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wildrangers · 2 months

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I Wish You Would // William Nylander

Tropes & Topics: childhood friends to enemies to lovers, resolved angst, poor communication, angst

Word Count: 4K

{This is my submission for @typical-simplelove for The Summer Fic Exchange 2k24, organized by the amazing @wyattjohnston!)

Will checked the time on his phone for what felt like the hundredth time this morning. He knew there were hours left to go before you and your family arrived but his nerves were forcing him to watch time too closely. He’d seen your parents and brother, Ryan, numerous times over the years. You, however, he hadn’t seen or spoken to in over a decade.

As kids, you two had been thick as thieves for the few years both of your dads played together on the Rangers. But a lot had changed since then, most of which his foolish teenage self had put into motion. Still, as Will realized how close he was to seeing you again, his heart skipped a beat while dread dropped his stomach.

Will was beyond excited for his first family skate at Madison Square Garden. He’d gone to a few games already but actually being on the ice? He was jumping out of his skin with excitement, much to his mother’s annoyance and father’s amusement.

When his skates finally hit the ice, he slowly circled the rink, eyes wide as he took in the arena surrounding him. He was so engrossed he nearly collided with you, quickly grabbing your arms to steady you, you doing the same to him.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?” he asked, worried he’d get in trouble.

“Yeah, are you?” you replied and he nodded, quickly removing his hands from your shoulders.

“I’m Y/N, who are you? You’re new.”

“Willy.”

“That’s a silly name” you giggled and his cheeks flamed hot.

“It is not!” he replied, frowning deeply. You simply shrugged, seemingly letting it drop.

“Do you want to race?” you asked and he nodded, counting down only for you to jump the gun and leave on 2.

“Hey!” he shouted, annoyed, but couldn’t fight his smile at the peal of your laughter ahead of him. He quickly was catching up, convinced he’d easily lap you as the distance closed between you. Just as he was about to reach you, your legs pumped even faster somehow and you crossed the imaginary finish line, fists pumping in victory. “That doesn’t count, you cheated!”

“If you’re embarrassed to lose to a girl, you shouldn’t have raced me.”

“That’s not it, my sisters beat me in races all the time. It’s the cheating that makes it not count.”

You stared him down as you caught your breath and then finally nodded. “Redo?”

“Redo.”

***

“If you sigh one more time, I’m going to push you out of this car” your brother threatened and you rolled your eyes dramatically at him.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this.”

“You know how important this is to mom” he argued and you pointedly sigh again, making him groan in annoyance.

“I know, which is why I’m here.” A long comfortable silence fell, each to your own thoughts.

“What even happened with you and Will?” he questioned quietly. When you didn’t answer he pushed on, “You never told any of us.”

“Some things aren’t worth revisiting, Ryan.”

***

You were bouncing out of your seat in excitement as your family’s rental car rolled up the final hill before reaching the Nylander house. “Can you calm down?” Ryan groaned but you ignored him.

Willy and you had grown close during the two years your dads played for the Rangers together. You were both fiercely competitive and obsessed with hockey which easily forged a strong bond. Willy’s dad had re-signed elsewhere during the last off-season though so you hadn’t seen him since early fall when his new team had come to the Garden. You and Will had made the most of the quick visit, skating at Central Park and eating with your families at your favorite restaurants. You hadn’t realized how much you relied on his friendship until it was gone, so you’d been looking forward to this trip to Sweden for half the season.

“Oh there it is!” you cheered and were out of the car as soon as it was parked, despite your mom yelling to be more careful. You quickly greeted his parents and sisters as they ushered you into the house.

“Will and Alex are out back with a couple friends, we’ll come out with dinner soon” his mom informed you, sending you eagerly sprinting out the sliding glass doors.

You quickly spotted the two blonde brothers alongside a couple of boys you didn’t know. “Hey guys!” you called and Alex greeted you with a wave and a smile. You were a little confused when Will just nodded at you without coming closer; you were used to hugging your hello’s.

You much more slowly approached the group and were grateful when Alex opened his arms for a hug. You naturally moved to grip Willy next but he didn’t return the hug, causing you to frown at him.

“You okay?”

Yeah, I’m great, we’re just in the middle of a game. We’ll see you at dinner, yeah?” Will said, turning his back and kicking the soccer ball at his feet.

You flinched at his coldness and Alex sent you a sympathetic frown before you turned and went inside. What changed? You knew you two weren’t chatting as much but you didn’t realize something was wrong. You feigned exhaustion from your trip and laid down in your guest bed, declining to go down for dinner.

“Everything okay, sweetie?” your mom asked, gently laying a plate on your bed and placing her hand to your forehead.

“Yeah, I just think the travel caught up to me.”

“Will you be up for a skate after dinner? They wanted to show us their local rink.”

“Sure, yeah, I think so” you nodded, eager to have the common ground of hockey with Will again.

As you joined the Nylanders for the drive, Alex talked your ear off but Will was distant, eyes firmly focused out the window. When you all were in the rink, skates tied tightly and beginning to warm up, you reapproached Will, easily matching his pace. “Are you mad at me or something?” you asked quietly, not wanting anyone to eavesdrop.

“No, I’m not,” he said but didn’t say anything else.

“You’re acting weird, I don’t understand” you pushed, angry at the tears forming behind your eyes and clogging your throat.

“We’re teenagers now, I don’t want to be hanging around a girl as a friend. It doesn’t make sense.”

You tried to process his words but came up blank, “Will, of course we can still be friends.” You noted his flushed face and couldn’t fathom why he was avoiding you and trying to end your friendship just because you were both 13 now. You said the only thing you could think of: “Can we just race?”

“Will you leave me alone if I do?” he spat back and you shoved him, not quite playfully, with your shoulder.

“Only if you win” you goaded and he counted down from 3 before you two were off. You’d been working hard on your skating and were pleased to find yourself in the lead. You didn’t have much size on you yet so to stay on your team’s roster, speed and skill were critical.

As you rounded the final corner with Will close on your heels, you heard him huff in frustration before making himself even with you. You focused, pumping your legs faster, when suddenly Willy veered dangerously close to you. Without thinking, you cut away but lost your edge, flying into the boards shoulder fist.

“Crap, are you okay?” he asked, breathless.

“You did that on purpose you asshole!” you shrieked, quickly getting back on your feet.

“Y/N, language!” your father chastised.

“He did! You were going to lose and you went to trip me” you glared fiercely at him and he didn’t argue your point. The tense silence stretched between you and your families before Willy finally raised his eyes to meet yours. “You’re pathetic, William” you spat, quickly leaving the ice, Ryan close behind.

***

As you stepped out of your rental, Will felt like he was staring at a ghost. As kids, you’d always been cute but you were stunning now. He wasn’t surprised; he recalled with embarrassment how flustered he’d felt during your first trip to Sweden. He understood now he’d had a crush on you but at the time, he just didn’t like these new uncomfortable feelings or how his friends had teased him about having a friend for a girl who wasn’t a girlfriend.

He was so lost in his thoughts, he startled slightly when you were suddenly directly before him. “Sorry, wasn’t trying to spook you there” you said blandly, eyes cold. “Wouldn’t want you to trip and hurt yourself.”

He ignored the pointed reference to his previously embarrassing actions replying, “How was your flight?”

“It was fine, thanks” you replied, offering a smile that didn’t remotely reach your eyes. “How was your season? What year is it now in the big leagues?”

Shame flooded his system as your words pulled another memory to mind, the last time he’d seen you before being cut completely from your life.

***

It was the final night of your family’s annual trip to Sweden. He hated these visits. They reminded him of how close you’d been and how much he’d blown your friendship up. But he didn’t know how to fix it so he kept his distance, ignoring your brother’s constant glares as you grew closer to Alex and his sisters. Since the girls were younger than you, they were absolutely obsessed, clinging to every word you said and subtly copying your mannerisms. He’d have found it endearing if it didn’t mean he’d have constant reminders of you long after you’d left the country.

Somehow, you two ended up next to one another at the restaurant but you were dutifully ignoring each other. The girls got sleepy before dessert though so Alex offered to drive them home so your parents could enjoy the visit longer; this left you, Ryan, and him on one side of the table, deathly quiet in comparison to the uproarious conversation your parents were having. Ryan excused himself to go to the restroom and Will couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

“So, what are your plans once you’re back home?”

“I leave for UConn in a few weeks.”

Another torturous silence descended and he filled it without thinking, “I have the draft in a couple weeks. Though that’s nothing compared to getting ready for D1 hockey” he smiled but the painful look that crossed your face stopped him in his tracks. “Hey, I didn’t mean–”

“Didn’t mean to what, William? Belittle me getting into one of the best women hockey programs in the country? Tease me since you know I’ll never be able to make an actual living as a pro?”

“No, that’s not what I–”

“You don’t think I realized a long time ago that you won our competitions just by being a dude?” you retorted, voice quiet but filled with pain and fury as he saw tears forming in your eyes.

“I’ve never thought of it that way, I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

“The mood that you’ve left us in for years now because of your childishness? Your pettiness? Well, don’t worry, you won’t have to think about dealing with me any longer.”

“Y/N/N, wait” you begged, hand reaching for yours instinctively. You ripped it away, anger and sadness all over your face–pain that he’d inadvertently put there again. The entire table fell silent.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore, William” you spat, stalking towards your brother who’d just emerged from the bathroom. “Take me home, Ry.”

***

And that had been the last time he’d ever seen you for over a decade now. He’d look at your social media occasionally before you’d privated it several years back but you’d fully shut him out that fateful evening despite remaining in contact with the rest of his family. You’d also steadfastly refused to do the family trips and while both sides were curious about what had occurred, neither of you had given details. Will’s silence on the matter was born from embarrassment; he never knew why you didn’t just throw him under the bus–he deserved it.

The dinner that evening passed smoothly, you choosing your seat as far from Will as possible. He was relieved to see your shoulders loosen and your smile grow more genuine as the evening progressed, your armor against him not keeping you from the rest of your childhood friends.

That night, he was tossing and turning as each key moment replayed painfully in his mind. He sighed, finally rising from bed around 1AM to go outside and get some fresh air. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you, curled up in a blanket, eyes focused on the dying fire before you. He tried to turn back around but bumped into the grill, causing a terrible metal ringing sound to pierce the quiet night.

He glanced your way to find your eyes firmly on him. “Were you trying to sneak away?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say sneak, I just didn’t want to bother you” he replied, cheeks warming.

“It's your house, William.”

“Yeah but you’re the guest” he argued and you shrugged. You two held eye contact for a moment. “Are you sure you don’t mind if I join you?”

Your only response was to slide over on the couch, making plenty of room for him to sit beside you. A silence descended but Will refused to not take this chance to fix what he could. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. For all the shit I pulled when we were kids. And I’m sorry I never apologized before now, I just didn't want to make things worse.”

You snorted, “How could things have gotten worse?”

He thought it over, “I guess I meant I didn’t want to hurt you more.”

You finally looked at him again and he withstood your sharp eyes assessing him and his words. “Did you mean to trip me?”

“No, never” he swore, turning to face you fully. “I wanted to spook you to win, which was dirty, but I never wanted to hurt you.”

You nodded and a brief smile crossed your mouth, “It seems silly now, we were so young.”

“Yeah but we both know it wasn’t the tripping that sealed the deal” he admitted quietly. “That was a shitty thing to say and I knew better.”

“You didn’t though” you argued and he frowned. “We weren’t adults yet, Will. You felt awkward and tried to tease me like you had when we were kids because you didn’t know what else to do. You didn’t know you were salting an open wound.”

“You did amazing at UConn” he offered and was met with a genuine smile.

“You watched?”

“All the time” he admitted, scratching the back of his head.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“It does?”

“Yeah, Will. You were important to me as a kid and those feelings never went away, there was just so much confusion and pain on top of them. I was over the moon when you got drafted to Toronto. I started and deleted like dozens of congratulations texts” you admitted and he grinned.

“Thanks, Y/N/N” he said without thinking. “Shit, sorry.”

“No, it’s fine Willy” you said sincerely, and he froze in place as you shifted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He tentatively wrapped an arm around you and you burrowed in deeper. It felt so right to have you this close to him again.

After a comfortable silence, he felt you yawn beside him and he gently pinched your arm. “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

He felt you nod against him before moving away to stretch your arms; he followed the movement, taken by how graceful you still were all these years later.

“Can we have a fresh start?” he requested. “I’ve missed you.”

“Fresh start” you agreed, offering your hand, which he eagerly took in his own to shake firmly. His heart stuttered when you didn’t remove it from his grasp so he gently helped you up. Hope flooded his system as your hands remained intertwined as he escorted you to your room.

At your door, you pulled him into a tight embrace. “Want to get coffee and breakfast tomorrow? Just us two?” you asked and he nodded eagerly before releasing you.

“It’s a date.”

***

You slept much better than expected and woke the next morning feeling rested and relieved. You were glad Will had found you the night before and hopeful the rift could be mended.

He’d hurt you as a kid, there was no denying that. But as time passed, you realized that he never had ill intentions. And part of what you’d loved about him as a kid was how silly and impulsive he’d been–you just hadn’t anticipated how those same traits could cause such unintentional damage.

As you finished fixing your hair you heard a knock on the door, “Come in!”

Will poked his head in, “Ready to go? You look wonderful.”

You preened at his praise, surprised and a little embarrassed that your long ago crush seemed to have not shrunk over your many years apart.

At the coffee shop, you were shocked when we remembered all your favorite Swedish pastries as he ordered for the table. You’d been too young when you’d last been together for him to know your coffee order though so you gave that yourself.

“Thanks, Will, I appreciate it” you grinned once you two were settled with your treats.

“I’m happy to” he smiled at you and it caused your heart to stutter slightly. He sat before you a grown man but his smile hadn’t lost its boyishness. “So, how’s life been? Your parents share the basics sometimes but I don’t really know much else.”

You reflected on the last decade, debating what was worth mentioning. “Well, I graduated from UConn with my physical therapy and business double majors.”

“And two championships” he added and you laughed, shaking your head.

“I still can’t believe you kept tabs on my hockey like that,” you admitted.

“It was the least I could do. I always knew you were an amazing player and getting to see it play out on TV was cool, though I wish I could have been there for some of the bigger moments.”

His admission brought tears to your eyes but you quickly blinked them away as you cleared your throat. “Thanks, Willy. I wish you’d been there too, I’ve missed you.”

He smiled sadly at your words, “And now?”

Your anxiety spiked, dreading having to share this information. “I bounced around doing hockey PT at a few different colleges in the US before I joined the University of Toronto training staff about five years ago.”

Silence filled the space and you forced yourself to finally meet his gaze. Pain was in his eyes but you could see he was trying to hide it.

“That’s amazing, congratulations” he offered and you nodded your thanks. “How did I not know we’ve been in the same city all these years?”

“It’s a big city.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

You sighed, nodding your agreement, “I asked everyone not to mention it to you. You were busy, I was busy, and at that point five years had passed, we weren’t friends anymore. I didn’t want to pick the scab. Plus, what would you have done if you’d known?”

“I’d have reached out as soon as I knew you were there. I just never wanted to do it over the phone but if I knew you were in Toronto? I would’ve apologized even if you never forgave me.”

His sincerity clogged your throat with emotions, “I’m sorry, I was scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of you knowing I was there and not caring enough to reach out. To have it confirmed that our lives had separated too much to repair the gap. I mean, you play for the Leafs now, and I’m just…me.”

“Hey” he said sternly, pulling your eyes back to his face. He reached for your hand and you gladly let him run soothing circles on your palm. “You’re you, Y/N/N. Not just you. I would never have even thought to think of it the way you just did.”

“Was that a sentence?” you teased and he threw his head back in laughter and it filled you with joy; you’d forgotten what a marvelous sound it was to experience, to cause.

“I never claimed to be brilliant, okay?” he responded and you giggled, squeezing his hand. “When we’re both back in the city, can we please meet up? I’d love to have you at a game or just to meet my friends. That place is home now.”

You nodded, “I’d love that…and it is for me too. This season, I’m actually doing my first year as an assistant coach.”

“Tell me everything, that’s amazing!”

And you did, words flowing easily between you now. You were both relieved and shocked that your connection, forged so many years ago and ignored for even longer, healed so quickly, so effortlessly. You’d forgotten how charming he is, how at ease he makes you feel, how much he always encouraged you.

Before you knew it, your phone was ringing because it was well past lunch and Ryan was worried they couldn’t find you.

“Should we head back? I know the big welcome bash is tonight.”

“Want to grab some lunch, just us first?” Will asked and you nodded eagerly, texting your brother the update before following Willy to one of his favorite spots.

***

That night, the Nylander estate was flooded with extended family and friends. There was amazing food, plenty of booze, and music played long into the night.

“Well, now that you two are all good, can you please tell me what happened?” Ryan pushed and you shoved him with your shoulders.

“No, it makes even less sense now. It was stupid and it’s done, alright?”

“Fine, fine” he sighed dramatically and you rolled your eyes. “I’m glad you came, sis.”

“Don’t get sappy on me now” you teased and he chuckled. You heard your name called from the dance floor and you laughed at Will’s sisters motioning for you to join them.

You easily waded into the crowd, losing yourself in the music and enjoying some of your best friends’ company–these girls were like little sisters to you. Before long, Will and Alex had joined and you weren’t sure how much time had passed but you suddenly realized how closely you were dancing with Willy.

“You look beautiful” he said directly into your ear, wanting to make sure you heard him over the music but that no one else could.

“Thanks” you replied, feeling shy, as you ducked your head. The strand of hair that consequently fell in your face was gently brushed aside by Will’s gentle, calloused fingers. Your eyes rose to meet his as he tucked your hair behind your ears.

His gaze was intense and you could barely breathe when his palm cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone so slowly it caused goosebumps to rise to your skin. Despite the music pounding from the speakers and the dancing bodies around you, you two stood, unmoving, staring into each other’s eyes. Your gaze dipped down to his mouth, silently begging for him to close the gap and kiss you.

A second later he did, the two of you meeting in the middle as all the tension, good and bad, was released. His lips were soft and your mouths moved together in perfect synchronicity, your movements slow as you two explored each other for the first time. When he tilted your head to get better access, you released a soft sigh that he hungrily devoured, his hands curling tighter into your hair. Your own hands settled on his chest and you allowed yourself to get lost in him, his scent surrounding you, his touch both soothing and exciting, your tongues twining harmoniously.

The spell was broken by loud whoops and cheers from nearby and you two lurched apart, breathing heavily. Embarrassment flooded your system as you saw both sets of parents and siblings clapping and cheering you two on.

“Only took a decade and a half, you goofs!” Alex called.

“If you hurt her again you’re dead!” Ryan added.

“Guys!” you both chastised at the same time before erupting into giggles, you happily hiding your face in his chest.

Another installment of 'Taylor's incapable of writing a short fic.' I hope y'all enjoyed, especially Claudia 🫶🏻

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Synopsis: One where Harry and YN go from Friends to lovers

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"Your girlfriend was here the other day and she said that you jumped out of window again, is that true?" Howard Stern asked Harry, "is that you have a bandage on your hand again?"

Harry looked at the man puzzled, even though he knew who the man was talking about. It was annoying for many different reasons, and most annoying one was that he doesn't have a girlfriend.

"YN, your girlfriend." Howard explained.

"She's my best friend, Howard," Harry corrected him, "and no, I almost jumped off a window but she stopped me. This is from injury. I, uhh, I was filming the new Eternals. Had a bit of a surgery done."

Harry was pissed the whole interview because Howard kept calling YN his girlfriend.

As much as he wants it to be true, he doesn't think it ever will be.

A bit of a back story, YN and Harry met at Brits back in 2019. She was there to perform and took home almost all of the major categories. He even presented her with one award himself. He had just gotten to see her perform at Grammy's where she took all major categories home as well. This time around he got to talk to her.

He has always been smitten by her since she first blew up in media. YN's former Miss World. And he didn't know why, he kept up with the pageant that year. To add to it, she was his favourite contestant even. So being able to present her with an achievement she deserved so much and worked so hard for was like a fan-boy moment for him.

He then got to meet her at the after party, they were joint to the hip that night. Their friendship only grew from there and so did his feelings for her. From infatuation it went to crush, to likeness and now he thinks he's really in love with her.

Good lord, they've been friends for almost four years! That's more than enough time for him to fall for her.

He also couldn't bring himself to speak his feelings to her. He can't live this anymore. Until, he went and fucked it all up.

No, quite literally.

They both drunkenly hooked up in a bathroom of his hotel room after her three time platinum album party two weeks ago ago. They both haven't talked since then. YN was called right in the morning urgently and none of them to sit down and talk about their drunk shenanigans.

To be fair, both of them are on tour. He shouldn't have been drinking when he had to go on tour in two days, and so did her when she had a show the very next day. From that very next, it have been interviews and shows for her, and constant travel for him.

He tried to call her but she's busy and when calls him back, he's busy. It isn't just working out and it's eating him inside out. He just want to talk to her that's all. He feels guilty because he remembers everything, he just hopes she does too and doesn't regret it in anyway.

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He didn't get to talk to her for whole two weeks. He was on tour. She's busy with recording another one of her Album.

It's been nothing but small talk. And it's bothering him.

He gets to see her today on her last show. He just got in time when her sound check was almost done at the Madison Square Garden. She was checking the visuals of the show with her manager and her producer at the very back of the pit.

"Can we have Ezra's guitar a two notches louder, please?" She spoke in her sparkly microphone asking to make her lead guitarists sound a little bit up. "Yup that's perfect!" She handed the mic to producer and her manager had something to say to her in instant as Harry was about to approach her.

But YN quickly excused herself and sprinted towards him at the entrance, in five inch heels she wore to practice in for her performance. He still couldn't fathom how she can run in those, but his thoughts were put on a hault as she jumped up on him with her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his hips tightly, her face buried in his neck. If it weren't for his fast reflexes they would have both fallen down on the hard ground. But he wrapped one his arm around her waist and other under her bum to keep her supported. And before he could say anything else when she finally lifted her head up to look at him. Her lips were on his.

He was taken back. But so was she as she immediately pulled back again, "I'm so sorry!" He carefully placed her back on her feet, she stood almost as tall as him with her heels. He pulled in for another kiss with her hand behind her neck now. A sweet quick peck.

He didn't know he missed her so much that he remembered how she tasted. "I missed you so much!" She hugged him again when he pulled away this time.

"I missed you too, baby." He held her tightly close to her.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" She asked.

"No, I'm just confused." He admitted.

"YN come on, chop chop." YN's manager called for her interrupting Harry. She had no opening act for tonight as she had released a new album last night and she'll be performing for three hours and forty-five minutes there. With a new album, it only added to the pile of six other albums of her. But this was only her third English language album. They would start letting people in next ten minutes.

Her manager wasn't being rude, the lady loved Harry like her son. She just wants YN to be safe as people start coming in. And she also had to get ready.

"I'm sorry." She looked at him with sad puppy eyes, "I feel so bad we didn't even get to talk." She was on urge of crying.

"I know." He cooed, "it's okay. I promise. It's a big day, I don't want you to be anxious. I promise we'll sit down and talk after this, yeah?"

"Okay." She nodded.

"I'll be here when you come back, we're leaving together." He assured her. "Now give me a kiss before you go back." And she did.

Giving him a last squeeze she ran off to the backstage. Harry went back to the VIP standing area. He just hopes she's not anxious.

She tends to get very anxious and shut down. Full on pass out black when she's anxious. It's scary for him. Especially when he had encountered her that way not once but twice. He didn't realise YN's family had started to show up. She had a few relatives in New York plus her own parents and older and little siblings.

"You know there is going to be a secret guest tonight." One of the twin sister spoke.

"Yeah, she won't tell me about it!"

"Harry, do you know who that us?" The ten year old walked upto him, followed by her twin.

Harry has grown to love these kids, YN's affection and adoration for these little girls have rubbed off on him. Especially when that was all she talked about for first few months after they first become friends. She loved her little sisters with her life.

"I don't know darling, who do you think that is going to be?" He asked, holding both their hands back as he walked them to a side as the crew moved around.

He had a nice chat with both of them. They gave him the little birthday cards they made him as they missed his birthday this year. They ever made him a drawing each.

Now Harry wondered who the surprise guest is going to be. He can think of only three people at that time.

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Harry danced with the twins as YN came on the stage well to halfway through the show. But the girls went to go get their sugary drinks leaving him alone.

He took the opportunity to admire her for that time. She wore a black dress sith puffy sleeves which hemed just above her knees, with her black tights and black heeled boots she wore earlier. The sweet heart neckline of her dress showed her collarbone, where he remembered leaving a very very in-your-face hickey drunkenly. Maybe she had covered it up or it might have healed.

Yeah, she might have covered it because her mother would kicked her and his ass at the same time. Her mother's very religious for context. And YN's mum is a softie but can be very intimidating.

It was a mother's day show. He wouldn't want YN's mum to be upset. Especially when he knows she have practically adopted him into her family. Maybe like a little lost puppy but she adores him.

It was complete one-eighty from her usually, grafic t-shirts and baggy jeans.

She looks gorgeous none the less. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her there. He shouldn't be looking at anyone else but it was obvious he's oogling at her. Just until the twins interrupted him offering him a Cool-aid.

The lights went down as YN finished her first Grammy winning song. Just a spot light on the elevator downstage.

Our secret moments in your crowded room

Taylor Swift herself rose up on the stage as she sung. Harry almost choked on his drink.

He thought YN only joked about bringing her girl crush who ironically is his ex on the stage with her. But she actually did it.

They got no idea about me and you

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Taylor sang as she walked upto YN beaming. As YN sang the chorus.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting

My hands are shaking from all this

It felt theatrical, with YN's amazing band and insanely talented background vocalists. With the most genius lyricist, and in YN's glory. It was truly magical. YN's sister were going feral on the side. Sobbing by now.

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

Carve your name into my bedpost

'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

Both of the girls sang together. Taylor singing in beautiful harmonies with YN.

Then it hit him there. He froze as YN sung the next verse. Standing closer on the side of stage where he stood.

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try

And if I get burned, at least we were electrified

And he knew exactly what she was talking about. Not her words but they held different meaning for both of them now.

His fans already hated her enough, thinking she's using him for fame. But little did they knew, she's more known than he is. And the narrative can be flipped around on him by YN's fans who are double and scarier. But they never di that. Because of YN.

I'm spilling wine in the bathtub

You kiss my face and we're both drunk

Everyone thinks that they know us

But they know nothing about

His jaw dropped for a moment. That's exactly what happened. It was nothing new for both of them to hang out, but this time she just felt like taking a bath. Harry supported her by running her a bath as she continued to get shit faced straight from a bottle of wine she picked up from the party.

He initiated it, in her defence. But she was as guilty as he he was.

Afterall, it takes two to Tango!

But it was also true, no one knew about their secret hang outs. They both practically lived together on their off months. Sharing a bed., Sharing their clothes, fighting over little disagreements then making up by bringing one another's favourite food. All of the cuddles all of the secrets they shared with one another, all of the vulnerable moments, which made their friendship that much stronger and every doubted like they every single detail about them.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting

My hands are shaking from all this

YN sang as Taylor joined her in.

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

Carve your name into my bedpost

'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

Both the girls flirted with one another as they both sang the chorus outro.

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Taylor took on from here. YN stood there fangirling, singing the bridge her lung off without ber mic. The crowd was too loud so she blended right in.

Flashback when you met me

Your buzzcut and my hair bleached

Even in my worst times

You could see the best of me

Flashback to my mistakes

My rebounds, my earthquakes

Even in my worst lies

You saw the truth in me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My hands shake, I can't explain this ah, ha, ha, ha

YN sang the next line.

Say my name and everything just stops

And lights went down again. Pitche black. As the light came back on, Taylor's outfit was changed making the crowd go even more feral.

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

Carve your name into my bedpost

'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

The girls had their best time singing together.

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

You made your mark on me, golden tattoo

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

And they ended the song singing one line at a time.

"Give it up for Doctor Taylor Swift everyone!" YN hyped up the crowd. Harry clapped and cheered as well. "Thank you so much for joining us here tonight. And thank you Taylor for joining us tonight. This took, so, so, so long to happen. Tonight is extra, extra special to me. Because it mother's day, and my Mummy is in the crowd."

The crowd cheered up, "and also we had to bring The Mother herself with us tonight." Taylor laughed as she grabbed her guitar from the crew member. "No seriously Taylor, this is my fangirl moment right here. And can't tell you how much this means to me. Have been you fan since I was seven, since Tim McGraw." YN grabbed her guitar well as the girls walked up to the middle stage on the catwalk. They both perched up their mic on the stand.

Taylor started strumming the guitar as she introduced her first ever song which gave boost to her career.

They both then sang more of her songs, like Clean, I Knew You Were Trouble, Delicate, and of course, Out Of The Wolds and Style.

Harry knew YN still wasn't going to leave his ass. She would tease him all the time. And it actually became reality tonight.

The show still went on until YN closes out with one of her party songs. And ran down the stage. Harry and YN's family was escorted backstage.

She was immediately greeted by her little sisters. And then her mum.

Harry stood back, mainly for two reasons, her family was going back home immediately and he was still scared of her mum. He promised her that they'll talk later anyway. Though it was super hard not to just kiss her right there.

YN bid her family bye as their car left. Her and Harry got into one car.

"That amazing. You killed it!" Harry hyped her up as she sat back and relaxed.

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Back at YN's hotel room, the first thing she did was took off her boots as Harry shut the door behind him.

"Should I bring out the wine again?" He teased her and he pinned her against the wall.

"I don't think we need that right now." She answered, "I'm all sweaty stop."

"Like I haven't seen the worse of you." He scoffed but leaned down to button his mouth on hers in a delicate kiss, making her melt like an ice cube on a hot summer day. She now stood shorter than him with her heels off.

"I could really use a large pizza and a hot shower right now, please?" She suggested when he pulled away feeling her tummy growl.

"Yeah? I'll order us one." He offered as the walked into her room. "You want to put on our show?"

"No, I just want a quiet night." She shared as she picked out a change of clothes from her luggage. She was believer of not unpacking because she found it too tedious.

"Don't you want me to take off that dress of your." He walked up closer to her behind as he teased her. "Hey, is that my shirt?" Harry noticed making her take a run to the bathroom, "hey, come out here you little thief!" But the door was slammed on his face.

By the time YN was back from her shower, the fold had arrived. Harry ordered two pizzas for both of them and a few bottles of water and cut mixed fruits for dessert. He knows she isn't going to share because she gets so hungry after her shows as she doesn't like to eat before. And he was hungry too!

They both cuddled up in her bed under the sheets as it was getting quite cold. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." He placed a kiss on her temple. "Do you want to talk about the night we had sex?"

"Yeah." She nodded taking a bite of her pizza. "Did it mean anything to you?"

"Everything." He admitted, "you?"

"Mhmm. I couldn't focus on anything after. I was so scared that you'd be mad because I had to run out." She shared.

"But you woke me up, didn't you?" She did. She did woke him up telling him that her manager and the tour manager had to talk to her about one of the band member falling sick, and they had to look for someone new for the night. It was urgent, and only YN knew who were those people, because the girl made connections everywhere she went.

YN's a completely different human when it some to her work and her personal life.

And then later he got called for work and things went down hill from there. At least for two weeks.

"I did but that still didn't help." She glanced at him once.

"Yeah? Tell me about it baby." He urged her gently. He wants to know how she feels too.

"No, how about you go first?"

"Okay." He admitted, "you know I'm going to be honest and tell you I've always been smitten by you." He let her eat in peace he spoke, she's listening to him he knows. And he does not lime to interrupt her eating, not wanting to trigger her in anyway. "The night we met and talked was a fangirl moment for me. I don't know when we came best friends and I fell for you. It was scary, you know how bad I had to keep these feelings to myself knowing I won't be able to, thinking I might loose one of my only closest best friend."

"Do you regret it?" She asked, finally looking up at him, "us having sex that night?"

"Gosh no, I could never!" He exclaimed softly as he rested his forehead on hers, "could never. I was dying to kiss you and you hold that way." He pulled back, "do you regret it."

"No!" She exclaimed as well, "I guess I have always been stupid because I don't even know when fell for you. I've known it for a long time. But I had the same fear."

"You did?"

"Hmm." She nodded and leaned back into cuddles with him.

"I'm so glad our feels are mutual here, because I love you so much, I don't know if I can go a day without you knowing that." He confessed.

"You're not going let me have cuddle in peace." She made a puppy face she lifted her head up to kiss him again, "I love you too! So much!"

He chuckled, "come back here." He pulled her in again. That's when he saw the fading hickey just above her right collarbone. The shirt wore was bug on him, it was pretty evident it was almost falling off of her shoulders.

They ate their late dinner in silence until they were done. Harry threw away the boxes in trash before she slipped back in bed with her. He made sure to bring the mixed fruits bowl with him.

"You full now?" He asked cautiously, "you want fruit for dessert?" She's been doing so well lately.

Harry had suggested she goes to therapy but she never felt like it, which, fair enough. He's been trying his best to offer her any help he can. And it's working. But he hopes one day she feels comfor enough to get some professional help.

"Oh I'd love to!" She nodded. He let her pick out her favourites and ate the rest. "Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"What are we now?" She asked.

"Hmm..." He sounded again but as if he's thinking, "I think we should be Girlfriend bestie and Boyfriend bestie."

"You need to delete Tiktok and Instagram off your phone." YN laughed as she took a sip from her water.

"I'm serious, I want to be your boyfriend." He said, rather firmly.

"And I want to be your girlfriend." She mocked his tone earning a few soft laughs from him. He placed a firm kiss on her mouth.

"I love you."

Of course they had much more to talk about. But YN fell asleep on him there, holding onto him tight.

It's nothing new them, but Harry cherishes and savours each and every moments like these with her.

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N O T E :

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Also, I'm gonna go MIA for a next 3 days, that means there won't be any Saturday update hence, this early update.

And CEOrry last part will be up sometime next week. Hehe.

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jamdoughnutmagician · 4 months

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Love Me Like This (Just For Tonight)

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Warnings:Slight Exhibitionism, Oral Sex (F Recieving), Male Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Sex. I think that's it for the tags, but let me know if I've missed something that you want tagged. Word Count:2,275

Eddie Munson Masterlist // Masterlist

When your husband is the frontman of metal music’s hottest band, Corroded Coffin, you were often treated to such luxuries in your life that in your younger years you could only have dreamed of. To go from happily watching your high-school boyfriend playing to small crowds of mostly drunk patrons in a dingy dive-bar every Tuesday night, to proudly beaming at your husband from the wings of a sold-out show in Madison Square Garden is something that you’re still pinching yourself about. Eddie had always had hopes of making it big, and to be by his side every step of the way as it happened was a dream come true.

That was how you found yourself in the plushly decorated penthouse suite of the Ritz-Carlton hotel, your silk robe wrapped around your body as you sipped from your champagne glass, the bubbles fizzing against your tongue as you drank. Your eyes looked out onto the glittering rainbow lights illuminating the late night life of the city.

You hear the soft padding footsteps of your husband making his way across the room to you. Wearing only his low slung grey sweatpants, the defined ‘V’ of his hips and the soft trail of hair tapering down behind the waistband. His sporadic tattoos decorate his pale complexion with beautifully inky and intricate linework. His dark curls are bundled together in a low bun at the nape of his neck, a few loose strands falling free around his jaw.

You feel his presence press against your back, as he leans in to press soft kisses to the crook of your neck.

“What are you thinking about, Baby?” he murmurs against your skin, barely stopping his trail of kisses to speak.

“Just thinking about how proud I am of you.” you answer honestly. “I mean, kicking off a state-wide tour with two sold-out nights in Madison Square Gardens? It feels like only yesterday I was watching some lanky, shaggy-haired boy playing with his band in his friend’s garage, and now look at where you are!”

“I wouldn’t be here without you, though. I wouldn’t want to be here without you.” he tells you. “You're the one who believed in me from the beginning, you were always my biggest supporter.”

“I guess I was.” You chuckle softly, before drinking the last few sips of your champagne and setting the now empty glass on the table. “..And what are you thinking about, huh?”

“I was thinking about how sexy my wife looks.” His voice drops to a husky gravel as he leans into your ear.

His response catches you off guard for a moment, before you gather yourself together enough to tease him.

“Oh really? That’s what you were thinking about huh?” you smirk to yourself, calling his bluff as your eyes are still cast out of the window, looking down to the city below. One thing you knew about Eddie from your years of being with him, is that he was no stranger to dishing out kind words, whispered sweet-nothings and salaciously teasing remarks.

“Does this feel like I'm lying?” his voice drops to that deliciously low growl as he presses the bulge of his erection into the plush curve of your ass, his hands reaching out to smooth over the sweep of your hips “Does this feel like I’m just paying you lip-service, Sweetheart?”

Without missing a single beat you take the chance to playfully wiggle your hips against him, feeling his length twitch between your closely pressed bodies.

“..And, what are you thinking about now, Teddy?” you ask, knowing that calling him that would get to him, it always did.

You feel the ghost of his breath of fanning over your neck as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“I was thinking that I wanna get you naked. Thinking about how I wanna get on my knees for you, baby, eat you out in front of this window, show all of New York just how pretty you are when you come for me.” he teases with his teeth gently tugging your earlobe. “How does that sound?”

That sounds great? Amazing? Fan-fucking-tastic? Every word fails you at your husband's bold request, although you can't ignore the buzzing thrill it sends down your spine just thinking about it.

You nod your head, eager to have him between your thighs.

“Turn around for me sweetheart”

You turn around in his arms and his guitarist's fingers make quick work of the simple tie that's keeping your robe closed, tugging on the soft silk strings until the gown slips from your shoulders and pools at your feet below you.

His lips are on yours in an instant, cradling your head in his hands as his tongue slips in, licking into your mouth. His other hand is weaved around your body, finding its place splayed between your shoulder blades as he walks you back until your back is pressed against the glass window. The cool press of the window pane is a welcome relief against the flaring heat of your skin.

Eddie places one final kiss against your lips before sinking to his knees in front of you, settling in-between one of his favourite places to be, your thighs. He lifts one of your thighs over his shoulder, opening you up for him to drink you in.

His lips kiss gently against your mound, his nose burying into the soft thatch of hair, before you feel the gentle sweep of his tongue dragging against your slit, lapping at the wetness of your arousal. He licks up towards your clit, flicking his tongue’s tip over your stiff bud, before he pulls in between his plump pink lips, sucking on it before releasing it with a wet ‘pop’.

His big brown eyes look at you from underneath the shaggy mess of his bangs, and he thinks that you have never looked more gorgeous than you do in this moment right here. Your form is back-lit by glittering New York City nightlife, the artificial glow of the bright lights surrounding you in a colourful haze.

He continues to lap at your wet slit with enthusiastic vigour, delving between your soft folds to taste every inch of you. Grinning cheekily against you when he feels the gentle tug of your fingers weaving into the crown of his hair, desperate to hold on to him to ground you in this moment. He always savoured the feeling of your fingers tugging at his dark curls, he was already hard, his cock keenly pressing up into the waistband of his sweatpants, but the desperate twining of your fingers into his hair had him twitching for some kind of friction.

He can’t help but let his hand wander down, pulling his cock out of his sweatpants, smearing the glistening bead of pre-cum over his sensitive tip, letting it lubricate his fist as he strokes over length. Gliding his hand down over the pulsing vein on the underside of him, and twisting up with a soft squeeze when he reaches the head, dribbling out more drops of pre-cum that spill over his knuckles.

“So fucking pretty for me, baby.” he all but sloppily groans into your cunt as he devours you as he pleases. Slipping two of his thick fingers into you, pressing against that spot that has the tension of pleasure knotting itself in the pit of your stomach.

“Look at you, all spread out for me in front of the big city, but only I get to see you like this, isn’t that right, baby? Nobody else sees you like this.” And he was right, you could hardly find it in yourself to care about being seen by anyone in the bustling city below. You were far too concerned with the persistent drag of Eddie’s tongue over every inch of your wet slit.

There was something so intoxicatingly addictive about you, he longed to have your dripping essence filling his senses, to have you fall apart on his tongue.

Your moans gasped from your lips as he urged you closer and closer to your high, his tongue flicking relentlessly on your clit, and his fingers finding their home in your wet cunt.

You rode out your high, holding his head in your hands as you gushed against your husband’s face, letting him drink down everything you had to give him.

Eddie pulled away from you with a lazy smirk pulling at his pink lips, your arousal glinting on his lower face as his tongue sweeps across his lips to taste the last remnants of your orgasm.

He stands up to his full height, stepping out of his sweatpants and kicking them away to a corner of the room, his thick cock bobbing between his legs as he tugged your hand towards the luxury bedroom.

“Come with me sweetheart, l think we've given the people of New York enough spank-bank material for one night, don't you?” he smiles with a cheeky wink.

With a giddy laugh your flushed naked form is swept up into his arms as he carries you across the room and gently lays you down on the mattress, capturing your lips once more in a filthy clash of tongues as he holds himself above you.

“I can’t wait any longer, baby, I gotta be inside you right now.” he mumbles against your lips. “I just need to feel you, please” he pleads, his big brown eyes glinting with an amber sparkle in the cosy, dimly-lit privacy of your bedroom suite.

You nod your head, looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes, your body bubbling with need to feel him filling you so intimately, to have his hands on your body, his lips on your lips, and his cock stretching out your cunt.

“Wanna feel you, Teddy…” you mewl, your hands reaching out to skim over the cluster of bats on his forearms. You’d been by his side when he had them done, letting him squeeze your hand as he gritted his teeth through the pain. They’d been the first of his many tattoos, but those little bats were by far your favourites.

“I’m right here darling, don’t gotta worry ‘bout nothing else. I’m going make you feel so good, I promise.” he pecks your lips with a simply sweet kiss.

Sitting back on the mattress, his knees folded underneath himself as he sits between the spread of your open thighs he brings his hand up to his lips, crudely spitting into his open palm before dropping his hand down to his throbbing cock and giving himself a few quick, teasing strokes.

He lines himself up with your entrance, and pushes in inch by inch until he’s filling you up and stretching you out with the girth of his cock. He holds still for a brief moment, allowing you that time to adjust to his size, no matter how many times you'd had sex with Eddie, the way his cock stretched you out so perfectly took a moment to get used to.

When you give him the little nod of your head he rolls his hips with a few shallow thrusts, testing the waters before he feels the way that your ankles lock around his narrow waist and scratch of your nails biting into his shoulders. That’s all the confirmation he needs to begin fucking his hips into you with reckless abandon, knowing that tonight you needed more from him.

He thrusts into you over and over, his pace is relentless in his quest to give you every inch of pleasure that he can. The way he fills you so perfectly with every inch of his cock has you letting out gasping moans.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” he grins with a raspy chuckle.

You can’t do more than nod your head, the way he was railing into you had all words dying on your tongue.

“That’s okay baby, don’t have to speak, don’t have to think, just want you to feel good”

He keeps up his thrusts, angling his hips in just the right way that he’s hitting against that spot inside you that has you clenching just that little bit tighter every time.

“That’s my pretty girl. So fuckin’ sweet for me.”

He slips a hand down between your joined bodies, his skilled guitarists fingers working quickly to deliver precise circles around your clit, rubbing in you in just the way he knew you liked.

“I can feel you squeezing me, darling. I swear your pretty little cunt is just pulling me in, it’s like I’m meant to be there. Like you were fuckin’ made for me, baby.”

“Eddie please…I’m close…” you moan.

He continues to thrust his hips up into you and run his fingers around your clit and suddenly it all becomes too much for you to bear as you're clinging to him, riding out your shuddering release with a high-pitched whine, pulsing around his thick length with a wet gush.

Eddie follows quickly behind you, rolling his hips once, twice more before pushing forward into you, filling you with rope after rope of his hot release. Growling into the crook of your neck with a sloppy kiss as he comes.

His breath fans over your neck for a few slow moments as you both come down from your highs.

Slowly pulling out of you with a quiet hiss, he flops his body down on the bed next to you.

“Y’know beyond all this fame, and rock star lifestyle, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” he leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “I love you.”

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queen-of-the-avengers · 1 year

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Shine Bright

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Star!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: fluff, angst, being kidnapped and almost killed, but then fluff again

Summary: Hydra wants to reign eternally, and the best way to do that is to eat a falling star's heart. They knock you out of orbit but didn't expect the Avengers to find you first.

Squares Filled: stars (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: This takes place during or after FATWS, but I've made John evil, and everyone who died post-Endgame is alive and well.

I am absolutely in love with the movie "Stardust", so I decided to base this story on that! The picture down below DOES NOT represent the reader at all, I just wanted to showcase the movie.

The sky above is still and peaceful. There isn’t a cloud in sight that allows visibility to whoever looks up at it. John Walker looks through the telescope and positions it on the star Hydra is targeting. If he wasn’t on a mission right now, he’d appreciate the stars shining brightly for their human audience.

“John, is everything in position?”

“On my end. What about yours?”

John looks at his coworker who is in charge of the missile they plan on using for this mission. The man tweaks the numbers and aligns them with the correct star.

“We’re ready.”

All eyes turn to Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. She is in charge of this whole operation under the assumption this is for the CIA. She sits at the large desk in the middle of the room, leans back, and rests her hands in her lap.

“Fire away, gentlemen.”

John and his coworker turn the machine on and launch the missile at the star. John rushes over to the telescope and watches as it flies into the sky, breaks off into tiny pieces, and zooms straight into the heart of the star. Instead of blowing it up like most missiles do, it knocks the star off its orbit and sends it straight down to Earth. Whatever John is seeing through the telescope, everyone can see on the monitors in the room so that Valentina can see what’s going on.

Everyone watches it fall straight to Earth to a place they don’t know. They can’t predict the crash site for something as big as a star but it won’t be hard to track it down. Once they figure out where it is, they’ll have so much fun dissecting it for what they truly need it for.

It was Tony’s idea that the entire team kick back and relax after a hard working week. Sam and Wanda brought out the board games that can account for a lot of people since everyone lives at the compound. The only one not here is Thor but that’s because he has duties to complete on Asgard.

“Okay, this time, don’t cheat,” Tony says to Sam.

“Hey, that was one time and I was trying to get Steve.”

The game they’re playing is Cards Against Humanity, something they all love to play—adult edition. What’s a good night in with alcohol and friends if not for an inappropriate game?

“Bucky, you in or not?”

“Yeah, pass me some cards.”

With everyone on board, the game can get started. The first few rounds were hilarious and the next couple was causing a lot of people to drink. Tony loves to put a spin on his games. If he can get people to drink, then a lot of people are getting drunk. By the tenth round, everyone is relaxed and willing to kick things up a notch.

Tony brings out a Truth or Dare drinking game when something bright lights up the night sky.

“What the hell is that?” Clint asks.

Everyone gets up and gathers around the window to watch it fall to the ground. It lands not far from the Avenger’s Compound but far enough to where they can’t see it.

“Tony, Sam, let’s check it out,” Steve says seriously.

Tony and Sam get suited up while Steve fetches his shield. Steve catches a ride with Tony to travel two hours from the Compound in Madison County. There is a big crater on the ground from the impact of the white light, and the three men tread carefully over to it. Steve’s shield is in front of him ready to protect him, Sam’s drone, Redwing, flies next to him cautiously, and Tony’s repulsors are ready and waiting to be fired.

Tony expected to see some kind of weapon in the middle of the crater but instead of a thing, it’s a person--you. You’re wearing a white dress that goes down to your feet, and you have a white glow about you. You groan in pain just as the light dies down and you look up at the three men staring at you.

“What the hell happened?” you ask.

You look to the sky to see your sisters shining in the night sky. How the hell did you get from up there to down here?

“Who are you?” Steve asks.

“My name is Y/N. Who are you?”

“Steve, Tony, and Sam. What happened here?”

“I don’t know. One minute I was shining in the sky and the next I’m down here and in pain.”

“Shining in the sky?”

“I’m a star. I was minding my own business and someone knocked me out of orbit.”

Steve, Tony, and Sam walk down the crater’s walls and toward you cautiously. They still don’t know if you’re good or not until you get up and reveal what’s been behind you this whole time. A shell of a missile that has the Hydra symbol on the side of it.

“We need to get her inside. If Hydra wants her, then she must be special. We can’t just leave her here.”

“Leave me here? What the hell is going on here?”

“If Hydra wants you, it’s for a reason. We should get you inside before they come looking for you.”

Going with them beats sitting here and waiting for someone bad to find you. Everyone who was left behind waits eagerly for the men’s return, and they’re shocked when they return with a gorgeous woman. You’re scared of the many unknowns of your situation: who are these people? What do they want from you? Who is after you? Are you in danger? Will these people hurt you?

“Who is this?” Natasha asks.

“The white light.”

“Here, sit,” Steve offers, and you take a seat away from everyone else. He knows you’re scared so he’s trying to make this as easy as possible for you. “She’s a star.”

“A star?” Bucky asks with two eyebrows raised.

“As I said to them earlier, I was living peacefully in the sky when something knocked me out of orbit.”

“Hydra knocked her out of the sky. They must want a star.”

“Why? What’s so significant about a star?” Bucky asks.

“There’s lore around shooting stars,” you explain. “For centuries, people have tried to get stars to fall to Earth for their hearts. If our hearts are consumed, it’ll grant the person a sort of immortality. No one can live forever, but our hearts can extend life for centuries. Many of my sisters have fallen and died because of it.”

“Hydra must want to reign for a long time,” Steve theorizes. “Listen, why don’t you stay here until we can figure out how to get you back into the sky.”

“Can we even do that?” Natasha wonders.

“There’s a way. It’s complicated but there’s always a way.”

“Bucky, why don’t you show her to the room next to yours.”

“Sure.”

“Thank you,” you sigh and follow the man with a metal arm. He’s very quiet and doesn’t talk much which you relate to. “I appreciate your kindness.”

“Sure. Let me know if you need anything.”

Bucky leaves you alone in the room and you sit on the bed in thought. You never sleep at night and allow yourself to rest during the day so you’re not tired at all. Bucky looks at you before he leaves but pauses. You look so scared and nervous that he can’t help but walk back into the room to be with you. He sits next to you on the bed and wipes both hands on his jeans.

“I was once new here. I didn't know anyone besides Steve. I’m gonna help you figure out a way to get you home.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

The rest of the night is uneventful but right before the sun rose, your eyes started to droop. All of your sisters are sleeping as you’re supposed to be, but the Avengers are so loud you can’t fathom sleeping with this noise. If Hydra wants you then they must have a base somewhere to hold the equipment to knock a star out of orbit. All that equipment will take a lot of money to acquire and a lot of space to hold, so they all come up with places that can be potential bases.

“Ah, there she is. We need your help,” Tony says and waves you into the room.

“What are you guys doing?” you sigh and slump over to them.

“We’re trying to figure out where Hydra’s base is. If we can, then we can plan an attack before they try and come for you.”

“Great,” you sit down and place your chin in your hand.

All of them start talking over one another creating a small headache to form.

“Y/N, I know you’re tired but can you remember where the missile came from? If we can get a sense of direction, we can narrow potential places significantly.”

“I’m not tired, Steve, I’m exhausted. I never stay awake during the day. I need to sleep and rest but you’re all being so loud,” you sigh.

“Come with me,” Bucky offers.

Bucky leads you past both your rooms and to a wing of the compound that rarely is used. This place is the farthest from where anyone is gonna be. There is a spare bedroom down here that Bucky takes you to, and he opens the door for you.

“You’ll be able to get some sleep here. I come here when I want to be alone. It’s quiet.”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you smile.

Your entire body shines slightly to show how happy you are but Bucky doesn’t think much of it. You’re a star. You’re supposed to be shining. All he does is give you a friendly smile and leave you alone to rest. It’s easy for you to fall asleep and you stay asleep for the whole day. When the sun goes down, your body wakes you up to start shining. Then you remember where you are and your glow dims.

You’re ready to take the night on and wander until you find the majority of the Avengers. They’ve been working hard all day to figure out where the Hydra base is and are now taking a break to watch a movie.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Tony says when you enter the room.

“Got room for one more?”

Bucky moves over so you can sit next to him, and you blush slightly when your leg brushes up against his.

“Did you find out where Hydra is located?”

“No. They have defense walls that aren’t coming up on our radars, but we have Friday constantly looking for a way in.”

“Who’s Friday?”

“My AI,” Tony answers.

He turns the movie up so everyone can hear it, and you turn to Bucky with a shy smile.

“Thank you for letting me use your space,” you whisper.

“I don’t mind.”

“What movie are you guys watching?”

“Dumb and Dumber. They love it.”

You try to get into the movie but you’re not connecting to it as much as you hope to. Everyone laughs at the same time when something funny happens but not you. You’re not sure if you fit in well with this group. Humans have always been part of your fascination but you only know of the evolution of them, not them personally.

“Excuse me,” you whisper and get up.

Bucky watches you walk off toward our room without another word. He knows more than most what trying to fit in feels like and how bad he can feel when he doesn’t. He leaves his friends and follows you to your room. You’re sitting on the balcony and staring at the night sky where your sisters are.

“I promise I’m coming home. I’m figuring out a way to do that,” you sigh.

They twinkle to let you know they hear you.

“Mind if I join you?” Bucky knocks on the balcony doors.

“No.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m not really a group person.” Bucky sits next to you on the lounge chair. “I’m more of a loner. I didn’t have any planets orbiting me, and the closest star to me is my sister Vega. She’s such a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m more of a loner, too.”

“My sisters are the only ones I can count on, and they’re watching over me right now to make sure I’m okay.”

Bucky looks up and they twinkle so he can see where they’re located.

“When you were in the sky, could you watch over humans?”

“It was my favorite thing to do. I’ve watched humans grow since they first arrived. I see the value in human life because it ends. They’ve come a long way from where they first started.”

“I’ve never met a star before. You’re pretty nice and beautiful.”

Your body shines a bit at his compliment.

“Thank you. Stars are pure and innocent despite the violence and horrors we see on a daily basis. We represent everything good about the world. We represent beauty.”

“I can tell,” he smiles.

Your body shines a bit more the more you are happy being here with Bucky. The stars in the sky shine a bit brighter when they see their sister happy.

Hydra hasn’t made a move against the Avengers over the course of the following week because they’re not sure how they can approach the situation. Valentina knows exactly where the star is and she can’t charge in like she normally would. The Avengers are powerful that deserve careful planning and strategy to overcome.

Meanwhile, you and Bucky have grown closer. When you’re not sleeping, you’re spending as much time with Bucky as you can. There is only a short amount of time you can spend with him before one of you needs to sleep. In the beginning, you were only allowed a couple of hours to be with him, but now you’re spending half a day with him. You’re slowly starting to fall asleep later in the morning and waking up later in the night. It’s something you’re willing to change in order to be with Bucky.

“Tell me something,” Bucky says.

You two are lying on the roof of the building admiring the night sky which is sure to come soon. Your skin is glowing brightly that if whoever were to look up at the roof, they’d see nothing but a white glow.

“What?” you ask and look at him.

“I know that stars shine but do you get to choose when you get to? I’ve seen you with and without.”

“I shine when I’m happy,” you say with a bright smile, “and I’m happy right now with you.”

You and Bucky stay on the roof until there is no more sunlight left in the sky, and you yawn tiredly.

“Tired?”

“A little bit.”

“Let’s go back inside.”

You and Bucky head back inside your room to get ready for the night, and you look at your bed in thought.

“You know, I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve been transitioning into sleeping at night so I’m still struggling a bit. I might be able to sleep better if it were next to you.”

Bucky holds his flesh hand out, too scared to use his metal hand for fear of breaking you. He takes you to his room where you two get comfortable underneath the sheets. He’s shocked he can sleep with you shining next to him but it gives him a sense of comfort knowing you feel safe enough with him to shine.

The next morning, you wake with a smile on your face and your skin glowing.

“This is the first time I slept through the night.” You look beside you but Bucky isn’t there. The brightness dims on your skin until it looks normal. “Bucky?” You get up and walk around the compound in search of Bucky, and you find him in the main room where the other Avengers are. “What’s going on?”

“We found Hydra’s base. Nat’s gonna stay here with you,” Tony declares.

Your eyes immediately find Bucky’s.

“You’re not gonna stay here with me?”

“I know Hydra like the back of my hand. I have to go with them.”

“Oh, okay.”

Tony, Steve, Bucky, Wanda, and Sam get geared up to go while you and Natasha stay behind. She’s decked in her gear just in case something happens. She has the capabilities to keep you safe since you’re not a fighter--you’re a lover. You don’t think you could fight even if you wanted to.

“So, how long have you been with the team?” you ask.

“Too long.” You look away in thought and bounce your leg nervously. “Look, I haven’t known Bucky for very long but he’s trying. He used to be one of the bad guys but he’s doing a helluva lot more good to make up for the bad. He knows how to handle Hydra. He’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” you nod with uncertainty.

You and Natasha make conversation for the next couple of hours when the alarms start blaring inside the compound.

“Stay here.”

“You’re leaving me alone?” you gasp.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Just stay here and don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Natasha is gone before you have a chance to question her further. You wait nervously for her to come back because you have no clue where she is, what’s going on, and who is inside the compound. After an hour of waiting around, you get up and look out the window. Everything seems normal as if there isn't an intruder inside. Footsteps near the room you’re in, ad you turn to the door waiting to see Natasha.

The door opens and you smile.

“I was beginning to worry.”

The smile is lost when you see a strange woman with four soldiers around her.

“So was I. The easy part was tracking you down. Stars have a bit of… aura about them that is easily tracked. The hard part was infiltrating this place. I had to make sure I had all my bases covered. You’re coming with us.”

“No,” you stand your ground.

“No? Emilio.” One of the men takes out a tablet from one of the pockets and flips it open. He presses a few buttons and shows you what’s on the screen. All your friends are tied with Hydra soldiers all around them. Of course, you’re worried about all of them but you can’t help but look at Bucky. “Either come with me or your friends will be killed.”

You have no choice but to go with her.

The woman, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, leads you through the large Hydra base to a big room with a staircase leading up to a small landing. A large table is on the landing with a medical cart next to it. There is nothing but different sizes of knives--knives that will be used to cut your heart out.

“A shining star’s heart is the way to go, but I’ll settle for your scared little one any day of the year.” You’re only doing this because you’re scared of what these people are going to do to Bucky if you fight back. You’re forced onto the table where Valentina straps you down so you’re not tempted to leave. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure to make it quick and painless.”

She grabs one of the sharpest knives and walks over to you. You close your eyes and send a quick prayer to your sisters in hopes they can hear you. She raises her knife when the double doors slam open. You both look to see Bucky storming in with his deadly gun.

“Bucky!” you smile and shine brightly at the sight of him.

“Get him!” Valentina orders.

A dozen guards make their way into the room and start shooting at Bucky who is more than prepared to handle them. Bullets fly as your concern for Bucky grows. However, he seems to beat every single one of them as he makes his way closer to you.

“Emilio!” Valentina yells.

The big guy who was with her earlier steps into the room with two charged electric gloves. His metal armor makes him immune to the bullets Bucky is firing at him, and he gives him an uppercut when he reaches him. Bucky goes flying across the room and uses his vibranium arm to slow his descent down the walkway.

Emilio and Bucky meet in the middle as they fistfight for your honor. There is no way Valentina is cutting your heart out now. She wants to see how this fight is gonna end. She is pretty confident that her soldier is going to win against the Winter Soldier, but oh how wrong she is. The double doors bust open and Wanda comes in with red magic at her fingertips. Tony and Steve are behind her ready to fight whoever they need to in order to save you.

Red magic encases Emilio to hold him still while Bucky delivers a deadly punch to the bottom of his jaw. Emilio is thrown across the room and knocks into a mirror, and he slides down it unconsciously. Valentina sees the urgency of the situation and raises the knife.

“Tony, heads up.”

Steve rears his shield back and throws it in Valentina’s direction, and Tony shoots his repulsors at the shield to make it fly the rest of the way. Valentina tries to escape but is hit before she can find coverage. She falls to the ground completely knocked out. Bucky runs up the staircase and over to you with an easy smile.

“You really thought I’d let you get sacrificed?”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

Bucky undoes your ties and helps you off the table, and the both of you run down the staircase to the other Avengers. Before you can reach them, all the doors that lead into the room slam open. Dozens upon dozens of guards come in with their weapons, weapons that can kill everyone here. There are too many guards for Wanda to control and too many for them to take on.

They might not be able to but you can. You pull Bucky into you and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hold onto me and close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“What do stars do best?” You pull him down so that his face is nestled into the shape of your neck. “They shine.”

Your entire body shines with the intensity of a real star. Your teammates cover their eyes to protect themselves but the same thing can’t be said for the Hydra soldiers. Your light kills whoever dares look into it, and the soldiers in the very back leave as quickly as they can before they can succumb to your light. You pull away from Bucky and dim your light knowing that these soldiers aren’t going to hurt them anymore.

After Valentina is apprehended and taken back to the States for punishment through the CIA, Bucky returns back to the Compound with you by his side. There is a lot of paperwork that Nick Fury has to fill out, and Tony and Steve offered to stay behind to scour through the base and see what kinds of things Hydra has been up to.

The night sky is shining brighter than normal because your sisters are happy for your safe return.

“They say thank you for saving me,” you say to Bucky.

“No problem,” he says to the sky before looking back down at you. “She’s worth saving.”

“You know, these last two weeks with you have been amazing. If I’m being honest, I’m having second thoughts about going back. I don’t want to leave you.”

“I don’t want you to leave either.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer by your hips.

“Maybe staying here for a while longer won’t be so bad.”

He slides one hand up your body to your jaw which he cups. He leans down and kisses you with such intensity that causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The stars twinkle in the sky as your own light shines brightly for all to see.

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Hi!! Could I request a one shot with H in his New York denim outfit from this year where the reader is totally obsessed with how he looks and she gives him head before he goes on stage and after the show is done he needs her so bad so they have the most amazing sex? If you feel like writing something along these lines that would be so great. Your works are amazing! Thank youu

Yesssss

Blood Orange was currently performing as he played on the intercoms backstage. Harry and I watched him for a while in secret, even though we caught some cameras pointed at us, before Lambert scolded Harry to get changed.

We held hands as we skipped down the halls of Madison Square Garden, enjoying our temporary stay at the venue. I was joining Harry for his shows in New York before I’d head back home to LA for work. It worked out because we’d be apart for a little while until he was also in LA to wrap up the American leg of the tour.

“Okay, hurry up and change before I get blamed for your tardiness,” I laughed as I pushed Harry into his dressing room, keeping my eyes away from the outfit laid out for him. I liked to be surprised by seeing it when it’s already on him.

“You can always come in and watch me,” Harry winked as he stood on the other side of the door. I slowly closed it with a shake of my head. “You sure? I’ll let you undress me and everything.”

“Yeah, and then you’ll definitely be late on stage because you have the horny tendencies of a caveman,” I joked, shutting the door completely. “Hurry up!” Harry groaned dramatically before whining a childish, ‘fine’.

I ended up in a conversation with some of the crew that had passed by. They were all so kind and I couldn’t help but thank them for allowing us to use their venue and invite all of Harry’s wild fans join us.

In the midst of telling them an old story from the last time we were at MSG, I felt a pair of hands tightly grip my hips and lift me off the ground.

“Y/N L/N!” Harry yelled in my ear, causing a squeal out of me. The few crew members who were standing with me laughed and excused themselves back to work.

I was about to turn around and hit Harry in the chest, but he stopped me by wrapping his arms completely around my waist and stuffing his head in my neck.

“In my dressing room, first,” he whispered. I nodded and led us into his room, eager to see yet another wonderful tour outfit. I waited patiently as one of his hands went to shut the door and lock it behind us. “Okay, ready, baby?”

“As always,” I exclaimed, rubbing my hands together. I heard Harry walk to stand in front of me while his hands circled my hips, probably nervous of my reaction. He took my opinions very serious, for some reason. But he should've known by now that I loved everything he wore.

He sucked in a breath and said, “Open.”

I did as told and immediately gasped at the sight in front of me. My jaw fell agape as I unashamedly examined the outfit he was wearing. What immediately drew my attention was his exposed chest from his open vest, which is my favorite genre of tops Lambert puts him in. And the material of denim and rhinestones within the entire outfit was the cherry on top. As well as the actual cherry on the back.

My eyes wouldn’t leave his prominent abs as he laughed at my choked up words. “Cat got your tongue, baby? How do I look?”

“Very hot,” I blurted accidentally, before clearing my throat. “You look great, Harry. I love it.” A wide smirk grew on his lips as he took a big step closer so our chests touched. I tilted my head up at him from his hovering height.

“What else?” He cocked his head, teasingly, to the side with a shit eating grin.

“What do you mean? I like it, a lot. Your fans are gonna go crazy on Twitter,” I boasted.

Harry suddenly grabbed my jaw to turn my head to the side and his lips brushed my ears. It caught me off guard as I gasped under my breath.

“Tell me what else you’re thinking, baby.”

The cold metal rings around his fingers squeezed against my jaw, bringing a hot stinging feeling. I bit my lip for a moment, but his thumb tugged it out, waiting for a response.

“I... uh... you look very... sexy, and I know everyone is gonna be drooling when they see you tonight,” I added, running my hand shyly down his chest. He slowly brought my face in front of his and our lips brushed each other. I felt his hot breath groan softly as his other hand squeezed my hip.

His eyes were hooded and drunk as he looked down at me. “Y/N, what else? What does this outfit make you want to do to me? Talk to me, baby. I want to know.”

I was never the dirty talking type, and I hated when he tried to bring it out of me because I always ended up feeling embarrassed. He loved to tease the blush that arose on my cheeks and force my eyes on him when I couldn’t hold that contact for long.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do to him. Sit him down and take his cock deep in my mouth. But I couldn’t just say that.

“Well, I want to... kiss you?”

An amused brow lifted as Harry smirked. He was just going to have to work with what he got.

“Where?” He asked, grabbing my hand and bringing my fingers to his lips. “Here?” I shook my head and flickered my eyes lower.

“Down there,” I whispered. Harry walked backwards, leading me to the couch against the wall. The sly smirk wouldn’t leave his lips as he nodded.

“Why don’t you just show me then?”

That I could do.

“Okay, sit,” I pushed his chest and he fell back into the couch. He stretched his arms down the length of the couch and spread his legs wide so I could slot between them.

I dropped to my knees and began unzipping his pants while my eyes fixated on his chest. His abs were prominent, and I couldn’t help but lean forward to plant wet kisses along each muscle. Harry clenched from the feeling and it shot down to his hard cock, suffocating in his pants.

“Take me out, baby. It hurts,” he groaned, shifting in his seat. I blindly stuck my hands under his boxers to pull out his thick cock while brushing my lips along his warm stomach. I kitten licked and kissed his fern tattoos, before sucking harshly. “No marks.”

“I know,” I responded, pulling away and looking up at him. “Wouldn’t want everyone to see, right?” Harry smirked and nodded.

“For your eyes only.”

When I released Harry’s cock from his pants, he gasped at the cold air hitting his tip. He bit his lip and groaned softly. He was painfully hard, so I knew I could get him off quickly and out on stage before anyone came looking for him.

“Think you can take care of me before I have to go?”

“Is that a challenge?” I cocked my head to the side as my hand started to slowly stroke his long length. He sucked in a harsh breath and shook his head.

“If I wasn’t already thinking about feeling the back of your throat earlier, it would be.” I laughed and leaned closer to lick his cock. The underside of my tongue smoothed along and heated his tip, and I earned a soft ‘fuck’ from it.

Harry’s head lolled to the side as his chest heaved, trying his best not to buck his hips in the air. We both knew I loved to tease him by slowing down my movements, like my strokes and flat tongue licking up his length.

My lips puckered to kiss his tip, before I slightly opened my mouth to suck some of him in my mouth. His eyes darted to mine and his breathing stopped to watch carefully.

“Good girl, keep going,” He sighed as my head moved down to swallow more of him. I felt his girthy size slide against the walls of my mouth until it found my throat. I was caught off guard by a sudden gag, and Harry moaned loudly. “Fuck! Yes, yes, baby. Please.”

I pulled back slightly to breathe through my nose and tried it again. I sucked in my cheeks and swirled my tongue against his cock. His hands gripped the top of the couch to hold back from grabbing the back of my head and pushing me down like he usually did. He wanted to tease himself.

My head bobbed for a while and my hand joined to stroke him when he left my mouth. My other hand had found his balls and caressed them before giving them soft squeezes.

“Again, baby,” Harry mumbled as his words were getting mixed with rough groans. He was a raspy breather when he was in pleasure, so hearing him moan as well was my own nonverbal praise.

I did as he asked and fondled with his balls before trailing my sharp nail to outline their shape. Harry squirmed from the sensitive feeling, and the warmth of his cock deep in my mouth.

“Can I move in you, baby? I can’t sit still anymore,” He asked as more of a warning that his hips were threatening to move. I let his cock slide out of my mouth, but my hand continued to stroke him.

He bucked his hips as the cold air hit him again. I giggled and looked up at him with doe eyes. His head dropped down to watch me and my hand while a wide grin spread across his face.

“So fucking gorgeous,” He sighed, before biting his lip.

I created spit in my mouth, and we both stared at it slowly drool from my puckered lips to his tip like come. My tongue spread it around his length, before I swallowed him back in my mouth. When my eyes met his, I nodded shortly for approval for him to thrust into me.

Harry wasted no time in reaching for the back of my head with his hand and lifting his hips from the couch. I relaxed my jaw and concentrated on my breathing as he repeatedly hit the back of my throat. My hands landed on his thighs to steady myself, and I dug my nails into his skin as he reveled the slight pain they caused.

“Yes, yes, yes, Y/N. Fuck me,” He whined drunklike, pounding his cock into my mouth without any remorse. It was hot, he was hot. He was puddy in my hands, and we both knew it. I moaned loudly around his cock, sending vibrations to his most sensitive point.

I lifted my tongue slightly, from where it rested at the bottom of my mouth, to rub against his thrusts and felt the burn of his fast speed. His thighs were tight from his contracted muscles pushing himself up. They were thick and hairy, and one was covered with a tiger tattoo that was usually ridden on by me.

It became a tendency to kiss his thighs because of how obsessed I was about them. That’s why sucking him off was my favorite because they were both situated right beside me.

“I’m close, baby, so fucking close,” Harry panted as he got sloppy and inconsistent with his thrusts. He was getting tired and sensitive that I started to bob my head to finish him off. I hollowed my cheeks in and brought my hand back to stroke him. He had stopped his hips to let me take over again. “Just like that, Y/N. I’m gonna come so hard, baby.”

His balls were heavy as I toyed with them again. I pulled his cock out slightly so he wouldn’t shoot down my throat. I liked to swallow his come on my own and taste him on my tongue. My hand moved faster and my lips suckled on his tip.

Harry’s head tossed back as his mouth fell agape and let out a raspy moan. Soon his come shot out his tip and his cock shriveled soft. I pulled him out and licked the corners of my mouth to make sure I swallowed all of him.

I waited until he came back from his high to open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He leaned forward to rest his elbow on his thigh while his other hand grasped my jaw. He looked down my wide throat and smirked.

“Good girl, baby. Did such a good job for me.”

I blushed and bit my lip shyly. He chuckled and moved to stuff his cock back in his pants. He looked freshly fucked as a layer of sweat formed on his forehead and exposed chest. His hair fell over his eyes as he looked down at what he was doing.

“You’re so hot,” I whimpered, feeling my panties dampen. “I need you.” Harry’s eyes met mine, and they were full of lust. His dimples poked out as he smiled at me. He leaned forward again so our noses touched.

“When I get back, I want you ready to take my cock,” He whispered before kissing me harshly. I smiled and nodded when he pulled away. He chuckled and kissed me once more. “I can’t get enough of you, baby. I’m gonna be so horny on that stage thinking about you that I’ll have to grind on the mic stand to relieve myself. And you’re gonna watch me, Y/N. How turned on you make me.”

“Or maybe it’s your own songs that are turning you on,” I shrugged.

“I couldn’t write Watermelon Sugar without becoming addicted to eating your cunt, now could I?” He argued. “I’ll be looking out there for you. And don’t touch yourself. Understand?” I nodded again.

Harry kissed my forehead before running out his dressing room. He gave me one last glance and a slight shake of his head. I was confused with what that was about, but just brushed it off and got into my outfit for the night.

He was serious when he said he was horny. Harry wouldn’t stop moaning and teasing himself with the mic stand. The screaming fans wanted him so bad, and I could only watch from afar with a proud smile on my face. None of them knew that their idol had his cock down my throat earlier, and soon to be deep in my cunt as soon as the show was over.

After Harry did the whale and threw up a peace sign, he stared out at the crowd and caught his breath. He blew out many kisses and turned to run off the stage while accepting numerous gifts. I watched him leave from my section, but stayed to listen to the rest of the band finish Kiwi before leaving.

I returned to Harry's dressing room, but as I rounded the corner, he was already at the door, about to open it. His eyes darted to me like a predator, sending shivers up my spine.

“Hey, rockstar. The show was amazing as always,” I exclaimed as his smile grew wide.

“Thanks, baby. I saw you dancing like crazy,” He teased, grabbing my hand and shoving me inside his room. I yelped and was about to scold him for making me about to trip, but I was stopped by a pair of lips. My back slammed against the closed door, and his hands moved frantically under my black lace tank top.

I moaned within the kiss and snaked my arms around his neck. My exposed stomach met his and we both were wildly warm.

“I saw what you were doing on stage,” I whispered as I pulled away from his lips. He grew a smug smirk and lifted a brow.

“Yeah, what was I doing, baby?” He asked, traveling his hands to my ass, covered by my red jeans, and squeezing as best as he could due to the material. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but his tongue immediately darted out and circled my own. He moaned and rutted his core with mine. “God I’m so high on adrenaline right now.”

“Please,” I whined, tightened my arms around his neck to bring him closer, if that was even possible. Harry chuckled and started blindly walking backwards. My eyes were fluttered shut as I was brought back into another intimate kiss.

We eventually returned back to the couch we were busy using pre-concert, and Harry turned us around so that I was pushed down first. I laid the length of the couch, but he immediately followed suit on top of me because my arms wouldn't leave his neck. And we were both desperate for our lips to meet once more.

“You never answered my question, baby. What was I doing on stage, huh?” Harry questioned in my mouth, slowly rolling his hips against my cunt and harshly breathing after each.

“You were teasing yourself.”

“How? What was I doing?”

I groaned when his lips left mine to nip at my jaw and suck an eventual mark. “The mic stand.” I couldn’t fucking speak with his newly hard dent in his pants roughly bucking against me. He was moving faster, and so was his breathing.

“Y/N, tell me. What was I doing to the mic stand?” He pulled his face away to meet eyes with me. His arms were planted next to both sides of my head so I felt very trapped under him. I liked it a lot. “Go on, baby.”

I sucked in a breath and nodded. “You were… uh grinding on it and…”

“And what?”

“You were getting hard. And moaning,” I finished, dropping my eyes down from his intense eye contact. I still felt the sly smirk grow on his lips as his hips slowed down, teasing both of us even more.

“Yeah, I was. God I was so hard, baby,” he moaned, craning his neck down so his lips met my ear. “And guess who I was thinking about.”

I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to say it. I was blushing drastically, and when he chuckled in my ear, I knew he was enjoying me getting shy. He gently kissed my ear then behind it, before sucking a mark. His hips picked up their speed, causing both of us to moan.

He wanted me to take his cock out of his pants. My hand slid between us, trailing my nails along his chest. His hips paused but his lips sucked harder, sizzling his teeth to create a bite mark. It felt so good.

“I bet you’re still wet from earlier, Y/N. You need me, don’t you?” He groaned at the thought. “I told you to be ready for my cock after the show. You better hope you are, for your own sake.”

I bit my lip to contain the loud moan I wanted to let out from his words. My hand blindly unzipped his jeans and searched for his cock over his boxers. It was very hard and sensitive because he suddenly jumped from the contact.

“I’m so ready for you,” I whimpered as I squeezed him, and my other hand left his neck to slide his vest off his shoulder. He caught onto what I wanted and shook it off completely and tossing it to the side.

He pulled his head back to brush his lips over mine and groan in my mouth. He tugged my bottom lip between his teeth as his hips rutted against my hand. I giggled softly, but it turned into a gasp as one of his hands found my neck to grab.

“I can’t wait to ruin you all over again,” He whispered, squeezing the sides of my neck and smirking at my words getting caught in my throat. “Are you gonna be a good girl at let me ruin you? Ruin your cunt?”

My head nodded rapidly in desperation. He could do anything he wanted to me, at that moment. “Please,” I begged, squeezing his cock again. His eyes fell dark, and I couldn’t break the hard contact he held us in.

“Need to undress you first, huh?” He suddenly sat up on his knees and looked down at me, the vision of pure sex. Naked chest, layered with sweat and hard pants from all the adrenaline. His hair was matted from being pushed back throughout the whole show but now curled over his forehead.

His hands trailed up my thighs, scratching at the thick material of my jeans, until he reached the waistline and found the zipper. He swiftly unbuckled me and snaked my jeans off my legs. They were pointed to the air, and Harry took each leg to spread and examine.

“So pretty,” He mumbled to himself, before leaning forward to press his lips to my calves. “and so soft, baby.” He let out a long groan as his hips pushed against my center, causing my legs to attempt to close. His arms circled each to part them farther, and his eyes wandered down to my stained panties.

“Harry,” I sighed at each kiss to my legs. His attention wouldn’t leave my wet spot as his lips traveled lower to my inner thighs. I already had faded bite marks from him, not too long ago, which made him smirk and circle his lips around the spots.

His fingers looped around my panties and he backed away slightly to slip them off my legs. My hips lifted to help him before he crumbled them in his hands and hummed. “You won’t be needing these for the rest of the night,” He smirked down at me.

The cold air of the room found my naked core and I shivered from the shocking pleasure. I bit my lip and threw my head back. “Touch me, please,” I begged Harry, yearning for him inside of me.

“Of course, baby. Anything for you,” He cooed, letting my legs fall on both sides of him and bend at my knees. He slid down so he could rest on his stomach and be found between my legs. His eyes locked with mine as his plush lips kissed both sides of my inner thighs. I whimpered and reached for the back of his head.

His tongue poked out and he hovered over my cunt with hard eye contact. I waited impatiently, but he didn’t move. “Fuck,” I whimpered as my hips snapped up on their own and connected his tongue to my cunt. I gasped as he immediately darted himself inside me and curled against my walls before kissing my entire cunt and doing it again.

One of my hands gripped his hair and tugged to pull moans out of him. My other slapped over my mouth to contain my uncontrollable yelps. Harry paused and extended one of his arms to me, holding up two fingers. He motioned for me to suck on them instead, and I gladly did. I grabbed his wrist and cried out around his fingers.

His tongue was doing wonders on my cunt. Thrusting and circling inside of me, before trailing up to my clit and flicking harshly.

“M-m-more,” I stuttered, and it came out as a muffle around his fingers. He switched to sucking on my fold and clit, finally bringing me close to my release. He could tell without me having to say it as my hips moved on their own and rode his mouth. “I... fuck, Harry.”

I whimpered as his tongue left me and his fingers slipped out of my mouth. He sat back up on his knees to shake his jeans off his legs. He was basically throbbing against his boxers as his hand groped his cock to relieve himself.

“Take your top and bra off,” He demanded with his head tossed back in pleasure. I did as told and slid my lace top off, and unlatched my bra from myself, throwing them both to the side. My breasts laid flat but plush against my chest, and my nipples instantly hardened from the whiff of cold air.

Harry finally stopped torturing himself by taking his boxers off and letting his cock slap up against his stomach. He groaned and grabbed himself, stroking his long length, and his jaw fell agape.

I leaned on my elbows to watch him, and our eyes met suddenly, both of us smiling. “Ready, pretty girl?” I nodded desperately and bucked up my hips. He chuckled and brought his cock to my opening, lining himself up.

His hands found my hips as he suddenly snapped his cock inside of me, both of us gasping together before moaning in relief from finally having each other like we wanted. Harry didn’t wait before pounding recklessly into me.

My breasts jumped from the intensity of his thrusts, and one of my hands found my left to grope and flick at its nipple. I sighed and sucked in a breath.

“Yes, fuck!” Harry groaned, watching our centers meet as I clenched around him, already feeling close to my release. “You’re so tight, baby. I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

My hands found his biceps to grip and dig my nails into. I cried out and tossed my head back into the armrest. I was slowly being pushed up the couch from the intensity of his thrusts. I watched his hips roll, and the outline of his prominent V-line, turning me on even more. He was so fucking sexy.

“Whatcha look at, baby?” I heard him chuckle over me, mixed with groans. I glanced up at him with rolled in lips, and he leaned forward to hover over me. His face came close to mine, our foreheads barely touching from my body moving under him. “You look so fuckable under me, just like this. I can’t stop all the thoughts of what I want to do to you right now, Y/N. I’m trying so hard not to—”

“Ruin me... please,” I begged through staggered breaths. “Just, fuck me harder, Harry. I need it so bad.”

Harry’s eyes suddenly darkened. I couldn’t process what was happening by how fast he moved. He flipped me around on my hands and knees, still holding a tight grip on my hips, and giving me a second to steady myself.

He held his cock and pushed himself back in me. I gasped and dropped my head down. I felt the pleasurable burn of his grip holding my hips as he drilled faster into me. One of my hands came around to pull my right ass cheek apart and felt a new sensation.

Harry moaned, “Such a pretty cunt, Y/N. I love it, I love you so much.” My back arched deeply as my teeth sunk into my forearm. I was getting close, but I didn’t want the pleasure to end.

He continued to pump his cock into me, twisting his hips slightly to change the angle and hit the spot he knew all too well. A loud moan escaped my mouth from the first thrust to my g-spot. “Yes, Harry!”

“I know, baby. Only I know your sweet spot, huh?” He sighed, slightly slowing down his movements to cherish the tightness of my walls clenching around him. “You’re close, I can feel you about to pop.”

“Yes, fuck, I am,” I nodded, mustering up the strength to look over my shoulder and meet eyes with him. His jaw was tight and tilted up, and I wanted to lick up his neck, mark it with all my love bites.

His thrusts became sloppy as his hands ran up my spine. His body suddenly fell on top of mine, his chest against my back, and my ass cheeks snapped louder to his hips.

I felt his hard breaths against my neck as his face snuggled itself in my shoulder. He pressed delicate kisses, even though his thrusts were anything but that. His hand came around my body to find my clit, and his sole finger rubbed circles.

“Don’t, don’t stop, Harry,” I moaned, rutting into his hand.

“Never, baby. I can’t ever stop,” He panted, biting down on my shoulder and fastening the circles on my clit. He eventually slapped it and sent a shock all through my body, causing my walls to clench around his throbbing cock. He gasped and did it again to gain the same reaction from me.

One of Harry’s legs slightly lifted off the couch to change the angle once again. I began to sweat from how long and how intense his cock pounded into me, reaching all different kinds of places inside of me. I hummed and met his thrusts by pushing my ass back against him.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck, Harry,” I whimpered, feeling my legs grow weak as they began to shake. “I can’t hold myself.”

Once again, Harry’s cock left me and I was flipped around to my back. His chest met mine as he laid on top and slipped himself back in easily. His face found the crook of my neck and his hands gripped my hips before he was back to pounding at a faster pace than before.

“I’m right behind you. I’m gonna fill you up so much, and you better make sure you keep all of it inside until we get back to the hotel,” He whispered in my ear before kissing behind it. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist, and my heels dug into his ass cheeks. I felt each time he clenched to push himself into me.

“Are you going to let me wear my panties again?” I asked boldly, even though we both knew the answer. He chuckled into my neck, and blatantly ignored my question.

His hand found my clit again as I stuttered my release coming. “How does it feel? Hmmm? Gonna come around me?” My head tossed back as my nails dragged down his back. “Let go, Y/N. I got you, baby, I got you.” I squeezed around his cock and felt the pop in my stomach as I released. I moaned out his name and held him tighter.

“Shit, my fucking god, Y/N,” Harry groaned, bucking his hips into me once more and keeping himself as deep as he could. His voice was raspy and deep in my ear, instantly turning me on again. His release quickly followed suit, and he pumped a few times to push his come deeper.

Our breaths fell in sync as we waited for them to slow down together. Harry unintentionally rutted in me again, causing both of us to gasp. “Shit sorry,” He mumbled, pulling his head back to find my lips. “Your walls are so fucking tight still. I could fuck you all over again,” He whispered before he enveloped us in a passionate kiss. My hands ran up into his hair and tangled my fingers in his curls.

Harry slowly pulled himself out of me and I whimpered at the lost of contact. He chuckled and toyed my tongue with his, capturing us in a steamy make out session.

Post-show sex. Adrenaline. Sweat. Moans.

I love it.

oh my ...

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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YOU'RE STANDING IN FRONT OF HARRY WHILE HE'S ON HIS KNEES AND YOU're WEARING ONE OF HIS BUTTONED SHIRTS OVER YOUR LINGERIE SET.ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS THE GLITTERY / SEE THROUGH ONE.

using this msg shirt as the shirt for the story

*smut cause pussy eating is harry's specialty¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A break from tour was just what Harry needed, and he needed time to spend with you. You were with him, but you barely saw him. You would see him in the morning, then he would go to sound check and then the concert, then off to bed.

Harry had two weeks off from tour, and that's what you both needed. Harry dropped his bags on the bed in your house, while you stood on the balcony in the warm Los Angeles weather.

Harry started to unzip his bag, but did a double take at you. Harry stood up and opened the door behind you, wrapping his arms slowly around your waist with his chin in your neck. "I’m so happy I can relax with you.”

"Do you want to go relax in the living room or out by the pool and I’ll put your clothes in the wash?" You ask and spin in his hands, Harry nodding and kissing you softly.

"I love you, thank you peach.” Harry kissed your forehead and headed downstairs, and you unzipped his bag. You pulled out his comfy clothes and some outfits he kept from tour, and you pulled out his Madison Square Garden outfit, with the sheer black shirt and white pants.

You bit your lip and took off your shirt, digging in the back of your closet and looking for the red lingerie you had bought before tour. You knew not to bring on tour, because he wouldn't get to appreciate it like he should.

You bit your lip with a smile and you slid the sheer black top over your body, buttoning it up at your belly button and twirling, checking how amazing it looked from the front and the back.

You grew nervous as you took each step, seeing Harry sitting back on his hands with his feet in the pool. You slide the door open, Harry sitting up and looking over his shoulder, doing a double take at you standing in the door way.

"Oh my.. is that my shirt?" He grinned and you nodded, Harry pulling his feet out of the water and walking towards you. "Come here.”

You shake your head, backing up a bit and Harry furrows his eyebrows. You back up and go to open the door, but you fumble and Harry presses you against the glass. "Do you like it?"

Harry hums, his fingertip pressing against your chest and tracing your body, following the curve of your breast and down your stomach, tracing the pattern of the red lace. His finger reached the bottom of your stomach, pressing the clip against your body that connected the top to the underwear.

"I would love to take you here, right now. But I want to hear you moan my name and not have the police called.” His nose pressed into your cheek and kissed your neck, fingers pulling the elastic of the clips and snapping it against your skin. "Get inside, onto that bed. Now.”

You smile with a hand pressing flat on his chest, pushing up and around his neck. Your thumb rubbed over his jaw and pushed him onto his knees on the concrete. “Who are you speaking to like that?”

His hands hold your thighs as your hand grips his hair. “I’m sorry. I just want to rip it off you.” He kissed your skin softly, kissing down your leg until he reached your ankle. "I should worship you, not control you."

Harry moved to the other leg, kissing from your ankle and up your leg. His head moved under the shirt and kissed your pussy over your underwear. You sigh and grip his hair, pressing your back flat against the glass. Harry pushes a leg up onto his shoulder, pulling your underwear off your leg and stuffing it in his pocket.

"Harry.." You whimper, biting your bottom lip as his tongue flicks against your clit. Two fingers slide into you and you gasp just as the sun comes out.

"See? The universe is yours." He hums against you and you nearly collapse. He stands and holds your hips, your fingers holding the hair at the back of his neck and moaning as you taste yourself on his tongue. "I love you, peach."

"I love you, H." You breathe between kisses, pulling yourself up on his body. Harry's hands smooth over your ass as he pulls you up. "Take me upstairs, please."

"Such good manners." He hums and kisses your neck, bringing you to the room and pushing his stuff off the bed. He lays you on the sheets and drags his hands down your body while inhaling and exhaling slowly. "My god, have I ever told you how crazy it makes me to see you wear my clothes? Especially in lingerie?"

"I don't know, Harry, you'll just have to show me." You rolled onto your knees with your ass perched in the air, directly in Harry's face. You yelp as you feel his teeth sink into your skin, then a harsh sting.

"I will definitely show you, peach."

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Star Child Part 1

This one is fun because I like the idea of both of them being famous.

Newscaster: In entertainment news today, Indiana is hosting it’s own Love Loud concert for the first time this year. The idea which spawned from Dan Reynolds of Imagine Dragon’s fame in his own home state of Utah, is to be a celebration of all the kinds of love that are out there, but mainly focusing on the LGBTQ+ community, as proceeds from the concert will go toward charities helping disadvantaged LGBTQ+ children and youth.

The headliner, or shall we say, headliners as Corroded Coffin and Steve Harrington formerly of the boy band, The Kings will be co-headlining tonight. Both are Indiana natives, having made it big. Corroded Coffin, best known for their heavy metal riffs and hard hitting lyrics, formed as a band in their high school and made it big in just two short years. Last year, they sold out Madison Square Garden in under 5 minutes.

Which couldn’t be farther from Steve Harrington’s music if it was designed that way. Steve Harrington made it big in the boy band The Kings, with bandmates, Billy Hargrove, Tommy Hagan, and Jonathan Byers. At the height of their stardom, Steve broke away to write his own music and shot to the top of the charts with his first hit single ‘Drowning in Your Brown Eyes’. Since then Steve has charted ever single he’s put out since.

Steve Harrington will open for Corroded Coffin who will finish off the night with the kind of explosive showmanship they are known for.

Other acts tonight are...

Eddie turned off the TV in his hotel room, having seen what he wanted to. It was nice to see that his band was given the same amount of air time Steve Harrington did. More, technically. It only took selling out MSG to get that kind of recognition. Which was fine. It was what it was. Metal would always be looked down on as other. But that Steve was only mentioned in reference to his old boy band made him smile.

Considering that asshole had made their sound check hell. And worse he didn’t have his band to bitch to, because all three of them were suddenly enamored with pretty boy Stevie.

So yeah, okay, so what if Steve had good sense of timing, solid vocals, and great music writing skills? It just made him more annoying, not less.

He flopped back on the bed and covered his face with hands, to muffle his screams of frustration.

Eddie got up and decided, Fuck it. Fuck Steve Harrington. He was going to blow this stuck up prick out of the water tonight.

He put on his tightest jeans, his messiest chains on his belt, wrists, and neck. He put on a leather jacket and no shirt. He pulled on his chunkiest boots and looked at himself in the mirror.

Fuck yeah.

He grabbed his guitar, and smiled one last time in the mirror.

Eddie was sitting in the makeshift green room, tuning his baby and steadfastly ignoring his bandmates.

“I still think this whole idea is stupid,” he groused.

Jeff scoffed. “You’re just bitter you didn’t think of it first.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “As if. I just don’t think our fans are going to like it.”

“If they don’t,” Gareth said, tapping out a beat on his thigh with his fingers, “then they’re stupid and shouldn’t be our fans.”

“Besides,” Brian said, “this isn’t our usual gig. You’re supposed to do outrageous shit like this.”

Eddie sighed. “Fine whatever.”

Steve was having the time of his life. He was singing his heart out and the crowd was eating it up.

He watched the audience to see if they had caught on to the trick yet. But it didn’t seem like anyone had. It was seamless.

And then it was time for the last song and he moved from center stage to the left and the crowd got a little restless. What was that about?

Steve grinned. “This boy he’s a real star child...” he sang. And crowd went wild.

They went even crazier when the other side of the stage lit up to reveal Eddie Munson, lead singer and guitarist for Corroded Coffin.

“This guy feels like a jaguar...” he belted into his mic.

And the crowd melted and then roared to life as these two singers who couldn’t be further apart musically tore up “Low Key in Love” by The Struts and Paris Jackson.

Eddie kept looking over at Steve and he’s not sure if it’s the song, the lights, or the way Steve is putting his heart and soul into singing, that he falls a little bit in love with this man.

And then Steve looked directly at him as he sang, “Maybe I’ll never have the guts to say what’s on my mind!”

And it’s a good thing the rest of the song was just repeats of the earlier parts, because Eddie nearly blue screened it.

And then the last cords fade away and the crowd is still screaming.

Steve threw his arms around Eddie as they cheered.

“What the hell, Harrington?” Eddie murmured away from the mic. “Where was that growl and energy during the sound check?”

“And risk my voice before a set?” Steve whispered back.

Eddie turned bright pink.

“Corroded Coffin!” Steve screamed, stepping away from Eddie first, as to not blow out his ears. And the lights came on behind them to reveal that the Corroded Coffin members had been playing almost the whole set.

“I love my guys,” he continued. “I tour with some of the best in the business, but playing with Corroded Coffin is a dream come true!”

Jeff, Gareth, and Brian all cheered, while Eddie continued to cover his face with his hair to hide the blush.

“Let’s hear it for Corroded Coffin everyone!”

And the crowd cheered even louder.

Steve clapped Eddie on the shoulder and bowed out.

Eddie did the only thing he knew how to do. And that was rock out. He channeled all his emotions into his music.

“Let’s get it started!” he roared into his mic. And then launched into ‘Boys for Boys’ one of their first singles about being gay in the metal scene.

After the show when Eddie was riding high off the pure adrenaline of playing to such a crowd, when he nearly ran into Steve. Like almost bulled him over.

“Shit, man,” Eddie said. “I’m sorry.”

Steve smiled softly. “It’s no trouble, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He patted Eddie on the shoulder and slipped into the crowd.

Eddie frowned, but shrugged and dug into his jacket pocket for his lighter and pack of cigs. But his hand touched a bit of paper first and he pulled it out.

It read Hopper’s Bar 11pm -Steve and on the back was a phone number. He blinked and looked back at the direction Steve had gone but the crowd had closed around him and he couldn’t see anything, let alone Steve.

He pulled out his phone and put Steve’s number in under Pretty Boy and then synced it to the cloud. Because Eddie wasn’t about that rom-com bullshit about losing a number and never seeing the person again.

He walked back to the green room to meet up with the guys. He was greeted by lots of booze and loud cheering.

“You still think it was a shit idea, Eddie?” Brian teased.

Eddie scoffed. “Even broken clock is right twice a day, man.”

He leaned over to put his guitar away and something fluttered at of his pocket.

Jeff leaned over to pick it up. He pursed his lips and shook his head. He shoved it at Eddie. “You still want to tell me he wasn’t flirting with you at sound check?”

Gareth and Brian perked up.

“What’s this?” Gareth asked, leaning over to see around Eddie.

“Steve gave Eddie his number and asked him out,” Jeff said with a grin.

Gareth and Brian started stomping and oohing.

Eddie yanked the paper out of Jeff’s hand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You know I can’t stand the guy.”

Brian laughed. “Yeah, so why didn’t you throw it away, then?”

Eddie could feel the blush burning his neck and ears. “Shut it.” He snapped the clasps on his guitar case and booked it to their limo, the chorus of laughter following him close behind.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

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CAN’T GET CAUGHT

Requestie for the bestie, @0bsessioncntr.

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 2903

SUMMARY: YOUR ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY WAS MEANT TO BE SPENT ON A BEACH IN BALI— NOT IN THE GREEN ROOM OF THE MADISON SQUARE GARDEN, BUT AFTER A SCHEDULING CONFLICT RHEA HAD SOMEHOW CONVINCED YOU TO POSTPONE YOUR CELEBRATION FOR A FEW DAYS. EVEN THOUGH RHEA’S WORK ALWAYS CAME FIRST, SHE KNEW JUST HOW MUCH THE TRIP MEANT TO YOU AND DECIDED TO GIVE YOU A LITTLE SURPRISE TO TIDE YOU OVER.

TW: Smut Warning (18+) Teasing, Choking, Fingering, Praise.

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Both your palms pressed down against the bathroom countertop as your shimmering gaze ran over your reflection in the mirror. Your current surroundings wasn’t exactly where you’d expected to be on your one year anniversary, but a conflict with Rhea’s schedule had left you attending her match in New York City and not sipping Pina Colada’s on the beach in Bali.

You’d been planning the perfect anniversary vacation for weeks— so you knew that your actual anniversary date would be spent in a stuffy arena instead of tanning under the glistening sun, but Rhea had promised you no work talk for a whole week when you finally got on that plane to paradise.

Pulling your long curls into a high ponytail, you lean in closer to admire the neatly written MAMI on your cheek. You’d taken to showing support for your girlfriend by embellishing your flesh with her name, the sign of affection always causing the alpha female to secretly swoon.

Lifting your gaze slowly as you heard the bathroom door open behind you, Rhea’s sapphire hues catch your own in the reflective glass before you as a devilish grin claimed her lips.

“There you are.”

Eyes locked with her mirrored reflection, you cast Rhea a warm simper before pulling your focus back to your own image in the glass.

“What are you doing here?”

You flick your gaze to Rhea’s reflection before looking back at yourself once more to check the perfect lines of your flushed glossed lips.

“Your match is in twenty minutes, shouldn’t you be backstage warming up or something?”

You questioned the sassy tone in your voice as the words left your lips, not sure if it was lighthearted enough. Batting full lashes as you made eye contact with Rhea’s reflection once more, your lips threatening a gentle smile as she crossed her muscular arms across her chest.

“Oh, you have an attitude today?”

Rhea’s purred as a manicured brow arched skyward before she gave your form a quick up and down with a impish gaze, her plump tongue coaxing over her front teeth with an eat shit smirk.

Slowly crossing the bathroom floor in your direction, Rhea didn’t once take her darkened eyes off you. She always looked so sultry when she wore makeup, her natural beauty only heightened by the purples and blacks that were painted across her lids. Gently nibbling at your lower lip as the desire in Rhea’s eyes burned at your skin, you spin on sneaker clad feet to face her dead on. Each of her steps seemed to take for what felt like hours, time keeping you apart as some kind of torture.

You wanted her near you, you desired to touch her and feel her fingertips against your skin but she should be focusing on her job and not keeping you entertained. There would be plenty of time to celebrate each other on your trip.

Craning your neck upwards as Rhea came toe to toe with you, you fell back slightly to rest against the sink countertop. Rhea towered over you as the smell of her perfume flooded your nostrils, the intoxicating aroma causing a pool of saliva to form on your tongue quicker than you could swallow it back. Even after all this time together, she still intimated you with her power and stature.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Your tone dripped with innocence as you peered up at her through full lashes. Your fingers slowly curling around the counters edge, you flinch slightly as in one swift motion Rhea snapped her arms out either side to you— caging you in place against the countertop.

“Now now lover, we don’t have time for games.”

Your palms move to smooth over the soft skin of Rhea’s biceps, fingertips dancing across her shoulders before securing around her neck. Reaching up on your tiptoes, you press your lips tentatively against her own before dropping back to the ground.

“No lipstick tonight?”

Your brow arched slightly at the only imperfection to Rhea’s otherwise flawless makeup, a cheeky grin plastering her uncolored lips as she leant down to whisper softly against your earlobe.

“Didn’t want to make a mess.”

Before you had time to react you feel the feverish heat of Rhea’s lips as she began to devour your neck in heated kisses, a soft whimper vibrating from your chest as you gripped your nails into the subtle flesh of her shoulder blades. You forgot to breathe as Rhea’s hungry kisses turned into sharp nips and eager sucking against your fragile flesh, your head cantering backwards as your girlfriend left her mark upon you.

Your heavy lids fell closed as your spine arched slightly, the aggressiveness of Rhea’s hunger for your skin causing a throaty moan to break through your lips. You hadn’t noticed Rhea’s arms move from your side until her lips retract from your throat and your eyes snap open. Watching curiously as she joined her palms behind her back. Was that it? She was going to rial you up like that and then leave you?

Jutting out your lower lip in a playful pout, you continue to watch her with caution. It wouldn’t be the first time Rhea had tempted you with her womanly ways before disappearing to some work thing.

“I thought we didn’t have time for playing games. Don’t tell me you’re done already.”

A throat chuckled vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she gave you a quick up and down, her palms reemerging to grasp at your hips and effortlessly lift you up to sit upon the sink counter.

“Just getting started, baby girl.”

Rhea purred as her muscular frame took a small step back. You hadn’t noticed the purple bandana in her grasp until she handed it towards you, a small hum leaving your throat as you tentatively reached out to grab it. It was very common that she’d used the small square of fabric in your intimate moments and it didn’t bother you one bit.

Slowly coiling your fingers around the cloth, you chew playfully at your bottom lip. What would it be used for this time you wondered as you awaited further instruction.

“Which sense do I lose this time?”

An eat shit smirk captured Rhea’s lips as she closed the space between you once more, slipping in between your thighs as her heated lips returned to the hollow of your collarbone. Even the slightest touch from her caused you to whimper in desire and this time was no different, your forearms draping over Rhea’s shoulders as you tilted and angled your neck to allow her the best access. You couldn’t imagine what your neck looked like right now, undoubtably the flesh would be embellished with purple and blue bruising by the time Rhea was done. Mami always left her mark.

Painfully slowly, Rhea’s kisses moved back up your neck towards your jaw. You wanted her to kiss you, to feel her lips against yours. Gently craning your neck in attempts to meet her lips, you gasp as Rhea’s fingertips grip around your jaw and turn you away.

“Come on now baby girl, you know the rules.”

Tugging your earlobe softly between her pearly whites, you swallow back a moan as Rhea released your jaw and took a step back.

A devilish glimmer flashed behind Rhea’s gaze as she fixated on her masterpiece, admiring the chain of bruises that claimed your throat like a necklace.

“Be a good girl and put that on for Mami.”

Rhea’s tone dripped with authority as her sapphire hues flicked down to the bandana in your gasp, her plump tongue sliding over her lips before she turned her back on you to head over towards the bathroom door.

Following Rhea’s orders, you chew eagerly at your lower lip. Bringing the purple cloth up to cover your eyes before tying it tightly behind your head, pulling your ponytail free as the soft sound of a click from the door lock muffled through the fabric into your eardrums.

You could only slightly hear the sound of Rhea’s footsteps as she crossed back towards the sink, a tremor running up your spin as her palms slid over the expanse of your thighs. Her touch always caused your skin to pimple, her fingertips like fire and ice against your flesh.

Losing your eyesight caused all your other senses to heighten, making every inch of your skin hypersensitive to Rhea’s touch as she danced her fingertips over the exposed flesh of your thighs. You hated when she tempted you, but more often than not the reward was worth the wait.

“Please don’t tease me.”

You purred as your palms felt around for her own, a soft whimper parting your lips as she slaps your hands away. Rhea didn’t like to be rushed when it came down to pleasing her woman, but her match started in fifteen minutes and you didn’t want to be left high and dry when her job pulled her away.

“Patience princess, let Mami work.”

You could feel her nimble fingers toying with the lace between your thighs as her lips once more returned to the supple flesh of your jugular vein, pearly whites grazing against the pulse point like a lioness waiting to devour its prey.

You hummed softly as Rhea parted your thighs further so she could push her thumb against your sensitive bud, your hips arching towards her as you swallowed the pool of saliva that collected on your tongue.

You wanted to call her name— beg her to just take you but you’d already been warned about the rules and knew to wait until the right time.

Rhea’s thumb paused as she felt your hips shift, the fiery sensation of her lips at your throat disappearing in an instant and were replaced with a firm grip. The pads of her fingers finding just the right spots to make your toes curl.

“Mm—”

The pressure against your throat tightened slightly as the fingers near your core twitched.

“What’s a matter, baby?”

She was testing you. You knew what she wanted but you were more than ready to give it to her, you didn’t want to wait any longer.

Inhaling a shallow breath as Rhea’s fingers slipped skillfully beneath the lace of your panties, you roll you hips eagerly against them.

“Mami, please.”

Rhea slowly curled the tips of her fingers around your jawline, craning your neck down to press her lips feverishly against yours. Her plump tongue wasted no time invading your mouth, as she gently caressed your entrance with two fingertips.

Your tongues battled with dominance against each other as she gently inserted her fingers into the tightness of your core, your back arching and you head falling back as a soft moan parted your lips.

Rhea’s classic eat shit grin claimed her lips as she began to slowly pump her fingers up and down against your slick walls, her warm breath casting across your skin as she moved closer to whisper in your ear.

“That’s my good girl.”

Rhea’s grip still remained locked around your neck as she sucked the shell of your ear between her lip, her two fingers increasing their speed as you greedily rolled you hips. You expected punishment, Rhea hated being rushed and insisted on taking her time with you but the desire to have your girlfriend bring you over that edge was currently in charge.

“Awe, what do you want baby.”

Rhea purred, her lips moving to suckle at the soft spot below your ear as she waited for your response.

You could already feel every muscle in your body beginning to tighten, Rhea’s skilled fingers keeping up their rhythm as you gripped your fingers around the countertop. You wanted more— no, you needed more and you knew just how to get it.

One of your palms moved to snake into Rhea’s slicked back tendrils as you gently forcing against her hold around your throat to find her ear, your voice slightly labored as you spoke.

“I want you, always.”

A throaty chuckle vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she turned into your lips, her palm that clung to you throat dropping to rest upon your thigh as the pace of her fingers quickened.

Curling her fingers against just the right spot, Rhea kissed feverishly against your lips as a plethora of muffled moans fought from your chest. Each pump of her fingers tightening the tension in your stomach like an elastic band waiting to snap.

Breaking your kiss as you pant for air, your hips begin to grind against Rhea’s fingers once more. The fingertips of her free palm gripping onto your leg as to hold you still, you whimper in need as she continued to curl her fingers deep inside you.

“Pl— please, Mami.”

You whimpered as you hips continued to rock against her, desperate for her to bring you to completion.

“Please.”

You panted again. Your fingers tugging at the length of Rhea’s hair as her lips pressed heated kisses along your jaw.

Your begging was like music to Rhea’s ears as she continued to add more to her artwork upon your flesh, her rhythm slowing down only slightly to make you squirm. She was being such a tease and you knew it, but you had limited time and she couldn’t keep you waiting forever.

Tugging at Rhea’s hair to pull her from your pulse point, you tightened your hold to keep her head in place. If you couldn’t get what you wanted, she wouldn’t get what she wanted.

Rhea’s lower lip rolled beneath her teeth as she fought back to urge to stop all her actions all together, the idea of leaving you so close to release flashing through her mind as you gripped tightly to her hair.

“Demiii..”

You whined, wiggling your hips in eager desperation as a throaty chuckle vibrated in Rhea’s chest. Her slender fingers retracting from your upper thigh to coil back around your throat like a serpent.

“Want to try that again, baby girl?”

You knew exactly what she was referring too. When it came to your passionate moments it was always Mami and never Demi, she thrived off the power and you always enjoyed giving her dominant control.

“Mami— I..”

A soft moan from your chest vibrated against Rhea’s palm as she tightened her grip, her lips morphing into a devilish smirk as she watched you intently.

“I ache for you. Let me cum, please.”

Your back arched towards Rhea as she slowly slipped a third finger into the tightness of your core, your slick walls tensing around each digit as she increased the speed of her actions once more. Each pump of her fingers pulling you back towards the edge, towards the euphoria that you craved so much.

A plethora of moans pulled from your throat as you released Rhea’s hair, moving your palm to place it on top of her own as you encouraged her to squeeze tighter. The less air you could consume meant for a higher high when the band finally snapped.

Each thrusting motion of Rhea’s fingers wound up the tension in your stomach, your legs beginning to tremble as you could feel your climax drawing closer and closer.

“Fuuck..”

You purred, as your palms slammed down against the counter to grip tightly at its edge. Your toes beginning to curl and your head lulling back as Rhea’s tight hold around the column of your throat remained fixed.

The edge was close, you could feel it pulling you. Coiling one of your legs around Rhea’s waist you rest your heel in the small of her back as she increases her thrusts, the pad of her thumb finding your sensitive bundle of nerves and rotating counterclockwise.

The extra pressure against your clit caused you to inhale sharply, a satisfied chuckle parting Rhea’s lips as she leant forward slightly to hover her lips against your own. Whispering gently before pressing them together in a heated kiss.

“Be a good girl and cum for Mami.”

Your lips moved against each other in perfect unison, your tongues returning to explore each others mouths as your grip against the counter loosened. Your fingers winding round the back of Rhea’s neck to keep her close as you hips bucked for the last time.

The tension in your stomach reached its breaking point and you let out a pleasured moan as you released yourself over Rhea’s eager fingers that continued to pump through your climax, your head craning back and breaking your kiss as your nails dug into the supple flesh of her neck.

A soft whimper left your lips as Rhea retracted her fingers from deep within your slick walls, your fingertips moving back to play with the ends of her hair as you tried your best to level your breath.

You legs trembling and your inhales labored, you swallow the saliva that pooled on your tongue. A small flinch traveling down your spine as you felt nimble fingers against your ear, the brightness of the room causing you to squint as Rhea removed your blindfold.

“You did so well, princess.”

Rhea uttered as the pads of her thumbs moved to stroke against the apples of your cheeks, her lips curving into a warm simper as she leant forward to press a gentle kiss to your temple before whispering against the shell of your ear.

“Happy Anniversary, baby girl.”

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being funny in a foreign language!

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I sit in the backseat of my car.

I should be driving home. I should have my hands on the wheel, but I refuse. I stared out the window and allowed my hand to trace the glass. It’s chilly against the soft skin of my palm. When I brought my hand away, a cloudy mark became visible.

It’s simplistic and tasteless. Something about it made me smile.

New York is cold: the air is still, and the sky is navy blue, but there are specks of gold there, too.

The radio is on. I’m painfully quiet. I don’t mumble to myself, I barely even move. I chewed at my cheeks, eating away at the insides of my mouth. Small scabs cover the pinkish-orange skin of my lips. I bite at them, tear away, and hope they don’t bleed.

I curse at myself while sitting in the back. I punch at the headrest. I curl into a ball, my knees tucked closely to my chest. People walk by, they wander, and look on. Sometimes, while minding my business, I wish on the stars for someone to ask me how I am.

No one ever does.

Life, after a while of living, begins to feel suffocating. New York is no longer magical to me. The holidays become placeholders, not memory makers. Through it all, I miss him the most. It’s sour like a cherry picked fresh from the orchard. I miss the coffee stains, his laugh, and his messy notebooks filled with niche lyrics only I could understand.

I miss the caffeine highs and simple nights when all we did was drink.

Through the rubble, I miss his touch and how everything felt okay when he held me.

His band is performing at Madison Square Garden.

I had tickets.

I had planned on going, but I never showed up. Instead, I lingered in the parking lot. Was I doomed to linger? Was I doomed to watch from the sidelines as he got on stage each night and forgot I had existed? Even if I had shown, would he have stopped and looked for me like he used to?

Things were different now, yet everything felt the same.

I was the same.

Before I climbed back into the front seat, I waited for the concert to end. I waited for people to pour out. It felt surreal. It felt bitter and confusing not being present, but I ignored that feeling for a wink. I pushed it deep down, stepping lightly on the gas and pulling my car around.

I drove past the empty tour buses parked on the side of the road. I slowed down briefly, scanning the backstage door. I contemplated parking my car and going up to it.

However, I didn’t have to.

While staring at it, he wandered out. A cigarette hung loose from his lips, slightly balanced by his fingers. I had made a total stop in the middle of the road, my hands holding onto the wheel of my car.

Before I could speed off, he spots me. He looks up and glares through my tinted windows. Ash falls from the cigarette, a trail of smoke following behind him as he walks up to my passenger side.

I roll down the window.

“How was it?” My words are careful.

“Okay,” he mutters. “There’s another show here tomorrow.”

“That’s nice.” My face is blank, the streetlights engulfing my car.

He thinly smiles, like he’s sure talking to me is a bad idea. “You didn’t show.”

“Was I supposed to?” I ask him.

He shakes his head, his curls moving with him. “No. I just thought you would’ve.”

I go to speak again, but he continues. “Ross asked where you were. I guess the guys aren’t used to it, you know? We went backstage for a moment. It felt like something was missing.”

“Nothing’s missing,” I reply. “Everything is in place.”

“It isn’t, Guin,” he says. There’s a sense of sternness in his voice. “You know that.”

“No,” I say. “It’s okay.”

His eyes are colorless, no longer brown and soft. “Guinevere, why are you sat out here?”

“I was driving home,” I lied.

He knows this isn’t true. My house is quite far from the venue. His eyebrows shift. “No.”

My lips part. “You don’t believe me?”

He puts slight pressure on his right foot, his hand above his hip. “You’re not a good liar.”

“I had pit tickets,” I mutter. “I didn’t end up going, sold it at the last minute.”

“Why?” He asked me.

“Look around, Matty.” My voice grows in volume.

For a moment, I pause. Everyone can hear us, even the people inside.

I adjust in my car seat. “Nothing’s simple anymore. There used to be some euphoric feeling being there and watching you, but it’s gone.”

“It’s not gone,” he says. “You keep running, Guin. If you’d just stop and face me, things wouldn’t be so fucking difficult to understand.”

I sigh, and he glares. Even if I focus on the road, I can still sense his eyes on me. His cigarette burns out, and he throws the butt onto the pavement. My hands are clammy. I remove them from the wheel of my car and let my sweater sleeves fall over them. Despite our current conversation, he grins. I cannot tell if it’s bittersweet or a parting message. “It’s late. Go home if you’re going. Or, you can stay. You can come inside with me.”

“I can’t, Matty.” I shake my head, my hair loose against my face.

Something on his face changes, like he’s stopped fighting for me. I can feel the shift in tone, his expression shadowed and dim. I frown. I want to go inside. I want to go up to him and say everything I haven’t been able to. I feel trapped in one spot, my body scarily still.

“Okay,” he replies. “Goodnight, then.”

He turns around and walks toward the door. Before he goes back inside completely, he lingers along the doorframe. I see him thinking something over, his eyes refusing to stay still.

After a brief moment, he lets the door shut behind him.

He disappeared into the concert venue, and I drove away without thinking.

It's sad. It makes me long for how we were just a year ago.

I know it's my fault, but things could be different.

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