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Use Me Up | boyfriend's best friend!h

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Summary: Harry's your boyfriend's best friend and he's very hard to resist.

Word Count: 7,072

Warning: smut, cheating, lying, alcohol consumption

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Look at him. Dark curls, soft green eyes, broad shoulders. All fit and tattooed with that dirty smirk aimed in your direction. It’d been like that all night. When no one was looking his eyes were on you.

Harry Styles. The object of desire for so many women. But the problem for you was that he was your boyfriend’s best friend. You should have been off-limits. He shouldn’t have even been taking part in your daydreams.

You rolled your eyes at him as Colin knocked his beer over.

Everyone had a couple too many drinks at that point. Your boyfriend, the worst off.

“Here,” you leaned down and righted the spilled can to halt the beer from pouring out.

Colin fell back into the couch and laughed as you got up to take the nearly empty can to the trash.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that!”

“I actually think it’s time for a little water,” you countered.

Walking into the kitchen you took a breath and grabbed two cups for water. You needed some as well. You’d been hitting the strawberry lime seltzers kind of hard since you arrived at Ivy’s and you were feeling the alcohol.

“Need help?”

You turned to look over your shoulder as you shut off the faucet.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle this,” you laughed as you raised your hands, a cup of water in each.

Harry reached into the fridge to grab himself another beer, “All right. Was just being nice. You done drinking for the night?”

“Probably. Colin is for sure done. Gonna have to carry him home I think.”

“I’ll help you. I can tell he’s well past his limit. There’s no way you’re going to have an easy go of it with him. He’s like Gumby when he gets drunk.”

You laughed and Harry licked his lips as he watched you. You hated (but you loved it) when he licked his lips while he was looking at you. It elicited memories of the not-so-long-ago past.

. .

You arrived at Colin’s a little early but you knew Harry’d be there and he’d let you in until Colin showed up.

He got you a soda from the fridge and you both went into the living room where he showed you their new record player.

“It’s got great sound and check this out,” he pulled out an album and placed it over the turntable showing you how the tone arm lowered automatically and cycled the vinyl around to the perfect spot to begin at the first song.

“Oh, that’s cool!” You watched as he clicked a button and sound started playing through the speakers. It was an old popular 70s rock song, “The sound quality really is good.”

He snapped his fingers and began to move his hips as he grinned at you so you placed your soda down and mimicked him, swaying and laughing as you snapped your fingers.

Behind Harry’s grin, you saw something else. The way he licked his lips, his eyes traveled over your curves, and he slunk in closer as he moved to the music- it held some kind of intensity that you weren’t sure how to work out. One thing was for sure; Harry was a flirt and your boyfriend was not home.

“You’re cute,” Harry said it so flippantly as he jutted his chin up and kept his eyes on yours.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Yeah right…”

But he did this thing that had you feeling a slurry of scorching lava under your fingertips as he bit into his bottom lip with his eyelids drooped gently, pupils winding over your hips while you continued to move and he pulled your hand into his, redirecting your flow until you were practically dancing in his arms.

“You know you’re cute. What are you doing dating Colin anyway?”

His hand wound over your hip as he kept his eyes on yours.

“I…” you laughed and shook your head. You weren’t sure what he was doing but it had you reeling. His heavy presence and deep voice, the music lulling you into surrender, his pretty bright eyes, that evil grin… It definitely wasn’t the first time he’d flirted with you in private.

“You’re too good for him, Y/n,” he spoke smoothly, his face nearing yours and his voice dripping with lusty deception.

“I doubt that, Harry,” you spoke just above a whisper as he slithered around you until his hands were holding your hips and your back was against his chest. You knew it was wrong. You knew you should have stopped but you didn’t want to.

And when you felt his breath on the back of your ear and he pressed his hips against your bum you softly gasped but made no move to stop him. He was too close and his lips were practically brushing against the shell of your ear as he kept swaying you in step with his movements, hips glued to your backside, and then he moaned. The sound vibrating off your neck and making goosebumps rise up on your skin.

You closed your eyes and settled your hands over his when he let out another graveled moan into your ear, “You like this don’t you? Need more attention from Colin than he can give you…”

It was true. You were a bit needy while Colin was a bit cold, aloof. But it’d always been that way with you two and you’d settled and gotten used to the way he was. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t miss attention. And Harry was suddenly filling in the small gaps left behind from Colin’s apathy.

But the moment you heard the keys in the door, Harry moved away from you just as deftly as he’d pulled you against his chest and acted like nothing had happened. 

. .

You forced Colin to drink his whole cup of water and by the time he’d finished he was already half asleep. It was time to go and Harry accompanied you.

“You don’t have to help,” you said as the three of you climbed into the back of a taxi together.

“Look at him, Y/n. What makes you think he’s gonna be able to walk to the door on his own? You certainly can’t carry him. Besides, I live at the same house and it was time for me to go as well. Saves us money anyway, yeah?”

You nodded. He had a point you supposed.

You were smushed between Harry and Colin in the backseat. Colin was like a limp noodle against you while Harry was warm and solid and somehow he took up so much more space than you imagined he would.

“You’re gonna stay over, right?” Harry looked down at you.

“I figured I would, yeah. It’s not a problem?”

Harry chuckled and looked out his window before putting his big palm over his thigh, knocking against your knee, “Of course it’s not a problem. I love it when you’re over.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off his pinky finger which was nudged against your jeans. You weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or if it was just because the space was so tight but you certainly didn’t mind it. Looking over at your boyfriend his mouth was dropped open and his eyes were closed. Out cold.

“He’s not waking up for the rest of the night,” Harry spoke quietly, his lips aimed toward your ear.

You gulped when Harry shifted the slightest, pressing his side into yours, and began moving his hand over his jeans-clad thigh, his pinky brushing over your own jeans-clad thigh.

When you arrived at the house, Harry pulled Colin out of the backseat and lifted him into his arms bridal style. You laughed at the sight and followed the men toward the door.

“Keys are in my front left pocket,” Harry said as he jutted his hips out and looked at you with a smirk.

You sighed and slid your fingers into his pocket, which was a bit tight, but you pushed in until you felt the metal and looped your finger into one of the key rings to pull at it.

Harry sucked in a breath through his teeth, “There you go, Y/n. Just like that.” Harry said it as if you were doing something naughty to him.

Unlocking the door you stepped in and held it open for Harry, who walked past you and took his best friend to his bed, laying his head on the pillow and then removed his boots. You watched from the doorway of Colin’s room as Harry took care of him, light shining into his room from the hallway.

Harry grunted when he pulled the last boot off and then got up to leave the room, closing the door behind himself.

You pointed toward the doorknob, “I’m probably just gonna call it a night actually.”

Harry pressed his lips together, hiding the grin that was trying to take over his features, “Nahh… stay up a little longer with me. Don’t go to bed yet.”

It was a terrible idea. You weren’t being forced to follow him away from Colin’s room. You weren’t being manipulated or deceived. You were curious, though. Wondered what might happen if given the chance.

You both had a bottle of water as you sat on the stool near the record player and Harry sat on the couch across from you, his legs spread apart.

“Why you all the way over there?” He licked his goddamn lips again as he looked at you with what could only be described as bedroom eyes; that half-lidded, sultry gaze.

 “I don’t know. I just sat here is all,” you shrugged and capped your water bottle before placing it on the floor by your feet.

“You got work tomorrow?” He asked as he crossed an ankle over his knee before his ring-clad fingers ran up and down his thick thighs.

“No. I don’t work Sundays. What about you?” You already knew the answer.

“Nope. Means we can stay up as late as we want. Colin won’t wake up til afternoon anyway. When he gets like this he’s a log.”

You laughed and nodded, “Yeah. I’ve seen him like this a few times. You’re right.”

“Why don’t you put a record on,” he gestured toward the turn table next to you.

You squatted down to go through the records, tracing your fingers over the dust jackets until you found one that had a mix of popular 70s songs, “You guys have a lot of 70s music.”

Harry crouched down next to you to see which album you were looking at, “S’cause these are all used and plus 70s music is pretty good, yeah?” He grinned at you, taking the record from your hands and stood up, “Want this one?”

You nodded and watched him put the vinyl on the record player and then hit the button for the music to begin. The song that started to play sounded like something instrumental at first but then you heard the first line Got a black magic woman…

Harry turned to look down at you and began bobbing his head and rolling his shoulders, moving to the music. You laughed at him. He was being a little goofy with his movements but the dimpled grin on his face was evidence that he was trying to make you laugh. You swung your arms then raised them over your head and spun around with your hips swaying.

You and Harry kept moving to the song and then he was behind you, singing the words to the song when you felt him moving in step with you, “She’s tryin’ to make a devil out of me… Don’t turn your back on me baby…”

You laughed as he sang just loud enough for you to hear his raspy voice in your ear.

“Is my singing funny to you,” you felt his hand on your arm, nudging you back toward him.

You turned to look back at him over your shoulder, “You’re just funny, Harry. You’re being goofy.”

“Oh yeah? You think I’m goofy?” He held your arm as he pressed his chest into your back and continued singing, “Stop messin’ ‘round with your tricks…Don’t turn your back on me, baby… You just might pick up my magic sticks…”

You moved with the music and couldn’t help the cheesy grin on your face as he brought a hand down to your hip while his other stayed wrapped around your upper arm.

He sang his breathy words into your ear and it made your skin to heat but the way he was holding you against his body had your resolve crumbling. Not that you had much resolve to begin with.

“Yes, you got your spell on me, baby… Turnin’ my heart into stone… I need you so bad magic woman, I can’t leave you alone…”

You moaned, the top row of your teeth jammed into your bottom lips and he squeezed at your hip as his lips grazed against your ear.

You knew this would happen. When you were looking through the albums you wondered if he’d get up and dance with you. If he’d pull you into his arms and seduce you like he nearly did that time before. Or any of the other times he flirted with you or touched your skin, or whispered compliments into your ear when Colin wasn’t paying attention. There was only so much a girl could take when a man like Harry was coming on to her.

And who would ever know?

You raised your arms and drew your hands to the back of his neck as he continued swaying you in his arms, his crotch glued to your bum and you felt every bit of him pressed into you. His hot exhale on your neck was damp on your skin just before his pink lips found your flesh.

It sent a crackle of electricity through your spine as he began to kiss your soft skin slowly and when the song changed you found yourself being turned in his arms, all blurry and hot and thirsting when you felt his mouth smeared against yours.

He cradled the back of your head as his lips pressed plush kisses to your mouth and then his tongue slid over yours.

You’d stopped moving altogether and instead just stood next to the record player as the music played and you made out with Harry. If Colin walked in you didn’t know if you’d be able to even stop then. Harry’s lips and his tongue and his hands were rewiring your brain chemistry and all you wanted was him.

A cracked moan fell from your chest as Harry pulled away, his eyes locked on yours as he tugged at you, moving you toward his bedroom.

The Bill Withers song was still playing in the background as you were led to his room.

I want to spread the news… That if it feels this good getting used… Oh, you just keep on using me… Until you use me up…

He shut his door and the sound of the song was muffled but when he put his hands on your hips and his soft lips found yours you grabbed his t-shirt and pulled at him until you were both on his bed, limbs tangled and mouths wound together.

He rolled to his back and pulled you over his legs so you were straddling his thighs on top of him as you kept kissing and groaning into his mouth.

You could feel how hard he was in his jeans as you rolled your pelvis gently down and he hissed, “Keep doing that and I’m not gonna be able to stop, Y/n.”

You laughed into his mouth and pulled away to look down at him, “What are we doing, Harry?”

He let out a breathy chuckle as he kept a hold of your hips, “We’re doing something very bad is what we’re doing.”

Biting your lip you looked at his kiss-swollen mouth and back into his eyes, “We shouldn’t though, right? This is bad.”

He licked his lips, “We shouldn’t. But who’s gonna stop us?” His big hands moved down to your thighs. “What if it’s just our little secret? No one has to know.”

You dropped your lips back down over his in an unspoken agreement. No one ever had to know. It’d be your dirty little secret. A naughty indulgence to never be spoken of again.

When you felt his fingers smooth up to the bottom hem of your shirt you felt him tugging it upward. Halting the movement of your mouth against his you sat up and shucked it from your torso. His hands immediately found your tits as you unhooked the back of your bra and the moment your nipples were bare to him he sat up, one arm winding around your low back as his hand cupped your fleshy breast and he ducked to pull it into his mouth.

Wet saliva coated each of your tits as Harry wove his mouth back and forth on your skin and your nipples. You slid your fingers into his hair and moaned as he leaned you back further until your back was on his mattress and he was hovering over you, undoing your jeans button.

You looked up at him and pulled at his t-shirt. You wanted to see more of him. You’d seen his bare chest before. You’d seen him in just running shorts a few times. The man was ungodly. Tattoos, chiseled pecs, and soft abs with masculine hair scattered over his chest. Strong arms that could crush and thighs that allowed him the sort of endurance you were sure would come in handy that very night. He was broad and dense, heavy and sexy as fuck.

When his skin was on view you ran your hands over his shoulders and down to his pecs as he began to undo his own jeans. You quickly pushed your fingers into your waistband and yanked your jeans down your legs until you were just left in stretchy red boyshorts.

Harry groaned and kicked his jeans off and then crawled back over you, carefully fitting himself between your thighs and laying his hips against yours, his hard cock, hidden by the thin layer of his boxers, rested over your pussy as he slowly rocked himself down. You lifted your hips upward to feel his girth and the heat of him between your legs.

Dry humping. You hadn’t done it since your first year of college. Guys tended to go right for getting naked and getting something wet as soon as possible.

Though, technically Harry was getting something wet. Between his tongue on your lips and your pussy secreting arousal with every nudge of his dick against your clit there was nothing dry about dry humping in that moment. Even his boxers were getting wet the longer you two went at it.

He began to move himself down your body, taking more time to lavish your breasts with his tongue and his lips before he licked into your belly button triggering a giggle to bubble out of your mouth. He placed his hands on your hips and dug his fingers under the elastic band at the top of your underwear and began to pull at them, to which you lifted your hips so he could tug them off.

Smoothing his big palms up the outside of your thighs to your hips he kept his eyes on the glistening space between your legs and puffed out a breath, “This is all mine tonight?” He looked up at you and it was dripping hedonistic lust as his thumbs slid down over the soft flesh of your pelvis.

You nodded and breathed out a yes before he slowly poked his tongue out to lick his lips and lowered his mouth to the space next to his thumb, a warm kiss smushed into your skin before it sliced a damp path inward to your mons. You were spinning and blubbering under him as he gripped onto the underside of your thigh and held you apart.

Your body was trembling before he even laid his tongue over your pussy but when he finally pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to your clit you could have just perished right then. You balled up the blanket under you in your fists as he began to run his tongue up and down your wet pussy.

You sputtered out a string of curses and rolled your hips up when he slid his fingers over your entrance and prodded in.

“Mmm…” he lifted his face to look up at you, “Y/n… you’re so wet for me. Gonna need to sneak tastes of your pussy anytime Colin isn’t around.”

You couldn’t respond other than to moan his name and thread your fingers into his hair when he reattached his lips.

There was something about the way Harry did it, the way he licked at your pussy and kissed your clit, the way he drove his fingers into your cunt and moaned over you that was so sultry and hungry… it was like he needed it, like he was desperate for it. For you.

The house was quiet. It was lucky Colin slept like the dead when he got drunk like that or you’d have to worry about him hearing. But as it was, Harry’s bedroom was filled with the sound of something lewd and wet and achy. Moans coming from you and from him, your pussy getting worked by his fingers and his mouth, the shift of bodies over blankets and the subtle creaking of his bed as he dug into your pussy with more fervor.

 And you really tried not thinking about the way Colin did it versus how Harry was doing it but you were amazed at what a little enthusiasm could feel like. Colin ate you out, sure, but it wasn’t like this. It wasn’t a man with a primal need to make you feel good and stake some kind of claim on you. Colin’s method was more like a means to an end. A way to get you nice and wet so he could stick his dick inside of you.

Harry’s method was an animalistic craving. He wasn’t eating you out nicely with a soft tongue and a few slurps. No. This was something else. He was devouring you. Sloppy and sopping. He dragged his tongue over you like it was his fucking job. The one arm he had wrapped around you, was anchoring you to his mouth. You couldn’t escape him if you wanted. This man wasn’t taking it easy. When he lifted you slightly, he scooted in closer and removed his fingers from your pussy and licked up the wet spots on your inner thighs and down your bum before he spread you back open with two of his fingers again and got back to ravaging your clit.

You had to release his hair and go back to gripping the blankets as you felt your body wash away into the atmosphere, floating and buzzing and melting as you lay helpless under his weight and his tongue.

You were certain it was going to be a mess when he was done with you. There wasn’t anything dry between your legs nor on his face. The heat and the moisture rose until there was nothing left for you to do but come. And come and come…

He had his fingers pressed into your front wall massaging your g-spot as he sucked and drew your clit into his mouth. You couldn’t stop shaking or crying for what felt like minutes upon minutes.

But then it was too much and you squeaked a laugh as you tried lifting and pulling away but when you pushed at his forehead he swatted you away and grunted, not letting up on the doggish way he was eating you.

“Oh my god! Fuck, Harry!” You bellowed into his room and tried closing your legs and moving to roll to your side but he had you pinned down and it seemed only to egg him on. His eyes flitted up to yours and in warning to keep still, not that you had much choice. He wasn’t budging nor letting you pull away from his mouth as he continued fucking you with those long fingers and lapping all around your hot, pulsing clit.

But then you saw the slight smirk as he lifted for air before he dove down again and slid his tongue quickly over your clit and the sensitive, too-much feeling turned into a liquid ache and then desire as you felt you second orgasm begin to prick and burst until it was forced out of you like a torture method. Come or else…

So you came again. Not against your will but not by your own accord. It was automatic. You couldn’t stop it from happening.

You were drifting into the ether when he finally, fucking finally, pulled his mouth and his fingers away. When you opened your eyes he was smirking down at you, like he was proud of the state he’d left you in.

“What?” You croaked out as your chest heaved violently.

“I’m serious. Gonna need to do that to you as often as possible. Whenever Colin’s not looking. Damn you’re hot, Y/n. Fuck…” he ran his hands over your sides and up your torso to your nipples where he circled over them with his thumbs, “Wish I’d gotten to you first.”

You pushed yourself to sit up, “You… he’s your best friend, though. I mean… I just think…” you huffed, not fully having your wits about you after what he’d just done to you, “God… I wouldn’t be able to say no, but this is bad, Harry. Don’t you think this should be a one-time thing? Like, we should never do this again, right?”

You watched him lick his lips and swallow and that’s when you noticed he had your arousal down his neck. The guy had gone in so intensely on your pussy that you dripped down his neck. You supposed he had reason to be proud.

“We’ll see, won’t we? I’m not a great friend, I’ll admit. But you’re not a great girlfriend either are you? Doing this behind his back the way we are… it’s bad, but fuck if I don’t want to steal you away from him.”

You puffed a laugh through your nose and ran a hand over your face. You couldn’t believe you were cheating in the first place. It was insane. You weren’t a cheater.

But actually… you were a cheater. You were lying in your boyfriend’s best friend’s bed completely naked and freshly zonked from two orgasms. You were absolutely a cheater.

Harry pulled at your thigh, dragging you closer to him and he cradled the back of your head with his hand and kissed you so deeply you nearly forgot Colin’s name for a moment. You could feel his erection, stiff and hot against your inner thigh and you were compelled to run your hand over his boxers to grip him and feel it in your hand.

You gasped into his mouth and parted from the kiss to look down at the monster you were holding in your palm. Looking back up at Harry with your lips parted in lust you were suddenly hyper-aware that the man you were in bed with was going to fuck you with that thing and if he was as good with his cock as he was with his mouth… you were surely doomed.

“What is it?” He asked you with hooded eyes and a syrupy, deep, lusty voice. He knew what it was. The man was more than aware of the kind of advantage he had in that area.

You squeezed around him let your palm travel up the length of it over his boxers and pressed over his tip, “Let me see it.”

He grinned at you silently as he pulled at his boxers and brought them down, his thick shaft lobbing out, heavy and stiff. You let out a moan and moved back, getting to your knees and holding him at the root against his pubic hair before tonguing over him and drawing your saliva down the length of him.

Harry hissed as he leaned back, palms flat against his mattress as he watched you suck on him for a moment, lips working over his tip and wetting him with your spit. You moaned again and pulled off of him, “God, Harry. Fuck…”

He held the back of your head as you dipped down again and took him in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him and gorging on the taste and feel of him. It was smooth and hot against your tongue. He was wide, bulbous. But you couldn’t help the way just the look and feel of his cock had your already weeping pussy flutter and clench at the thought of him driving into you with it.

“You like that, don’t you? God, you’re supposed to mine, Y/n. Oh fuck that feels good…”

Your insides were feeling too hollow, your walls straining together to feel something that would take up the empty space. You popped off of his tip, saliva dripping down your chin, “Fuck me. Please.”

Harry tilted his head to the side, “Already? You don’t need a minute to recover? You that greedy, baby?”

“I am right now,” you pulled at his boxers to get rid of them. Harry put his hands into the band of his underwear and took them off completely.

“Just right now? So tomorrow we’ll go back to normal then,” he crawled over you, making your back hit the mattress as his hand found your tit, “Pretend this never happened and never do it again, yeah?”

You panted and reached around his back to pull him down, “I don’t know…” you whined and bucked your hips up, “Just… right now is all I can think about. Please…”

“A bit cockdumb huh? You’re not thinking straight, are you?”

You scrunched your face and pouted, “What? Just fuck me, Harry!”

He grinned at you and shook his head in disbelief, “No condom then?”

You’d forgotten. You were always so good about using condoms and being the one on top of that decision with Colin. Only a few times did you ever let him fuck you without one and it was only when you were 100% sure it was not during your fertile window and he wasn’t allowed to come inside you anyway.

“Fuck…” you breathed out and whined as you raised your hips upward, pressing your wet pussy against his cock, “Just fuck me. I don’t even care right now. I’m gonna lose my mind…”

Harry grabbed your chin and his eyes pierced into you as he spoke, “Are you on birth control?”

You shook your head, “No. But… god…” you writhed under him.

Harry let out a burst of a laugh, still shaking his head, “Damn. Did I do this to you? Baby you’re gonna regret it if you let me fuck you raw. That’s asking for trouble.”

“Just… goddamnit…” you closed your eyes and groaned. You wanted him right then. You were sure you’d never acted like such a slut before but Harry’s body and his deep voice, his eyes, the way the front of his thighs were pressed into the back of yours… He could just slip right in and pound away and you’d feel all of him. Every ridge and wrinkle, hot velvet gliding through your gummy channel, drinking him in…

When you raised your hips again, your eyes on his he nudged himself down toward you, his cock sliding through your pussylips, slicking up and down and jabbing at your clit you clung to his back tight.

“You want it? Like this?” He placed his forearm down on the bed alongside your shoulder as he rocked down over you, his tip traveling over your pussy and getting drenched in your juice.

“Mmm… Harry… yes…”

He softly kissed your lips as he rutted up and slid back, “You’re gonna let me fuck you bare? In this bedroom right here, next to your boyfriend’s? You sure?”

You nodded, your nose bumping against his as you breathed out the word please.

He parted from the kiss and set his eyes on yours as he flexed his thighs and poked at your hole gently with his tip. He teased you for a bit, only gently pressing just the very tip of himself into you until suddenly and all once he forced his crown through your tight, pulsing muscle, opening you up and burying himself in until his balls were tucked against your ass.

You both let out a loud and pathetic mewl at the sensation and you could feel him shaking already. It was decadent and rude and sumptuous and unbearable. It was so wrong. So bad but so fucking delightful.

He began to slowly thrust as he kept his gaze pinned to yours, “Okay? Feel good?”

You moaned as you nodded and kept a tight grasp on his back, wrapping your legs around him so you could keep yourself grounded. So that you knew it was real. That Harry was actually fucking you with his big cock and you weren’t just dreaming it.

“Yeah? Feel all of me like this, don’t you? Needed me so bad and now you’ve got me, baby. Gonna give you my cock whenever you want it. Sneak around behind Colin’s back and keep it secret. He’ll never know. Could fuck you all night and all morning and he’ll wake up tomorrow with no idea of the filthy kind of girl you are.”

“Mmmm… fuck!” You whined as he plunged deep inside your guts. You’d never had anyone so thick and long before. And it was just a bonus that it was attached to a man like Harry. It shouldn’t have surprised you that someone with the kind of confidence he had would be so hung.

“Mmmm… fuck is right… that feels so fucking good. I had a feeling your pussy would be made for me,” he panted his words as he worked into you, thighs flexing against yours.

Your noises were uncontrollable. You had no ability to restrain yourself. You truly were intoxicated, incapacitated, obtunded. Delirious. Which Harry seemed to get a kick out of.

“You’ve never had it like this before, have you? I know what you had to deal with,” he gasped when you gripped tight around and dug your nails into his back, “Colin’s a lazy boyfriend. You need more attention and I can see that. Gonna give you all the attention you can handle if you want it, Y/n…”

Harry pulled back, making your legs fall from his back as he lowered his lips to your tits, curling himself over you as he continued fucking into you, sucking your nipples into his mouth and running his tongue over your sensitive nubs one at a time.

It was debauched gluttony. Harry was so much better in bed than Colin and it almost wasn’t fair. But you couldn’t even feel an ounce of guilt because it was the best thing you’d ever felt. Harry sucked your nipples hard as his cock wrecked your insides, running his hand along the outside of your soft breast and then to the other side, continuing the pace at which he rocked into you. His bed only creaked in time with his thrusts, slow and steady, but the sound of your sodden pussy taking his big cock was salacious and lewd.

Every stroke of his long dick through your pussy walls felt like damnation and salvation all at once. You weren’t sure you’d be the same after. Weren’t sure you wouldn’t be begging him for more every time Colin wasn’t watching. Harry had ruined you.

Harry’s gasps and pants against your tits grew more desperate and you could feel him throbbing inside of you, nudging deep into your tummy and slowly rearing back, his cock coated and sticky with you before plunging it all back inside of you again.

He steadied himself, lifting up to look down at you as he began to fuck into you a little harder, his bed bouncing a little more with the sound of skin slapping together and your punched moans filled the room.

Every time he buried himself in he ground his pelvis against your clit and it sent fireworks through your nervous system. You grabbed onto his thighs as he rutted into you, deep and desperate strokes that split you wide open and made you drool it felt so good. Harry’s chest was sweating as he held your hips down and circled his groin against you, his moans growing louder and whinier as he watched you slowly come undone.

“Give me another one, baby. Show me how good it feels when I fuck you. Better than it’s ever felt with anyone else…”

Harry had something to prove.

You could hardly think straight. The man was fucking out any logic or sense in your brain but you didn’t want to have rational thoughts that interrupted what was happening. You wanted Harry and his cock. You wanted to be fucked by him just like he was for all time. To hell with Colin and his sorry excuse for lovemaking. Harry was a real man with pleasure to give.

The breath was kicked from your lungs when the tight coil in your tummy began to unravel and the yummiest, most transcendent orgasm you’d ever experienced began to take over. The only thing you registered was Harry’s cock pounding into you and words of encouragement egging you on as the mattress squeaked violently under you. His words were unclear but you could hear the starved and whimpery moans falling from his mouth between words.

You trembled and quaked as you spasmed over him, the glide of his heavy cock through your guts squelched and ached as you gasped for air and finally began to discern what was happening when Harry frantically pulled his cock from your pussy and climbed over you, taking your face in his hand and dipped his pussy flavored dick into your lips where you felt him pumping warm, creamy come down your throat and onto your tongue. You grabbed onto his ass with both hands and pulled at him, beckoning him to stuff his whole fat cock into your esophagus.

The grunts and moans he let fall from his chest were the sexiest thing you’d ever heard from any man. Colin wasn’t vocal at all. When Colin came he’d pinch his face up like he was in pain or disgusted by the flavor of something and silently sigh with his mouth open.

But Harry… Harry wasn’t holding back. He was moaning as he thrust his cock into your mouth and slapped his hand on the headboard to steady himself, “Fuck…”

When you’d siphoned every drop from him, he gently pulled his meaty cock from your mouth and you coughed, gasping for air. Harry laid himself on the bed next to you and cupped your cheek, “You all right,” he panted.

You moaned and wiped the back of your hand over your mouth and rolled to face him, “Yeah I’m all right. Better than all right I’d say.”

Harry laughed, moving his hand from your face and fondled your breast in his palm, smushing at it and thumbing over your nipple, “You down to keep doing this with me?”

You sighed and ran your tongue along the inside of your cheek as you placed your palm on his chest, “I’m pretty sure I’ll be craving that from now on.”

He grinned, “Be craving what?”

“You. The way you do it. I…” you laughed, “I’ve never come three times in a row like that for any man.”

“So you want me to give you lots of cummies?” He snorted a laugh, “Need me to take care of you when Colin can’t.”

“When you say it like that… god it sounds so bad doesn’t it?”

“It is bad, Y/n. We are two very bad people who just did something very awful to someone. But I certainly don’t want to stop.”

“I mean… I don’t know if I can stop now. That was…”

“The best.”

You nodded. It was the best. And you knew you’d have regrets and the guilt would come at some point. But in that moment after being expertly fucked and properly taken care of you could think of nothing better than to do it again and again and again. As often as you could get away with it.

“How long do you think we can keep doing this? Like we’ll have to be lying all the time and sneaking around.”

“If we’re quiet and sneaky enough, as long as we want.”

You bit into your bottom lip and giggled, “That was a smart move. Not coming inside of me. Was gonna let you, ya know.”

Harry sat up with a smirk, “I know you were gonna. But I think fucking my best friend’s girl raw is quite enough mistakes for one night. As much as I wanted to fill you up we’ll have to save that one for a rainy day.”

You sat up with him, clothes all strewn about on the floor and at the foot of his bed, “A rainy day, huh? I’ll keep that in mind.”

Harry pinched your thigh before hopping off the bed out of your reach with a laugh, “And I think it’s only fair that you sleep in here with me tonight,” he slid his boxers up his legs, “Colin’s not gonna wake up until late so we’ll have plenty of time before he’s conscious.”

Harry tossed you his t-shirt and you pulled it over your head, “Why’s that only fair?”

Harry shrugged, “Cause I like to cuddle and Colin’s passed out so might as well let me have some since I probably won’t get to do it very often.”

You slid off his bed and pulled your arms over his shoulders, “That’s kind of sweet, Harry.”

“So you’ll stay in here with me tonight?”

“Without a doubt.”

You were both so fucked.

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[love-belle]

light as a feather !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which she writes a song and finds love again while he finds himself facing the consequences of his actions.

or

for when the right person is right around the corner. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lando norris x fem!ex!reader // charles leclerc x fem!reader (implied)

sequel - you got me thinking nonsense ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language, mention of cock once, sex jokes (???)

author's note - might make a part 2 idkk but i hope u like this <3 thank u sm for reading!!!! alsoooo im gonna start a taglist so if ur interested PLEASE let me know <3

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popnews y/n y/l/n and lando norris called it quits after almost a year of being together. this news came after y/l/n flew out to see him during the dutch grand prix and left the very next day, not attending the race. "it was very sudden, neither of them saw it coming," sources close to the pair commented. "they were together for a year and it was getting very real and that scared lando. he just felt like the relationship had run its course and wasn't going anywhere." this proved to be kind of confusing and controversial as not even a week after their break up, norris was spotted with a girl out on a "date". for more details, visit the link in our bio.

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yourusername feather out everywhere lol have fun with this one <3

tagged landonorris

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username TOO MUCH GOING ON I NEED TO SCREAM

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yourusername floatin through the memories like wtv (photo creds to charles_leclerc who annoyed me until i agreed to post these)

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username says YOU

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-> username y'all my girl did no wrong he had this coming for cheating

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-> username i have a feeling lando's gonna kiss the barriers this sunday 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

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-> username fr like gag him

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-> username no bc if i got called out by THE lewis hamilton i will just never show my face ever again

-> username right like how is he not embarrassed

username no bc if i lost someone like y/n bc i was a fucking idiot and then my best friend rizzed her up i would just simply Pass Away like that's a level of embarrassment i CANNOT take

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-> username NOT LILY CONFIRMING THAT

-> username nah he deserves everyone calling him out lando wtf

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-> username PLEASE MAX

-> username just a very good example as to why u should NEVER EVER EVER EVER cheat on ANYONE bc u will end up like lando on the internet

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username no bc what i don't get is how he's gonna break up with her after a YEAR of being together bc lil bitch boy got scared of commitment and then turn around and allegedly cheat on her and then say u talking shit like NO SHUT THE FUCK UP we got a banger song and an iconic duo with the bad bitches u fumbled and i get a chance to see charles FINALLY make a move on his godforsaken crush

-> yourusername that was so intense and im trying to process it all but U GO BABY I LOVE UUUUU

-> luisinhaoliveira99 spoke facts

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[in-som-niyah]

hi!! i’m literally so obsessed with your work i’ve been scrolling your profile all day 😭😭 i was wondering if you could write something about jason x fem!reader getting married? mostly fluff but ill never say no to some good smut

a/n: "i’m literally so obsessed with your work i’ve been scrolling your profile all day" WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNNNNN STOP UR GONNA MAKE ME CRY THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME HELLO??? like wdym u like my work so much u spend so much time on my blog i love u gimme kiss

anyway this prompt is *chefs kiss* bc we all know Big Bad Jason Todd™ is such a loverboy softie but most of all he loves hard.

I think that before he met you he never thought that he would be so enamoured with someone who also feels the same way about him at the same time, that also wants to marry him??? He thinks he's too flawed and violent and abrasive for someone to even like being around him. So marrying him??? haha you're funny.

But after YEARS (yes, it takes him years of a committed relationship with you to fully trust that you actually like being with him for an extended period of time, let alone forever) of handling his emotions, outbursts and injuries with grace while still giving him a whack at the back of his head when he's being stupid, he considers marrying you.

Remember, Jason Todd is fucking scared himself, and he doesn't want to scare you off with a ring that literally promises forever with him. Though he loves you, he wants you to be happy in the end. Will you be happy with him in the end?

It takes a lot of mental and emotional strength to overcome these fears that swirl around his head.

When he does get over it though, he's so attentive yet sneaky when picking your ring. There's a luxury jewellery store on the way to your favourite clothing store at the mall, and he literally takes you to the whole mall just to pass by the store. He always looks to see what your eyes catch, what you like and don't like. Doesn't matter if he ends up spending hundreds since you're at the mall so much, he'll do it just to make sure he gets exactly what you want.

Jason also uses his extensive detective training to find out what cut and stone you want on the ring. He's ok with diamonds, but would want something more unique and personal for his love. He wants something that always reflects you, no matter the occasion.

Side note: once the ring comes he would definitely put together a photo album of pics he took of the ring in plain sight while you're completely oblivious just for shits and giggles

Finally, when it's time to pop the question, he doesn't do flashy and big productions with lights and letters and petals and stuff.

He would be dancing in the kitchen with you on a lazy Saturday, eating pancakes and bacon and when the song ends just casually asks "if I were to ask you, would you marry me?" Now he looks collected as he lovingly smiles down at you but is actually shitting himself until you say that you would in fact marry him if he asked. Then he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the most perfect, detailed, gorgeous ring you could ever ask for while properly asking you to marry him. Cue the waterworks (from both of you) and the celebratory make-out sesh.

Y'all definitely fucking the night of the proposal though

I feel like it would be realllllly possessive since yk you literally belong to him now

"tell me who this pussy belongs to, pretty girl" Knowing full well you can't answer because your eyes have already rolled back mid-stroke and you're babbling incoherently. It does, however, put a smug ass smirk on his face.

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a/n pt2 bc i can't shut up: i hope u like it!!! i wasn't in the mood to write anything smutty but idk im in my soft era for jason i just want his stoic self to love me :(((((

[janeyseymour]

Hi, I hope you’re well!

I would like to make a request, for some reason Melissa and the reader need to sleep in the same bed but they are not that close. The reader likes to cuddle and gets closer and surprisingly Melissa doesn't push her away. When they need to sleep together again on the second night they already sleep hugging each other, and on the third night they no longer need to sleep together but Mel invites the reader to her house with the excuse that she is unable to sleep alone. I thought of something really cute and something that was very scary for both the reader and Melissa, a little slow burn.

Thank you ❤️

Hi! I have to say, I think this fic will hold a special place in my heart. Thank you for the great prompt 🤍 I hope you enjoy!

Warmth

wc: 4.4k exactly!

Melissa Schemmenti is an absolute enigma to you. But here you are, standing in her living room with a duffel bag slung over your shoulder.

“A-are you sure?” you ask again, although you’re already here, and you really have no way of getting home. Maybe you could walk… but that’s going to be at least a thirty minute walk. And that’s at a brisk pace without your belongings hanging off of your shoulder.

“I’m positive,” the redhead rolls her eyes. “Just don’t look to hard at my stuff, and you’ll be fine.”

You stay in your place, not sure what to even do right now. You’re in Melissa Schemmenti’s home. You never thought you would set foot here considering the walls that she has around herself at school.

“Oi, Y/N. Stop standing there. Do something.”

“I- I’m sorry,” you blush. “Where should I put my bag?”

“Drop it in my room- first door when you head upstairs.”

“In your room?” you ask quietly.

“Well, I only got one bedroom,” she huffs. “And I know my couch wrapped in plastic ain’t gonna be comfortable enough for you to be able to work tomorrow. Unless you want to give it a shot, but I can promise it isn’t comfortable.”

You nod silently and take your things upstairs. When you enter her room, it’s so… Melissa. There’s a framed jersey signed by Jalen Hurts- she must know a guy. There’s only a bed, a small bench, and a few dressers around- you assume you’re going to be sharing a bed with your coworker. Thank goodness it’s a king sized mattress; you wouldn’t want to keep Melissa up all night with your movement in your sleep. Not knowing where to put your things (you don’t know what side of the bed she likes to sleep on… although you have your thoughts when you see a baseball bat on the right side of the bed), you simply put it on the bench before making your way back downstairs.

You find where she is- in the kitchen. Of course she is. You stand awkwardly in the entry way and pick at your nails until she notices you.

“For the love of God,” she mumbles. “Either take a seat and stop standing there like a fish out of water, or help me dice these vegetables.”

“I- I can help with whatever you’re making,” you say softly and make your way over to the island of her kitchen.

“I’m making us dinner, is what I’m making,” she sighs as she slides the cutting board over towards you. She hands you a knife. “Small.”

You do so silently while she gathers other ingredients. 

“So… your apartment flooded?”

“It did,” you sigh, thankful for the break in tense silence.

“How the hell did that happen?”

“The storm… living on the first floor… the idiot upstairs that overflows his bathtub at least once a month. Water was up to my knees.”

The second grade teacher gives you a look of pity.

“N-nothing super important was ruined though,” you say quickly. “All of my photo albums were up in the top shelf of my closet. The furniture and stuff can dry.”

“I’m sure you’re gonna have to replace some stuff though,” she says.

“The rugs need replacing, but thankfully the landlord is going to handle that. Some of the paint got messed up too, so I’m sure they’re doing that now.”

“How long do you have to stay out of your apartment?”

“They said just the next two days,” you reply as you focus on the bell pepper you’re dicing.

“That ain’t too bad,” she says thoughtfully. “If it were up to my ex-husband, it’d take four years.”

You chuckle weakly at that. You aren’t really sure what else to do.

“That’s what I get for marrying a lazy asshole though,” she grumbles as she starts to dice the onion just a little more aggressively than she was before. 

The two of you cook in peace, Melissa humming along to the music that she has playing from her record player. 

When you take your first bite, you have to bite back a moan.

“Wow,” you sigh softly once you’ve swallowed that first bite. She looks at you curiously. “You weren’t kidding when you said you knew how to cook.”

“Glad you like it, hun,” she smiles- and it’s one of those soft smiles that she usually only reserves for Barbara or the students. You make it your goal to always see those soft smiles from her. 

Over dinner, you chat about the day, but then it slowly turns into conversation about outside of work.

“So, what do you do outside of work?” she asks you.

You blush. “You’re about to think I’m as dorky as Janine.”

“No one can be as dorky as Janine,” she chuckles. “C’mon, hun. What do you do outside of work?”

“I really do love to read,” you say softly. “I’ve always been a bookworm… so when it’s warm, I read outside. If it’s cold, I like to turn my television on so that it looks like a fireplace and curl up under a mountain of blankets with a book.”

“That ain’t dorky.”

“And if I’m not doing that… I’m usually writing- whether that be actual writing or music.”

“You play music?” the redhead’s interest is piqued.

“When I feel inspired,” you shrug.

“What do you play?”

You turn a little red.

“Oh, it can’t be that bad,” she rolls her eyes. “I think it’s cool.”

“Acoustic guitar, ukulele, and I dabble in piano,” you mumble. 

“Hun, that’s incredible,” she tells you. “My mom enrolled me in piano when I was younger, but I hated it… never got past the first couple of weeks. I would’ve rather learned to play the guitar or the ukulele.”

“I-“ you take a breath. “I could always teach you.”

Those green eyes light up, and she throws you yet another soft smile. “That’d be nice, if you would want to.”

You even get to hear a bit about what she likes to do outside of school.

“Sometimes Barb and I like to hit the mall… get my shakedown sweaters,” she chuckles. “Barb and I are menaces when it comes to the clearance sections.”

You insist on cleaning up after dinner considering she’s done most of the cooking for the night.

“You don’t have to,” she tells you for the third time.

“No, please,” you lay a gentle hand on her shoulder instinctively. You forget it’s Melissa, and when you expect her to bat your hand away, she doesn’t. She actually lays her hand over yours with that warm smile and a quiet thank you. She does insist on drying the dishes for you though.

“Okay, Mel,” rolls off your tongue as you playfully roll your eyes.

The two of you settle on her couch once your finished, and she watches a few programs before sighing quietly.

“I think it’s time for me to hit the hay,” she yawns. She extends the remote out in your direction. “You’re more than welcome to stay up and continue watching though.”

You let out a small yawn, covering it with your hand. “Today was a lot with the kids… I think I need some sleep too.”

You let her get herself ready for bed before you do, and by the time you come back into the bedroom, she’s under the blankets with her glasses on, and she’s reading something on her phone. Her cheeks are bright.

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Barb had texted her. But get your girl.

You shift side to side on your feet, not quite sure if she really does want you to be in the same bed as her.

“C’mon, hun. I don’t bite, I promise,” she teases you as she pats the open side of the bed.

Quietly, you climb in next to her but you keep your distance.

“Goodnight,” you whisper as you lay down.

“Night,” she replies back as she sets her phone down and gets comfortable.

You lay there for what seems like forever. It is freezing in Melissa’s bedroom. You are absolutely freezing, even in your sweatshirt, sweatpants, and socks. You have the blanket up to your chin, and you still can’t stop yourself from shivering. Your eyes are closed, so you have no way of knowing if the redhead next to you is awake. You act like you’re moving closer to her in your sleep, but really… you’re desperate to feel any sort of body heat she may be radiating. It turns out: she’s like a human furnace.

You hear a small huff. “Are you that cold?” 

Shit. So she is awake. But you’ve already committed to the bit of being asleep, so you continue to breathe as evenly as possible. You feel her get out of bed, and then a few seconds later you feel another blanket being draped over top of you. The bed dips under her as she crawls back in, and then you can feel her getting close to you again. 

You sleep like a baby through the night. Even with all of the sirens that come with staying with Melissa in center city Philadelphia, you get the best night’s sleep you’ve had in a long time.

When the two of you wake up, you’re practically on top of her. She groans and slams her fist into her alarm clock, only to gently rest her hand on your back. 

“You cuddle in your sleep,” she notes quietly.

You turn a deep shade of red, stuttering out an apology as you move away from her. 

“You didn’t mean to,” she shrugs. “And it was nice having someone to hold rather than my usual mound of pillows.”

“Still… sorry,” you mumble out as the blush stays on your cheeks.

“Don’t worry about it,” she chuckles as she smooths down her bedhead. “I gotta hop in the shower before we head in to work today.”

With that, she’s off. You get yourself ready for work, and by the time your finished, she’s already out. You hear the door open, and she’s standing there in her signature leather pants and green blazer. 

“If you want to finish getting ready in here, you can,” she tells you as she leaves the door open. “Y’know, brush your teeth, brush your hair… that kind of stuff.”

You smile at her as you make your way in. There’s something so intimate about sharing the bathroom while the two of you just get ready. The two of you are so close as you share the sink and mirrored cabinets that you’re practically on top of each other. Neither of you mind in the slightest. She actually hip checks you gently.

“I have to head to my apartment to shower after work, but then I’ll be-”

“You can just shower here,” she tells you. “Less time in all of the fumes and chaos.”

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” she rolls her eyes. “Now c’mon. We have to get to work.”

The second the two of you split ways to get into your separate cars, you miss her. Get ahold of yourself. She’s just being nice since your apartment is in shambles right now. Then it’s back to loneliness.

The highlight of your day is lunch when you get to eat the delicious leftovers from last night’s dinner.

“I’m thinking of making gnocchi tonight,” Melissa tells you offhandedly. “You good with that?”

You nod. “I’ll pick up some wine on my way over from my apartment.”

“I thought I told you to just come over and shower at my place.”

Barb looks at the redhead with wide eyes, and Melissa gently kicks her under the table, a silent signal to ‘be cool, it’s nothin’. 

“Well,” you laugh softly. “I do need to grab a fresh set of clothes for work tomorrow. But I’ll be over after that.”

The second grade teacher nods as she gathers her things to head back to her classroom. “A white.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you salute her playfully.

When you get to her house, you hold the bottle you brought- her favorite white wine, thanks to Barb.

Before you can even think if you should knock or just walk in, she’s at the door in front of you. Gone is Ms. Schemmenti, and Melissa greets you at the door. 

“Took you long enough,” she chuckles. “I already got dinner started, and I need a glass of wine in my hand after my day with the kids.”

“That bad?” you chuckle as you enter the house and make your way into the kitchen.

“Let’s just say… if I don’t have an angry email from Destiny’s mother sitting in my inbox tomorrow, I’ll be shocked,” she rolls her eyes as she reaches for the wine glasses. 

The two of you drink a few glasses of wine while she tends to dinner, and by the time it’s on the table, you’re both slightly buzzed.

Again, her food is heavenly.

You insist on cleaning up again, and she makes it known that she will be drying and putting away the dishes again. It’s a seamless process, and you can’t help but smile as you hear her humming again to the music she has playing.

Once dinner is cleaned up, you head for the shower, thanking her for the hospitality as you go. 

She sets your towel over the heater with a smile. “So you’re not freezing your ass off,” she tells you, a smile on her face. “Feel free to use whatever.”

As you bathe, you realize you’re going to smell like Melissa tomorrow- and her smell is nearly intoxicating to you. The slightly musky yet flowery smell washes over you, and you don’t really know how you’re going to focus at work tomorrow when all that will be on your mind is the redheaded teacher just down the hall.

When you reenter her living room, Melissa is lounging on her couch watching a cooking show, but her eyes go straight to you. Your hair is still slightly wet and sticking to your body, and she can’t help but think how cute you look with messy hair, glasses, and your sweats on again. 

The two of you watch a few more episodes before you retire to bed. This time, she’s prepared that extra blanket for you, so you keep your distance. You try to fall asleep, you really do, but you’re still freezing. 

“Are you seriously still cold?” you hear the redhead grumble. So she can feel you shivering. 

You don’t respond. You’re pretending your asleep, or at least on the brink of sleep. You feel her move closer to you, and then an arm wraps around you and pulls you in close.

“I don’t got more blankets,” she huffs as she curls herself around you, her head falling into your shoulder. You instantly feel warmer, and you pray to God she can’t feel your heart beating faster and harder than you thought possible. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Again, you sleep like a baby. 

When the alarm goes off again, you groan softly. But Melissa is still around you, holding you tight.

“Mel,” you whisper. “Alarm’s going off.”

“I hear it,” the woman behind you grumbles. She rolls over and hits the snooze button before rolling back into you and wrapping her arm around you. “I need ten more minutes.”

The two of you doze for another ten minutes before you know you really do have to get up and get ready for work. Again, you dance around each other with ease, and then you’re gathering your bag and throwing it in your car.

“Hey,” you say softly as you go to climb into the vehicle. Melissa pauses her motions as she gets into her own car.

“What is it, hun?”

“Thank you for letting me stay with you the past few nights,” you smile. 

“Of course,” she sighs softly. 

As she drives to school, she thinks of how she got the best two nights of sleep she’s gotten in a long time. And it’s because of you. She’s shared beds with others before, Barbara included, and it’s never that warm or calming. There’s something about you. The teacher knows she’s had a thing for you since you started, but now that she’s had a taste of domestic life with you, she’s sure it’s something that she wants- no, needs.

The redhead quietly confides in her best friend at the school that she thinks she finally needs to make her move, and Barbara is all too excited for two of her favorite people to get their heads out of their asses.

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way?” Melissa asks nervously, playing with her jewelry.

“That girl gives you the same eyes my Gerald gives me, and the eyes Gregory gave Janine before they started dating,” the kindergarten teacher tells her gently. “I don’t think that’s something you have to worry about, dear.”

Melissa bites her lip before continuing down the hall to her classroom.

You can’t think straight. All you can smell is Melissa.

“Miss Y/N?” one of your students asks you as she approaches your desk. “Are you okay? You been staring at the same screen for the last twenty minutes, and didn’t even yell when Tyson ate his glue on a dare.”

“Tyson what?!” you jump out of your thoughts.

“Nah,” Tyson laughs. “We just playing. Wanted to get your attention.”

“Tyson, be so for real right now,” you pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and pointer finger. “Did you, or did you not, eat your glue?”

“Nah, Miss Y/N,” he grins.

The bell rings before you can get anything else out. “Get in line for recess and lunch, you hooligans.”

As you enter the staff lounge for lunch, you can see Melissa already at her table. Her eyes light up at the sight of you.

“Hey there, you,” she grins as she kicks out the chair next to her. “I already got our lunch out.”

The two of you share the container of leftovers from last night, blissfully unaware of the way that Barbara has a knowing smirk on her face and the way that Janine, Jacob, and Gregory are all looking at you completely dumbfounded at how you got the fiery teacher to take down her walls.

With a sigh, you stand. “I got recess duty today, y’all. Happy Friday, have a nice weekend.”

You don’t see the redhead you’re infatuated with for the rest of the day. You drive home to your dingy apartment with a frown. You’re going to miss Melissa and her beautiful house- her extraordinary cooking- her warmth in bed.

You’re halfway through your second glass of wine, it’s nearing midnight, and you see your phone light up. Melissa’s calling you.

“Hello?” you answer softly. “Mel, it’s almost midnight.”

“I know,” she huffs frustratedly.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“No.”

“What’s going on?”

You hear her swallow harshly before the words come tumbling out of her mouth, “Any chance you can come over?”

“Uh,” you drawl out.

“You know what? Nevermind, it was dumb. Have a good weekend, Y/N.” The line disconnects.

Now concerned about your favorite coworker, you sigh. You jump off the couch, shove your feet into the first pair of shoes you see and climb into your car. You know you look like a wreck, but she’s seen you like this before. You drive over to her place, and take a deep breath before knocking on the door. It takes a minute or two before Melissa is standing in front of you.

“I said never mind,” she grumbles.

“Well, when my friend calls me in the middle of the night telling me she isn’t okay, I get concerned,” you retaliate. “Can I come in?”

She steps aside, you kick off your shoes, and wait for her expectantly.

“It’s nothin,” she sighs as she runs a hand through her hair. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Well, I’m here now, so,” you tell her. 

“Can we just… not?” she asks quietly. It’s so unlike Melissa. Her false bravado is gone, and you can see how nervous she is about… whatever it is that’s bothering her.

You bite your lip. “Yeah, okay. Why don’t we take your mind off of it and watch something? Maybe have a glass of wine?”

She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “That sounds alright. But if you’re tired, you don’t have to.”

“It’s a Friday night. When I don’t have to be up for school the next day, I’m up all hours of the night,” you chuckle. “Sit down, I’ll grab the wine.”

The truth is, you knew it was going to be a sleepless night without Melissa next to you. You had already tried to go to bed, but you were freezing. You trekked back to your couch in defeat. If you weren’t going to sleep, you might as well have been entertained.

When you return with two glasses of wine, she’s curled into the corner of the couch, but she pats the space next to her. As soon as you’re sitting down, she’s ditched the corner for your body instead to curl up against. It throws you for a bit of a loop, but she’s upset, so you don’t say anything.

She ends up falling asleep against you, an arm gently draped around your waist. It’s almost two in the morning now, and you know she won’t be happy if she wakes up with a crick in her neck from sleeping sitting up.

“Mel,” you whisper as you jostle her slightly. “Maybe we should get you up to bed.”

“Mhmm,” she hums out sleepily. 

“C’mon, red,” the nickname rolls off your tongue. “You need to get to bed, and so do I.”

“Stay the night,” she mumbles. “It’s late.”

You let out a low chuckle. “Alright, Mel.”

The two of you get to bed, and you immediately notice that the room is exactly how you left it this morning. The extra blanket she has for you is even still in its place. As soon as you’re both in bed, she’s curled up around you and asleep.

Being teachers, neither of you sleep past nine, but when you wake up, you still feel her arms around you securely.

“Hey,” you whisper when she peels her eyes open- those striking green eyes.

“Hey,” she mumbles into the crook of your neck.

“You feelin’ better than you were last night?” you ask, brows knit in concern. She nods. “You wanna talk about it?”

Her chest turns red, as do her cheeks. “It’s dumb.”

“It isn’t dumb if it has you this upset.”

“I-” you feel her fingers trace a few patterns on your shoulder as she continues to cling to you. “Can I make you breakfast?”

She clearly still doesn’t want to talk about it, so you let her distract herself. Eventually, hopefully, she’ll be up to talking.

The two of you make breakfast together, and you catch the way she’s looking at you- admiring you, even.

“What?” you ask with a chuckle as you sip your coffee.

“Just…” she sighs. “You really wanna know what’s been bothering me?”

You nod. “I’ve been trying to get it out of you since I came over last night.”

She takes a big swig of coffee, and then a deep breath. “Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

“I promise,” you tell her honestly. “I would never.”

“I- I don’t really know how to say this without sounding like an idiot.”

“So sound like an idiot,” you encourage her. “I sound like an idiot all the time.” That gets her to crack a smile.

“I’ve… I- uh…”

“You got this,” you tell her quietly, pressing her on.

“I knew what I was opening myself up to when I invited you to spend the few nights with me while your apartment was getting renovated,” she sighs as she averts her eyes away from you. 

“Okay?”

“Y/N,” she says your name seriously. “I- when I was driving to school yesterday morning knowing that that was the last night you would spend with me, I was broken. I haven’t slept in the same bed with someone and gotten that good a night’s sleep ever. I haven’t found that person who can seamlessly blend themselves into my house as if they’ve always lived here, but you did it. I- I’ve always had a thing for you, but I never acted on it because I know there’s an age difference, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but now that I know what we do when we’re together, I don’t want to go back to not having you around. I got a taste of what it could be like with you, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity to have it if I could, but I entirely understand if you don’t reciprocate those feelings, because like I said, I do know that there’s an age difference and-”

“Mel?” you cut her compassionate rambling off.

“-and I know that being coworkers and everything just throws another wrench into the mix… and you know what? Forget I said anything. This was dumb. I never should’ve listened to Barb and just kept my damned mouth shut, because now you’re going to hate me and never speak to me ag-”

“Melissa,” you say again, sternly. Her eyes meet yours quickly as her mouth shuts. “Are you going to let me tell you my thoughts?”

“Do I want to know them?”

“I think so,” you smile at her as you move in closer. You wrap an arm around her waist as you pull her in closer.

“Okay,” she sighs so softly you can feel her breath on your lips and you can smell the coffee in her breath.

“So last night, you just wanted me in your bed?” you ask with the corners of your lips quirked up.

She nods, a blush creeping into her cheeks so dark it nearly matches her hair.

“I can’t even use my line of buy a girl dinner first, because you already did that,” you chuckle before pulling her into a gentle kiss. “If it isn’t clear, I have a thing for you too.”

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[imaginesig]

“If they call me a slut, you know it might be worth if for once”

Lewis Hamilton x singer!reader

SMAU

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yourusername: my muse <3

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lewishamilton its an honor love

user1 when will I find someone to call me love

lando.jpg your own jpg account when??

yourusername I'll stick to my day job

user2 anybody else bothered by how quickly she goes from man to man

user3 right? like I swear she's had about 7 "muses" in the past 3 years

user4 she's literally done nothing wrong?? how dare a women date more than 1 person in her life??

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Charles_leclerc the Ferrari playlist needs an update

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lewishamilton: race weekend with my loves

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tmz_offical: just days after the end of the season, f1 driver Lewis Hamilton is spotted out with young girlfriend Y/n L/n. The couple is notorious for keeping their privacy, making paparazzi pictures a rare instance. Click the link in our bio to see what else was taken during their night out on the town.

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user1 no wonder they keep private, I would too if ended up trapped in a relationship with a slut like her

user2 didn't she and Dylan O'Brian break up right before they got together? Didn't think he rebound guy would last this long

user3 I could never imagine dating someone that much older than me

user4 fr someone tell her to take it down a notch, her sluttiness is showing

User8 the one sided hate is mid boggling

user5 the negativity is DEFINING

user6 right, y'all can't stand to see a women happy, healthy, and unbothered

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y/nupdates: Y/n seen outside the studio with her producer after radio silence all winter!!

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user1 she's cooking

user2 she's entering her reputation era I can feel it

user3 fr, after that one tmz post blows up and her comments are flooded with negativity, she locked herself away with her love, and is now seen for the first time in awhile leaving the studio

user4 I CANT HANDLE THIS RN

user5 not the slut trying for a comeback

user6 how about you lead by example? Leave and don't come back 🫶

user8 you know the records gonna slap when @/producer sprinkled her magic

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yourusername: "Slut!" out now on all streaming platforms!! The rest of the album, "Amor Omnia Vincit" out this Friday!

when I originally sat down to create this new album I didn't image I'd write half the songs that made the final cut, but I did. This has been a very therapeutic experience for me.

Thank you to this album, my amazing team, and my lovely muse for keeping me going in the difficult time <3

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lewishamilton you are so Shawn Hunter coded

lewishamilton I love you dear

yourusername I love you too darling

user1 they are so domestic I'm crying 🤭😭

user2 lets all start a thread of our fav lyrics from "Slut!"

user3 "if I'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us" WE KNOW THIS COUPLE ALWAYS BRING FIRE FITS

user4 very obvious but "if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once," just hits so hard, like this is an issue she's dealt with for so long but Lewis makes it all better bc their relationship trumps everything

user5 piggy backing off of @/user4 's reasoning, "the sticks and stones they throw froze mid air"

user6 "IN A WORLD OF BOYS HES A GENTLEMAN" 🔛🔝

user7 I'm still not very her admitting that all the negavity around her dating has affected her so bad that she told Lewis "I said it might blow up in your pretty face"

scuderiaferarri we will not apologize for the people we'll become when this drops ‼️

Charles_leclerc we've always been #1 y/n stans

lewishamilton you red fuckers can take two steps back that's my title

carlossainz55 I thought you were her muse?

lewishamilton I'm both

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lewishamilton: SO, SO, SO PROUD OF YOU LOVE!! Watching you work through a rough patch with such grace was beautiful. Thank you for allowing me to be apart of it and listen to these songs+more. I'll be your muse forever if you'll have me <3

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yourusername forever and always <3

lewishamilton <3

user1 that water look very ~aquamarine~ to anyone

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user2 LMAOOO HES SO PETTY

yourusername sassy man epidemic isn't a joke

user3 I love that she left like people wanted and wrote a whole song to shut down the hater but also put her and Lewis's relationship on the pedestal it deserves

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Charles_leclerc Vigilante Shit is my new pre-prix anthem

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carlossainz55 its my fav

user4 I love that lewis posted for the whole album when Y/n didn't, but she's replying to comments in his section when he isn't

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yourusername: surprise!! Since this album taught me what it was like to write and create in such an intamate space with very few people/outide influence I wanted to celebrate it with 3 small shows in Monaco, London, and Ottawa!

tickets on sale at 12 pm eastern this friday, see ya then ;)

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yourusername everyone on the grid plus any serious significant others get VIP entry courtesy of me and my team 💖����

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user1 this will start world war 3 I can feel it

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user3 except that was selling stadiums, these are small venues

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user6 official tour soon?? Please mother??

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lewishamilton "got lovestruck went straight to my head" <3

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yourusername "got lovesick all over my bed" <3

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yourusername thank you to everyone who came out to a show this weekend!! I had a blast sining new stuff, covers, and old pieces with you all- the love I experienced was unreal!! I cannot wait to see what happens in the future 💖

To all those close to me, our relationships mean the absolute world!! Special love to Lewis who held my hand through my darkest time, showed me what a true relationship was, and gave me a perfect little boy (I love you Roscoe). Darling, its been a wonderful experience being with you <3

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[steddieas-shegoes]

is that tax fraud?

for @corrodedcoffinfest warm-up round prompt ‘taxes’

rated t | 671 words | cw: language | tags: they’re just so stupid, and I love them, look Steve is here!

🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸

“What the hell do you mean you’ve never filed taxes?” Jeff asked Gareth as they sat around trying to write a song.

Keyword: trying.

Now it looked like they were gonna be figuring out how to keep Gareth out of fucking prison for tax fraud.

“I thought our band accountant handled it!” Gareth exclaimed.

“We don’t have a band accountant! The label just handles our money!” Jeff exclaimed back.

“Okay, let’s calm down.” Eddie, the voice of reason at this moment, held his hands up towards them. “Technically, Gareth only turned 18 two years ago. That’s only two years of back taxes. And if he’s honest, it’ll be fine! He probably didn’t even make enough the first year for them to care.”

“Well, I did get an inheritance from my grandpa who died,” Gareth said unhelpfully. “Does that count as income?”

Everyone stared at him in shock.

“This is a joke,” Freak said from his spot on the couch. “Has to be.”

“Oh my god, our drummer is actively committing tax fraud,” Jeff put his head in his hands.

“Guys, it’s fine! I’ll just file it all this year,” Gareth assured them.

“We should call someone. Right? Someone should be told about this,” Eddie started pacing the floor, wearing a trail into the shag carpet.

Who even put shag carpet in here? Shag was terrible.

The door swung open and Steve walked in holding three large pizzas and a grocery bag full of sodas.

“They didn’t have any Mountain Dew, but that’s probably for the best. You guys have a conference call in an hour so eat up,” he said as he started setting everything on the coffee table. He looked around when he realized it was way too quiet. “Everything okay?”

“Stevie. I fear our drummer may be going to prison.”

Steve paled. “What? Why?”

“He forgot to tell the government he has money. For two years.”

“He what?” Steve looked at Gareth to explain.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to file my own taxes! I thought we had a guy!”

Steve looked between all of them. He looked at Gareth.

“You do have a guy. The label provides a guy. I think his name is Sam? Maybe Shane.” Steve shook his head. “Either way. You have a tax guy. He filed for all of you last year.”

You could hear a pin drop in the silence.

“What do you mean? We all filed for ourselves last year. Except Gareth, apparently,” Jeff was frowning at the floor.

“Uh, well, you may have given double the money, then,” Steve laughed, though this wasn’t exactly funny.

“So let me get this straight: the label provided a guy to do our taxes without telling us. We all file our own taxes after this guy already did. No one caught it. Gareth’s the only one who hasn’t double paid into the fucking government?” Eddie asked, face red with shame or anger, it was hard to say which.

“Yeah, appears so.”

“Fuck you guys. Had me worried I was going to prison and I’m the only one who’s done shit right!” Gareth laughed. He reached for a slice of pizza and sat back in his chair, smug smile on his face. “Feels good to have my taxes paid.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Freak rolled his eyes. “So how do we get money back if we double filed?”

“Not sure we can,” Jeff sighed. “Probably isn’t worth figuring it out anyway. It’s not like we were rolling in for last year’s taxes.”

“But this year…” Eddie started.

They all looked at each other and nodded.

Yeah. This year would be different. They’d skyrocketed after the release of their first album and their first tour. Money was…pretty fucking great.

“So…pizza?” Steve asked.

They all nodded and started grabbing for their food.

“If you guys want, I’m sure Nancy can try to find a way to get money back. She’s good at that stuff,” Steve suggested.

“Nah, she’d call us idiots.”

“Well, if the shoe fits.”

“Hey!”

[why4anne]

Daylight

Part: 2/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

Masterlist

2018

f1

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f1: BREAKING: Charles Leclers signs a contract with Ferrari starting in the 2019 season

view comments:

graciethewag: OMG I am so happy for him!!🥹

scuderiaferrari: Welcome to the team Charles❤️

- charles_leclerc: It's an honor to be a part of the team FORZA FERRARI!❤️

yourusername: I've always looked good in red so I see this as an absolute win🤷‍♀️

- holly_leclerzz: lmao you're so real for that

- gridpenalty231: Yes girl! Slay the Ferrari red!!!💅

- charles_leclerc: I just signed with my dream team and this is what you come up with?😒

- yourusername: Just joking baby😘 I'm so happy for you FORZA FERRARI❤️

- scuderiaferrari: We've got mother on our team😤

- charles_leclerc: I see who's the favorite🥲

yourusername

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yourusername: My man😍😮‍💨 Let's appreciate the ft screenshot I got of him yesterday. Thirstiness aside, amore I am so proud of you for achieving your life long dream of driving for Ferrari and I know that your loved ones whom are no longer with us would be too. I look forward to cheering for the red cars next season!❤️

view comments:

charl_lecleczz: Y/N casually showing off how hot her and her bf are before dropping the cutest caption ever

hardtires313: are we not going to talk about how hot Charles looks in that pic??

charles_leclerc: my biggest supporter❤️

- yourusername: always🤍

yourusername

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yourusername: It felt appropriate to to do an F1 theme with this album announcement since the person it's about is an F1 driver. I am proud to announce that my new album Lover will be out February 14th 2019.

view comments:

y/ngirlforevs: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP!!! HE GETS AN ENTIRE ALBUM WRITTEN ABOUT HIM????

rorytheracingcar: STOP!!! this is too much for me to handle😭 I still can't believe that my fav f1 driver and my fav artist are dating and now she goes and writes an album about him??!! Y/N and Charles fans STAY WINNING!!

y/nhasaniceface: This man must've done something incredible in his past life to deserve all of this

safetycar92: The fact that she made the announcement f1 themed does something to my heart 🥹

charles_leclerc: I am so proud of you my love, you never seize to amaze me. Your talent, voice and beauty is otherworldly❤️

- arthur_leclerc: Charles, you are disgusting but I am so proud of my future sister in law that I'm gonna let it slide

- yourusername: thank you Arthur and Charles. I love you both!❤️🤍

- yellowflagzz: FUTURE SISTER IN LAW??

yourusername uploaded a story

[whyanne4]

Daylight

Part: 2/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

Masterlist

2018

f1

liked by charles_leclerc, yourusername and 2 689 329 others

f1: BREAKING: Charles Leclers signs a contract with Ferrari starting in the 2019 season

view comments:

graciethewag: OMG I am so happy for him!!🥹

scuderiaferrari: Welcome to the team Charles❤️

- charles_leclerc: It's an honor to be a part of the team FORZA FERRARI!❤️

yourusername: I've always looked good in red so I see this as an absolute win🤷‍♀️

- holly_leclerzz: lmao you're so real for that

- gridpenalty231: Yes girl! Slay the Ferrari red!!!💅

- charles_leclerc: I just signed with my dream team and this is what you come up with?😒

- yourusername: Just joking baby😘 I'm so happy for you FORZA FERRARI❤️

- scuderiaferrari: We've got mother on our team😤

- charles_leclerc: I see who's the favorite🥲

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, badgalriri and 5 393 359 others

yourusername: My man😍😮‍💨 Let's appreciate the ft screenshot I got of him yesterday. Thirstiness aside, amore I am so proud of you for achieving your life long dream of driving for Ferrari and I know that your loved ones whom are no longer with us would be too. I look forward to cheering for the red cars next season!❤️

view comments:

charl_lecleczz: Y/N casually showing off how hot her and her bf are before dropping the cutest caption ever

hardtires313: are we not going to talk about how hot Charles looks in that pic??

charles_leclerc: my biggest supporter❤️

- yourusername: always🤍

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, arianagrande and 10 393 359 others

yourusername: It felt appropriate to to do an F1 theme with this album announcement since the person it's about is an F1 driver. I am proud to announce that my new album Lover will be out February 14th 2019.

view comments:

y/ngirlforevs: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP!!! HE GETS AN ENTIRE ALBUM WRITTEN ABOUT HIM????

rorytheracingcar: STOP!!! this is too much for me to handle😭 I still can't believe that my fav f1 driver and my fav artist are dating and now she goes and writes an album about him??!! Y/N and Charles fans STAY WINNING!!

y/nhasaniceface: This man must've done something incredible in his past life to deserve all of this

safetycar92: The fact that she made the announcement f1 themed does something to my heart 🥹

charles_leclerc: I am so proud of you my love, you never seize to amaze me. Your talent, voice and beauty is otherworldly❤️

- arthur_leclerc: Charles, you are disgusting but I am so proud of my future sister in law that I'm gonna let it slide

- yourusername: thank you Arthur and Charles. I love you both!❤️🤍

- yellowflagzz: FUTURE SISTER IN LAW??

yourusername uploaded a story

[gracies-baby]

Could you write a friends to lovers with Gracie? I would read anything! Thank you! 💕

Of course I can! I’m so sorry for the long wait and I hope you enjoy!

Movie Night Confession

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"What movie are we watching tonight?" Audrey asks her best friend as Gracie walks around the kitchen getting the snacks ready as she and Abby sit in the living room.

"I dunno. Whatever Y/n wants to watch" Gracie replies as she walks back to her couch, snacks in hand.

"C'mon, she's just gonna wanna watch twilight again. I love it but there's only so many times I can watch that movie" Abby whines as her cousin sits next to her.

"Yeah Gracie, there are other ways to show her you love her than letting her choose the movie all the time y'know. One of them being telling her" Audrey speaks while stealing some snacks from her friend.

"I'm not telling her anything. She doesn't need to know"

"Well she's gonna know when the album comes out. I mean, come on, who else would you have written the blue about? She's gonna know it's about her"

"You guys don't get it. If I tell her, everything would be different. Our whole dynamic would change and I don't think I can handle that" Gracie rambles before she's cut off by Abby.

"Gracie, we know you have this fear of commitment but Y/n's so good for you. And she's completely in love with you, everyone can see it"

"Y/n is not in love with me. We're friends. Nothing more" Gracie corrects before they hear a knock at the door.

"That's her. You guys will not repeat a word of this to her. I mean it" She answers the door only for Weenie to jump at the girl on the other side.

"Hi Weenie! I missed you too!" Y/n says with a soft laugh that causes Gracie's cheeks to turn pink.

"You know who else I missed? Your owner! Hi Gracie" She says as she turns towards the taller girl, enveloping her in a hug.

"I missed you too" The brunette whispers as she pulls the shorter girl closer to her, relishing in the moment.

"So.. are we gonna watch twilight tonight?" Y/n asks with a wide grin as she pulls away from the hug.

"Yeah, obviously. Everything's already setup" Gracie replies with a smile reserved just for Y/n.

"Great! I just need to get a drink and then I'll be right there!" Y/n replies as Gracie walks back to the living room.

"Did you just smell her hair?" Abby questions with a laugh.

"What? No!" Gracie's face turns bright red at the accusation.

"Dude, you totally did! You're down bad!"

"Shut up!" Gracie exclaims as the shorter girl walks into the room, giving the group an odd look.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"No, nothing at all! Ready to start?" Gracie replies as the girl takes a seat next to her. Gracie presses play on the remote as Y/n cuddles into her side. She feels Abby and Audrey smirk at each other as she wraps her arm around Y/n, pulling her closer.

When the movie ends, Abby and Audrey are asleep while Y/n and Gracie are still cuddled up, watching the credits.

"Gracie? What are we?" Y/n asks suddenly as she looks up at the brunette.

"Huh? What do you mean? We're friends" Gracie chuckles in response.

"But we could be more. I don't want to be just friends with you. And I think you want more too" Gracie stays silent as she looks at the girl in shock.

"Or I'm just totally reading this all wrong. I'm sorry, I-I have to go" Y/n quickly grabs her stuff before rushing to the door.

"Y/n wait!" Gracie grabs the girls wrist as she reaches the door.

"No, I can't be here right now-" the shorter girl is cut off when she feels the brunettes lips gently push against her own. Y/n closes her eyes and wraps her arms around the taller girls neck, pulling her closer as Gracie's arms wrap around her waist.

"I’ve been waiting for this for so long” Gracie sighs as she pulls away.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Y/n asks with a big grin.

“I didn’t wanna mess up what we had! I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I would have been with you any way you wanted me”

“Well, I’m waiting” Y/n responds as she looks up at the brunette.

“Y/n, I love you so much. Please be my lover?” Gracie asks, smiling when she hears the girl giggle at her Taylor Swift reference.

“Of course I will! Took you long enough” Y/n replies as she wraps Gracie up in another hug, wide grins on both their faces.

“Fucking finally! Can someone else start picking movies now?” Abby teases as she and Audrey watch the scene in front of them with wide smirks.

[smicksstuff]

heyy i’m here with another alejandro garnacho x sabrina carpenter face claim smau, if you’re taking requests🫶

could you just do a couple posts of him supporting him at his matches and him supporting her at her concerts please? thank you sm, love your writing!!

the remix | alejandro garnacho

pairing: alejandro garnacho x female!popstar

warnings: swearing

face claim: sabrina carpenter

summary: follow closely the lives of manchester united’s starboy and the queen of hearts. its never a boring day with them 😉

yn.ln

Singapore

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yn.ln thank you singapore ! i will be back soon 💋

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garnacho7 mi vida ❤️

yn.ln te quiero mi corazon ❤️

user1 6 nights arent enough !!! come back i want moree

ybsf never gonna doubt singapore again

yn.ln you best believe me next time

ybsf 🤞🏼

ana.pinho so proud of you mi nina ❤️

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rasmus.hoejlund when do i get tickets to your concert ?

yn.ln soon amigo

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March 17th, 2024

yn.ln posted a new story

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garnacho7

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garnacho7 its a day filled with big wins ❤️

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yn.ln today has got to be the best day ever !! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ CMON UNITED !!!!!!

user my little scouse heart cannot handle it 😭 why does she have to be a united girlie

user streaming yn.ln to get over this heartbreak 💔

manchesterunited 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽 great to have you back yn ❤️

lucialoi united duo are back 💋

yn.ln never getting rid of us that easy

rasmus.hoejlund @/yn.ln since you are backkkkkk…..

yn.ln patience my friend, just landed less than 24 hours ago

user ngl hoejlund asking for concert tixs with no shame is such a mood

user girl if your besties girl is yn.ln i’d shamelessly beg for tix too

user @/yn.ln new music sooon ?

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yn.ln

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yn.ln its good to be home 🏠❤️

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garnacho7 never letting you leave again ! 😠❤️

rasmus.hoejlund get a room

kobbie there are kids on this app

user SHE IS IN THE STUDIO ! I REPEAT: SHE IS IN THE STUDIO

user pls im begging i want a teaser

user album listen party planning in the works! whos in ?

user ☝🏼

user ☝🏼

user everyone is excited about yn in the studio but im more interested why ale is dressed up so nice for the camera

user OMG IS HE IN THE MUSIC VIDEOS ?

user the delulu is strong now

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April 21st, 2024

yn.ln

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yn.ln WEMBLEY BOUND ⚽️❤️

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garnacho7 THATS HOW WE DO IT ❤️❤️❤️

manchesterunited ❤️⚽️💪🏽

jackgrealish see you in wembley

yn.ln you can bet on it

jackgrealish no matter how it goes still friends yeah

yn.ln 🤔🤔🤔 ill think about it

user not jack grealish in the comments

user to be fair the two of them have been friends for ages. not surprised

user jacko probably ensuring he still got friendship status at her concerts

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May 26th, 2024

yn.ln

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yn.ln manchester is forever red ❤️🏆

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garnacho7 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

masonmount damn the pictures came out great! please send the rest !!

yn.ln yes sir sending now 🫡

masonmount totally forgot about the whole espresso incident

yn.ln 🤐🤐🤐

user what espresso incident??? i need to know

user awww to be yn

user best WAG ever

marcusrashford10 the photo quality is amazing! hiring you next time for photos 📸

yn.ln thanks rashy ! atleast if the singing doesnt work out i got my photo gig

marcusrashford10 “singing doesnt work out” fam you need a better reason, from what ive heard im never gonna be able to hire you 🙄

yn.ln since when did you become so sweet

marcusrashford10 always been short and sweet

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user @/marcusrashford10 wdym “from what ive heard”

user has everyone at united heard the new album

rasmus.hoejlund 😏😏😏

user OMGGGG NO **** WAY

user YN RELEASE IT SOON! no way these footballers get to hear it before me !!!!!!!!!

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May 27th, 2024

teamyn, yn.ln

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teamyn keep a lookout besties cause your girl yn is going back to wembley on June 16th !

🔗 in bio to secure your tickets for the Capital FM Summertime Ball.

ticket sales start 28 May 2024 @ 9am

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rasmus.hoejlund please please please i want 2 tickets

yn.ln the day you dont get tickets is a day that will never come

rasmus.hoejlund @/garnacho7 your girl is the best

garnacho7 ofcourse i know that

garnacho7 finally get to see mi vida perform live !!! ❤️😆😁

yn.ln time for you to be the WAG now !!

garnacho7 im ready !! ive been waiting a long time for this

taylorswift you go girl !! so proud of you ❤️

yn.ln thank you taytay !!! ❤️

bensonboone we’re getting the band back together

yn.ln lets go rock wembleys socks off

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June 16th, 2024

garnacho7

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garnacho7 thats MY girl !! ❤️ te quiero mi vida 💋

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yn.ln thats MY boy ❤️ i love youuuu 💋💋💋

masonmount @/yn.ln more concert dates when 💳💸💰💳

marcusrashford10 you can take my money too

yn.ln calm down besties, just be patient

user something is cooking…. i just know it

user yn has changed the united boys

declanrice @/yn.ln after a banger like that, you better have more concert dates

yn.ln deccers you do realise when it happens you will be the first to know yeah

landonorris fancy performing at silverstone this year

yn.ln tempting offer 🤔 i might take you up on that lando

landonorris telling the organisers now

jackgrealish @/yn.ln that was one hell of a show ! you were amazing yn ! thank you for the tickets

yn.ln youre welcome jacko !! despite you being a bluey you will still get tickets

jackgrealish thats what i love to hear 🤍

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June 17th, 2024

yn.ln posted a story

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June 18th, 2024

yn.ln

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yn.ln go stream please please please now !!

Short n’ Sweet album out 23 August 2024

🔗 in bio

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garnacho7 FINALLY GET TO BLAST THIS IN THE CAR !!!!! ❤️

garnacho7 so proud of you mi vida ! cant wait for the full album to be released!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

yn.ln thank you mi corazon ❤️

user THIS SONG IS EVERYTHING

user its been on repeat all day

user MY QUEEN 👑👑👑

user GUYS!!! IT WAS RIGHT UNDER OUR NOSES THE WHOLE TIME

user wdym ??? what have i missed ??

user marcus mason and rasmus literally mentioned the album name and song titles in their comments

user it was all in plain sight

user they are f***g geniuses

user our queen spent too much time with taytay !

user these united boys know something 🤔

manchesterunited new song added to our playlist!! ❤️🎶

yn.ln you guys are too sweet

user GUYS THE MUSIC VIDEOOOOO

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user my jaw is on the ground

user since WHENNNN

user i get the alejandro hype now. never did understand it but i do now

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credits: all pictures are found from pinterest and instagram

a/n: sorry for the long wait!! thank you for reading this far!! If you have any one-shot scenarios send them to me!! I would love to try and recreate them for you ◡̈

[prettygirlstothefloor]

a messy review of TTPD

okay i need to preface this that i have the credentials to be able to speak my mind on her. i've been a fan since 2006. i've been a fan since i was 11 so don't get your panties in a bunch.

i think this album is messy. the production is the only thing i can really praise about it. the lead up to it and now the full release has just been so unbelievably messy. i'm going to make a continue reading for the people who still have yet to listen where i won't spoil it for you. PS. i do get mean in this. so if you're not wanting to hear critiques and criticism and taking that in, please scroll.

EDIT: this was pre-anthology release. so this is just based on the original 16 song release.

SPOILERS AHEAD

i am fully aware she is allowed to go through the grieving process of her breakup with joe. i respect that whole heartedly. i completely understand having someone in your life for such a big chunk and for them to be gone and feeling lost and alone and angry. what i don't like at all is essentially telling us in this album that she couldn't handle joe having severe depression. obviously i don't know everything that went down but it seems as though he didn't want to get married until he felt mentally better. and as someone who is also in the same boat as him, i also wouldn't want to fully commit to marriage until i felt like i could give them 100%. and if that's his biggest crime, being too depressed, then that's a her problem. being depressed is not all "haha relatable".

now onto... that man... i did not expect 90% of this album to be about him. i've only hated two people in my life. one being a family member of mine. the other, him (i will not be saying his name because he does not deserve it). the way she spent so much of this album talking about how she will defend him with her life. girl i am begging you to get up off the ground. it felt like a backstab from her in "but daddy, i love him" where she's basically saying fuck everyone for ruining a relationship i wanted. the reason no one wanted her with him is because he's a racist, misogynistic, homophobic asshole. i am aware he supports queer rights but it seems like he only cares about queer rights and the safety of queer people when it involves white queer people (ie. what happened in dubai and malaysia). i'm almost confident she cheated on joe with him while her and joe were still together. i'm sorry to taylor that i care about BIPOC and queer people's rights than making a racist white man happy.

joe truly got the short end of the stick here. he has been treated so horribly this past year by swifties who made up rumors about him just to make taylor seem like the good guy and the only thing this album told me was she was the villain in all of this. i hope joe has a good support system around him and i hope he's able to get any mental health help he needs. i do also think that taylor desperately needs a therapist as well. she is very adament about not having one and just using her mom and her friends but she needs an outside source to really listen and give her advice that isn't "yes man"-ing her all day long.

anyways, like i said at the beginning of this post, i enjoyed the production. my favorite songs were fortnight and who's afraid of little old me. it's gonna take time for me to enjoy this album outside of its messiness. i did enjoy midnights btw. so it's definitely not the sound i don't like it's just everything surrounding it.

70/100

[ultrone]

can you write something where jackie’s a swiftie and her tomboy gf (reader) that doesn’t really listen to taylor swift

𓂃 ⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪ swiftie jackie with tomboy gf who doesn’t listen to taylor

it took just one car ride with jackie to realize that she was a big swiftie. as you started the engine, you handed her the aux cord, and taylor swift's "last kiss" began to play.

you vividly recall how she passionately sang, “SO I'LL WATCH YOUR LIFE IN PICTURES LIKE I USED TO WATCH YOU SLEEEEP 😫💔” while dramatically shaking you by the shoulder, almost making you crash into a tree.

however, it wasn't until the fourth consecutive song that you discreetly attempted to skip it, growing tired of hearing the same type of tunes. that's when you realized that every single song on that playlist was by taylor swift.

you: “hey babe, mind if i change the playlist?” jackie: “i do mind. 🙄” you: “ok fine 😒”

she would play taylor's music all day long ─ in your car, in your bedroom, and even when you listened to music together and it was her turn to choose the songs. so, you decided to make an effort to get into her music. if jackie was gonna subject you to it, you might as well try to enjoy it.

so, one afternoon, when jackie had practice and you knew you wouldn't see her at all, you made up your mind and embarked on a mission to listen to taylor's entire discography. you ended up staying up until 4 in the morning.

the following morning, as you entered class with noticeable eye bags, you began to question whether your decision had been a good one. shauna, noticing your zombie-like appearance during the first block, asked if you were alright, and you ended up confessing what you were up to last night, making her promise you that she wouldn’t say anything, as you felt too exhausted to handle your girlfriend’s enthusiastic reaction. obviously, shauna ended up telling her anyway.

jackie didn't need to say a single word because the moment you spotted the enormous grin on her face as she approached you in the hallway, you knew shauna had snitched on you. and before you could even complain at her, she had already scurried away into her next class, leaving you to face the consequences alone.

world history class felt less like a study of world events and more like a study of taylor swift's discography, with jackie asking for your opinion on various songs, relentlessly quizzing you about your favorites.

jackie: “NOOOO, y/n. you have to listen to the ones that say '(taylor’s version)' right next to the title. hand me your phone.” you: “why? what’s that mean?”

she almost combusted when she saw your “trying to get into taylor” playlist and noticed how most of the songs were from the original albums. however, she didn't scold you as harshly as she had initially intended because she found it adorable that you had made a playlist in the first place 😭

the taylor's version of the "speak now" album coincided with your one-year anniversary with jackie, and you discovered that a cardigan was going to be released. of course, you thought it would be the perfect anniversary gift for your girlfriend.

she loved it so much she literally burst into tears, and from that day forward, she wore it to school every single day. the cardigan had a slightly oversized fit on her—which made her look very cute and cuddly—and she often paired it with a short skirt.

you and jackie looked really adorable together, so much so that lottie couldn't resist taking a polaroid picture. unbeknownst to you, she snapped the photo, causing both of you to turn around and face her when the flash caught your attention. you were leaning against your locker, clad in your favorite oversized sweatshirt and ripped baggy jeans. jackie stood in front of you, wearing her new cardigan and a stylish short skirt that accentuated her legs. her arms gently rested on your shoulders as she leaned in closer, beaming at you with a loving gaze and a wide, affectionate smile.

jackie took a picture of it with her phone and posted it on her instagram story. however, this time, she chose to add a love song by one of your favorite artists as the background music. she did it as a way to show her appreciation for your genuine effort to like taylor.

[starskq]

THERE FOR YOU / K.M

Pairing ◊ idol!reader x idol!minjae

Genre ◊ established relationship, fluff, slight angst

Warnings ◊ talk about a form of anorexia and burning out 

Word count ◊ 2,7k 

Summary ◊ Your group was having a comeback in a few weeks, and you were beyond stressed. Adding to your stress, your boyfriend Minjae was in the middle of the promotions for Xikers’ new album. You always made your relationship work, but not this time. You were under so much pressure that you passed out during practice. 

a/n ◊ Just something that was in the back of my head. Hope you enjoy!

You sat on your bed, your laptop propped open, and your face illuminated by the soft glow of he screen. Your group’s comeback was just a few weeks away, and the pressure was mounting. You glanced at the clock: 11:47 pm. You were waiting for Minjae to call. He had promised to video call you after finishing his practice. You had been crazy busy lately, juggling your schedules and trying to maintain your relationship in secret. 

The screen lit up with an incoming call. You quickly accepted, and Minjae’s tired but smiley face appeared. He looked exhausted, his hair damp with water, and you felt a pang of guilt for adding to his stress, a feeling that was becoming all too familiar. 

‘’Hey,’’ he said, managing a small smile. 

‘’Hey,’’ you replied, trying to sound cheerful despite being tired. ‘’How was rehearsal?’’ 

‘’Exhausting,’’ he sighed, running a hand through his hair. ‘’We keep going over the same parts over and over again. I think we’re all at our breaking point.’’ 

You nodded, understanding the feeling all too well. ‘’I get it. We had to redo our entire choreography three times today; I feel like my brain’s gonna explode. Nothing’s ever perfect enough.’’ 

Minjae leaned back, his frustration evident. ‘’I don’t know why they keep pushing us so hard. It’s not like we’re machines.’’ 

You bit your lip, hesitating before speaking. ‘’Well, maybe if you weren’t always so hard on yourself, it maybe wouldn’t feel that way.’’ 

His eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrow rising. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ 

‘’Just that you push yourself too hard sometimes,’’ you explained, your voice softening. ‘’You don’t have to be perfect all the time.’’ 

‘’And you’re the one talking,’’ he scoffed coldly. ‘’You know I have to be though. You don’t understand half of the pressure I’m under.’’ 

You felt your frustration rising. ‘’Don’t act like you’re the only one under pressure. I’m dealing with my own stress too, Minjae.’’ 

He scoffed again, his voice filled with frustration. ‘’Yeah, but at least your group already made their marks. You’re not getting compared to every other rookie group out there.’’ 

His words hurt you a little. Yes, your group debuted three years ago, but that did not mean you were not compared to every other group out there. Your eyes flashed with anger. ‘’And you think it's easy for me? We're constantly being criticized for our looks, our voices, everything. Don't belittle my struggles.’’

He sighed and rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. ‘’I'm not belittling you. I just...I don't know, y/n. Everything's piling up, and I don't know how to deal with it.’’

You felt a lump in your throat. ‘’It kinda feels like we're just taking our frustrations out on each other right now.’’ 

"Maybe we are,’’ Minjae admitted, his voice low.’’Maybe it's too much to handle right now.’’ 

You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You looked away quickly, trying to regain your composure. ‘’Look, it’s late. I should probably sleep. Long day tomorrow.’’ 

He nodded slowly, his face tense. ‘’That’s probably a good idea. Goodnight, y/n’’ 

‘’Goodnight.’’ 

The screen went dark as the call ended. You stared at your reflection on the black screen, feeling sadness and relief. You looked at the time; it was already late, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. You sighed heavily, rubbing your face with your hands. Your eyes were filled with tears, and you shook your head, hoping it would make them go away. 

Morning came fast, and you only slept an hour. It’s you who seem to be aligning at the moment. Your days had become a blur of rehearsals, no sleep, and barely any food. The pressure to look and perform perfectly weighed heavily on you. You skipped meals, surviving on water, an occasional piece of fruit, and vitamins, convinced you needed to stay as thin as possible. Today was no exception. The dance studio was filled with your comeback track blaring through the speakers. 

You glanced at your phone for the hundredth time today, but still no message from Minjae. You knew he was busy, but it still made you sad. You felt alone. You threw your phone across the room, and it landed on the little couch in the corner of the studio. The choreography started again, and you were at the center; your movements were shared, but your face showed exhaustion. Your group members, Hana, Jiwoo, and Mina, exchanged worried glances as they watched you push through the choreography. 

‘’Y/n, you need to take a break,’’ Hana called out during a brief pause in the music. ‘’You’ve been going nonstop.’’ 

‘’I’m fine,’’ you insisted, your voice strained. ‘’Let’s just do it one more time.’’ 

Jiwoo, the leader of your group, stepped forward, concern etched on her face. ‘’You don’t look fine. You’re pale, and you look like you’re about to pass out.’’ 

‘’I’m just a bit tired,’’ you said, brushing off their worries. ‘’We need to be perfect.’’ 

Mina, the eldest, put a hand on your shoulder. ‘’You know, pushing yourself this hard isn’t gonna help. When was the last time you’ve had a proper meal or a proper night’s sleep.’’

You shook your head, your vision blurring slightly as you did. ‘’I can’t afford to gain weight before the comeback.’’

You stepped back into position, determined to get through the routine again. The music started again, and you threw yourself into the dance, your movement increasingly unsteady. As you reached the final chorus, you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you, but you pushed through. The world around began to spin, the studio lights blurring into one another. Your breath came in short, labored gasps, and your limbs felt heavy. As you hit the final pose, your vision went black, and you fell onto the floor. 

‘’Y/n!’’ Hana screamed as she saw you collapsed to the floor. 

The music was cut off abruptly, and the member rushed to your side. You lay on the ground, unconscious and very pale. Mina frantically checked your pulse while Jiwoo classed for an ambulance. 

‘’She’s not waking up,’’ Mina said, her voice shaking. 

Jiwoo spoke urgently into her phone, explaining the situation to the emergency operator. Minutes felt like hours as they waited for the paramedics to arrive. Hana held your hand, tears streaming down her face. ‘’Please wake up. Please be okay.’’ 

When the paramedics arrived, they quickly assessed your condition. You were severely dehydrated and exhausted. They placed an oxygen mat over your face and prepared to lift you onto a stretcher. 

The members watched in helpless fear as you were carried away. They followed the ambulance in a different car, their hearts heavy with worry and guilt. They had seen the signs but couldn’t convince you to take better care of yourself. 

The girls were pacing back and forth in the waiting room as the doctors took you to run some tests. Hana was sitting in one of the metal chairs, her head in her hands, and Mina and JIwoo were walking back and forth. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as they anxiously waited for updates. 

‘’We should call Minjae,’’ Hana said, her voice trembling. ‘’He deserves to know what’s happening.’’ 

Mina shook her head, her eyes red from crying. ‘’He’s in the middle of a recording for a music show. We can’t disrupt him. ‘’

Jiwoo stopped and turned to face them. ‘’She’s his girlfriend. He needs to know. I don’t care if he’s recording.’’ 

‘’But what if it affects his performance?’’ Mina argued. ‘’He’s already under so much pressure.’’ 

Hana sighed, her frustration evident. ‘’This isn’t about his performance; this is about y/n. He should at least know what’s going on. Wouldn’t you like to know if something similar happened to Sunwoo?’’ 

Mina’s lips parted as she was going to answer, but the mention of her boyfriend made her stop. The argument continued, their voices rising in the silent room. Finally, Jiwoo raised her hands in surrender. ‘’Enough. I’m going to call him.’’ 

She retreated to a quiet corner of the waiting area, shaking her hands as she dialed Mine’s number. She took a deep breath as she heard the ringtone, praying he would pick up quickly. 

‘’Hello?’’ Minjae’s voice came through the phone, tired but surprised. Y/n’s member never called him unless it was something important. 

‘’Minjae, it’s Jiwoo,’’ she said, her voice breaking. ‘’It’s y/n, she’s… we’re in the hospital right now.’’ 

There was a brief pause before Mine’s tone changed to one of worry. ‘’What happened? Is she okay? Is she hurt?’’ 

‘’She… she collapsed during practice,’’ Jiwoo explained, her voice strained as the tears threatened to come out. ‘’She’s been pushing herself way too hard. Not eating, not sleeping… We’re waiting for updates, but apparently, she is extremely dehydrated and exhausted.’’ 

His heart sank as tears welled up in his eyes. ‘’Oh my god…’’ he said, his voice breaking. ‘’I’m leaving right now.’’ 

‘’Minjae, you’re in the middle of recording,’’ Jiwoo said, her voice gentle but firm. ‘’Finish your performance first, please. We can’t have you run away like that.’’ 

He shook his head as if she could see him, his voice filled with frustration. ‘’I can’t just stay here while she’s in the hospital.’’ 

Jiwoo tried to reassure him. ‘’We’ll be here with her, and I’ll text you if we have any updates. Just come as soon as you can, okay?’’ 

He sighed heavily. ‘’Okay. If she wakes up, tell her I love her. I’ll be there as soon as I’m done. We only have two cuts left to shoot.’’ 

As soon as the call ended, his focus was shattered. His group members noticed his distress immediately. Sumin, one of his closest friends and fellow members, approached him. 

‘’Hyung, everything okay? What’s wrong?’’ He asked, concern evident in his voice. 

‘’It’s y/n,’’ he replied, his voice strained. ‘’She collapsed during practice today. She’s in the hospital.’’ 

Sumin’s lips parted in shock. ‘’Oh my god, is she okay?’’ 

He bit his lips, trying to prevent a tear from slipping away from his eyes. ‘’The girls are waiting for an update. I don’t know.’’ 

He gently patted Minjae’s shoulder as support. The recording session dragged on painfully, each second feeling like an hour to Minjae. He pushed through the performance, his mind elsewhere, and his movements mechanical. Xikers’ member did their best to support him, but the worry was also evident on their faces. 

As soon as the final cut was called, Minjae didn’t bother to change out of his stage outfit or anything. He exited the studio and hopped in a taxi, giving the hospital’s address. He did not even take his bag or phone; he was too worried to think about anything other than coming to the hospital to be there for you. 

He busted into the hospital, still in his stage outfit, makeup smudged from sweat and worry. He found your members in the waiting room, their faces lighting up with relief as they saw him. 

‘’Minjae!’’ Hana exclaimed, rushing to him. 

‘’How is she?’’ He said, panting. 

‘’They’re still running some tests. We don’t have any information.’’ Jiwoo said, trying to keep her calm, but her eyes were puffy and red. 

Minjae nodded. ‘’What happened?’’ 

Jiwoo sighed, guilt evident in her voice. ‘’She’s been pushing herself too hard, practicing too hard. We tried to get her to slow down, but she wouldn’t listen.’’ 

He clenched his fists, anger mixing with his worry. ‘’You should’ve told me. I should’ve been there for her.’’ 

Hana placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. ‘’We all missed the signs. We didn’t realize how bad it was until now.’’

‘’And we had that stupid fight yesterday,’’ he said, more to himself, his voice a mere whisper. He ran his hand on his face. ‘’I should’ve been more understanding.’’ The guilt gnawed at him.

A tall man walked towards them, his expression serious. ‘’Hello, I’m Dr. Yoon,’’ he said, his voice serious. ‘’You’re y/n’s relatives, correct?’’ They all nodded. They all felt their heart race as they prepared themselves for the news. ‘’She is suffering from severe exhaustion, dehydration, and malnutrition.’’ He explained. ‘’Her body has been pushed beyond its limits, but she is stable now and responding to treatment, so that’s good news. She’ll need a lot of rest, paper nutrition, and time to recover fully.’’ 

‘’Can we see her?’’ Minjae asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

‘’You, you can go in,’’ the doctor replied. ‘’She’s still sleeping, and letting her rest is important. You can one by one.’’ 

Minjae looked at your members, who nodded at him, saying he should go first. He nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and worry. He followed the doctors into your room, his heart racing as he saw you lying there, pale and fragile. He gently took your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin against his. 

He sat down beside her bed, his fingers slightly brushing your hair. Tears moistened his eyes, and he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. He had been so caught up in his stress that he hadn’t seen the signs. He hadn’t been there for you when you needed him the most. 

‘’I’m so sorry, my love.’’ He whispered, his voice choked with emotion. ‘’I should have been there for you.’’ 

Ten minutes passed, and he watched you breathe, waiting for any sign that you were waking up. Finally, your eyes fluttered open, and you looked around, disoriented. He quickly regained his composure. 

‘’Y/n.’’ He said softly, trying to form a smile somehow. ‘’Hey there, sleepyhead.’’ 

You blinked, your eyes focusing on him. ‘’Minjae? What happened?’’ 

‘’You collapsed during practice,’’ he explained gently, trying to keep his voice steady. ‘’You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. The doctors said you to rest.’’ 

‘’Oh my god,’’ you said, tears welling up in your eyes. ‘’Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.’’ 

He smiled, though his eyes glistened with tears, and shook his head. ‘’You sure scared me. But what’s important now is that you’re okay. And you better believe I’m going to make sure you take care of yourself from now on,’’ he leaned closer, kissing your forehead softly. ‘’You know, you don’t always have to be perfect. You’re already perfect to me, love.’’ 

You managed a small smile, your hand squeezing his. ‘’Thank you for being here.’’

‘’Where else would I be ?’’ He replied, his tone playful. You’re stuck with me now, whether you like it or not.’’ 

You glanced at him, eyes widening slightly. ‘’Why are you in your stage outfit?’’ 

He chuckled, brushing off her concern. ‘’Don’t worry about that right now. Just focus on getting better.’’ 

‘'No, really,’’ you insisted. ‘’Tell me why.’’

He sighed, relenting. ‘’ I rushed here right after my recording. I didn't even change. I just had to make sure you were okay.’’

Your eyes softened, tears welling up again. ‘’I'm so sorry for making you worry. And we had that stupid fight yesterday…’’

Minjae shook his head, gently placing a hand on your head. "Shh, let's not think about that. What's important is that you're going to be okay. We'll talk about everything else later.’’ He smiled, looking at you. He gently scolded you, trying to keep the mood light. ‘’And no more skipping meals or staying up all night, okay? I want you to be healthy and happy. Understood?’’ 

‘’Yes, sir,’’ you slightly chuckled, your voice weak. ‘’I promise.’’ 

Minjae chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. ‘’Good. Because if you don't, I'll have to call you by all those embarrassing pet names you hate in front of everyone.’’

You laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. ‘’Alright, alright. No more pushing myself too hard.’’

"That's my girl," Minjae said, his heart swelling with love. He stayed by her side, holding your hand. For the rest of the day, he never left your side? He watched you as you slept, making sure you were comfortable and did not need anything, and when you woke up, he was there, ready with a smile and gentle words. He promised himself he would never leave your side and always be there for you from now on. 

[stargirlfics]

The Gentleman Chapter 2: Sugar Plum

Alfred Pennyworth x Black Dancer!Reader

Summary: First dates are for getting swept off your feet

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, age gap mentions, lots of fluff, mutual pining and flirting, major protective!alfred vibes, smut: thigh/lap grinding, oral (reader receiving), praise kink, voice kink

Word Count: 6.3k

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Time had passed agonizingly slow much of the week leading up to your date with Alfred. You were restless and eager for more time spent with him, your daydreams filled with memories of that kiss.

It was the kind of kiss that made your heart flutter, and your head dizzy, sparking a thousand little fires inside you all at once and not a single one had waned or been extinguished since.

The week had also been spent wrestling between wanting to lean into how good this connection felt already and scolding yourself for wanting to at the same time.

Getting wrapped up in your head about it all came naturally, figures, but you did your best to stay present, optimistic, indulging yourself just a little in daydreams about being his, about getting to kiss him any time you wanted.

On the surface, you’d done much better at concealing the eruption of emotions ricocheting inside you than expected, throwing yourself into work, your dancing, tending The Iceberg’s bar on the nights you weren’t on stage. It kept you busy and out of your head which was exactly what you needed.

Kiera was the only one amongst your dancer friends who knew about Alfred, her ability to just spot these things catching you off guard even after becoming so close.

You had tried to play it cool that night at The Magpie but couldn’t escape her questions about whose coat it was you were wearing, or why your eyes kept searching the tables, or who you snuck off to meet on the balcony earlier. And despite your hesitations on speaking of it too soon, it felt good to gush about it, her excitement for you putting some of your nervous tension at ease.

“This is already so romantic! Do you know where he’s gonna take you?”

“I know! He’s been so charming, it’s kinda all I can think about lately. But he’s taking me Downtown, to Tony’s,” you couldn’t help but laugh at her exaggerated jaw drop.

“Girl! Good for you! He’s so attractive and he’s right, you do deserve this.”

It was the reminder of that, his words, that made you take a proper deep breath for the first time all week as you got ready a little while before he was going to pick you up, taking your time, making the moment special.

Sifting through your collection of vinyl records, you decided on a favorite album of yours, putting it on as you went through your getting ready routine, laying out a few outfits to choose from after, going for something warm and comfortable but something you also still felt beautiful in.

The excitement and anticipation had fully set in once you finished adding the final touches to your makeup and jewelry, making sure the accent pins nestled in the tight coils of your curls were in place, not surprised but heart still beating fast at the punctual knock on your front door right on the hour.

Giving yourself one last once over you greeted Alfred with a happy sigh, a moment of slow motion hanging in the air as you took each other in.

You were acutely aware of his eyes on you, sliding down your form, his expression one of full admiration, and you, doing the same to him, resisting the urge to visibly swoon over how pristinely he was dressed, or how quietly confident he stood before you, gold handled cane in hand.

“Oh wow, darling, you look so beautiful! How are you?” the smooth gravel of his voice doing more to give you goosebumps than the chill outside.

His compliment had you beaming shyly, “I’m good, I’ve been looking forward to this all day so it’s gotten a lot better now that you’re here, and you don’t look so bad yourself.” you teased, thanking him quickly after when he moved to hold your purse as you slipped your coat on.

“I’m glad to hear it…shall we?” The gentle offering of his hand made your stomach flutter as you nodded, your hand sliding into his like a seamless fit, a warm comfort following his touch.

On the drive to the restaurant, you couldn’t help but peek at him, taking in details.

The way his hands looked on the steering wheel of the sleek Audi, how elegant his movements were without even trying, how even the mundane act of him driving made you feel things, just how unfairly handsome he looked in profile, the neat trim of hair framing his jaw perfectly, the relaxed but still perfect posture giving a broadness to his frame, to his arms and shoulders that you couldn’t stop thinking of touching.

Everything about him interested you and you were nearly helpless to the pull.

Once you arrived the feeling only deepened, Alfred giving his name for the dinner reservations he’d made, your hand tucked under his arm as you were led through the romantic and swanky restaurant to a quieter, more private section.

You let him pull your chair out for you before you got comfortable at the intimate table for two, appreciating how special and thought out this felt, the bubble of chatter from the other guests dimmed but still near, the atmosphere soft and inviting.

Slipping into conversation was easy as you browsed over the menu together and decided on what to order.

“I have to admit, I was a bit worried of what you’d think of me asking to take you out,” Alfred chuckled when you recounted your anticipation of the week leading up to this, “I know I’m a much older man and I just hope you didn’t think I was trying to take advantage.”

Your own laugh bubbled up softly as you reassured him that you didn’t think that at all, “I appreciate your concern, I know there’s a bit of an age gap but it doesn’t bother me, how we ended up meeting was a little crazy but your generosity in helping me and then running into you again…I just knew there was something there and was hoping to spend more time with you.”

“Good, I’m relieved to hear that, and I hope you haven’t had any more trouble being followed or harassed, I’ve been meaning to ask about that, I’ve been worried.”

His added concern about the incident that had thrust you into his arms, quite literally, reminded you of some information about your stalker you had learned recently that you were trying not to think about.

Telling him the truth, that you hadn’t had any more issues recently but deciding for now to leave out that your boss had ordered one of his men to follow you that morning, an intimidation tactic in response to your insolence.

You didn’t want to worry Alfred any more than he already was, because frankly it wasn’t a surprise to learn Oz was the one behind it and you didn’t want to sour the mood of tonight, determined to enjoy this.

Eventually, the conversation moved towards other things as your food arrived at the table and you both dug in, learning that Alfred oversaw business ventures and financials and a whole slew of things at Wayne Enterprises alongside Mr. Wayne who’d been out in the public eye more often lately and was helping him and Mayor Bella Reàl amend damages unintentionally caused by the Renewal Fund.

You loved hearing him talk even though he was reserved with his words, hungry to know whatever he’d tell you about himself and silently promising to care for every tidbit you acquired, wanting to earn his trust.

“But enough about me, I seem to remember you mentioning you danced in a show the other night, are you a ballerina?”

Your amused laugh made him look up from his dish, a curious flicker to his eyes as you began to explain.

“I have a ballet background for sure, it was my first introduction to dance and what made me fall in love with the art, I was a ballerina for a time growing up but I’m an exotic burlesque kind of girl now.”

“Ah, would I be embarrassingly wrong in saying, exotic burlesque as in Moulin Rouge?”

“No actually, you’re on the money! That’s the same vibe of The Iceberg Lounge. All the dancers get a solo slot in each show to perform, we make a full production out of it really, the shows have elements of tango and cabaret, ballet, and pole dancing too, I like that I get some freedom to make it my own and our costume designers are actual saints because I always feel so luxurious in their pieces on stage!”

You realized you had begun to ramble a bit, caught up in your joy about the parts of your job you adored but was happy to see he didn’t mind, he encouraged you to continue actually, answering more of his questions about it.

It felt good to be shown this kind of interest, to know he wouldn’t dismiss you, that he didn’t seem to think anything less of you because of the kind of dancer you were, tethering you further to that feeling of safety and understanding he’d given you from the moment you met.

The conversation eventually flowed back to him, unable to keep your questions at bay, listening intently as he explained how he had ended up here in Gotham, your interest piqued at how he was former British Intelligence, MI6 to be exact, though the revelation was fitting once it sank in, he was exactly the kind of man you’d think of when it came to that sort of thing.

And then the surprise softened when he recounted how he ended up in the service of The Wayne’s once he retired from the Intelligence business.

Your heart lurched when you learned he had been a bodyguard for Thomas and Martha Wayne, had been in their lives since Bruce was just a small boy, a sad fondness in his tone talking about those early days, telling you that he’d been named Bruce’s caretaker when they had passed, a proud smile creeping back onto his features as he talked about Bruce at your insistence.

It warmed your heart to hear about their bond, that it hadn’t always been easy or smooth sailing especially as Bruce had gotten older, grief and growing pains coming to the surface as he entered adulthood.

But things had gotten better in the past year, their relationship on more solid ground now, and it wasn’t hard to see the utmost pride and love pouring from the older man as he spoke about Bruce. You could tell he was like a father to him; whatever the circumstances were, he’d always care for him as his own.

The hours passed quickly much to your dismay, not realizing how long you’d spent talking even after dinner had been finished, good wine and butterflies warming your belly as you relaxed, admiring him quietly as he paid and offered his hand out to you again when it was time to leave.

You kept yourself tucked close as you walked to the car, thankful for the heat his body provided and of course just to be in his space, hands twined together, reluctant to let go as you reached his car.

Everything about tonight had been perfect and you didn’t want it to end but had a good feeling that there would be more dates to go on, the feeling made certain when Alfred walked you back to your apartment, finding yourself pressed gently against the door, his lips on yours, the first time since the kiss in his office.

God, how he managed to make you so weak kneed was a question you still didn’t have an answer to but you didn’t mind in the slightest, sighing softly as you kissed him back, your hand resting against his chest while his own cupped the side of your face, hands warm and sweet.

If you didn’t have to breathe, you were sure you’d never stop kissing but even the deprivation of oxygen was made sweet by him.

“I had a lovely time tonight, darling and I hope you did too. You’ve really been all that’s on my mind since we met and I’m glad for it, I want you to know that, and if you’d allow me, I want to see you again, whenever you’re comfortable.”

Alfred spoke carefully, but steadfast in his words, your heart fluttering for the dozenth time tonight when he leaned in again to touch his forehead to yours, then pulling back a bit, giving you space to think, to answer.

The words weren’t hard to come by, “Likewise, Alfred. I’d love to see you again too! I’ll be on stage for the next handful of nights and I know you’re busy too but I want to spend time with you again soon. Thank you for a wonderful first date, I don’t think I’ve felt this special in quite awhile.”

“You deserve to feel special, and it’s a bit selfish of me maybe but I’m happy to be the one to make you feel that way. Thank you, my dear, for such a good evening.”

That familiar reluctance to let go was back as you said goodnight upon hushed promises to be in touch soon, Alfred waiting till you’d fished out your keys and were safely inside before he made his way home too.

Everything had fallen into place just right.

-

In the days after the date, your world seemed to shift, to expand, a new space created for these new and bubbling feelings, a certain sprinkle of something magical brightening up your world now that Alfred was slowly becoming part of it.

Phone calls from him now went from once every couple days to hours spent talking nearly every night, even when he was working late, even when you were exhausted from dancing and rehearsing hours on end.

Time spent talking to each other made all the sense in the world.

It’s in one of your nightly calls that spending an evening together again came up, with Alfred admitting that he’d come calling about that second date, had already planned it out and intended it to be a bit of a surprise but just couldn’t resist when you asked.

Chuckling at your muffled squeal through the phone when he told you he had two tickets to Gotham City Ballet’s Nutcracker and would be delighted to treat you to it.

You were beaming at how thoughtful his planning had been, a direct callback to something you’d told him during your first date, that during your ballet days you had auditioned for the production of The Nutcracker your dance studio put on, finding yourself lucky enough to be chosen as the Sugar Plum Fairy.

You had adored dancing the role, telling him how this time of year always brought back fond memories, that it had been quite some time since you’d actually gone to see a ballet but your love for it never faded.

It meant a great deal that he picked up on that detail and made it something you could share with him.

Kiera nearly lost her mind when you told her about it, arriving at your door in record time soon after to help you go through outfit choices to match the elegance of a night out at the ballet.

There was one gown tucked away in your closet that you thought would do nicely, the semi-plunging neckline and low leg split of the fabric giving you a happy excuse to wear it out somewhere, to wear it for him.

It had been the perfect choice judging by the way Alfred had looked at you when he came to pick you up that night, his gaze leaving you a flustered mess.

Any and every compliment was given, each of them ones you’d remember and cherish, thinking there’s nothing else that could outdo the heady boost his words gave you, only to be met with another little surprise; a bright and beautiful bouquet of pink and red roses awaited you in the car.

This felt like such a fairytale you sometimes wondered if you should pinch yourself.

“These are so beautiful! Thank you for this, oh my gosh, and they smell amazing!”

“I was happy to, love! Although I’m sure I annoyed the florist with how long I spent choosing it. I’m a bit particular when it comes to roses and you should only have the best.”

Your heart didn’t stand a chance against him, you realized, it really didn’t and you didn’t mind in the slightest.

-

Gotham’s opera house was rife with activity, a hub of chatter and the rhythmic tap of Alfred’s cane against the floor as he moved with you, smooth in his approach as he offered to take your coat to the coat check before going off to your seats.

Once he sidled away with them in hand, you took a moment to people watch, your attention snagged upwards as you admired the high sloping, ornate ceilings when a low wolf whistle drew your attention, the content expression on your face evaporating instantly.

Out of all places, here and now was where you least expected to run into Johnny Charisma, one of the cabaret singers who often performed at The Iceberg.

Him and Oz were one in the same, big ego, sleazy behavior, the type of men who liked to poke and harass and get in your face.

Your attention shifted back to people watching in the opposite direction, hoping Alfred would be back soon when Johnny moved to be in your line of sight.

“Man, does that dress do wonders for your ass, darlin, thought Oz didn’t let his girls out of his sight, you here with him?”

“Nope. I don’t have time nor am I here for you or him, actually. I’m on a date and wanna be left alone, thanks.” you wanted to gag at his use of that pet name, repulsed by the leery edge to his tone.

You knew he wouldn’t care, knew that he relished in how uncomfortable he was making you but hoped just this once he’d take the hint.

“Aww come on, baby, I haven’t seen you in forever and that’s how you treat me?”

“Jesus Christ, I’m not your baby and yeah that’s what happens when you get kicked out of the Lounge for assaulting the dancers, if I weren’t in this dress I’d kick your ass for that again.”

He was about to retort with something but a familiar hand was at your back, sliding across to rest at your waist. Alfred had returned.

“Excuse me, is he bothering you, love?”

A tingle ran down your spine, not anticipating that Alfred would be behind you so suddenly, pressing close to you, his presence enveloping, protective.

“I’m okay, he was just leaving.” you moved your hand to his still on your waist, squeezing his fingers comfortingly.

You weren’t sure how much of that Alfred had heard but judging by the tension in his body language he’d caught the bad vibe.

Maybe you should explain, and you would later you decided but wanted to exit the current situation as quickly and easily as possible.

“I don’t think we’ve met, the name’s Johnny Charisma, maybe you’ve heard of me, and you are?” he stuck his hand out in greeting but Alfred made no moves to shake his hand.

It made you want to laugh, just how “not about it” Alfred was towards him off the bat, feeling less uncomfortable now that he was here.

Silence blanketed the moment as Alfred looked him up and down just once before speaking.

"That’s an astounding amount of confidence in your choice of a stage name for someone who lacks any shred of charisma at all. Leave the lady be, you heard her.”

Oh. Why was that so attractive to you?

Something about the clipped and stern tone in Alfred’s voice was doing things to you.

Not to mention him standing up for you. The fact that it didn’t feel patronizing spoke volumes, because yes you had stood up for yourself but you also didn’t have to, because Alfred continued to show you that he’d have your back.

Then the stifled giggle you had held in broke free at the snark in Alfred’s voice, the quip of his so tastefully done.

Johnny was visibly more than displeased and somehow that made it all the better.

“Sure thing, you just be careful with that one, she’s just a golddiggi-…” he stops short and you realize it's the quiet fury in Alfred's eyes that has him falling silent.

“Oh by all means, continue. It'd bloody well make my night if you did."

That was all the threat needed for the singer to scoff and walk away, the crease between Alfred’s brow smoothing as he finally whisked you away to take your seats.

“Hey, thank you for that,” you squeezed his arm as you walked, peeking at him shyly, a sudden wave of worry at what he might be thinking of you settling in, still learning to read his always polite and stoic face.

“And about what he said, I don’t want you to think I’m only interested in this for money or-“ but he was gently hushing you before you could finish.

“I know, darling, you don’t have to explain. I don’t want you worrying about that.”

A breath of relief left your lungs and you nodded, resigning to put the moment behind you, because he trusted you too and that’s what mattered.

His hand never parted from you as you found your seats on the upper balcony level, your breathing going shallow at how natural his hand felt resting against your thigh as you sat down.

Your entire body buzzing at the weight of his touch, the protective pressure making you want to clench your thighs together at the ache blooming in your core.

The lights in the opera house dimmed and you gave his fingers an excited squeeze as the stage curtain was pulled back, the familiar notes of the music beginning.

You don’t think the smile left your face for the entire show, unable to help but gush about how much you loved this all during intermission, exchanging your favorite parts, Alfred’s hand still warm and comforting against your thigh.

The unmistakable little gasp of anticipation you gave making him chuckle slightly next to you during the Waltz of the Snowflakes, one of your favorite dances in the ballet, just wishing you could be twirling amongst the falling snow on the stage, in love with how dreamy and romantic the scene was.

You felt so special to share this with him, to have this be one of your first dates with him, it felt right, being next to him, like it’s right where you belonged.

-

After, in the car, you felt giddy with the romance of it all. Thinking of just how great of a time you had tonight, being on his arm, feeling like you were his tonight, remembering how he had defended you, how protective and caring he’d been with you the entire night.

It left you feeling bold, wanting to try something, to reward him with a little bit of teasing.

You were watching him through your lashes as he drove you home, your attention always seeming to snag on his hands on the steering wheel, almost wanting to laugh at how turned on he made you just from doing the simplest actions.

Shifting in your seat so he’d notice, you let the slit of your dress fall open just a tad from where it had ridden up, baring the skin of your thigh, pretending to fiddle with something in your small clutch before you let your fingers subtly slide across your skin there.

His audible, deep breath in was your indication that he’d seen the gesture, leaving you even more restless when his hand left the wheel to rest against where your fingers had been, his thumb swiping across your skin gently.

Just like your first date he walked up to your door, still feeling something lingering there, something you wanted to explore, not wanting to end the night just yet.

“Hey, would you like to come in for a bit? I know it’s getting late but…”

“I’d love to, it’s not too late, I promise.”

He held your roses for you while you unlocked the door and the warmth and coziness of your apartment welcomed you.

Telling him to make himself comfortable, you shed your coat and set your clutch bag and keys aside, leaving his side to head to the kitchen, getting your bouquet situated in a proper vase.

Once you felt satisfied with the display you returned to the living room, leaning against the wall as you undid the straps of your heels, not getting very far before Alfred was at your side, coat and suit jacket off now, crouching down to help steady you as one foot met the floor, your hand gripping his shoulder as you leaned against him to remove the other.

The realization that the thigh slit of your gown was eye level with him made you pause, because if you shifted your weight, your leg would be on display through the fabric.

It took you all but two seconds to decide to make the move, holding your breath as his eyes tracked up from your discarded heels to your calf and then your knee and the bit of your thigh poking through.

It was an invitation you hoped he would accept. Letting go of your worry that you were moving in this direction too fast for his liking, focusing only on how much you wanted him.

“I don’t want you to go yet…” you admitted without shame, sighing softly when he stood up, taking a step closer to you, the wall meeting your back.

“Then I’ll stay for as long as you want me here. Is there anything else you’d like, sweetheart? Tell me...”

His voice had dropped low, an edge, a huskiness to his tone that made you dizzy with want.

All that teasing had caught up to you, now seeing how it had affected him, how much he was wanting you too.

“Can you help me with my dress?” your pulse raced, reaching out to touch his tie, your fingers moving to feel over his shoulder, eyes flicking up to his, thighs clenching on their own accord at the way he was looking at you.

“Absolutely…bedroom?”

Your eager nod was all it took and he was stepping away for a moment, giving you space to move from the wall, trailing close behind as you led him to your room.

The air seemed to evaporate the moment you shut the door, moving further into the room, sinking your toes in the plush rug near your vanity, removing some of your jewelry, the pins in your hair, mirroring him as he fished his phone and keys out of his pants pocket, setting them on your nightstand along with his cufflinks.

You were suddenly acutely aware of him inching closer then, turning to face away from him until his hand was ghosting over your back, your shoulder, finding the side zipper on your gown.

“Darling?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want you to feel obligated to do this, we can go as slow as you’d like, just as long as you know there’s no pressure from me. I only want you to be comfortable.”

His sincerity made you melt inside, appreciative that he was looking out for you, always. It’s perhaps what made your desire for him so much stronger, knowing you’d be safe in his hands.

“I know, but I want this. I want you. You’ve taken such good care of me already and I’ve been wanting you to touch me all night.”

The confession slipped from your lips easily, your walls coming down gently as he pulled the zipper down slow, humming at your words.

“Oh, me too. God, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you.”

With the dress now loose against your body, you shimmied out of it the rest of the way, letting it pool at your feet, sighing softly when Alfred moved closer, your back pressing against his chest, his head dipping down to kiss your shoulder.

“You are so stunning you know that? Just look at you…I’m so lucky.” he cooed, voice rough and low against the shell of your ear as his hands roamed, caressing over your arms, your torso, and you, hardly able to breathe, skin hot from his praise as you watched through the mirror of your vanity.

Eventually his light touches weren’t enough, the ache between your thighs growing incessant, turning to face him, your shyness at being so exposed, in only your bra and underwear, fading, letting him see you, knowing there’d be nothing but affection for you.

Your mouths met hungrily, bodies pressing together, with you leading, moving him back until the edge of your bed was colliding with his legs, encouraging him to sit against the mattress.

His hands explore much to your delight, caressing and gripping, making their way down to cup your ass while your arms thread across his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer.

The hand still kneading the muscle of your backside eventually gripped you more firmly, pulling your leg up so your knee was on the bed in a halfway straddle of his lap.

You took the hint, doing the same with your other leg, letting him situate you against his body, your heart pounding at how sturdy he was, strong arms coming up to support your torso while his mouth moved down to kiss and nip at the column of your neck, then further down to your breasts.

It was the fact that you were nearly naked in his arms while he sat, still fully clothed, the contrast igniting your desire tenfold.

You held back from doing much, unsure how far to go but was given an answer when Alfred’s hands moved down to your hips, pushing down, moving your core against his lap, encouraging you to grind against him.

He smiled at your needy whine, swallowing it with a kiss, enjoying the feel of your hands digging into the muscle of his shoulders, and how good you felt in his arms.

It wasn’t long before the need for more came creeping in again, happy when Alfred shifted, taking you with him, laying you down on your back, pausing for a second to check in with you before you were giving him the okay, helping him push your panties down your thighs.

Your knees parted slowly for him, toes pointing as you bared yourself to him, letting him see you, pushing up onto your elbows with a smile when you heard him curse under his breath at the sight, at the way you glistened for him already.

The way he looked at you, like you were good enough to eat was everything, his hands coming up to knead your thighs, slowly working his touch inward, towards the place you want him most.

A sharp, hushed gasp left your lips and your hips jolted when his fingers finally swiped over your folds, collecting your arousal.

“Fuck. Do you always get this wet when I kiss you?”

You couldn’t form words anymore, resigning yourself to nodding in response, whimpering at the searing touch of his fingers rubbing tight circles against your clit now.

Alfred got comfortable next to you on the bed, his lips pressing kisses to your knee and the side of your thigh as he kept his fingers moving, waiting till your hips started to move against them to press kisses along your inner thigh next.

Soft moans and whimpers filled the air the more stimulation he gave you until you were whining for more and he was burying his face in your pussy, tongue flicking out to finally taste you, groaning gruffly against your core.

His tongue felt incredible, swirling against your clit a few times before moving down, hungry to taste you further, lapping at your entrance before repeating the movement.

You shuddered, watching him with heavy lidded eyes, groaning at the prickle of his beard against your skin, your body sensitive, opening up for him.

“That feels so good, Alfred…baby, oh my god.” you cry out when he focuses solely on your clit, figuring out what made your body respond the most.

Your blood felt electric, the sensation of his hands, the weight of them on your hips, broad shoulders keeping your thighs spread wide, it made you squirm in his hold, earning you an amused hum as he continued to lick at your clit.

“Just lay back, sweetheart. I have you,” his sultry voice against your core was the final push, your arms giving out underneath you, laying back against the mattress fully, letting the pleasure take hold of you.

Tilting your head to the side you caught his gaze, the building pressure in your tummy tightening, your body tensing in his arms as you felt it approaching.

“Oh, fuck…I’m so close, please,” your whimper was unbelievably needy, all sense of reservation gone from your mind as you bucked your hips up against his tongue, your hands tugging desperately at the sheets.

Alfred kept himself pressed tight against you as the pleasure reached its peak, your orgasm hitting you hard. He groaned in unison with you, watching as your eyes fluttered shut.

“That’s it, good girl.”

His praise made you clench around nothing as your moans died down, his tongue returning to give you a few more gentle licks before you were reaching down to pull him up.

After catching your breath, he pulled back, standing as you moved to sit on your knees, crawling closer to where he was at the edge of the bed in silent encouragement, gazing up at him with what must have been stars in your eyes.

“Can I?” you bit your lip, still kneeling on the bed, eyeing the strained bulge tenting his dress pants.

“Please,” came the gruff growl, your hand surging forward, palming him, nearly whining at the heaviness, at how thick you could tell he was through his pants.

You peeked up at him to see he was already looking at you, eyes molten, full of need, his hips rocking into your touch.

The heated spell of eye contact was broken by the sharp buzzing of Alfred’s phone on your bedside table.

You began to pull away, distracted by the noise but he reached out to cup your face, pulling you back, and then crushing his lips to yours, the whine in your throat releasing at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

The phone buzzed urgently again and this time Alfred pulled away with an annoyed growl, apologizing for the interruption. You told him it was okay if he needed to take a moment when he let you know it was Bruce who had called, his expression grateful.

While he was busy on the phone you got comfortable, sprawling out across the bed, being patient but teasing him just a little with cheeky movements of your legs, copying the sexy floorwork dances you’d been practicing lately.

“Love, I’m so sorry. I have to cut this short, Bruce needs my assistance tonight, things have been a little busy lately with the company, he’s been under some stress and I’m…” the words were tinged with anxiety and regret but you were stopping him short, rising to press a palm against his bearded cheek.

Because he didn’t have to finish. You understood.

I’m all he has left.

Bruce needed him and you weren’t upset by the change in things, yes it was the untimely and all you wanted right now was to feel him in and around every part of you but, you bargained that you could wait a little while more. Alfred was more than worth the wait.

The reassurance in your response seemed to remedy his worry, “Thank you for being so good to me, I promise I will be picking this up where we’ve left off as soon as there’s time.”

“That’s all I was going to ask for, and of course. You made tonight so amazing.” you leaned in to touch your forehead to his, trying to behave despite the temptation to pull him back into bed.

As dismayed as you were to not have him to yourself for longer tonight, watching him redo his tie and make himself look presentable again was a nice treat.

Any chance you’d get to admire him was welcome and you didn’t miss the way he was admiring you too as he put his cufflinks back on.

He wished you goodnight at the door, pressing a sweet little kiss to your forehead before he was off, waiting till he was pulling down the street to head back to your room, a warmth flooding your body at the glimpse of the roses he’d given you on the dining room table.

Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, caught up in the physical attraction, your heart speaking louder than your head but there was something about this, with him that felt solid.

Feelings were messy and scary and you weren’t completely sure what you were feeling at this point but you did know you wanted to let this take you wherever it would, knowing Alfred would handle you carefully the entire way.

You were safe in his hands and you hoped he felt safe in yours too.

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A/N: It’s finally here! Ahh this really has been such a blast to write! Also hope all those who’ve played the Batman games liked the little nod to the Johnny Charisma character I included in the story! I just felt like he fit the vibe well! And of course Alfred has my entire heart, I hope this was as dreamy as I tried to write it!

Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think! Love y’all! 💌

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A ted talk on why Neo-Traditionalism of Japan is underrated

The album announcement has put me in a hifuu mood which made me fall in love with NToJ. At first, I never really cared for the album. In fact, I used to think it was the worst one out of ZUN's Music Collection. But after listening to it thoroughly, I think this album rocks actually. And I'm gonna tell you why.

the remixes

The songs that ZUN chose to remaster for this album are great picks imho, i mean, Unkown X? Fate of Sixty Years??? The new versions of these tracks are all fantastic, because they update the instrumentation to sound more akin to that of TD and DDC, while not straying too far from the original versions, making for an awesome listening experience. The best remix in this album hands down is Let's Live in a Lovely Cemetery, which adds a nice blend of traditional Japanese instruments. I'd go as far to say it's an upgrade from the original from Ten Desires.

2. The originals

Now even though the remixes are great, that doesn't stop the original tracks from being just as fantastic. They al have this really calming, soothing vibe to them, that really makes the album nice to listen to when relaxing. The instrumentation is also fantastic, blending traditional instruments with electronic ones, perfectly fitting the "Neo-traditionalism" aspect of the album. All of the tracks were great, but there are two that really stuck with me. First, Izanagi Object. It starts mysterious and slowly builds it's way up to a relaxing but up-beat melody for the climax of the song. This one in particular leans more to the futuristic side of things. On the other hand, Led On By a Cow to Visit Zenoku Temple leans more to the traditional side of things, with a serene, almost nature-esque vibe. I also love how the Theme of Eastern Story leitmotif is handled here, it sort of starts off like a title theme, and ends up sounding like a stage theme towards the end. Love it.

3. The story

The story (and the entire album to an extent) is a sequel to Trojan Green Asteroid, where Merry is done recovering from her otherworldly sickness. After Renko and Merry reunite, they start exploring Shinshuu. There's a lot of neat lore in here! It mentions how there's no real vegetation left on earth, and that it's all artificial, which is a nice reminder that hifuu takes place in the future, and it also states that Merry has no family living in Japan, suggesting she's from another country. It also shows that Merry's power getting stronger caused Renko to worry, showing that they do care about each other. It's a good read.

In conclusion, go give NToJ a listen! It's a great album, and also a nice recap for the upcoming new hifuu album.

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oopsie new gemini heist au just dropped! they're in a metal band now!!!

featuring Zeya on drums, Leo on lead guitar + vocals, Illiana on vocals, Euna on bass, and Gabi on keys!

gemini heist wip intro | art tag | instagram

a little explanation, some ramblings, and an effects-free version below

so this is my cousin's fault lmao. i was telling her about this wip and said something along the lines of "Leo and Zeya have different flavours of abandonment issues" and she replied "that would make such a good band name" and so. uh. the concept of the girls in a band immediately possessed me and i have been doing nothing for the last three days but drawing feverishly 🥲

(krita says i spent nearly 15 hours on this but that feels like a lie.)

legally i have to name the band the Sirens since it's their crew name but Flavours of Abandonment can definitely be their album lmao.

their sound would most resemble Conquer Divide (aka my 2023 most played artist):

i didn't spend more than 5 seconds assigning the girls their instruments but the more i think about it the more it makes sense. Zeya, for example, who is very small and very angry, gets to hit things very hard with sticks that can be analogous to her daggers.

as the keyboardist Gabi has tons of equipment and like, 4 different keyboards for different sounds that she spends countless hours programming, which just felt fitting since she's the tech person in the main canon. (source: my brother is a professional keyboardist.) also, in this au, she's a med school dropout who couldn't handle the pressure.

Leo writes most of the band's lyrics.

i was debating having Kalen in the band too but 6 people was gonna be too much to draw and sort of upset the symmetry i had pictured in my head. maybe in this au she sometimes secretly replaces her sister, say, when Illiana is sick, or just for funsies, idk.

i don't really have anything to say about Euna. uh, bassists are hot. (also, she and Zeya get to riff off each other, and we all know how i feel about their relationship.)

that's all, goodnight.