#so when i was finished i opened up band au and got to write about maidris being so oblivious it hurts <3

[spellmage]

trying to juggle my nano project and the band au (i can’t bear to abandon it for an entire month) is honestly kind of fun ? they’ve got completely different vibes so it’s nice going from my initially quite depressing nano thing to my silly fic <3

[nathaslosthershit]

Birthday Celebrations (Teen Dad!OP81)

(Part 5 of my Teen Dad AU [can be read in any order])

Summary: The Piastri twins, with the help of their mom, try to make their Dad’s 23rd birthday as special as it can be. Warnings: I am currently pregaming a pregame so I am not writing this while sober. Also I decided to make this super fluffy because it only makes Tensions Rise so much sadder.  A/N: Name reveal for the twins! Also this takes place before Tensions Rise, which originally took place at the Silverstone GP but I have changed it to Suzuka :)

6 am on April 6th, Honey woke up to her alarm. It was earlier than she would usually wake up. On most days, her 3 year olds woke her up at around 7:30, but today she decided to make sure she was waking up ahead of them, in order to intercept any attempts to wake up Oscar on his 23rd birthday. 

She had finished decorating the kitchen when she heard tiny footsteps approaching. Two bleary-eyed toddlers entered the kitchen and looked around, eyes opening wide with a sort of wonder only young children seem to have, as they saw all the balloons and streamers around the room.

“Hi babies, are you excited for today?” Honey asked as she hugged each of her kids. Seeing the confusion appear on their faces, she added, “It's your dad’s birthday! And I think it's about time to wake him up. Are you both ready?”

She was met with enthusiastic nods and once promising that they would get the cake they so desired, she held both their hands as she quietly opened her bedroom door, letting the twins loose to wake their dad up. 

Oscar had been blissfully asleep when he felt weight on him, suddenly throwing him out of sleep. Immediately concerned, he sat up with an impressive amount of swiftness before he realized it was his children sitting on top of him.

“Happy birthday Daddy!” They both screamed at the same time, immediately shoving the cards they had made him a few days prior in his face. They couldn’t write properly yet, so Honey transcribed what the scribbles meant in her much nicer handwriting below. 

“Aw, thank you both. What a frightening but sweet way to wake up.” He said as he gave them both a kiss on the head. He then turned to Honey, who had let the toddlers get their moment with him. Kissing him passionately, the adults only stopped once they heard the ‘ew’s from their two kids. 

“Happy birthday, darling.” She said as she handed him a jewelry box.

“I thought we said no gifts for holidays? That the money should go towards the kids?” Oscar asked as he held the box.

“That was when we were teens and you weren’t making F1 money.” She sassily replied.

Opening the box, he was confused when he saw two gold bands inside, a perfect fit for his and Honey’s ring fingers.

“Look at the engravings.” She quickly added. There, the names Frances and Hudson were engraved, the names belonging to the two kids sitting next to them on the bed. “I thought I would buy the bands ahead of time. I know we aren’t getting married for a bit but I really wanted to add their names to the inside and knew you aren’t big on getting gifts. Think of it as our first step towards our wedding” She rambled. She got nervous the longer he stared at the gift, was it too soon? Did he hate it?

“Honey, this is the sweetest thing ever.” He said as he began to tear up. They hadn’t started wedding planning, with how busy things had been, it seemed impossible to find the time. This was the first real step towards their forever. As he looked at them, it finally settled in how much he needed to marry her as soon as he could. 

“God I can’t wait to marry you.” He whispered, more to himself than to her. 

“I can’t wait to marry you too, Oscar. Now, let's go feed these hungry kids. I made special birthday pancakes.”

[awesumsaus]

cave

wc: 6.5k

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

part two of pretty when I cry

summary: Ever the man of his word, your boyfriend Joel finally fulfills your need to have him claim that secret little part of you.

a/n: welcome back besties. thank you so much to everyone that checked out part one, I seriously can’t believe the response it’s gotten. again please heed the warnings and skip of you don’t think this is for you. otherwise hope y’all enjoy my absolutely depraved writing 

warnings/tags: explicit 18+ (minors dni), no outbreak au, softdom!joel, very needy/emotional reader, joel can pick reader up (I’m convinced this man could lift anyone), smut smut smut literal porn (ok a TINY bit of plot), established relationship, age gap (not really mentioned in this one), so much daddy kink, dd/lg dynamics, tiny bit of degradation kink, whole lot of praise kink, joel tummy™️, spanking, unprotected pinv, oral (m receiving), plug use, ass eating (brief), anal sex, subspace, joel is still a consent king, fluffy aftercare (these bitches are in love)

It wasn’t until two weeks later that either of you brought it up. You’d been thinking about it, that morning, admittedly far too often. The way his fingers and tongue explored the very hidden spots of your body, pushed the limit of what you can and can’t handle. But you couldn’t ask him, couldn’t be the first one to bring it up. It was the game the two of you played, you being far too shy to voice this filthy little need, and Joel far too teasing to give it up without you asking.

But it was becoming unbearable, thoughts of him arising at the most inopportune times, whether that be when you were laying in bed at home, alone while Joel was working a double shift, or at work when there were millions of other tasks you should be focusing on, but all you could think about was your boyfriend finally claiming that secret little part of you. 

And so tonight you’d decided to put an end to your suffering, devising your own little plan to set things in motion, one that you were comfortable with, and that you knew Joel wouldn’t object to. 

The two of you were getting ready, having made plans to meet Joel’s brother for dinner at 7. It was already 6:30 by the time you finished your hair, still dressed in nothing but one of Joel’s t-shirts and a lacy thong. Usually, your lateness was just a result of you losing track of time, trying to tame flyaways, or pausing to belt out one of the songs that came up on your playlist. Little did Joel know that this time around you were stalling, working up the courage to present him with your latest purchase. 

You glance over to the open vanity drawer, and a tinge of excitement spreads up your spine when you see it. A small thing, silver all except for the red heart-shaped jewel at the end of it. You reach for it, the metal cold against your fingertips, a contrast to the heat that spreads up your neck at the thought of what comes next. 

Running your hands through your hair one last time, you exit the bathroom to see Joel, fully dressed and rummaging through one of his dresser drawers. The way the fabric of his dark green sweater stretches around his broad shoulders makes your stomach flip. 

You pad over to him, hands held behind your back, clearing your throat and he turns. He immediately registers the hesitance in your movements. “I um- I got you something.” You look up at him through your lashes, putting on your most innocent guise. 

“S’ that right?” He quirks an eyebrow, already holding back a smirk. His focus turns to his wrist, snapping in place the silver band of the watch you’d gifted him this past Christmas. It was a simple thing, nothing too fancy. You would’ve gotten him something nicer, something more high-end, but the year-end bonus you’d been hoping for never came. Still, Joel insisted that it was the greatest gift he’d ever been given, bullshit, but it still put a smile on your face whenever he wore it. 

“You promise you won’t laugh?” His smirk widens. 

“Why would I laugh?”

“Just promise!” You frown at him before giving his chest a little shove, but he’s quick to respond, grabbing your wrist and pulling, closing the space between you.

“Promise.” You say it softer this time, looking up at him, ignoring the way your thighs instinctively clench from how far you have to bend your neck just to meet his gaze. 

“I promise.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, his expression softening. “I won’t laugh.”

And he doesn’t. In fact, his smirk falls completely when you reveal what’s in your free hand, extending your palm to him. He takes it from you, turning it over in his fingers, something darkens in his eyes. 

“Dirty little girl,” he says under his breath, his attention still focused on the small metal plug in his hand. He turns away from you for only a moment to grab his phone from the dresser. 

“What are you doing?”

“Textin’ Tommy that we’re gonna be late,” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“No wait, I’ll be quick. I’m almost ready-“

“Uh-uh, baby.” He takes exacting steps towards you, forcing you to retreat backward, nearly falling over when your calves meet the edge of his bed. “Not goin’ anywhere yet.” He swiftly turns you, manhandling you against his chest, and dips his mouth to your ear. “Bend over.”

A shiver runs down your spine, yet you can’t ignore the heat continuing to spread across your face. “R-right now? Joel, are you serious?”

“You bet I am.” His hand comes down with a firm slap to your ass and you gasp, the arm he’s looped around your midsection keeping you from falling forward onto the bed. Wet drips from your core when he does the same to the other side. “Thought you were gonna get away with this, baby? F’ you’re gonna act like a fucking whore, I’m gonna treat you like one. Bend over.”

You shudder slightly at his words, but do as he says, slowly lowering your upper half, whining when he pushes you the last few inches, your brain already gone fuzzy from the roughness of his movements. A part of you expected this, knew that Joel wouldn’t accept your gift and just move on with the rest of the night. So it’s no surprise that when he pulls your thong to the side, your pussy is already glistening with slick. 

“Jesus, baby,” he lets out a breath behind you, running his knuckles along your seam making you shiver. “Always so fucking wet, so ready f’ me.”

“Just for you, Daddy,” you sigh against the mattress, rocking your lower half back, seeking friction. 

Joel lets out a strangled grunt from behind you, one hand squeezing your ass cheek. It’s taking everything in him not to ruin you right then and there, but he restrains himself, knowing that the two of you wouldn’t make it out the front door if he gave in. 

You suck in a breath when the cold metal presses against your cunt, slipping through your folds with ease, gathering slick. “Gonna be able to behave yourself at dinner, baby? Don’t want Tommy gettin’ suspicious.”

You whimper slightly as the tip presses into the cleft of your ass, squirming at the action and the almost belittling tone of his voice. “Don’t want him to know how much of a goddamn slut you are for me, huh?” He delivers another stinging slap just as the plug breaches your tight hole. “Answer me.”

“I-I’ll behave!” The words tumble from your mouth. “I’ll be good, daddy- p-promise.”

“I know, baby. Always such a good girl f’ me.” His words are so dizzying you don’t even realize that he’s fitted the plug completely inside of you until his knuckles graze your ass. It’s not what you had expected, not painful or uncomfortable in any way. It feels good, being this full, the slight stretch making your lower half shake with anticipation. 

“That feel okay, pretty girl?” His voice softens the same way it always does when he’s checking in with you. 

“Mhm,” you nod against the mattress, a content smile spread across your face. 

“Good. Now go get dressed ‘fore Tommy starts askin’ questions.”

He plants one last slap on your bottom, softer than the others, but the way it reverberates across your skin and through the toy now deep inside you makes you gasp, your senses now on high alert. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought.

You make it through the better part of dinner without any slip-ups, just a regular evening with your boyfriend and his brother who you’ve come to befriend over your time knowing him.

You’re barely paying attention, focused on the story Tommy is telling when Joel curves a finger through the back loop of your jeans and pulls. You choke on your water at the sudden feeling, the seam of your jeans digging into you, pressing tightly against the toy you’d nearly forgotten about at this point. Something white-hot shoots up your spine and settles in your lower belly. Tommy pauses and shoots you a worried look as you cough unexpectedly, obviously unaware of Joel’s actions. You notice Joel holding back a smirk from the corner of your eye. 

“Woah- hey, ya alright darlin’?” Tommy asks, looking to Joel who’s started patting your back softly, a forced expression of concern written across his features. It takes everything in you not to slap the look right off his face then and there. 

“I’m fine, yeah- sorry.” You try to ignore the obvious blush spreading across your cheeks, still attempting to catch your breath while also fighting against the growing heat pulsing through your core. 

“You sure, honey? You’re all flushed,” Joel says. 

“Said I’m fine,” you almost snap at Joel, immediately regretting your tone when he shoots you a warning look, a brow raised as if daring you to continue.

“Sorry, Tommy.” You turn to the younger Miller, disregarding the way Joel’s palm has started kneading the flesh of your lower back, only making your head spin more. “Please go on. I’m alright.” He looks between the two of you a bit hesitantly for only a moment before continuing his story. 

And suddenly it’s all you can think about, the feeling of the plug pressing into your most sensitive spots, the fullness of it all, only made worse by Joel’s continuous teasing, his seemingly harmless touching. 

When you finally make it to Joel’s truck after bidding Tommy goodnight, you’re an absolute mess. Practically soaked through your panties, squirming against the leather of your seat. And Joel knows, revels in it, confirmed by the shit-eating grin he exhibits the entire ride home, while his hand softly grips the plushness of your thigh, only deepening your need. 

You’re on him as soon as you pass the threshold of his front door, clawing at his chest, a rabid little thing. He appeases you almost instinctively, pushing you against the opposite wall and pinning your wrists by your head as he roughly presses his mouth to yours. You writhe against his grip, whimpering when he takes his free hand to angle your jaw upward, giving his tongue access to plunge deep into your mouth. You hook a leg around his waist, grinding against his thigh, and finally, a tiny ounce of your ache dissipates. 

But just as quickly as it started, Joel removes himself from you, turning away and walking into the living room. He plops down on the couch, kicking his shoes off and leaning back against the cushions. The look on his face is maddening, cocky son of a bitch.

“C’mere,” he says from his seat on the couch, his legs spread wide. If you weren’t so painfully desperate you’d refuse him for being so smug, but luckily for Joel, you need him about as much as you need air to breathe in this moment. 

You can’t help but eye the growing tightness in his jeans as you approach him, the sight making you a little dizzy in your movements. He stops you when you attempt to straddle him, placing a hand firmly on your lower belly, and looking up at you with a devilish smile. He toys with the hem of your shirt between his fingers. Off. It’s all the command you need before crossing your arms over your body and lifting the fabric from your torso. 

Your shirt’s not even pulled over your head before his deft fingers are unbuttoning your pants and tugging them along with your panties down to your ankles. He leans forward, gripping your calf, and helps you step out of them, popping your shoes off in the process, and quickly tosses your clothes aside. His hand travels up your leg, sending goosebumps across your bare skin. A small yelp escapes your lips when he pulls you onto his lap by the back of your thigh, but you quickly melt into him as your knees sink into the couch on either side of him. 

He runs his hands up and down your sides and you shiver. “So sensitive, baby,” he tsks. You can’t help the blush that spreads across your cheeks from your desperation. It was pathetic really, how much you need him in this moment, how much your body craved even his lightest touch. It was pathetic really, how much of your need now dripped onto his still-clothed crotch, soaking through the material. 

His hands move to cup your tits, thumbing your already peaked nipples through the thin fabric before expertly unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothing. You’re suddenly all too aware of how clothed Joel is, a stark contrast to your naked form, yet the image sends another wave of slick weeping from your core. You allow your head to fall forward onto his shoulder, mouthing at his sweater to muffle your cries, when he tweaks one of your nipples between his fingers. 

“Sh, I know. I’ve got you, little one.” He continues his slow torment, smoothing his hands along your bare skin, his smirk growing with each of your whines and whimpers. You’re like putty in his hands, completely at his mercy, a plaything for him to do with what he pleases. Your breath hitches when his hands travel to your ass, two of his fingers pressing lightly against the now exposed plug, sending a jolt through your whole body. 

He brings his mouth to your ear, nips at it, before whispering “You want me to fuck you here, baby?“ He says it like a secret, only for the two of you to ever hear. That’s when everything starts to ache, the feeling in your lower belly so warm and unfurling, that you fear you may start sobbing if he doesn’t end his teasing soon. 

“Please, daddy.” You sniffle into the spot connecting his neck and shoulder. “Want it so bad, please.”

“Such good manners, baby.” One of his hands slides up your back to the nape of your neck where he grips you, pulling you back to meet his gaze. “M’ gonna give you what you want, sweet girl.” Your heart rate quickens, excitement bubbling in your chest.

“But not tonight.”

And just like that your heart sinks, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes at his sudden declination. You’d feel foolish for it, overly emotional if it wasn’t Joel’s lap you were sitting on. He knows how you get, how reactive you can be, especially when you have your heart set on something. You shake your head and lean away from him, your eyes casting down to your lap, shame beginning to bubble in your chest. You have the sudden urge to cover yourself, wrapping your arms around your chest, a little voice in the back of your head telling you that it’s your fault, that you’d done something wrong to make him deny you, deny himself, of this. 

“Hey,” he says it so so softly. His hands run up and down your biceps, as if he’s attempting to pull your focus from the insecurities he knows are settling in your brain “I’m not doing this to punish you, understand?” You sniffle again, a tear threatens to fall from your lower lashes. 

“Look at me,” he says sternly. You reluctantly meet his gaze. “Tell me you understand.”

You want to shake your head no, want to beg him to change his mind, whine and pout until he gives you what you want, but as much as you know Joel’s a man of his word, you also know he’s nearly impossible to sway once his mind is made up. 

“I understand.”

“Good.” 

He gives you a moment to collect yourself, thumbing your tears away and pulling you back against his chest. You unwrap your arms from yourself, instead latching them around Joel’s neck. “I’m gonna give you what you want, baby. Just gotta have some patience. Want this to be good for you.” He rubs your back soothingly, kissing your temple. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You can’t help the huff that escapes your lips at his words, because you like the hurt. Like being subject to his each and every desire, surrendered entirely to his control. Joel knows this, knew this from the first time you’d slipped and called him daddy while he fucked you into his kitchen counter, knew this when the next morning he caught you in his bathroom mirror, smiling at the finger-shaped bruises burgeoning across the flesh of your hips. 

Joel knows you like the hurt, and part of him can’t deny how utterly irresistible he finds you when you beg him to push just a little further, to be a little rougher. But he also knows where to draw the line, never inflicting enough pain to outweigh the pleasure he brings you. He’s had experience with establishing this limit, but never in past relationships had he found anyone to be as persistent as you, as stubborn, as needy. And though it isn’t always obvious, he needs you just the same. It’s what frustrates him the most, not your neediness, but the way in which it clouds his judgement, makes him forget how fragile you can be. So he wouldn’t, not tonight, not until he’s certain you won’t break. 

“Poor baby,” he coos when you grind down on his bulge, the rough fabric against your soft folds making you gasp. “I know you’re not used to being told no, huh?”

You let out a squeaking whine when you feel the rough skin of his hand cup the entirety of your sex. You instinctively buck into his touch. 

“You want daddy to take care ‘a this for you?”

“Mhm, please,” nodding your head against his chest. You almost cry when the pad of his finger finds your clit, swiping two delicate circles before pulling away. 

“Sh sh, I’ve got you, honey.” He lifts you slightly off his lap, a strangled sound erupting from your throat at the loss of contact, but he makes quick work with his zipper, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his fully hardened cock, red and pulsing in his grip. 

“Come sit on daddy’s cock, baby.” His eyes glass over as he pumps his length once, twice before urging you forward. He taps the wide tip against your clit a few times and you swear you could come just from that before he’s lining up with your entrance, coating himself with your slick. 

He lets you go at your own pace, loosening his grip on your waist as you begin to sink down on him, inch by inch. He’d usually stretch you first, make you come around his fingers once or twice before letting you take him in his entirety. But not tonight, not with the steady flow of slick that’s been gushing from your heat all night. 

You shudder once he’s fully sheathed inside you, your clit twitching against his pelvis. He lets you adjust, squirm a bit in his lap, before he’s bucking up into you, a bit of his own impatience beginning to show. 

As much as you’ve needed Joel all night, you know his teasing has had its own effect on him. He’s been itching to be inside you since the moment you presented him with your little gift, it was all he could think about the entire evening, so it comes as no surprise that his movements quickly grow hurried. He fucks up into you at a frantic pace, meeting your little bounces with increasing force.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The combination of his cock pumping deep inside you and the toy sitting snug inside your asshole. It’s overwhelming, nerve endings you didn’t even know existed now buzzing within you. It’s only mere minutes before you’re clenching around him, right on the edge of release.

“Little cunt’s huggin’ me so tight, baby,” Joel pants, his movements stuttering. 

“Daddy-“ you gasp, “m’ ngh m’ gonna cum.”

“Fuck- that’s it baby,” he babbles, his fingers move to messily rub your clit. “That’s it pretty girl. Want you to cum on my cock then I’ll fill you up, yeah? So fucking full, baby. C’mon, cum for daddy.”

Your entire body convulses against him as you reach your peak, strings of curses and incoherent sounds slipping between your lips. Everything turns white behind your eyes, every inch of your skin on fire. He only fucks you harder, rubs his fingers against your clit faster. You don’t even realize you’re on the cusp of a second orgasm until he’s pressing his free hand against the heart-shaped jewel still sticking out of your ass, hitting something deep inside of you. Then you’re crashing down once more, sobbing as your grip tightens around his neck, completely enraptured in the feeling as he fucks up into you. 

“Good fuckin’ girl-“ a groan sounds from deep within his chest, a few more bucks of his hips before he cums, spilling into you with a slew of grunts and unintelligible praises. He only lets up once you’ve milked him dry, a combination of both your releases coating his length and further soaking his jeans. 

Joel comes back to earth first after he’s caught his breath and carefully pulled out of you. He stands and rids himself of his damp clothes, now just as bare you are, before wrapping his thick arms around you and pulling you from the couch. 

Later, after you’re both showered and Joel makes you a cup of your favorite tea, the two of you lay in bed, your head resting against his chest, tracing a finger along the broad expanse of him. You’ve committed just about every mark and freckle to memory by now from this exact spot. His hand lazily runs up and down your spine, as you mull over where things will go from here. 

A week. You talked him into a week. A week of doing exactly as he says, with no attempting to convince him otherwise. You’ll wear the plug when he tells you to, for as long as he tells you to. A week and then he’ll divulge that secret little part of you that he’s yet to claim. 

Joel lasts till Thursday. 

He’s done for the moment he arrives home from work to you sprawled across his bed, book in hand, with nothing on but a tight-fitting t-shirt and a barely-there thong. You knew what you were doing, knew it was exactly what Joel told you not to do, tempting him to go back on his word and cave. You notice his eyes darken the moment he enters the bedroom, his gaze falling to the red heart poking through the fabric of your panties. The same one he stuffed inside you before sending you off to work this morning, the one you were sorely reminded of every time you shifted too quickly in your desk chair. 

“Hey baby,” you smile sweetly at him. You swear you hear him grumble as he makes his way to the closet, pulling his sweaty work shirt off and tossing it into the hamper. You mark your page and set your book aside before stretching out across the comforter like a cat in the sun. The muscles in Joel’s shoulders tense when a soft sigh slips from your lips. 

You nearly skip over to him, wrapping your arms around his midsection before he has the chance to pull on a clean shirt. He lets out a heavy breath at the feeling of your small fingers splaying across his bare stomach. 

“How was your day?” you ask, pressing against him more firmly, your head resting below his shoulder blades. 

“Fine,” he responds, his tone suspecting. You feel his breath catch as you press small kisses to his spine. 

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you today,” your voice goes softer, a hidden plea behind your words. 

“S’ that right?” His severity wanes, an opening.

“Mhm,” you hum against him, dragging your blunt nails across his skin. “Need you so bad, Daddy.”

“‘M right here, baby.” He pretends to not know what you’re talking about, unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops, acting like your fingers aren’t dangerously close to the waistband of his jeans. You know he can see right through you, has always seen right through you, his refusal to admit it in this moment only makes your need deepen. 

“Please, Joel,” you whine softly, errant fingertips dipping just below the waistband of his boxers. “I almost started touching myself in the bathroom today.” Your cheeks flush red at the confession, a low groan escapes Joel’s throat. “Every time I felt it, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wish it was your co-“

You let out a small gasp when he snatches your wrist. He pauses, so still you begin to worry you’ve upset him, that you’ve pushed him too far. But then something shifts. 

Fuck it. His mouth is on you in seconds, his tongue immediately gaining access as you melt into him. It’s dizzying, one of his hands grabbing you just below your jaw, the other squeezing your ass cheek roughly. Your knees buckle just as he’s turning you around and practically throwing you onto the bed. You don’t even have time to lift your head off the mattress before he’s yanking your panties over your ass and easing the plug out of your hole. He’s quick with it, your body shivering as the cool metal slides through you, leaving an empty feeling in its wake, but it doesn’t last for long as Joel licks a broad strip through your seam to your asshole. He presses his tongue there, gauging your reaction before he’s licking into you, spreading you with his hands. At first, you squirm away, the feeling of him eating at you like this entirely foreign. But then you're rocking back into him, completely lost in the rush of his mouth against your asshole. Sounds you never knew yourself capable of filling the room as his tongue repeatedly dives into the ring of muscle.

A strangled moan leaves your lips when he pauses, you crane your neck just in time to see a string of saliva drip from his mouth directly between your ass cheeks. He rubs it into you, pushing his thumb through the ring of muscle making you whimper. 

“What d’you want?” His voice is low. His thumb starts pumping in and out of you, fast and unrelenting. 

“Daddy,” you whine, burying your burning-hot cheeks into his pillow. 

“Gonna need better than that,” he tsks, rutting his bulge into your heat. “Or else I’ll have t’ take care a’ this myself. Tie you up and make you watch.”

“Ngh, Daddy,” you moan, face burning impossibly warmer. His thumb slows, giving you a moment of reprieve to gather your thoughts. 

“Want you t’ fuck my ass- wanna feel you.”

“Jesus-“ With his hand coming down to grip your neck, he suddenly pins you to the mattress, muttering a short stay before you feel his weight lift from the bed. You hear the sound of his zipper undoing and catch him fisting himself in the corner of your eye. Your thighs tremble with anticipation as he moves to the side of the bed, planting a knee by your shoulder. Then he’s towering over you, his weeping cock right at your eye line, your cheek still pushed against the mattress, ass in the air. He looks so powerful like this, so broad and so commanding, so when he tells you to open your mouth, you don’t even have to think twice. 

“Gonna get daddy’s dick nice n’ wet, baby.” Saliva pools in your mouth, threatening to drip onto the bed when you stick your tongue out. “Then ‘m gonna wedge my cock in this tight little hole. How’s that sound?” You jolt forward when the pad of his index finger pushes into you.

“Please Daddy,” you whine. He removes his hand, immediately wrapping it around the back of your skull, his fingers tangled in your hair. His other hand grips the base of his length, tapping the red-flushed tip on your tongue a few times before pushing all the way into your mouth in one swift motion, your nose scratching against the coarse hairs at his pelvis. It had taken you months to work up to it, taking him in his entirety. The first time you blew him you’d barely been able to make it halfway down his cock before you were gagging, but not now. Now you take everything he gives you, like he’s molded your throat to the shape of him. 

“This mouth-“ he’s cut off by his own moans, erupting from deep within his chest. “Fuckin’ heaven, baby.”

Tears quickly prick in the corners of your eyes as he continues his assault on your throat. A breathy moan slips from his mouth when you gag around his length after an especially forceful thrust of his hips.

His pace slows as he thumbs away your tears. “Daddy’s been so mean, huh little one? Makin’ you wait all this time.”

You whine around his dick, the vibrations making Joel’s breath catch in the back of his throat. 

“You like when I’m mean though, don’t you? Like when daddy treats you like the little slut you are?” He delivers a harsh smack to your ass just as he pulls away from your mouth, leaving you sputtering and gasping for air. He moves to open the nightstand drawer, quickly retrieving a bottle of lube before rounding the corner of the bed, towering over you from behind. 

“Don’t need it,” you whine, head still foggy from the lack of oxygen.

“Quiet little girl.” He softly swats your ass before you hear the disappointing sound of the bottle opening, followed by the cool sensation of the liquid hitting your exposed hole. He rubs it into you, letting out a satisfied hum when he presses his thumb into your asshole with ease. And then his cock is lining up with you, it’s so fucking big, so much bigger than the plug, a small part of you starts to worry it may not fit, may be too painful. 

Like always, Joel senses your apprehension, running his large palm soothingly down your spine as he leans over you. You feel his warm breath hit your ear. 

“You tell me if it’s too much, yeah baby?” He says it only slightly above a whisper. “M’ only gonna enjoy this if you do too.”

You nod against the sheets, immediately recognizing that the action won’t be enough for Joel. “Yes, Daddy.” You crane your neck to look at him, eyes hooded and dazed. Something flashes in his expression, beyond simple desire, a need suddenly so evident in his eyes that you’d sit up and kiss him until your lips were raw if he wasn’t pushing the tip of his thick cock inside you. 

It’s so much. Even just the first inch is blinding, your vision going blurred and your senses entirely rapt with the feeling. The hurt is overwhelming, the stretch all-consuming, but it’s so good, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. 

He pushes in another inch and the pain dissipates, in its place a euphoric haze, where all you can feel is him, his weight driving you into the mattress, his hips rocking against your ass. You see stars once he’s fitted inside you, never having felt this full. 

The noises Joel is making are almost pained, his cock throbbing from the tightness of your hole, all the restraint left in him keeping him from setting a brutal pace. No, instead he moves slow, focused intently on not blowing his load every time you squeeze around him, listening to your little moans and whimpers for any signs of unease. 

“It’s a lot baby, I know,” he pants. “But you’re doin’ so good.” His praises have you reeling, furthering your dazed state. “Look so goddamn perfect takin’ all a’ me like this.”

You don’t even know what to say, all you know is that you need more, entirely lost in the feeling. You’re always insatiable, greedy, whenever it comes to Joel, and he knows, revels in the fact that he’s the one that gets to have you like this, makes you feel like this. 

You’re not even sure what you’re saying at this point, what sounds are falling from your mouth, just that Joel takes it as a sign to pick up his pace. It brings you back to earth a bit, your lower belly going taught at the force of his body against your own. 

You’re crying out against the mattress, small fingers twisting in the sheets, tears forming a wet spot beneath your chin. 

“Fuck, baby c’mere.” He suddenly pulls out of you with a heady groan and wastes no time flipping you over. He’s pushing back inside you in seconds, resuming his vigorous pace. 

“Wanna see you when I come in this perfect fuckin’ ass.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head at his words, your entire body going limp against the mattress as he uses you. When his thumb finds your clit you’re done for. The messy circles he makes send you hurtling right to the edge. With a near-scream, every part of your body goes taut for a moment before your release is shattering through every inch of your body, bursting from your core like shock waves. 

“Fuck, fuck-“ he’s repeating over and over as his own climax hits him, but you can’t even hear him, can only feel him, his body thrusting into you, pushing you impossibly further into the mattress, his hands gripping the hinge of your hips, his warm release shooting deep inside you. It’s the only thing keeping you here, prevailing against the potent haze. 

With one final grunt, he stills, his breathing ragged and sweat dripping from his forehead. You can barely move, still dazed as he pulls out of you slowly, the emptiness in its wake further graying your awareness of reality. 

You lift a shaking hand, attempting to grab at whatever part of him you can reach. “Daddy-“

He leans forward, carefully caging you in his arms. “I’m here baby, you’re okay.”

“‘M okay,” you mumble sweetly. He brings one of his hands to your hair, gently running his fingers along your scalp in a way that makes your thoughts even more fuzzy. But the heaviness of his chest against your own keeps you there, keeps you present. 

“You did so good f’ me, I’m so proud a’ you.” A tired smile spreads across your face at his words. He knows the effect they have on you, which is probably why he says it. But the sincerity in his voice makes your heart swell. 

“My pretty baby,” he kisses you softly, and you further melt into his embrace, inhaling his familiar scent, musky and woody with something distinctly Joel. The two of you stay like this for a moment, your arms and legs wrapped around his large form, what little remains of your strength focused on keeping him in place, chest to chest, a comforting pressure. 

“How do you feel, baby? You hurtin’ anywhere?” He says it against your neck, placing soft kisses to the skin there. 

“Mm”, you hum, denying, still detached from your own body, not fully registering the slight tinges of hurt spreading throughout your lower half, completely consumed with the man in front of you, the smell of his sweat still glistening across his chest, the weight of his softened cock still pulsing and twitching against your thigh. He’s everywhere, everything in this moment. 

He pulls away just enough to kiss the tip of your nose. “How ‘bout a bath yeah?” You hum in agreement, let him unwrap himself from your hold, and stand at the edge of the bed before he’s snaking an arm under your knees and back and lifting you. You instinctively curl your face into his neck, still wet with sweat but you don’t mind, nearly your whole body already covered in him. 

He sets you down on the toilet seat before moving to turn the water on, making sure it’s warm enough before plugging the drain. You sway a bit in place, thankful when Joel wraps an arm around your back to steady you. Usually by now the haze will have lifted a bit, no longer in this headspace, yet still your brain is a bit fuzzy, your thoughts and senses dulled. 

You look up at Joel when you feel his thick fingers card through your hair, unsure of when he’d gone to grab one of your hair elastics. As he gathers the strands together, you lean into him, your head resting just below his belly button, on the plush flesh of his tummy, smattered with course hairs trailing down to the base of his cock. You nuzzle into the spot, breathing him in, fully content in this moment. You feel the muscle tighten when you start to press small kisses to it. He firmly grips your now fully formed ponytail when your mouth wanders south, interrupting your descent, and you whine. 

“Settle.” You let out a short huff of breath and bring your gaze to his, resting your chin on his stomach as he loosens his grip on your hair. He shakes his head at you, holding back a smile as he finishes tying your hair back. 

He helps you step into the tub first, guiding you to sit, before he slots himself behind you with a grunt. He pulls you against him, arms wrapped around your tummy and chin resting on your shoulder. You giggle softly when the hairs of his mustache tickle behind your ear. 

He lets you sit against him for a moment before he insists on cleaning you up, lathering his soap between his hands and smoothing it along your soft skin. You start to doze off from the feeling, Joel keeping you upright against his chest. Only after the water begins to cool and your fingertips have turned pruney, Joel helps you step out of the tub, wrapping you in a towel before you start to shiver. He kisses you then, soft and slow like he could stay like this with you forever. And you would, if he wasn’t ushering you back into the bedroom, telling you to get in bed and that he’d be right back. 

He makes you drink a glass of water before taking his place behind you on the bed, his back to the headboard and the small bowl of your skull cradled against his chest. You slowly drift off to the steady beat of his heart. 

I have so many ideas for these two so lmk if we want to see more ;]

[i2ycat]

Trouble is a Band (TEASER)

synopsis being in a band was all you ever wanted, and so when you were able to fly across the globe to join your brother’s high school band, you jumped at the opportunity to show everyone everything that you’ve got. singing in a band? check. performing in front of a crowd? check. falling in love with your brother’s best friend, who is in a complicated relationship with one of your fellow bandmates? check?

pairing park jongseong x fem!reader genre high school!au, kind of band!au, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, brothers best friend trope, slow burn-ish? teaser word count 381 estimated word count 5-7k teaser warnings none lyn speaking wasn’t going to have a teaser but i just thought why not! it will probably take a few weeks before i publish it because i still need to actually finish writing, proofread it and all that jazz 🤓☝🏻

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Jay. Even the way his name rolled off your tongue felt oddly bitter and sweet at the same time. Bitter because there was no way you could be falling for your bandmate’s boyfriend without the guilt that consumed you ever-so-slowly. Sweet because there was no way for you to stop your heart from beating at twice the speed whenever he was around — he was your high school daydream; everything you wished you had.

“I really want you to sing this song I’m writing. I mean, I’m not totally done yet, but I wrote it with your voice in mind. It’s for the upcoming music festival.” He pulls out his phone and earphones from his pocket, sliding his chair closer to yours and offering an earpiece, which you cautiously take.

You straighten your back in an attempt to keep yourself focused, not wanting to mind the way his shoulders are pushed up against yours, or the way you could practically make out every single feature on his face, or the fact that you would’ve felt his breath fan against your face if he turned just a bit to the left. You need to force yourself to focus solely on the music.

Don’t mind the confusion.

The sense of focusing.

The only sure thing is you.

So now, put it all behind.

I’m just going to walk according to how my heart beats.

Fatal trouble.

Jay’s voice fills your ears, alongside Jungwon and Sunghoon’s. You could appreciate their heavenly voices all day, but the striking lyrics seemed to be the main reason for taking your breath away. It sounded as if they were speaking to your troubled thoughts right in the face, tempting you to fall deeper. Deeper into what? You didn’t want to even think about it.

"So, what do you think?”

“It's... it’s good.”

“That’s it?”

“What did you want me to say?”

“No need to get so feisty, princess.” He ruffles your hair, and you inwardly sigh, feeling the overwhelming defeat take over you because, no matter how much you wanted to fight the feeling, you knew that all your efforts would come crashing down anyway.

You were a weak woman with many faults, and being attracted to someone who is obviously taken is the biggest one of them all.

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[probablysimpledreams]

Nothing Less Than the Best

(College AU Ace x reader: NSFW)

a/n: God I'm so happy I had some time to write bc this idea has been in my head for a moment!!! As the title mention, it's a college AU so no pirate business here lol. Ace is in a band (named the White Beard Pirates) bc that is just so hot to me<3

cw: masturbation, fingering (receiving), oral (giving), praise, Ace gets a lil rough hehe, and reader is written gender neutral but does have female parts

wc: a tad over 1.7k

You sigh as you throw your backpack on the ground, kicking your shoes off as you enter your dorm room. The exhaustion was weighing your body down as midterm stresses had you on campus from sunrise to sunset. Despite wanting to flop on your bed, you muster up the last of your energy to take a hot shower.

The warm water and steam provides you almost the exact amount of relief you were craving, stepping out of the shower feeling like a new person. You quickly finish up your skincare routine, patting down your face and sliding into a the big comfy t-shirt your boyfriend had "forgotten" the last time he was over. You smiled at yourself in the mirror as you admire yourself in Ace's old shirt. Even though you two have been dating for a few months, the butterflies never left your stomach when you thought of him.

Almost as if he knew you were lost in thought over him, your phone dings with a message from Ace.

"Hey babe, show just ended! It was WILD!! Get some rest, that's what I'm plannin' to do once we pack up. Excited to see you tomorrow!"

You smile as you read the message, feet kicking slightly as you now are laying down in bed all comfy. You type up a quick response, recapping on your long yet productive study day and how excited you are to have some time with him soon. As much as you wanted to go to his show tonight, you knew getting all your assignments out of the way today would ultimately give you more time with him.

Despite being absolutely exhausted, you can't stop tossing and turning. The excitement you feel for tomorrow seems to be stronger than any tiredness, as all you can focus on is your boyfriend. Even though you weren't at tonight's show, you can picture exactly how your boyfriend looked on stage. Head bobbing with a smile, sweat dripping down his face, hair flying around, hands shredding the guitar. Ace had such large, rough hands. You loved how they felt holding yours. Or how they felt when he grabbed your waist, when they pulled you into a kiss.

I wonder how they'd feel inside me? A whine escapes your mouth at the thought, and you've never been so happy your roommate went home a day earlier than usual for the weekend. Now your mind was racing with how'd you imagine Ace's fingers would feel inside you, sliding inside you with ease as he sings your praises. The way his large fingers would curl inside you, the smirk on his face when you cry out his name. You rub your thighs just thinking about it.

"Fuck it," you huff as you shoot out of bed to grab your vibrator. You waste no time jumping back into bed, sliding off your underwear as you set the toy to your favorite level. You cover your mouth with your free hand as you play with yourself, mumbling out Ace's name as you guide yourself to your finish. You mindlessly throw the toy on your desk, mind hazy as you happily drift to sleep.

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"Here babe, I got," Ace smiles as he takes your keys and opens your door. "After you," he winks as he holds the door with his free hand, pizza box in the other. The two of you were back after a fun day in the park, walking around and playing on the swings. Afterwards, you two decided to grab pizza and head in for a movie night full of cuddles and relaxing.

"I'll be right back," you call out as you head into the bathroom, wanting to freshen up and throw on clean clothes after being in the sun all day. Ace nods as he places the pizza box down on a free spot on your desk, smiling to himself as he looks around your room. Ace loved how your personality shined in your decorating, as your walls were full of pictures and posters and desk full of trinkets. His eyes widen as he spots something new on your desk, a faint blush spreading to his cheeks as he picks it up.

"Okay, so after a lot of thinking, I vote we watch-" you stop in your tracks as you look at Ace sitting on your bed with a wide grin, swinging your vibrator around. "Where did you get that?"

"It was sitting on your desk," he chuckles at your embarrassment. You were in such a rush this morning that you forgot to put the toy back in its usual hiding place. "Looks like someone had fun last night." You avert your gaze from him as he approaches you, arm wrapping around your waist to press your body against his. "Let's see who's better, me or this." You look back at him with wide eyes as he tosses the vibrator back on your desk, hand now pulling you into a deep kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, tiny gasps leaving you as he keeps you in a passionate kiss. He doesn't leave your mouth as he picks you up, hands cupping your ass as he carries you back to where he was originally seated on your bed. His hands lock on your waist, low growl escaping him as you grind against his hardening cock.

You two pull away at the same time, gasping for air. He flashes you a smile, cheeks growing rosier by the second. He ushers you to lay down against your pillow. You let go of his muscle tank you were gripping tightly, watching as he throws the White Beard Pirates band muscle tank on the ground. You drool at the sight before you, his muscular body only turning you on more.

"Hey now, my eyes are up here sweetheart," he laughs as he catches you admiring his physique. You let out a chuckle and roll your eyes at him. His hands find their way back to your waist, sliding off your shorts and underwear in a quick motion. He licks his lips at the sight, excitement fueling both your and his bodies'. He takes two fingers and begins rubbing your clit, making you cry out.

"Shhh shh easy baby," his voice is low. He continues this motion, humming as he watches your legs twitch slightly. "Are you ready for more?"

"Yes, please!" you squirm, making him chuckle.

"So needy," he shakes his head as he slides both fingers once on your clit inside you. "Such a beautiful sight." He starts at a slow pace, enjoying the small moans leaving your mouth. Once he feels you've had time to get comfortable to the stretching sensation, he picks up the pace. His fingers pumping in and out of you at a pace that has your head spinning. Your body shakes as he keeps up his pacing, a giant smirk painted across his face, just like the one you pictured last night as you played with yourself.

"You're doing so well baby," he praises as you moan softly. "Such a good job." He can't help but moan himself as he watches you lose composure around his fingers, free hand moving to palm himself through his now tight shorts. As he feels you squeezing around his fingers, he curls them up, earning a loud moan from you.

"A-Ace!!" you exclaim, body squirming as you near your finish.

"Yes?" he growls, smirk still painted on his face. "Do you feel good, _____? Do I make you feel good?"

"T-the best!" you cry out.

"Good." His thumb starts rubbing your clit as his fingers keep up a fast pace inside you. The pleasure is overwhelming as you tighten around him, cries of his name leaving your mouth alongside a few tears from your eyes. He doesn't stop as you ride out your high, body shaking. Once you lay still he slides himself out of you, causing you to shake. Your vision is blurry, but you chuckle as you watch him lick your juices off his fingers.

"Soooooo, about that pizza," his stomach growls as he asks, causing both of you to laugh.

"I'm pretty hungry too," you a faint smirk on your face. You get up from the bed, Ace sitting there with a confused look as he watches your movements. "But I don't think I want pizza juuust yet." You kneel on the ground, spreading his legs open. Your hand rubs against his clothed, aching cock. He hisses as your hand moves away from it, toying with the waistband of his jean shorts. His eyes light up with excitement, helping you slide his shorts off. You swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, causing him to throw his head back and moan. His usual patience had run out for the day, as he pushes your head down to take all of him in your mouth. You gag, prompting an apology from him which makes you giggle. His actions told you exactly what you needed to know, wasting no time bobbing your head as you suck him off. His hands pull at your hair as his moans fill up the room. Any ounce of composure completely gone, as he starts thrusting into your mouth. A few tears roll down your face as you gag on him, the pain bringing shockwaves of pleasure to your core. It only takes a few more moments before he cries out your name, hot release filling your mouth. He pants as he tilts his head down to look at you, swallowing and face stained with tears.

"S-sorry bout that," he avoids eye contact as he mutters out the words. He usually is better at controlling himself, but he couldn't help himself after getting you off. You chuckle as his shyness, getting up to grab the pizza box and bring it over to the bed. He kisses your cheek softly as you place the box on his lap. You sit next to him, smiling as he feeds you pizza.

A comfortable silence fills the room as you two eat. Nothing beat moments like this. There was no rush, no deadlines, no pressure. Just you, Ace, and good food in the after sex glow.

[lives-in-midgard]

We Were Happy

(Musician AU Part 4)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You and Steve experience some happy moments together but there are also some bad decisions made.

Word Count: 1970

A/N: Hey everyone! This is part 4 of my Steve musician AU! I really hope you like it even though I'm a little bit sorry for the ending! The divider is made by @firefly-graphics.

Part 3 | Part 4

Masterlist | Musician AU

It’s been almost two weeks since the pictures of you and Steve appeared on the internet. At first, you were both worried that it would affect your dating life, but that wasn’t really the case. Steve made a post on his Instagram. A picture of the two of you from behind, in the caption he simply added “My Love” and a heart emoji. Some people were being rude, others were supportive and happy to see Steve happy. You were both happy that there were more good comments than rude ones. Bucky, Sam and Clint have also been very supportive of you both. They were always very happy to see you and enjoyed your company. Even if Steve was a little distracted at times because of you. That’s why you decided not to come to all rehearsals, even though you had time. You didn’t want to be the reason why they wouldn’t be as good as they always were.

On this day it is going to be the festival in Coney Island. You were at your apartment and decided to meet Steve there. You were sitting on your couch writing something on a piece of paper when you heard a knock on your door. You got up, headed for the door when you realized that you forgot to hide what you had just written on the paper. But it will only be Yelena picking you up for the festival, so it’s alright. When you told her about it, she immediately wanted to come with you. You opened the door and greeted her with a hug.

“Are you ready to leave?” She asked.

“I just have to get my bag.” You said and walked to your room. You quickly found the bag you wanted to choose and walked back into the living room. When you opened the door, you saw Yelena sitting on the couch, looking at what you had written earlier. You quickly walked over and took it from her hands.

“Hey, I wasn’t finished.” Yelena said and you placed the paper under some magazines that were lying there.

“This is a new one, right?” You nodded and Yelena smiled.

“Does Steve know that you write songs?” Yelena asked and you sat down beside her. You started writing songs almost a year ago. Sometimes it takes you a while to finish one, and sometimes it is really easy. You really enjoy writing songs and doing something creative in your free time. You never thought of performing them, not only because you think you’re not a good singer, but also because you’re afraid of singing in front of an audience. You haven’t told Steve about your hobby yet because you were afraid of his reaction and if he would like your songs.

“No, I haven’t yet.” You confessed and Yelena shook her head.

“You should definitely tell him. I think Steve would really like your songs.” Maybe he would, but you were still afraid about his reaction. After a while you decided to drive to the festival. Yelena drove, so you could drive home with Steve later. When you arrived at the festival, you looked for the stage where they would perform. When you both found the stage, there were already a few people standing in front of it. You came closer and decided to wait there. After a while the place became more and more crowded. You looked at your phone and sent a message to Steve.

“Good luck, Stevie.” It only took a few seconds to get a message back.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Can’t wait to see you later.” You smiled and couldn’t wait to see them live again. It’s been so long since you’ve seen the band live, and now it feels so different. Instead of just a small group of people, there was now a large group of fans there. And when the band came out, they were shouting and screaming. They held up posters they had made and had big smiles on their faces. As they walked out, Steve immediately looked for you. When he saw you, he began to smile, and you smiled back. You heard Yelena chuckle next to you, and you began to blush. You watched them perform and listened to their songs. It was such a good feeling to dance and sing a to their songs again.

After the Midnight Rockers sang their final song, they waved goodbye to the fans and Steve blew you a kiss. When someone behind you screamed, you and Yelena had to laugh because this kiss was clearly for you. While the other people were still standing in front of the stage, you and Yelena made your way away from the stage. Steve texted you that he wants to meet you at the Wonder Weel. When you and Yelena arrived there, Steve wasn’t there yet. So, you waited for a while. After a few minutes you saw Steve and the others walking towards you. You ran over to Steve, and you hugged each other. After you pulled away from the hug Steve gave you a gentle kiss. While you two were having a moment Yelena greeted the others.

“You were amazing.” You said and looked at the band.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Steve said and the others also thanked you. Then you all went on a few rides together until Yelena had to go to work. After a while there were only you and Steve left, so you decided to go to the Wonder Weel. It was very romantic because it was already getting dark outside. You had a really great time there with Steve and talked about some of the memories you both shared there. You also took some photos of him and some fans, they were really kind to you. When it got cold, Steve gave you his jacket and you walked to his car. He drove to his house, and you had a chilly evening together.

The next day there were some pictures of the two of you circulating on the internet again, but you didn’t really care. You enjoyed your time there with Steve and that’s all that mattered.

You weren’t much in your apartment over the next few days. You only went to work and then Steve picked you up and you spend some time together at his home or sometimes Bucky, Sam or even Clint came over. You watched movies, cooked together, he played songs on the piano and sometimes you went for walks together.

But this day was a little different than usually. You were currently reading a book, and Steve was sitting next to you trying to write a song. You looked over at him a few times and could see that he was struggling. You wanted to ask if you should help him or tell him that you write songs, but you weren’t sure if you should. After a while he groaned and put everything on the desk. You looked over at him and Steve really looked frustrated. You put the book down and decided to help him.

“I have an idea.” You suddenly said.

“An idea for what sweetheart?” Steve asked and reached for your hand.

“To help you find inspiration.” You said and he began to smile. You stood up from the couch and walked to the door. You put your shoes on and saw that Steve was still in the living room.

“Come on, let’s go.” You screamed and he giggled. He walked over to you, leaned in and kissed you. Once you were in the car, you turned on some music and drove off, not really knowing where you were driving. You drove around having fun singing with Steve by your side, and you ended up stopping at a beautiful place and watching the sun go down.

Before you drove back to Steve’s house, you drove to your apartment to get something. While you quickly went to your room, Steve made himself comfortable on your couch. When you came back, you saw him reading your new song. When he heard your footsteps, Steve looked up.

“What’s that sweetheart?” You completely forgot that you left it in the living room before you went to the festival a few days ago.

“Oh, umm. It’s …. it’s a song I …wrote.” You stumbled nervously. Steve stood up, placed it on the table and walked closer to you.

“You wrote this?” Steve asked with a smile.

“Yeah, I know it’s not that good but yes, I wrote it.” You were still nervous, but when Steve took your hand, your nervousness disappeared.

“What are you talking about, that’s so good y/n.”

“Really?” You asked and Steve chuckled.

“Yeah, I love it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know. I guess I was scared of your reaction.”

“You don’t have to be scared of me you know that, right? And this song is really amazing.”

“Thank you, honey.” You said and you kissed each other.

“Why don’t you publish it? You don’t have to sing yourself if you don’t want to.” Steve asked after a while.

“I don’t know if I want that yet.” You said and Steve was really understanding about that.

A week has passed since Steve saw your song. You just came home from work and looked at your phone for the first time since you started working. You checked Instagram and when you saw the new post of the official page from the Midnight Rockers you were confused because Steve didn’t tell you anything about this. There was a new post saying that there is a new song going to be out tonight. When you saw what the song is called, you were shocked because it was called the same as the song you recently wrote and Steve saw.

Did he really take your song without asking you??

You had to call him. You wanted to dial his number when suddenly there was a knock on your door. When you opened it, there was Steve standing right in front of you.

“Steve what is this?” You asked and showed him your phone. There wasn’t time for a hello or a hug, you needed to know if this is really your song.

“I can explain it, I really can.”

“So, it really is my song?” You said full of anger but also sadness. Steve made a few steps closer to you, but you made two steps back. A sad expression was to see on his face.

“Yeah, it’s…it’s yours.” He finally admitted and you had to look away.

“But I can explain it.” He continued.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. Please just go. I need some time to think.”

“But- “Steve began.

“No but, you just took my song without asking me. I even told you that I don’t want my songs to be published right now and you said that it’s okay. And now you did this. You …. You stole it” You almost shouted at him, and you could see how hurt he was.

“I’m just really disappointed in you Steve.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Please don’t call me this. Please just go Steve.” You said and could feel that you were going to start crying soon.

“Please, leave my apartment now.”

“Okay.” Steve mumbled and walked out of your door. When he closed it, you immediately began to cry.

You could see in his eyes how you hurt him with your words. But Steve knew that you didn’t want other people to hear your songs yet and said it would be okay but then he just took it for his band. You couldn’t believe that Steve would ever do something like that. If he had asked you if he could use it, you might have said yes.

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Ok. This is retroactively dedicated to @millenialcatlady

Notes and Verses

Music professor!Eddie Munson and English professor!reader

Warnings: Fluff, sexual tension, future smut in this AU!

Eddie had a successful career as a touring and session musician, playing guitar for amazing artists and for his own band. But somewhere along the way he lost the words. Lyrics don’t come easy to him anymore. He used to fill pages and pages with his thoughts and ideas and feelings. Cheeky little ditties and heartfelt anecdotes. But these days it’s just melody and nothing else. He’s a wizard on guitar but only under someone else’s words.

His prolific career led to a steady fall gig teaching as a lecturer at a prestigious college known for its music program (they didn’t care about the fact that he’d barely finished high school since he’d preformed on Grammy winning tracks). And it turns out that his office is housed right next to the brick building containing the English department.

Which is how he met you.

Sweet. Studious. Buttoned up you. Plaid and tweed and stockinged and woolen and soft and warm you. You became unlikely friends when you’d both reached for the last muffin in the little coffee shop nestled between your buildings. Conversation flowed easily, in spite of your differing aesthetics, and as the weeks flew by that first fall, you and Eddie became fast friends with a regular set time to catch up over coffee and one of those coveted muffins.

Eddie spends his springs in studios doing session recordings, but eventually you cajole him into teaching summer courses. Selfish as you are to have him with you for two seasons of the year. Little do you know that he’s selfish in his desire to see you in less layers in the warm months, sweaters traded for tasteful but lower cut blouses, structured skirts and tights traded for shorter, flowy material and skin.

It’s on your third fall semester together that Eddie happens upon your notebook, however. You’d both spent a lunch break together in companionable silence, chewing and working on your own paperwork. You come back from washing up to find Eddie flipping through the notebook you’d left open on the table. He looks up at you with wide eyes.

“You’re so fucking talented, you know that?”

You scramble forward and grab the notebook from him, slamming it shut and holding it against your chest protectively.

“Eddie! You can’t read other people’s writing without asking!” you huff. Ruffled.

“Well then can I read it, please?” Eddie asks. He holds his hand out to get you to hand it back. You shake your head.

“No!”

Eddie pouts at you as you regain your seat across from him.

“That’s some deep shit you have in there,” he says gravely. You roll your eyes.

“Eloquent, Munson.”

“Hey, look. Never said I was,” Eddie says with a roguish wink that’s got you hotter under the collar than you’d like to admit. “Haven’t been able to write in years. A decade even.”

“I don’t believe that,” you snort.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re a storyteller. A tale weaver. A blowhard,” you tease, sliding the tip of your finger around the rim of your mug. Eddie watches your finger's trajectory for a minute before speaking up again.

"We should team up."

"I'm sorry?" you ask, certain you've heard him wrong.

"Your words. My music."

"What are you talking about?" you ask, completely flustered at the very proposition even though he hasn't explained himself at all yet.

"You do lyrics, I do melody. We could kill it, babe!" His grin is massive and your heart constricts. He often calls you by pet names, but this time it makes you feel light headed. You throw your notebook and things into your bag.

"You've finally lost it, Munson," you say, light and dismissive, getting up from the table. "You're out of your mind."

Eddie is quick to follow you out of the cafe.

"This is the clearest I've been thinking in years!" he insists, grabbing your elbow before you can dash off to your own building. He whirls you back to him and you catch your balance by gripping his bicep. His rather large bicep...

"This is what I've been waiting for. Inspiration. Guidance. A muse!"

Eddie's eyes are so wide and his smile is so hopeful that you feel your stomach flip.

"Eddie, I have no background in music. I don't write songs!"

"But you write poetry - it's the same thing!"

You huff and look around wildly as if some kind of excuse or escape will materialize out of thin air and get you out of this uncomfortable situation. Instead, all you see is the lanky, expectant frame of Eddie Munson.

"You know for a fact that lyricism is poetic, so I'm not even going to dignify that excuse with any further arguments," Eddie says. His smile is wide enough to indicate that he knows he's won. He knows he's got you.

Suddenly his big hands are gripping your wrists and pulling your hands to rest on his chest.

"Help me. Do you need me to beg? I'll beg, sweetheart, I have no dignity," he moans playfully. All of your nerve endings alight at the sound and your imagination immediately runs wild at the thought of what else he could moan with those pretty lips. You squash those thoughts as quickly as you can and nod in the process of dislodging the inappropriate thoughts in your head, which Eddie takes as an affirmative to his begging. "You'll do it?! You're fucking perfect, you know that?"

Before you can correct his misunderstanding, Eddie kisses you hard on the cheek. The motion is wet and smacking and it shakes you to your very core. His hand cradles you at your waist and for a second your bodies are pressed flush together. Your entire being vibrates at the feeling of Eddie Munson against you and it seems like time stands still.

But then he's pulling away, taking his warmth and his steadiness with him.

"You won't regret this, sweetheart. We're going to make the best team ever, just you wait!"

And with that, Eddie bounds off in the direction of the music building, leaving you with only a foggy comprehension of what you've supposedly just agreed to and with the memory of the feeling of his body against yours.

What have you gotten yourself into.

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[elaine19day]

The obligatory bottom!HeTian post lol

Since the old post got lost, let me compile a new list here for fanfics where HT is the one taking it up the ass (it's a rare thing on Ao3 haha) First of all, THIS is the tag for bottom HT fics on AO3 - but then again, not every author who writes it also uses the tag. So here's a list of works that I know of which definitely contain bottom HT: (there might be more, but I haven't had time to read and verify it) • vulnerability by powerandpathos Mo and HT try out something new • Merman Kisses and Devilfish Wishes by blackmore Little Mermaid AU (contains switching) (RU version here) • Backstage Escapade by Potchans (havent read it) Band fic where Mo fucks HT backstage • Body Language by AtomicNebula13 HT comes back and tries to mend the relationship he had with Mo (contains switching) • into camouflage by minisoysquares (havent read it) Cop AU • going stupid by hetiansboi (havent read it) [no summary] • The Gift & What's in the box? by kruder HT gives Mo a special birthday present • I'm Not A Prostitute by traceytries Mo and HT become fuckbuddies (contains switching) • Stages by domini_moonbeam band AU, poly fic where everyone tops/bottoms • Blowing Up by domini_moonbeam HT returns and worms his way back into Mo's life (contains switching) • Open by domini_moonbeam poly fic where they all fuck each other (moon has also written several oneshot-spin-offs to this fic, just check her account) • the voyagers by powerandpathos (havent read it) was told this fic has implied scenes of bottom HT (non graphic) it's on my reading list anyway since it's a D&D AU ...and finally there's a bunch of stuff I had written myself over the years, which you can check out here: ♦ November Night (oneshot) Mo keeps fantasizing about having sex with HT - when it finally happens, HT leaves the decision to him which way it'll go. ♦ While you were Sleeping (oneshot) HT got drunk, Mo decides to cease the opportunity (contains somnophilia, sort of...) ♦ I won't let go 'til it bleeds (multi-part, finished) HT comes back and things are different. Though he doesn't have to try THAT hard to win Mo back over... (contains switching) ♦ Tianshan 18+ (fanart/edits compilation) not a fic, but a collection of my artsy stuff, some of it contains HT as bottom ♦ Nothing Left to Give (multi-part, unfinished) HT loses his memory after a car accident. Mo tries his best to win his heart again. (contains switching) ♦ Merry Fucking Christmas (multi-part, unfinished) She Li lurked in the shadows all these years, waiting for his revenge. Contains SL/HT and rape, torture, etc

[marosina]

Band!Eren pt. 3-1 (Hometown: Lore Tour)

Modern AU, reader x Eren, famous!Eren, band!Eren (guitar+vocals)

Series warning: 🌶️

Part 1

💫 When you arrive in Shiganshina for the band’s hometown show, you can’t help but feel giddy. Eren’s early lyrics included references to the people, places, and things all around you—and now you get to see them for yourself.

💫 You probably could have just driven over on show day, seeing as you live only a couple of hours away. However, you’ve decided to make this a weekend trip so you have time to explore beforehand and rest afterward. After checking into your hotel, you head out with a map of the sights you want to see.

💫 You start with the large wall separating the city from the seafront, which is mentioned in a number of lyrics. As you stand on top of it, wind blowing through your hair, you feel inspired to write your own.

💫 Then, you visit the high school the band was born from. You’re sure to take a picture for your friends back home. You even take a picture with the sign out front that reads “Go Titans!”

💫 You can’t be 100% certain, as it was never confirmed by the man himself, but you’ve heard through the rumour mill that the coffee shop you’re approaching is the same one Eren used to frequent; the building where most of their first two albums were written.

💫 As you open the door to Sonny’s Beans you’re now at least 99% sure that the rumours are true. There he is, sitting at a table in the back with two familiar strangers: Armin and Mikasa, his childhood friends. You’ve seen them in the few photos from Eren’s pre-band days that fanpages circulate from time to time. Eren’s mostly hidden behind a plant but you’d recognize those hands anywhere.

💫 His “stalker” comment from a few weeks ago rings in your ears, so you do your best to act like he’s not there. Celebrities deserve privacy too, and the other patrons seem to be on the same page. No one bothers them and you don’t either.

💫 You order your drink and sit at the window bar with your notebook, scribbling down the words your earlier sightseeing inspired. They’re not much yet but the cozy atmosphere of the coffee shop fills you with the energy to sculpt and refine them. It’s easy to understand why Eren spent so much time here.

💫 By the time you finish your drink, you’ve got a verse and hook. You pack up to leave, but before you can make it too far out the door you hear that smooth, deep voice call your name.

💫 Armin and Mikasa study you closely as Eren closes the distance. He wasn’t expecting to run into you before the show, especially when he’d just been talking about you to his friends. Not that he lets you know that. This is strictly professional, after all.

💫 You’re a bit embarrassed to be caught on your band lore tour and he teases you about it. It’s a bad idea, but he offers to treat you to dinner that night in exchange for your promise to never confirm the location. He made a deal with the owners years ago to try and preserve the quiet and stable lifestyle they preferred.

💫 You may or may not feel like you’re going to explode from his invitation but you’re determined not to show it. You accept and joke that you’ll even make a post to throw off the trail if he throws in dessert. Eren grins and suggests one a few streets over that ‘really deserves more hype’.

💫 Armin and Mikasa exchange a glance just as Eren says he’ll message you the details within the next couple of hours. You watch them disappear around the corner, Eren waving his friends off as they pester him. Then it hits you.

💫 Eren Jaeger—the man you’ve spent way too much time and money idolizing over the last couple of years—wants to spend his time and money on you tonight.

Fun fact: one of the local high schools in my hometown called their sports teams the “Titans”! I once cosplayed Mikasa in their practice gear c:

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Part 2 | Part 3-2: TBA

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[redwayfarers]

just desserts

Fandom: Wayfarer Ship: Cassander Inteus/Melchior Larkspur/Kathan Sero Characters: Cassander Inteus, Kathan Sero, Melchior Larkspur Rating: Explicit (minors don't read) Words: 1771 Spoilers: None // modern au Huge thank you to @melusinedreams for borrowing her most feral babygirl Kathan to me &lt;;3 read on ao3 divider by @saradika

He comes home earlier than usual. I didn’t hear him, with how loud the music plays in the kitchen; I have an article to write about this new up and coming band - given to me because I’m apparently good at my job and because, and I quote, “they talk about the gay love.” Fair enough, though I’m bisexual thank you very much, the gay stuff is still something I’m familiar with. Maybe she’d seen my podcast about it. Either way, their music’s good - largely pop, but that’s as neutral as having ears is - and it sounds far better than the noises of cooking right now. 

Chopping veggies isn’t as appealing of a noise when I’m right in the head as it is when I’m not. Arguably, I’m never right in the head, but there’s degrees to this shit, okay? Sometimes making phone calls is scary. Sometimes the boss sends me home because I’m biting people like an overstretched chihuahua. Sometimes silence is an oppressive weight that feels more like chains than a weighted blanket. And other times, silence is simply annoying and I’m turning the music on and functioning like a normal fucking member of society. 

With some extra meds, but hey. Who the fuck keeps count anyway? 

So yeah, I don’t see him coming, haven’t even anticipated him coming this soon, so when I suddenly feel hands around my waist and lips on my cheek, I let out a startled yell and only to find he’d paused the music for a second and is laughing. The audacity. 

“Hello, my little songbird,” Mel chirps, and I sigh. 

“Hello, spymaster.” I chop the last of the tomatoes and put them in a bowl with the rest of the vegetables. “You’re.. Early? Did Kit kick you out for being too harsh on some line performance?” 

Mel laughs and kisses me. He tastes like coffee and mint. “On the contrary! They performed superbly and I finished early.” 

“You think it’ll be perfect by the premiere?” 

“Unless someone fucks something up extremely badly, which I highly doubt, then yes.” He buries his head in my shoulder and breathes in. Granted, cooking is a good scent half the time, so he’s smelling some really tasty stuff, probably. “Your wryness is rubbing off on me.” 

“You’re too old for that. Seen too much. I think I just make it juicier. More acerbic. I’m bittering this old lemon again.” I shake my head and laugh. “Or a blueberry? Are blueberries acerbic? Hold on, I have to google that now.” I look around to where my phone is, but end up hitting my cheekbone into his temple. He is a warm pressure against my back, and his hands are sliding up and down my sides. “I do think this particular blueberry has a case of… blue balls.” Pause. “Please don’t laugh at that. It’ll shame us both.”   

Then, another voice rings from outside of the kitchen. Kathan sounds as fake about it as I do when I try to speak like my mother does. “Cassander, you are an embarrassment to this household. I would like to think I had thought you better than this.” 

“Don’t worry, Kathan, he’s having a taste of those blueberries later,” Mel shouts back and I stare at the counter like it will save me from my partners ganging up on me like this. I open my mouth, consider saying whatever the fuck my brain cooks up at this point to save my scrawny ass, and throw all caution away like an ugly t-shirt. 

“Kathan, if you have issues with my jokes, then you should take it up with the clown university where I got them from. Their worksheets. They’re in my room somewhere, right beneath my clown degree.” 

Mel shakes with laughter. “You’re a delight, Cassander,” he says between laughs, and warmth spreads all over my chest. Some days I can hardly believe my luck that I met the two of them, and that we’d be here, living together, cracking silly jokes in what feels like domestic bliss. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but still. Then, Mel’s voice goes low, though still chipper. “Do you know how you’d be an even more of a delight?” 

It makes me swallow. “Tasting the blueberry?” 

“Hmm, not quite yet. I don’t think you’ve been a good enough boy for that, with all your offenses against language in the last 20 minutes.” 

I fight the urge to squirm. “You’re really not holding back, huh,” I whisper and he kisses my cheek. His hand slides to my belly and promises to dip lower, but doesn’t. I look down to where his fingers are toying with my shirt. “So, however will I atone for my sins, Daddy?” I know, I know, I shouldn’t sound so derisive about it, but it comes out as a half-mocking. Oops. 

“What are you making?” he asks firmly and his tone offers no room for ignoring. The doors slide open and Kathan stands there, arms crossed, watching with avid interest. 

“Just some pasta with veggies,” I say, looking at the bowl. “Haven’t started the pasta yet.” 

“Good. You won’t for a while.” For fuck’s sake, I’m such a goner now. “Cover the vegetables with something and come with me to the bedroom.” 

“Aren’t you hungry after a long day of work?” I try, holding onto the counter. He doesn’t look tired. If anything, he looks about ready to do whatever the fuck he wants to do with me. Food’s the last thing on his mind right now. 

“I can cook the pasta later, after we get that vibrating cock ring we’ve gotten recently,” he simply says. 

“No. You’re fucking with me right now.” Last time we used that fucking thing, he made me cry from denial. Cry. Big, fat, ugly tears, no thought, only desperation and… blue balls kinda cry. I bury my face in my hands and laugh. I suppose I am into it, if the fact I’m half-hard from all of this already is any indication. And I suppose I should’ve stopped at some point, but hey. At least he’s so hot like this, all in charge and in control, king of the castle or whatever. All he needs is a crown. For the aesthetic of it all. I’m bending like a wet napkin already. 

“Should’ve considered your words, baby,” Kathan says with intention. “No use crying over spilled milk!” 

“I hate you so much, actually. I swear to anyone who’s listening, I’m moving that music degree up the wall.” 

“You’re not helping your case whatsoever, sweetheart,” Melchior says, and moves a hand to stroke up my neck. “She’s not at fault here. If anything, you’re just adding more reasons for that cock ring.” He then looks me in the eye. His gaze is smoldering. “But you want it, do you not? You want it so desperately you are willing to act out to get it?”

Breaking eye contact is a struggle. The room falls down to us, to his hand on my skin, to the tips of our noses touching. He’s cutting off room to breathe, almost; but I don’t need air, not when he’s looking at me like that, not when that question hangs in the air. Kathan makes a noise in the background. The counter is my only refuge against the tension under my skin. 

Melchior has a way of doing that when he wants to, in a way nobody else does. When he traps me, it feels like safety. With him, the gates of the cage are wide open, but I want to stay inside the bars. A lifetime ago, I would’ve run away from that. Now, I don’t really feel like I need to. 

“Kiss me, please,” I say, unable to verbalize any of that. “Before the– the monster contraption, can you just kiss me? Please?” 

“Of course,” he says softly. The kiss is deep, yet gentle; his touch is less constricting, and it feels like a warm cocoon despite the fact that he’s about to be very fucking mean to me. The combination makes my head spin, a cocktail of hormones, feelings and hardons, and I hold on tight as his tongue plays with mine and guides it to where he needs it to be. Melchior’s hand slides down to cup my cock - a small, casual squeeze that has me moaning into his mouth before it’s gone far too soon. 

“You’re so responsive, darling,” he says and seals the words with a chaste kiss. “Too bad there won’t be any relief for you for this anytime soon.” 

And thus the softness of his presence crashes down and I tilt my head back and groan. “Are you sure I can’t write ‘I’m a good boy’ or something 100 times instead?” 

Melchior laughs. “I am.” He places a hand on my ass and squeezes. “Let’s go.” 

“By the time I’m back from work, will his punishment be done?” Kathan asks, and she sounds far too happy about it. Suspiciously happy, even. 

“And when do you come back from work?” Melchior asks Kathan, sounding entirely too considerate of the possible answer himself. Uh-oh. 

“What time is it..” She reaches for the phone in her pocket. “In about 5 hours? I’m coming home earlier today.” 

“What do you say, Cassander? Should Kathan see you orgasm when she comes back from work?” Melchior turns to me with the sharpest grin I’ve seen in months. His fangs are on display, murder weapons all four of them, and his hand squeezes my ass again. 

“I say I hate you both with the passion of a thousand suns,” I bite out, without any real heat. Five hours seems like an awful lot of time, but there’s some.. Fucking excitement! Anticipation!  For all the suffering he’s going to inflict on me for the next five hours! “But fine. Fine.” I try to sound as unaffected as I possibly can, but it’s a laughable and miserable attempt. “Will my punishment not affect access to veggie pasta?” 

“I will make you the most delicious veggie pasta,” Melchior laughs. “Hand-feed you, should you care for that. I even bought ice cream for later. We will save some for Kathan, of course. It’s hard work she’s doing, after all. We might as well give her a show, hm?” 

And since my mouth is actively conspiring against me, I reply, “Don’t forget the blueberries.” 

Melchior laughs yet again, gorgeously messily, and guides me to the start of the five hours of personalized, sexy hell, as Kathan waves us goodbye and leaves for work, laughing still. Hurray. 

Hu-fucking-ray.

[mycurrent-hyperfixation]

Take A Chance On Me - Chapter Thirteen (Eddie Munson x Reader Series)

Series Summary: Corroded Coffin is lacking only one thing that could help them win the upcoming Battle of the Bands; original songs. So when a new band comes to town with a lead singer that looks all too familiar and a repertoire of original songs up their sleeves, Dustin concocts a plan that will get you to spill all of your songwriting secrets to Eddie. It’s just a few dates, right?

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Masterlist

Word Count: 10.7K

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, 10 Things I Hate About You AU

A/N: Here we are: the ending. I literally never thought this day would come what with me getting shadow banned a million times. This fic turned out way longer than I ever planned and it honestly brings me so much joy to have the few of you still here reading my work. I don’t know how much I’ll be writing going forwards since my life is getting a bit busy but please send through your request! I don't know how promptly I’ll respond to them but I like to try and write a little bit everyday to try and improve my writing, so my silly little fics help with that. I cannot thank you guys enough for being so supportive of my work! Just know that every like, reblog and especially every comment has my heart absolutely soaring. As always, I LOVE YOU ALL!! 

In all honesty the sheer multitude of glances you were sneaking out towards the crowd was getting quite pathetic now, and you were perfectly well aware of that fact. Yet their frequency only grew with each passing minute, your embarrassment flourishing with each one, knowing the action wholeheartedly pitiful and yet finding yourself unable to stop. It was almost involuntary now, your head turning of its own volition whenever new footsteps entered the space only to find unfamiliar faces attached. In the end, you told your band that your tardiness in starting the set on time stemmed from an issue with your amplifier, yet their knowing smirks betrayed their disbelief.

With a resigned sigh, you finally traversed the last few steps across the small stage to the microphone, forcing a smile onto your features as the crowd cheered. It was nice being back in the Hideout, the space small and yet friendly as familiar faces cropped up amongst the sea of bodies. Your eyes scanned the crowd once more, hoping that you had just missed his arrival, and yet knowing the truth before you had even finished your search.

Eddie Munson was not there.

The thought caused something to hurt within your heart; a resurgence of every feeling of betrayal and pain you had felt over the last few weeks hitting you all at once. Back at the finals of the competition the invitation you had offered to him had seemingly come from nowhere, the proposition surprising you just as much as it had Eddie. But his smile had grown wide and his eyes had become alight and something warm had blossomed in your heart at the sight of his clear elation. So the thought that he would not show had, in truth, never once crossed your mind; and it made the reality of the situation all the more painful.

“Hello everyone,” you called out into the space, allowing yourself to revel in the cheer that they responded with.

“Tonight we’ve got a few classics for you-” You paused for just a moment as the front doors opened once more, the familiar faces of Dustin, Mike and Lucas entering hurriedly. And then right on their heels was an all too familiar figure; his hair slightly frazzled and his brows knitted into a look of annoyance as he whispered something to the boys and as they downturned their eyes to the floor, looking almost ashamed. Eddie sighed as the boys eventually mingled into the crowd, his mane of hair slightly more unruly than normal, his eyes wearier as he finally turned his attention to you. He seemed to still as he realised you were watching him, and the sheer look of panic that flooded his features almost had you wanting to laugh.

“Sorry,” he mouthed, looking more exhausted than you had seen him in a while, and so you thought it quite pertinent that you offer him a small smile in understanding. At the sight of it, Eddie seemed to relax just slightly, resigning himself to standing by the back wall, the crowd far too thick now for him to attempt to make his way any closer towards you.

“This first one is a personal favourite of mine, and I’m sure most of you know it. I mean, who doesn’t love ABBA?”

Eddie pretended to gag and you had to force yourself to turn away for just a moment lest a laugh escape from your throat. When you turned back to look at him, a soft smile was situated on his face, and you could not help the quickening of your heartbeat at the sight of it.

“This one’s called Waterloo.”

The plan was a simple one.

And yet now, at the prospect of actually seeing it through, you felt almost like throwing yourself from the stage and simply running away. You swallowed thickly, struggling to meet Eddie’s gaze now when you were about to admit everything to him, when you were about to pour your heart and soul into the familiar lyrics and hope that he understood.

“My, my,

At Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender

Oh, yeah

And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way

The history book on the shelf

Is always repeating itself.”

Eddie looked unperturbed by the lyrics, and you could not quite tell whether it was because he had simply never heard the song before or whether he wasn’t quite understanding the meaning behind it all.

“Waterloo

Couldn't escape if I wanted to

Waterloo

Knowing my fate is to be with you

Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo

Finally facing my Waterloo.”

It was the latter you decided; he wasn’t understanding the deeper meaning. His features were cool, nonchalant even as he leaned himself against the back wall, his arms folded lazily across his chest. He knew that you looked at the people you were singing about, had even admitted to it when the two of you had been lying beneath the stars. And yet even though your gaze remained unwavering with his for the entirety of the song, he merely continued to offer you a kind smile in return.

In all honesty, it made you want to laugh.

Because it wasn’t long before the song was coming to an end and Eddie still appeared none the wiser. You chuckled to yourself lightly before turning back to your bandmates and shaking your head. Robin groaned, Meg rolled her eyes and you had to swallow down your own annoyance. But when you turned back around Eddie was still smiling softly at you, and you felt your frustration slip away all at once.

“This next one is by Billy Joel.”

Eddie’s eyes became alight at the name, and you could tell that he was reminiscing about the very same thing that you were. That night seemed like so long ago now, a different time with different people. And yet remembering the way that Eddie had held you against his chest, how gently he had swayed along with you to the song, made butterflies erupt within your stomach and a small blush escape onto your features. And whilst it could have just been a product of the growing heat in the room, you thought that you saw the slightest tinge of red appear upon Eddie’s cheeks.

“This one’s called A Matter of Trust.”

Two love songs in a row and the message still had not clicked for Eddie as he continued to rest nonchalantly against the back wall. But in a way you supposed you could not blame him. Technically you had not written the lyrics, and where usually Eddie listened with rapt attention during your original songs, he likely correlated the covers with background music that stemmed from his radio.

 “Some love is just a lie of the heart

The cold remains of what began with a passionate start

And they may not want it to end

But it will it’s just a question of when.”

Now he wasn’t even looking at you, too busy responding to whatever it was that Dustin had said to him, and the sight made you want to growl in annoyance. Because here you were, having spent the past week trying to curate a set list that would communicate everything you felt within the depths of your heart. Cassettes and records littered every square inch of your room, your Walkman having been glued to your hip all week. It was entirely infuriating having it all wash so easily over Eddie’s head that it made you want to jump down from the stage, to grab a hold of Eddie’s shoulders and shake him until he came to his senses.  

“I’ve lived long enough to have learned

The closer you get to the fire, the more you get burned

But that won’t happen to us

‘Cause it’s always been a matter of trust.”

It would have been easier just to tell him the truth of it all, you knew. To sit him down and communicate clearly the decision you had painstakingly come to the conclusion of. You were willing to try again, as scary as it was, the only thing left to do was let Eddie know. And yet as terrifying as the prospect of telling him had been, you could not quite pass up the opportunity to make a slight spectacle of it. You had communicated much of your feelings to each other via song, so it seemed only apt to continue the tradition.

“It’s hard when you’re always afraid

You just recover when another belief is betrayed

So break my heart if you must

It’s a matter of trust.”

You felt almost like turning away as you sang the lines, remembering all too quickly why it was you had chosen this song in particular. It resonated perfectly, too perfectly perhaps so that now you felt wholeheartedly embarrassed as you bared your heart out for Eddie and as he didn’t even notice. But maybe in the end his obliviousness would be a good thing, for it gave you time to change your mind if you wished to do so. There was the very real possibility that your heart would get utterly broken, and where once you had prepared yourself for that possibility, now it loomed over you menacingly.

As you finished, the final notes of the song reverberating around the room, a lingering feeling began to grow in the pit of your stomach. You pushed it aside, knowing that the thought would only distract you from your performance. 

And yet, three songs and an oblivious Eddie later, the feeling continued to linger, its presence only growing with each passing minute.

Perhaps Eddie was aware of the message you were trying to convey. Perhaps he understood the meaning behind each song and was simply not showing it out of a sense of pity, for there was of course the very real possibility that he no longer felt the same.

That final night at the competition had changed so many things, had resurged an abundance of memories of how wonderful things had been before the truth of it all had been revealed. It was Eddie’s presence that had done that, his eagerness to seek you out and linger by your side enough of a message for you to assume he still wanted whatever it was that the two of you had had. But Eddie was kind, so inherently kind that maybe you had assumed wrong, maybe he had already moved on.

So as the final notes of the song reverberated around the room your gaze fell away from him, a shyness overcoming you now.

“Maybe we should skip the next song,” you turned to say to your bandmates, ignoring the cheer that erupted from the crowd. Your eyes met Meg’s first, then Vicki’s before coming to rest on Robin, and the roll of her eyes was enough for you to know that she had peered into your thoughts and was having none of it.

“We’ve only got one more cover and then the original to go. He’ll definitely figure it out by then.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” you mumbled, although it was clear Robin heard you.  

“If he doesn’t run up here and instantly make out with you, I’ll do it myself,” she whispered, and you could not quite stop the surprised bark of laughter as it erupted from your throat. So when you turned back around, a smile fixed firmly in place, you found your heart feeling just slightly lighter. For even if Eddie were to reject you, there was still a show to put on.

“This is the last cover we’ll be doing for tonight and it’s something a bit different than the stuff we normally do.”

Eddie was still standing by the back wall, his smile lazy, his posture relaxed and his head cocked just slightly to the side, intrigued. You smiled warmly at him, trying to rid yourself of the remnants of the sinking feeling that still lingered. When Eddie’s smile widened in response you felt more of the feeling dissipate.

“This one’s by The Chordettes who I’m sure most of you haven’t heard before. They’re a bit old but they’re still good.”

Now your smile was widening, upturning into something more devilish and you could tell that Eddie noticed, his head cocking just slightly further, his brows furrowing now.

“This one’s called Eddie, My Love.”

You watched on as Eddie’s posture stiffened, as his breathing stopped altogether, and as his figure stilled completely so that he looked almost to have become a permanent fixture upon the wall.

 

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Eddie was quite certain that he was going to pass out.

It was a hallucination he was quite sure, merely a fabrication of his vivid imagination that had somehow seeped out of the realm of his dreams and into his waking life. Because he had dreamed of this moment; frequently and repeatedly, in any and every scenario that his mind could conceive.

You had said the title of another song and Eddie had simply misheard, he was quite sure, his mind having extracted whatever it was that you did say and replaced it with what he wanted you to say. So Eddie remained where he was when the song finally began, half expecting to hear something he had heard from the radio instead.

“Eddie my love, I love you so

How I’ve wanted for you, you’ll never know

Please, Eddie, don’t make me wait too long.”

The likelihood that Eddie would pass out grew exceptionally larger now that he appeared to have stopped breathing. And yet although his lungs were starting to burn and his head begun to grow dizzy, it was as if his body had simply ceased to function, too in shock to continue what had once been automatic processes that were essential to the continuation of his life. But in truth, Eddie barely noticed, too busy watching you.

Your gaze wavered from his constantly as if you had to build the courage to look at him whilst you sang. But it only made the situation all the more endearing, all the more real, for if you were nervous about singing lyrics that you had not written there had to be a reason why.

And yet still Eddie scarcely let himself believe it.

“Is this…” fell from his lips, his mind too distracted by your figure upon the stage to finish the sentiment.

“Real?” Dustin finished for him. “Yep.”

In truth, he hadn’t even noticed the boy’s reappearance beside him, and Eddie’s sudden awareness of his presence had him jumping slightly. When he turned to look at him, Dustin’s smirk was devilish, a glint of mischief behind his eyes that led Eddie to believe he had known about this plan.

“Oh Eddie, Eddie, I love you so

Eddie, please, just write one line

Tell me your love is still only mine

Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long.”

Seemingly of their own volition Eddie’s legs began moving beneath him, traversing the tightly knit crowd as he began to make his way towards you. His advancements were slow, accompanied by glares from the people he squeezed past even though he was quite sure he was mumbling apologies along the way. But it was easy to bump into a shoulder or step on a foot when he refused to take his eyes off of you.

“Oh, Eddie, Eddie I love you so

Eddie my love

Oh, Eddie, Eddie I love you so

Eddie my love, I love you so.”

Your gaze was unwavering now as you said the words that Eddie had dreamed of you saying, the very same three words he had first uttered at the video store. In truth, he had not come into the store that day with the hopes of confronting you. He had in all honesty only gone to rent a movie in the hopes that he could distract his mind from you for a moment. So when he had heard those three words leaving his lips he had been just as surprised as you had likely been.

And yet he hadn’t regretted saying them.

As the last few notes of the song reverberated around the room, it was as if, along with the music, your confidence had faded, your eyes quite obviously looking at anything but at Eddie as he cleared the last few rows of people and made it to the front. He was so close to you now, close enough that if he were to reach out slightly his hand would brush your leg. So he connected his hands to the lid of the stage and forced them to stay there, slightly afraid any unwanted advances would have you changing your mind about everything.

When the song had finished, you ignored Eddie as you turned to say something to Meg, and Eddie couldn’t quite manage to contain the small growl that left his lips. You were toying with him, he was quite sure, if the devilish smirk that upturned your lips had anything to say about it.

Eddie knew that there was still one song to go; an original that he had been looking forward to hearing for the entire night. And yet he could not quite fathom having to wait for the entire length of a song to talk to you.

“Finish the set there,” Eddie whispered up to you and saw as your smile grew wider even though it was clear you were trying to suppress it. It made his own smile grow and his hands itch to reach out and grab you.

“We’ve got one last song for you guys,” you said to the crowd, your eyes locked firmly with Eddie’s. The smile upon your lips looked almost devilish now, as if you were well aware of Eddie’s torment and revelled in prolonging it. He groaned dramatically and you had to turn your head away in an attempt to hide your laughter.

When you turned back to brush your lips up to the microphone, Eddie thought that he saw a slight hesitation as you did so. The smile across your lips faltered just slightly, and Eddie could not quite help the furrow in his brow, for although the change in your disposition was miniscule, it was there nonetheless.

“This one’s called Lonely No More.”

You were avoiding his gaze now, Eddie was quite sure as he desperately tried to catch your eye once more if only to offer you a reassuring smile. Your gaze flickered to his only once before the song started, and it was so fleeting that Eddie nearly missed it. The song meant a lot to you, Eddie could already tell, and so he leaned just slightly closer even though the sound of your bands’ instruments was almost deafening this close already, if only to show you that he was listening.

“Now it seems to me that you know just what to say

But words are only words, can you show me something else?

Can you swear to me that you’ll always be this way?

Show me how you feel more than ever, baby.”

Your gaze only returned back to Eddie during your delivery of the last line, and yet it was with every word that Eddie found himself completely mesmerised. This was it, everything that you had to say to him, everything that your relationship could be or would be going forwards wrapped up in a remarkably catchy song. You needed more, he knew, more than just words. You needed proof that whatever still lingered between you could work, and Eddie was sure as hell going to give it to you.

“But I don’t wanna be lonely no more

I don’t wanna have to pay for this

I don’t wanna know the lover at my door

Is just another heartache on my list

And I don’t wanna be angry no more

You know I could never stand for this

So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure

I don’t wanna be lonely anymore.”

A range of emotions seemed to hit Eddie all at once as if his brain was unsure which one he should be feeling and so felt them all instead. Elation had his heart soaring within his chest. Happiness seemed to course through his veins alongside his blood. Relief had his muscles relaxing all at once as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But there was the hesitancy that lingered behind the words, your fear of trying again that had his heart breaking slightly. But then again, Eddie could not blame you. He had been the one to hurt you in the first place. He had been the one to ruin the perfect thing that the two of you had shared and so he could not condemn your fear that he might do it again.

“Now it’s hard for me, with my heart still on the mend

Open up to me, like you do friends

And you sing to me and it’s harmony

Boy, what you do to me is everything

Make me say anything, just to get you back again

I think we can try.”

He would show you, Eddie had decided. He would show you just how much you meant to him the very moment the song was over. He would allow no room for miscommunications, no action or word that would make you question the validity of his feelings. He would give you everything that you deserved and more. Eddie would not squander this second chance, for he was well aware of just how valuable it was.

“What if I was good to you, what if you were good to me?

What if I could hold you ‘til I feel you move inside of me?”

Eddie seemed to choke on nothing at all, catching the sly smirk that upturned your lips. You were going to be the death of him, he was quite sure, and he would enjoy every minute of it. Your gaze turned away from him as you continued, your eyes closing and your hips swaying in the tell-tale sign as you got lost in the music.

“And what if it was paradise, and what if we were symphonies?

What if I gave all my time to find some way to stand beside you.”

You were picturing it, Eddie was quite sure, picturing everything that could be between the two of you, and Eddie was picturing it along with you. He would go to every one of your shows and you would go to every one of his, lingering in the front row where he had an unencumbered view of you whilst you danced to his songs that he would inevitably write about you. About the way that you took his breath away every time you smiled at him. About the way you were so completely mesmerising upon a stage. About the way that he so wished to take you back to his bedroom and devour you completely, the way he would pleasure you until your breathy pants and your guttural moans became a new kind of music to his ears.

“I don’t wanna be lonely no more.”

And you wouldn’t be, Eddie vowed as you played the final chorus of the song. Eddie would not allow you to ever be lonely again for as long as you allowed him to stay by your side. He would erase the memories of your past with his stupid jokes and featherlight kisses. He would treasure you as the boys that had come before him had not, their stupidity in not doing so almost incomprehensible to Eddie as stared at you suspended before him, ethereal in the glow of the stage lights.

The last notes of the song trickled from the strings of your guitar, echoing around the room until they were eventually drowned out by the cheers of the crowd. Eddie watched on as the people around him erupted, as your lips brushed up against the microphone one last time as you said your goodbyes to the crowd, and yet he heard none of it. Instead, he waited until the stage lights dimmed, until the crowd turned their attention away from you and began to meander from the venue, until you became distracted by something Robin was saying to you as you unslung your guitar from your shoulders and placed it gently away, before he finally made his move.

He jumped up onto the stage, the movement swift and quick so that it startled you slightly. But before you could react to Eddie’s newfound proximity, he was bending down and leaning forwards until his shoulder was connecting with your stomach. In one swift motion he pushed upwards until you were being lifted from the ground and onto his shoulder.

“Eddie!” you squealed in surprise, and Eddie could not stop his lips from curling into a smile when he heard the laughter laced within your voice. “What are you doing? Put me down!”

The action was awkward and at one point Eddie feared that he might drop you when your weight tipped unevenly to one side. But his grip tightened around your waist to steady you, and although you squealed in surprise and punched lightly at his back in protest, you made no move to extract yourself from his embrace.

“I’m showing you how I feel,” Eddie said back, his words low so that only you could hear him as he turned to face your bandmates instead. They were staring at him now, he quickly realised, Meg unrelenting in the death glare she always seemed to be sporting these days and Robin with a knowing smirk of approval.

“Sorry ladies,” Eddie said, throwing a smile at each of your bandmates. “I’ll need to steal your lead singer for the rest of the night.”

“We had an appointment with some milkshakes, Munson,” Robin said jokingly.

“I’ll make it up to you!” Eddie called, before he was swiftly leaving, traversing the few lengths of the stage with his eyes glued to the floor lest he trip on a wire and drop you. All the while you seemed incapable of halting your laughter, the sound loud and slightly breathless as he felt the vibrations of it through where your body was draped over his.

The night air was cold when Eddie opened the back door of the Hideout, and he wondered for just a moment whether he should quickly return inside to see if you had brought a jacket. But as he lowered you from his shoulder, his movements gentle and precise so that your feet barely made any sound at all as they landed upon the ground, you lingered in the close proximity that the action had left you in, and so Eddie could not quite bring himself to depart from you. Your hand had brushed down his chest in an attempt to steady yourself within your newfound upright position, and Eddie could not help but notice when you did not pull it away. So he allowed his own hands to remain where they were still connected with your waist, his grip light just in case you wished to pull away.

When Eddie noticed the way your skin had become speckled with goosebumps, it was almost begrudgingly how he unslung his own jacket from around his shoulders and draped it across yours if only because it meant that he was no longer touching you. But the soft smile and the small blush that arose upon your cheeks at the action made him bolder until his hands were returning to your waist once more.  

The two of you stayed like that for some time; your breaths slightly visible as they intermingled in the air before you. There was something palpable between you now, something that made it hard to speak and hard to breath and hard to fathom doing anything else other than lingering within the moment.

“I’m sorry if I…” Eddie began, the thickness of the air making it harder to speak. “All the songs. I didn’t realise and-”

“No, I should have been clearer,” you interjected. “I don’t know…I just thought it would have been…cute or something. But it was kind of stupid and I should have just told you outright, but I guess I was scared-”

“You were scared?”

“Yeah,” you hesitated. “I thought you might not…feel the same anymore.”

The sound that erupted from Eddie’s throat was so loud and viscerally raw that the bark of laughter echoed in the emptiness of the carpark. It startled you slightly and Eddie could feel you jump in surprise as you shifted against him.

“I may have been dumb enough not to understand what you were trying to do in there but I’m not that dumb.”

“You’re not dumb at all,” you chastised. “It wasn’t exactly all that clear now that I think about it. I mean, a cover of ABBA? No wonder you didn’t think anything was different.”

Eddie barked out another laugh and when his gaze returned to you his heart warmed slightly at the sight of a soft smile placed gently across your lips.

“Let’s do something,” Eddie said, his voice far softer than he had intended it to be. “Anywhere you want to go and I’ll take you.”

“Eddie I-” you began, and Eddie could tell from your tone that you were going to reject the proposition. The two of you were close, your hand still placed delicately against his chest as your breaths intermingled in the air before you. And yet Eddie needed to get closer to you still, to feel you against him in any way that he could. So he leaned down, connecting his forehead gently with yours as he closed his eyes, revelling in the feeling of you, the scent of you.

“Let me show you,” he interjected, and the desperation in his voice surprised even him.

You had closed your eyes as well now as the two of you lingered in the silence of the carpark, Eddie’s scent engulfing you completely as his jacket sat perched across your shoulders. Something passed unsaid between you, an understanding of sorts that made the air somehow easier to breathe.

Somewhere close by a cricket persisted with its chirping and then, further away, a dog was barking as if neither of them were quite aware of the silence that the situation demanded. And yet Eddie heard nothing but your breath so close to his now, his heart beating so rapidly that he was quite sure you could feel it through where your hand was resting upon his chest.

He wanted to show you everything; the depths of his desire for you, of his need for you. He would show you how you took his breath away whenever your lips upturned into that beautiful smile of yours. He would show you how every morsel of his being burned for you, how he yearned for your touch at every hour of the day and then dreamed about it every night.

And yet as he pulled away to look upon you once more, there was something behind your eyes—a spark of sorts—that led him to believe that you knew. How could you not, after all, when he had confessed the very depths of his heart to you back on that day at the video store. Yet he would show you anyway, he resolved. He would show you just in case there was any part of you that still doubted him. He would show you to quell any reservations you might still have about it all.

“Okay,” you relented, your lips upturning into a smile that had Eddie’s heart somehow thundering faster. “I want to go with my friends and get milkshakes.”

“Oh.” Eddie could not quite quell the disappointment that seeped through him, but he tried to catch his features before they became too crestfallen, forcing his lips into a smile that he thought even the cricket knew was fake. He had asked you what you wanted to do and he could not resent you when those plans did not include him.

“And you as well, dufus,” you said with a laugh, punching his chest lightly. “I want to go get milkshakes together.”

“Oh,” Eddie said again, his tone lighter this time as his smile became genuine. “Yeah, anything you want,” he hastily added.

“But I’m expecting a second date,” you continued, your voice light-hearted. “And I want ample warning of it this time.”

“Anything you want,” he repeated, and his tone was softer now, more gentle, more serious.

His smile was soft, his eyes even more so as he looked down upon you, the light from the moon reflecting in your eyes. And although he knew it highly improbable, Eddie could have sworn that his heart skipped a beat. This could not be real, he thought to himself, you standing here before him, allowing him the pleasure of touching you, of basking in the closeness of your presence. And yet your touch felt so very real against him, your bodies so close now that as the gentle breeze wafted past your hair shifted along with it until it was brushing up against Eddie’s neck and tickling his skin.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” Eddie heard the words fall from his lips, powerless to stop them as they reverberated in the stillness of the air. A blush escaped onto his features and he bowed his head forwards just slightly to try and get his hair to hide it. But his attempts at concealment were in vain for your smile only grew at the sight of it. 

“Well then maybe you should,” you responded, and your voice was just as breathless as Eddie felt.

You were close now, somehow even closer than you had been when Eddie had first extracted you from his shoulder so that your body was pressed flush against his and your lips were mere inches apart. He had pulled you closer towards him from where his hands were still connected to your waist, he realised, and yet you seemed to almost fall into the movement. His touch was light, the pads of his fingers barely skimming across the curve of your waist and yet although he wanted nothing more than to dig his fingers into the flesh of your body and crush you against him, he refrained, allowing you the option to pull away if you so wished.

“I’m scared that if I do, I’ll wake up.” 

It was his running theory at the time, for how else was it that all of his dreams seemed to be coming true? He was asleep, he was quite sure, his mind reimagining the very dream that had been haunting him for the past few weeks, unrelenting even in his waking life. This reality was nothing more than a figment of his imagination, for surely it was too perfect to be real. 

And yet you were so warm and so solid within his grasp in a way that his dreams could never seem to replicate; your perfume so pungent, your skin so soft. So he allowed himself to revel in the moment, for whether it was a dream or not, for just a second you were his.  

The moon and the stars sat reflected within the depths of your eyes and although Eddie was so wholehearted captivated by them, he found himself momentarily distracted by the soft curve of your lips, the way they parted slightly in the middle and the soft breath that left them and danced across his cheek. And maybe it was because the more he touched you the more hopeful he became that he was in fact within the waking world or maybe it was because the sight of you like this before him was a miracle in itself, but either way Eddie watched on as one of his hands departed from your waist and came up, his fingers brushing lightly against the curve of your jaw as if he were afraid the touch would shock him. But you simply leaned into his hand, and the action had his breath hitching within his throat.

There was something within the air now, something almost palpable, something that fizzed and crackled and raced along with Eddie’s heart. It made it harder to breathe and yet Eddie forced himself to inhale anyway if only to revel in the scent of you so close before him.  

In the end it was you that closed the final distance and Eddie found himself immensely grateful for the action for he was quite certain that if the final push had been left to him the two of you would have remained in your created limbo all night. He had been scared, he realised, so very scared that you would pull away or that you would regret the action or that he had somehow managed to completely misread the situation altogether and would only succeed in pushing you further away should he connect his lips to yours.

But where Eddie had expected the kiss to be gentle, timid almost, he was pleasantly surprised when he was met with something more fierce; you were so very fierce as if you were a woman starved as your lips crashed against Eddie’s. He could find no hesitation in the action, no inclination of regret anywhere in your movements so that in the end it took Eddie only a second to respond back with just as much fervour, having to refrain from completely devouring you. The hand that had come up to brush against your jaw came around to cup your neck, as if Eddie were trying to somehow pull you closer. Your own hands came up to grip at Eddie’s hair, and he was thankful when you did not mention the small moan that left his mouth when you tugged slightly at his roots.

With the hand that was still connected to your waist, gripping it fiercely now, Eddie manoeuvred you until he felt your back connect with the wall of the Hideout. He pushed you against it and then crowded himself against you, careful to leave enough room should he feel any hesitation come from your ministrations. But instead, your hands left his hair, coming down to connect with his waist before pulling him flush against you. Eddie couldn’t help but smile into the kiss at the action.

But just as quickly as the kiss had begun you were pulling away, dragging Eddie along with you as he chased your lips. He let you go with a small sigh, revelling in the sight of your reddened lips and wanting desperately to worsen their condition. Yet he refrained from doing so, feeling slightly lightheaded anyway. You were better than any drug, Eddie realised, and he was an addict chasing his high.

Although the kiss had been fleeting, it had left him breathless all the same so that for just a moment it was only the sound of his pants that filled the air. He was leaning over you, caging you against the wall and yet you made not move to pull away from Eddie, one of his hands was still fixated firmly to your waist, the other coming up to rest against your cheek instead. He brushed his thumb lightly over the curve of your cheekbone as if confirming to himself that you were still there, that you were still real. Your lips upturned into a gentle smile at the touch, and Eddie found himself incapable of looking away from it.

“How are you real?” Eddie heard himself ask, and as the words seemed to echo in the stillness that surrounded you a deep blush invaded his features. Your smile grew at the sentiment and Eddie tried to hide the reddening of his cheeks underneath his mane of hair.

“Well when a Mommy and a Daddy love each other very much,” you began and Eddie could not quite seem to stop the bark of laughter as it escaped from his throat.

When the silence settled over the two of you once more, Eddie knew that the moment was coming to an end. So he allowed himself to pull you somehow closer against him.

“We should head back inside,” you said, and Eddie could not quite seem to quell the disappointment that coursed through him at the statement.

“Let’s just meet your friends at the diner,” Eddie pleaded, hoping that he could prolong his time with you in any way.

You laughed, and Eddie revelled in the sound of it as it echoed into the stillness of the night.

“I have a very expensive guitar that’s still sitting on that stage. So as much as I would like to, Eddie, I can’t risk losing it.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Eddie said with a smirk and the laugh that followed was somehow even better than the first.

“Come on,” you whined, your body pulling away. Your warmth and your scent were leaving along with you so that Eddie could not quite help the desperation that shot through him to remain by your side. But your touch did not leave him completely, your hand departing from his waist to instead travel down and intertwine with his. You dragged him along behind you as you began to make your way back into the Hideout, Eddie in no way trying to hide his disdain for the change in the situation so that you had to pull forcefully in order to move him.

He begrudgingly followed only once it was clear that you would leave him behind if he did not, Eddie rushing forwards momentarily in an attempt to get to the door before you so that he could open it. But before he could, he found your hand tugging lightly against his as you hesitated.

“Eddie?” Your tone was serious now, and so Eddie turned back to face you with an expression that he hoped mirrored how much he was listening.

“Yeah?”

“If this is going to work…if we’re going to work…you can’t ever lie to me again.”

 Eddie stilled, his hand coming to grip yours more tightly as he racked his brain for something to say, for some way to comfort you and to eradicate the hint of pain that had flashed behind your eyes as you had remembered it all. So when he moved he did so slowly, making sure that you were comfortable as he grew closer towards you once more. His actions were tentative, hesitant almost as he brought the hand that was not confined within your own upwards, his heart thundering as he gently brushed his fingers against your cheek. You closed your eyes to the touch, leaning into it just slightly in such a way that had Eddie hoping that he was helping to ease your reservations.

“It nearly killed me last time I lied to you,” he said, his voice so soft that it came out as barely more than a whisper. “I don’t think I could survive doing it again.”

The corner of your lips upturned ever so slightly as you reopened your eyes, your gaze coming up to bore into Eddie’s own. And if it was not for you pulling away once more, your attention turning instead to the door that led back inside, Eddie thought it likely that—with the light of the moon and the stars and the sheer beauty of them anyway—he would have gotten lost within your eyes forever. So he let himself be pulled along behind you, slightly more willing to follow this time as he leant forwards to open the door for you.

“But what if, like, you ask my opinion on a new song or something and I think it’s shit. Can I lie so I don’t hurt your feelings?”

You punched him in the shoulder.

“I’m already starting to regret this.”

Eddie’s bark of laughter echoed out into the emptiness of the night.

 

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Whilst Eddie had honestly not thought that this day would ever come, that you would ever forgive him enough to let him try again with you, he could wholeheartedly say that within the multitude of fantasies that he had had about of getting you back, none of them had included the scene that was laid out before him.

A couple sat towards the back of the diner looking thoroughly annoyed at the ruckus of children that had just walked inside, Dustin, Lucas and Mike’s loud conversation continuing as they piled into the booths. Gareth and Jeff shuffled in beside them, their presences having gone completely unnoticed by Eddie back in the crowd at the Hideout due to his inability to look away from you. Gareth had only smiled when Eddie had returned back inside with his hand intertwined with yours, and something unsaid had passed between them, an understanding of sorts.

Eddie could not quite blame the couple as they got up from their table and promptly left, for the group that followed behind the children were not any less quiet even though the majority of them were older. Robin was chatting away enthusiastically to Steve and Vicki, Meg lingering silently by their side as they followed you into the second booth, Eddie hastening to take the seat beside you. He blamed the lack of space that the seat provided for why he had to sit so close to you, your side pressed up flush against his even though Meg had more than enough room to claim the space on Eddie’s other side. But if you noticed his proximity, you said nothing, and for just a moment Eddie thought that he felt you lean just slightly more against him.

“Vanilla milkshake?” Eddie questioned as you barely even glanced at the menu before you. When you turned to look up at him, Eddie felt his breath still at the sight of the delicate smile placed across your lips.

“I think I’d prefer Triple Choc Fudge.”

“I knew it!” Eddie called in triumph, ignoring as the kids turned around in their booth to glance quizzically at him. “Admit it, triple choc fudge is better than vanilla.”

“It’s not better,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “I just want that one tonight.”

Eddie’s smile turned into something more devilish as he leaned down, his lips brushing faintly against the shell of your ear.

“I thought we weren’t lying to each other,” he whispered.

You punched lightly at his chest as a deep blush engulfed your features. Eddie chuckled at the sight.

“I’m not lying,” you whispered back, your own smile slightly toying now.

“I’ll get the truth out of you one way or another,” Eddie said, his voice coming out lower and slightly raspier than he had expected, revelling in the sight of your blush deepening.

“If you guys are going to continue being this insufferably cute,” Robin interjected. “I’m going to throw myself off a bridge.”

Now it was Eddie’s turn to blush as he looked up to realise that every pair of eyes were on him, including all of the occupants in the other booth who had only continued to stare at him, Dustin wiggling his eyebrows completely unsubtly. Eddie sunk slightly lower in his seat under their gazes and became immensely grateful when the waitress appeared at the end of the table, her pen and pad at the ready.

“Do you want to share?” Eddie mumbled down towards you, unwilling to bring the attention of the group back upon him should he speak too loudly. The smile that upturned your lips at the proposition had his heart beating faster, and he thought it likely that you were thinking of the very same thing that he was; that night that felt almost like another lifetime, where the two of you shared words over a milkshake, where Eddie had pulled you tight against him and stolen you from the diner, where you had spilled long forgotten secrets to each other in the silence of his bedroom.

You nodded, and Eddie’s heart soared.

The waitress left and the ruckus continued, Mike and Lucas fighting over something in the next booth as Steve leaned over to scold them. And yet although the noise of it all was practically deafening, Eddie could not quite bring himself to focus on anything other than the feeling of your body pressing against his. He felt like reaching out and grasping your hand within his, or perhaps resting his palm against your thigh. Nothing too high as to make you uncomfortable, just anything at all that would get him just slightly closer to you. In the end, he settled with resting his arm on the backrest of the booth behind you, not quite brave enough to go all the way and wrap his arm around your shoulders as he had originally intended to do with the movement.

But you had always been able to read him so well, to peer into the depths of his mind and see right through him until there was nowhere for him to hide. And so in truth he should not have been so surprised when you reached up, grabbed his hand and pulled it downwards until his arm was draping across your shoulders. He stilled at the touch, his breath pausing along with it as you turned up to look at him and flashed him a devilish smirk. You knew the affect you were having on him, he was quite sure, and you were revelling in his complete lack of composure because of it. The milkshakes arrived, and yet still Eddie could not quite seem to pull his attention away from you; from the way your back was pressed just slightly up against his chest now, the way you seemed to relax into his touch and continue on with your conversation with Steve as if nothing were awry, as if Eddie’s heart were not about to rip right out of his chest.

He could not quite believe how he was experiencing this moment, how he was allowed to sit within a booth sharing a milkshake with you as you chatted away idly with your friends, your body pressed up against his. It all seemed so mundane, so normal in a way that his relationship with you had only ever managed to be within the depths of his fantasies. He had dreamt of the day where actions like this—the simplicity of you leaning against him—would become autonomous, the movement so practiced that it felt natural and did not cause an eruption of butterflies to explode within his stomach. But then, looking upon you leaning so comfortably within his embrace, Eddie could not quite fathom ever having you within his arms and not feeling like his heart was going to explode, and the thought was oddly exhilarating.

And so Eddie allowed himself to revel within the moment, maybe tightening his grip around your shoulders just infinitesimally to make sure it was all real, his gaze fixated on nothing but you. He watched the way you talked animatedly, periodically leaning forwards to take a sip from the milkshake before turning back and offering the drink to him. He watched the way you laughed and you smiled, the sight still managing to have his heart beating faster. He watched the way his jacket still sat perched across your shoulders, the clothing looking somehow out of place and yet wholeheartedly breathtaking upon you in such a way that made him want to rip it straight off you.

He relaxed back into the seat, seemingly unable to wipe the soft smile that lingered across his lips, his gaze pulled from you only when he was roped into the conversation he had not been listening to.

And when the night was coming to an end—Eddie wholeheartedly depressed by this realisation—he made sure to bask in the time he had left within your presence, slipping his hand into yours when the two of you shuffled from the booth and tugging you quickly out of the restaurant before you could protest when he left some bills upon the table.

The night air was cold when the group of you finally dispersed into the carpark and yet the sky was void of any clouds, making the dark space remarkable easy to traverse and allowing Eddie to see you clearly in the glow of the moon. He barely even noticed as Steve chastised the kids for something or another, pulled only from his reverie when your hand slipped from his—the action paired with a quick turning of your head and a flash of a smile up towards him—as you went to say your goodbyes to your friends.

Eddie watched you go, flexing his hand as your warmth left it, refraining from reaching out and pulling you back into him. And because he seemed incapable of not staring at you within that moment, he wholeheartedly failed to notice when Dustin shuffled up to him, the sudden presence of his voice having Eddie jumping in surprise.

“You’re welcome,” Dustin said.

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“For what?”

“For this,” Dustin said and his gaze followed Eddie’s until he was looking at you as well. Eddie looked between you and the boy, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“What-” Eddie began, and as if Dustin had been anticipating the question, he answered it before it had even been asked.

“This was my plan all along. You were practically foaming at the mouth when we went to her first gig and I knew you would be too much of a chicken to do anything yourself.”

“Hang on, I was thinking about doing something. I-”

“You never would have spoken to her if I hadn’t made you drive to the record store that night she was closing.”

“I-” Eddie tried again, but he knew the fight was futile. Dustin was right. There was no point in disputing what was obviously the truth. So Eddie sighed in defeat, turning away from the triumphant grin that he knew Dustin was sporting. “Could have done without the whole plan though. I nearly lost her because of you too.”

“Yeah, I didn’t really think that all the way through. But, hey, it all worked out in the end.”

“You’re a little shit.” But just before Eddie could tackle Dustin into a headlock and hopefully pull his underwear high enough to elicit enough pain for the boy to learn a lesson, Steve Harrington smelt the beginnings of the ruckus and promptly appeared before Eddie could lay a hand on the boy.

“Stop tormenting the guy and get in the car,” Steve ordered, and Dustin, who looked as if he was about to talk back, took one look at Steve’s hands placed upon his hips and thought better of it, shuffling away with one last backwards smirk at Eddie.

“Don’t listen to him,” Steve said, watching carefully to make sure that Dustin followed his orders.

“He’s a good kid,” Eddie said. “But sometimes I just wanna kill him.”

“I know the feeling,” Steve said with a sigh.

A silence blossomed between them, and Eddie thought it pertinent that he fill that silence lest it turn awkward. He liked Steve, liked him far more than he ever thought he would, but he was yet to interact with him without you beside him and something about that thought made him nervous.

“I can take some of them home if you want,” he offered.

Steve only smiled.

“I appreciate the offer and on any other night I would definitely take you up on it,” Steve began before turning his attention away from where the kids were bickering inside of his car to look towards you instead, enamoured in a conversation with your bandmates. “But I think you’ve got to focus on her tonight.”

Eddie knew that Steve was right, following his gaze until his eyes were resting upon you also. There was a part of him that sighed in relief at Steve’s rejection of his proposition, so wholeheartedly grateful that he felt almost like turning and engulfing the other boy in a hug. A wide smile spread across Eddie’s lips as a laugh escaped from your throat, the sound echoing out into the empty carpark. Eddie could feel Steve’s gaze turn towards him briefly, but it was as if, now that he was looking upon you, your very figure had hypnotized him, your laugh and your smile and your entire being so very captivating that he could not pull himself away.

“If you-”

“I know,” Eddie interjected.

And with those two words it was as if something unspoken passed between them. Steve had no need for threats anymore, no need for warnings of the pain he would inflict upon Eddie should he break your heart. Because it was almost like Steve knew. Almost like he could see the way that Eddie was gazing upon you now—with a fire burning deep behind his eyes that admitted the very depths of his desire and adoration and devotion to you—and was set at ease with what he saw. So with a quick slap to Eddie’s back which might have been slightly harder than was strictly necessary, Steve made his departure with a smile upon his face that quickly disappeared when he noticed the kids fighting in the backseat of his car.

Eddie barely even noticed the slap, barely even registered when Steve left his side, for he was watching with rapt attention as you finally said your goodbyes to your bandmates and they began to make their own departures. His strides towards you were quick as Meg and Vicki finally traversed the rest of the carpark to their vehicle, Robin giving you one last hug before she skipped after Steve.

He felt almost awkward now presuming that he had the right to touch you and so refrained from outstretching his hands towards you as he so itched to do. But then he remembered the way you had reached up and grabbed his hand so that his arm rested upon your shoulders back in the booth, and the thought made him momentarily bolder. So when he finally reached you his hands connected lightly with your waist, allowing you the room to pull away should you so wish.

You turned your gaze up towards him at the touch, and the smile that spread across your features when your eyes found his had Eddie’s heart soaring within his chest. In the end you did not pull away, but instead leaned backwards until your back was connecting with Eddie’s chest and your head was resting lazily against the crook in his shoulder. Something warm erupted within him at the action, at the sheer comfort that your body seemed to be exuding within his presence so that his grip tightened upon your waist.

“Can I drive you home?” Eddie asked into the silence of the carpark as Steve’s car backed out of his spot, the kid’s waving at you from the backseat as they left. Dustin flashed him a devilish smirk through the window and Eddie only rolled his eyes in response.

“I suppose I could allow you the honour,” you responded, and you could feel the slight vibrations of Eddie’s chest as he chuckled.

Once the sound of Steve’s car had dwindled away into the distance, there was nothing but the sound of your breaths intermingling into the air as the two of you remained in your position, simply basking in the warmth of the other, neither of you willing to pull away just yet. But then you were turning so that now it was your chest that was pressed up to Eddie’s. He thought the change in positioning a vast improvement, for now he could see the gleam in your eyes and the way the moon illuminated your smile.

“Tomorrow,” Eddie found himself saying, and he could not quite blame the small furrow that grew between your brows. “For our date,” he continued. “Tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 7:00.” And then because he thought his tone slightly presumptuous, quickly added, “I-if you want to.”

Your smile grew.

“Someone’s impatient,” you said, and then after a second’s hesitation, continued. “Okay.”

The silence settled between you once more. Slowly, you removed your hands from where they had been pressed against Eddie’s chest and instead rested them lazily around his neck. The movement somehow brought you closer to him, so close that Eddie couldn’t quite figure out how he had managed to keep himself from devouring you. Your lips were inches from his, a smile still placed delicately across them.

“Can I kiss you?”

Eddie remembered the last time he had uttered those words, how hopeful he had been that your proximity had been an indication that you had wanted him just as much as he had wanted you. But body language was a fickle thing, and Eddie was not going to assume that the closeness of your lips was any semblance of consent. You would want to take things slow, he was quite sure, and he would ask you that very question. But not now. Not after a perfect night that did not need to be ruined by serious conversations. But although Eddie would in all honesty get down on one knee tomorrow if you so asked him, he would travel at the pace of a snail if it meant that he got to call you his.

Your smile grew wider at the question as Eddie waited with bated breath for your response.

But your response never came.

Instead, you shifted yourself onto the tips of your toes and connected your lips gently to his.

But unlike the kiss the two of you had shared only hours before where Eddie had pressed you up against the wall of the Hideout and you had let him, this kiss was different. Eddie’s lips moved slowly against yours now, almost languidly, and yet the passion behind each movement was somehow just as fierce.

Eddie was taking his time.

He did not rush for there was no need to. He was mapping you out, taking note of every blemish and crease upon your lips and then delving further to explore the depths of your mouth. In that moment there was only you and him standing in the silence of the carpark, and to Eddie, it felt almost as if it were only you and him in the entirety of the world. Eddie could have quite happily spent all night with you like this, your breaths short and sharp, your scent engulfing him completely. Your taste was intoxicating, somehow even more so than he remembered it being when he had first kissed you back in his trailer and the thought had a moan escaping from his throat. Your hands flew up to tangle within his hair almost as if you were trying to get him closer, Eddie doing the same as his grip upon your waist tightened.

But he needed to feel more of you, even when your tongue started to explore his mouth and so one of his hands departed from your waist and came up to cup your jaw instead. His thumb stroked against your cheek, his grip firm as if he needed to feel every inch of you that he could. You inhaled sharply at the touch, and the sound of it had something stirring low within Eddie.

It was you who pulled away first and Eddie thought it quite the sensible thing to do for he had come to the conclusion that he would sooner pass out than pull himself away from you within that moment. But your forehead remained against his, your pants intermingling into the silence of the night. Your lips upturned into a smile when your gaze met his, and Eddie could not stop himself from smiling back.

And then you were shifting, your hands coming down to rest once more around his shoulders as you leaned forwards and buried your head into the crook of his neck. And then, as if it were instinctual, as if the action were so practiced it had become autonomous, Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you back, having to refrain from squeezing you too hard.

Yet somehow the hug was even more intimate than the kiss had been, something heavy and fierce lingering behind it, something unsaid passing between where your bodies were intertwined with one another so that neither of you could quite bring yourselves to pull away. Your scent engulfed him completely, your warmth so welcoming so that Eddie came to realise that he had not hugged anyone like this in a very long time.

And Eddie thought that this must have been why.

All of the loneliness and the rejection and the pain that his life had borne so far had all been worth it if it meant that this was what was waiting for him at the end of it.

You.

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- Waterloo by Abba

- A Matter of Trust by Billy Joel

- Eddie, My Love by the Chordettes

- Lonely No More by Rob Thomas

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[robynlilyblack]

I should breathe a little bit softer - Send me an AU along with a character and I'll write a lil blurb (royal au, soulmate, muggle, band etc)

Maybe Sirius Black x Reader as roommates in a muggle au?

Who we spying on?

Sirius Black x gn! reader

Muggle AU

Summary: Sirius finds his roommate in a funny position

Warnings: swearing, roommates that are a little bit in love with one another, mentions of food and eating

A/n: 0.6k words, kinda collage/modern au too since studies are mentioned, this is based off of something I actually have done, thank you for the request, enjoy x

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Sirius leant backwards, his back pressed into the chair as he stretched. He had been writing this essay for what felt like years, he had gotten up around eight this morning in order to get finished before the deadline at midnight…well 23:59

He laughed as he heard his stomach rumble, he’d been living off of snacks and coffee most of the day, so he really needed something more substantial. He wondered if you had eaten yet, he had time to make you both something before batting his eyelashes in order to convince you to proof read his work

He headed out of his room, still in his checked bottoms and vest, hair up in a messy bun and secured with a spare chopstick. He was about to head across the hall to your room when he glanced at the front door, finding you kneeling on the ground and peeking through the keyhole.

He smirks at the scene, moving silently to kneel next to you “Who we spying on?” he asks, chuckling at your little jump

“No one” you shake your head, panting gently at the fright as you tried not to admire how good he looked for too look

He noticed however, and it made his heart warm. You and he had been paired together an accident in the lease, neither of you realsing it was a shared flat...really you both should have known by how cheap it was. After little debate you both decided to just live together instead of going through the hassle of fixing the mistake.

It worked out well, you and he had a natural connection, and his feeling soon developed past that of roommates. Hedidn’t want to ruin anything by pushing you so he just decided if it happened it happened

“Really? Not even Mr no shirt across the hall?” he teases

Both of you used to have a crush on the boy, he was very attractive, but sadly his personality wasn’t as pretty. Still, Sirius loved to tease you after he had been getting his mail shirtless one day and you slipped down the stairs...and to the end of your days you'll swear it was mere coincidence

“No” you whine shoving him as you stand up “I’m waiting on food…don’t worry I got you some too”  

“You’re an angel” he grins, arm wrapping around you as he kisses your temple “But that doesn’t explain why we are sitting on the floor and looking out of the keyhole”

You subconsciously lean into his touch “Well…we don’t have a peep hole after the hockey incident and the delivery people never knock, so I can spot them coming from the stairs by looking though here” you explain turning to look at him and accidently brush your nose with his as you do

“Sorry” you let out a nervous giggle moving backwards

He just smiles, you did a lot of weirdly adorable things; he’d heard you talked to yourself whilst cooking or cleaning, he’d find you randomly laying on the floor with your eyes closed, listening to music, and once he came back from a weekend away to find you had rearranged the kitchen just make a reading nook by the window

“Never be sorry” he squeezes your shoulder before leaning forward just a little, testing the waters and when you don’t pull back he moves closer, letting your noses brush then your lips…

Knock

Knock

Knock

You both jolted at the sudden noise and scrambled to your feet, yourself a little flustered by your almost kiss while Sirius could have laughed at his luck

“You go get the cutlery and plates, I’ll open the door” he tells you with a smile and as he watches you quickly walk off he sighs before getting ready to open the door “One time they fuckin knock” 

Thank you for reading 💛

[journalofimprobablethings]

Somewhere Else Coffee Shop AU snippets, part 3 (aka I'm still actively writing this and keep finishing bits I want to share):

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It's been just over two months since Jon came in. Your heart still clenches when you see a customer come in with long salt and pepper hair or a jean jacket, but otherwise, you've nearly managed to stop thinking about them at all. Even if you hadn't, you would have had very little brain to think about them today. It's the lunch rush, and the weather outside is abysmal, a stinging rain that is whipped about by the wind so it patters hard against the windows. The manager has compensated by cranking the heating, with the result that it is absolutely sweltering inside. Everyone in line is impatient and wet and grumpy, and you in turn are sweating through your jumper, focusing all your mental energy on getting the orders in right and not snapping at the more entitled customers who think if they berate you the register will somehow work faster.

You are focused enough that you're not paying attention to the line beyond the person in front of you, so this time it's your turn to start in surprise and delight when you look up to the next person and discover it's Jon.

Their hair is up in a bun this time, a little damp and frizzy from the rain, and a couple strands coming loose on either side of their face. They're wearing the same jacket, this time over a T-shirt for a band or maybe a podcast—something you don't recognize. 

You can't help smiling when you see them.

"Oh, hello!"

They don't startle like last time—they don't even seem surprised to see you at the register again. They smile a little, and their smile still has that sadness to it, but it's different now. Maybe a little resigned, or rueful.

"Hello," they say softly.

"Earl grey tea, wasn't it? With milk and honey?" 

They glance up at you in surprise. "Oh, um, yes, that's–you remembered?"

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks—it's only now you realize it might be a bit strange that you remembered their order after only one interaction.

"Well, yeah. I-I've got a good memory for—for orders. And–um—and that."

This is not fully a lie; you are fairly good at remembering what people like. But it usually takes you more than one time to get it right. 

From the moment you saw them, there was very little danger of you forgetting Jon.

When you make Jon's drink, you hesitate for a moment before adding milk and honey the same as before. They seemed to like it last time, and there is something satisfying about preparing the cup to their liking, rather than just handing it to them with the bag still in it.

They take the cup from you with both hands and that same soft smile. It feels like an achievement, somehow, getting that smile from them, and it fills you with a sort of fizzy warmth.

They open their mouth to thank you, and then they stop, staring at their name where you've written it on the side of the cup. You realize you hadn't asked them for their name, this time, and you wonder if maybe they find it strange that you remembered their name as well as their order. Or maybe you spelled it wrong—you hadn't even thought to ask.

"Did I get it wrong? I know most people spell it with the 'h', but for some reason I thought—"

"No, no," they say. "You got it right. Most—most people don't."

"Oh, good." 

Before you can say anything else, they say, "Well, um, thank you," and nod awkwardly before making a beeline for the door.

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Martin,

I went back.

I'm sure you're very surprised.

I tried to stay away, I really did. For weeks I avoided that part of town completely (easy enough, really, as it's mostly overpriced coffee shops and oddly specific boutiques). I did my best to keep myself busy.

But I couldn't stop thinking about the way you made my tea.

I know it probably doesn't mean anything. I know it's foolish to hope. But you looked as startled as I was at what you had done, and I couldn't help wondering if maybe, if I just went back…

Of course, it wasn't that simple. There wasn't a magic moment where you looked me in the eye and suddenly everything came back.

But you remembered me.

Not fully, not in the way I'd hoped, but—you remembered I'd been there before. You remembered my order.

You remembered my name.

Hope is such a dangerous thing, Martin. Despair feels safer, because if you have already given up then you know you can never be disappointed. With hope, there is always something left to lose. With hope, there also always comes fear.

I've told myself not to expect anything, not to hope for too much, because I'm so afraid of what will happen if that hope proves false.

But I can't help it. You remembered my name, and I—

I can't help but hope.

I love you. Thank you for the tea.

Jon

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Part 1 | Part 2

[missjessefantastico]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Starting a new thread bc the original was getting long

Thanks so much for the tag to the bestie @reallyreal-madeingold

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 5

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 54,497, going to get way longer once i finish and post paper dolls, which i'm still working on but yet...

3. What fandoms do you write for? i have only been writing for btvs these days, i once wrote a sanders sides fic i never got around to writing the sequel for bc i went thorugh a years long period of burnout

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? this is... basically just a list of my ao3 fics lmao

Shelter - sanders sides. it's a human au where roman is trans an tbh i don't really remember the plot, sorry lol. it has light analogical tho

Paper stars, empty caskets - btvs. it's the start of my vamp willow origin story and it's the most canon compliant part of the series

Paper cloud, open windows - btvs. second part of paper stars and uh... remember those kids that got possesed by hyenas? this is about the blonde girl and vamp willow kissing (kinda)

Paper butterflies, something amiss - btvs. third part of the vamp willow origin story, it deals with some flashbacks about jesse willow and xander, but also about some of the things we didn't get to see vamp willow do in part 2

it was an hp fic so here's a link to donate to help trans youth instead

5. Do you respond to comments? yes, i love them, i in fact eat them yum yum

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? paper butterflies for sure

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? it depends on what you want from happy, shelter has a hopeful ending, paper stars has a gory yet cathartic ending imo, paper clouds... well... it has a fade to black but i promise you they were very happy

8. Do you get hate on fics? i don't think so, the closest it ever got to it was when i was posting one of my original stories to a forum and someone gave me recommendations, but it was very constructive and polite

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? does it count if i never actually write it down? lmao

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? i don't think this counts as a crossover, but i used to write rpf for was used to be my favorite band and i would just... insert other famous people in it

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? i feel like i have but im not entirely sure. i remember a friend helped me with a chapter of an rpf fic so i just added her as a cowriter, then when i started to write another fic she just assumed she was a cowriter for that one too? i never finished either of those fics and they weren't on ao3 tho

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? to write? whatever fits the story i guess, but otherwise i just like almost any willow ship, she can do whoever she wants and i will support her

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? can't think of one, the ones i abandoned are better off abandoned and the other unfinished story i have is paper stars and i do intend to finish that one

16. What are your writing strengths? by virtue of "i just re-read a scene of paper clouds where heidi is spiralling and i liked it very much", im going to say that writing spiralls is my strength

17. What are your writing weaknesses? dialog, idk how to mix it with inner thoughts, working on it tho

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i like it, i havent done it in a long while but im not against it, i think it's cool

19. First fandom you wrote for? it's either that band i mentioned earlier, or phineas and ferb, except i never posted the pnf one and i did end up turning it into an original story (that i never finished)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? so far it's paper clouds, idk if paper dolls will surpass it, i'll have to wait and see bc my love is getting stronger

this is very long so these tags have even less pressure than usual: @haikyuupaladin @meddlelyn @juniperhillpatient @mrsmarymorstan @sinomin @siriwesen and anyone who wants to do it, tag you're it

[blackhiil]

BLACKHILL BAND AU: that’s the beauty of a secret (you know you’re supposed to keep it)

PART ONE

E! News: It’s no secret that Lesbian Fury and Russian Roulette are dominating the charts right now and currently fighting for the number one spot. Here’s everything we know about the two bands.

Lesbian Fury composed of Maria Hill, Maria Rambeau and Carol Danvers are signed to SHIELD Entertainment. The 3 women are very open in their sexualities as lesbians and many fans have spoken about how seeing the 3 in mainstream media has helped them be comfortable in themselves.

Carol Danvers (aka Captain Carol) and Maria Rambeau (aka Phonton Maria) have been in a relationship for 10 years. The two women — who were friends long before they were together —have been married for 7 years. The couple is often seen with their daughter Monica Rambeau-Danvers. Carol recently admitted in an interview that Still Into You was written as an anniversary present for her wife.

“It was a spur of the moment song. I had just been thinking of how we were nearing our 10 year anniversary and Maria never fails to give me butterflies, even now. So, I went to Maria [Hill] who helped me finish writing and producing.”

Speaking of Maria Hill, the lead singer, she told Vogue she is married to a mystery woman. Maria often speaks of her wife in interviews so this isn’t anything new; however she said the songs Strange Love and Trouble were written about her wife. We all hope one day we will see the woman who managed to capture the singers heart.

“Strange Love was written about my wife . There was a party we were at and people were wondering if we had hooked up in the bathroom and I don’t mean to be crass, but we totally did. So whoever bet on it, because I know they did, they always do, you’re gonna get your money. During this time, people were also constantly talking about my love life and calling my wife strange and weird and I was sick of it because it’s none of their business and she’s perfect how she is. Thus, Strange Love was created.”

Russian Roulette composed of sisters Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova, and Sokovian native Wanda Maximoff are signed to Avengers Inc. These 3 queer women (Natasha is a lesbian, Wanda is pansexual, and Yelena is an asexual lesbian) recently opened up in a Vanity Fair interview about how they became comfortable in their identities and fans loved it.

In this interview, fans found out more about Yelena and Wanda’s relationship. The two have been in a loving relationship for 5 years and recently got engaged. Yelena admitted that the song Everything I Wanted was especially written for Wanda as an engagement gift.

“I had this recurring this dream — it was a nightmare really— that Wanda would one day leave me. Her leaving was a thought that was always in the back of my head, especially after I came out as asexual. However, the reality was completely different. Wanda was so accepting of it and even did research to get a better understanding of what asexuality was and how to navigate our relationship. I just wanted to show her my love and appreciation toward her, so I put it in a song.”

Onto the redhead Lead Singer Natasha (or Natalia as Yelena calls her). Natasha admitted that she’s been married for since 2013 to a mystery woman. When asked about her wife, Natasha just said her wife loves her very much and she’s always happy around her. She even opened up about Cinnamon Girl, a song Natasha previously refused to open up about in many interviews.

“Cinnamon Girl is actually a song my wife and I wrote together. We had been together about 5 months and I was still healing from a very bad relationship that I had 2 years prior. At the time, she didn’t know many details of that relationship, just how it affected me, but she was so patient and loving and it was new to me. I didn’t know how to express my feelings, so I wrote them in a song which she heard me playing. I opened up to her that night and a few days later, she helped me finish it.”

Fans of LF and RR have suspected that Maria [Hill] and Natasha are each other’s secret wives because of the secrecy of their relationships. However, the two women have never even interacted online, so we may never know if they’re together or not.

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Lesbian Fury Tracklist: Strange Love; Halsey The Shining; The Neighborhood Still Into You; Paramore Trouble; Twin Heat Waves; Glass Animals Make Up Your Mind; Florence + Machine Haunting; Halsey Don’t Blame Me; Taylor Swift Sweater Weather; The Neighborhood

Russian Roulette Tracklist: Coming Down; Halsey Sober II (Melodrama); Lorde Everything I Wanted; Billie Eilish Cinnamon Girl; Lana Del Rey Flaming Hot Cheetos; Clairo Love in the Dark; Adele Sorry; Halsey Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince; Taylor Swift Supercut; Lorde ————————————————————————

Very excited for this series, mainly because it is apart of my blackhill bingo, but also, this idea is so fun. It’s going to be a social media au but also have little stories. Wanda x Yelena is a ship I really enjoy, therefore they’ll be together. If you have anything to say about that, well don’t! cause this is my page and I can write whatever I want. That being said, I really hope you guys have fun with this <3

This will have its own tag; TTBOAS so it’s easier for you guys to find it.

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20 questions for fic writers

I got tagged by @nocompromise-noregrets to answer questions about my fic, yay! Thank you, friend!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

49

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

610,514

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now just OFMD.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Heart Asks Pleasure First (Captain America (Movies)), 886 Kudos

Leggy Blonde, you got it goin' on (Our Flag Means Death (TV)), 640 Kudos

If my Heart was a House (Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling), 612 Kudos

Uphill Both Ways in 5 Feet of Snow (Captain America (Movies)), 510 Kudos

Morning, Moon and Knight (Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling), 401 Kudos

…To be clear, this doesn’t really say anything useful. The CA fics have been accumulating kudos for almost 10 years and the HP fics for just about as long (and they were originally published to LJ and only moved to AO3 later), while Leggy Blonde has been up for less than 2 years. So ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ make of that what you will.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, always. It may take me a bit, but look, if someone takes time to comment on my work I feel compelled to at least say thank you. The joy is in the moment of interaction, not in the hoarding of praise.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably The Fall of the House of Black. If you read the epilogue, that is.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most if not all of my fics end happily and there’s a bunch that are mostly fun and fluff. But only Heartwood ends with a wedding. 😛

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. I got one (1) terfy comment and one that was a bit douchey once, but I don’t think I have the reach to attract actual hate. Or I’ve gotten lucky so far, idk.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

For a long time I didn’t because I didn’t enjoy writing it. I’ve come to be a little more open to experimenting with it in recent years, occasionally challenged myself to lean into it a bit more, and I guess it feels like less of a bother now even if it’s still not my forte. So some of my stuff is either more softcore, or just completely smut-free.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No. I only enjoy crossover scenarios when they happen spontaneously when chatting with friends in an unhinged “yes, and” arms race towards the most ludicrous possible outcome. I have no interest in crossover fanfic, neither reading nor writing it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. But back in the 2000s I translated my first couple of fanfics that I wrote in a German speaking forum into English when I moved to a different space within the same fandom.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

@greaseonmymouth and I collaborated on a fanwork for a now extinct fandom in… 2009 or so? It was a true marvel, a thing of beauty, a magnificent stroke of genius. It is no longer associated with either of our names. But part of me still thinks I peaked there.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Johnsquared. Quite possibly.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Unghhh the epic Cjizzy metal band AU. The epic eat pray love Johnsquared. I want to finish them so badly. I really do. But maybe I love them both too hard.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’m really good and efficient at setups, outlines, and occasionally very funny with dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing sincere endings that I don’t hate.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Idk man. Look. It depends. What are you trying to do here? Does a character canonically codeswitch? Fair. But do you speak the language in question or is it just gonna be basic tourist speak? Do you just wanna flex that you know languages that your readers might have to look up? Are you smug that you used google translate? Are you using other languages consistently throughout the fic in all instances, or are you just marking out one character as the non-native speaker? For a bit of ~local/ethnic flavour?

What I’m saying is “it’s complicated.”

Also. Eh. Idk. I wouldn’t do it in my own fic. I have seen some godawful incorrect German in fanfic that clearly came from google translate and that no native speaker would ever utter and I always wonder what the purpose of that is supposed to be. At times it’s jarring my incompatible within a limited narrator’s perspective. Obviously everyone can do whatever the hell they want in their own fic. I just don’t get the why of it most of the time I see it and I wonder if the writer ever bothered to ask themselves “why am I doing this?”

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Officially, on the internet? [redacted]

Before I knew fanfic on the internet was a thing? Star Wars

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh man, I can’t choose. Funnily, none of my top 5 kudosed fics would make the shortlist. But 5 that I’m very very fond of and that I really enjoyed the writing process of are:

Won from the void and formless infinite (Taboo, Godfrey/Cholmondeley M/F) 40 Kudos

The doubts that have surrounded me (OFMD, cjizzy F/F) 65 Kudos

Only by the Grace of the Sea (OFMD, Ed/Stede M/M) 270 Kudos

You, who stole my solitude (WWDITS, Vianton M/M) 155 Kudos

Something Brewing in the Discourses (JSAMN, Gatcombe/Tantony M/M) 10 Kudos

(Adding a kudos count to re-emphasise the point that they are a terrible metric for judging or comparing anything.)

I’m tagging… uhhh @greaseonmymouth @pudentilla @thebeautifulsoup and @emmyllou if you should happen to be in the mood.