#i love the way the dress fans out & the pink earrings!! so pretty

[niksfairyland]

sydney sweeney wearing giambattista valli 2023

[finelinevogue]

saying yes

summary - you and harry enjoy each others company after the wembley tour

word count: 1.5k

pairing: long-term-boyfriend!harry x reader

Wembley was empty now.

There was only the crew cleaning up the masses of boas and rubbish that was all over the floor.

You were on stage, trying to salvage the flowers that fans had thrown on stage for Harry during Grapejuice. You hoped to collect them and press them into a frame so Harry could hang it up in your house. Possibly in his recording studio.

You were kneeling on the floor, collecting the flowers into your Love On Tour tote bag.

“Babe!” Harry called from the side, entering the stadium from the tunnel.

“Hi, baby.” You smiled and waved at him, before returning to your collecting.

“Hi, baby.” You smiled and waved at him, before returning to your collecting.

“What are y’doing? Been looking for you for ages.”

He had changed into shorts, vans and a hoodie now. He looked very cosy and loveable. You loved him in his comfortable clothes, especially because it makes hugging him cosier.

Harry stopped to take out his phone and take a photo of you on the stage, without you knowing. He looked at the photo afterwards, zoomed into you and smiled at how pretty you looked.

He pocketed his phone as he made the rest of the way to you.

“Are you okay?” You asked, worried that he needed you for something.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Was just missing you.” He admitted.

You stopped adding flowers to your bag and watched him walk all the way over to where the archway was in the stage to get through to Johnny’s Place.

You knelt over to him and dangled your face and hands over the edge. Harry reached his hands up and held onto your hands, very careful not to pull you in case you fell.

He smiled when his hands met yours, having missed your touch for the past half an hour.

“Missed you too. Y’look good.” You told him.

“I’m in m’gym clothes, babe!” Harry laughed.

“I know.” You laughed back, squeezing onto his hands.

“Put m’best clothes on for you.”

He let go of your hands then, terrified he might accidentally pull you if he wasn’t concentrating.

“Are you sure you’re okay, though?”

“Yes babe. I’m sure.” Harry smiled at how thorough your concern was. “Gimme a minute.”

Harry shuffled along the floor and ran up some secret stairs to get to you.

You went back to picking through the flowers, to find the best ones for him. There were so many different types of flowers with lots of different colours.

You felt him come up behind you before you heard him. His presence was like a warm, comforting, blanket over you.

“What’re you doing, love?” Harry asked over your shoulder, crouching down.

You turned your head to see him, his face only inches away from yours. You smiled at him, giving him a quick peck before replying.

“Collecting these flowers.”

“Why?” Harry went in for another kiss, because he can’t keep his distance from you. Then he kissed you again because he can’t keep his lips away from yours after just one taste.

“Because I want to make you a gift and you’ll ruin it if you keep asking questions.” You turned your head away from him and secured all the flowers in the bag.

Harry moved behind you as you did so.

“Y/N?” He said softly.

“Yeah?” You turned around, to find Harry with a flower in his hands.

A pretty pink flower that matched your dress. He had snapped the flower from the stalk. He reached the flower up to being your ear, tucking it there so it would stay.

You blushed as he did so, smiling so widely as he loved on you in his own way.

“I love you.” He said.

“Do you?” You pretended like you didn’t already know.

“Yeah. Very much so. Sing all m’songs about you, don’t I?”

“What? Even Love of My Life?” You questioned, turning to sit cross legged on the floor so you could face him. Harry still crouched, probably comfortable from all the pilates. “Where you’re singing about how I was the love of your life?”

“Shut up. You know why I wrote that song.” Harry replied quietly.

You did know.

It was when you and Harry had gone on a break because the distance between you was too much. He wrote the song, sent it to you to ask whether it was okay if he put it on his new album he was creating, only for you to come knocking on his door the next day, teary eyed, demanding an explanation.

You’d talked for hours and hours that night until you decided you had something worth fighting for.

“I do. Sorry, H baby.” You cupped his cheek with your hand and rubbed over his soft skin.

“It’s okay. Only because we’re okay.” He smiled at you.

You lay down then, still a few flowers surrounding you underneath.

Harry then came and lay down beside you, close enough to interlock his hand closest to you with yours. You turned to smile at him, only to realise he was busy admiring the moon high up above Wembley.

The stars were out and shining for him. The moon beaming down on the both of you.

“She’s so pretty.” Harry said, talking about the moon.

“Prettier than me?” You teased.

“Nobody’s prettier than you, love.”

You were silent for a few moments, both of you just admiring the still and silence. It’s hard to believe this place was filled with over ninety thousand people a couple hours ago.

You’d come to realise that Lloyd snapped a photo of the two of you like this and it quickly became your favourite photo with each other. Holding hands, laying amongst the flowers, gazing at the beautiful moon.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.” He squeezed your hand.

“Sometimes, when we’re apart, like you’re in LA and I’m in London, I look up at the moon and remember that it’s looking back down at you too. Like she’s watching over both of us simultaneously. It’s comforting, knowing we’re small enough in this expensive universe to be closer than we realise. Don’t you think?”

Harry didn’t reply and you wondered maybe he just didn’t get it?

You turned to look at him and he was already looking at you, stars now reflecting in his eyes.

“It’s cool if you don’t think that. I mean, like…”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Marry me.” He smiled so widely.

“Wha–”

“Marry me. Please.” He repeated himself, sitting up to pull something out of his pocket. He pulled out a small, dainty, engagement ring - one that you recognised from Anne’s collection. “Marry me and just be with me. Always. I know marriage doesn’t change who we are or how we love each other, but I just want to make you a little bit more mine. I’m always going to pick you. You are the love of my life. Choose me? Because I choose you.”

You didn’t realise you were crying until Harry was going slightly blurry in your vision

“Yes,” You whispered, “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” You shouted more and more loudly.

You sat and reached up up to grab his cheeks for a kiss. He wasn’t ready for it, but quickly found his rhythm against you. He kissed you so lovingly and you gave him all of you in return.

He pulled away, red lipped and slightly breathless.

“Let me put this on you.”

He held you hand shakily and your own hand was shaking. He slipped the perfect ring on and you smiled with so much happiness.

“Harry, it’s gorgeous.”

“Mum gave it to me. She gave it to me the moment we went on a break and I knew that I’d screwed up. She gave it to me, making me promise that I’d work hard to earn you back and marry the one person who I’d ever fully loved.”

“You’ve been carrying it around all this time?” You asked in disbelief.

“Always knew I was going to ask you. It was just a matter of when.”

“Well this was perfect. Thank you.”

“Thank you for saying yes.”

[mydearesthrry]

trinkets on tour — H.S.

hi angel pies this one is very self indulgent!!! i hope you enjoy <3

🎀 warnings/cw: none, fluff, swearing maybe?, kisses, harry being a sweetheart tbh

🐇 pairing: famous!bf!harry styles x fem!reader

💐 wc: 1.3k (short cute little baby!!!)

summary: a few different occasions with harry and your trinkets.

“Ow, fuck,” Harry muttered under his breath, something sharp poking in the skin of his foot. Moving his leg, he finds a small bunny figurine, the ears animated and floppy, wearing a pink dress with a small basket full of strawberries in its arm. “Y/n? Is this yours?”

The girl comes walking around the corner, seemingly doing her skincare in the hotel bathroom if the headband and glowy face had anything to go by. “Oh! Yeah, it is!” A small smile covered her face.

“It’s you, bun! I found it at a small corner store in Horsens and meant to give it to you. I thought I’d lost it since it wasn’t in my purse when I checked for it last night, but you found it! Isn’t it so cute?” She grins, walking over to her boyfriend to slip it from his fingers and roll it around in hers.

Harry had just about melted. She went to a shop and found something that reminded her of him, and just because of that, she bought it? God, was he in love.

“That’s s’ sweet, m’heart,” Harry pulls her into his side, pecking a few kisses to the top of her head, “thank you, sweet girl.”

She looks up from where her head is tucked into this side, wearing a pretty smile and bright gleam in her eyes. Harry looks on at her in awe, entranced by her beauty.

“Of course, H. Think about you always, all the time. Think I’d be broke by now if I bought you everything that reminds me of you that i’ve seen.”

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“Harry! Harry, look!” His girl comes running to the stage, interrupting his phone time as he waits for soundcheck to start.

“What, wha’ is it?” Harry’s brows furrowed, locking his phone and placing it next to his legs that swung over the edge of the stage.

“I found this in the green room, you haven’t even fully looked in there yet! It’s you!” She carefully tosses a small item onto the stage, not being able to reach up and place it due to how much shorter she was compared to the stage.

“‘S a— strawberry? ‘M a strawberry?” He says confusedly.

“I mean- okay its not you, but it reminded me of you! It’s a gold strawberry ring, and I have a gold strawberry ring too! Look, I’m wearing it right now,” She brings her left hand up to rest on his knee, showing a small dainty ring on her pinky finger, “We can match!”

He looks down at where her hand was placed on her knee and smiles. “Okay, m’love, we can match.”

Hearing her soft giggles, he knew he just couldn’t say no now. There was absolutely no way he could say no.

“C’mere lovie, there’s stairs right there,” With a soft gleam in his eyes, he points to a different area on the floor, “Jus’ wanna hold y’for a bit before the show.”

She squeaks out a little ‘okay!’ and runs over to the stairs, taking longer strides to get to her love faster. Plopping down next to him, she twists in her spot and scooches forward a bit, laying her head on his lap. She plucks the small ring from his hands, pointing at details in it that he hadn’t— and probably wouldn’t have noticed otherwise.

Despite not looking at the ring, and staring at her instead, he memorizes every detail of the ring, while engraving every small peep and barely noticeable rasp in her voice into his brain.

Come showtime, the fans immediately notice a new addition to his ring collection, a small strawberry ring that adorns his right pinky finger.

—

“Oh shit!” A shout followed by a small crash catches Harry’s attention, raising him to his feet in record speed as he nearly flies out of the bedroom and to the living area of the hotel.

“Honey, y’okay?” He says hurriedly, rushing over to where his sweet girl was.

She spins on her heel immediately, a broken wooden box in her hand, a small light purple unicorn in the other. Behind her near her heels laid almost a dozen other little trinkets, some scattered farther away from her feet than others. A sad look glazes over her features as she nods softly.

“Yeah, I’m okay, I accidentally dropped my Love On Tour trinket box, and now I’m a little sad,” She places the box and tiny unicorn onto the table, taking small steps to get to him, resting the side of her head on his chest, “I even decorated it! I’ve been getting small things from every stop on tour and the box I’ve been putting everything in broke!”

Harry’s heart ached for her, knowing how sweet and sentimental his girl was and knowing how much the box probably meant to her. Not saying anything for a few beats, he wraps his arms around the girl and runs his hand up and down the length of her arm. “Hm, m’heart. ‘M so sorry, can I see it?”

She nods, stepping back to go retrieve the box from the table, going back to Harry with it in her hands.

“M’kay, I think I can fix this up for you just right, want me to?” He says, assessing the damage, handling it carefully.

Her eyes light up as soon as the words leave his lips, a soft gasp falling from her lips. “You can?”

“Of course I can, y’gotta give me a couple of days though, Lovie. ‘M sorry.”

“It’s okay!” She chirps. “‘S okay even if you can’t, but if you can, that would make me so happy, thank you, H.”

“I’d do anything f’you, but for now, I think I have a small jewelry box y’can put it in until I fix it. Sounds good?” He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead at her graciousness.

“Sounds amazing, thank you, Baby.”

—

“Lovie? C’mere for a sec, baby.” Harry calls from yet another hotel bedroom, smiling softly as he heard a sweet ‘coming!’ followed by small steps on the floor.

“Yes?” Her head popped into the doorframe, a small furrow in her brow.

“Got a surprise f’you,” He smiles, hands behind his back.

“For me?” She walks over to him slowly, a suspicious look on her face.

“It’s nothing bad! Jus’ a quick something before we leave for the venue.” From behind his back, he pulls out her (now fixed!) box, placing it in front of her on the white duvet.

A gasp falls from her lips, followed by an excited squeal. In gratitude, she cautiously jumps onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, placing her lips onto his. She places small ones on his lips first, before pressing them together in an elongated, sweet kiss.

“Wait, wait Lovie, there’s another surprise inside the box.” Harry laughs, muttering the words against her lips to keep her close.

“Another?! You’re spoiling me now,” Grabbing the box, she opens it before gasping in shock.

“Always spoil you, don’t I?” He chastises, plucking the trinket out of the box.

A small, red convertible keychain lay flat in his palm, another small charm of a white daisy on it.

“Harry-“ She starts, pulling his hand closer to her face to look at it in closer detail. “Thank you, s’much.”

She turns her head to him, now teary eyed. She knew the sentiment behind both items, making the experience all the more emotional.

“The car, from our fifth date, where I asked y’to be m’girlfriend, and then the daisy from-“ He drawls, a soft and sleepy lull in his voice.

“From the field in Holmes Chapel, where you first told me you loved me.” She giggles breathily, sniffling to contain her emotion. “They’re perfect, baby. Thank you, thank you s’much.”

Twisting around in his lap, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, burrowing her face into his neck. He reciprocates the hug, wrapping his arms around her waist as he lays soft kisses on the side of her head.

“‘S perfect, you’re perfect.”

“Oh shut it, Lovie. Jus’ can’t believe I’m now contributing to your trinket collection.”

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hi there! Could I please request some hcs with Tenjiku? Where reader has like this yk2 grunge/alt OR the goth style of clothing if ykwim? And, because of this style reader has, they draw a lot of attention to themselves and because they are pretty too ofc, hehe😈

It's like the exact opposite to the hyper feminine, pink coquette style!reader you did recently on another hcs. I hope you understood what I meant because english is not my first language... 🤧🫶🫶

Tenjiku x Y2K Grunge!Reader (SFW, suggestive, fem reader, fluff, jealousy, flirting, reader gets hit on a lot, reader attracts attention)

note: thanks for requesting anon and don't worry I understood ya perfectly 🩷

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Izana

🎴 Gets you a pair of earrings that match his, he needs everyone to know you're together

🎴 Super possessive over you and will absolutely roundhouse kick the shit out of someone if they flirt with you

🎴 Does your makeup for you, probably steals your boots too because they make him look taller

Kakucho

🩷 A fan of all of your outfits, thinks your style is very chill and fits you well

🩷 Especially loves when you wear baggy clothes because he thinks you're prettiest when you're comfy

🩷 Won't threaten anybody if they look at you, but definitely gives them a polite warning look (he deadass gives them death stares but he swears he didn't)

Ran

💜 Always threatening people in public for looking at you (he can't blame them though because he be looking too)

💜 Makes jokes about bondage when he sees you decked out in more than one belt

💜 Matches jewelry with you and really wants to get matching tattoos

Rindou

🩵 Doesn't understand why you drown yourself in accessories but he can't deny it's cute

🩵 Loves when you wear skirts, especially denim ones with intricate stitching

🩵 Gives people side eyes when they look at you, he knows you're beautiful but he also knows that they see his damn arm around your waist

Mucho

🔷 Loves when you wear oversized t-shirts, it reminds him of how cute and tiny you are, he'll even offer up his own shirts for you to wear

🔷 Won't hesitate to rock someone in their jaw for looking at you for too long

🔷 Buys you a bunch of jewelry and chains for you to hook on your pants, he got you dripped tf out for real

Mochi

🍡 Obsessed with the fishnets that you wear, whether it be stockings or a shirt, he's here for it

🍡 Puts people in headlocks for hitting on you and only lets go when you tell him to

🍡 Loves how you look in a crop top, he thinks your tummy looks cute (he pinches you nonstop too)

Shion

🖤 Y'all are that one hot grunge couple honestly, he's in love with the way you dress and wants to match constantly

🖤 Makes you walk ahead of him when you're out so you don't see him beating the shit out of somebody for looking at you

🖤 He especially loves the big boots you wear, just a normal amount though he totally doesn't want you to step on him or anything weird like that

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[ali-r3n]

Eddie has never caved so fast

Eddie’s girlfriend is not a fan of his facial hair and gives him a choice, sex or the goatee

Fluff & Suggestive Content

{Thank you @eddiemunsons-missingnipple this wouldn’t exist without her input and her amazing editing skills. Goatee!Eddie edit was made by her so go give her some love 💜}

Eddie had grown out a goatee and his girlfriend despised it. 

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?” he asked as he ran his ringed hand over his face with a smoldering look. “You don’t like my new look.” 

“No. You look like a pirate.” She pouted.

He walked towards her and slid his arms around her waist. “Well then, how about I shiver your timbers.” He wiggled his eyebrows as she rolled her eyes. 

He leaned in to kiss her and was stopped by her finger on his lips. “No kissing,” she stated. “Or sex, until you shave it off.” 

“You’re kidding, right?” 

“Nope.”

“Sweetheart,” he whined. 

“I said what I said, Eddie. Shave it off and get laid or cockblock yourself.” 

Eddie lasted two days before he gave in. If you asked him, he would say that he endured a year of no physical affection. 

He tried to get her to break first… 

His lovely girlfriend stood at the counter as she made lunch. Dressed in his shirt and a pair of short cotton shorts, his favorite outfit. The front of his sweats began to tighten as he walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. He rested his chin against her shoulder and pressed himself against her. 

“Hi Sweetheart,” he purred into her ear and nuzzled against the side of her face. 

She winced away from the tickling of the coarse hair against her skin. 

“I missed you.” He ground his hips against hers. 

Y/N swallowed as she closed her eyes. She felt herself get wet and subtly clenched her thighs. She wouldn’t admit it, but she missed him too. 

“Sweetheart,” he sang. “You miss me too, don’t you? I know that you do. I can practically smell that perfect pussy.” 

She almost gave in. She turned around and came face to face with that infamous goatee. With a triumphant grin, he leaned in to seal his victory with a kiss and was promptly stopped by her finger on his lips. Eddie froze in shock. 

“Shave and I am all yours,” she stated and wormed out of his arms. 

He tossed his head back with a long groan. "Sweetheart, you're killing me here."

"THEN SHAVE!" she yelled from the hallway.

Y/N had gone to the mall with Nancy and Robin for a girl’s day. She walked into the trailer and looked over at her stubborn boyfriend who sat on the couch, that goatee still on his face. 

“Still not shaving?” 

“No.” He pouted. 

She shrugged. “Okay.” She made her way to the bedroom with a sway of her hips. 

Eddie watched with wide eyes. He looked away when she stopped mid step and looked over her shoulder at him. 

“By the way. This bag…contains lingerie,” she stated as she held up the pink bag by the silk black ribbons. . 

Eddie swallowed and squirmed as a bulge formed in his jeans. His neglected cock springing to life. . 

“I was hoping you changed your mind so that we could have some…fun.” 

He covered his mouth with his fist and bit into his hand to muffle his groan. 

“I guess not.” 

The next morning Eddie woke up to a most welcomed surprise. His eyes bugged out of his head. Y/N stood at the counter, dressed in her pretty new lingerie with a sheer robe over it. The fabric slipped down one of her shoulders. 

“Good morning, Baby.” She batted her eyes at him. 

“Meet me in the bedroom, Sweetheart!” he exclaimed. “I’ll be there in two minutes.” 

He tripped over his feet as he booked it to the bathroom. With a triumphant smirk, Y/N walked into the shared room and took a seat down on their mattress. 

Now clean shaven, Eddie entered the room. His shirt was already being pulled off of his head and tossed to the side. She giggled as he dove onto the bed and scrambled to his knees. 

He clapped his hands and said, “Alright. Show time.” 

“Well, what are you waiting for, Ed?” she teased. “Come here, Big Boy.” 

Y/N squealed when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to lay underneath him. Now that he finally had her in his grasp, he did not let her leave until the early hours of the morning.

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Stranger Things Taglist:

@valeriiecameron @maruushkka @rainbows-dreams @april-foolish

Stranger Things (Billy excluded) Taglist;

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[sunlit-haruka]

Ranking all of the Milgram Birthday Outfits on a scale of 1/10 because it's 3AM over here and I have to do school things at 6 (Inspired by this video) ↓

Already off to an incredibly strong start, because as we know, Haruka is perfect and can do no wrong. Dog? Little sister? Who's that? Sounds like a myth honesty. Alright, jokes and Haruka bias aside, very nice ! Relatively plain all things considered, but that's quite fitting for Haruka (I mean, have you seen how this kid dresses normally? I'm somewhat surprised that he didn't go for a full white look. Wonder if Muu helped him out when choosing his pieces) I also love the color blue, so bonus points for that. (shut up I know I just said I would ignore biases) Overall, I give Haruka Sakurai a 8/10 !! Lookin' good, buddy ! ↓

Yuno looks so pretty and the outfit is SO cute !! I love the frilliness of the shirt, the pleated skirt is really cute and in general I love the shades of pink chosen for this outfit, and those SHOEEEES girl where did you get those give me name and address. I honestly have no complaints at all I give Yuno Kashiki a 10/10 !! Absolutely gorgeous girl !! (Also it's unfortunate we're only ranking the outfits and not the cakes, because the decision to give Yuno a fucking staircase cake was genius) ↓

...Mannn, I wish I could say I liked this outfit so badly. The outfit itself is alright, if a bit basic, and Fuuta looks very handsome ! But I can't help but feel like black would've been a better choice for him than dark brown. And Fuuta...my guy...WHY those shoes? I could've maybe forgiven the outfit colors if you didn't decide to pair them with shiny gold...sneakers? What the hell even are those? Get better shoes, man. Overall, I'm giving Fuuta Kajiyama a 4/10. I like the outfit it'self (minus the shoes), but the coloring brings it down a lot for me. ↓

Christ, no wonder Muu got model deals ! Look at this queen right here !! She looks absolutely gorgeous, the dress is beautiful and I love the Beauty And The Beast inspiration. The earrings being inspired by an hourglass is a very cool detail, and the heels look great as well ! I genuinely don't think I have any faults with this one Muu Kusunoki gets a 10/10 ! Nice job dressing to impress ! ↓

One chance Mr. Kirisaki, one cha-- Ahem. As I was saying, Shidou looks amazing in this outfit !! I'm usually not a fan of there being so much white on it's own (I sound like a certain horror fanatic, sheesh.) But Shidou reallly rocks it, and the purple accents are very nice in comparison !! I also really like the shoes for some reason. Shidou is being added to the list also consisting of Muu and Yuno where I need to see who their shoemaker is For Shidou Kirisaki, I give a 9/10 !! Very pretty man. ↓

Mahiru looks very pretty here ! I love the poofy hair accessory, and the birdcage earrings are a very nice touch. That being said however...the dress is a bit too plain for me. I cannot help but feel like something is missing here that would make the overall outfit look way better. A sash maybe? Despite that though, Mahiru Shiina gets a 6/10 !! Looking ready for a date !  ↓

Ooooh...Kazui stans forgive me, but I'm pretty indifferent to this outfit. It's not bad mind you ! Kazui looks very handsome in it, and I like the blue chosen for his tie. But it's the same problem with Mahiru where I feel like it's a bit too plain and could've used something more, like a pattern on his vest or pants. Also though his shoes aren't the atrocity that is Fuuta's, I feel like a black or even a dark blue akin to Haruka would've looked a lot better in comparison to the rest of his outfit. Kazui Mukuhara is granted a 5/10. Not the best, not the worst. Sorry old man. ↓

AHHH SHE LOOKS SO CUTE !! It's like if the frilliness from Yuno's outfit was upped to twenty ! Amane's dress is adorable and looks very comfortable as well, I want a bigger sized version for myself. I also really like her big bow, as well as the blue shoes. But most importantly, Amane seems to be genuinely happy wearing it, and as a fandom, Amane's happienss takes priority. Amane Momose, you'll be getting a 9/10 from me ! Good on ya, kid ! ↓

Ahhh, he's so cute ! Look at how polite he looks ! The blazer is nice, and also blue. Blue bias. And the boots absolutely fucking SLAY. The way his hair is styled looks very nice as well ! I also think this is the closest we have gotten to official art of Mikoto smiling genuinely, and I personally think we need more. And more. And more. Mikoto Kayano gets a 10/10 !! Very cute boy ! ↓

Ma'am, I politely and respectfully ask you to break my neck mercilessly-- Ahem. As I was saying. KOTOKO LOOKS FUCKING AMAZING !! The undershirt oh my god the FUCKING UNDERSHIRT !! Absolutely adore it so much. The colors are all very pleasing to the eye, the skirt is very cute, and the heels look cool as hell !! But Kotoko also looks cool as hell in anything, so is this really fair? Kotoko Yuzuriha has obtained a 10/10 ! Absolutely gorgeous.

[meownotgood]

♡ threesome / hayakawa aki & angel ♡

♡ kinktober 2022 ♡

pairing: hayakawa aki & angel x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

content: soft dom aki, soft dom angel, voyerism, dirty talk, praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby, etc.), reader uses female pronouns, if angel can’t fuck you himself then watching aki fuck you is the next best thing

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Angel's predicament has always been this: he wants to touch you, he wants to feel you, he wants to be closer to you. But he can't, for obvious reasons. 

It tends to keep him up at night. Angel curls up under his bed sheets, pure white wings fanned out, pumping his cock while he thinks about you. After many restless evenings, he came to the conclusion that he would do anything for one chance with you, regardless of the circumstances. 

So, if Angel can't fuck you himself, watching Aki fuck you is the next best thing. Fortunately for Angel, Aki really likes having an audience. 

Angel sighs, leaning back further in his chair, admiring the view. His pants are pooled at his ankles, his face is flushed pink, and his hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking up the length slowly with an open grip. He spreads his legs a bit more and then quietly chokes out, "Aki… How does it feel?" 

Aki has you caged in under him, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He swallows before he speaks, his voice shaky, to the point where he sounds like he's high, "Really f-fucking good," He stutters, "She's soooo good." 

Aki has you positioned perfectly so that Angel can see everything, including the way Aki's thick cock presses inside you. The shaft is slick and glistening when he pulls out, echoing a wet sound when he shoves it back in deep, his cockhead nudging at your cervix. 

"Tell me more," Angel twists his hand and squeezes, breathing harshly at the sensation. 

Aki obliges, "It's really warm, really fucking tight," He breaks into a whine when he shoves back in again, his words starting to slur, the pleasure downright overwhelming, "Squeezing my dick so much… Every time I pull out, feels like it's sucking me back in." 

Angel moans loudly at that. 

Aki is still in his work clothes, his hair loose. His suit jacket is falling down his shoulders, but still manages to cling to his arms. His tie is loosened, his slacks are pulled down to his thighs, his shirt is unbuttoned at the top. Same with Angel; the devil's pants are pulled down, but his dress shirt and jacket are still on neatly. It's a stark contrast to you, stripped completely naked, your body exposed to both men. 

The way they're watching you is so intense — It makes you feel dizzy, like you're not sure who you should focus on. Aki, who's tall frame is positioned over you, his hair long and messy, his cheeks flushed red. Or Angel, who's observing your every move intently, taking in every detail of the scene, his wings gently fluttering. 

"Shit," Aki groans, and he dips his head over your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him, fingers tangled in his soft hair as he whispers in your ear, just quiet enough for only you to hear, "You're so damn wet, baby. You getting off to this? You like when someone else watches me fuck you?" 

All you can manage in response is a nod as Aki's teeth connect with your neck, nipping little hurried love bites into the skin there. You tilt your head to give Aki better access, and when you do, you catch eyes with Angel for the first time in a while. 

Angel's lips are parted, and strands of his cherry red hair stick to his forehead from sweat. He's jerking himself off steadily, his gaze flickering between you and Aki. His cock is pale and pretty, the sensitive tip leaking with precum, coating his palm each time he pumps it. He looks so disheveled, so needy. A total mess, just from watching you get fucked. The look in your eyes when you turn to him — pupils blown, desperate — is enough to make Angel's dick throb hard in his hand. 

Aki places delicate kisses up your jaw, over the shell of your ear, and his breath is hot on your skin when he mutters, "You're doing so well. Can you get a bit louder? Let Angel hear you, sweetheart." 

Aki's voice is soft and sweet, his lips are tender, but the way he fucks into you is relentless. He shoves himself in with deep, hard thrusts, focused on giving Angel the best show possible, on showing him just how well you can take his cock. Aki caresses your thighs with his palms, lightly squeezing, and he presses his lips to your cheeks, then your forehead — Faint kisses that contrast perfectly with his brutal pace, sending tingles up your spine. 

You manage to stutter, "Feels amazing, Aki, d-don't stop-" 

"Oh my God…" Angel tosses his head back as he jerks himself with more fervor, feeling himself getting closer, his dick getting harder when he hears your sweet voice. 

"Angel," Aki says, and it quickly draws the devil's attention back. Angel opens one of his eyes, and Aki continues, "Tell her what you wanna do to her."

"I wanna, fuck," It's difficult for Angel to get the words out. He's so close already, his wings twitching, his dick aching in his palm. He has to slow the pace of his hand to keep himself from cumming, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down further. "I wanna touch her. Really bad." 

Aki replies, "Yeah? Where? Here?" His large hands move to cup your breasts, pinching and twisting at the nipple. 

"Yeah, y-yeah, shit, Aki. You're fucking her so good." Now that he's got himself started, Angel can hardly hold back from babbling everything that comes to his mind. Watching the way Aki fucks into you, his hands gripping your thighs to spread you open, his cock stretching you out, his balls hitting your ass; it's so filthy, but so fucking addicting. 

It's addicting for Angel to close his eyes and focus on the sounds: your whines and Aki's quiet groans, the echo of skin slapping against skin, and the disgustingly wet squelch each time Aki thrusts in — It's intoxicating for Angel to imagine that he's somewhere in between. Before he even realizes what he's saying, Angel admits, "Want her to suck me off." 

A little smirk falls on Aki's face. God, he knows he shouldn't get turned on by that, but something about imagining fucking you senseless while you're choking on Angel's dick, struggling to take the two of them at once, has him feeling lightheaded. 

And Angel knows he shouldn't get so worked up just by watching this, feeling himself pushed further and further to the edge by the way you chant another man's name, Aki's name. He's watching his co-worker fuck you, he's gonna have to go to work tomorrow and see you and him and know that he watched the two of you fuck each other stupid. 

Aki grabs your face by your cheeks, his tone sultry when he mumbles, "Bet you'd look so pretty baby, sucking off Angel. You want to, don't you? Admit it." 

You nod your head, babbling, "Uh-huh, wanna make you feel good, Angel-" 

Angel feels his heart skip a beat in his chest when you address him directly, his breath hitching, but you're cut off when Aki commands, "Stick out your tongue." 

Aki presses his thumb to your lips, and when you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out as you were told, he bullies his thumb into your mouth until you suck on it obediently. 

"Ohhhh God, I can't, I'm gonna cum," Angel whines, feeling on the edge of his high. Aki grabs your chin and tilts your head forcibly until you're looking at Angel. 

With your eyes on him, your lips parted and Aki's thumb shoved in your mouth, Angel can't hold back anymore. He spills all over himself, cumming in thick ropes, getting his hand filthy. He looks so pretty when he finishes, his face blissful, his eyelashes heavy and fluttering. His voice is sweet and high pitched as he mutters an incoherent mix of swears and your own name. You swear you can see his halo glow brighter, spilling yellow beams of light onto his form, reflected upon his eyes.

Aki can feel you getting close, your cunt tightening around him, so he takes his thumb out; it's still wet with your saliva when he rubs your cheek and asks, "You gonna cum, baby?" 

"Mhmm, mhmm." 

"I'm close too," Aki chokes out. He clumsily wedges his hand between your legs, his fingertips rubbing precise circles on your clit, and he adjusts his pace, fucking you to a steady rhythm, one he's sure will make you cum. "Cum for me and Angel, and let Angel see your pretty face." 

His instruction is all it takes before you're over the edge, cumming around Aki's dick, with your head tilted towards Angel. Aki feels you get wetter; he nearly slips out, but he buries his head in your shoulder, clumsily chasing his high, his hands gripping your waist to pull your body even closer to himself. 

Angel slowly opens his eyes. He's still calming down from his release, his hand stroking his dick lazily. He pleads through shallow breaths, voice weak, "Aki… wanna see you cum on her. Can you?" 

Angel just barely catches the way Aki gasps, Yeah, yeah, before he pulls out, his fist hastily jerking his cock until he's groaning in pleasure, cumming all over your stomach and your chest, getting you sticky and messy with ropes of his white cum. 

Aki takes heavy, quickened breaths, and Angel reaches up to push messy strands of hair from his forehead. Aki cups your cheek and quietly praises, "So good, so good. You did so good for us. So perfect." 

"Yeah, that was amazing," Angel nods in agreement, "I don't care what we have to do. Next time, you're gonna switch places with me, Aki." 

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Just Pretend (Gavi x reader)

Part 4

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Warnings: Profanity!! Swearing!! Kinda sad!!

Word Count: 7.4k (fun fact! if you've read the whole story, that's 27 pages of reading!)

A/N: The highly anticipated continuation to my ramblings. Please let me know if you want to be on the tag list for this series (because apparently that's a thing people do?) Also, can you tell I'm a huge Bad Omens fan?

"Wait, you're from  San Sebastián? Like the cake?"

"If I had known you were this funny I wouldn't have ordered a soda. It keeps coming out of my nose."

You smiled widely at Martin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You sat across from him in a restaurant by the beach, the dim yellow light complimenting the fading sun that cascaded through the windows. Salt hung in the air, filling your lungs with a feeling of relaxation. You rarely ever let first dates pick you up, let alone drive you an hour outside of Barcelona. But Martin had made you feel safe.

He had pulled up outside of your building, top down on the blue Mercedes he drove. His sunglasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, allowing him to drink in your sight and let out a low whistle as you approached the car. Your beach dress swayed around you, hugging different parts of your body as you moved. Your hair was pulled away from your face, with the wind shifting a few strands. Martin jumped out of the vehicle at the sight of you, opening the door for you and helping with your bag. The car ride there had been a tad awkward, with both of you nervous to come across too strong or two excited. So he handed you AUX and got a feel for you through your taste in music (which was erratic and all over the place). He let you play whatever you want. Well, almost: when 'Like a Villain' by Bad Omens came on, he changed the song himself, stating that he "could not stand scream music".

You had both loosened up by the time you got to the beach. You set up on the sand and Martin unbuttoned his shirt, glancing up to make sure you were watching him expose his chest inch by inch. You decided to be just as bold, lifting your dress over your head without turning around. Upon rummaging through your belongings, you decided none of your swimsuits gave off the desired impression, which was "I was meant to be a rich football WAG please wife me now". The natural next step was to ask Angelika for one, and she did not disappoint. It was a light pink medium-slutty bikini, sitting ever so prettily on your chest and on the curve of your hips. You laid across the towel on your side, finally able to engross yourself in the conversation with Martin. Once you two started, it was almost impossible for you to stop talking. You were so enamored by this man, who was interesting and funny and good looking and successful and interested in you.

You had spent hours at the beach, walking along the water, swimming in the shallows, and just laying in the warm sand, all while maintaining a great conversation. He was genuine in all his questions about your interests and your life. As you put your dress back on, Martin stared at you. He licked his lips as you let your hair down, shaking it to get any excess sand out. He asked if you didn't mind keeping the night going by having dinner with him, which is how you ended up at a pretty tiny seafood place by the sea. The other three occupied tables in the restaurant also hosted couples, so you felt at ease sitting across from Martin and asking about his home town.

"Okay but I love  San Sebastián cake! It's like cheesecake but better and doesn't make me feel like I have butter lining my veins."

Martin laughed shyly and rolled his eyes. He looked at you softly, in a way that few men had. Most guys looked at you with a hardness in their eyes: you were a challenge to defeat, a mountain to climb, a conquest to complete. You were the impossible woman and you were to be treated as such. But Martin? He looked at you with a delicate that made you feel like you were made of glass. He looked at you the way Disney characters looked at the princesses: like something special that needed to be cherished. You rested your hand on the table, and he brought his hand to drape over yours, making you feel like a high schooler with their first crush. It was sweet and delicate and everything a girl wanted in a romance. You looked up at Martin and saw what you had been searching for all this time: potential.

You woke up Monday morning feeling the best you had in weeks. The previous day, you received an email saying you passed your field medicine exam with a 93%, shortly followed by a few texts from Martin saying how much he enjoyed the date and how he couldn't wait to see you again. It felt like everything in your life was falling into place: you were on your way to becoming a successful sports physiotherapist, and you had a hot football player who was sending you "good morning" texts before his 8am training.

You practically skipped into work, coffee in one hand, handbag swinging in the other. You stood in the hall outside your office and stared at your phone, smiling like an idiot at the messages from Martin. A hand came down and grasped your shoulder, scaring you out of your trance.

"Good morning doctora. You didn't answer my texts."

And just like that, your mood was ruined by Pablo, Barca's little storm could of misery. He had sent you several messages over your time off, all of which you had decided not to open:

[Gavi]: Good luck on your exam Doctora.

[Gavi]: Frenkie ripped his knee open today during training. It was nasty as fuck. You would have thought it was cool.

[Gavi]: Sevilla is so fucking cold I can't stand it.

[Gavi]: Did you see the injuries during today's match? You're going to be busy on Monday.

[Gavi]: Say hi to Martin for me and the boys

[Gavi]: Tomorrow morning I need you to remove my back and give me a new one

"Yes Gavi, because I was busy," you breathed out as you opened your office door. Gavi walked in behind you, taking your coffee and bag from your hands to place them in their usual spots. "I gave you my personal number for emergencies. If you keep texting me status updates about your life, I will demote you back to email only. Why is your shirt off?"

"Because you're gonna work on my back, which you would know if you read my messages. Besides, don't lie, you love my little updates."

You pulled your hair up, grabbing clean gloves and some muscle warming lotion as you approached a shirtless Gavi, who had laid himself across your table. Despite not opening them, you had to admit that the messages made a feeling of warmth spread through your chest. Someone on the team was thinking about you, and he had remembered the things you were interested in. You could just barely admit this to yourself, but you would never say it out loud to Gavi. God forbid he ever found out that you enjoyed his presence.

"No one likes them, given that you send them to me rather than your friends."

From his position on his stomach, he looked over his shoulder at you.

"Are we not friends, y/n?"

"I'm not sure, Gavi. We could be if you stopped hating me."

"I don't hate you. I think."

The statement made your cheeks heat up slightly for reasons unknown to you. Instead of focusing on this, you squeezed some of the gel onto Gavi's lower back, an area that consistently gave him trouble. It was odd to hear that Gavi considered the two of you friends. Hell, it was weird to hear that he didn't hate you. Despite him treating you more politely, he never gave you the impression that he enjoyed your presence outside of the fact that you repaired his aching body. Well, that, and the fact that he was sending you daily updates about the team, most of which were not related to work at all. You spread the gel around the area, giving it a moment to heat up before you started working the muscle.

"So how did your exam go?" Gavi asked, laying on his folded hands. It was 7:40am, and he was susceptible to falling asleep unless he maintained a conversation. He also needed something to focus on besides the feeling of your hands on him. There was that damn feeling again: the ache in his chest, the goosebumps on his arms, the feeling like he wanted to run out the room and off the roof. He had no clue what is was about you that made him feel like he was on the verge of exploding. He would deny it if anyone asked, but he felt himself start to get hard every time you put your hands on him. Maybe Pedri was right and he was severely touch starved.

"It went amazing. I was a little scared about the technical test, because I can't really lift more than 60 kilos, so if we had to use the spine board it might have been a problem. But it was a stomach injury, so it was pretty easy. Passed with a 93%."

Your hands moved around Gavi's lower back, and he was letting out sharp breaths of pain.

"Muscle tension?"

"No actually. Your gloves... you know what it's fine I'll live keep going."

"No no. Gavi I don't want to hurt you. Tell me what's the issue."

"Well.. Your gloves are getting caught on the hair of my lower back, and you're pulling on it. I don't really know what you can do about that but that's what hurts."

You looked down at your gloved, realizing the mix of latex and gel had ripped a couple hairs out of Gavi.

"I can go wash my hands and do this without gloves. I'll be right back."

Before Gavi could protest to your bare hands massaging him, you had thrown your gloves away and let the room, washing your hands across the hall and returning. You repositioned yourself to lean over Gavi and began working the muscles in his lower back, your hands digging into his skin. Gavi was now, for the second time in two weeks, seething with anger in your office, because he was about to get hard in front of you from the most platonic touches. He didn't want you to think he was a teenage slave to his hormones. He wanted to show that he was cool and in control (even if in reality he was falling apart under your fingers).

"So how was the beach?" He asked. He knew he shouldn't. He knew you two weren't close enough for him to be asking. Gavi didn't even want to hear the answer - you looked like you were so happy, and the thought of you being happy with another man made him sick. He told himself it was because a boyfriend would make you less available for the team, but the reasoning was weak at best. But he knew the disappointment of hearing about your date would make him flaccid and riled up for training, so he let his lips utter the question that had bothered him for days.

"The beach? Or my date?" You asked, pressing harder into his lower back. The thought of Martin brought you warm sunshine feelings normally, but when Gavi asked, it made you feel nervous - embarrassed. Like you had done something wrong or shameful.

"Either. Both. Did you have a good time?"

You took a deep breath, allowing the memories of Saturday to fill your lungs.

"Honestly, it was great, Gavi, the best date I've been on in so long. The beach was gorgeous, and he seemed to really like me, which is more than I can say about the other guys I've been out with."

He clutched the plush bed tighter, arm veins becoming more pronounced.

"Have you been on dates with a lot of guys here?"

You paused your motions. Usually, you would respond with a sarcastic remark, asserting your dominance and your ability to date whoever you wanted. But Gavi's eyes showed that he wasn't being judgmental like the previous week - he was genuinely curious.

"Yeah like a dozen since I moved back. They've all sucked. Like majorly - they think I'm dumb and looking for a sugar daddy, or they just want to have sex. Or both actually. But Martin was so sweet to me. Every other date I've been on, the guy tried to kiss me or squeeze my thighs. The most physical thing Martin did was hold my hand."

In your dreamy recount of your date, you had lost track of what you were doing with your hands. The medical muscle treatment had shifted towards a much more intimate massage, with your hands lingering slightly too long on sections of Gavi's lower back. This was not helping his tenting issue, and neither was the mental image you were painting. He squeezed his eyes shut, focused on stopping the blood flow to his dick, but instead he pictured you in a swimsuit holding someone's hand. Holding his hand. His eyes shot open and he pushed him up, startling you in the process.

"Sorry, I don't know why I did that." He said, leaning back down and letting you keep working.

"I know I probably shouldn't be giving you this much information about my personal life, but you're not gonna tell on me, are you Gavi?" You asked, winking at him. Why would you do that? Did you hate him? Were you purposely trying to get him hard?

"Of course not, doctora. It's nice to hear you talk about something else besides how shit my muscles are." You continued rambling about your date and about Martin while Gavi listened intently, erection now fully gone, much to his satisfaction. You listed off all the good things you experienced that day, from the feel of the sand to the taste of your drink. As you finished up, Gavi had his eyebrows scrunched together (more than usual).

"You look like you want to say something, so just say it."

"Do you like him?"

The question caught you off guard (much like everything else Gavi had done that day) as you moved to get some paper towels to wipe the gel off Gavi's back.

"He's a great guy and he likes me a lot, so I think I would like to see where things go."

Gavi held out his hand, preferring to wipe himself down. He had just recovered from your touch, and was not eager to have another exchange like that again. He looked at you critically with one eyebrow lifted.

"Tch, you're not listening to the question. I'm sure he's very nice. But I'm asking about you, y/n. Do you like him?"

Looking down, you wiped your hands and pressed your lips together. This conversation had gotten a lot deeper than the ones you and Gavi normally got into. But there was something about the boy in front of you that made your heart soften, urging you to open up to him. Maybe it was the memory of his drunken state and how burdened he seemed. Maybe it was the boyish innocence that he carried, still resilient despite the sin that accompanied being rich and famous so young. There was just something about Gavi that, despite him being immature and infuriating, made you feel safe.

"I don't know. I don't think I can let myself like him before I'm sure that he wants to be with me for the right reasons."

Gavi had never seen you like this. You were one of the most confident people he knew, always walking with your head up and shoulders back. Now, your head hung forward, and despite you standing, it looked like you wanted to curl yourself into a ball. Your eyes were unfocused, as if you were remembering something you would rather forget.

"I understand that."

If Gavi kept surprising you like this, you were going to need your own physio.

"Understand what?"

"Wanting people to like you for the right reasons. Not wanting someone to be interested in you because of your body or your money or your name, but for who you are as a human being."

Your eyes met his hazel ones, holding his gaze. There was something that neither of you were saying, but you both felt. It was a pain that you couldn't explain with words - you either knew what it was like to be an object or you didn't. Feeling the mood weigh heavier on the both of you, you decided it was time to lighten things back up.

"That was really deep Gavi. I didn't know middle schoolers could be so philosophical."

Gavi groaned, cracking a smile in the process. He had gotten up, slipping his shirt over his head, working on getting his shoes back on as well.

"You know good and well that I'm 18, not a middle schoolers. If you want more proof, go ask your mom."

"My mom is an elementary school teacher."

This caused both of you to lose it, gripping your sides in laughter. You looked over at Gavi, watching the way his eyes crinkled and body shook with each laugh. You liked seeing him smile (it finally gave those eyebrows a break).

You and Gavi exited your office, walking to the field together. You would be observing their training to get used to assessing on field injuries with Antonio, another physio assistant. He had graduated from the same program as you, and had been assisting Dr. G for the least 3 years. He had been recruited by Manchester City, and would be moving to England at the end of the season, creating a need to impart all his wisdom on you.

Gavi ran onto the field giddy with excitement. He loved his teammates and all the friends he made at La Masia, but he had a hard time making other friends the more famous he got. Every time he liked a photo or followed someone on Instagram, there would be news articles and headlines reading that he had a wife. He felt comfortable around you, and despite meeting you through his work, you didn't have an obligation to like him in order to win trophies. It started that warm and fuzzy feeling again.

"Gavi, nice of you to join us. You'll be with Ferran and Christensen. Pedri, Lewandowsky, and Kounde, you'll be the other team. It will be precision training."

Ferran sauntered up to Gavi, phone and bottle in hand. As they waited for Christensen to join them, Ferran unlocked his phone and held it up to Gavi. It was a picture of you (seemingly from your private Instagram) this weekend at the beach, sitting on the sand and looking behind you. Your glasses sat at the top of your head as you glanced over your shoulder at the camera.

"In those scrubs, could you ever tell that our little nurse has such a heavenly ass?"

Gavi wished he couldn't hear. Or that Ferran didn't have a mouth to speak. He glared at him and brought his phone up, pressing the side button and making the screen go dark.

"She let you follow her on Instagram and this is what you do? Show her private pictures to the whole team?"

Gavi tried his best to hide the hurt in his voice at the fact that you had yet to follow him, hating that Ferran, nasty as he was to you, got special treatment.

"Oh no, Martin sent this screenshot to me. She hasn't accepted me as a follower yet. And not everyone gets to see - just you, because I know you've been waiting for her to let you hit. Oh and maybe Pedri if you let him."

Gavi wanted to step on Ferran's smug face with his cleats. But what really angered him was Martin. Why was he sharing private photos of you with anyone who asked? Needless to say, Gavi was on fire for the rest of practice, being extra physical with all the boys. He was throwing himself at the ball, scrapping the exposed skin on his arms on almost every play. After five rounds, Gavi's arm had gotten past scrapes and began to bleed, leading to Xavi stopping the drill and calling you over to bandage up the ragefully aggressive boy.

"Hey nurse y/n." Ferran called out, leaning against one of the goal posts.

"Stop calling me a nurse Ferran before I hurt you so bad you're eating through a tube." You were tired of Ferran's remarks from the day you started. The longer you worked with the team, the less they bothered you.

"There's that fire that I love. How was the beach? Do anything...hot?"

Gavi tried to turn around and glare at Ferran, but you gripped his arm tightly, instructing him not to move while you bandaged it.

"Yeah I did actually. I called your dad and almost gave him a son he actually loves, but I decided not to hurt your mom like that." The boys all snickered at your comment. Ferran leaned into Pedri, showing him the picture as well, much to Gavi's displeasure.

"I bet it's bubblegum pink - and I'm not talking about the swimsuit."

You didn't hear what Ferran had said, only Pedri's response of "you're sick dude". The bleeding boy in front of you had. This time you couldn't hold Gavi back, and he turned around fully to smack the phone out of Ferran's hand.

"What's your problem Hermano?" Ferran said, hostility apparent in his voice.

"You're giving me a headache."

"Sounds like a personal issue. y/n, on Thursday after Pedrito tucks Gavi into bed, all the adults are going to the club to celebrate the hopeful win against Espanol. Care to join?"

You pinched Gavi on the arm to keep him from turning around to respond to Ferran's comments about his age. You knew age was a sore spot, but you really needed to make sure his elbow was bandaged properly, and him constantly rotating wasn't helping.

"I'm not sure it's appropriate for me, as a member of staff, to be going out with a group of players. I'm not trying to get in trouble."

Pedri had approached you at this point, draping an arm around Gavi and leaning against him.

"Martin will be there, so you won't be out with the players. You'll be out with the guy you're seeing, and the players will just happen to be there. You should come - you'll get bottle service for free."

Gavi prayed you would say no. He prayed you would be responsible and say that you needed to go home and rest, as you clocked into work at 7:30am. Despite Ferran's taunting, Gavi would also be at the club, and the idea of you seeing him while he was drunk made him queasy. He was already off-putting to some people while sober, so he didn't want to undo the closeness he had achieved with you today with a shot of tequila.

"If Martin's going to be there, I don't see why not. I would love to see what Pedri looks like when confronted by a bottle service girl."

You finished bandaging Gavi's arm, and heard Xavi yelling that this was practice, not school lunch, and everyone got back to their places on and off the field.

The rest of the week passed by rather uncharacteristically. No intense injuries. No texts from Gavi to meet him for an early morning session. It really was just a normal 9-5 job. On Thursday, Barca played at home against Espanol, winning 2-0, with goals from Dembele and Gavi in the second half. Only one head collision between Araujo and another player, so you go to stay on the sides and enjoy the game. At the end, the players came to the sidelines to thank the fans for their support. You watched as Gavi removed his shirt, tossing it to a little girl at the front of the audience, her dad protecting her immediately from the rabid fans around her. You were brought out of your trance by two arms around your waist, lifting you up, causing you to let out a small scream.

"Ready to party bonita?" Ferran's voice asked uncomfortably close to your ear. Upon being put down, you grabbed your medical bag and rushed off the field, eager to get away from the player that felt too comfortable touching you whenever he pleased. Pedri watched you run off from the corner of his eye and turned to Ferran, giving him a side eye for the actions.

You drove home with music blasting over the speakers. It was a great stress relief (even if it encouraged you to speed). You showered and got dressed, excited to get to see some of the boys out in the wild, not only in the secluded space that was Camp Nou. You slipped into a black dress, hair half pulled up, and your makeup done dark and smoky - typical for a night out. A knock at your door made you finally stop admiring your own reflection, and you found Martin in front of you, a black t-shirt hugging his torso, coupled with those dreadful skinny cargo pants in army green (you know the ones that Spanish men love).

"Good evening beautiful. Let me take a look at you." He grabbed your hand spinning you slowly, and taking in every curve the dress hugged.

"Ready to go?" You asked, trying to step into the hallway and close the door to your apartment. He placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

"Not quite. You look absolutely stunning, don't get me wrong, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to go out dressed like that. It's a little too revealing, and if anyone were to take pictures of us together, I would want them to think you're my girl, not just someone dancing half naked in the club trying to get a footballer."

You felt a pit develop in your stomach. You had never been told by a man to go change for a night out. This is how you had always dressed, feeling confident in yourself and your ability to look put together without looking cheap. You were ready to tell Martin to fuck off, but you thought back to university. You had dressed this way back then too, and all anyone ever wanted was to sleep with you. Maybe he was right - your clothes were giving off the wrong impression. You stepped inside to change, substituting your dress for a pair of high waisted jeans and a corset top with long sleeves.

"Even better." He said, kissing you on the cheek and leading you out of the building.

'Maybe this is what men want,' you thought to yourself as you strapped into Martin's car and plugged in your phone, queuing several songs that you knew would be Martin-approved.

The line at the club was ridiculously long given that people had to go to work the following morning, but Martin explained that word had gotten out about the footballers frequenting this establishment, and so every girl and all her wannabe WAG friends would flock here after a home game to try and get a glimpse of the million euro boys. Martin shook hands with one of the bouncers, who gave you a once over before leading you both to the VIP section. The Barca boys were already there, not running late because of last minute outfit changes.

The older players had their own section where they sat with their partners, speaking with each other as much as they could over the thump of the speakers. The younger players had the more obvious section that overlooked the rest of the club. Pedri noticed you first, looking away from the bottle service girl he was talking to and waving you over. The closer you got, the more you could see the waitress fidgeting and blushing, overwhelmed by the fact that Pedri was whispering their order into her ear (because the music was loud. no other reason). Gavi sat on the seat next to him, legs spread and arms crossed, looking utterly uninterested until his eyes landed on you. He sat up straighter, wondering if it was ok to come up to you and greet you given that you were with another man. As he thought, someone else beat him to it.

"Martin! Good to see you Hermano. Always great when you join us, especially with something pretty on your arm."

You stopped yourself from responding to Ferran, looking at Martin instead. You didn't know much about men, but there was an assumption that most of them didn't like it when other guys made suggestive remarks at the girls they were with. But the anger never came - only a laugh from Martin before joining hands with Ferran to great him. You look a seat beside Gavi, with Martin on your right. He waved the bottle service girl over, still red as a tomato from taking Pedri's order, and started requesting bottles while placing a hand on your lower thigh, rubbing gentle circles into the skin there.

Gavi followed Martin's fingers with his eyes, tracing the same circles with his vision and damn near going cross-eyed. His body filled with heat despite the fact that he had not yet consumed a drop of liquor. There was something about the possessive grip Martin had, coupled with the nervous way you sat with your hands folded, that upset Gavi. Soon enough there were bottles on tables, and shots were being poured.

"What'll you have baby? Don Julio or Azul?"

"I'm actually not drinking. I have to be at work in the morning" You replied, and Gavi went to remove the shot glass from in in front of you, but Martin stopped him.

"What do you mean you're not drinking? Come on you're out and we got bottles, you have to drink. I'm pouring you a shot of Don Julio. Better take it or I'm leaving you here." Martin said with a slight laugh in his voice. You picked up the shot glass reluctantly. You didn't drink on weeknights, but you didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Gavi leaned into you ear.

"You don't have to take it if you don't want to. He's not in charge of you or what you drink."

You looked over at Gavi, silently thanking him for the encouragement, but felt the cool of the glass against your lips. You looked over at Martin, who licked his lips and gazed at you with hooded eyes. Maybe this is what you needed to be doing - loosening up with the guys you went out with. Maybe it was your uptight nature that made people want to fuck you until you went soft, never sticking around to put the pile of mush back together. You knocked back the shot, reeling from the burn.

"There you go. Good job." You giggled slightly at the praise, leaning into Martin's side. Gavi was not happy. He hadn't known you your whole life, but the three months you had been at Barca showed him fundamentals about your personality. One of them was that you did what you wanted, and didn't let anyone sway you when you were set. Allowing Martin to persuade you into doing things you didn't want to made Gavi uneasy, but he said nothing, knocking back his own shot and leaning back onto the couch. He knew the alcohol would start to damped all his emotions, making the anger and other unnamed feelings more bearable.

Martin had one hand around you, whispering into your ear about nothing in particular, just pleasantries: how good you looked in your jeans, how you pretty you were under the club lights, how nice it was to see you again. The sweet words and the alcohol in your bloodstream made everything slightly hazy and rose tinted. But you weren't relaxed. On the contrary, the panic started to set in at the fact that you were not completely with it in a place full of strangers. This was only made worse by the fact that Martin had poured you another shot, holding it up once again. This time he wasn't even asking, just pushing the glass to your lips waiting for you to oblige.

"Hermano, stop pushing drinks on her." You heard from your other side. Gavi had now pushed himself up from the couch, standing above you almost threateningly. Martin looked up at him and scoffed.

"Listen poquito Pablo. When the adults are speaking, learn to shut up." He looked back down at you, shot glass still raised for you to drink from. His eyes were now angrier and more expectant - like the only way to prove to Pablo that the two of you were happy together was to take the shot. You tried to grab the glass from his hand, but he tutted and moved his hand away: he wanted to feed it to you.

"I might go get something else. I'm not a huge fan of tequila."

"No one is a fan of tequila, bonita. We're just trying to have a good time."

Gavi closed the gap between him and Martin at this point, causing everyone in the group to stand. Pedri disconnected his eyes from the bottle service girl and grabbed Gavi's shoulder, hoping to hold back his outburst. Martin stood, lifting you off the couch with him. He put one arm around your waist, pulling you in close. He then looked Pablo dead in the eyes and took the shot himself.

"Watch the way you speak to your superiors, Cabron. Come on bonita, lets get you a more suitable drink."

He shoved past Gavi with you in tow, walking through past the VIP security and towards the general bar. You looked back over your shoulder at Gavi, who was obviously fuming. Pedri went to stand in front of him, blocking his path in case he decided to retaliate.

"Did you hear what he said to me? I should-"

"You should sit down and not make a scene." Pedri said, looking Gavi in the eye. "Martin wont be coming out with us again, but if you get kicked out of the club, you'll be in deep shit. And you'll worry y/n."

"Why would I care-"

"You just do. Don't make her more anxious than she already is. Sit. Relax. Have one more shot if you want - one, Gavi. Control yourself."

Pedri took his seat again, and the bottle girl came back for them to continue whatever pseudo-flirting they were engaged in.

At the bar, you weren't doing too hot. You thought Martin just wanted to get you away from an uncomfortable encounter, but he seemed intent on getting you to drink. His arm was still tight around your waist as he ordered two Long Islands from the bartender (for all my dear readers that don't drink, that is a mix of rum, tequila, triple sec, gin, and vodka with a splash of cola. Probably the most alcohol you can get in one cocktail). Your stomach dropped further. You didn't usually drink. You hated the feeling of being drunk, and hated more the feeling of not being in control of yourself. But Martin was looking at you like you were the stars that filled the sky as he handed you the glass, clinking his against it, and you couldn't say no. You wanted to keep him happy.

So you sipped, slowly and nervously, as he stood behind you, arms around your waist and swaying to the beat of the music. Ferran had also approached the bar, making conversation with Martin as you tried not to let your distress become visible on your face. The song changed to something more base-y and seductive, and the grip around your waist tightened.

"Come on, bonita. I want to see how you move for me."

You were grateful to be parted from your drink as you were pulled onto the dancefloor, bodies trapping you against your date. You swayed your hips to the beat, allowing yourself to be taken by the feeling of the music. Marin turned you to face him, resting his arms around your lower back, and resting his forehead against yours. It felt good: being able to look at him rather than the other club goers. You felt the occasional brush against your ass (you assumed from Ferran), but worked on steadying yourself. The alcohol was now hitting your system, causing you to become less stable on your feet. Maybe you couldn't handle liquor as well as you thought.

Gavi was back in the booth preparing to take a 4th shot, despite clear instructions from Pedri to stop at 2. The bouncer had said his ID was fake despite letting him in the previous week. The bottle girls, who were blushing and flirting with the other team members, talked to Gavi like he was ordering from the kids menu. And now, his final straw - Martin. "Cabron" didn't bother him. It was a common phrase on the field, usually an indication he was doing well. But it was "poquito" and all the other references to being a child that got under his skin. Children didn't drink - adults did. That's what Gavi was doing, finishing his fourth with no chaser. The alcohol was calming him, making him less likely to punch someone in the face.

He had undone the first button of his shirt and sat on the sofa with his legs spread. He was about to tell the bouncer to let a pretty young thing into the VIP to keep him entertained, when he saw you struggling to walk on the outer edges of the crowd. He should have stayed seated. You were here with your... what was Martin? A date? A boyfriend? Whatever he was, he was meant to be looking after you, not Gavi. Gavi was supposed to be having fun, taking shots and dancing with girls. But he wasn't. He was pushing himself off the couch to go and see why you were walking around shaky and alone.

"Where are you going?" He asked, grabbing onto your shoulders.

"I'm trying to find the bathroom. I feel shaky and nauseous."

"Where is Martin? He didn't offer to take you home?"

"With Ferran. He said to come find him when I feel better. It's fine, he doesn't have to leave because of me." You stumbled forward with that last sentence, being stabilized by Pablo (who, while drunk, was doing better than you). He walked you into the bathroom of the club, helping you lean over the sink and splash some water over your face. He delicately gathered your hair in one hand, keeping it away from the faucet. He looked at the top of your back, shoulder blades peaking out the top. Without thinking he brought his other hand to rest there, rubbing gentle circles into your back as you tried to calm your nausea and anxiety.

"I'm sorry that Martin swore at you." You said, meeting Gavi's eyes through the mirror.

"Don't apologize for him. He's an ass for trying to make you drink. He's an ass for letting you walk around while drunk."

You got up from the sink, turning to face Gavi. His hand slid from your back now to grip your arm. He looked you straight in the eye, despite his vision being foggy at the edges from the shots.

"Don't say that about him, Gavi. Be respectful."

"Why?" The question came out as a yell, startling you slightly.

"Why do i need to respect him when he's cursing me out and treating you like shit? Because I'm younger than him?"

"No one said anything about your age Gavi."

"Why do you keep making excuses for him?"

It was the question you were scared of. The question that lingered in the back of your own mind even before leaving Gavi's lips. Martin was pushing you far outside of your comfort zone, in a way that you hadn't allowed anyone to before.

"He likes me, Gavi. He wants to see where things go. I think I want that too. I've been living my life one way until this point, but obviously it's not working. I have trouble getting close to people," your eyes were welling with tears, "and even when I do get close to them, I can never keep them in my life. No one wants to be around me. So if Martin does, I have to try, don't I?"

Gavi felt a pang in his chest, right where his heart was. It broke him to see you like this - shaking and in tears in a club bathroom, while the man you were trying to impress was probably grinding on other girls. Gavi told himself it had nothing to do with you specifically, just fairness. You were objectively a good person, and you deserved to be treated well by everyone around you. He tugged your shoulder, bringing you in for a tight embrace. You tucked your head into his shoulder, allowing your tears to fall more freely now that he couldn't see you. Something in you began to calm. It was like Gavi had flipped a switch. Your shaking gradually decreased, and you no longer felt like throwing up your internal organs.

"It's because you're a good person."

"What?" Gavi replied, unable to decipher your mumblings while you spoke into his shoulder. You separated from him and looked him in the eyes.

"I don't want you to say things like that about Martin because you're a good person. It just... feels wrong to watch you be a typical rude and angry man. It doesn't fit you."

Gavi let out a breathy laugh, moving away from you and towards the door.

"A lot of people would disagree with you. Being angry is my defining quality."

"On the field maybe. But don't bring that into your real life. I like you how you are."

There was that feeling again. Gavi could try and blame the alcohol, but this was different. It was like there was a match lit right under his skin, burning him from the inside, making it hard for him to breathe - hard to not touch you. Maybe he need help. Or to stop drinking.

"You know I could never be angry with you doctora."

___

You woke up the following morning on the couch of your apartment. You were still in your clothes and makeup from the night before. Your phone was dead and on the coffee table in front of you. You started to recall the night before in bits and pieces, with your interaction with Gavi being the most vivid. You set your phone to charge, going to wipe off the makeup from last night. You wracked your brain trying to remember how you got home. A part of you hoped it was Gavi that brought you there. For safety reasons (nothing else ofc). No one would come near you while walking with Gavi.

As your phone came back on, you heard the *ding* of about 80 messages. You finished washing your face and headed over to check.

[Martin Zubimmendi]: Sad that you didn't invite me in last night. Hope to see you again soon Bonita xx

[Gavi]: Text me when you get up so I know you're alive.

[Gavi]: Are you coming in today?

[Dr. Gonzalez]: Please call me immediately about missing this morning's shift.

It was only after reading that last one that you looked at the time. 10:41am. You had missed all of the morning activities at the camp.

"Good morning Dr. Gonzalez! You wanted me to call?"

"The morning is almost over, miss. I was informed by Pablo this morning that you were at an appointment and not to expect you until noon. Please note it is not appropriate to have the players relay messages for you. In the future, please communicate with me directly about any hours you will miss."

You unclenched your jaw, relived over the fact that you still had a job.

"Yes sir. I apologize. I'll speak with you directly next time. See you at noon."

You ran to get changed, and as you waited for your coffee to brew, you texted your savior.

[You]: you're actually the best friend on the planet. Thank you for covering for me.

[Gavi]: 1. I know I'm the best and 2. You owe me

[You]: anything you want

[Gavi]: famous last words doctora

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A/N: I'm hoping the length will keep y'all at bay for a few days. I have been feeling kinda crappy about myself for the last few days, which is why I have missed some of the prompt challenge. Reading messages and comments from y'all has made me feel better, so thanks <3 I am going to make the parts longer from now on to avoid the story being like 25 parts. Please feel free to leave any feedback/ comments. I love hearing from y'all (bonus points if you also say y'all).

Songs I listened to while writing this: Often (the Weeknd), Starboy (the Weeknd), Baby (madison beer), Primadonna (marina & the diamonds), CALL ME BACK (Chase Atlantic), Test me (Melanie Martinez), The Eve (EXO), Sneakers (Knox), Okay (Chase Atlantic), 18 (Anarbor), FOOLS (troye sivan), The A Team (Ed Sheeran), Disasterology (PTV), You're on your own kid (Taylor Swift), Ya'burnee (Halsey), Emergency contact (PTV), A match into water (PTV), Josslyn (olivia o'brien), Anti-hero (Taylor Swift), English love affair (5sos), needy (ariana grande), if you can't hang (Sleeping with Sirens), Talk me down (troye sivan), Young God (Halsey), mockingbird (eminem), would've could've should've (taylor swift), Can I (kehlani), Mary on a cross (Ghost), Happier (ed sheeran), Roman Holiday (Halsey), Dangerous woman (ariana grande), Devil in me (Halsey), lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off (P!ATD), funeral (pheobe bridgers).

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[watchmegetobsessed]

HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU

A/N: i was summoned by @ava1107 and here i am with a third halloween fic, ofc this time DEVOTED to harryween (hehe, see what i did there?)

WORD COUNT: 1k

SUMMARY: You're hopelessly devoted to Harry's Danny costume.

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“This feels like those first look things at weddings,” you chuckle to yourself as you’re escorted to the green room, already dressed in your Harryween costume that turned out pretty good in your opinion.

Miss Congeniality was a movie that shaped you as a person growing up and you always wanted to go through a makeover like Sandra Bullock did in the story, so you just had to dress up as her. You have her long pink dress on with a high slit on your left leg that’s showing off the gun holster on your thigh, you’re rocking your black Doc Martens boots on your feet, a tiara on top of your head and you had a sash made that says Harryween that’s now crossing your body. You nailed the costume for sure.

Now you just want to see what Harry’s dressed as.

The two of you kept your costumes a secret all along and wanted to do a reveal to each other when you’re dressed already. Harryween is about an hour away from starting and you’re both dressed so it’s time for the first look.

“You guys might end up marrying at the end of the night, who knows,” Mitch chuckles under his breath. He’s not dressed yet, so he is not giving away what the group is wearing for the night. “Okay, stand here and close your eyes. We’ll bring him in.”

Nodding you close your eyes and wait for Harry to show up. You’ve been guessing in your head all week what he is gonna be, but you couldn’t tell for sure what he chose at last.

Humming to yourself you sway from left to right, blindly fixing your sash so it’s perfectly showing the writing on it. Then you hear them approaching, Harry’s voice hitting your ear before anything.

“… I swear if you make me trip!” he chuckles and Mitch just tells him to suck it up as he walks him into the room, probably blindly.

“There you are!” you smile, eyes still closed.

“Ah, it’s you! So Mitch didn’t walk me out in front of the fans to pull my pants down!” Harry jokes.

Mitch gently taps your shoulder and turns you to face Harry and when you both are settled, he steps back.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

You take a deep breath and do it.

And then your jaw drops onto the floor.

“Oh my God!” you gasp, taking him in, dressed as Danny Zuko. The hair, the clothes and the… eyeliner! He is wearing eyeliner!

You can’t stop yourself from stepping closer and touching him. You run your hands up his arms to his shoulders, taking in every tiny detail on him.

“Oh my God indeed!” he breathes out as he stares back at you in awe, his hands finding your waist. “This dress… you look amazing, babe.”

“Not as amazing as you. Look at your hair!” you point out and touch it gently so you don’t mess it up.

“Should I wear it every day?” he smirks cheekily.

“Can I pull it?” you murmur back.

“Alright, this is my clue to leave,” Mitch snaps and turning around he marches out of the room, leaving you alone as the two of you just laugh.

“So, you like it?” Harry asks and taking a step back he gives you a twirl so you can see the back too. Pulling the jacket off he shows you that Harryween is written on his shirt too.

“I love it, you look… God, I really want to have my way with you right now,” you groan in frustration.

“You like it that much?” he smirks as he pulls you back into his embrace.

“Absolutely. I can’t pinpoint what it is, but… I wish you didn’t have a show today so I could have you all to myself,” you sigh, linking your arms behind his neck.

“I know what it is about you,” he grins, peeking down at you. “This slit is very teasing.” To emphasize his words, he moves a hand to your thigh and runs it up until it’s under your dress, teasingly stroking the hem of your underwear.

“Okay, stop right there, because I’m moments away from tearing your clothes off,” you warn him, stealing a quick kiss before putting some space between the two of you.

You keep finding yourself staring at him before the show, he embodies Danny so well and sometimes you really need to clench your thighs at the sight of him. Then the show starts and the fans go absolutely crazy for him, but it’s no shock and you completely understand them. He lights the whole stage on fire, often imitating Danny’s iconic motions and you’re melting with the thousands of fans too.

You party through the concert as if it’s not your millionth time seeing him perform, but it’s special every time.

Then he spots the daddy sign and your mouth hangs open when he responds to it.

“He is insane,” you mumble under your breath as the screaming just keeps increasing.

He sings Love Of My Life, which always touches you and then it turns into Hopelessly Devoted To you. Something you felt coming, but it still hits you like a train.

Everyone loses it, including you. You sing along with him and the crowd that's just as obsessed with him as you are, only that you're the one he'll come home with at the end of the night. Your heart is beating wildly when he sings the high part and every time his eyes find you, spotting you with ease in the crowd, your knees go weak, proving that you’re still so desperately in love with this man. Or should you say... hopelessly devoted to him.

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[starsfic]

Prompt (if taking them] Lady Iron Fan decides to show that she reciprocated Demon Bull King's interest by courtnapping him. The Brotherhood (especially Azure Luon) thinks its a normal kidnapping/act of war.

"You know, my brothers will think this is an act of war."

"Oh, really?" The beautiful woman hummed, setting down the jug and passing over the goblet of wine. DBK was almost charmed, except for the fact that he was still tied to his chair and couldn't pick it up.

No, actually, he was charmed. He had always imagined that he would be the one doing this, excluding the tying to a chair. That was just rude.

"Do you think this is an act of war?" Princess Iron Fan said, drawing his attention back. It wasn't hard, considering the fact that she was a gorgeous woman, even more beautiful when she was committing acts of violence.

"I mean, you do have the wrong atmosphere for such a thing." The room was set up with red and lavender furniture and soft candles. A delicious feast had been laid out, and the pink dress she wore was long and flowing, not meant for battle. "But you could be trying to lower my guard with that eyesore of a dress."

Her smile disappeared. "What's wrong with my dress."

Oh no. "I mean, nothing's wrong! I just think you would look good in purple- no, no. That would be wrong. That would dull your eyes." DBK leaned his face up, away from her furrowed brows and the droop of her lips, to think. "My friend, the Six-Eared Macaque, once gave this long lecture about costume design. The color of the fabric is important when accenting features...uh..." To be fair, DBK had kinda tuned out in the middle and most of that lecture had been aimed at Peng, who had ruined a very nice bolt of fabric Wukong had gotten Macaque as a gift. "Your eyes are a wonderful shade of amber and you have gorgeous dark curls..."

"Really?" The anger had faded from her voice now. "What do you think of them?"

"I mean, gold would accent your everything very nicely since it would match your eyes." DBK tried to think of what color would match her best, but now he was thinking of her just in gold jewelry, which was a very nice thought but very distracting. "But your hair is enough of a draw of its own. It would just need a statement piece. Anything else would drown out your beauty in gaudiness- oh! Red! That is what you would look best in-"

A soft laugh broke through his thoughts. DBK looked down to see the princess cover her mouth, but not enough to hide a beautiful smile. When her giggles came to an end, she looked up. "You are very charming, your Majesty. Are you like this to every girl you meet?"

"No. I mean, I've only ever been like that with Wukong, and he was less charmed."

Iron Fan shrugged. "I can't blame you for trying. He's very pretty."

"So are you."

She leaned against the table and smiled at him. "So are you. By the way, your brothers are trying to break down the door."

DBK blinked. Oh yeah. "Should I go talk to them so we can have dinner in peace?"

"No," Iron Fan's magic hummed, and then she had her distinct fan in hand. "It will give me a chance to change. I have a very lovely red dress in my trunk."

He couldn't wait.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

hey emmy, i hope you’re having the best day!

maybe a blurb about modern!eddie being forced to go to a taylor swift concert with reader, even though it doesn’t fit his super cool, edgy, metal vibe?

love all your work, smooches

You knew that the majority of the crowd was made up of girls. Screaming girls, actually. Dressed in glitter and sequins, red lipstick and hidden wine bottles in their platform boots. But Eddie seemed enraptured by it all, sticking out like a pretty sore thumb in the chaos of it, all shades of black in a sea of colour. 

He held your hand with a renewed tightness, clinging to you tightly as you manoeuvred you both into a position where you could see the stage, but you weren’t crushed between eager fans. The arena was already filling up, the overhead music barely noticeable under the din of a thousand conversations. The girl next to you was already crying, mascara streaked, tiny gold stars leaking down her cheeks. Eddie was staring. 

“Hey, stop,” you told him, nudging at his ribs with your elbow. “You’re being rude.”

“I’m concerned,” he said in response, leaning down to talk into your ear, his lips just touching the shell of it, his hand curled over your hip bone. “I knew this would be mental, but this— this is unreal.”

You sympathised, taking in his wide eyes and parted lips as he surveyed the crowd, groups of friends making tiktoks on the outskirts, people screaming at the sound guys on stage, asking the man who was fixing a lighting rig where Taylor was. 

“Thank you,” you said for the eighteenth time that day, “for coming with me, you didn’t have to.” You smiled, warm and fond. “I appreciate it, Eddie.”

Nancy had been struck down with a sickness bug only hours before you were due to meet her in town, both of you planning to grab some food before jumping on the subway to the arena. She’d apologised profusely between throwing up, her texts littered with rare spelling errors as her hands shook with the fever that had come on so quickly. 

Robin was adamant about looking after Nancy, Jonathan was out of town with Argyle, Steve laughed and said absolutely not and Max was on holiday with El and Hopper, some camping trip in the middle of god knows where. You didn’t ask the boys, you didn’t want to waste your breath. And then Eddie texted you, with a screenshot from Robin telling him his friend needed a date along with the words: “what time will I pick you up? :)”

The boy shrugged, smiling right back. “Couldn’t have you all alone.”

You made a face, because although you wouldn’t have loved standing on your own for a concert you’d paid far too much money for… you knew this wasn’t Eddie’s kinda scene. You told him as such and he grinned, nose scrunching as he avoided the eye contact of a girl who was taking way too much interest in him 

“S’fine,” he said, “I know some songs, I can scream along.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised your brows, amused. 

Eddie scoffed, shuffling closer as more people filled up the floor space, edging towards the stage. “You kiddin’? A little Lover? Anti-hero? I’m down with the kids.”

A crowd of newcomers surged past you as you laughed and you winced as your shoulder got knocked by someone’s bag, no doubt crammed with glass bottles of the alcohol they weren’t supposed to have. Eddie tutted, taking you gently by your wrist until he coaxed you to stand in front of him, your back to his chest. You felt a little more safe there, his solid warmth a protective wall behind you. His hands ghosted over the dip in your waist before they dropped again, like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. 

You looked up, head on his chest and you grinned your appreciation. 

The boy looked like he was blushing, cheeks a little pink and lips twisted to his the smile that was threatening to break out. Despite the leather jacket, the ripped denim and all the chains, Eddie Munson still looked like the softest boy there. 

“Can you see okay?” He asked, bending down to you again so you could hear. He smelled like the aftershave he always wore, like smoke and spice. “You good?”

You nodded, pleased at his closeness, all the attention he was giving you and god, this was starting to feel a little more like a date, despite the other few thousand people around you both. “Yeah, I’m all good.”

Eddie nodded, “good. Maybe to make up for it, you can come with me to see one of my favourite bands.” His smile was teasing, but his words and his eyes seemed hesitant, like he was asking a question he wasn’t sure of the answer to. 

You turned, still close to the boy, toe to toe and you tilted your chin up to beam at him. “Yeah?” You asked, pleased at the idea of another outing with just Eddie. Most of the time, you saw him with the rest of the group, too busy catching up with Robin and letting Will show you his new art pieces to talk to the person you wanted to most. “I can do that.”

Eddie blinked, surprised but grinning all the same. “Yeah?” He asked back. “Rammstein is playing in Chicago next month.”

You squinted at him, familiar with the name. “Is that the German guys who sound kinda demonic?”

The boy looked proud. “That’s the one, sweetheart.” He half expected to you to firmly, but politely, turn him down. German heavy metal was most definitely not your kind of music. But then again, Taylor Swift wasn’t really his either, and here he was. 

“Will you take me to dinner first?” You said instead and Eddie’s heart stuttered. 

Warmth bloomed in his chest, a heat that crept up across his neck and cheeks and he swallowed, nervous. “Dinner? Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

He could most definitely do that. 

“Great,” you beamed again, eyes bright and a flush to your cheeks that made him think you were as happy as he was at this outcome. “It’s a date.”

Eddie didn’t have time to reply to that, ‘cause the crowd started screaming and Taylor Swift came out on stage, the opening chords of Love Story ringing through the arena. You turned, clapping along with the rest of the girls around you, your body firmly pressed to Eddie’s and by the third song, his arms were around your shoulders, his hands tangled between yours as he tried his best to sing along to the songs he knew through the grin that wouldn’t leave his lips.  

...

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . HANMA SHUJI ; — you basically emptied your bank account to finally see your favourite band BONTEN in concert, although the bassist wants to make sure you have a night to remember.

warnings: f!reader, bassist!shuji, band!au, other members mentioned, exhibitionism, some choking, biting, backstage scenes, this was written with pure hormones so it’s v messy + wild. note: i am back and as crazy as ever <3 i’ve had this in my drafts 4 months plz forgive me !

fuck, you’d waited too long for this moment — to finally see them, be in their presence and be able to admire your favourite band up close, this close. but nothing could’ve prepared you for how pretty BONTEN actually were, all those interviews and fan videos barely did them justice with the true beauty they exuded on stage, in their domain.

you’d basically scraped the bottom of your savings for this ticket and you didn’t regret it one bit, you’re so close you can see the glisten of sweat along the lead singer mikey’s chest beneath his low cut shirt. rindou mans the drums while his brother ran takes the keyboard, violet rays and handsomely, teasing smirks everytime they clock a particularly pretty thing losing their mind in the crowd.

lead guitar is a particularly unpredictable one, pastel pink mullet in contrast to the rest of sanzu’s sharp features but it suits him you think, frames his bright eyes despite the dark grin that accompanies his scarred cheeks — he was pretty, proven by his even more crazed fan base — he liked it though. although as pretty as the rest of the group are, they’re not why you’re here though, he is.

hanma shuji, bonten’s bassist and fuck— is he a force to be reckoned with, black kanji across his skin and you don’t think sin and punishment have ever looked as good as they do when they’re paired with his smirk and black and blonde hair. there’s temptation in his amber gaze and you swear you feel electricity lick at the base of your spine when you meet it in the crowd, watching the way his grin tugs even wider as his long fingers toy with the strings.

its those same fingers that are working you open now as he presses you against one of the speakers in the back, you’d heard rumours about how bonten in particular liked to fuck with their groupies, maybe that’s why you’d opted for a particularly short skirt for their gig — but fuck, were you feeling lucky when you’d been invited back stage to ‘meet the band.’

you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline from the set or the particular expertise of hanma’s fingers pressing into you that already has you so wet, every loud squelch from your pussy seems to echo even louder than the last as you shake and every whimpery, sweet little whine only makes the bassist over you hum out a laugh as he nibbles on the shell of your ear.

“oh you’re a big fan, ain’t ya, babydoll? should put this pretty face centre stage, the crowd would love you.. yeah?” his voice is a honeyed, low drawl and you swear it only makes you feel even better when it’s accompanied by his lips smearing along your skin.

you can feel the still damp graze of hanma’s hair along your neck, still wet with sweat from the set as he accompanies the next particularly deep kiss of his fingers with a searing bite of his teeth along your pulse point.

you could cry with how insane he feels already, embarrassingly so as you grab and scratch at his shoulders — trying so hard to swallow down the pretty little moans that he’s pulling from you so easily. he had a reputation for being an adrenaline junkie, seeking out thrills — but you didn’t think that also included him fucking a fan behind some flimsy curtain when he has a perfectly secluded dressing room.

your head drops back as you feel hanma’s free hand curl around the base of your throat, squeezing lightly before he’s pulling back to let his dark, lidded gaze sweep over your already fucked out features.

“don’t fuckin’ hold back on me, fuck sake— you’re already this wet, don’t make me pull those pretty sounds out of you.” he grits despite the way the corners of his lips curl into something dark, taunting when he pulls his fingers out of you with a click of his tongue.

“im all tired from my set, babydoll. you gonna help me out?” hanma goads, teases as he lets his eyes drop to his belt and the particularly noticeable bulge in his pants — chuckling when just the loss of his touch pulls a sweet little whine from your pouty lips.

you know what he wants, and you’re so eager to give it to him — to reach forward and let your fingers work eagerly with the buckle of his belt until you’re able to peel back the layers. a quiet little gasp falling from you when the weight of his heavy cock finally presses bare against your thigh.

you’re basically fucking begging him to just hurry up and fuck you already when you send him a doe-eyed look, thighs twitching when he rubs a few sticky circles into your clit before hes pushing himself closer to you with a growl. your ears feel like they’re ringing with want as it drowns out the footsteps of the staff and leftover fans that still shuffle around on the floor, begging to get a peak at the members backstage and you feel like a fucking vip with the view you have right now.

hanma’s slender fingers in sin wrap around the base before he’s letting his head roll back with a few rough strokes of his palm, pinning your hips against the rough surface below you as he leans over your figure to rub his cock along your slick folds.

you’re fucking soaked, feeling the first silky grind of his cock split through the petals of your cunt before it’s catching on your clit, making you both gasp and moan at the wet tacky sound that follows before it’s drowned out by a swooning, loud cheer from the leftover crowd outside. you jump slightly as it rings, but relax when it’s followed by a particularly smooth voice, most likely belonging to one of the haitani’s as they entertain the leftovers, basking in the way they’re basically begging to be dragged backstage — to be in your position.

you feel hanma’s palm press hard against your throat when your legs curl around his waist, bringing your attention back to him as you pull him close. he pushes you so deep against the speaker your back arches as he finally splits through your folds and sinks into you with a shameless, low groan — chuckling at the way you’re already twitching around him, taking him so well he’s already considering dragging your sweet little pussy around the country with him.

“wanna show ‘em all how well you take me? you’d break their fragile lil hearts, such a selfish lil thing.”

© 2023 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[stargirlsturniololover]

linger

request: yes by a nonnie

warnings: drug mention, alcohol mention, smoking mention, LONELINESS MENTION BAAAHAHAHA

summary: you meet farleigh at a valentines party

also: shy/coquette/awkward reader?

also also: cocky far 💪

also^3: i’ve never written a meet cute, i always write established relationships so please lmk how this is and what i can improve

also^4: i was a cranberries/linger fan BEFORE tiktok got ahold of them/the song so don’t even @ me

fit check:

farleigh (don’t tell me he wouldn’t wear this)

reader

farleigh start x coquette!reader

the loud music rang through the large estate as you fought your way through a crowd of people and up the stairs.

you didn’t beg to come to this valentine’s party, venetia begged you to come.

she said “it’d be good for you” and “maybe you’ll meet someone.”

yeah ok…. 19 lonely valentine’s days and V is just now asking you to this party.

in her defense, she had asked you to the 5 prior parties to this one but you always said no, but for some reason when she begged you to come yesterday, you said yes.

so now here you stood in your favorite pink silk dress, surrounded by a bunch of sweaty, hormonal, drunk (and high) young adults.

in that moment you realized why you never went to the catton’s parties.

you hated the atmosphere, and you didn’t drink or smoke so there was really nothing in it for you.

after you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, you stumbled out onto the balcony of the Saltburn estate.

the balcony was quiet as it looked out to the lawn of a few stragglers coming to and leaving the party.

you looked to your left and spotted a very, very tall figure.

“come to smoke?” the figure asked, sticking his already lit cigarette at you.

“oh no, no thanks i- i don’t smoke.” you babble, trying to look at the figure in the shadow.

the tall man walks into the dim light so you catch a glimpse of his face.

he’s tall and his skin is a caramel color.

his hair is dark and curly, with a red beret sat on the right side of his head.

his face is highlighted by a golden glitter and his body is hugged in all the right places by a white sheer turtleneck, while his long legs are in a pair of bright red pants.

“i’m farleigh, farleigh start.” he says, sticking his hand out to grab yours.

“y/n…. i’m friends with venetia.” you mumble, as farleigh softly kisses your hand.

“pleased to meet you lovely…. i’ve never seen you around before,” he says, gently dropping your hand and taking a drag from his cigarette.

“yeah me and V usually hang out at my place, her preference not mine.” you say, looking down at your pink flats.

“well i think that should change yeah?” he states, you peek up at him through your hair.

he reaches his large hand down to sweep the hair from out of your face as your own face turns a deep pink.

“so how long have you known my cousin?” he asks, trying to make conversation with you.

“well we’ve known each other since sophomore year wait….cousin….?”

oh god. this is THE farleigh start! the cousin!

“you didn’t know her cousin looked like this huh?” he flirts, wiggling his eyebrows which gains a giggle from you.

“well no i didn’t… we may have to come and hang out here more often…. only if you’ll be here of course.” you flirt back, tucking your hair behind your ear.

he gives you a timid smile, “i’ll make sure that i’m here whenever you come over pretty girl.”

you smile at his nickname, but right after you hear your name being called from the hallway outside the balcony door.

“Y/nnnn” venetia hollars, banging out the door and onto the balcony.

“y/n it’s almost your curfew we gotta get you home!” she slurs, clearly drunk out of her mind.

“umm v….” you start, before farleigh cuts in.

“you’re in no state to drive this here princess home venetia, you stay here… i’ll drive y/n home.” he assures her, as venetia loses her balance and falls into your arms.

you smile up at farleigh as he easily scoops up his cousin and brings her to the couch in the hallway.

“alright cos, i’ll be back in 30.” he says to a blacked out venetia.

the two of you walk downstairs in silence and hop into farleigh’s car.

you tell him your address and he starts driving in silence.

the radio quietly plays as the two of you make small talk.

you tell him of your 19 hopelessly lonely valentine’s days.

“you’re kidding right, you’re the most gorgeous woman to ever walk the earth and you’re NEVER had a valentine?!” he questions, baffled by the fact that every man who ever saw you wasn’t instantly in love.

15 minutes later, farleigh pulls into your driveway and hops out of the drivers side, coming around to your door and helping you out.

“for you m’lady.” he jokes, bowing down as you get out of the car.

“my prince.” you hum, as farleigh walks you to the front door.

the door to his car is still open as linger by the cranberries plays, the music carrying you two to the door.

“i had a great time tonight farleigh… will i be seeing you again?” you ask innocently, placing your hands behind your back as farleigh leans on the door.

“of course you will pretty girl, cause tomorrow ‘m taking you on a proper date.” he smirks, as your cheeks turn pink once again.

“alright far, ‘ll be here,” you hum, as farleigh leans in to place a small kiss on your cheek.

he smiles at you as he walks off your porch and to his car.

you wave as he drives off, thinking about the wonderful day the two of you would have tomorrow.

[kittyhui]

woozi as all the love languages

word count: 769 (cute little imagine)

a/n: for ppl reading my smau im sorry for not updating, my writers block is so bad rn😭😭

words of affirmation

- he LOVES praise.

- whenever you come to the studio and listen to something he’s working on, he waits for your lovely words saying that he’s doing so well and that the song sounds amazing

- his ears would blush a pretty pink and he’d cover his face in embarrassment

- talk pretty to him.. he’ll have a heart attack. he just wants to know he’s doing good💔

- but on the other end, he has a hard time praising his SO.

- he doesn’t like to say ‘i love you’. he thinks that after a while it loses its meaning and wont feel as special

- tbh he probably wouldn’t even say those words until like 9 months to a year into the relationship (hes the type to not even say it until his wedding day😭)

- almost any attempt of giving praise comes with stuttering and blushing

acts of service

- because hes so busy, he would really appreciate receiving acts of services

- if you live together, he loves when you tie his tie if he has to dress up in the morning

- in return he’ll make you breakfast and coffee just the way you like it before he heads to the studio

- if you work out with him, he’ll love if you could spot him and vice verse.

- he doesn’t want people to know, buts he’s a princess. giving him massages when he gets home or giving him a full skincare routine and running a bath, he just would feel so loved, especially after a long day of practice

gift giving

- he has a lot of money, he wont deny it, but he won’t spend his money all willy-nilly

- he loves to spoil you but he only does it every now and then

- he’ll STALK all your socials to see what you want if you didn’t already flat out tell him.

- if he knows he wont be home for a while or cant spend time with you (tour, comeback, etc) he’ll slip a few gifts onto your bed, wrapped nice and pretty. he loves when you send him photos or video call him, showing how much you love whatever you got. he cant stop the smile on his face anytime he sees your happiness

- on the other end, jihoon doesn’t like receiving gifts

- he doesn’t want you to waste your money on him and really he’ll only ask for something for his birthday and it will never be something outrageous. if you do a form of art, he’d LOVE to receive something you painted or drew or wrote. if you made music as well, he’d probably cry if you wrote a song for him

quality time

- he’s busy like all the time, but best believe he’ll message you, call you, and try to visit you as much as he can.

- when he’s home or visiting you, you rarely go out

- woozi, the homebody he is, loves movie nights and cooking dinner together.

- watching a movie on your couch while eating a home cooked meal on his rest day is the most domestic thing in jihoon’s mind, it makes his heart flutter everytime.

- even if he doesn’t want to do something, just spending time with his SO without talking is something that he loves

- doing his own thing at the same time as you in comfortable silence is very calming to him and it happens a lot when hes working in the studio and you come to visit

- if the two of you wanted to leave the house to do something together, gym dates, Michelin restaurants and picnics are things he would love to do.

physical touch

- contrary to what most people would think he actually loves physical affection.

- ESPECIALLY when sleeping.

- have yall seen the LieV sleepover stream? woozi is like that with his SO.

- he’s big spoon all the way. he will wrap his legs around you a snuggle his head into your neck when its cold out.

- he’s not a big fan of pda tho. even with the members, he gets bright red even from just a simple peck on the cheek

- the most he would initiate/let you initiate in public is pinky locking when walking and short shoulder touches in passing.

- but as i said before, once he gets home ALONE, he’s all on you.

- hes still shy tho, most of the time you will initiate it.

- he’ll pull you into kisses every now and then, keeping you close to him for hours

- its hard for him to say ‘i love you’ so this is the best way in his opinion

- favorite type of physical affection: cuddling

[evanspresso]

bashful

He waits in his car, patiently waiting for her to leave the apartment so that they can make the long drive to St. Louis to celebrate his brothers birthday.

Y/n and Evan decided to make a whole long weekend out of it, a road trip was decided so they could sight see and stop at cute places that y/n had found on Instagram.

Evan knew that the fifteen hour drive would turn into, probably a whole ordeal, but he didn't mind. They could stop at a hotel.

Spending time with y/n would make up for the cheesy cafe's, the run down rest stops, boy bands she would probably have them listen to for the majority of the ride.

Evan’s eyes lit up as she finally approached the car, her duffle bag over her shoulder as she waved excitedly.

"Theres my girl." he said sliding out of the car and heading towards the trunk for y/n to place her bag.

"I couldn't decide if I wanted to dress cute or comfy." she shrugged making him chuckle, wrapping his arm around her, kissing her temple. "Obviously I went with comfy." she giggled motioning down her body causing him smiled and caress her cheek.

"You look beautiful as always." he said proudly before jogging towards the drivers side causing y/n to playfully roll her eyes and make her way towards the car.

"Nice save."

Evan dramatically scoffed, placing his hand over his chest as y/n climbed into her seat, giving her him a playful smack. "Let’s get this show on the road, pretty boy." she hummed.

Evan’s eyes widened, gripping the steering wheel. He bit his lips together as y/n covered her mouth trying not to giggle at the way he began to fluster.

His cheeks now powdered in pink and his eyes avoided hers, making her grip his thigh causing him to sigh defeatedly.

“Did I just make you blush?" she asked in disbelief.

Evan groaned, his head falling back onto the seat making y/n squeeze his thigh and let out 'awww's' as she watched him blush even deeper.

"Stoooppp!" he whined.

"I totally made you blush! Oh my God!! Babe, why are you so embarrassed?" she laughed as she leaned towards him, her lips fanning his ear causing him to shiver.

"I'm not embarrassed." Evan huffed out, earning a scoff to leave y/n's lips.

She pressed her lips against his cheek and hummed as he closed his eyes.

He inhaled deeply, biting the window of his cheek while he tightened her grip into his thigh and move it towards his knee.

He drowned in the enjoyment of her against his skin. "I think it's cute. You big softy.”

"Shut up!" He laughed bashfully.

"I can't wait to tell your mom. She loves when I tell her how lovesick you are.” Y/n teased making Evan roll his eyes and lift his hand from the wheel to flip her off.

[verlaines-corner-archive]

I sent this to you on your other blog bc I forgor it was t ur writing blog 💀

What do you think are mori’s top kinks?

I’m interested in what you think

Mori kink hcs

 -> hmmm doctor man

Drugging -> A big fan of aphrodisiacs, whether he’s on the receiving end or not doesn’t really matter to him. Mori likes seeing you needy, without shame, but equally likes being so (more than he already is at least). 

He also likes drugs that put you to sleep, leaving you completely defenceless to him. Don’t worry though, Mori is big on consent and safety, so all drugs you’re given possess no negative/lasting side-effects. 

Knife play/blood play -> This is a big one for him, very much so. Loves the way you shiver under the coldness of the knifes blade, the slight fear lingering in your eyes as he lightly drags it alone your chest and stomach. 

He likes cutting there too, albeit only light cuts. Shallow, but still drawing blood. The sight of it does wonder to him, and despite how unsanitary it is Mori always finds him lapping at the wounds, sucking and licking them to draw whatever blood he can. Always makes sure to patch them up afterwards though, so don’t go worrying about infections or anything.

Pet play -> This one is somewhat light! Mori likes seeing his lover in cat ears/tail certainly, but isn’t a fan of cages or making you meow, and he also has no interest in making you eat out of a pet bowl either. Mori does however, hold a keen liking for collars and leashing. Calls you his “little pet”.

Lingerie -> Mori is a fan of dressing you up and having you look pretty (prettier than you usually do, that is), so lingerie is a no brainer for him. He’s a fan of more girlish sets, nice pinks with lace and frills. Something cuter as opposed to sexier. He also doesn’t mind wearing lingerie either, though he prefers to wear shades of red and purple. 

Submission (giving) -> Mori obviously has a lot of control, so being able to forfeit all of it and not worry about anything - even if it’s only for a night - is like heaven to him. He wants to be bossed around and told what to do, the idea that someone as powerful as himself can be reduced to nothing more than your bitch is intoxicating to him, the reality even more so.