#i wish it was: i come home with the prettiest girl in the world (she is the prettiest because she is my girlfriend) and they're just like

[naturecalls111]

on liking girls

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Cherry Pie. aka - Cherry, Part Three.

There are certain things in life that can’t be denied. You’re starting to think maybe you and Steve are one of them.

pairing - bestfriend!steve harrington x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing.

word count - 2.6k

authors note - part three has arrived!! thanks for your patience, angels. thank you for all your continued enthusiasm and support for this series. I love them and I love you <3 as always, please reblog if you enjoyed!! it’s the only way to circulate my fics <3

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“The prettiest girl in the world just walked in.”

“Your mom?”

“Funny, Harrington. Try again.”

“My Cherry?”

Robin smiles knowingly, nodding her head. Not only did Steve automatically associate you with the phrase prettiest girl in the world, but he called you his. Some days, she wished she could slap him square across the face in hopes of waking him up to what everyone else could see so clearly.

“Hi, you two. Working hard, or hardly working?”

You giggle, and the sound bounces off the metal shelves of the Family Video Store. Steve’s mesmerised, stood unmoving with a beaming grin on his face.

“I’m the first, Steve’s the second.”

The boy kicks his coworker in the shin, laughing when she pinches the bare skin of his arm in retaliation.

“Not true.”

Steve takes you in for a second, stuck still in his place. You’re wearing his favourite sundress, all patterned and pretty in front of him. Your lips are glossy and skin glowy, sneakers on your feet a perfect white. The perfect picture of a summer day.

“What are you doing here?” Robin asks, breaking him out of his haze. He snaps back to reality and throws an arm around your shoulders, kissing your temple sweetly.

“I was nearby anyway, thought I’d come in and see if you were busy. And I had to remind Steve to pick a movie for tonight.”

“We’re not watching a romcom.”

“We’re watching a romcom,” you say at the same time as Steve while Robin laughs.

“I better grab the new stock from the back. See you later,” she says, winking at the boy who still has you pulled tight into his side.

He rests his chin on the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your cherry conditioner and vanilla body wash. If Steve gets to heaven, he’s convinced this is what it’ll smell like.

“I finish here at 6, so I can come and get you, or you can wait for me at my place? Your choice, Cherry Baby.”

“I’ll wait for you. I was thinking I’d make us some dinner anyway, ready for when you get home.”

Home. Steve’s brain short circuits, a vision of a domestic life with a white picket fence flashing across his mind. He cups your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Sounds perfect,” he whispers.

You’re a little confused by all this sudden affection, but the last thing you’ll ever do is complain. If he wants to kiss you until you’re dizzy in the middle of this Family Video Store, then so be it.

“I should leave you to get on with stuff.”

“You could stay all day, if you wanted. We could make you wear the uniform and everything - no one would suspect a thing.”

You laugh, nudging his foot with yours.

“As tempting as that is, I have a little more shopping to do. And I have to get ingredients for later.”

You pick up your bag, swinging it over your shoulder as you look at him.

“See you later, Stevie.”

“See you later, Cherry Pie.”

You’re halfway out the door when he calls your name, head whipping around to face him.

“You’re so pretty. You know that, right?”

You look at your shoes, suddenly bashful at his boldness.

“You too, Stevie. Prettiest boy I know.”

You both go about the rest of your days floating on air, high on the giddy sweetness of it all.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

Steve almost passes out when he unlocks his front door.

There’s candles lit and music playing softly, the kitchen alive with movement. Something smells delicious, and he can hear you humming along to a song he thinks he recognises as you chop and stir. He can picture it perfectly before he even enters the room, but the sight still knocks him off balance when he finally gets a good look at you.

“Honey, I’m home!”

You spin from your place at the stove to grin at him, petticoat trimmed apron tied around your waist to protect your dress.

“Darling! I’ve been waiting all day for you!”

You curtsy in mock greeting, which makes Steve laugh much harder than it should. He strides over and gathers you in his arms, squeezing you a little tighter than necessary.

“Steven, I saw you a few hours ago. You’re acting like you’ve just returned from war.”

“Forgive me for missing you,” he mumbles into your hair.

You sink into his embrace anyway, tangling your fingers into the back of his shirt and inhaling the familiar scent of it.

“Something smells really good.”

“It’s my famous cherry pie,” you grin, pulling back to look up at him. “Made it just for you.”

“You’re an angel,” he exclaims, spinning you around on the tiled floors. “An angel sent just for me.”

You try to ignore the way heat rises across your chest, his compliments warming your skin.

“Let me take it out of the oven, and then we’ll eat. You must be starving.”

He laughs, because you know for a fact he’s always hungry. You know everything about him. It should scare him, spook him, make him nervous. Instead he hums with the excitement of it, body alive with the anticipation of it all.

Steve changes out of his work clothes as you plate up dinner. He comes back downstairs to see you sat at the table waiting for him, all patient and pretty. He wonders momentarily what he’s done so right in life to be rewarded so greatly.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

“So you totally brought me a romcom, right?”

Steve wants to deny it, wants to tell you that actually he stood his ground and stuck to his word. Instead, he says,

“Of course I did.”

And you laugh, all silvery and melodic, because you knew he’d cave. He can’t say no to you, even if he wanted to. You don’t use it to your advantage as often as you should. Steve wishes you did a little more.

“I’ll make popcorn if you get the video set up.”

Snacks made and movie ready, you settle in next to Steve on the couch. The two of you always follow the same routine - you sit separately, a fair distance between you, watching the movie with your hands to yourself. Then, slowly, you migrate towards each other, until you’re pressed together without an inch of space to be found.

The same thing happens tonight.

You end up being spooned by Steve, both of you laying across the couch cushions. Your back is pressed to his front, legs tangled together, his arm keeping you bracketed in to him. He’s hooked his chin over your shoulder to watch the TV, pressing kisses into the skin of your neck absentmindedly every now and again.

The film Steve picked is one you’ve seen before, but you’re not about to tell him that. Instead, your eyes slowly slip closed, the steady rhythm of the boys breathing lulling you into a sleepy haze. He traces patterns over the exposed skin of your stomach with his fingertips, chuckling slightly when you flinch as he brushes a ticklish spot.

Your hips roll back into his as you try to adjust your position, and Steve’s breath hitches in his throat. He inhales deeply, waiting for you to settle back down.

You don’t. You keep wriggling, clearly uncomfortable as you sink further into the couch cushions. Steve tries to help you, strong arm pulling you up and into him. You jut your hips once more, and he can’t help the small groan that leaves his lips.

Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the flashing lights of the TV illuminating the room. The movie is still playing, but you know it’s almost finished. Steve’s arm is tight around your waist, his breathing heavy against your shoulder. You shift your hips to alleviate the pressure on your tangled legs when Steve sucks in a harsh breath, startling you.

He’s warm behind you. So warm. His chest is moving ragged, panting against your bare skin. His fingers grip your thigh tightly for a second, before letting it go and soothing over it.

Oh. Oh.

You’re wide awake, suddenly. Liquid heat spikes its way up your spine, all prickly and electric. You’re not sure what your next move is, but lust is clouding all five of your senses.

“Steve.”

“Cherry.”

“Steve.”

You try to say his name more firmly, but it just comes out as a whine. The sound shoots straight to Steve’s core, his hips bucking into your ass involuntarily.

“You okay?” he mumbles into your ear, grip on your thigh tightening. His fingertips dig into your skin, and you pray you’ll still be able to feel it tomorrow.

“Yeah,” you breathe, but it’s a lie. You’re not okay. You’re on fire, every nerve ending in your body alight with molten heat. You think you might be shaking with it, hoping Steve doesn’t notice.

His hand smooths up from your thigh to just under your breast, resting gently on your ribs. Your heart is fluttering like a hummingbirds wings, frantic and delicate. He can feel it through his fingertips.

“I love you, Cherry Baby.”

You lose your breath momentarily, reminding yourself how to inhale. He always does this, always catches you off guard by telling you he loves you in the moments you expect it the least. It always means more, in times like these. He could have said anything to you just then, but he chose I love you. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry or neither or both.

“I love you too,” you choke out. “So much.”

You grind your hips back into his, grinning when he groans all low and buttery. His hand glides up to cup your chest, squeezing gently as you arch into him.

“What do you want?” he asks slowly. “Tell me what you want, babe. I’ll give you anything. Need to hear you say it. Wanna hear you say the words.”

You let him ramble for a minute, trying to put your thoughts in order. You try as hard as you can, but all you can say is,

“You.”

Steve buries his nose into your hair, pressing a kiss into the space behind your ear gently.

“You’re killing me, baby.”

“Want you so badly, Steve. Please.”

The hand that’s on your chest dances down to your stomach, slipping underneath your sleep shorts. He traces his fingers over your underwear, moaning when he feels them completely soaked through.

“Shit.”

“Stevie.”

He strokes you gently, hips rutting into your back when yours jolt into his hand. Eventually, he pulls your underwear to the side, running his fingers through your wet heat before slipping two inside.

You keen instantly, back arching into him. His lips find home in the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, teeth biting down occasionally to try and stifle his desire. You move your hips in tandem with his rhythm, grinding down to try and find the right spot.

“Yeah, fuck, that’s it. Atta girl. Ride my fingers, sweetheart. Take what you need.”

His voice is like melted honey, all golden and warm. It’s making your bones turn to liquid, sinking further into the hold he still has on you with his other arm. Every inch of you is plastered to every inch of him, not a millimetre of space between you. You’ve never been so connected, both physically and emotionally. It’s like the tectonic plates are shifting, the very foundations of your lives changing right in front of your eyes.

Your chest is heaving, panting like you’ve just ran a marathon. All you can focus on is the white heat building in the pit of your stomach, volcanic and bright. When Steve crooks his fingers, you cry out, tumbling over the edge into a blind freefall with no parachute.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl.”

“You’re so good f’me. Doin’ so well.”

“Ride it out, pretty girl. Fuck.”

“Make a mess, there we go. Just like that.”

You’re not even registering his words, but you know that he’s praising you. He always is. He thinks you’re an angel, sent down from heaven to teach him what love is.

Steve ruts his hips into your back, groaning as he finishes. He can’t even find it in him to be embarrassed. The feeling of you writhing in his hold as you tightened around him was his undoing, whether he wanted it to be or not. He doesn’t mind.

You go boneless, head dropping back into his shoulder. He presses kisses onto your temple, your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can reach. You sigh in contentment, and Steve wishes he could bottle up the sound and take it like a shot of espresso every morning.

“You okay?”

You nod and then giggle, dopamine rushing through your blood. You’re almost lightheaded with it, floating on cloud nine.

“Steve?” you whisper.

“Yeah?”

You turn in his hold to finally face him, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and messy hair. You rest your sweaty forehead against his, panting into his mouth.

“Want it to be you.”

He pulls away slightly to get a good look at your face, eyes a little wide with shock.

“You mean…”

“Yeah. You don’t have to, if you don’t want to, but if you do, I guess I, um… there’s no one I trust more than you.”

“You know you can only lose your virginity once, baby.”

“I know. Which is exactly why it should be you.”

He grins at you, all giddy and love drunk, bumping your nose with his.

“You’re sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

Steve leans in to press his lips to yours, all slow and tender, kissing you as if you have all the time in the world.

Perhaps you do.

“Not tonight, obviously,” you murmur, chuckling under your breath. “Don’t think you could handle that.”

He scoffs, pulling back from you in disbelief.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You just came in your pants and I didn’t even touch you. Who even knows if we’ll make it to actual sex.”

Steve pinches your sides, wrapping his arms around you so you can’t escape. You laugh, trying to squirm out of his hold without luck.

“You’re gonna be eating your words, Cherry Baby.”

You shake your head, blinding smile still etched on your face.

“You know what I am gonna eat? My cherry pie. I’m starving.”

Steve groans at the thought of the dessert sitting on the counter in the kitchen. No one does a cherry pie quite like you.

“Hell yeah. Let’s do it. There’s ice cream in the freezer, too. That vanilla bean one you like.”

You peck his lips before standing up on shaky legs, wincing as you do it.

“You good?”

“I’m gonna need a new shirt. This one’s sticky.”

You look at him with a raised eyebrow and he can’t hold in his laughter, the sound of it booming around the quiet room.

“Shut the fuck up,” he jokes as he throws you over his shoulder. Despite your protests, he carries you up the stairs, smacking your ass a few times on the way for good measure.

When he puts you down, he cradles your face gently, looking into your eyes with sincerity.

“It’s me and you forever. You know that right?”

You know what he’s trying to say. I love you. You’re it for me. There never has been and never will be anyone else.

But neither of you are quite ready for those words. So instead, you say,

“I know. I’ve always known.”

And that’s enough, for now.

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for some reason I didn't tag some people from part one in part two... no idea why. sorry!

[ash5monster01]

Cold Spring Harbor

Chapter One - She’s Got A Way 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, instant attraction, invisible string theory, mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of death, coping mechanisms

Summary: Just when Steve figures he’s bound to be alone the rest of his life, somehow he finds you, and for some reason just being near you makes him feel much less alone in the world.

word count: 2k

→ Two

Masterlist

Spring 1985

She's got a way of showin', how I make her feel

Steve hated being sad. Yet for the last six months that was all he had felt. He should be over it by now. He wished he was over it, but everyday he went to school just to see Nancy with Johnathon and know everything that he lost. He had given up his friends for her, and when she gave him up for Johnathon, he had no one left. No happy family to come home to, and no friends to spend time with, especially no girlfriend to love. Maybe that was why it was so hard to get over her, because she was the only person he had left and she left him too.

So he woke up on the first day of spring break, no parents, no plans, no one at all. It didn’t matter that the first warm sun was shining through his window and the birds chirped happily outside. He figured he would always be alone and he was still just as miserable as before. The only person he did have was Dustin but how many times can you ask a middle schooler to hang out before it gets weird? Steve didn’t want to find out.

He wasn’t going to last all of spring break like this so he was going to do the only thing that made him feel better. The only thing that gave him enough motivation to get out of bed and get ready for the day. So it’s not long until he is walking out the front door and towards his car. Yet before he unlocked it he stopped, eyes glancing into the bright blue sky, and deciding against the drive. It was sunny and almost seventy, plus a walk would be good for him. So he stuffed the keys back in his pocket and started down the road.

Town was half empty once he got there, signs showing that the new mall being built was already taking away business. It was sad to see the town that once was so busy become a shell of nothing. Kind of like him he supposed. Yet the sight of the familiar blue door eased his mind as he pushed in the one place he hoped would be here forever.

“Hey man, long time no see” Ron, the owner smiles from behind the register. Steve matches the smile right back even though he doesn’t feel it. He wished he did.

“Hey Ron, how’s business been?” he asks, eyeing the various shelves throughout the room.

“I wish I could say busy, but ever since word got out that Sam Goody was being built in the mall, no one really cares about Ron’s Records anymore” he says and Steve nods, his throat tightening at the thought.

“I’m sorry about that man, you know I’ll be a customer for life” he tells him and Ron nods, smiling at the boys kindness.

“You and your Grandpa both” Ron says kindly and Steve has to look away before tears form in his eyes.

“I’m gonna check some records out” Steve tells him and Ron nods as he moves to the section he knows it will be at.

Finally reaching the B’s his fingers start skimming the records. It feels like he’s passed a hundred Barry Manilow records by the time he reaches exactly what he’s looking for. Smiling to himself he scans which ones are there, determined what would be the best to listen to. Something that for an entire forty minutes could make him feel much less lonely in this world.

“Billy Joel huh?” Steve looks up and nearly freezes. There you are, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, and something about the world stops. He’s not one to be shy but it’s as if the words somehow can’t leave his mouth. There was just something about you. “Since when do boys your age listen to Billy Joel?”

“Hey, he’s still rock n’ roll to me” Steve defends, and it’s cheesy. He knows that, but it doesn’t stop you from laughing. You’re wearing the most perfect smile he’s ever seen and he wants to make you do it again.

“I’m not saying he isn’t, just most guys these days don’t know good music anymore” you say, pulling the record out of his hands and he almost gasps at the way your fingers feel against his.

“Well good music to me is just Billy, always has been” he says and you give him a small nod, smile still on your face. He briefly wonders what it could be about you that makes him suddenly so content.

“Cold Spring Harbor? I don’t think I’ve ever heard it” you say and Steve’s heart clenches.

“It’s his first album, he was only 22 when he wrote it. It���s one of my favorites” Steve tells you and the mischievous grin you give him makes his heart stutter in his chest.

“Well let’s listen to it” you tell him, hand grabbing his own, and leading him to the front of the building. In the front window there’s two chairs and small record player in between. They had been there for as long as Steve could remember, he had sat in them hundreds of times. He sits in his, the one chair he always sat in, and you sit, well in the other. His throat dries as he sees you sit across from him in the chair that had been empty for many years.

“What’s your favorite track?” you muse, hands delicately working to pull the record from its sleeve and place it on the player.

"The first one, She's Got A Way. It was my Grandpa's favorite, the first Billy song he ever played me" Steve says, looking off onto the rows and rows of records. Remembering a time when he was just short enough to be the same height as them. Rushing around and looking for the most colorful covers while his Grandpa went straight to the B's. Then he'd sit in the very chair he was now, ankles just barely hanging over the edge as his Grandpa played him song after song, in the very seat you were sitting in now.

"So that's where it comes from" you muse, the record spinning as you turn on the machine. Steve watches as you set the needle on the record, sratching till it finds its groove, and fills the silence between you both.

"Why is it his favorite?" you ask after a few moments, watching the boy as he let's the words sink in.

"He claimed it was the only song he ever heard that perfectly described how he felt about my Grandmother. How the right women could completley turn you around and heal you when you least expect it" Steve smiles fondly as he repeats those words he hadn't in a very long time.

"A charmer, I'm sure you are too" you say and the shocked look Steve wears has you laughing lightly. It takes Steve only a second to laugh along with you, realizing just how quickly you had revealed him. It's when your laughter calms he realizes the smile on your face has eased his heart more in the last six months than anything else.

"If you must know" Steve says and you giggle again which has Steve wanting to spend more and more time with you.

"Where is this Grandpa of yours, I have a few questions for him?" you ask and Steve freezes, not expecting the words to leave your mouth. It takes him a moment to respond and you sense the discomfort and place your hand on his own. Steve nearly jumps at the electric touch that comes from it.

"He passed away when I was fifteen, right before high school" he tells you, throat tightening around the admittance.

"I'm so sorry, that's awful" you try to comfort but Steve just smiles.

"You would have loved him though. Everyone did. He was my best friend, the only family I really had that spent time with me. Since my Grandma passed when I was ten, me and him made sure to spend all of middle school together" Steve isn't entirely sure why he is telling you this, he just knows your the first person he has been this comfortable around since his Grandpa and he didn't even know your name yet. He didn’t know what it was about you but he figured there didn't need to be a reason.

"That's so sweet, he sounds so special" you tell him and Steve nods, recalling memories he hadn't allowed himself to think about for years.

"He was, just wish he was still around. He was the only person to ever be there for me, front row at every swim meet and basketball game. Was hard going through highschool knowing he was no longer in the stands, but Billy. Well that's all me and him ever talked about. So sometimes, on days like today when I miss him a little extra, I find him in the lyrics of a song" and your heart soars for the boy in front of you. A boy with a deep sadness buried within him. A boy the world hadn't given a chance yet.

"Is he there right now?" you can't help but ask, the last few lines of the song coming through the speakers on the machine. Steve listens, can practically see his Grandpa yelling at him for not making a move. ‘At least ask her name’ he groans and Steve chuckles lightly to himself.

"Yeah he's here. He always is" Steve says and you give him a smile that somehow heals him. "I'm Steve by the way"

"Nice to meet you Steve" you tell him before offering your own name and Steve finds it rattling through his head, the most beautiful name in all of existence, and somehow it belongs to you. The very girl who showed up while he was feeling down and has inspired him without a sound. The beginning notes of You Can Make Me Free fill the silence between you both and Steve sits up, realizing your hand is still atop his own.

"Sorry for spilling my guts" Steve says and you shake your head, wanting him to know that he had done nothing wrong this entire time.

"Don't be, it actually happens a lot. I seem to make people very comfortable. Guess I just got a way about me" and Steve agrees because somehow in just this short exchange you have inspired him to keep on going, reminded him that this is not the end and it won't be all bad. It is like you have some bright light around you and it gives him the strength to keep going.

"Would you maybe want to go get something to eat?" Steve finds the confidence to ask and you beam a smile brightly back at him.

"I'd love to Steve" you tell him, using his name like it now somehow belongs to you and Steve wishes it does. A million dreams of love surrounding you and for the first time since Nancy he finds himself feeling something for a girl he never thought he'd feel again. He just knows he no longer wants to live without you.

"Have fun you two" Ron calls out as you both exit, the record still playing as you both leave it behind. You talk the whole way to the small diner in town, Steve just smiles and listens, loving how everything sounds the way it comes out your mouth. It's as if every word lifts him up as you are walking.

For the rest of the day Steve does his part getting to know you. Making you laugh and flirting where necessary which never fails to make you blush. The sight of your red cheeks alone make his heart soar for you. It's cute the way you show it, exactly how you feel about him. In return you do find yourself charmed by the very boy you couldn’t resist talking to. You wondered where a sweet boy like him had been your whole life and for the first time you aren't as embarassed by the blush on your cheeks as you normally would be.

"I really like you Rosy" he says matter of fact, the nickname falling easily from his lips. You blush at his words again, shaking your head at the boy you figure you aren't getting rid of anytime soon.

"I like you too Steve"

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[flem17ng]

Pretty girl: KCC x reader

keep on pretending, pretty girl

note: here it is! I may have made myself cry writing this

summary: Kyra is straight. She has liked boys since she was little. She had boyfriends all through high school. She is straight. At least she thought she was... but then she met you.

warnings: internalized homophobia kinda, Kyra being a cutie, angst (Sorry), the effects of the lesbian master dock, happy ending (Because i Ilove ya'll)

word count: 4.8k

"Kyra!" you yelled from across the dance floor, "come dance with me!" She hesitated for a second before moving towards you. It wasn't normal for her to think twice about dancing with her best friend but recently she had been getting weird feelings every time she saw you, or was near you... especially when she was near you.

The club was crowded with sweaty couples, all twirling together in time to the pounding music. Kyra finally reached you and you danced. some mindless pop ballad that neither of you knew the words to. You watched her dance, one hand in the air, grinning like a maniac and giggling. She was absolutely gorgeous like always.

"how much have you had to drink ky?" you asked with a smirk as she moved closer to you.

"huh? nothinggg" she slurred, proving her point moot. You knew she was drunk, she only got touchy when she was drunk and now she had a hand on your waist was was slowly dancing into your personal space. Maybe if you were smart you would confront her about this, but you weren't. On the contrary, you were utterly and completely in love with her. So instead you pushed her off you gently, grabbed her hand, and subtly started pulling her towards the door. You weren't smart but you were wise enough not to let her get ahead of herself. Your best friend was straight, you knew you had no chance, it would be torture to let yourself pretend while she was like this.

"come on ky ky, let's get you home" You opened the club door for her and let her walk onto the street.

"it's so pretty tonight!" she exclaimed, looking up at the Sydney city lights before turning to you, "you are so pretty tonight" she giggled. You tried to ignore the way your heart stuttered at her words and her drunken smirk. It helped to remember that she didn't mean it. Kyra walked towards you with a cheeky grin, placing her hands on your shoulders.

"you are the prettiest girl in the world! you know that right" she laughed. you just frowed and looked at the ground.

"come on. You're drunk. I'll get you an Uber." You took out your phone and started typing when you felt her lean forward and press a quick kiss to your cheek. You wished it was easier to fall out of love with someone, but it wasn't. Especially when that someone was Kyra. Kyra with her perfect teeth, her tanned skin, and her warm eyes. Kyra who sent you 'good morning texts' and knew your coffee order off by heart. Kyra was standing on a street in Sydney on a Saturday night with the prettiest smile. Kyra who was straight.

When the Uber finally arrived Kyra pouted. "I don't wanna leave you," she whined and you smiled at her before paying the Uber driver and giving her a quick hug.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Text me when you get home ok?" She nodded and gave you a drunken wave before getting into the car and driving off.

***

Kyra woke up with a headache and three text messages.

2:45am:

Y/N: Get home safe?

6:30am:

Y/N: hey ky. I dropped some painkillers at your door! I hope the hangover isn't too bad :)

tinder: you matched with Tom G! Message him to get a conversation started.

Kyra groaned. The odd feeling in her chest was back. It was like a flipping fluttering feeling that seemed to appear only with you. It would be a pleasant feeling if it wasn't mixed with the plummeting sensation of dread, confusion, and (weirdly) guilt. She clicked on the notification from Tinder first. The guy wasn't bad-looking, he had similar hobbies. But as Kyra looked through his photos again, she couldn't help but think he looked a little bit like her best friend... she closed her phone. She didn't have training that day so there was no reason she would have to bump into you. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend time you you! But she knew she got ahead of herself when she was drunk. She says things she shouldn't, and she gets touchy. She knows this because she does it on purpose: always acting more drunk than she is, leaning into you, batting her eyelids, and knowing she'll get away with it. She knows you won't call her up on it.

Maybe she would meet up with that Tom guy anyway. Why the hell not? She was young and single, and straight and so was this guy. She was sure of all those things! So why did she feel so horrible when she opened up her phone again, ignoring your texts and tapping on the Tinder app?

Kyra: Hey x

Tom G: Hi :)

***

"Y/n you can't just let her do this to you" Ellie groaned as she took another large gulp of her coffee. It had been a few weeks since the club with Kyra and ever since, she had been cold and distant, making up lame excuses about seeing some new guy. It was a cycle that was familiar at this point: Kyra was your best friend, you were her pretty girl, she gets drunk, she flirts, she gets cold, hooks up with a few guys, and then comes back to gossip about it. Unfortunately, Ellie had been there to see it all.

"Look I know! but I just can't help it ok! When she wants me I..."

Ellie's expression softened with understanding. As much as she wished she could snap you out of it and point you in the direction of literally any other woman, she knew it would never work.

"you know my opinion on this. Drunk words are sober thoughts and all that." she shot you a sad smile.

"Yes well. her sober thoughts right now are all about some guy called Tom." you rolled your eyes. Stupid Tom and his stupid XY chromosomes. You chewed your muffin with an aggressive frown. Ellie shook her head letting you finish your bite so you could continue.

"And besides. Yes! maybe she is gay. but she certainly doesn't know that does she. What's the point Ellie?" you sighed. "she only wants me when she's drunk. in the morning it's like nothing happened"

"Look I don't know what you want me to say! You need to get your mind off her. Go hook up with someone" Ellie rolled her eyes. She was terribly supportive but there was only so much delusion she could take in one morning.

"See I would... but she's asked me to come round for a movie tonight" Ellie just groaned. You could never pull yourself away from Kyra, no matter how much you tried. It wasn't like you did try though. you drank the rest of your coffee, feeling suddenly like a bum on a bar stool.

"You're too young to look so hopeless! You're attractive, and queer in Sydney for god's sake!" She laughed, giving you a playful slap on the arm. You knew she was right even if you would never tell her she was. Your phone buzzed.

Ky 🤍: can't wait to see you! I have to tell you about Tom ;)

"Jesus Christ I'm pathetic" You covered your face with your hands dramatically.

"Correct! Now finish your muffin so we can pay and leave please."

***

Kyra rushed forward into a hug when you arrived at her door a few hours later. She was dressed in a loose pajama top and shorts and her hair was in a messy bun with strands out to frame her face. You wished you could greet her with a kiss, or run your hands through her hair... Instead, you returned the hug, handed over the bag containing ice cream and snacks, and walked into the apartment like a friend would.

"I missed you!" Kyra shouted from the kitchen as she put the icecream in the freazer, "I feel like i havnt seen you in forever"

You swallowed back a remark about kyra ignoring you for days and choosing some guy over you and instead followed her into the kitchen with a grin.

"I missed you too Ky! How have you been?" you knew better than to bring up your last outing to the club. She would brush it off with a joke or get cold like she always did.

"Well... Tom took me Bowling the other day! It was so romantic" She giggled, grabbing her phone to show you a picture of the two of them at the bowling lane. You swallowed hard and nodded supportively.

The night wore on relatively the same: you talked and laughed and gossiped about your friends. Kyra was only about 2 wine glasses in when she started feeling weird again. Maybe it was the way your hair was sitting or the way the light was hitting your face... Either way, she needed to be close to you. On the couch she cuddled up to you, resting her head on your chest while some movie played on mute in the background. When she closed her eyes and listened she could hear your heartbeat under her head, slow and steady. The movie, a rom-com, must have been coming to an end as the two characters finally got together in a scene that might have been heartwarming if either of you had been playing attention to the plot.

"Y/n?" Kyra asked suddenly.

"hmm?" You had let yourself relax a little into the sofa as the night wore on and now rested a hand on top of her head gently.

"I dont want Tom to be my boyfriend" she whispered, so quiet you almost didnt catch it.

"I thought he was romantic? and smart and handsom?" you asked, looked down to were kyra lay with her eyes squeezed shut on your chest.

"I don't know i..." Kyra opened her eyes and looked up, your faces suddenly very close together. "I don't want him to be close to me like you are" She admitted, her voice sounding vulnerable.

"He woldnt be! It would be different. He would kiss you and all that." you responded confused. Kyra had had boyfriends before, she knew what that relationship entailed.

"But I want to do that stuff with you!" She smiled moving her face even closer so your noses brushed. You felt your heart drop. You had hoped the evening wouldn't take this direction mostly because you wanted to save yourself the pain.

"Kyra..." you breathed. You knew this is when you should pull away, push her off you, and tell her to sort herself out. Instead, you just squeezed your eyes closed in hopes that she could sober up and stop playing with your feelings. "You know it hurts me when you do this Ky..."

"I don't want to hurt you" She whispered and you could hear the cheeky smirk on her lips. You could feel her wine breath on your own mouth. God why was it so hard. You opened your eyes, only to find her still close enough to touch. Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol. She was looking at your lips and you knew the kiss was coming before she even leaned in.

It was sloppy and one-sided. You refused to kiss her back despite how much you wanted to, despite the way your heart raced at the feel of her warm lips on yours. She tried to deepen it when you placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her away softly.

"Enough. Time for bed"

"But you taste so good" Kyra giggled with a pout pulling on her rosey cheeks. You swallowed and shook your head. You had let it go too far, you needed to stop, you needed to leave before you did something stupid like let her kiss you again.

"Tom wouldn't mind me kissing you silly" She laughed finally rolling to the other side of the couch to let you stand up. You felt your eyes sting a little. You wouldn't cry in front of her, you wouldn't let yourself be comforted by her.

"I don't want you to kiss me Ky. Just go to bed now" You didn't wait to see her pout at you because you knew your resolve wouldn't last if you did. Instead, you turned on your heel, grabbed your bag, and headed out of the apartment.

***

9:45am

Ky 🤍: Oh man I drank way more than I thought last night! I can't remember anything from after we turned on the movie lol

You rolled your eyes when you saw the notification. At this point, you could predict the fallout of every possible flirty Kyra situation based on her first text of the day. She wasn't a lightweight, she knew how to hold her liquor so the part about not remembering anything was nothing short of a blatant lie and you knew it. Maybe a year ago, hell maybe even a month ago, you would have let her get away with her bullshit, but not now. Yes, you loved her but you loved her when she was just being herself, not some character she pretended to be. Maybe that's what made it so painful: not because of what she did when she was drunk but because deep down you knew that she knew exactly what she was doing while she was doing it. She knew what she was doing when she kissed you, she knew what she was doing when she told you she wanted to be with you...

You needed space, no matter how much it hurt. So you ignored her text. And her call that came later. And her offer to get coffee the next day.

1:05am

Ky 🤍: I miss you pretty girl ;)

That notification was soon replaced with:

Ky 🤍 Deleted one (1) message

A few days latter and kyra stopped trying to call. Part of you was thankful... But most of you just wanted to cry. It was self preservation mostly and Ellie agreed it was the right thing to do. But you couldnt help but feel you would loose your best friend if carried on ghosting her.

10:30 am

Ky 🤍: Tom asked me to be his girlfriend btw.

That was when you really did cry: Hot heavy tears that seemed like they would never end. The tears brought with them a horrible emptiness and you mourned not only your friendship but that delusional part of yourself that still believed that one day Kyra would realize you were there for her all along.

11:00 am

Y/n: Thats great Kyra! sorry I've been off grid for a while :)

You hated yourself as soon as you pressed send. But it was Kyra, and no matter how bad it hurt you were there for her. It wasn't her fault you had a silly crush on her after all. You bit down another sob that threatened to break free. here you were again, making excuses for her.

11:05 am

Ky 🤍: SHE'S ALIVE!! come to the bar tonight to meet him? pleaaseee

Y/n: I'll be there.

***

"Y/n I didnt think we'd be seeing you here tonight" ellie called from the booth that was already very full with the rest of your group. Ellie shot you a knowing look as kyra shot up from her seat to great you with a bear hug.

"Well... I needed to meet the mystery man didn't i?" you tried for a smile but it came out all forced and wrong.

"Come on! Sit next to me. I already got you a drink" Kyra shot you a winning smile as she turned back to the table. You couldn't help but smile at the spring in her step.

Tom sat on her otherside seemingly unaware of the subtle tension between his new girlfriend and yourself. Maybe the tension was in your head you bagan to think...

But then you felt a cool hand rest on your thigh and you knew it wasnt. Kyras hand was hidden by the table but you could feel it: Resting on your bare leg, slightly too high to be friendly. You ignored it at first, taking another sip of your coke, laughing at something sam was saying.

But then she gave your leg a squeeze and you felt your breath hitch. Her fingers absent-mindedly began fiddling with the hem of your dress. You shot her a look but she wasn't even looking in your directing.

Already you caught yourself making her excuses: she was nervous, she was a little drunk and did not realize what she was doing, and she was a touchy person by nature (this was true).

"You are my favorite. You know that don't you" You flinched when you felt her hot breath tickle your kneck. You had been so engrossed with your thoughts that you hadn't even noticed her leaning towards you to whisper in your ear.

"Please get off me Kyra," you said, a little loudly making Ellie and Sam look at you with concern. Kyra's smirk dropped into a genuine frown.

"What?" She didn't sound drunk now. You turned to face her, a knot forming in your throat. You couldn't hurt yourself like this, not when her boyfriend was sitting at the same table. Not when you had spent every day since you were 14 falling in love with her.

"I said, Get off me" You pushed her hand off your thigh and stood up suddenly. It was too hot in the bar, too crowded. You turned and almost ran towards the door, needing to get away from Kyra's shocked face, Tom's stupid smirk and drawling voice, and Ellie's pitying expression. No sooner had you exited the bar did you head her run after you.

"What the fuck was that about Y/n?" she shouted, looking disheveled and shocked. You could have laughed.

"What was that about? I could bloody well ask you the same thing. Has it ever occurred to you once, that I'm more than just your drunken experiment" you yelled back, "I mean really Kyra! We're experts at this little dance by now."

"What are you talking about?" you really did laugh then, only to stop the hot tears waiting to burst.

"you get drunk and you want me. I'm your favorite, I'm your pretty girl, I'm the most beautiful person in the world. And then the next day I'm what? nothing? your best friend?" The tears start rolling now, making it hard to breathe but you need to get this all out. It's been welling in your chest for years, building pressure and heat and now you need to let it go.

"So what is it ky? Do you love me like you say or is it just the wine? or sorry, is it Burbon today I didn't ask." you knew it was cruel, especially as you saw the understanding in her eyes. "I'm done with this. I'm done with you. I can't keep wasting my love on you when you can't even return it." Your cheeks felt hot despite the cool breeze and your heart raced.

"Y/n he's not my boyfriend... he asked but I said no," she said quietly as if that was a balm.

"Who cares Kyra? because if it's not him it's some other man. It's anyone but me. or at least until you get a couple drinks in." Kyra was definitely sober now if she wasn't before. Her expression was somewhere between guilt, anger, and hurt. You wished you would hold her, kiss her, and make it all better but it wasn't possible.

"I do... I do love you like I say when I'm... drunk," she muttered to the floor. "I just- I need to figure it out. being with Tom it's like-"

"pretending. It's pretending Kyra." there was no anger left in you now, just sadness. Kyra loved you but she wouldn't face up to it without being knockout drunk and what was worse? you had wasted all your love on her.

"Y/n I love you though"

"Stop. You're being mean" a sob escaped you, "Just keep on pretending. I can't wait around for you to figure yourself out." You took a couple steps backward, suddenly feeling deja vu from the last time you found yourself outside a club on the street with Kyra. She must have had the same thought because she looked up at the city lights, the colours bouncing off her wet cheeks. Before she could look back at you and break your heart more, you turned and walked up the street, hoping she had the sense not to follow you.

***

You didn't talk for months. 3 Months and 2 weeks to be exact but who was counting? Kyra broke up with Tom that night without hesitation. She knew what the weird feeling she got when she was around you know. She had been so scared so so long it felt weird to put a label on the emotion. She loved you. Was in love with you to be exact. And as far as she knew, you hated her. All she could think about was how broken you had looked as you shouted at her. You looked so tired and hopeless and it was all because she hadn't realised how she was affecting you. It was just fun, drinking a little as an excuse to be close to you. She knew kissing you at her house that day was a mistake but it's all she wanted to do.

"Kyra you messed up mate. You're really in the doghouse." Sam stated from the other side of the couch while Kyra cried yet again. All she seemed to do now was cry.

"Is she dating anyone?" She asked. sam just shook her head and didn't answer. She had already told both of you that she wasn't going to be the middle man of this mess.

"I know it's hard to face up to these feelings ok? But remember what she told you? You need to figure yourself out before you try to make things right."

"It was hard for me too" Kristie rubbed her back as she entered the room, "I mean things are pretty uptight where I come from and I just wanted to fit in. I know that isn't quite the issue for you but-" she shrugged "For me it helped to remember that life is too short to give a shit about whether you like a boy or a girl."

"I like girls" Kyra stated (It had taken a long time and a lot of girls in red music videos to realise it but now she was dead certain), "But I don't just... I love her." She deadpanned, looking up at Kristie. "That's so scary..."

Sam shrugged again, "It's scary sure, but from the sounds of it she feels the same"

Kyra snorted, "Well maybe she did before I fucked it all up."

"Look man, she isn't going to be the one to reach out to you. No matter how much she loves you, that girl is stubborn as hell. You need to be the one the make amends." Kyra nodded.

She loved you and she knew that now. She loved the way you teased her for her bad jokes, she loved the way you smiled and sang in the shower. She loved to way you squinted your eyes when watching a movie. She missed you. And she knew now that she was a damn fool for thinking any differently.

***

The past few months had been rough to say the very least on the matter. You had taken Ellie's advice and gone out to a few clubs, hooked up with women whose names you can't remember, and tried your best to forget about Kyra. Every other morning you seemed to be waking up in a bed that wasn't yours, and every morning without fail you felt a deep hole in your chest like something had been wrenched out of place. You wanted her, yes, but you needed security more and that was something she wasn't able to give you. Not if she wasn't even able to admit she was gay.

That morning, exactly 3 months, 2 weeks, and one day since you last saw Kyra you felt as though you might finally have forgiven her. Sure you were upset and hurt and embarrassed, and you were sure as hell done making excuses for her; But at the end of the day, Kyra was your best friend and, if your recent escapades had taught you anything, she was also the love of your life.

The knock came at your door when you were halfway through your third cup of coffee for the morning. It startled you enough to leave you swearing and rubbing your hand where you spilled the drink.

"Coming!" you yelled, dropping the cup off in the kitchen before padding barefoot towards the door, expecting the mailman or a delivery. When you opened the door to see Kyra you were glad you had already put your mud down or you would have dropped it again.

"Kyra?" her name felt weird on your tongue, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you," She said simply, stepping in and shutting the door softly behind her.

"You could have texted"

"No, I- I needed to talk to you"

"Well. You're talking now" You couldn't help but be a little aloof, you had no idea where to conversation was going to go. Kyra took your statement as permission to continue.

"Can we sit please?" You nodded and led her over the the kitchen where she sat on one of the bar stools. You stayed standing, leaning your hip on the counter.

"I'm sorry" she blurted before you could say anything, "I'm sorry for treating you like shit and for ignoring your feelings, I'm sorry it took me so long to figure myself out. I'm sorry I pushed all these guys in your face like I had something to prove to you. Most of all I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I felt sooner because maybe we wouldn't have gotten into this mess in the first place." She took a breath and rubbed her palms on her thighs nervously.

"The truth is that all those times I flirted with you and stepped over the line... I was not drunk at least not like I acted to be. It was a confidence boost I needed to say what I was thinking, what I am always thinking. I've realised now that I've loved you for years, maybe longer. I knew I felt different towards you than I did others but it was so scary."

You nodded, feeling a knot of emotion form in your throat. Here she was, after months of not talking, saying all the things you had been longing for.

"And I know that it's going to take some time to trust me again" Kyra looked into your eyes now, feeling more confident, "But Y/n I love you so much it hurts. I'm done pretending ok? I'm yours." She smiled softly, "If you'll have me that is."

You watched her fiddle with her fingers for a second before opening your mouth.

"Kyra you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that." She smiled at you and your heart skipped its familiar beat at the sight. "You're right, I'll need time but..." You stood up straight and walked towards where she sat, "I want this so bad Ky."

You stepped in between her legs and cupped her face between your hands. You watched her eyes go a little wider and her cheeks go pink. You felt her heart speed up under your fingers and for the first time, it was you leaning in to kiss her. Her lips were soft and warm and minty. Her breath was hot and clear against your skin. She wrapped her arms around your waist and sighed against your lips making you giggle. You ran your fingers through her hair like you always wanted to and pulled back slowly. Kyra's eyes were still closed, a small smile on her swollen lips.

"You're the prettiest girl in the world Kyra. You know that right?" Kyra opened her eyes and smiled her perfect smile and your chest filled with a wave of warmth. You would take it slow with her, careful... but in that moment it was everything just to be near her and she felt the very same.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around her tightly. You just needed to hold her, to keep her there so she wouldn't leave. As if she read your mind, Kyra moved your hair and planted a small kiss on the side of your neck.

"I'm not going. I promise" she whispered and pressed another feather-light kiss under your ear. Maybe you were a fool, maybe you were an idiot, maybe you were just stupidly in love with this girl. Whatever it was you knew she was telling the truth. Kyra Cooney-Cross was done pretending.

[stvharrngton]

Hii kyrie!! Hope you are doing very well!!

So maybe this is a strange request and it's totally fine if you don't make it, so don't feel pressured love !

So I've been told thru all my life in various types of ways that I'm not pretty or pretty enough, so that has made me so self conscious and I'm just you know aware that I'm not pretty, so I would like to know how do you think steve would react to reader feeling that she is not pretty enough even when she is in a relationship with steve.

It can be smutty or not, what ever you decide is perfect to me love!!!

Ok, bye ily <3

hi my love <3 i'm sorry you feel like that i just know you are super pretty and our stevie would think so too 🥺 i went for smutty i hope that's okay!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, oral (f receiving), p in v, heavy on praise and pet names <3

taglist: @dukesmebby @saturnband @sweetbabygirlsworld

The mirror sat atop your vanity, specks of dust decorating the glass. The reflection staring back at you was one you’d pondered over a thousand or more times, fingers prodding and pulling at the skin of the face in the mirror. Smoothing over the freckles and blemishes, rubbing at the circles below the eyes.

The reflection was yours, your face, your eyes, your hair and your nose. Your features that you’d come to think about more often than not. When Steve found you sat in front of the mirror, in nothing but your bra and a pair of soft cotton shorts his brow furrowed.

He called out for you when he walked into your quiet home, “Baby?” bottom lip jutting out when he was answered with silence. He reached your bedroom with a quiet knock on the door as he called out your name. Steve entered your room timidly when he was met with your figure in front of the mirror.

“Baby?” He asked quietly, “Everything okay? You never answered me.”

Steve came to stand behind where you sat, hands gentle and warm on your shoulders as he watched your face in the mirror. Your expression blank, like your mind was busy with a hurricane of thoughts. The words that spilled out from your mouth hurt Steve like a knife to the chest.

“Steve, am I pretty?”

The boy stood there dumbfounded, mouth hanging agape with his brows pinched together. He leant in next to you, so his chin was on your shoulder, his face next to yours staring back through the mirror. Steve pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, his lips sweet and gentle on your skin.

“You’re the prettiest girl in the whole world, baby, you know that.” Steve watched you carefully in the mirror as your eyes raked over your body, your lips downturned into something sad, “What’s this all about?”

“I don’t think I’m pretty enough-” you sighed, lips pursed together as you tried to ignore the feeling of Steve being so close to you, “not pretty enough for you.”

“What?!” Steve protested, turning his head to face your profile, “that’s crazy, sweetheart. You know I think you’re beautiful, hm?” Another kiss pressed to your cheek, “So hot and sexy, my sweet girl,” his voice was lower this time, lips encasing the shell of your ear, “how ‘bout I show my girl just how pretty she is, huh?”

Your skin erupted in goosebumps, heat rising up your neck as Steve’s words went right to your core. His lips travelled lower, teeth nipping at your earlobe as he pressed sweet kisses on your neck.

“You got the most beautiful eyes, baby,” Steve started, his hands moving to hold your waist, “so dreamy and your nose? Shit, you got the cutest nose I’ve ever seen.”

His lips followed the curve of your neck to your shoulder, a hand dancing up over your stomach, ghosting over the material of your bra and to your face. Steve let his thumb swipe over your plump bottom lip.

“And baby that smile of yours,” he groaned lowly when you sucked his thumb between your lips, “makes me weak at the knees and I wish I could set your laugh as the sound on my alarm clock.”

You hummed a laugh at his cheesy compliment, Steve sporting a wide eyed grin in return. “See? You’re beautiful,” Steve whispered, tone low and rasp as his fingers found the material of your bra again, working their way round to the clasp.

The contraption dropped to the floor with one fell swoop, freeing your breasts from their confines. Your breath hitched in your throat as the cool air hit your skin, nipples erect and Steve’s for the taking. His large hands cupped your tits, gently squeezing the flesh as his thumbs rolled over your nipples.

You mewled quietly, a soft little whimper tumbling past your lips as Steve took his bottom lip between his teeth, lips coming to your ear once more, “And these pretty tits are so perfect, can’t get enough.”

Teeth nipping at your neck, hands still caressing your tits, Steve ushered you up from the chair, pressing your body into the vanity desk. He pressed himself into your back, the soft material of his shirt scratching at your body, the bulge beneath his jeans felt against your ass.

Steve kept one hand pressed to your chest, the other wandered down your front, a quick squeeze to your hip as he slid his fingers between your ass and his front. Pushing your shorts to the side, Steve ghosted his fingers over the lace covering where you wanted him most, the small wet patch beneath his fingers making him take a sharp intake of his breath.

“And this pretty little pussy of yours,” Steve cooed, fingertip teasing at your entrance, “she’s just the sweetest thing, isn’t she?”

“Steve,” you whined, rolling your head back to rest on Steve’s shoulder. The feeling of his finger barely pushing into your hole driving you insane, your body white hot all over and he was just getting started.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Steve encouraged, “tell me what you want, use your words.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the dirty words he spoke, feeling your arousal poole at your core. You pressed your ass out into Steve’s hands, desperately trying to fuck yourself on his finger. Steve chuckled cruelly at your actions, teasing as he removed his finger from your cunt.

“Steve, please,” you begged, “anything, baby, please just touch me.” You pleading never went a miss with Steve, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips as he dropped to his knees.

Fingers curling around the waistband of your shorts and panties, the material soon dropped to the floor around your feet. Steve peppered kisses up the backs of your thighs, his large hands grabbing the flesh of your ass, pulling and squeezing. Steve pulled you apart, revealing your pussy to him.

Wet and ready for whatever Steve was going to give you, he groaned at the sight of you. Slick covering your pussy, smeared across your plush thighs. He pressed a single kiss to your hole, lips pouting as he gripped your ass.

You moaned loudly at the gesture, eyes fluttering closed as Steve began to move his lips and tongue in tandem. You felt him groan from behind you, the vibrations rumbling through your pussy, your thighs clenching involuntarily. The sounds that filled the room were pornographic, dirty, filthy. Slurping and sucking, licking and kissing.

If there’s one thing that Steve Harrington knew how to do, it was eat pussy like his life depended on it.

Steve grabbed harshly at your ass, his palm coming down against your cheek, a yelp echoing off your bedroom walls. Steve groaned into your pussy at the noise, his cock straining beneath his jeans at the pretty little gasps and whimpers that were serving as music to his ears.

“You taste so sweet, baby.” Steve cooed, “so fuckin’ good.”

You fell to the desk below you, unable to keep yourself up any longer. The pleasure coursed through you like lightning, a sharp flick of Steve’s tongue over your clit sent you over the edge.

“Uh uh, baby,” Steve uttered, “keep those pretty eyes on that mirror.” One hand left your ass, the distinct sound of the metal of Steve’s belt clinking, the leather slapping against itself, “Want you to see how pretty you look when you cum.”

You wailed as Steve never stopped the movements of his tongue, your slick totally covering his mouth and chin you were sure. Eyes shooting open, gaze fixated on yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were hazy, your lips red and bitten. The sound of Steve’s denim being shoved down his thighs rang loud in your ears, the jostle of his wrist as he fisted his cock felt as he buried his face in your pussy.

The beginnings of your orgasm rocked your body, your cheeks heating up as your jaw went slack. The muscles in your stomach and thighs began to clench, your moans and whispers of Steve’s name turned into incoherent mumbles. A jumble of praise and ramblings of how good Steve was making you feel the only things you could muster.

“Stevie, ‘m gonna cum, fuck–” you cried, fingernails digging into the wood of the vanity, “please, don’t stop, baby.”

“That’s my girl, come on, baby, let it go,” Steve groaned, palm slapping against your ass as he sucked and licked at your clit, “keep those eyes open, honey.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, your body hot and cold all over, your eyes wide and pupils dilated as you stared at yourself in the mirror, watching yourself cum with your boyfriend’s face buried inside your cunt really was a sight to behold.

Your body writhed against the table as Steve continued to lick at you all soft and slow, drawing out your orgasm until you were crying at the overstimulation. His own fist had since slowed, pumping his cock at a fragile pace, teasing himself like you often would.

When he finally removed his mouth from your pussy, you exhaled a sigh of relief, body slumping against the wooden desk. The quietness of your bliss all but lasted momentarily as you heard Steve groan from behind you.

Fingers still wrapped around his stiff cock, eyes glued to your sticky pussy as your juices mixed with Steve’s saliva dribbled down your thighs. You stuck your ass out for him to see, as if inviting him to slip inside you.

“Steve–”

“Baby, fuck,” he groaned, eyes rolling back as he spoke, “I gotta– shit, I gotta see your face when I cum, please?”

You gnawed on your bottom lip as you spun around, Steve still on his knees, gaze fixated on your lower half. The boy shot up in a flash, hands immediately cupping your cheeks, lips crashing against yours. The kiss was hungry, fervent, Steve having worked himself up into a frenzy.

He picked you up from where you stood, your legs wrapping around your waist, arms slung over his broad shoulders. Steve laid you down on the soft sheets, hands reaching to rid himself of his shirt, shuffling out of his jeans and boxers.

His larger frame towered over you, soft kisses peppered all over your flushed face as his forehead came to rest against yours, his gaze flickered down between your bodies as he pushed himself inside you, cock in hand.

Steve moaned loudly, all high pitched and pretty. A gruff ‘fuck’ trembled past his pink lips, giving himself a minute to billow in the feel of your warm pussy around his cock. The stretch of Steve’s cock was one you had grown to love, the initial sting a sinful pain you craved.

It wasn’t long before he was bottoming out, hips moving hard, cock stroking deep inside your walls, “Fuck, baby, ‘m not gonna last long, shit–”

“Oh, Steve,” you breathed, skin dewy and hot, Steve’s cock stroking your special spot just right. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your heels digging into his tailbone as he rolled his hips into yours over and over again, desperately chasing his own climax.

“My sweet girl,” the boy moaned, a throaty rasp, his hair wild, “you’re so pretty,” he babbled, “so fuckin’ gorgeous. My beautiful girl. So good f’me.”

Steve’s word vomit of praise was endearing, you were sure tears would be lining your lashes if he wasn’t fucking the breath out of your chest right now. He grappled your hands away from his shoulders, fingers interlocking as he held them at the side of your head, lips falling into place with yours as his hair began to fall out of place.

He was on the cusp, you knew that, could tell by the words he was moaning, the way he squeezed your hands so tight, how he kissed you as if to stop himself from wailing out your name.

He fucked his cock into you harder, deeper. You moaned his name into his mouth as he kissed you, a sweet gasp only spurring him on. You felt him twitch inside you, thighs clenching as he whined, “Oh, baby, oh fuck—,” gaze fixated on your fucked out features, “gonna cum, shit—“

As soon as Steve felt your walls clench around his length he was a goner. Hot cum spurting from his tip, pairing your walls as he groaned out your name. Curses fell from his tongue like a chant as his orgasm washed over him.

Chest heaving and breath heavy, Steve whined as he rode out his high. Eyes squeezed shut tightly as he collapsed on top of you, burying his face in the soft skin of your neck.

He hissed and grunted as soon as he pulled himself away from you, rolling over to lay next to you on the bed. Steve pulled you into his chest, thick ringlets of hair matted with sweat as he lay spent.

Steve let his lips rest on your temple, a gentle squeeze to your shoulder as he spoke,

“Prettiest girl in the world, baby, y’hear me?”

[neet-elite]

Okay, but just imagine the seb x haley x reader smut possibilities?? Either seb has two spoiled girls to train or he's submitting to the two. Ugh, i love it. (P.S. i think of your Hurry up! fic very fondly and very often and id be honored if you took this ask as a request. Either scenario would be chefs kiss)

Oh I definitely love this idea... Haley is my favourite girl in the valley, and Sebastian is up there as a fav too... (obviously, my branding LOL) being sandwiched between them is the dream tbh. <3 <3 <3

MDNI ♡ Warnings: threesome, (reluctantly) submissive sebastian, degradation, role reversal, rope restraints

WC: 1472

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

On his knees, hands tied tight around his back while both you and Haley stand tall before him. A pretty sight, absolutely, from your dripping cunt to Haley's devious smirk; he can't help but collect drool in his mouth. Although he had no intention on being in this position tonight, he isn't complaining about it either. Evident from the way he nudges his hips forward when you smile down at him from your holier than thou position, the outline of his twitching cock on full display for you both to giggle at. The sound drives right through him, past his heart and straight to his cock.

"It's not funny..." he mumbles, growing weaker by the second as you and Haley talk amongst yourselves. Girl talk, apparently. Though, he can vaguely imagine what the discussion entails, the thought of which has his cock twitching some more under his tight jeans, leaking all over himself like a stupid dog. "C'mon, haven't I waited long enough?"

He hadn't meant for his tone to come out so whiny and breathless, downright desperate for just a little bit of something; anything other than the meagre staring Haley has allowed him thus far. And you, glancing at him so cutely through your eyelashes, your wandering hand trailing down to your sopping cunt just to tease him, are no better.

"I dunno..." You trail off, voice airy and light, as if he wasn't the hardest he's ever been right now and rather just an afterthought. Which would be annoying, if not for your shared girlfriend Haley chiming in with a cheery "You make us wait much longer, Sebby!" cute pout and all.

That's something he can't argue with. She's such a bitch sometimes, but she's a pretty bitch, so his cock thinks that's okay.

The role reversal he's forced to endure is hot, especially considering he's dating the worlds two prettiest girls. Who are currently naked. Making fun of him. And— oh, touching each other now. His insides burn hot, lungs filled with butterflies at the receptive noises you make under Haley's touch. Shoulda been him.

He whines, long and needy, gently thrashing with impatience as Haley cups your cheeks to plant hot kisses against your open lips. Even as her tongue is occupied down your throat, her gaze bores into him, seeing straight through his needy despair. And then her gaze drops to his cock, and she smirks, prompting him to whine some more. Jealousy buries deep in his tummy, her hands just barely ghosting over your skin to make you shiver into her, grabbing and pinching at your waist during the heated kiss as her hips automatically start to roll into yours. Bet that feels so good, huh? God how he wishes it was him making you feel so good, making you moan down Haley's throat all pretty like that. He's already thinking of ways to get back at Haley later by using your body to his advantage again. Make her watch him fuck your cute little hole when she's not home, having you pose for the camera to torment her when she's out shopping. Fuck, he's only riling himself up even more now, lust pooling in his tummy and forcing him to wince into the desperation. He's just so hard for you, for Haley too, silently seething in his restraints while you have your fun right in front of him.

And God he's so fucking hard at the sight, stretching his arms out on instinct and flexing his muscles in an attempt to escape the too tight confines Haley had you put him in; the exact same ones he's used on you countless times before to bully you into submission. Hell, even Haley herself has begged for them to be used on you before, so it's no surprise that you've picked up on how to make the rope inescapable. He's both proud and saddened by that fact. To have Pelican Towns very own mean girl bully him is a blessing, honestly. and to even see her bully you is intoxicating, drunk on the expressions you make; all he wants to do is make you feel better. And, more selfishly, to be balls deep inside of you to make himself feel better.

"She's so pretty, isn't she Sebby?" Haley simpers, squishing your cheeks together playfully as she taunts him. She's right. Always is, really. You're so cute he'd do just about anything to have you wet his cock at this point. "Bet you wanna fuck her soooo bad, right?"

A dry laugh escapes him, soon turning into a breathless pant when your lewd whiny voice rings in his ears. "Please Seb, be— be good..."

He'd scold you for stuttering if he wasn't bound by your feet, the change in dynamic calling instead for him to squeeze his eyes shut and jut his hips forward some more, because at least pretending to fuck into your pretty little cunt is better than nothing. You're suffering the same as him, and he at least finds some comfort in that. Except, not really, because it's usually him that's causing your face to scrunch up all cute like that. It's him that has you on your knees, begging for a taste of his cock, or of Haley's cunt. To be in your position is positively humiliating, and he loves every second of it; like some gross pervert. Loves you both so much that it's difficult to swallow the current situation with any dignity, trembling on the ground for just a little attention, please?

Haley knows what she's doing to him too, he can see it in her eyes. How they narrow at him, practically beg for him to act out, to challenge her control. She's always been good at getting what she wants, and he can think of no other more suited to controlling him than her. Or at the very least his cock agrees, dripping profusely for her command, trembling in his pants from the way you look at him so sweetly, the shake in your legs when Haley positions you directly in front of him, and he can't look away from her travelling hand, dipping down to your pretty little cunt to spread your lips for his enjoyment. Or rather; punishment, seeing as all he can do is woefully stick his tongue out and heave, breath surely hot against your thighs from the way your nails dig into his hair in response, wanting to tug his head forward and yet awaiting the order like a good girl. So fucking hot, he ends up letting a moan drip from his tongue.

"C'mon baby, know y'want it—" He sighs against you, because his tongue is practically there already, just inches away from your aching cunt that Haley currently controls, and he can smell how needy you are. Just like him, yeah? He tries so hopelessly to tempt you into listening to him instead, despite his current position on the ground. "Want my tongue, right? Tell Haley to stop being so mean and—"

"Sebastian's being selfish, baby." Haley interrupts, a soft coo against your neck that promises better, and frustration settles thickly in his throat. "He wants his dirty tongue on you, don't let him confuse you sweetie."

But oh, the look of confusion is so cute on your face, furrowed brows and hazy eyes, your fingers idly playing with your sopping cunt like your natural state is to tease him into stupidity. You've been spending too much time around you girlfriend, he thinks. You're getting too good at rendering him pussy drunk.

Said girlfriend wraps her arms around your tummy, peeking out from over your shoulder as she gently embraces you. It'd be cute if not for the cunt in his face, and for the fact that his cock strains against the fabric of his jeans, begging to be released so you can see just how much he wants you. He cranes his neck, eager to bury his face between your thighs, before Haley selfishly tugs you away from him again.

"Not yet." She whispers down your ear, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck and jaw, guiding your face to hers again. It seems like she's taking great pleasure in torturing him, the feeling of her foot resting lightly on his cock only serving to frustrate him further; as well as cause more precum to leak from his surely red hot tip. And to make matters worse, the squelch of your cunt from Haley's fingers catches his attention, and he suddenly feels thirsty.

It's going to be a long night before he's able to put you in your place for teasing him so expertly, and he can't wait to have his cock glossy with your slick, to have Haley sobbing instead of him.

[yzashaven]

hii! i hope you’re having a lovely day/night! can i request a fatui!scara x reader where he comes home one night to find her crying alone in her bed because she’s insecure and scared she’s not good enough for him :(! thank you!

✰ ━━━ comforting you <3

FEATURING fatui!scaramouche x fem!reader

WARNINGS mentions of insecurities

NOTE tysm for this request! i fucking love soft fatui scara so much. the cunning and ever so mean harbinger that turns gentle and sweet for his special someone :( hope this is okay and that you enjoy it!!

"what a tiring day..." scaramouche sighs as he finally finishes his final task of the day. it's really late at night when he comes home so of course, the streets and the house is quiet. he calls out to you as soon as he enters. no response. so he begins to walk around the house, putting his big ass hat down before trying to find you. as he made his way upstairs into your bedroom, he can hear soft cries coming from the other side of the door. he immediately opens it up and walks inside, concerned about you and there he wishes his eyes were deceiving him. you were on the bed, hugging a pillow while burrying your face in it as a way to muffle your sad sobs.

scaramouche rushed to your side and stroked your head as he spoke in a gentle manner, "my love... w-what's wrong? did something happen?" you lifted up your face at the sound of his voice and he hurried to cup your cheek in his hand, his thumb wiping away your tears as they kept coming. "s-scara... i..." you couldn't speak properly. the only thing that left your lips were sounds of you sobbing, whimpering, and choking back tears. he looked at you with worry in his eyes and took you in his arms, embracing you with the warmth of his body. "tell me what's wrong, darling... i'll listen." you hugged him tight as your tears drenched his shoulder and through constant hics you tell him, "i just... feel like... y-you... you deserve betterㅡ" he parted away for you to face him as he kept listening to your words. "look at me... i'm not pretty, i'm not smart, i'm not strong. i'm just some random girl a-and... i'm n-not... good enough for youㅡ" he cut you off with a quick soft kiss on your lips, chuckling softly as he spoke. "oh, my love... you're the prettiest out of anything and everything in this world. you're intelligent and so strong, i've seen you."

he gives you a gentle smile, "...and you aren't just some random girl, you're way more than that. you're my one and only, someone very special and precious to me." "b-but what if... you leave me for someone who's more... more deserving of youㅡ" you begin to sob quietly again. "don't even think of finishing that sentence..." scaramouche says, "i won't leave you, never. i wish to be with you for as long as eternity. you have my word." he adds before taking your hand and kissing it tenderly. your cries start to die down as you calm yourself, "but... scara, you're a high ranking harbinger and i don't... even have a title that can compare to that. i-isn't it embarrassing for you to be with someone like... like me?" you look at him as tears start to form in your eyes once again. he sighs as he shakes his head and hugs you close to him, his hands finding their way to your soft locks, combing them with his fingers gently. "being a harbinger is nothing but a title. a part of my work. i'm not even the least bit embarrassed to tell anyone that i like you. and it's nobody's business who i get together with, who i chose to be with for the rest of my life."

"and that somebody just happens to be you." he locks his eyes filled with emotion and passion with yours. "you're the one i want, the one i need, and the one i love. okay?" scaramouche smiles after seeing you nod at his words. "...why me though?" he tilts his head before answering, "why not you? you're perfect for me and that's all that matters. i like youㅡ actually, no... i love you." you feel like crying again after hearing his words but not because of painful thoughts, but tears of joy... who could imagine someone so focused on his work, talks sharply to basically anyone he meets, and has an arrogant persona with a massive superiority complex would be able to say such sweet assuring words?

"are you sure...?" you look up at him and he wipes the remaining tears on your face, you decide to ask him one last question. "do you... do you love me?" he stops stroking your hair for a while before he lets out a chuckle, "of course i do. i love you so much." you could feel the truth and love in his words as you two share a gentle kiss. you were both cuddling in bed, exchanging words of love to each other along with a few kisses here and there. soon enough, you find yourself drifting off to sleep in his arms. he sighs softly and kisses your head, "goodnight, my love." watching you peacefully sleep for a while before falling into slumber himself.

[psychospore]

Parallel Lines

A/N: sharing the angst I'm feeling lol

Masterlist

Summary: You and Loki were truly, madly, deeply in love with each other - until he decided to marry the prettiest girl, the Princess of Alfheim.

Pairing: Prince!Loki x Low-Ranking Noble Asgardian!Reader

Warning: Angst, Mutual Pining, Lovers to Strangers

Finally, Prince Loki is getting married - not just to anyone but to the finest princess from Alfheim, much to everyone's delight except you.

He was your world, and you were his too once but fate is such a cruel mistress and here you are trying to hold back the tears as you walk towards the great hall to witness the marriage of your beloved to another woman - a woman who was leagues better than you could ever be.

You wanted to run away but as the daughter of a low-ranking noble, you were there to represent your house in the absence of your parents. Soon, you will swear your allegiance to the Prince and his new wife.

It was a grand celebration, grander than all you have seen before but you wanted to run home and cry as soon as it ends, and wallow in sadness. It felt like forever and each second of the ceremony stung like needles. Never did Loki glance in your direction all throughout, you doubt he even knew you were there or did he ever care? What hurt the most was when you saw Loki smiled as he cupped the cheek of his wife for a kiss.

Right after the wedding, the people crowded to cheer for the newlyweds but you decided it would be the best time to leave. As you walked away, tears pooled from your eyes and blurred your vision. It was too painful for you. Deep in your thoughts, you were startled when someone grabbed you by the wrist. It was Loki.

You stared at his solemn eyes for some time, eyes still red and stinging and words unable to form in your mouth.

"I'm sorry... I didn't know you would be here," he apologized.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, "Oh - I must have gotten something in my eye," you lied "Congratulations on your wedding. I'm so happy for you," another lie. Tears started to pool again.

You knew the Prince of Lies would see through it, but does it even matter what you feel. You did not come here on your own accord, it's just a formality as part of a noble house.

"I still love you," he said.

"You are a married man now, there's no room for me to be there in your heart. I have loved you greatly and I still do but you have found yourself a perfect match," you answered as a lump in your throat forms, breaking your voice.

"I have my duty to the people. Still, a selfish part of me yearns for you. Every time I look at her, it's you I desire - despite her perfection, it's you, always has and always will be, darling, "

"Please, no more excuses, Loki. What we were is but a figment of the past. Let her be the only one there in your heart. She deserves it. I am glad I've met you but there's no more "us" moving forward. May the gods grant me the selfish wish of never crossing paths again with you, not in this life or in another."

You walked away without hearing Loki's response - not once looking back. Loki fell to his knees in frustration and regret, but you are right - he made his decision when he accepted the proposal and you don't deserve to be hurt any longer. He lost the love of his life forever.

[promptling]

THIS IS . . . LAUFEY. ft. lyrics from the artist's "this is" playlist on spotify.

it always goes like this.

i'm so naive to think you loved me for me.

guess you're still growing up.

were you surprised by me when you took me home?

i can't even tell who you want to know.

you must have felt so damn deceived when you made up a version of me that you thought you'd love.

i am not your aphrodite.

you took me for a fool.

you stole my youth.

i'm not your fucking goddess.

don't you dare look at me that way.

she's so perfect.

i loved you from the start.

what's a girl to do?

this can't be right.

i've never had a shoulder to cry on.

everybody's falling in love and i'm falling behind.

all i've had is coffee and leftover pie.

i should stop.

one day, i will stop falling in love with you.

i'm just trying to understand what i am to you.

i don't mean to cry.

no matter how long i resist temptation, i will always lose.

i've done the math.

there's no solution.

we'll never last.

it's kind of weird.

can i say that?

i'm scared of flies.

i'm scared of guys.

i wish you love.

i set you free.

i'm reclaiming what's mine.

this city is way too small.

i'm taking back my life.

it's like a game of monopoly.

i wish that you were here right now.

what have you done to me?

i'll just sleep until i fall dead.

i've lost all sensibility.

i'm shaking.

i want to run away with you.

i'd like to sleep in till two on a sunday.

maybe i'm just old fashioned.

i want a love like i've seen in the movies.

i hate you when you're talking.

i love you so much that i settled for less.

you were my everything.

honestly, life has been much better since i spoke to you last.

it's come to my attention that i don't show enough of what i think.

it's only when i drink, i open up.

i'm sorry i made fun of it.

it's not your fault it looks like shit.

you're my best friend in the world.

some things never change.

a universe without you would be thoroughly mundane.

i've made my rounds.

i'm giving up.

i wish it would slow down.

prettiest girl that i know.

how can i compete with her?

i can be a little much.

i don't want to go to sleep yet.

i don't know where to look.

i know i sound stupid, i do.

that's what love will do to you.

he looked so serious.

do you like museums?

at one point, i just stopped listening.

[ashtons-lemon-tree]

True to North

I orphaned this fic on AO3 a while ago but wanted to repost it. Twas one of my first attempts at a songfic.

Originally written; 07/08/2020

Red red desert, Heal our blues

It had been a while since I'd seen Luke. I knew this relationship would come with him being gone for long spans of time. He'd send his usual 'good morning butterfly' but that was it. Right now I just wish he was home with me & Petunia.

I'd dive deeper for you, What a blessing to feel your love, Twilight moments with you

The tour was nearing the end, pictures from previous dates kept me from going insane. There was one of us at a carnival that Michael had taken. It was a double date with him & Crystal. We had just gotten off the spinning tea cups, her head leaning on my shoulder.

I've been asleep for so long, I'm so far away, Visions I see are strong, I hear what they say

Petunia has taken to sleeping with her head on my chest. Since he'd left for tour, I'd started raiding his closet for hoodies & sweatpants. Anything that smelled like Luke. Petunia must've picked up on that; sure knowing she's missing her dad.

Won't you leave all your fears at the edge of the world? I'll tell you again like I told you before

I remember how I'd been so nervous to ask her out. It took a game of truth or dare for it to happen. Calum had grown tired of my crush on her.

'You have her coffee order memorized, & a whole playlist for her whenever she's in the car'

'So?'

'Just ask her out already!'

It was Ashton's place, we'd all had a few beers when he suggested the game. Michael had first dared me to drink tzatziki sauce. I couldn't do it, ended up throwing up. 'Luke, truth or dare?'

'Truth'

'I dare you to take who you consider the prettiest person in here on a date'

I know neither him or Calum meant for it to be a dare. But I don't regret any of it. I know Arzaylea had broken his heart and made him hesitate when it came to start a new relationship. 

I’ve been asleep for so long,  wasting away

I had decided to surprise her, saying that I couldn't text her because the band was busy with interviews. Reality was I was on a plane back to my girls. I've been asleep so long, wasting away 'Luke?' 'Did I wake you?' 'Not as much as Tuney slapping me with her tail' I quickly claimed my side of the bed, letting her lay her head on my chest. The routine of that along with Petunia curling up at our feet returning.

~Fin~

[miamierre]

wonder

(word count: 1,246)

Charles jerks awake from where he’d fallen asleep on the couch—accidentally, he swears he’d just closed his eyes in front of the television for a second—as he hears Pierre call his name from across the house.

“Charles,” he calls again, and Charles groans loudly in response, rubbing at his eyes like he can hide the fact he’d just been asleep from his husband. With another low noise, he pushes up off from the cushions and walks towards the sound of Pierre’s voice.

When he strolls into the kitchen, he’s greeted to the sight of his husband holding their daughter in one arm, kitchen towel tossed over his shoulder, wooden spoon in his free hand. Pierre glances up and grins at him. “Cheri,” he murmurs as Charles wanders over to drop a kiss on Odette’s forehead, then one to match on Pierre’s. “You were asleep, weren’t you.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “I just closed my eyes—” Pierre chuckles, interrupting him, which sends their daughter into a fit of giggles from where she’s half-draped over Pierre’s shoulder. “Shut up,” he says to Pierre, although the sound of Odette’s laughter melts any attempt at a sarcastic quip that might have followed. Her eyes are bright with delight and her cheeks are so red that Charles suddenly understands all the little old ladies he used to roll his eyes at as a child. He does want to eat her up.

“Pierrot,” he says softly, remembering that he’s actually supposed to be doing something here. “What do you need, mon amour?” Pierre raises an eyebrow, smile curled on his face, before nodding towards Odette, who blinks at him with big eyes and yawns, soft, before planting back into Pierre’s shoulder. Ah.

“If you want dinner, bebe, I will need a free hand to do it.”

Charles laughs. “I always said I wished you had three arms,” he teases under his breath, and then flushes at the look Pierre gives him. Oops. "Sorry, sorry. I—yes, come here, mon ange, come to daddy.” Like they’ve done a hundred times before, Charles ducks forward and scoops their sleepy baby from Pierre’s shoulder, where she ends up nuzzled in the exact same position, face smushed against Charles’ t-shirt as she giggles sleepily. “There we go, cherie, see? Allllll better.” He kisses her cheek again and gets another little warble of laughter right in his ear.

“Thank you,” Pierre murmurs, leaning close to nuzzle at Charles’ cheek before turning back to the meal prep in front of him. “Papa has to make dinner for his favorite people, yes? Only the best for mon cygne, the prettiest girl in the world.” He’s mostly paying attention to the pot he’s stirring, but Charles still thinks the look on his face is devastating all the same. Pierre is always open like a book—has been that way his whole life, one of the many things Charles loves about him—but especially like this, tucked away in the privacy of their home with Odette.

“Thank you, papa,” Charles says, and then turns his head to O, who’s yawning again. “Can we say thank you to papa, mon ange? Thank you for dinner, papa?”

Odette babbles something that sounds like Charles’ words, and Pierre laughs.

“Anything for you, Odette,” he answers, and then turns fully towards dinner. Charles hums and bounces Odette in his arms, earning another giggle.

“You are fluent already, cherie,” Charles tells her, beaming. “You sound just like papa, you are so smart.” He kisses her cheek again and she shouts delightedly right in his ear. “Oof.” With the hearing he hasn’t temporarily lost, Charles catches Pierre’s chuckle, and warm affection stretches wide in his gut, catlike. “Mmm, does my beautiful baby want to come on a walk with her daddy?”

“Charlito, dinner isn’t going to take that long,” Pierre says, head on a swivel to deliver a typical are you serious face, raised eyebrows and all.

Ah, well. It’s probably too cold outside, and he’s comfortable in his lounge clothes to really change, anyway. “We will just take a little walk around the house, papa,” he replies with a smile, taking one of Odette’s hands in his own and waving it around. “Just a little walk, I promise. Isn’t that right, ma cherie.” The little girl in his arms squeaks happily. “We will not even leave your sight, Pierrot.”

Pierre chuckles. “You leave my sight all you want, cher, but you keep my baby close.”

Charles scoffs. “Your baby,” he says flatly, and then bounces O in his arms again as he meanders back towards the couch. “You are our baby, cherie, do not let papa fill your head with silly little ideas.” He kisses her head again. “Ours and nobody else’s. Our cherie amour.” Odette blinks at him, eyes big, and babbles a response that Charles is endlessly endeared by.

With a little sigh, he sinks onto the arm of their sofa, Odette still nestled in his shoulder. “Cherie amour,” he repeats softly, squeezing her a little. “You are just like that little song, yes?” With another kiss to her head, Charles begins humming, Stevie Wonder’s lyrics half-conjured up in his head. “Lovely as a summer’s day,” he whisper-sings, squeezing her again. Odette giggles. “My cherie amour, distant as the milky wayyyy.” Charles sways a little, the closest he’ll get to dancing without Pierre in tow. O yawns, another sentence of babbling spilling into Charles’ ear, albeit softer this time.

“Charles,” Pierre says, looking out at where they’re perched from the kitchen counter. “Are you really singing that song?”

Charles laughs quietly, ignoring Pierre for a beat in favor of continuing to croon to their daughter. “My cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore,” he dots a kiss to her head, “You’re the only girl my heart beats for.” And then, turning his head towards Pierre: “It is catchy,�� he insists, shaking his head at Pierre’s disbelieving expression. “Even if it is a disaster for the French language.”

Pierre cackles. “It is a disaster, isn’t it,” he echoes. And then, with another, softer laugh, he joins in. “La la laaa la la la,” he sings, loud and incredibly off key. Charles snorts, ducking forward and tucking Odette closer in the process. She squeaks in his arms, right in his ear again.

“Pierrot, oh my god—how can you play piano and not have pitch to save your life.” Charles stands up again and walks the two of them back into the kitchen, where Pierre’s singing continues at a softer volume. He hums as he stirs the pot of soup before him, clearly not remembering all the lyrics but not seeming particularly bothered by it.

“Darling,” he mutters with a grin, “not all of us can be master pianists with a side hobby of racing, you know.” Charles snorts at the commentary. “I hope you will forgive me for not sounding like Stevie Wonder.”

“I will forgive you if dinner is good tonight, cher,” he answers, grinning at his husband. Pierre just groans.

“Dinner is always good when I cook,” he corrects, narrowing his eyes just a little at Charles’ amusement. “You are lucky our little girl is here because I have some choice words for you, Charlito.” Like she knows she’s being talked about, Odette giggles, untucking herself from Charles’ shoulder and reaching out for Pierre.

Charles just bats his lashes innocently. “I look forward to hearing them later, mon amour.”

[ateezyuri]

a to z with . . . yuri !

a is for ... “ATINY are the prettiest and most loveliest people in the world...i love you more than my cats!”

b is for ... “BITCH, you better be joking.” “never quote euphoria again.”

c is for ... “CATS are forever superior. i don’t care if leo keeps knocking your stuff down! he does it to show his love! hONGJOONG DO NOT THREATEN MY CHILD!”

d is for ... “DUDE — i am just trying to summon good vibes, i am NOT trying to hex wooyoung...why would you say that?”

e is for ... “ENOUGH of this madness!! if i hear the ponytail song ONE more time, i will rip someone’s head off.”

f is for ... “FRIENDS who really love you will deal with you even if you are being the most annoying or most overdramatic person ever. ateez deals with me all the time — so i think that they are my best friends.”

g is for ... “GUYS, GUYS, GUYS! will you PLEASE stop trying to manhandle me? LET ME WIN PLEASE, WHEN HAVE I EVER WRONGED YOU?”

h is for ... “HONGJOONG said i wasn’t allowed to attempt to murder my members...but hongjoong isn’t here so you better choose your last words wisely!”

i is for ... “I’M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR, AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY COMING HOME FROM THE BAR, SAID ‘I’M FINE’ BUT IT WASNT TRUE — I DONT WANNA KEEP SECERTS JUST TO KEEP YOU AND I SNUCK IN THROUGH THE GARDEN GATE EVERY NIGHT THAT SUMMER JUSTER TO SEAL MY FATE — AND I SCREAMED FOR WHATEVER IT’S WORTH — I LOVE YOU AINT THAT THE WORST THING YOUVE EVER HEARD?”

j is for ... “JOKES on you, i already cry myself to sleep every night — so your comment didnt mean shit to me!”

k is for ... “KILLING eve is one of the best t.v series ever. i would let eve and villanelle run me over and call it a day.” “YURI?!?” “I WAS JOKING!”

l is for ... “LETS be honest...i AM the hottest person in the room right now.”

m is for ... “MINT chocolate chip icecream is for hot people only — if you don’t like it then...sucks to suck i guess.”

n is for ... “NEVER thought i would say this...but wooyoung is right, for once.”

o is for ... “ORIGINALLY, i was going to tell jongho i loved him. but now it’s time to unlock phase two — blackmail him.” “YURI NO—"

p is for ... “PAIN. all i feel is pain.”

q is for ... “QUICK! spit in yunho’s drink! i’m not doing it — you can face his wrath, and if he asks, i had nothing to do with this.”

r is for ... “RESPECTFULLY fuck off if you dont like taylor swift, this is NOT a safe spot for taylor swift haters. end of discussion.”

s is for ... “SANNIE is just like a little kitten, he’ll come up to me, lean his head down and ask for head pets. somedays i just want to put him in a chokehold and give him all the loves.” “you mean a hug?” “yeah that too.”

t is for ... “TEEZERS? are you calling us teezers because we always spoil?” “you mean YOU always spoil?” “....what makes you say that?”

u is for ... “UNTIL you give me a valid reason on why i should not self sabotage tonight — i am going to do it. and telling me my therapist wouldnt be proud is NOT going to do it.”

v is for ... “VERY bold of you to assume i know how to do basic math — i got held back a year for a reason.”

w is for ... “WHENEVER i think i have it bad (living with boys), i remember others have it worse.” “who?” “lottie.”

x is for ... “XOXO, a mentally ill bitch.”

y is for ... “YUQI is my favorite person in the world, she’s my girl — she’s my best friend! i love her so so so much, i don’t know what i’d do without her.”

z is for ... “ZOOM in on hongjoong, doesn’t he look so cute right now?” “do you have a death wish?” “i’m not scared of no man, especially not joongje, LOOK HOW SOFT HE LOOKS!”

tags: @chaerincore @atzaria @softieteez @ateezjuliet @lunarxsun @m00niesk7 @filmyoongs @shinyddeonghwa

[plumpycakemix]

“wish you were sober”

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong

Description: Just read this piece of words while listening to “Wish you were sober” by Conan Gray, trust me.

Note: LeonAda but make it painful (like they always have been) English is not my first language and I wrote this in like 10 minutes so please dont mind me if there is any grammar error T_T

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“Leon, come on, dont be such a bitch.”

As Ada saying, she was leaning on the bar with the 5fth shot of tequila in her hand. She looks at the young man in front, slowly sipping the margarita he called. He slipping it slowly, maybe for build up a cool man figure, or just simply because he hates the taste of it. But he does not think the girl beside him right now is afraid of anything ever.

Ada is the girl he ever dream for. She only exist in his wildest dream, like the prettiest star on the sky that he can not touch, only able to adore from afar. And he does not think of a future with both them in it. He can be the Sun, and Ada is the Moon. So close, yet so far. So familiar, yet too damn strange. It feels like a fever dream. Burning him from the inside out.

“What is it? Too stunned staring at my new ripped jeans?” - Ada said, notice Leon being a little zoned out.

“Cut it off Ada”

She let out a soft chuckle. A tight tee with ripped jeans look too great to be true on her.

The party only go wilder and wilder, and so does Ada. She let herself completely blend into the crowd. Something Leon can never exprerience once in his life, and maybe ever. He hates loud noises. The concept of jumping and dancing and screaming like a maniac in between hundreds of stranger give him a sort of extremely uneasy feelings. Nevertheless the fact that is, why the hell is he here, at a party? I guess we all know.

“You dont even know him enough to trade drinks Ada, thats crazy!”

“What? Thats how party work idiot!” - Ada mumbling at Leon as he trying to get her inside the car.

Leon feels like she can pass out right at that moment. He sighed, thinking to himself “Story of my life..” when slowly starting the car to drive her home.

Suddenly, Ada touch Leon hand softly. But tighter than ever she has been touched his hands. Leon look back at her. With the eyes of mixed feelings. Some surprise, some curiousity, some hard emotions he can not name. He feel his throat dried up a little bit.

When Ada lean in to bring him into a kiss.

A slight kiss. Their lips only touch for a matter of second before it breaks to nothingness again. Leon was in shock. He can not deny he was leaning closer, please for the moment to never end. He was trying to stay with it for a little bit longer, even for just one second or two. But it fades away. Just as fast as how it comes.

Ada looks at him. She looks sober, yet drunk more than ever. With a genuine look in her eyes. She hold his hand tightly, as if she let it go, she will lose him to the dark forever. Moreover, he will lose her. And Ada close her eyes. Let herself escape from the situation she just got herself in. Left Leon with thousands of questions that he might never get a proper answer.

He smile. Bitterly. It feels like a fate they can not get away with. She feels like a curse in his mind. That he can not, or even wants to, get rid of. Ada is like a drug, a cigarette, a cup of tequila, or all the toxic but addictive chemical on this world he can list out. Clearly, so obviously, he knows how much it hurts. He just can not let her go. As if she is a part of him. A part of his soul. A part of his life.

A part of his destiny.

“Real sweet, but i wish you were sober.”

[pastelwitchybabygirl]

All 25 👀

HHHHHHHH okay, but I won't answer the ones I just did!

1: are you single?

Nope, I'm in a polycule of 3 people.

2: do you like anyone right now?

Yes, one of my best friends, I have a thing for cute girls with pink/purple hair (or girls specifically who are just my friend)

3: how do you act when you have a crush?

I am so brave in text and so NOT in person, so I will text and flirt and I am a fan of urging them to love themselves a bit and reward them for doing so.

4: which gender(s) are you into?

Loaded question. I kinda do not care? I identify most with lesbianism, but I am with a male partner right now and a female partner as well, and they both tell me I'm just a lesbian.

5: how long do you need to know someone before you can develop feelings for them?

Not long at all, I am a crusher for sure

6: are you usually the first one to make a move?

In the past, it's been 50/50, both of my partners who are with me are with me because I made the first move. I'm not exactly the prettiest person in the world, so I just know if I don't shoot my shot, nobody will ever look my way. I coast a lot on charisma.

7: how could someone make you swoon?

Manhandle me. Seriously, move me around, grab my chin, hover over me, tug my hair, jfc just touch me

9: do you like pda?

Yes, I love PDA, I wish my partners were both affectionate, one of mine doesn't like touch in public...

10: do you get flustered when someone is flirting with you?

In person, yes, but sometimes over text I can put my phone down and go take a quick lap around my home and come back just fine.

12: how do you show affection?

I cook. I make food, I touch, I buy gifts or make gifts for people. My love language is acts of service, so I just want my lovers to be provided for. Both are irritatingly independent.

13: would you consider being with multiple people romantically?

Lmao please see polycule

14: do you like playing footsies?

I'm gonna be a priss, but only if your feet aint scaly, because if your heels are catching on my nice silk pajama pants, I will kill you and I will not feel remorse.

16: do you like being kissed (and if so, where)?

God, where do I not like it? I love my ears being bit when kissing, I like my neck for people I trust, my shoulders, lips, I love making out, jfc. \

18: favorite massage technique?

Oof ummmm I never like partners to do it because both of mine complain about doing it

19: which spots are your sensitive spots?

Inner thighs, my boobs are SOOO sensitive, like biting feels amazing but I get super writhy. Consider me 5'5 of just being sensitive.

20: do you prefer when people are rough or gentle with you?

Gentle on my neck, but everywhere else, go nuts

21: do you like to take charge or do you like being handled?

Please handle me, I'm desperate.

22: what’s your favorite flirty move?

Putting my hand on people's inner thigh and stroking softly

23: describe a time you won someone over with flirting

I was so awkward that I accidentally asked out my first girlfriend practicing to ask someone else out and she thought it was cute

24: describe a time someone won you over with flirting

My fiance kissed me for the first time using just one finger to move my gaze and ohghghgohwoihghighfuckingchrist

25: vague about someone you like romantically or platonically

I'm not vague. Bestie, I know you read my posts, if you were not two states over, I would be IN you every night

[goremet-chef]

not home rn but i miss my cat

literally left this morning and im coming back tomorrow so its only a day but. saw relatives and met a bunch of animals and it was nice they were all very sweet but i miss mine

idk i just. the bond we have is like.. special? to me it is. shes the most important thing in the whole world to me, i live for her. i know also like???

it's an interesting overlay, between owning a pet and having BPD. i think having a pet as an FP is just so much better. no complex human emotions and connections. ill never really feel betrayed or abandoned cuz she's just a cat, she wouldn't do anything to HURT me, y'know? so even if i do feel momentarily hurt by something, it goes away cuz i know better

plus she's just not like my other pets. even our other cats. like no disrespect, love them but they just feel real cat-ish. Miko is more than that. she just likes to spend time and be real close, i read her better than i can read people. shes everything to me

i always get horribly homesick when im away from her, it's like leaving a part of myself home. any trips we take are BITTERSWEET cuz i might be having fun but nothing compares to cuddling up with her in bed, just knowing shes there waiting for me hurts so bad

admittedly it's a bit of a sore spot. before i came to live with my mom, Miko belonged to my older sister. my sister can't read animals to save her life, she's left 2 cats with us and fucked off. gets them cuz she thinks she wants them and moves on

they found miko in a parking lot, seemed like she was abandoned by her mom. and then she was abandoned by my sister, not like. EXTREMELY cuz obviously the other people in the house took care of her but Knowing she was just.. alone all the time.

knowing she could be lonely makes me so sad, i never want her to feel abandoned ever again. my family says i think too much, but i can't help it. I love her so much it hurts, i miss her a lot. i just hope she knows id never leave her behind, i wish she could understand me when i tell her she's the prettiest girl in the whole world, when i tell her how much i love her

i feel so lucky that she's so affectionate with me. shes not with anyone else, just me. it makes me feel so special, guhhhh

im only making myself miss her more but im overwhelmed i need to make miko appreciation post

here's some pics

like she has no idea id do ANYTHING for her, she doesn't know she's my top priority all the time. it's the least i could do honestly

[teenageread]

Review: Rain Remembers

Synopsis:

 In the companion novel to the critically acclaimed Rain Rising , Rain must once again find the strength to rise above. The start of the school year is bringing a lot of changes for New school. No Circle Group. No Dr. McCalla. No Miss Walia. No step team. And Xander, her older brother and superhero, is away at college. Although everyone else seems okay with change, Rain struggles to open up to her new counselor, her mom, Umi, Alyssa, and even Xander, who seems to have forgotten all about her while away at college. But when an older boy starts giving Rain more attention than she asked for—will she be able to open up again before things go too far?

Plot:

Rain Washington is about to start high school, and like every other freshman she is nervous to leave her middle school behind. With Xavier in university, at home it becomes just Rain and her mom. When Xavier Facetimes her and asked about school, Rain finds it difficult to voice her fears outside. With none of her usual doctors, or her Circle Group, Rain finds herself lost in this new environment. Even Umi and Alyssa, her best friends, cannot help her all the time as they have different schedules than Rain. High school seemed like it was going to suck until Rain met Tommy. In her all grades gym class, Tommy is a sophomore, who thinks Rain is cute and texts her at night to ask about her day. Yet in the hallway, Tommy does not glance sideways at her, even as he walks right past her in their shared class. Tommy makes her feel like the prettiest girl in the world, but only when they are alone, and because of this, Rain finds it difficult to tell Umi and Alyssa what's going on. With crisis after crisis appearing in Rain's life as she tries to navigate her own environment, Rain begins to realize that her voice matters, and must find a way to allow herself to speak her truth.

Thoughts: 

Courtne Comrie is back giving us this, honestly, short story about Rain and her first few months in high school. Comrie makes this novel unique as it is written in verse style, making the novel fly through your hands and making the plot happen quickly. As a sequel, Comrie hints at what happened to the first novel, but never explains it to readers who might (like me) just have read this novel. Referring to Xavier’s accident, Nara being an ex-friend, and the fact that Rain is going into high school holding anxiety due to the trauma from the first novel. Despite never explaining, Comrie makes it easy for readers to relate to Rain and see where she is coming from. From (what I assume) the first novel, there is less family dynamic in this novel. Rain lives with her mother, whom she rarely mentions, and Xavier just moved out but calls frequently. Seeing how caring Xavier is towards his sister is heartwarming, as their relationship dynamic is beautiful and uplifting, making you wish only the best for our sibling pair. Rain’s anxiety of new situations and not feeling comfortable in her own skin is something that I think all readers can relate to as it is something that we have all probably gone through. I really love how Comrie painted Tommy, as he’s the guy that I think everyone has met in their life, and is a good lesson for young readers to have as they see Tommy ignore Rain in public, only to text her when he’s alone. Where there is no overarching plot to the story, besides the Tommy romance, Comrie readers just take readers through the first few months of Rain’s life in high school and the obstacles that come her way, and how she overcomes them to lead a brighter future.

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