alastor x Reader

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Imagine:

You were an outstanding jazz singer. Your voice would send chills to anyone that was nearby. You wanted to be famous and knew that one day everyone would know your name. Your next stop on your tour for fame was in a bar in New Orleans ran by a woman named Mimzy.

It was tiny little place nothing too big, but it was better than nothing. Mimzy greeted you and your crew at the door. She showed you to your dressing room and gave the crew time set up on stage.

"Alright everyone! Settle down! Settle down now!", Mimzy takes a breath, "We have a special show for you all tonight!" cheering could be heard.

"Now you all know that I only give you what's best, besides the liquor here of course!" Mimzy giggles to herself," No, today we have a chance to see and hear a new rising star!"

You hold a hand to your heart, closing your eyes and take a deep breath.

"Please give a big loud welcome to the singing sensation Darling Y/N!" Whistling, cheering, applauding all sounds of praise can be heard.

You step on to the stage, waving. "Hello! Nice to see all you folks here tonight! Can't believe you all came here tonight to see little old me, it's simply a pleasure to be here tonight!" You giggle lightly. "How bout we get this show on the road!"

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You take a bow on stage, "Thank you all for an amazing night!"

Stepping off the stage gleefully you make your way towards the bar. "Darling! That was perfect, absolutely stunning, your gonna make it big, and when I say big, I mean big bucks!" Mimzy grabs you by the arm. "You'll have to remember me when you make it big after all I'm giving you the help you need for your little stardom." She gives you a wide grin.

"Yes, I'll remember you, I just need to make it there first, and it's not all about the money." You tell her calmly.

"Why of course it's about money, everything is about money, you can't be famous without being rich!" Mimzy laughs. "Silly girl, you still have a lot to learn!" Mimzy takes hold of your hand and begins to walk you through the small club. "I have an idea! Why don't I be your manager?! I can be a big help! I'll get you into all the clubs you need. "

You never really thought about having a manager, you like taking care of things yourself.

"Well, at the moment, Mimzy, I'm really not looking for a manager, I'd just like to keep singing wherever I go, it doesn't really matter where." You say smiling at her.

Mimzy's face scrunches up a bit and she holds your hand tighter. "Well, that's fine I guess but you'll need me one way or another." She mumbles and lets go of your hand. " Whatever, I'd like for you to come back again, you brought in a hefty amount of people, and they absolutely adored you!"

"You really think they did?" You ask shyly.

"Of course I do! Didn't you hear all that cheering? That was all for you and that voice of yours."

You smile, "Yeah I did hear it."

Mimzy grins, "Even though you didn't make me your manager, I'm gonna hold out on your deal that you'll remember me and give me a part of your fame, so I'm gonna introduce you to someone."

"Who's this someone?" You follow Mimzy as she leads you to a table in the corner. You start to feel nervous.

"He'll want to introduce himself, so I'll leave that to him." Mimzy takes a look at you, "Don't worry dear! He's nothing to be afraid of!"

At the table you see a man sitting there with a glass in his hand. You take a moment to take him in. As if he could feel you staring at him, he looks right into your eyes. He stands up from his chair and meets you both halfway.

"Alastor! There you are! Why are you all the way over here?! I thought you'd be in the front!" Mimzy puts her hands on her hips. You stand behind Mimzy suddenly feeling shy.

"Why Mimzy you know I'd want my own view." The man named Alastor says smiling.

"I picked out a seat specially for you for that exact reason!" Mimzy huffs briefly. She puts a hand on the small of your back and pushes in front of her. "Don't be shy now." She whispers to you.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure Miss Y/N." Alastor holds his hand out and you take it with a stutter. " Pleasure to meet you as well." You say to him feeling that your hand is a bit sweaty.

He takes your hand putting it up towards his lips and gives it a light kiss. Your face begins to warm.

"My, your voice is absolutely beautiful. I don't think I've ever heard such heavenly sounds before." He tells you letting your hand fall yet not fully letting go of your hand.

"Thank you for the compliment, although I'm not that great to be compared to heaven."

"Nonsense my dear, have some confidence in yourself! You are bound to be heard by the heavens themselves."

"You give me too much praise mister." You look away from him, feeling small in his gaze.

"The praise is very well intended, and please call me Alastor." You look back towards him.

"Ahem, Alastor" Mimzy nudges him, and he lets go of your hand. "Tell them what you do."

Alastor takes a look down at her and fixes his glasses," Yes, yes Mimzy I will," He looks back at you giving you a smile. "My dear I am a radio host in fact I'm the most famous host in all of New Orleans, and I'd be most delighted to have you as a guest."

"Really? I'm not all that special, I haven't got much experience, I don't think I'm radio material yet..." You begin to ramble.

Alastor just smiles and tilts his head slightly, "My dear," You look at him and give him a smile of your own. "It would be my pleasure to have you there with me."

You take a minute for yourself, "Alright I'll give it a shot," He grins even wider, " you'll help me right, Alastor? "

"Yes, of course I will darling."

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Alright! This just the beginning, please give me your thoughts. I haven't done this in a while. I'll start posting again soon enough once I make myself write again.

Have a good day!!

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: video gamer Steve who is very very private & constantly has competitions with his friends/followers. But one day he does & q&a and someone asks him about his ring/necklace (or something that is noticeable) & he talks about his partner. & Eddie who is a well known musician who talks about his partner Steve. And somehow their fans put it together that Steddie are together. Then they do a really cute q&a on Steve's channel all about their relationship & its really cute

MY LOVE!!! Honestly, if Liam didn't watch so many gamers on YouTube, I would be so clueless. I never got into video games (because I'm so so bad at them you guys it is actually embarrassing) and I never really watched streamers on YouTube or anything. But I know that some of them have like a cult following and so I am picturing Steve to be one of those here. Please don't ask what games he would play because this is a choose your own adventure part of the story. - Mickala ❤️

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Everyone made fun of Steve for how much he talked with his hands. Even on camera, his hands were constantly in the frame, moving and emphasizing his passion for whatever game he was playing for that stream.

He should have realized that wearing a ring on his usually bare hands would have given him away.

It was his first livestream competition since Eddie proposed on their trip to the Maldives.

He was still a little high off of, well, everything, and he wasn’t thinking clearly.

He ignored the first question that popped up.

who got you that ring?

He shared some basic personal stuff with his fans and followers, but he kept most things private, especially his relationship.

But then questions kept coming in.

R U ENGAGED???

usually the girl wears the ring right

If you’re taken I might have to unsubscribe

The last one made him pause.

It’s not like he was an idiot, he knew that there would always be a handful of people who followed him because he was attractive. He didn’t mind, especially because some of them would message him and explain that they ended up getting into games because of him.

“Okay, wait. Sorry guys. Um. I wanna address something before we start the actual stream.” He held his hand up, looking over at the ring Eddie proposed with. “I share a lot with you guys. I came out about a year ago during a stream as bisexual, and it really shouldn’t have been much of a shock, but it caused a bit of a…thing.” He grimaced. “And I guess most of the reason that I came out then was because my boyfriend had come out as well, and it felt like something we could do together without actually doing it together. Most of you know I was just gone for a week on a much needed vacation. I was with my boyfriend, and he proposed while we were there. I said yes because he is the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend my life with.”

Steve put his hand down, sighing.

“I understand if that makes some of you unfollow me, but I do hope you look at yourself and try to come to terms with why that is what makes you unfollow someone you enjoy watching. Anyways, the ring is beautiful, and it's a simpler version of one he wears every day, so it means even more.”

He felt relieved, but also a little stressed, and knew he’d be calling Eddie as soon as this was over to talk to him about everything.

“Let’s get gaming!” He gave his best smile to the camera.

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“Yeah, we had a nice week off together, alone, and I finally got to propose. I don’t think we left the bed for 24 hours after that,” Eddie laughed.

The interviewer laughed too, used to Eddie’s jokes and blunt answers.

“I’m glad you got to spend some time just the two of you. This has been a busy world tour for you and Corroded Coffin and you’re only halfway through!” The interviewer, Hannah, stated. She smiled at him when he nodded. “Anything new planned for the second half of the tour?”

“We can’t give out secrets, Hannah, you know that,” Eddie smirked. “But Gareth did say I should tell you about one thing.”

Gareth definitely had a crush on Hannah and had pouted endlessly about being scheduled for a different interview at the same time as Eddie’s interview with her.

“Oh?” she leaned forward, eyes gleaming.

She maybe had a crush on him, too.

“He actually wrote a song that’ll be on our next album. He doesn’t usually get bit with the writing bug, but someone’s inspired him,” he winked at her, smiling at her blush. “Anyway, it’s been added to the setlist for the second leg of the tour and we’re all really excited for everyone to hear it.”

Eddie felt his phone vibrating in his pocket multiple times. All the guys knew he was in an interview and couldn’t answer a call, so who the hell was calling him?

It was easy enough to ignore through Hannah’s next question, until it started again.

He reached in his pocket and checked to see who it was, eyes going wide when he saw ‘Stevie’ with a picture of them on their vacation lighting up his screen.

Steve never called twice in a row unless it was an emergency. He knew if Eddie didn’t answer, he was truly busy.

He felt his heart racing as he looked back up at Hannah, who instantly seemed to catch on to something happening.

“We’re going to a commercial break, but when we’re back, Eddie’s gonna share a few hints about the next album!” Hannah said, immediately shutting the mics off and gesturing for him to get up.

Eddie took off his headphones and stood, walking out of the room as he answered the phone.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just-”

“Hey, no, it’s not bothering me. I was just in a radio interview with Hannah so we had to cut to commercial break before I could answer. What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned that something terrible had happened.

“Fuck, I forgot that was right now. I’m sorry. Call me back when you get to the bus,” Steve seemed like he was trying to rush off the phone.

“No, Stevie, wait. What’s wrong?” his tone was firm enough to let Steve know he wasn’t going to let this drop.

“Um. I just had a livestream thing. And like, people asked about the ring, so I told them I was engaged and some people just didn’t take it that well and then I went online and some people have apparently put it together that the Steve you talk about is me because of something I mentioned about my vacation and something you posted about the vacation and so I think everyone’s gonna know and I’m sorry,” Steve was panting by the end, speaking a million miles an hour literally taking the breath from him.

“Okay, well, we knew this would probably happen eventually, my love. I’ll just call the guys and we can talk to Chrissy about it if it gets picked up by the media. No reason to panic,” Eddie tried to calm him down while watching through the window to the recording booth where Hannah seemed to be introducing a song to kill more time.

“But I ruined our plan!”

“No, love. People ruined our plan. And it’s okay, anyway. We’ll figure it out.”

“But your fans will be mad that it’s me. I’m just…me!”

“You’re not just anything and any fan of mine who says or thinks that, isn’t a fan,” Eddie sighed. “I love you, and we will figure this out. Whatever we gotta do, okay?”

Steve let out a long breath before responding.

“I love you too. Tell Hannah I said hi?”

“Of course. I love you so much, okay? ‘Til death and beyond.”

Steve let out a small laugh.

“You’re not allowed to use those lyrics in the vows. But I love you so much, too.”

“We can discuss that later. I wrote you a very metal love song that I fully intend to use some of in the vows. Okay, bye!”

He hung up before Steve could argue and walked back into the studio, mouthing an apology to Hannah, who just waved it off with a smile.

Everything would be fine.

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“The lighting isn’t ideal, but it’ll be fine,” Steve was pacing, double checking his set up while Eddie watched.

He tried helping, but kept being told not to touch things, so he ended up just sitting on the hotel bed.

Steve had traveled halfway across the country to do this, his stress was at an all-time high, and Eddie didn’t need to get his head bitten off.

“Five minutes,” Steve said, shaking his hands nervously.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Eddie said, waving him over to the bed.

“No, you’ll distract me.”

“Yes, which is exactly what you need for a minute. Come here.”

Steve sighed, but went over to him, dropping onto the bed and resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder.

“What’s got you so worried?”

“Everything.”

Eddie sighed.

“But specifically.”

“I just don’t want you or the guys to lose fans because of me,” Steve was playing with the edges of the hole in Eddie’s jeans absentmindedly.

“Sweet boy, we lose fans because we endorse a certain amp brand over another. We’ll be fine.”

“This is bigger, though. I’m just a nobody who got lucky on YouTube playing some games,” Steve whined.

“And I loved you before that. If they don’t want me to be happy, they aren’t real fans anyway. You’re my future, not whatever woman still thinks she has a shot with my gay ass,” Eddie said.

“But it isn’t just you who suffers.”

“None of us suffer. We lose some homophobic, idiotic fans who shouldn’t ever have claimed to be fans at all. None of us want people like that around.”

Steve’s alarm went off to signal one minute before the livestream started.

He jumped up and pulled Eddie up with him.

They’d already gone over everything together, discussed it with Chrissy and the guys, even Steve’s manager, Robin, about how this would work.

Steve would pretty much act like it was any other livestream, but Eddie would be there for the first five minutes or so so they could do a quick explanation of things.

Eddie would do a phone interview with Hannah in 30 minutes while Steve was gaming, covering a bit more and answering some questions about their relationship.

Then they’d both have a night off to decompress in the hotel before Steve had to fly back home and Eddie had to head to the next tour stop.

Hopefully, the buzz would die down relatively quickly.

Steve did his normal intro, but Eddie’s hand rested on his knee out of sight, squeezing once when he heard his voice start to shake a little while introducing Eddie.

“There’s been some rumors about us, and we just wanna be completely honest about things so that the rumors stop,” Steve continued. “First of all, we’ve been together for almost four years. Way before I got anywhere with YouTube, before Corroded Coffin had even released their first album. And we were friends long before that.”

“Even though I had the biggest crush on him in high school, I didn’t admit I was in love with him until we both moved to Chicago. Wasted years,” Eddie shook his head.

“Second,” Steve smirked, looking over at him for a moment. “The week off in the middle of his tour had been planned for Jeff to go home and be with his family for his wife’s birthday and daughter’s graduation.”

“Anyone who thinks Steve threw a fit about needing a vacation and made the band take a break is just saying so out of spite that we had to move around one of the tour dates to make the week off work. It’s not up to you to come up with a narrative,” Eddie added, brow raised like he was chastising children.

“And finally, most importantly, what either of us choose to share is up to us. We do not owe anyone any explanations. Our relationship is ours. Being public figures already takes away a lot of our autonomy, and this is something neither of us will budge on. We are willing to share our happiness, but we are not willing to let everyone become a part of our life together.”

Sometimes, Steve said things in such a way that Eddie couldn’t do anything but stare at him in awe. He loved him more than anything, and sometimes the only thing he could do was kiss him.

He did so now, not exactly forgetting they were live streaming, just not really caring.

Steve tensed for a second, but then relaxed, cupping his cheek and smiling into the kiss.

Eddie pulled away and looked back at the camera.

“On that note, I’m gonna leave Steve here to his gaming. If you aren’t nice, I’ll ban you from Corroded Coffin shows for life,” he waved before standing and leaving the camera’s view.

Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly as Eddie walked out of the bedroom, blowing kisses back at Steve the entire way.

—-------------------------------------------

After that, Eddie made random appearances on Steve’s live streams, and Steve flew out to a handful of shows to support Eddie.

It’s not that they were hiding before, but they just hadn’t felt like they should have to try to.

Now they didn’t.

Steve even did a Q&A with the band on tour while playing games with them.

They were all pretty terrible at it, complaining most of the time about how D&D was so much easier than this. Eddie didn’t play, but he sat next to Steve and braided his hair while he kicked their asses, asking them all the questions that popped up from people watching.

When he got to one for him, he smiled and kissed the top of Steve’s head.

“This question is for me. How did you know Steve was the one?” The guys all groaned, but they were smiling. “Well, I knew he was the one back in my first senior year. I tripped on the step into the gym and Steve was the only one there. He helped me up and smiled at me, and I was a goner.”

“He’s lying to you all,” Steve said without looking away from the game. “He knew when I made him homemade banana bread. His exact words were, ‘I’m gonna marry you so hard someday, Harrington.’ and then six months later he proposed.”

“Both can be true,” Eddie pouted.

Steve paused the game and turned to him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Every moment I have with you proves you’re the one for me,” he said before turning back to the game and leaving Eddie silently shocked.

“This is the last time we come on this thing, Steve,” Gareth said.

“Yeah. You broke him,” Jeff agreed.

[sturniololoco]

Could u do a Colby Brock x sturnilio triplets sister? Like shes a part of the triplets channel and goes with them to Collab with Sam and Colby

Are you Scared?

Colby Brock x Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS)

Warnings: Kissing, ghosts, random shit, etc.

Note: Kinda set from the collab but some event r out of order, might do a part two, let me know

SLS's POV

Today was the day I've been looking forward to for months:

My triplet brothers and I are going to film with Sam and Colby!

I've been "stalking" their account since we got the invite, and I must admit, their channel is pretty cool, not to mention Colby, who just so happens to be very good-looking.

I got ready, wearing a pair of black cargo pants with a cropped baby tee for the occasion. I put my hair into an elegant slicked-back bun, making sure everything was perfect.

"Hurry up SLS/N! I gotta pee!" Yelled Chris's sleepy voice from outside of our hotel bathroom.

rolling my eyes, I unlocked the bathroom door and walked out, lightly punching his arm in the process.

"Okay, cutie! I see you!" Nick said as I walked out of the bathroom and sat next to him on the bed as he put his shoes on.

I smiled at him, grabbing my airforces to slide on as we waited for Matt and Chris to get ready.

-

"Alright! Who's ready to get gohstified?"Nick asked once were driving to the haunted hotel.

I laughed at his choice of words while Chris and Matt cheered from the front seat.

Leaning over, I snapped a quick selfie with Nick, mentally reminding myself to post it to my Instagram when the collab was posted.

As we pulled up to the hotel, I could tell that people thought it was haunted. The place just screamed old, scary, and ghost-filled.

I felt nervous butterflies erupt in my stomach as we walked through the threshold of the hotel's front door.

"Hey, guys!" I heard a voice say.

I could tell it was Sam's since we've watched about 30+ hours of their channel in the past week.

We smiled as we walked over to them, my brothers dabbing him up as I gave him a polite side hug. He told us to follow him so we could go find Colby.

But when he said his name, I got butterflies again, but I don't think they were scary ones.

Weird.

-

"What's up, you guys!" Colby said as we met him in the main lobby sitting area.

And I was right, he was very good-looking, even more so in person.

My brothers performed the same actions as they did with Sam, dabbing him up casually, and talking with them about how excited they were.

But I felt my face get hot as I wrapped my arm around Colby's midsection for a side hug. And the height difference was so extreme that he had to lean down to wrap his long, muscular arm around my shoulders.

as I walked back to stand next to Nick, I looked back at him to see him looking at me, with a slight smile on his lips.

My face was officially as red as a tomato.

-

Colby's POV

I knew the triplets had a little sister, but I had no idea that they had a little sister who was hot as fuck and had a great sense of style.

She was so perfect in every way, from her slicked-back hair to the shoelaces on her airforces.

She gave me a side hug in greeting and I had to lean down to wrap my arm around her perfect shoulders.

I was kind of upset as she let go to stand with her brothers, but she looked at me on her way there, her cheeks perfectly pink with a small smile playing on her lips.

She might not of been able to see it from the outside, but on the inside I was smiling like an idiot.

-

We started with a tour from the nice lady who worked at the front desk. She did a very good job interacting with the camera, as well as flirting with Chris.

That left me enough time to stand behind the camera, which just so happened to be where SLS/N was standing.

From "stalking" the triplet's YouTube channel, I could tell she was a little camera shy, hence why she didn't appear in a whole bunch of their videos.

But all the same, she came. She's now walking behind Sam who had the camera on the tour guide and her brothers.

Halfway through, she stopped to look at a painting, letting the others walk a little ahead of her. I stopped too, and decided to take my chances.

"You like this one?" I asked her, hands behind my back while I stood next to her, admiring her as she admired the picture.

She turned her head, looking a little startled as her cheeks started to turn pink.

Fucking adorable.

"oh-I, uh... guess it just caught my eye." She said, adding a cute little giggle to the end of her excuse.

I couldn't help but smile at her, just her presence alone was enough to make my chest flutter.

we began walking side by side as we caught up with the others.

"Are you having fun so far?" I asked her, trying to make the silence less awkward.

"Oh my gosh, yes! when I heard I got so excited!" She said, turning her body slightly to look at me.

I smiled at her again, happy that she was happy to be here.

-

SLS/N's POV

I was honestly so happy that Colby stopped to talk with me. He must have noticed that I shied away from the YouTube videos and came to talk with me.

We caught up with the others as the tour guide left, right beside a picture of a little girl with faded, green skin.

sam explained that we were all going to put candy on the frame as Colby got out a bag of candy from their backpack.

Everyone grabbed one as he held the bag open, then set them on the frame.

I was last, reaching to grab a strawberry-looking candy from the bag As I pulled my hand out, I brushed his, earning another red face from me.

I looked up at him with nervous eyes, but he looked down at me, giving me a smile while whispering,

"You're okay. Go put your candy up there."

I instantly obeyed, following his orders as he put his candy next to mine.

"oh my gosh! This is a great picture for the photo dump SLS/N! Get together with Colby real quick!" Nick said, whipping out his phone.

Colby and I looked at each other stunned for a moment before wrapping our arms around each other in a side hug, leaning into each other to pose for the camera.

I could feel the muscles in his torso and back as we smiled, making my heart flutter and my face turn pink,

again.

-

Colby's POV

I felt bad putting my hand on SLS/N's bare torso for the picture, but her arm around my back caused the baby tee she was wearing to slide up, exposing a little bit of her perfect frame.

Her cheeks turned pink once again as we pulled apart, smiling at each other.

Once we were done, Sam began explaining the elevator game.

-

Once Matt and Sam began their journey up, Nick, Chris, SLS/N, and I were supposed to start our own challenge, but then SLS/N spoke.

"Is there a bathroom in this place?" She said, looking around slightly.

"yea, there's one down the hall, I'll show you if you want," I said, mentally cursing myself, knowing we had a job to do.

She gave me a small smile as she followed me down the hall and back to the main sitting area of the lobby.

"it's right in there, just walk to the right," I said, pointing to the women's side of the bathroom.

"By myself?!" She asked, fiddling with her fingers slightly.

"I laughed under my breath.

"Well, seeing as I'm a guy, I can't really go with you, now can I?" I said to her, feeling the goofy smile spread across my face.

"I uh don't really have to pee anymore actually, you can go through." She said leaning against the wall, trying to look casual.

It didn't work. She looked completely terrified of going into the bathroom alone. She was still picking at her nails and her face had gone bright red.

But now I decided to use this to my advantage.

-

SLS/N's POV

Colby walked over to me and rested his forearm on the wall above my head. I could smell his musky, warm scent as he leaned in closer.

"Are you scared?" He whispered, his hot breath fanning over my face.

A smirk was playing over his perfect lips, knowing exactly what I wanted him to do next.

I nervously shook my head yes at his question, not knowing what else to do as my face burned hotter than the sun.

At this point, he was smiling lustfully at me, only leaning in closer.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." He said in his husky voice, finally leaning in and closing the gaps between our mouths.

The kiss was soft and sweet. Warm and protecting. Our mouths moved in sink with each other and his hands grabbed my sides, no longer hesitant to touch my bear skin.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead on mine. Just as it looked like he was about to say something, he quickly pulled away and sped down the hallway.

I stood there, shocked, but then regained my surroundings and chased after him.

Just as I was about to say something, we rounded the corner to see my brothers, Sam and Matt back from their trip, and the camera pointed at us.

the red light on,

recording.

Lemme know if you want a part two!!!???

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[shitsndgiggs]

Hi , how are you , if you’re no too busy, could write something where reader is a part of a successful girl group or a successful singer and Kenan go to one of her concert as a surprise

FRONT ROW TO MY HEART - KENAN YILDIZ

Kenan surprising you at your concert

Kenan Yildiz x singer! reader

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The arena was buzzing with energy, the sound of thousands of fans screaming my name still echoing in my ears as I stood backstage.

My heart raced as the final touches were made to my outfit, the shimmer of sequins reflecting off the mirror in front of me.

I loved this part—right before the show started, when excitement and nerves mixed together into one electric feeling.

But something was off tonight. Not with the crowd, or the show—I just couldn’t shake the fact that Kenan wasn’t here.

I knew he had a busy football schedule, and with my constant touring, we barely saw each other these days.

But this was a huge night for me, one of the biggest concerts of the year, and I couldn’t help but wish he were here to experience it with me.

I pulled my phone out for the hundredth time, hoping for a sweet text or something. Nothing. Just the usual fan messages lighting up my notifications.

"Y/N, you're on in five!" My manager called, giving me a thumbs-up as she passed by. I gave a nod, slipping my phone back into my bag with a sigh.

I took a deep breath, shaking off the disappointment. I had a job to do. The crowd was waiting for me, and I wasn’t about to let them down.

The stage lights dimmed as I stepped out, and the roar of the audience was deafening. I waved, flashing a wide smile as I began the opening notes of my first song.

The adrenaline kicked in almost instantly, and for a moment, all my worries disappeared as I lost myself in the music.

But just as I moved into the second verse, something—or rather, someone—caught my eye in the crowd. Sitting front and center in the VIP section, under the brim of a low-sitting cap, was Kenan.

I almost missed a beat, my heart skipping instead as I locked eyes with him. I hadn’t expected him to be here, not at all.

He’d mentioned having training earlier, and there was no way he could’ve made it on time—or so I thought.

I nearly laughed into the mic as I saw him wave, a sheepish grin spreading across his face like he’d just been caught.

My chest tightened with emotion, but I had to keep my cool. I still had a concert to get through.

Song after song, I kept sneaking glances his way, unable to help myself. Every time our eyes met, he’d shoot me a thumbs-up or a smile, his gaze never leaving me.

It was like he was the only person in the crowd, and for a second, I was singing just for him.

When I reached the halfway point of the show, I couldn’t resist anymore. As I sat down on the edge of the stage for a slower, more intimate song, I decided to have a little fun.

“So,” I said into the mic, glancing out at the sea of fans, “I’ve got someone really special in the crowd tonight.” The crowd erupted into cheers, thinking I was talking about a random fan. I grinned, my eyes drifting to Kenan.

“There’s this guy,” I continued, teasing. “And he thinks he’s sneaky, sitting there all casual like I wouldn’t notice him.”

Kenan’s head shot up, and even from the stage, I could see him shaking his head, grinning from ear to ear. The crowd went wild, but they still didn’t know who I was talking about.

“I just want to say, thank you for coming, you know who you are.” I gave him a wink, and the crowd screamed, still clueless.

But Kenan? His grin grew wider as he lowered his cap a little more, but I could see the blush creeping up his neck. He wasn’t one for big public displays of affection, but I could tell he was loving this attention from me.

The rest of the concert flew by in a blur, my energy at an all-time high knowing he was there, supporting me, watching me live my dream.

By the time I finished the last song and the lights dimmed, I felt like I was floating.

Backstage, I barely had time to catch my breath before Kenan found me. He slipped in through a side door, his smile wide and his eyes full of admiration.

Without a word, he pulled me into a tight hug, his familiar scent wrapping around me.

“You were amazing,” he murmured into my hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

I pulled back, grinning up at him. “You didn’t tell me you were coming!

Kenan chuckled, his hand sliding around my waist. “Wanted to surprise you. Did it work?”

“Are you kidding? I almost forgot the lyrics when I saw you sitting there!”

He laughed, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

I leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace, my heart swelling with happiness. “Thank you for coming, Kenan. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Kenan smiled down at me, his eyes soft. “I’d go to every concert if I could. But, you know, football…”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah, Mr. Superstar.”

He smirked, pulling me closer. “Says the one who just performed for thousands of people.”

We both laughed, but it was one of those moments where everything felt right, like the world had stopped for just a second, and it was just us.

“I love you, you know,” I whispered, looking up at him.

Kenan’s eyes softened even more as he cupped my face gently. “I love you too. More than anything.”

[tsmukanii]

Heir to the Throne

Wednesday X Firebreather Reader : I'm not sure where this is going but I'm having fun with it.

“Y/N, you’ve only been here for a week, and this is the 3rd time you have been in my office for roughhousing." It's not like it was your fault. People are just asshats that need to be put in their place. You can’t help it if they see you as an easy target.

“I didn’t start anything and you know that.” You couldn’t argue for yourself further, already drained from it all.

Principal Weems could see it written on your face. She couldn’t help but feel pity for you, already knowing how hard your situation is but before she could say anything more on the matter, the door to her office opened. You turned your head to see who possibly saved you from this lecture. 

 “Oh pardon the intrusion, a student said you were ready to see us now.” You immediately knew that it was Eugene, the thought brought a small smile to your face but it quickly vanished when you made eye contact with her. It was like making eye contact with death itself; as if wrapping you up in its cloak. It was calming to you in a way. What you didn’t know is that you had affected her as well. 

“Y/N, do you mind showing Wednesday to the dorms while I get everything settled with Mr. and Mrs. Addams?” You shook your head as a means to break the sudden trance you were in but also knew the headmistress took it as you accepting.

“Oh please no need for formalities Larissa, after all we were schoolmates.” You could see the slight grimace behind her smile but still she nodded along to the statement and then set her eyes on you.  You couldn’t really refuse knowing that this was punishment for fighting again, even though you were just minding your own  business. But still with a roll of your eyes, you gestured for the girl to follow you without saying a word about the matter. 

You could feel Weems’ stare on your back, taking it as a sign that she will track you down after this but you couldn’t care less. You walked in silence, making no move to strike up a conversation with Wednesday. You were halfway to the dorms when she spoke to you, leaving you in shock of how soft her voice was. 

“You do realize you are bleeding, correct?” 

“...What?”

“Your nose is bleeding, though your blood is quite an interesting color…perhaps you would be interested in letting me use you as a test subject one day.” 

You snorted thinking she was joking but stopped when her face never changed realizing that she was completely serious. You quickly reach up to wipe the blood away glancing at the bright green color before wiping your hand on the back of your pants.

“Uh sure, it could be fun.” You swore you saw a little upturn of her lips before it turned back into a blank stare. She didn’t say anything else after that so you continued on your way. When you finally reached the room you hesitated for a second before knocking, remembering how she was when she first gave you your tour. You could see Wednesday raise a brow at your actions and she got her answer when you both walked into the dorm room. Enid squealed when she got sight of you.

“Y/n! Omg, you finally decided to come pay me a visit!” You were quick to interject. “Yeah actually I’m here on business.” you gesture to the girl next to you. “Omg! You must be Wednesday, I’ve heard so much about you!” Enid moved toward her in an attempt to hug her but was quickly rejected. 

“Uh Wednesday this is Enid Sinclair, your roommate. Enid, Weems wants you to give her a tour of the school.”

“Oh ok so what are you gonna do?” 

“I’m gonna go thank Eugene for getting me out of another scolding. Wednesday it was…interesting meeting you.” You sent a nod her way before doing the same to Enid and quickly making yourself scarce.

Wednesday slowly turned to Enid , taking her in before opening her mouth. “So, are you going to stand there gaping like a fish or are you going to start your tour? 

–

You arrived at Eugene's hut fairly quickly while also being wary of Weems who you can hear entering the courtyard. You push open the door, spotting Eugene sitting at a small table looking over his notebook.

“Dude I owe you big time for getting me out of there, I couldn’t take another moment in Weem’s office.”

“Eh it’s no biggie I mean you only got in trouble because you were helping me. I’m just sorry those jerks said you attacked them.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m pretty sure I got in a few good hits so that they’ll think twice about messing with you again.” He smiled at your words before reaching into his bag pulling out a jar or honey, holding it out to you.

“Here, to say thanks. I make it myself,

 I add in chamomile and sometimes lavender. It's actually really good.”  You don’t hesitate to grab the jar, smiling at the fact. 

“I’m sure it does, maybe we can plan for tea next week or something.” Eugene lights up quickly nodding his head.

“Of course! Anytime except Thursday, I have a foraging expedition.”

–

“So I heard that you got into another fight yesterday. Did you win?”

“Of course I did but it wasn’t my fault, they were picking on my friend.”  

“Rude, I thought I was your friend.”

“I can have more than one friend Sinclair, isn't that why you’re in my dorm painting my toes? So has Wednesday tried to escape yet?”

You felt Enid pause at your question quickly looking up at you before focusing back on your toes.“You think she’s going to run?”

“Of course she is, it’s written all over her face.”

“Are you sure we were looking at the same face?” You roll your eyes at her before smiling.“God Enid I get that she’s all stone but trust me she’s gonna do it. Probably during the fair, I bet you ten bucks she asks you to help.” You hold your hand out to her and she quickly shakes it just knowing you were going to owe her.  After that you two talked a bit more about what was going on around campus giving Enid her fill of new material for her blog before her watch went off letting you both know that it was almost curfew. 

After you both said goodnight, you went to your desk to finish sketching the outline for your latest comic but you were interrupted by the sound of scurrying outside your window. You didn’t pay any mind to it, thinking it was a squirrel but then you heard a tap on the glass making you whirl around to see a disembodied hand waving at you. 

“What the fuck?”

[lemoniiiiiii]

when he's home

(evan peters x fem!reader)

inspired by: a fic on ao3 that i cannot find for the LIFE of me, will update if i do find it :'(

- summary: your husband evan comes home in the middle of the night from a long work trip.

- content: good ol' wholesome vanilla smut, p in v, yk the regular (?) stuff (btw i'm not good at writing smut srry), very slight angst, pregnant!reader (early pregnancy, NOT A KINK just a plot point)

a/n: not proofread, this is my first evan fic PLUS my first fic on tumblr so i do apologize for any posting etiquette mistakes and/or just an overall shitty fic!

__

evan dropped his bags by the door, careful to not make much noise as he immediately headed up the stairs. he was downright exhausted, but excited to hold you in his arms after a month apart. the european press tour for his latest film just ended and he only had a few days off before having to hop on another plane, so there was no time to waste.

as evan turned the doorknob to your shared bedroom he halfway hoped you'd be awake. he could imagine the sight: you curled up in bed in his t-shirt, still scrolling away on your phone despite how late it was. you'd probably have a snack too from the stash in your end table that you thought he didn't know about (but he did). a soft chuckle exited his lips at his thoughts and he walked in to (almost) the exact view his mind had conjured up.

you were in bed, and curled up in one of his favorite t-shirts -- but you were asleep. evan approached your still body, admiring the soft snores emanating from you. oh how he missed that sound.

considering the phone in your hand it was safe you say you fell asleep using it (which made the "lovrhd yuo missssxcym youuuy" text he had last received from you make much more sense). when he gently took it and plugged it in to charge, you stirred in bed, brows furrowing.

"welcome home" you mumbled, eyes still closed.

"hi baby," he replied in a whisper before kissing your forehead. a smile was evident in his voice which made you smile in return. you opened your eyes to see him leaning over you, a stupidly joyous grin plastered on his face. "and baby..."

you both looked down at your abdomen. a rush of feelings hit you as you were reminded of the reality you were going to be parents.

"how are you.... two?" you both laughed at his clunky delivery. "is it weird to say it like that?-"

you swiftly sat up and sweetly brought your lips to his. evan's stubble tickled your face which made you grin even wider, if that was possible.

"i missed you.." evan breathed between kisses, his voice filled with desire.

"i missed you too- so fucking much..." your hand reached his cheek and he leaned into your touch, putting his large hand over yours. the way he looked at you, completely and utterly in love, made your heart melt.

you hoped he knew you felt the same exact way.

"to answer your question," you began. "we're doing very well. i made an ultrasound appointment for tomorrow morning but look-"

you lifted your shirt to your chest and laid back.

there it was. well, kinda.

your stomach protruded slightly, only a little more than whenever you got bloated, but it was firm.

evan stared.

you chuckled at his reaction. "i told you your pull out game is weak as hell, but you just never listen do you?" you teased.

he laughed in response, shaking his head as he leaned down to give you a long and deep kiss. seeing you like this- with your bump, proof of your child's existence- was overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

"i love you... i love you.." evan whispered again and again while lightly taking your chin in his hand. he moved your head around while placing small pecks all over your face, making you giggle. his kisses were somewhat sloppy and wet, exposing the underlying neediness in his romantic affection.

"i love you too baby..." you pouted.

evan moved to your stomach and gave it a few soft kisses as well. you wouldn't be surprised if this was all he was going to do for the next couple of months. you wouldn't mind either.

he laid beside you, one arm propping up his head, the other reaching over to grip your side, rubbing it with his thumb. there was a pensive look on his face as he returned to staring at your bump. you could tell he was trying to hide it, but it was obvious something was definitely bothering him. normally you would've spoken up about it, but you wanted to give him the space to speak on his own time.

"i can't believe i have to leave you again..." evan muttered.

ah... that's right. in a few days he would be gone again, while you stayed behind to work on your own projects. the timing of everything was frustrating for the both of you.

you ran your fingers through his dark curls as you spoke. his shoulders relaxed a bit at your touch. "it's only for a couple more weeks-"

"i don't wanna miss anything"

"i know but, it's early... not much is going on anyway-"

"still, i wanna be there for you-"

"you already are" you reassured him. he always worried if he was doing enough, if you were happy, even though he always went above and beyond to meet your wants and needs. it pained you that these thoughts plagued him. "evan, it's not forever.. you'll be back before you know it"

your husband looked up at you with an exhale. he knew you were right, and was appreciative of how easily you were able to bring him down to earth. he took your hand off his head to kiss your knuckles individually, his lips lingering longer on your wedding ring. beginning at your hand, he kissed up to your elbow, before bringing his thigh over and straddling you. with his body hovering over you, you couldn't help but turn into a blushing mess. evan took this as the perfect opportunity to tease you.

"mrs. peters..." he said with a sultry and endearing cadence. "what would i do without you?"

addressing you like that always short-circuited your brain despite the fact you had already been married for 4 years and evan knew this very well.

"oh fuck off..." you smiled, looking away from him.

"woah, language... we've gotta get a handle on that mouth of yours. can't be cursing around the babe" he joked and pat your stomach.

you turned back and pulled him towards you desperately, hands roaming his neck and the curls at the back of his head. your tongue dove deep into his mouth, soft moans escaping your lips from time to time. your legs bent and unbent, squirming under your husband's dominant position. you knew what was coming next but you didn't know in what way and your mind was going crazy flashing explicit images in your head of how evan was going to take you. to say you were aroused was an understatement.

one of evan's hands went from caressing your hips to underneath his your shirt, cupping a handful of the soft flesh of your chest. you winced, having forgotten the new sensitivity of your breasts. evan pulled back, looking at you with slight concern.

"i'm okay, i'm okay, just a bit sensitive keep going-"

he hesitated but took your word for it and continued massaging, albeit much more gentle. your underwear's fabric went over his hand as he went to grope your bare ass, revelling in its malleability.

"hey, are you sure it's-" evan said as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties.

"yeah it's fine-" you answered quickly, untying the drawstring of his sweats. "i asked my gyno"

having your approval, he tapped your sides signaling you to lift your hips, removing your bottoms and placing a pillow beneath you for comfort. you returned the favor, pulling down his sweatpants and briefs in one swift motion. evan took two fingers and slowly slid them repeatedly through your soaked folds, gently squeezing your clit with the two digits instead of just running over it.

"shit..." he mumbled under his breath. the fact you were already so excited for him contributed greatly to his own arousal.

"who needs to watch their mouth now?" you breathed out with a smirk.

evan's eyes crinkled as he realized his mistake and let out a chuckle. "remind me to make a swear jar later today" he now stood on his knees in between your legs. pumping his length, he readjusted himself to line up with your center before pausing to look down at you. "let me know if it's uncomfortable or something doesn't feel right and I'll stop-"

it was adorable to you that he still harbored concern for you after you told him it would be okay, but you had an almost feral desire that needed to be satiated.

"baby... i need you to fuck my brains out" you said with desperate laugh. your hormones were haywire and it had been about a month since you last had sex. you needed this.

"okay my bad" evan laughed once again then thrust himself into you.

the sound of both your groans filled the room as he bottomed out and began bucking his hips. wanting to be close to you, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his gasps muffled by your skin. the feeling of him inside you was addicting for sure and your body moved against him naturally, accentuating the pleasure. you could tell he was careful not to put too much of his weight onto your stomach.

"i missed you so much...needed you..god.. so good.. i love you..." the string of sweet nothings whispered into your ear between his moans made your body quiver. you wrapped your trembling legs around his waist while your arms tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to take it off. evan helped you, removing it within a second and throwing it god knows where.

you were reminded of his tired state as his thrusts were rough and inconsistent. nevertheless they were filled with love and kind of exactly what you wanted from him. being the sweet man he is he was never really rough (at least at his current age, you both were a little crazy when you were younger) unless you really asked him to.

your voice became shaky as you quickly began to reach your peak. "fuck- evan!" you cried out in pleasure.

evan's whole body shuddered in response to your whimpers, his need for you only growing. his movements were more intense now and you were sure he was close as well.

you returned to kissing him in a passionate daze, your hands going anywhere on him your body could touch. a few more deep thrusts pushed you over the edge and your entire body shook as your lips gave a shaky wail. not too long after evan spilled into you. he began to lay on top of you in his exhaustion before correcting himself and rolling to your side.

"...you okay?" he asked in a soft tone, as he does every time.

"mmm.. fan-fucking-tastic" you murmured and turned to put your head down on his chest.

evan wrapped his arm around you, bringing you into a gentle embrace, instinctively rubbing your bump. being in his arms was the best feeling in the world. he loved to keep you close and cuddled up against him while he caressed your body. that's when he found you the most beautiful-- just as yourself. he kissed your forehead tenderly, looking down into your lovely eyes as he pulled away. you noticed he was smiling again. then broke into an adorable chuckle.

"what?" you asked, his laughter contagious.

"i'm just so happy baby..."

"me too..."

you cuddled him tighter and you both fell fast asleep, bodies intertwined, a little part of both of you sandwiched between you.

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(this is such a clunky nothing burger of a fic grrr i'm sorry)

[didhewinkback]

you're my best friend

the last chapter of the something old universe. it is, in fact, the proposal. the photos are more for a general vibe, he is not wearing a baseball cap when he proposes okay.

warnings: smut; switches pov halfway through. word count: 18k

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June 2022

“I wanna marry you.”

You freeze, the plate in your hand clattering onto the table as you look up at him, his own eyes as wide as you imagine yours are, looking like he absolutely did not mean to say what he just said. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears as you stare back at him, his mouth opens and closes a few times like the words won’t come out.

“Are you -” you start to ask but stop yourself, not sure if it is totally ruining the moment if you ask if this is what you think it is, if he is actually proposing to you in the backyard in Italy while you’re wearing your ugliest pair of gym shorts, covered in stains from the dinner you had just finished cooking. It’d be fine if he was - more than fine, it’s just you haven’t talked about any of this and he’s still on tour for another year - 

“No. ‘m not - this isn’t -” he cuts off your mental spiral, as he plants his hands on the back of the chair he’s standing behind, shaking his head. “This isn’t a proposal.”

“Ookay.”

“It’s a… proposal for a proposal.”

“Okay?” you say with a laugh as he grimaces, head dropping down with a big exhale. 

“Swear ‘ve planned this out better, been practicing what to say -” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair before holding it out to you. “Can you come over here, please?”

You walk over towards him, taking his hand and he pulls you in, wrapping his arms around your waist as you bring your hands up to his face, thumbs rubbing over the pink tinge blooming on his cheeks.  

“Your heart’s racing,” he mumbles, pulling you closer against him. “Can feel it.”

“Yeah, well, you gave me a bit of a shock there.” you say and he groans, leaning his head into your hands. “You’re blushing.”

“Feel like I mucked this all up.”

“You haven’t -”

“I didn’t mean to say it like that -” 

“It’s alright,” you say gently. “I just don’t really know what you meant to say?”

His eyes graze over your features as he takes a deep breath, steeling himself.

“I want to marry you.” he says, the look in his eyes making your breath catch in your throat. “Been thinking about it for a while now and think - I know it’ll be the best thing I ever do. But I - ”

He pauses, looking down for a moment before looking back up at you, his eyes a bit unreadable as he shifts his weight to his other foot. You brush your thumb along his cheekbone before sliding your hands down to his shoulders, squeezing the back of his neck once. 

“But I know that ‘s a bit complicated because I’ve done this bit before.” he continues, eyes flitting across your face when your stomach drops, his ever perceptible gaze picking up on even the slightest change of your expression before he quickly speaks again. “‘S important to me that we talk about this ‘nd see where we’re both at with it. Because I don’t want to do anything that’s gonna make y’ feel uncomfortable or second rate or summat -” 

He cuts himself off, brow furrowing as he shakes his head in frustration, staring off into the yard, eyes watching the slowly falling sun. He turns back to face you after a few moments, new determination in his eyes. 

“This means everything to me, you and I.” he says, eyes never wavering from yours. “Everything. But I want us to do this whatever way you want. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, however you want to. I mean - if you want to -”

“I do.” you say, breathlessly cutting him off, heart stopping in your throat when you watch the way your words hit him, his whole face opening up, his eyes blinking rapidly. 

“Okay. That’s -” he huffs out a laugh, swallowing before speaking. “I mean that’s good. That’s really - Christ, I’ve never been less smooth in my life -” 

“I know, what is going on with you?” you ask, laughing when he drops his head with a groan. “Did you think I was going to say something different?”

“No - I just.” he stops himself with a sigh. You give him a second, before gently cupping his jaw and lifting his face back towards you. He looks at you, eyes grazing over your features before he plants a kiss to your palm. “‘s been fucking me up a bit, thinking about how I may have ruined some part of this for you. ‘S a big step, this. And it bloody kills me to think that my past may have soured this for you. ‘S the last thing I ever wanted to do-” 

“Whoa, hey, I know.” you say gently, brushing your thumb along his cheekbone, the days old stubble scratching your skin as he goes quiet, watching you with rapt attention. “It’s not been soured at all.”

“No?” he asks, hands tightening around your waist. 

“No,” you say with a firm shake of your head. “I mean, I don’t love thinking about you proposing to someone else but I don’t think that has anything to do with us, not now, after all this time has passed. It feels very different now, you know? Everyone’s moved on and your bloody Uncle Mack has finally stopped making jokes at weddings about how your cousins should watch out for me, how it only takes Twist men one time to get it right -”

Harry groans, squeezing his eyes shut as you laugh. “I still am really sorry about that. Mum did give him a proper bollocking for it, though, if that makes it any better.”

“It does.”

“Good.” he says, the corner of his mouth hitching up slightly, his shoulders relaxing, looking the most at ease he has since this conversation began.

“You know, I have given this a fair bit of thought myself this past year,” you say, you can feel his breath hitch. “And never once has anything I imagined felt soured or ruined by anything you or I have done. So I really wish you’d talk to me, instead of tying yourself up in knots over it -”

“Talking to you now, aren’t I?” he grumbles sheepishly.

“Yeah, and how’s that going for you?”

“Oiii -”

“Can feel you sweating through your shirt -”

“Oh cheers for that, darling. Next time I have one of the most important conversations of my life I’ll be sure to keep my perspiration levels in check -” 

“Perspiration levels? You are such a nerd -” 

“Yeah, a nerd you’d like to marry - 

“Oh god, you’re right,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, heartbeat picking up when his mouth twitches into a smile. “What does that say about me?” 

“That you’re very charitable.” he says, arms tightening around your waist, his gaze dropping to your lips. “Or quite stupid.” 

You snort out a laugh, leaning in slow, nudging your nose against his.

“Feeling quite lucky actually,” you mumble against his mouth before pressing your lips to his. He instantly crushes you against his chest as he kisses you back, taking his time, kissing you the exact way you like to be kissed. He’s mumbling in between kisses, “‘s me who’s the lucky one, baby” the words falling against your lips as he refuses to pull away for too long, kissing you like he has all the time in the world. 

He pulls away slowly, lips dragging across your skin as he kisses a line up your face, resting his mouth against your forehead. 

“Nothing has ever felt like this before,” he says quietly. “Never wanted anything more in my life.” 

“Me either.”

“I did want to talk about it for real though.” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling back to look you in the eyes. “I’d like to propose to you, properly, get down on one knee, tell you how much you’ve made me a better man…unless that is something you don’t -”

“No, I would.” you say, his lips twitching up at how quickly you cut him off. “I would like that. But I’d like that to just be us. No one else but you and me. if you do it publicly or have a flash mob planned, I’m going to say no.” 

“There goes all my plans,” he says, soft smile on his face as he brings his hand up to cup your jaw. “What else would you like?”

“I’d like to have a wedding.” you say, the look on his face making your stomach swoop, your cheeks heat up as his thumb brushes against your skin, matching grins practically splitting your faces in half. “Would quite like to see you cry when I walk down the aisle.” 

“Baby, ‘m gonna weep.” he says, pulling your face towards his so he can kiss you, though it's not much of a kiss, given how wide you’re both smiling, giggling against each other's mouths. “What else?”

“I’d like to say vows to you”, you say, your breath catching as you watch him take a deep breath, his eyes going misty. “Tell you that it’s only ever been you, for me. And that it’ll over ever be you.”

He cuts you off with a kiss, his lips gentle against yours despite the way his grip has tightened as he walks you a step back so you’re flush against the table, his hips resting against yours. 

“What else?”

“I’d like to go on a long honeymoon and have a lot of sex,” you say and he huffs a laugh against your neck, tapping your hip with two fingers before helping you push yourself up onto the table, widening your legs so he can fit in between, his hands slowly roaming your body. “I mean, a lot.”

“What else?” he asks softly, lips dragging against your skin as he plants a line of slow kisses up your neck. 

“I’d like to be your wife,” you say, breath catching when he pulls his face back to look at you, adoring eyes trained on yours. “Been dreaming about what it’s going to feel like when you call me it for the first time.” 

“I’d like to be your husband.” he says gruffly. “‘S all I -”

“Me too.”

You regard each other for a moment, hearts racing, misty eyes locked on each other, in awe of this life you’re building together, of the road that lays ahead of you. Knowing the person right in front of you is who you want to be with for the rest of your life. And knowing they feel the same. 

You can’t really help it when the tears start to fall, feeling overwhelmed with the love you have for the man in front of you. Overwhelmed by how much that love has grown and shifted over the course of your life, never not a part of you, never stronger than it is now. He cups your jaw with his hand, thumb softly brushing away the tears, looking none the more held together himself.

“I know, baby. I know.” he says. “Me too. S’ - just - c’mere.”

He leans in, kissing you with everything he has, hand steady on your jaw as his lips drag against yours, pulling you closer to kiss you deeper. You wind your arms around his neck, your hand coming up to play with the hairs on the nape of his neck as his tongue slides over yours. He’s holding you like the most precious thing, his other hand tightening its hold on your hip as he kisses you over and over.

He pulls back to breathe, leaning back in to kiss you once before pulling back, his lips dancing along your cheeks until he hears you laugh, pressing one more kiss to your temple before pulling away. 

“Can I say one more logistical question and then I swear this sweaty conversation will be over ‘nd you can make me sweat in other ways -”

“Jesus Christ -” you say and he barks out a laugh, smiling wide when you laugh with him, his hands holding you tighter as he smacks a kiss to your forehead with a giggle.

“‘S just - I’d like to wait a bit.” he says. “Work is still quite crazy ‘nd I’ve kinda got this fantasy of getting to be in one place with you for a while once we’re engaged. Not having to jet off to any obligations or anything. Unless you’d rather-”

“No, no I don’t think I’m ready for all that quite yet. That makes sense to me, waiting a bit.” you say. “I’m not really in a rush, I’m still quite content being your girlfriend.”

“Oh that’s great to hear, cheers for the feedback.” he says, grinning when you giggle. “So how’d you feel about like… sometime after the end of tour next year?”

“Yeah, I think I could be someone’s fiancée by then.” you say, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face as he smiles back at you, the two of you just staring at each other giddily. “I’d have to check my calendar, but I should be able to squeeze you in.”

“Never had a problem doing that before,” he says, giggling when you swat at him before grabbing your hand and interlacing your fingers, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “So that sounds alright to you then?”

“Yeah, it’s alright with me.” you say, and he squeezes your hand, planting a kiss to your knuckles. 

“I love you so much baby.”

“I love you too.” you say, words drifting into a sigh when he leans in to capture your lips. His hands fall to your hips, gripping tighter as his mouth starts to pull away from yours, planting a line of kisses along your jaw, slowly making his way down your neck and taking his time.

“Is dinner gonna be fucked if I do you on this table right now?” he says, and your laugh quickly turns into a gasp as his tongue darts out along your neck, sucking at the skin and making his presence known. 

“We can reheat it.” you say breathlessly. “Or go into town later. I don’t care. I need you, I need -”

“Yeah, yeah - me too baby - ”

He lifts off your neck to capture your lips once more, immediately deepening the kiss as he groans into your mouth. His hands slide down your hips and trail along the front of your thighs, gently guiding them wider. He pulls back, licking his lips as his eyes roam your body, his pupils blown wide as his chest heaves before leaning in to kiss you once more. 

“Suppose I should should start practicing getting down on my knees.” he mumbles against your mouth, pulling back slowly with a wink as he slowly sinks down to the ground, pulling you closer to the edge of the table as his lips start to trail down your thighs and everything else fades away.

September 2023

“This spot look okay?” he asks, pulling you to a stop on the middle of the hill. You look out at the completely empty field that surrounds you, the view of the town just a ways down the hill, almost sparkling in the September sun. It’s just you and him for miles.

“Bit crowded, innit?” you say and he snorts in reply, waiting for you to look back at him so you can see his eye roll in full effect.

“Good one.” he deadpans, seemingly taking your snarky answer as confirmation that this is a nice spot to stop, as he squeezes your hand once before letting go, placing the picnic basket on the ground. You reach into your bag to pull out the blanket, unfurling it before laying it down and taking a seat as he gets to work on unpacking the basket and you know better than to disturb an artist at work.

It’s a new hobby of his, borne out of a competition with Gemma a few weeks ago to see who could arrange the best snacks for the boat. Naturally, he lost and has not been a decent sport about it. He is now a man possessed. You bite your tongue as you watch him pull out the board - yes he packed a board - and begin to assemble the charcuterie with utter concentration. 

“Can feel y’ about to laugh at me.” he says, not daring to look up from his careful arrangement of cheeses.

“I’m not even saying anything!”

“Yeah but you forget how well I know you,” he mutters, pulling a container of sliced peaches out of the basket and making quick work of getting them on the board. “Can feel it in your stare.”

“I -”

“But don’t you worry, baby,” he continues and you can feel him on the precipice of a dramatic monologue, “I’ve dealt with my fair share of critics. People who don’t understand the vision of a true artist, don’t appreciate the skills required to tackle such a task. I know how to rise against adversity -”

“Jesus Christ -”

“I believe in myself ‘nd my work,” he barrels on, undeterred, trying his best to maintain a straight face but you can see the corner of his mouth twitch up, “‘m not afraid to face my haters -”

“Oh my god,” you say, laughter breaking through your words as you tackle him back against the blanket, straddling his hips as you slap your hand across his mouth, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he looks back at you, looking all too pleased with himself as his hands coming up to rest against your thighs. “Are you done? Can you be? Please?” 

He shakes his head, eyes crinkling as you slide your hand down, resting on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your palm.

“I’ve got more in me baby. But you’ve found my kryptonite,” he says, eyes darting down to your mouth before looking back up at you, hands sliding up to squeeze at your hips. “Quickest way to shut me up. You on top of me.”

“You forget how well I know you,” you say, in a horrible impression of his voice, expecting him to take the bait, crack a joke but instead his face softens as he shakes his head almost imperceptibly, his hand coming up to rest at the back of your neck, pulling you in. 

“Could never forget that. Not ever.” he whispers. “Come here.”

He pulls you in, his lips pressing against yours so gently you almost forget how you ended up here, trying to shut him up from his stupid joke that you secretly loved, which he knows as well as you. 

You both pull back slowly, slightly panting into each other’s mouths as you lock eyes and he’s got that look on his face, the look that makes your breath catch in your throat, the look that makes your heart race, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The look you’ve seen more times this year than any other, the look that you won’t let yourself fall for this time. Because you know what's on the other side of this look. You can feel it in your bones, can read it in his eyes, knowing you want the same things just as badly. Looking at you like you hold the keys to the universe. Like it’s just the two of you on this planet. Like he’s moments away from saying those words you’ve been waiting for, the words you talked about last summer.

You saw it on his face after his last night at Wembley, convinced he was about to propose to you stark naked in his dressing room, his dungarees still pooling around his ankles. You saw it the morning after the last night of tour, when he slept in the latest he’s slept in two years, after he rolled over to find you quietly reading as you waited for him to wake up, sleepy eyes locking with yours. You’ve seen flashes of it all week, when you came back from the market when you got the exact honey he likes, when you woke up early three days ago to join him on his morning run, when you decided to go for a midnight swim completely naked two nights ago. 

He’s always been shit at surprises is the thing, always too excited to see the person’s reaction so he inevitably spoils it anyway. It’s something Gemma has ragged on him about for years, the amount of times during their childhood that he blurted out the gifts they got their mum for her various birthdays, always too excited to see her reaction that he couldn’t contain himself. It happened throughout your friendship too.  Like the time he burst into your room on Boxing Day when you were ten to tell you your families were going on a joint holiday that year mere hours before your parents intended to surprise you, or the time he flew on a red eye from Paris mid filming to see you on your 22nd birthday, completely ruining Roxy’s elaborate ruse by blurting out, “I’m outside” on the phone when he was supposed to pretend he was stuck on set all night.  So you’ve always had the feeling you’d know when he was about to propose, that he wouldn’t be able to contain himself due to the excitement and gravity of the occasion but so far this motherfucker has been a steel trap.  

But you can see it now, in the look on his face. And you can feel it, you swear you can. It’s in the way he’s slowly brushing your hair from your face, his other hand resting on your hip, a light but possessive hold. But you know better than to fall for it this time, know this will be another one of those moments where he can knock the wind out of you with a mere look in his eyes and then say something completely mundane like…

“Food’s ready.” 

Exactly. You barely suppress an eye roll, giving him a quick kiss as you roll off of him, though he doesn’t let you get far as he sits up, rearranging himself so you can settle back between his legs, your back pressed against his chest, the platter of snacks within reach. 

“Did you already take a pic to send to Gem or should I wait before diving in?”

“Y’ know sometimes, the artist just creates for the sake of creating. Doesn't need an audience to validate his passion - ,” he says, laughing when you groan, pressing a kiss to the back of your head before mumbling, “course I’ve already taken a picture.”

You dive into the food from there, reaching into the basket to pull out the wine you packed, pouring it into the paper cups you brought and handing him a glass. You’re both buzzing about having this time together, just the two of you, no work obligations, no friends or family to host, just getting to hold each other close and talk about everything and nothing. 

He teases you about the absolute state you left the kitchen in a few weeks ago, when you Gemma and Roxy had a few too many and were convinced you could make authentic Italian pizza, which resulted in more dough stuck to the ceiling than you’d like to admit. You tell him about the early stages of planning you’ve been doing for your parents 30th anniversary party, desperate to properly celebrate the most aspirational love story you’ve ever known, two people who have always put their love for the other first in everything they do, just two best friends who have loved each other deeply all this time. And he only asks about 15 times to see pictures of Sammy, the puppy you’re adopting in two weeks when you get back to London. It’s mostly just the same two pictures he’s seen one hundred and nine times but that doesn’t stop his face from completely lighting up all the same, as he says “he’s gonna be ours”. 

Hours pass, but it could be minutes, time always seeming to fly when the two of you are together.  And most of the food is gone, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence as you play with his hands resting in your lap as his head rests against yours when you’re almost bowled over with emotion for a moment. It’s just - you love him. Can’t believe that after all this time, you can still have the most fun just sitting and talking to each other, never getting bored of hearing every thought in his head or getting to make him laugh or being on the receiving end of one of the cheesiest jokes of all time. 

“This is just one of my favorite things,” you say softly.

“What is?” he asks.

“Talking to you. Listening to you talk. Like in my life I’ve probably talked to you more than I’ve talked to anyone else and I still just never get tired of it.” you say, leaning back into his chest as his arms tighten around you. “I just really love you, you know?” 

“Yeah, I do.” he says softly, his hand coming up under your chin to guide your face back to his, kissing you gently as his thumb strokes against your cheekbone. He pulls back slowly, planting kisses along your cheek, temple and hairline, arms wrapping around you to pull you tighter against him. “Do y’ remember the first time we met?”

“When we were six?” you ask and he hums in response. “I mean…not really? I can’t tell if what I remember is because I actually remember it or if I’d been told it. I remember being really obsessed with Gemma.”

“Oii –” 

“Just because - hey, let me finish,” you say with a laugh, “She was nine going on ten and we were only six and she was so bloody cool and I got to be neighbors with her.”

“Fair play.”

“Thank you very much.” you say, smiling at how easily his delicate ego can be bruised. “I can remember like, flashes of that time but my more vivid memories with you are from years later. But my mum talks about it all the time - when we first moved to Holmes Chapel, meeting your family and it always, always makes her cry.” 

“Why?” he asks softly, his hands finding yours again, squeezing lightly. 

“I think -” you start to stay, brow furrowing as you try to place these memories flashing through your mind. It’s nothing tangible, there’s no clear image in your mind but you’re grasping at the ghost of a feeling, that that little six year old you felt, surprising yourself with how emotional you feel. “I think she had been quite nervous about the move, feeling badly we could no longer afford our old place once Dad lost his job and she’d been really nervous she just fucked my whole life up, taking me away from the friends I had made at that age. I was quite a loud kid but became pretty quiet when we first moved, like I could sense that my entire life was changing even if I didn’t fully understand why, so she got scared that I would just be alone all the time or have a hard time making friends. But she always says that - oh fuck, this is going to make me cry now too -”

“What is it?” he asks gently, thumbs rubbing over the backs of your hands.

“She says that there was a moment that she knew I would be okay, and that we’d be okay and that her and Dad had made the right call. It was a few weeks after we moved, she had left me playing outside for a moment when she ran in to grab something and a few minutes later she heard me laughing really, really hard. Like when she tells this story, she says she’d never heard me laugh that hard before. And she came back out to see what was going on, and there you were. And we were just playing together and really cracking each other up. And that’s when she knew we’d be alright. Because of you.”

You can feel his sharp intake of breath and you turn in his hold, his hands falling to your hands to steady you as you settle onto his lap. You just take your time looking at him, the man that boy grew into, the handsomest man you’ve ever known, the only man you’ve ever loved. God, you love him. You’ve always loved him, but it’s different now. You’ve never felt like this before, about anyone, him included. What your younger selves thought was love was merely scratching the surface of what it means to know him like this, to be entrusted with his heart like this. It’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you, him. It feels impossible to describe most days, how the hell you got lucky enough to fall in love with your best friend, to have him love you back just as hard. You blink back into focus and he’s got that look on his face again, his eyes glassier than usual as he swallows back against the emotion. 

“Y’ never told me that story before,” he says, leaning into your touch when your hands come up to frame his face.

“Think Ang was saving it for a big speech someday. So if you hear it again, just pretend you didn’t.” you say and he huffs a watery laugh. “She’s got a new ending for it now though.”

“What’s that?” his voice is barely above a whisper.

“That there are three times she’s known deep in her bones that I’d be alright, that I was right where I was meant to be.” you say, breath catching as you blink back tears, softly brushing his hair back over his ear. “One was when she found us playing when we were six, one was when I gave that speech at graduation and the third… was when you came out onto that courtyard, looking for me.”

“Baby -”

You close the gap between you in a millisecond, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wraps his around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he kisses you back, giving as good as he’s getting, barely giving you time to breathe before he’s diving back in for another one. His lips drag against yours as he licks expertly into your mouth, goosebumps erupting all over your body as his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, the two of you getting lost in each other. 

You pull back eventually, unable to stop yourself from kissing along his jaw, planting a final kiss against his temple before pulling back completely. 

“Thank you for playing in the backyard with me.” you say softly.

“Could play with you right now if y’ want.”

“You’re disgusting.” 

“Not like that, you deviant mind.” he laughs, lying through his teeth. “Could play cops ‘nd robbers or summat -”

“Roleplay. Kinky.”

He honks out a laugh at that, head tilting back as his shoulders shake and you can’t help but laugh with him. 

“Dirty, dirty mind.”

“Yeah, I learned from the best.” you say and he grins, eyes crinkling as he looks back at you. 

“Hey,” he says, keeping one hand on your hip as he reaches back into the bag, pulling out this camera and handing it to you. “Could y’ take a picture of us please?”

“You wanna do a selfie?” you ask and he nods with a smile. 

You turn back around in his hold, pulling the camera up to face the two of you. He nestles his chin onto your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and you can feel the movement of his cheek against your face, his beard lightly scratching you as he breaks into a wide grin that you can’t help but match. You take the picture going to pull the camera back but he stops you.

“Do another one please.” he murmurs and you’re about to press the trigger when he turns his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you take the picture. You scrunch your nose almost involuntarily, feeling a swoop of butterflies as a blush forms on your cheeks like you’re fifteen years old. 

It just never gets old, with him. The way he wears his adoration on his sleeve, the little things he does almost subconsciously to keep you close, letting you know you’re always on his mind. Like how he can’t walk next to you without having his hands on you in some way, whether it’s holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your shoulder, sometimes just sliding his fingers through your belt loops.

It’s just every time he’s next to you, like a few weeks ago when you were sat next to each other, both in separate conversations but he slipped his hand along your thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth as he laughed with Mitch. The way he lets you sleep in any time he can, like this morning when he quietly slipped out for a long run before sliding back into bed a few hours later to wake you up slowly, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he slipped down under the sheets. It’s the way he listens, always hanging onto your every word even if you’re telling the most boring story in the world. It’s a lot, to be loved by him. It’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you and you can only hope that he feels your love just as strongly as you do his.

“Where’d you go?” he asks softly, brushing your hair back from your face as you turn to face him. 

“Just thinking about you.” you say and his smile softens into something more private, something just for you. “How much I love you.”

He takes a deep, shaky breath, thumb softly dragging down the side of your face as his eyes roam over your features.

“I love you so much, baby.” he says, pulling you in to kiss you gently. 

He pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth before reaching down to take the camera out of your hands, now aiming at you.

“Oh, H -” you groan, instinctively bringing a hand up to cover the lens before he gently grabs your wrist and pulls it out of the lens’ way.

“Indulge me, darling.”

“You’ve got nine hundred pictures of me on there.”

“Yeah, well, ‘d like to make it nine hundred and one.” he says, already adjusting the focus on the camera as he holds it up, clearly not taking no for an answer. You heave a sigh, smiling when you hear him chuckle as he takes the picture. And then takes another one, and another one. And another one. 

“Oh my god, you said one!” you laugh, pushing the camera down away from your face as he laughs.

“Changed my mind. Needed photographic evidence of me making you blush,” he says, trying to pull the camera back up before you push it down again. “Alright, alright. Can’t blame a man for trying to capture his favorite subject.”

You’re helpless to do anything but shake your head at him, heart skipping a beat as he smiles back at you, quickly putting the camera back in the bag before wrapping his arms around you once more, burying his face into your neck. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, the two of you just sitting there for a few moments, holding each other close, breathing each other in. 

“What do you say,” he starts, mumbling into your neck as he slowly presses a line of kisses along your jaw before pulling back completely, smiling softly at you before continuing, “we head over to Leonardo’s to grab a drink and check out the sunset? Supposed to be a good one.”

“That sounds nice.” you say, running your fingers through his hair as he smiles back at you, a twinkle in his eyes that you can’t quite decipher. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” you say, smacking a kiss to his cheek before standing up and helping him up as you both start to clear up the picnic. You can feel his eyes on you more often than not, and every time you look over at him you catch him staring right back, smiling at you in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. You fold up the blanket together and he smacks a kiss to your forehead when you meet in the middle, giggling when you roll your eyes. He gathers the bags, putting them one on top of the other on his shoulder and picks up the picnic basket, always making sure to leave one hand free for you to grab onto. 

“Ready?” you ask, holding your hand out towards him and he looks back at you and suddenly your simple question feels like something more, though you can’t quite put your finger on what. It just feels like there is something in the air, like you’re on the cusp of something bigger. But you just let the thought pass, deciding to just exist in the present moment instead of overanalyze it because there he is, smiling that brilliant smile at you, eyes full of love as they stare back into yours.

—

He takes a moment to take everything in. The slowly sinking sun, the trees blowing in the summer breeze, the town sprawling out below. It’s been stunning all day, almost as if he planned the weather along with everything else. The perfect day for his perfect girl. He looks over at you, patiently waiting, knowing how he likes to take his time, to soak a moment in, commit the day to memory, take a second to express his gratitude to whoever in the universe let him have days like this, let him have you. 

He looks at you, gorgeous, stunning, beautiful you, and the way you were looking back at him, your hand outstretched towards his. He doesn't know what he did to deserve this, to deserve you looking at him like that but he’s determined to do everything he can to get you to look at him that way for the rest of his life. He takes your hand, squeezing it once, resisting the urge to run his thumb along your bare ring finger, feeling giddy with the knowledge that this would be the last time he would hold your hand without a ring on that finger. Holy shit. 

He’s trying desperately to sneak in a meditative breath, to manually slow his heart rate down so as to not raise suspicion as you make your way back towards town. Trying his best to appear calm, cool and collected and not like he was mere minutes away from one of the biggest moments of his entire life.

He’s not nervous, necessarily. He knows what you’re going to say, feels like the luckiest man in the world that he knows with absolute certainty how you feel about him, that you are in this as much as he is. He just needs to get this moment exactly right. He’s spent a lifetime choosing his words carefully but never more so than now, desperately hoping the words he came up with can begin to encapsulate all that you mean to him, knowing no words will truly ever be be able to do you and all that you are justice but he’s going to give it his best try. 

It’s been a perfect day so far. He slipped out in the early hours while you were still sleeping under the guise of a long morning run to get everything set up, facetiming his Mum and Gemma and your parents sporadically, texting Johnny, Roxy,  Archie and Jeff in between set ups before he put his phone away, wanting this day to just be about the two of you, wanting to set up as quickly as possible to get back to where you were waiting for him in bed. 

And now, after spending the afternoon on a picnic, wrapped up in each other with no one else for miles, here you both are, turning down familiar streets as you make your way closer to Leonardo’s and he feels like he might scream, the energy building inside him coming to a near boiling point. He’s just really bloody excited, is the thing. More excited than he’s ever been in his life, which is saying a lot, considering all he’s done this year, this life. But none of that has even come close to this. 

Because all that out there, while wonderful, while the most unbelievable thing to happen to some guy from Holmes Chapel, it belongs out there, to everyone else. He’s proud of all he’s done obviously and knows how much he’s had a hand in it but all the accolades, the adoring fans, the hundreds of shows, that comes down to a lot of people. It’s for public consumption, something to be shared with as with everyone who works with him, a team effort. It’s something he’s used to, something he’s been doing since he was sixteen years old. It’s second nature at this point, sharing himself with the world. 

But this? With you? This is his. You’re his. He’s never had anyone know him like you do, can’t believe how much more you’ve learned about each other over the past three years, becoming aware of each other’s little habits in a way you hadn’t been privy to before and using this new knowledge to care for each other. It can come down to the tiniest of things sometimes, how when he falls asleep reading - because he’s going to become a reader this year damnit, if only he could stop falling asleep three pages in, book splayed out on his chest - he’ll wake up the next morning to find the book on his bedside table, a bookmark in place of where he left off. 

How he likes to spend his mornings listening to records while he makes his coffee and will come home from a long time away to find new records added to his collection, long sought after legends you likely spent ages digging for. How he made a passing comment when you first moved in to the new flat two and half years ago about how one of his favorite things to do when he’s home is check the mail, that it makes him feel like he’s got a place he belongs, a place that’s his, somewhere he can settle down and now whenever he’s home, you never get the mail, not once, always leaving it for him, sometimes even going so far as to send a postcard from your office to the flat, a little love note, something nice for him to find as he flips through bills. 

He’s never had that before, not in romantic relationships, having typically found himself stuck in the archaic mindset that one person gets the gestures, one person gives them but it’s not like that with you. And he can’t believe how nice it feels to have someone love him like that. To be listened to and cared for like you do for him. You’ve taught him that love is paying attention, and it can be so simple, can be so effortless but it makes him feel like he’s flying, soaring. Knowing with you, he’s always got a soft place to land. And he works hard to do the same for you, to study his favorite subject. There is nothing he loves more than learning something new about you, figuring out a new way he can get you to smile. 

This is something he waited his whole life to experience, something he had given up any hope on actually finding. Resigning himself to settle for good enough, for fine. Not ever daring to think the greatest person he’s ever known was loving him all this time. He physically has to stop himself from picking up the pace, the temptation to start sprinting to Leonardo’s, to get down on his knee as soon as possible far too strong.

It’s all led to this, hasn’t it? This journey the two of you have been on, that started the day his mum dragged six year old him to meet the new neighbors next door. The day his life changed forever. The day he met the greatest friend he has ever had, who became the truest love he’s ever known. The kind of love that feels impossible to capture, too big and all encompassing to be dwindled down into a few words or a simple melody. It’s why he always has to have his hands on you, finding it easier to physically express himself when the words don’t feel like enough to capture all that you are to him, what this love feels like. It feels bigger than him and yet he knows it's his, that it belongs to him. That there’s no one else you look at like this, touch like this, love like this. There’s no one else for you. And there’s no one else for him. How fucking lucky is he?

He looks over at you and it’s almost game over, breath catching in his throat as his eyes sweep over your profile, the soft smile on your face as you look over the familiar buildings. He’s so in awe of you, so, so in love with you that he’s about to start crying in the middle of the street. He’s going to spend the rest of his life with you right here by his side, holding his hand and he’s never felt luckier in his life. You. Magnificent, luminescent, radiant you. 

He’s helpless to do anything but pull you in close, unwinding his hand from yours in favor of framing your face, praying you can’t feel the way his hand is slightly trembling. He barely gives you a second to react before he’s pressing his lips to yours. If you’re surprised, you barely show it, melting into him as you wrap your arms around his waist, his hand on your face clutching you tighter, thumb running along your cheekbone as he kisses you over and over again. He’s still holding the damn picnic basket but can’t be arsed to care, trying his best to communicate his love with every push and pull of his lips, every tease of his tongue against yours. 

He pulls away slowly, pressing kisses along every inch of your face until you laugh and push him away though he doesn’t let you get very far, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close, resting his cheek against the top of your head when you hug him back. Your hands slide up his sides, squeezing at his biceps once, seemingly unaware of the goosebumps your touch leaves in its wake before you let go, tilting your head up to look at him. 

“Were you holding that picnic basket the whole time just so you could flex?” you ask with a laugh, grin widening when he laughs with you. 

“My girl told me she’s got a thing for my arms. Gotta give the people what they want.”

“Oh my god -” you start to say but he cuts you off, kissing you once, twice, three times in rapid succession, before pulling back to plant a kiss to your cheek. Taking a moment to stare at you, the love of his bloody life. 

“Gonna miss the sunset if you keep looking at me like that.” you say softly. 

“Don’t need any view but the one I’ve got right now.” he says, heart flipping when your smile widens, your eyes crinkling as a blush blooms on your cheeks and he has to bring his hand back up to feel that warmth under his thumb. “You’re so beautiful.”

He watches in delight as you huff a breathless laugh, swaying on your feet slightly as if his words knocked you off balance.You just stare at each other for a moment, both your grins growing as you lean in to kiss him softly, squeezing his arm once before you pull back. 

“Could kiss you forever.” he mumbles against your mouth, and it’s true. But he really, really can’t wait anymore. “But actually I really want to see the sunset.” 

“Yeah, I know you do.” you say with a laugh, pushing him away gently. “Come on, we’re almost there.”

“Yeah, almost there.” he says, trying to ease the shake out of his voice as he takes your hand again, his heartbeat suddenly thundering in his ears as he can see the way your stare lingers on his face, knows you can read him like a book, that whatever you’re seeing in his eyes is giving you pause. But you don’t say anything, squeezing his hand once as you head on down the street. 

“You never answered your own question, you know.” you say, as you turn a corner, Leonardo’s coming into view and he just might scream. 

“What question?” 

“Do you remember the first time we met?” you ask, looking over at him, not yet noticing how different Leonardo’s looks at this hour, that it is completely closed,  though it’s still a bit far away so there’s still time for you to notice. But if you don’t, it is possible that he has successfully pulled off a surprise for the first time in his entire life. Okay. focus, Harry. Focus. 

“I think it’s like y’ said,” he says, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders, if only to hide how sweaty his palm has become. Trying his best to sound as normal as possible though his stomach is flipping with every step you take. “I can’t remember the exact day, I don’t think, though I have, like, a sense of that first day? Like standing on your step with Mum ‘nd Gem, ‘nd like, flicking Gemma’s ear.” 

“Nice to know both of our first memories of each other are about Gemma.” you say with a laugh and he squeezes you a bit tighter as you get closer and closer to the destination. 

“Think my first proper memory of you is when we were, like, 8. In my backyard. Trying to send telepathic messages to each other. Which we were absolute shit at.”

“Heeey, I thought we were quite good at it then. Especially in school and stuff. We only fucked up when we tried to communicate with your old cat.”

“Oh yeah, Petey. Legend.” 

“Legend.” you agree with a laugh, “I reckon we’re a lot better at it now, though. Like I can always tell when you really want to leave a party or when you’re on stage and -”

You cut yourself off, slowing to a stop right in front of Leonardo’s. He watches as your brow furrows in confusion as you take in the shuttered windows, the lack of lights and activity. You take a step forward, out of his hold as your eyes search the front of the trattoria, searching for answers that won’t come. He can’t breathe, is the thing. His mind on a constant loop of “this is it, this is it, this is it.”

“Wait, what? They’re closed? On a Sunday? Are they alright? Do you think something’s wrong?”

“I’m sure they’re alright. But we can check it out if you want.” he says, and he feels like he’s a dam on the verge of breaking, clenching his fist once before releasing it, taking a deep breath as he reaches into his pocket. “They gave me the keys.”

“They gave you the keys?!” you ask incredulously. “Why would they -” 

You turn to face him, mouth snapping shut the moment you lock eyes with him and he knows, in an instant, that his poker face has been absolutely shot to shit. He can see the understanding bloom in your eyes, a wave of emotion passing over your face as your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You did say you could read his mind. 

“H, why did they give you the keys?” you ask, your voice barely louder than a whisper. 

“Needed someplace to store the flash mob.” he says, warmth blooming in his chest when you huff a watery laugh. He reaches out to pull your hand down from your face, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before pulling you closer. “Do y’ want to go inside?”

You take a deep breath, biting down on a grin as you nod. He smiles back at you, squeezing your hand as he leads you both to the door, trying to use the keys on the door but his hands are shaking too bad, he tries to bring up the other hand to help but the picnic basket gets in the way, muttering a curse as he tries again. 

“Here, let me -” 

“Yeah, could you -” he starts to say, but you’re already reaching for the picnic basket, taking it out of his hands, always anticipating what he needs before he can vocalize it, always there to ease his burdens. Is he being too dramatic about a picnic basket? Yes. But he can’t help it, emotion flowing through him like a tidal wave, in disbelief that what he’s been working towards for a whole year is on the other side of this door. 

He grabs the doorknob with his newly freed hand, keeping it steady as he works the lock with the other and this time it swings open to reveal the restaurant, completely shrouded in darkness. He holds the door open for you, letting you walk in first, living for the slightly confused expression on your face as he follows in behind you. 

“Love what you’ve done with the place,” you deadpan and he honks out a laugh, closing the door behind him and locking it as he feels the last of his nerves shake free, comforted by the fact that while he’s about to walk into the moment he’s been waiting his whole life for, the two of you are still you. Still giving each other shit.  And why should he be nervous when he’s about to get the opportunity to tell you how much he loves you? And wants to spend the rest of his life with you? God, he’s so, so lucky. 

“Taking the piss at a moment like this. Should’ve known.” he says, shaking his head as you grin over at him. 

“So should I be expecting the dancers now or …”

“Give a lad a moment, jesus.” he says, grinning when you laugh. He reaches over and takes the basket from your hands, placing it on the nearest chair. “Can y’ close your eyes for me?”

You take a deep breath, nodding and shut your eyes. He quickly pulls the bags off his shoulder, placing them next to the basket and reaching into the depths of his bag to pull out the small square box and slide it into his pocket, squeezing once. He grabs his camera out of the bag and swings the strap over his shoulder before shuffling up behind you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as he covers your eyes with his hand. 

“H, my eyes are already closed -”

“Can’t be too careful with you,” he says, laughing when you grumble. “Alright, walk forward for me. I’ll guide ya.” 

He guides you through the restaurant, through the kitchen, and onto the back patio where you had dinner that night three years ago and where you’ve had several dinners since. He gently pushes you forward and then pulls you to a stop. 

“Keep ‘em closed,” he says, taking a step back and plugging in the twinkling lights that he hung from the wood paneled roof and the space is suddenly illuminated, looking just as he imagined it, the sun beginning to set in the distance. Fuck yes. He snaps a quick picture of you, completely unaware of your surroundings before placing the camera down on a nearby table. This is it. He looks himself over quickly, running his hands through his hair, adjusting his shirt, reaching into his pocket to quickly squeeze the box once before he takes a deep, deep breath and moves next to you.

“Y’ can open your eyes now, love.” he says, not daring to look away from your face, watching you with rapt attention as you open your eyes. Your eyes widen instantly, tears brimming in your eyes as you squeeze his forearm. 

“Oh, H.” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes sweep the space. It’s been completely transformed - most of the tables have been shoved to the side, except for a semicircle in the middle, leading to a perfect view of the sunset. Every single table is absolutely covered in bouquets of lilies - your favorite flower, asiatic lilies if he’s going to be specific, and he was, calling every florist within a 100 mile radius until he found the perfect ones, blooms of pinks, reds and purples covering every inch of the patio. 

Every inch, except the six tables in the semicircle. Those each hold a different photograph from the two of you over the years, blown up, framed and propped up, encircled with smaller photographs from the same time of your lives. You go to inspect them further, linking your fingers with his as you pull him behind you. 

The first photo is the two of you in his kitchen, age 7, hands absolutely covered in paint from an arts and crafts project you had taken up yourselves. You smile wide as you take it in, taking your time to look at the pictures covering the table, like one from when you were both ten, still in your costumes from the school play, arms slung around each other’s shoulders as you clutch onto the flowers your mums gave you or the one of you during Boxing Day charades when you were twelve. He had spent days in his mum’s house, looking over his and your parents’ piles of photos, desperately eager to find the best ones, the ones that would make you smile like you’re smiling right now. 

You pull him along to the next one and he hears you huff a laugh at the teenage awkwardness in all its glory, the two of you making some questionable fashion choices while on a family vacation in Paris, right before the band’s first single came out. He’s smiling wide at the camera, an arm around your shoulders and you are looking right at him, the braces adorning your teeth adding some extra shine. 

“Stupid in love with you, even then.” you mumble, sniffling as you give his hand another squeeze, eyes poring over the photographs surrounding the biggest picture. There’s a noticeable shift, as school pictures fade into pictures taken backstage at venues or near historic monuments all over the world. A time capsule, watching his life drastically change in every sense right before his eyes. But there’s always you. Right there, by his side. 

The next table has a photo from your 22nd birthday, the two of you practically tackling each other outside your flat, when he absolutely fucked up the surprise, but he hadn’t seen you in ages and was too excited. He stared at that picture for a while when setting up this morning, wondering how he could have possibly missed what he knows to be deeply true now, when he can see the joy and love so clearly written on his younger face.

You turn as you pull him to the right, to the next three tables, all covered with pictures of you both from the last three years. Each table represents a different year of your relationship, there’s one with the photo of when you first moved in together, the self timer picture you took in the middle of the barely set up living room, both of you smiling wide at the camera, giddy despite the exhaustion from the move. There’s the next one with one of his favorite pictures ever, from the vacation you took in the Cayman Islands after his insane year of touring last year, a selfie you took in the pool together and you look like the hottest woman alive. 

He feels you squeeze his fingers to smithereens as you get to the last table, covered in photos he knows you’ve not seen yet, including the big one that knocked the wind out of him when he first saw it. It’s from a few weeks ago, taken by Johnny. You’re at dinner in the backyard with everyone but the two of you are lost in your own world, his arm is wrapped around the back of your chair with his other hand resting on your thigh as you stare into each other’s eyes, laughing at a dumb joke one of you must have told. The love in the photo is palpable, it makes his stomach flip the more he looks at it.

He feels almost shy then, as you look everything over once more. He hasn’t done something like this for anyone… ever. He hasn’t tried to make a gesture this big in ages, certainly not by himself (though Leonardo did insist he and his sons help with the flower unloading, but they left Harry alone to set up the photos.) He wanted a visual of your lives together, everything that led up to now. He’s been working on this since your conversation last summer, scouring over photos in your family homes, going through all the film he has. He wanted it to be perfect for you. Wanted to show his love as best he could. He can feel a blush blooming on his cheeks, desperate to know what you think, hoping it’s not too corny, hoping you can see what he meant.  

“I can’t believe you did all this,” you say softly, voice thick with emotion. 

“Y’ like it? ‘S not too -” he asks and you’re already shaking your head before he can finish the question. 

“No it’s perfect, it’s…” you say, looking around at the tables, all the photographs, all the years of memories the two of you share. “It’s crazy to see it like this, all of our years together. It’s…”

You bring your hand to your forehead, shaking your head in disbelief, words seemingly failing as you look around at everything. He squeezes your hand, thumb rubbing over the back of it as you take a deep, shaking breath, tears falling from your eyes. 

“Oh, baby…” he says softly, pulling you in by the hand as he brings his other up to frame your face, thumb wiping away the tears that fall.

“I’m good, this is all good, it’s better than good. I’m just …overwhelmed.” you say, with a watery smile as you look back at him. “Just like all this history…and the flowers and the photos, like this must have taken ages. The thought of you looking through everything is killing me.”

“Been searching for the best photos for the past year,” he says softly, hand not leaving your face. “Our parents helped with the childhood photos but a lot of the other ones come from my film.”

“Oh my god, don’t tell me that,” you groan, quickly squeezing your eyes shut. “I already look a mess enough as it is.”

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” he says softly and you blink your eyes back open at that, leaning into the gentle caress of his hand. “Got something I’d like to say to you, if that’s okay.”

He watches as you take a deep, shaky breath, your face lighting up as you look back at him with such love in your eyes, he may faint. 

“Yeah, that’s okay.” you say back just as softly. “Do you need me to like, let go?”

“No, y’ can stay right where you are. Actually hang on.” he says, walking you backwards so the two of you are perfectly in line with the sunset, the sky a perfect pink. He stares at you for a moment, can already feel the tears brimming in his eyes as he takes a deep breath. 

When he looks at you, it’s like he can see all versions of you at once. The versions of you that surround the two of you where you stand. His new neighbor that became his favorite person to play in the backyard with when he was six, the girl he wanted to kiss more than anyone when he was thirteen, his best friend who answered his phone call no matter the time or place when he was nineteen, the woman who stopped him from making what would’ve been the biggest mistake of his life, his girlfriend who makes him laugh more than anything in the world and loves him more than he’s ever been loved. The first face he seeks out in a crowd, the first voice he longs to hear when he’s been away, his love, his life, the love of his life. The woman who is going to be his wife. 

He didn’t realize the tears started to fall from his eyes as well until he feels your hand, gently  cradling the side of his face, brushing his tears away. He huffs a laugh, pressing a kiss to your palm before taking your hand in his, holding both of your hands with both of his. It’s reminiscent of what you’ll be doing in the future, at a ceremony somewhere and you both seem to be struck with that thought at the same time, squeezing each other’s hands as your grins widen. He’s got to do this now. He’s got to. He’s got to. He clears his throat, takes a deep breath. 

“I never said thank you, you know.” he begins, “Not properly. For being brave enough to tell me how you felt on the courtyard that night. For wanting better for yourself and for me. Y’ always…always want better for me. I don’t think I’d have ever had the courage to go against what was being expected of me or the situation I put myself in. And I can’t think about that too much, what my life would look like if you hadn’t done that. What a life without you, without this would look like. Because this is everything to me. You’re everything to me. And I’m grateful every single day that you told me how you felt when you did.” 

Emotion clogs his throat and he has to pause, shaking his head slightly as he takes a deep breath, knowing you’re not better off, biting down on a smile as tears fill your eyes, taking your own shaky breath, sliding your thumbs along the back of his hands, the move comforting him more than you know. 

“I never knew love could feel like this.” he continues, his voice shakier than before. “I didn’t have many examples of it growing up in my own family, not of this type of love. Always thought that people exaggerated, that it couldn’t be as good as they’re making it out to seem. But with you…it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I love how you love me, I love the way being with you makes me feel. You’ve been my best friend for my entire life and getting to be in love with you is the greatest gift you’ve ever given me.”

You make a soft sound at that, a small sob escaping you as you try your best to hold it together, the look on your face is going to make him absolutely lose it, as if he hasn’t already. He squeezes your hands, letting go of one to catch the tears that start falling from your eyes.

“Keep going,” you croak out, both of you laughing softly at the absolute state you’ve found yourselves in, matching tear tracks and smiles. He pinches your cheek and you swat away his hand, and he takes it once more in his.  “Please.”

He presses a kiss to your knuckles, his vision already swimming again as he takes a deep breath. He can do this. 

“I love your mind and your heart. I love being able to come home to you every single day and waking up next to you every single morning. These last three years getting to love you like this have been the best of my life. I’m the best version of myself when I’m with you. Being loved by you has made me a better friend, a better son, a better partner. The way you pay attention, the way you support me and believe in me has changed my life completely. You make me happier than I ever thought possible. You make me feel alive. You make me feel loved and cared for in a way I’ve never experienced before. And, if y’ let me, all I want to do is spend the rest of my life making you feel the same.” 

“You already do,” you say softly, and he has to bow his head at that, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude for this life, this moment, this love. He looks back up to see you looking right back at him, his beacon of light, his home. 

“I wanted to do this here because it was one of the first places that felt like ours.” he says, “This is the first place I ever called you my girlfriend. And I’d like for it to be the last.” 

He gently lets go of your hands, eyes never leaving your face as he sinks down to one knee, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the ring box. He opens it, living for the way you gasp, hands flying up to your face when you recognize the ring inside. Your Nana’s ring that your mum gave him that weekend in Scotland all those months ago. Updated, slightly. He couldn’t resist a Cartier twist. You’re proper crying now ,all pretenses of holding your composure long abandoned and he knows he’s no better, can feel the tears sneaking their way down his face. It’s just everything to him, knowing this means as much to you as it does to him.

“Baby,” he says, and the smile you give him in response makes his heart skip a beat, feeling like he could fly. “Will you marry me?

“Yes.” you say instantly, 

“Yeah?” he says, grin practically splitting his face as you nod fervently.

“Yes yes yes yes yes.”

You practically lunge at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and almost knocking him backwards. He wraps his arms around your waist, careful not to drop the ring as he pulls you close. You pull back, taking his face in your hands, wiping the tears away with your thumbs. You take a moment to stare at him, your watery gaze matching his as you smile at each other, the look on your face making him feel like he’s on fire. You lean in, kissing him so softly, so carefully, he’s going to start crying harder. It’s messy, both of your faces wet from snot and tears, but neither of you seem to care, pulling each other closer and closer, his hand coming up to squeeze the back of your neck as you mumble against his mouth, a mix of  “yes, please, I love you I love you I love you.” 

He presses kisses to your cheek, temple, the edge of your jaw before looking you in the eyes, both unable to do anything but laugh, feeling overwhelmed with love and joy. 

“Getting snot all over your face.” you say softly, laughing when he does. “Quite gross, sorry.”  

“Don’t care.” he mumbles against your cheek. “Can I give y’ the ring now please?” 

“Please.” you say back, pulling back and sitting back on your heels as he unwinds his arms around you, pulling the ring out of the box before placing it down. 

He takes your hand in his, smiling up at you as he slides it onto your finger, the two of you doing a collective sharp inhale as he does. You both are quiet for a moment, staring at the ring glimmering on your finger, a perfect fit.  

“H. I…this is my Nana’s ring, yeah?”

“Yeah, your mum gave it to me earlier this year. Said your Granddad had wanted you to have it.” he says softly, kissing you on the shoulder when your face crumples slightly, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. 

“He did?”

“He did. He told her to give it to the person that makes her daughter the happiest. That that’s what he and your Nana would want. Ang said she almost gave it to me that first Christmas we came home together. Said that she..uh,” he stops for a second, voice catching on emotion as he remembers the conversation, tears springing back to his eyes. “Said that she had never seen you that happy.”

“Oh Jesus. I’m gonna be crying for a month,” you say, bringing your hands up to cover your face as you’re overwhelmed for a moment. He huffs a gentle laugh beside you, his hand not leaving your arm as you lower your hands to stare at the ring again. “I can’t believe it’s Nana’s ring.” 

“I upgraded it a bit -”

“Yeah, no shit.” you say and he honks out a laugh, breath catching when you look at him, eyes aglow with affection. “It’s stunning.”

“Yeah? Y’ like it?”

“I love it. More than I can say.” you say, softly smiling at him. “I love you.”

You lean in to kiss him, resting your hand against the back of his neck, only this time he can feel the back of the ring against his skin and he just about loses his mind. He sits back, pulling you onto his lap with his arms around your waist as he kisses you back, having no interest in leaving the ground when he gets to have you this close. 

“You know it’s all the same for me, right?” you say, pulling back abruptly as your eyes search his face. “Everything you said?”

“I know, baby -” he says, already leaning in to kiss you again but you stop him, pressing your fingers against his mouth.

“Hang on, just let me -” you start to say, smiling when he presses a soft kiss to your fingertips covering his mouth, before you bring them down to rest on his jawline, your eyes roaming over his face, lighting up when they lock with his. “You’re my best friend, my favorite person to spend time with. And I can’t quite believe this is real, that we’re now bloody engaged.”

You pause for a moment, blinking back tears as he tightens his arms around you, brushing the back of your knuckles against his face. 

“Forever wouldn’t be enough time with you. You make me so, so happy, happier than I’ve ever been in my life. These last three years your job has brought us to the most beautiful places but - I’m going to be cheesy right now, you just have to let me, - there’s something about getting to come home to the flat and have you there that’s just…there’s nothing like it in the world. I feel so lucky. You make me better. You make me believe in myself more, take more risks, knowing I’ll always have a safe place to land. Nothing has ever felt like this before. Getting to see you grow into the man you are has been like, one of the greatest privileges of my life and now, getting to grow alongside you, build a life with you… dream come true doesn’t do it justice. I am so, so in love with you -”

He closes the distance between you in an instant, choking back tears as he crashes his lips against yours, bringing one hand up to cradle the back of your head. He feels all out of words at the moment, unable to articulate the way your words have his heart about to beat out of his chest. He never knew it was possible to feel this much about another person, love radiating out of every fiber of his being as he kisses you over and over again.

You press a line of kisses up his face, wrapping your arms around his neck as you whisper into his ear an endless loop of “I love you, I love you, thank you, I love you” and he may just melt. The two of you sit there for a while, holding each other tight. He pulls back, eyes grazing over your face before he leans in again, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Did you bring your camera out here?” you ask “Should try to capture the moment, yeah? Document the craziest I ever looked?”

He laughs, shaking his head almost instantly. “Y’ don’t look crazy. You’re gorgeous.”

“You only saying that because you just put a ring on my finger?”

“Caught me there.” he says with a smile. “Camera’s over by the door.”

You squeeze his shoulder once before standing up and walking over to grab it. He watches you walk away, the swish of your dress as you walk, the dip of it in the back, the way that ring on your finger now glimmers against the lights. He stands up once you have the camera in hand, watching with a curious smile as you place it on the table, propping it up, getting the angle right before pressing the button on the back for the self-timer, the red light instantly flashing as you hurry back to where he stands in the center of the patio, the flowers and photos surrounding him. 

He holds his arms open for you and you step into his embrace, your back to his chest as you both face the camera. He loops an arm around the front of your chest, hand resting on your shoulder as you bring your left hand up to clasp his forearm, both smiling at the camera as it takes the picture. 

He presses a kiss to your head, squeezing your shoulder once, as he mutters into your hair, “Gonna make you do a selfie.”

Not listening to your half-assed protests as he walks back over to the camera, picking it up and instantly snapping a picture of you standing there, amongst the flowers. His favorite sight. 

You immediately wrap your arms around his waist when he gets close, settling your head in the crook of his neck as he fumbles with the camera.

“C’mon, you gotta hold your hand up. Show off the goods”

In response you smack your hand over his face, completely covering it,  laughing when he glares at you through the spaces in your fingers. He clicks the shutter, unable to stop his smile when you honk out a laugh. 

“Cheers for that, darling. Just how I wanted to capture the moment.”

“I’ll be framing that one, me.” you say with a laugh, trying in vain to dodge his hand trying to pinch your side. “Alright do a real one, I’ll be good.”

“Heard that one before,” he says, giggling when you swat at him before you turn back to the camera, holding your hand up with a quirk of your lips and he’s so hopelessly endeared as he presses the button, taking four pictures in rapid succession, knowing you’re about to smack him but you surprise him by just tightening your arms around his waist before you turn to face him, your hand coming up to tilt his face towards yours. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, one that almost sweeps him right off his feet. His hand falters on the trigger, feeling a little lost in your lips before he snaps a photo quickly, heart flipping when you laugh against his mouth. 

“Take another one,” you mumble against his lips before leaning in to kiss him again and he all but forgets the camera in his hand as he wraps his arms around your waist,  both of you smiling too wide to get a proper kiss in, but you can’t be arsed to care. He pulls back, pressing a line of kisses along your jaw, smiling against your skin when you hum contentedly. 

“Got the shot?” you ask and he nods, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck before pulling back, smiling at you the way you’re smiling at him.  

“Got something else, too,” he says.

“Yeah? What’s that?” 

“Heard a rumor that Isabella may have left a treat for us in the kitchen.” he says, watching in glee as your mouth opens in shock. “Something about a tiramisu -”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Should be a nice bottle of bubbly in there somewhere, too.”

“Why are we still out here?!” you say, pulling the camera out of his hands and placing it on the nearest table before grabbing his hand as you beeline back inside towards the kitchen. 

It’s a struggle to get the lights sorted inside, resulting in him absolutely slamming into a table, your bark of laughter echoing in the empty space. He figures it out eventually, hindering your mission towards the fridge with a hand around your wrist, pulling you back and pressing you against the wall to steal a few more kisses, completely ignoring your warning that you’re “breaking about 100 health codes right now,” laughing when you roll your eyes at his offer to break about a hundred more. 

He eventually lets you go, leaning over to open the fridge, a wave of emotion flowing through him when he sees the dessert, “Tanta felicita!” written across the top in Isabella’s handwriting, a bottle of Dom right next to it. Just feeling very lucky that he has people in his life that dropped everything to help him with this, who believed in your love from day one, people who looked out for him when he was younger and would still do anything for him, despite him being on much steadier feet now. 

“Oh, fuck yes.” you say as you peer over his shoulder. He laughs, smacking a kiss to your head as you grab a pair of forks and glasses while he handles the food and drink. You head back outside, moving some bouquets out of your way before sitting down at a table, pulling your chairs right next to each other as he rests his arm around the back of your chair. He lets you do the honors with the champs, both of you cheering as the cork flies off, toasting when you get your glasses filled. You let him get all of two bites in before you’re demanding he tell you every detail of how he pulled this off. 

He tells you all about how he first got the idea when he was at his Mum’s house last year and came across a picture of the two of you that he had never seen before and started to wonder what a time capsule of your lives together would look like. How he had begun working on it in private for a few months before telling his mum, how he asked your parents when you were all staying together in Scotland. Your eyes widen in disbelief that that all happened without you having a clue, though maybe you should have been paying more attention because your dad was “so, so weepy that weekend.” 

He tells you how when he told Archie his plans, he had cried, though he swore to deny it if you ever asked him about it, telling Harry he’s been like a big brother to him all his life. How he had brought him, Gemma, Johnny and Roxy with him to Cartier, trusting his instincts but wanting input from the people that knew you best. How all your friends begged him to propose while they were here a few weeks ago, but he knew it was meant for just the two of you. How Leonardo and Isabella leapt at the opportunity to help, how Isabella was tempted to hide in the kitchen to cook you a full seven course meal but begrudgingly agreed to settle for a tiramisu. How he had done this whole operation by himself, no assistance from a single member of his team, determined to prove he was capable and worthy of your yes all by himself. 

How he almost threw it all away when he got the finished ring in early July, running on fumes from the end of tour, the greatest year of his life, desperate to get down on one knee as soon as possible. How he couldn’t look at you for too long without getting emotional,  knowing what the end of summer was leading up to, tripping over his tongue to tell you how much he loves you no matter where you were, sometimes looking over at you in the cleaning supplies aisle of the grocery store and being unable to breathe for a second, in disbelief that he was going to get to spend the rest of his life with you.

He usually hates to talk this much, but finds he never minds it when you’re the audience, a soft smile on your face as you listen with rapt attention, reacting at all the right parts, just the way he imagined you would. You’re in tears again by the end, insisting they’re good, that you’re just feeling happier than you’ve ever felt and your body just has no idea how to respond.

“I’ve turned into a bloody fountain,” you say, huffing a laugh as you wipe your eyes. “You know you can’t tell me anything about Archie being nice, I instantly lose it.”

He laughs, moving his arm from the back of your chair to your shoulders, pulling you in to press a kiss to your head. You lean into his hold, resting your head against his shoulder as your eyes scan the space, a soft smile on your face. It’s a while before either of you speak, taking your time to relish the moment, both your eyes catching on that ring every so often. Happy to take time to just hold each other close, surrounded by the flowers and years of memories. It’s gotten cooler since the sun went down an hour or so ago and he can feel the shiver in your spine as the breeze passes through. 

“Y’ cold?”

“No, I’m fine.” you say, though the way you burrow your head into his chest may give you away. 

“Got a sweater in my bag -” he says, already on his way to get up and grab it for you but you pull him back down with laugh. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you say, wrapping your arms around his waist, as your eyes graze over his face, your lips quirking up into that smile that’s just for him. “Wanted to say thank you. It’s been the perfect day.”

“Y’ happy, yeah?” he asks, living for the way your smile grows as you nod. 

“Best day of my life.” you say with such sincerity it makes his breath catch, saying a silent vow to himself that he will do all he can to have a hand in every best day of your life for the rest of it. “Could stay here forever.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, already leaning in to kiss him, pressing your lips to his once, twice, three times before you pull away. “But -”

“You’re cold.”

You simply shake your head and he can see something shift behind your eyes and - oh. He clears his throat, heat simmering in his veins. You slide your hand up to rest at the back of his neck, fingers softly moving through the curls, he’s helpless to do anything but lean into the touch.

“Kinda feel like if I don’t get my hands on you soon, I’m gonna lose my mind,” you say.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. Could do stuff here but I’d really rather be able to look Isabella and Leonardo in the eye next time I see them,” you say and he laughs, the laughter fading into a sigh when your lips find his neck, the hand not in his hair sliding up his thigh. 

You press a soft kiss right behind his ear, squeezing his thigh once before whispering right into his ear, “Do you want to take your fiancée home?”

He captures your lips in an instant, groaning when the hand in his hair tightens as you kiss. There’s fire, heat. It’s different from the countless kisses you shared today. There’s intent behind it and you both realize it at the same time, shivers going down your spines as you pull each other closer, his hand coming up to frame your jaw as he takes over the kiss. 

He kisses you until he can’t breathe, only pulling back when his lungs feel like they’re about to burst. Panting against your mouth as you’re no better off, trying to catch your breath as you run your fingers through his hair. 

“C’mon baby,” he mumbles, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away, “Let’s go home.”

He doesn’t remember much of the walk home. He knows the basics - knows he turned off all the lights, locked up the doors with a vow to come back to clean everything up early tomorrow, thanking his lucky stars that the restaurant is closed on Mondays. He knows that he packed up the remaining dessert and champs and his camera, that you grabbed the loose photographs and one of the vases of lilies, that he made you wear his sweater for the walk home. But everything else fades away. Nothing else matters except here and now, where he’s pressing you against the hallway wall, too eager to get his mouth on yours to make it all the way to the bedroom. 

He feels your hand squeeze at his shoulder before sliding down his chest, scratching along his pecs as you make your way down his abs, fingers digging into the grooves. You don’t stop kissing him, every swipe of your tongue against his setting his every nerve ending on fire, as you slide your hand lower, fingers sliding under the waistband of his briefs as you wrap your hand around him. He groans into your mouth, kissing you harder as you start to stroke him.

He pulls back, kissing a line up your jaw, moaning every so often when your hand twists just right. 

“Perfect fucking hands,” he grunts out, not letting his lips leave your skin as your hand lets him go, your fingers deftly undoing the button on his trousers, pulling the zipper down before you bring your hand up to your mouth.  When your next touch comes back wet, he has to bite down on your skin before capturing your lips with his as you move your hand up and down his cock. His hands slide down your body, gripping your skin every so often before settling on your arse, squeezing once, breath stuttering against your mouth when you swipe your thumb over the head of his cock, just the way he likes it. He’s going to lose his mind. 

“C’mon baby, let’s go to bed.” he grunts out, when the need burning in his veins reaches a boiling point,  kissing you quickly before sliding his hands down your thighs, encouraging you to jump into his arms as your legs wrap around his hips, your arms settling around his neck. “Want to fuck my fiancée in our bed.”

“Say it again,” you gasp out as he starts to walk you both towards the bedroom, your mouth already starting to work down his neck, tongue splaying out on the parts you know are his favorites. He nudges his nose against your jaw until you pull back your head to face his and he kisses you right away.

“Want to fuck my fiancée,” he whispers, kissing you again, hard. “My fiancée. My fiancée. My fiancée.”

A moan punches out of you at that, sliding your hands up into his hair as you kiss him back, not letting his lips leave yours as he crosses the threshold to your bedroom, bending down to lay you back against the bed. He plants his hands on either side of your head as he lets you kiss him into oblivion, your legs tightening around his hips as you grind up against him. 

He pulls back for a moment, catching his breath as his eyes roam your body. Your perfect body, your beautiful face. That look in your eyes making him weak, looking at him with such open want, such need, it makes his hands start to tremble. It’s a lot, to be wanted by you. There’s nothing like it in the world. And god, does he want you. He wants to give you everything. 

He leans back in, slowly brushing his lips along your jaw, tongue darting out to taste the skin of your neck, taking his time as he feels your hands work open the buttons of his shirt, doing your best to push the fabric off his shoulders while he refuses to part from your neck. Your legs fall from his hips as he moves his way down your body, shaking his shirt from his arms as he covers every inch of your exposed skin with his mouth, his lips diligently following the path the deep V your dress makes, living for every sound you make. 

His hands fall to your thighs as he slides down the bed, kissing the skin he exposes as he slowly pushes the fabric of your dress up, taking his time to suck a mark in your inner thigh as he pushes the dress farther and farther up your skin. Your hands meet his on your belly, where he rubs smooth circles as his lips work their way up your thighs before you sit up to pull the dress over your head. 

He’s frozen in place for moment, unable to take his eyes off your body before you nudge him with your foot, huffing out a, “Take your trousers off, you look a bit insane.” He looks down, huffing a sheepish laugh at the state of himself, trousers open with his hard cock poking out of his briefs. He quickly stands up to pull them off, molten lava traveling down his spine as your eyes scan him up and down and he has to give himself a few tugs for relief as you pull your underwear off and lay back down on the bed in all your naked glory. 

He’s crawling back over you, the least graceful he’s ever been by the way you giggle at him. He takes a second to hover over you, nudging his nose against yours, chucking softly. A well of emotion flows through him as he says, “Thank you for agreeing to spend the rest of your life with me.”

He watches as you swallow, eyes blinking a few times before you whisper back, “Thank you for agreeing to spend the rest of your life with me.”

“Easiest decision of my life, baby. I love you I love you I love -” 

You cut him off by leaning up and capturing his lips with yours, though he's still trying to mumble it against your mouth in between kisses. He slides his hand along your arm to interlace his fingers with yours, groaning when he can feel that ring against his skin. Proof that this is real, that you’re his. That you’re going to be his forever. 

He pulls back and smacks a kiss to your jaw before sliding back down the bed once again, needing to be close to you more than he’s ever needed anything in his life. Pressing his lips to your belly, his kisses getting slower and wetter the closer they get to your core. You’re making the prettiest sounds, sounds he finds himself in the studio desperate to translate to a melody, unable to find a combination of notes that comes close to making him feel the way these do. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, squeezing your thighs as he kisses his way up to your core. He looks up at you, the look of bliss on your face, the gleam in your eye and dives in. 

He gets lost in it, in you, his favorite way to make you fall apart. Your hand slides up into his hair and pulls when he sucks your clit into his mouth just right, keeping the rhythm of his tongue just the way you like it. Heat sears through him when he hears you moan, spurring him on to work harder. His tongue lapping over your folds, nudging his nose against your clit as he buries himself in the heat of you. He loves this, loves how wet you get, loves being able to directly feel how much he affects you, every tense of your thigh, every quiver of your core. 

He squeezes your thigh, dragging his hand towards your core and he slides one finger inside your tight, wet heat, the slide slick and easy with how wet you are. He crooks his finger and your back arches, your hand gripping tight in his hair as he groans against you. He works double time, more determined than ever to get you to your high. He slides another finger into, mumbling nonsensical praise against your folds, dragging his tongue up to encircle your clit. A twist of his fingers, a hard suck of his mouth and that’s it. 

You gasp out his name as you come undone, a never ending loop of “Harry, Harry, Harry” falling from your lips as he works you through the orgasm, only pulling back when he feels you tug on his hair. He looks at you, gloriously fucked out you, and lifts his fingers to his mouth, indulging in the taste of you, stomach flipping when you mutter “oh fuck” and shut your eyes, too overwhelmed by the sight. 

You’re reaching for him but he’s already making his way up to you and you kiss him the moment he’s close enough, sliding your hands up and down his back as you lick into his mouth, moaning when he rolls his hips down against yours. He pulls back, pressing a slow line of kisses along your jaw before looking at you, hand slightly trembling as he brushes your hair behind your ear, the look in your eyes making him melt. 

He’s usually talkative during sex, unable to stop an endless stream of praise from falling from his lips but here and now, he feels all out of words. Too overwhelmed by how good it feels to be with you like this. One look at your face tells him you’re right there with him. It always feels good with you but there’s something different happening here, something deeper, the heat between you almost palpable. It feels like making love. He grinds down against you a few more times as his lips map kisses across your face, your hands squeezing at his skin every so often. 

When he locks eyes with you,  you can instantly read his mind, nodding at his unasked question, emotion passing over your eyes as you pull his mouth back to yours. You kiss him deeply, the twist of your tongue making him groan out loud as he reaches down to guide himself into you, both of you moaning instantly when he sinks inside. White hot heat sears through him, everything is warm, wet, perfect. 

He’s never felt like this before, almost choking on his desperation, his need as he drives into you slowly, steadily, resting his forehead against yours to see your every reaction up close. He slides his hand along your thigh and presses it up, the new angle making both of you moan. You squeeze his shoulders, nails digging into his back muscles as you pull him closer to you, not wanting a centimeter of space between you two, the slide of your bodies making him feral, biting down on your neck as need seeps deep into his bones. 

At one point you flip over and he thinks he may die here, feeling useless as you take him apart with each roll of your hips as you ride him, resting your left hand on his chest. He puts his hand over yours, his fingers catching on the ring every so often and making his heart clench in his chest. He brings the other hand up to feel the way your hips circle his, moans being punched out of him as he melts back into the mattress, almost paralyzed by the sight of you, your kiss swollen lips, your breasts bouncing with every twist of your hips, the look in your eyes. You wrap your hand around his neck, pulling him up to you to kiss him deeply, panting against his mouth as he gently lays you back against the mattress. 

He wraps one arm around your upper back to pull you close, pressing the other against the mattress to drive his hips into yours, hard. He’s kissing you until he can’t, until you’re both too far gone, just moaning against each other’s mouths. He knows you’re close, can feel you squeezing him tighter. He squeezes the back of your neck once before sliding his hand down to rub circles against your clit. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, biting down on his neck as you come, making the prettiest, softest sounds that make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. You’re murmuring praise in his ear, scratching your nails down his back and it’s all but two seconds before he comes, hard. It’s never felt this good. Kissing you as he comes down, can’t stop sliding his tongue over yours as he kisses you with everything he has. Needing you to know, to understand when the words are failing, that you’re everything. That you’re always going to be everything. 

You pull back slowly to let him breathe, gently rubbing circles on his chest as you both pant. He buries his head into your neck and you wrap your arms around him, the two of you holding each other close through the comedown. You’re so close he can feel it when your breath hitches, can feel it when your tears mix with the sweat on his shoulders. He pulls back to look at you, any concern fading instantly when he sees the look of love in your eyes, the smile on your face. 

You shake your head slightly when you lock eyes, in disbelief of what the two of you can create, your smiling growing when he grins as well. He crushes his lips to yours, you slide your hand up into his sweaty hair as he kisses you so thoroughly, chuffed knowing you’re as in awe of this dynamic as he is, that you’re as excited as he is to spend the rest of your lives together. 

“I don’t think I have words for how good that felt,” you say softly when he pulls back, pressing a kiss to your cheek before sliding out of you. 

“Quite alright with doing it like that for the rest of my life,” he says, feeling warm all the way down to his toes when you honk out a laugh. He quickly hops off the bed and into the ensuite, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with the sink before coming back to you. Where you’re laying completely naked staring at the ring on your finger with the greatest smile on your face. God. 

He crawls back onto the bed, gently pulling your thighs apart as he cleans you up, unceremoniously throwing the washcloth on the floor to make his way back up to you, where you’ve been watching him with a warm smile. 

“I love you so much,” you say, threading your hand into his hair as he settles on top of you, your eyes scanning his face as you scrunch your nose to hold back your emotion. “You’re going to be my husband.”

“You’re going to be my wife,” he says back, his voice cracking at the end as emotion flows through him. “I am so bloody in love with you.”

“Me too,” you say sincerely, staring into his eyes, the corners of your lip twitching up. “I’m also in love with me.”

He honks out a laugh shaking his head as you giggle, clearly proud of your own joke. 

“Such a little shit,” he says, pinching your side as he rolls over, carrying you with him, settling against the mattress with you on top of him. “Should’ve known that was coming.”

You look at him for a few moments, running your hands through his hair, smile deepening when he leans into the touch. 

“I’m really bloody in love with you, too.” you say softly and it feels like his heart grows five inches. He knew, he’s never questioned it with you, not once. That doesn’t stop the butterflies from swirling in his belly when he hears you say it out loud.

You lean in at the same time, kissing each other so tenderly, goosebumps erupting on his skin when you sigh into his mouth. You both pull back slowly, grinning at each other so wide that you start giggling like school kids, feeling so giddy, so grateful for this love, you’re overflowing with joy. It’s so nice that it always comes back to this, just two best friends making each other laugh. 

But there’s something different, he thinks, as you whisper something about the leftover tiramisu and champagne and not saving any for him as you bound out of bed, grabbing one of his t-shirts from his drawer before taking off down the hall. He hastens after you, those morning sprints coming in handy as he catches up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you shriek, your cackles echoing through the house. 

It’s the same but it’s different, it’s stronger, it’s deeper, it’s a love he never thought himself capable of feeling. It’s like how he felt standing outside your hotel room that night all those years ago, feeling like he was about to jump off a cliff, but somehow knowing he had a safe place to landAs he carries you into kitchen, laughing against your neck as you try to break his hold, the ring on your finger shining in the light, he thinks about how this has grown, how it’s turned into something he never thought possible. How even today feels like the start of something different. 

It feels like something new.

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a/n: oooooooomg. wow. can you actually believe it. i in fact cannot. its been a year & 2 days since i posted the first part of this story, meant as a one off to see how my writing skills would fare. i cant BELIEVE how many of you have read this and loved it, it has meant more than you could ever know. thank you for sticking with me, for encouraging me, for supporting any little blurb i pu tout. writing this story was a real lifeline for me this year and i cant tell u enough how much your support of it has meant. this is the final part. knowing me, never say never. but. i think this is a really nice way to end it. pls let me know what you think!! thank you so, so much for reading.

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| busy彡 Y.JW ( 양정원)

idol!jungwon bf!jungwon x reader

warnings: none

Jungwon has been missing your phone calls lately because of work.

He's preparing for their world tour and he always comes home very late at night.

You hated him being away from you. you were slowly losing your patience.

When he came home, he was exhausted and couldn't even walk properly..

"Babe... I'm sorry." he said as you faced your back at him pretending to sleep

"Are you mad?" He pouts as he walks over to you

You never spoke a word to him as he plays with a strand of your hair.

"I'lI make it up to you. I promise!" He said

You look at him with a grumpy expression.

"I'm sorry I couldn't pick up your calls, I was practicing too much that I even forgot to eat.." he chuckles making you sit up

"What???" You yelled

"Are you okay?? Why didn't they feed you?? You're overworking yourself!! Stop doing that!!"

Jungwon laughs and gives you a peck on the lips

"I'm just playing.." he laughs

"Why you-"

"Well, that's the only way I could get you to talk to me.." he shrugs

“I'm kinda hungry though,"

"C'mon, I'll make you something.." you said

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"You always say that and end up sleeping halfway through the movie."

"I can't help it..the couch is very comfortable. Really showed its' purpose. This is a good couch!" He said and pats the seat beside him

"What movie are we going to watch?"

.

"She would've ended up with him if she confessed. right, ba-." you look over at him and he was fast asleep

"You're the one who suggested we should watch a movie, now you're sleeping again.." you mocked

You couldn't stay mad at him because of how adorable he looked under the covers.

"I'll make it up. to you. y/n.." he was sleep talking

You let out a laugh and rested your head on his chest as you slowly drifted to sleep.

.

Once you woke up, you noticed Jungwon wasn't there beside you anymore and left for work.

You were about to pick up your phone and found a note beside it.

Good Morning, My love! I already made breakfast for you. Meet me at the train station at 8. I promise I'll make it up to you!

P.S. dress nicely!;)

Love you always, wonniewon!

"Silly guy." you thought

A notification popped up and it was jungwon sending you a message.

I’ll see you there! ;)

"If you would actually be there.."

you joke

.

It was nearly 8 and you've finally arrived at the train station.

Memories suddenly hit you like a bullet train. This was the place where you and Jungwon first met.

Two teenagers very passionate for their future, never thought would end up together.

You let out a laugh as you recall all the memories with him at this place.

Raindrops start to fall.

"Ugh! I forgot to bring an umbrella.."

The main was too far away and you wouldn't want to miss Jungwon if ever he'd come.

You were having second thoughts if you should stay where there is roof or just wait for Jungwon.

"What's taking him so long. " you said

You suddenly hear footsteps behind you..

You were suddenly covered with an umbrella.

"Missed me?" He asked

"Where have you been?!" You turn around and punch his shoulder

"And I love you too!" He laughed

"Wait, you're soaking wet." he said and takes out a napkin from his pocket

He wipes all the water off your face and gives you his coat.

"I was a little late because.. I got you these.." he said and handed you a bouquet of tulips

"Tulips reminded me of the first time we met here.I was crying about my first crush and you were listening to For you by Leehi and Crush while drawing tulips on your arm."

"Oh yeah. and I handed you my earpiece because I didn't know how to comfort you.." you laugh

Tulips look good on you, my love."

He smiled

"Really? Thanks, babe.." you gave him a peck on the cheek

"I should be given an award for this," he said as he celebrates his victory

"Why?" You laugh

"Because I'm the one who remembered our anniversary."

"It's today??" You were shocked

"Happy Anniversary, Babe!" He said and kissed your forehead

"I totally forgott... I'm sorry.."

"It's fine.. satisfaction check, did I make it up to you?"

"You sure did!"

"Were you satisfied?"

"Very!"

"Do you still love me?"

"Ofcourse! And it would stay that way till the day I die!"

"I'm sorry I didn't get you any gift. " you pouted making him chuckle

"That's alright, maybe next time you could get me one if you could still remember when our anniversary is." he said as you smack his shoulder with your pouch

"Hey, give the man a rest! I've done so much for this to happen!"

"So, what are we gonna do next?"

You asked him

"Well, better get ready. Our adventure awaits!" He said and holds your hand as the train finally arrives.