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sunnys-out · 6 months

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Dance the Night | Lucy Bronze

A/N: Based on this request. Please enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, I am actually going to have a FaceTime date with my own Northern English, defender this Sunday so wish me luck :)

Also, I imagine that these are the types of dance covers that you would post on Tik Tok btw.

Word count: 2823

Warnings: Suggestive themes/statements

Baby, you can find me under the lights

Diamonds under my eyes

Turn the rhythm up, don't you wanna just

Come along for the ride?

Oh, my outfit is so tight

You can see my heartbeat tonight

I can take the heat, baby, best believe

That's the moment I shine

Lucy and I had the shared experience of playing in an American university. The only difference was that UC Berkeley was my home for my time there.

One of the things that I did during my four years at Cal that made them special and even was something that people loved learning about me was that I was also a part of a dance group whilst playing football. When I was in America, I found that dance was a good way to maintain my cardio and it was a fun way to keep my mind off of football for a bit. I used to do ballet as a kid and did some hip-hop dancing as I grew older so it was not something too out of the ordinary.

Even though football was my true calling, that did not stop me from dancing in the locker rooms before games, and posting little dance covers on Tik Tok during camps at the behest of Mary Earps. The only reason that the fans got wind of the fact that I’m that teammate constantly dancing was because of Lucy, who was filming one time before we played in a friendly against Germany and posting it on Instagram. She says that I didn’t pull her immediately that day but I know Lucy and I saw the way she watched me behind the phone as I danced to Work Out by J. Cole.

During the Euros, it became a thing, I guess, for the main Lionesses Instagram to post my pregame dances in the locker room. One of those I ended up teaching Miss Lucy Bronze how to slow dance which turned into a faster dance much to Lucy’s dismay. Lucy twirling me into a hold was the focal point of the video and I get why this one became a fan favorite and material for loads of couple edits of us.

The caption of said post, “@bbcstrictly @y/n is waiting for her call-up! 👀”

Of course I commented, “@y/n: @bbcstrictly ok but actually I would be down, I love love love the show 💃🙏”

Post win at the Euros, I was getting a call from the producers of Strictly Come Dancing to perform a one-time, special dance. They said that it was some kind of honoring fit for a new European champion.

I worked it out with my management that it would definitely be something that I could do after the World Cup since that was my next objective after a successful Euros run.

During the off time in the World Cup, I found myself talking to the producers as they had ideas of the performance and the choreography that would go with it. So, sometimes I would have to deny a walk with Lucy to figure out some logistics. I was met with a small but still visible pout from Lucy as she only nodded and would call up Jordan to take my place.

My attention was monopolized once we finalized what song and choreography we were aiming for and of course my new dance partner. I didn’t really know the guy but apparently he was on a reality show and all the girls were after him. The only taste of reality shows that I had was occasionally watching Love Island over Rachel and Millie’s shoulders on bus rides to games. I did not understand at all what went on but the drama was entertaining from what I saw.

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“So, you’re not going to tell me the name of the song you will be dancing to?” Lucy said as she remained sitting on the hotel bed as she watched me change into something nicer than the training set I had been in all day. Eyes trained on me the whole time.

“Nope, it’s a surprise, baby. Sworn to secrecy anyways” I said as I got ready for our walk.

Lucy frowned as she started scratching her neck “well at least show me who you are going to be dancing with, like what if it’s a weirdo you know?”

I comply and give her my phone after I look up the name of the guy they had paired me up with.

“Not too bad looking right?” I tease, as I put on some dunks and ask for my phone back.

Lucy raised an eyebrow and laughed a little, “I know I can’t dance like you but ya think it’s too late to ask if I could be your dance partner?”

Now it was my turn to laugh, “don’t be jealous baby, now let’s get going there is a cafe with a chocolate pastry I wanted to try!”

I pulled her up ignoring the small pout and muttering “ ‘m not jealous” as I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and dragged her out of the door.

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After our loss at the World Cup final and a lot of tearful goodbyes to the other girls, Lucy and I made our way back to Barcelona and just took some time to decompress.

One of Lucy’s favorite things to wake up to was seeing me in the kitchen making myself breakfast, dancing in silence with my airpods in my ears without a care in the world.

This particular Saturday morning, however, she was confused because instead of a loose, messy bun, my hair was brushed and down.

Instead of one of my old, English training shirts, I was in a lilac crop top and denim shorts that showed off my legs and not my old PSG shorts.

As she got closer, the smell of her favorite perfume on me hit her nose, suddenly Lucy stood there wondering what day it was and did she fuck up and forgot some anniversary.

As I turned to go to our fridge to pull out the water pitcher, I caught sight of Lucy just standing by the kitchen island.

“Baby, you know it’s rude to stare” I tease and followed up with a quick kiss on her cheek “Good Morning, sleepy head”

Lucy remained silent for a beat before going, “Why are you all dressed up on a Saturday morning?...Did I forget something?”

She rubbed her eyes, lifting her clear glasses as she did so.

“Nope, our anniversary is still Bastille day, uh my birthday hasn’t changed and yours is still in October” I listed them off on my fingers and then continued as if I didn’t leave Lucy even more confused as I began cleaning the counter.

A pair of arms wrapped around me stopping me in my tracks as Lucy burrowed her head into my neck taking in the perfume I wore.

“Then will Miss L/N tell me where she is going dressed like this, hm?” She mumbled as she placed a chaste kiss on my neck.

“Going to get lunch with…ugh what was his name? The one I'm going to be dancing with for Strictly Dancing, baby” I say, nonchalantly, a smirk creeping at my mouth as I felt Lucy’s arms tighten around me and her mouth getting close to my ear.

Lucy did not show jealousy often but I loved it when she did. I loved teasing her but she would always dismiss it saying that she knew that I was hers so why should she worry. But the tone of her voice gave her away.

“Oh really?” She says softly in my ear before turning me around my back to the countertop now. My face remained unfazed as I nodded, even though I was loving everything about the interaction.

“Yes?” I nod over to the other counter across from me. “I made you some breakfast so ya don’t miss me too much, even cut you some fruit”.

The softness and nonchalant nature of my voice made her jaw tightened a bit.

“Want me to go with you?” she said not letting me go, still caging me in against the counter.

I thought for a moment and then shook my head “no” and simply replied.

“I’m a big girl. Don’t you worry, Lucia” My eyebrows raised slightly as Lucy pulled back.

Lucy moves her arms back to her side, “Fine, but I’m driving you”

She did end up driving me to the little brunch place and ignored my “protests” of “you don’t have to walk me to the restaurant, Luce” as she held me tightly at the waist, her hand possessively on the bare skin on my waist.

I let myself out of Lucy’s hold as I introduced myself to my dance partner. He truly was the object of every other girls dream…just not mine. He wasn’t unattractive at all. Even though Lucy came literally holding me at the waist, it didn’t stop my dance partner from subtly looking me up at down.

“Well, it’s great to meet a Euro Champion and a world cup finalist, (y/n)” he said avoiding Lucy’s glare through her sunglasses.

I stop him and laughed, “well technically two, this is Lucy Bronze, my partner, she was just dropping me off”

Lucy only extends her hand out to the guy and firmly shakes his hand and mutters out “pleasure”.

The guy only nods “well, I’ll make sure she gets home safely”.

I hide the smile on my face when I saw Lucy, still holding his hand, say bluntly.

“Oh? No, I’ll be picking her up, don’t you worry” the guy’s hand falling limp as she let’s go.

I give Lucy a hug and planned to just give her a quick kiss on the cheek but she pulled me closer to her by the waist and gave me a slow kiss on the lips,

Before I pull away, she whispered quietly in my ear, “just wanted to make sure he knows who you're coming home to”

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The little brunch outing was interesting to say the least. The boy was bold given Lucy did stare him down when she picked me up like she promised. Especially as we left the restaurant but I, kindly, avoided his “subtle” advances of him trying to lead me to Lucy’s car.

What had been discussed about the dance and from what I could see is that I would be the main focal point and he would be, for lack of a better term, an accessory. I, of course, would not be telling Lucy that immediately, I was very much enjoying the attention she was giving me.

It being essentially a solo dance made it easier since I have training and I wouldn't have to rely on someone else to also learn the choreography…which allowed for me to work on a little surprise for Lucy with my extra free time.

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“Baby, can you help me with something?” I yelled down the hall of our shared apartment.

Lucy came in shortly with a raised eyebrow “ yeah what’s up?”

“Remember how you said that you wanted to be my dance partner instead of what’s his face?” I say as I move some of our furniture out of the way to make space in the middle all while trying to not hit Narla in the process.

Lucy looked at me confused and with a laugh said, “I never said that…what’d you need though?”

I grab her hands and pull her to the middle of our living room “Well can you be my dance partner? You know with all the training and all I can’t really practice the choreo with him…so you want to help me?”

Lucy smiled and nodded as she pulled me closer to her and gave me a twirl “Ok, miss l/n, lead on”

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My, sweet, Lucia can be a wonderful dancer when she puts time into in. She followed my direction even though the “quick movements of the dance” were something she would have to get used to but eventually after a couple of weeks. She was able to fluidly hold me and move with me.

Narla definitely got a kick out of her two moms doing something akin to the salsa in the living room. I would say Lucy, even with the groans and complaints, secretly, enjoyed it as well.

The day of filming came quickly and out of nowhere and we were filming it in the streets of Barcelona; there was just no way we would be able to fly to England and back, especially with pre-season and games starting.

I just want to give a special thank you to M&S for giving Lucy that outfit she wore during that one photoshoot we had with England, honestly, doing the Lord’s work. I had subtly asked that I would love to see her wear it again and again subtly suggested she wear it to the Strictly Dancing shoot and I just love it when she listens to me.

Luce was behind the cameras and chatted with the producers as they waited for me to come out of the dressing room ready to film.

As I was led out with my hand loosely in my dance partner’s I reveled the intensity of Lucy’s stare.

Why?

Well I had a silver, fringe dress with an open back and the dress came up to my mid thigh and matching high heels and, well the fact, my dance partner was trying ever so slightly to get closer to me as we were speaking with the director.

As we got into position, center “stage” in the streets of Barcelona, I look over to Lucy and give a quick wink to her.

“Dance the Night by Dua Lipa” started to play on the set. I began moving quickly and sensually and interacting very little with my partner. The fringe of the dress definitely did not leave much to the imagination. There were parts where his hand would find my waist but those lasted only a few seconds.

Lucy watched, not letting me escape her sight and hid her frown as she noted the times my dance partner would slow the movements of his hands once they reached my waist or when he looked me over as I danced a little ahead of him.

We did not anticipate it being a one take but it was something that I wanted as it was more real in a way. As the music faded and the host came onto the stage to interview me, I caught Lucy in the corner of my eye, and she was smiling so big and visibly more relaxed.

“(y/n), so happy you could be here and we are just so happy to celebrate you and your achievements. How does it feel?” I hold the microphone, still catching my breath

“I loved this to be honest, love the show, and dancing is just something that I enjoy other than football. Uh, it’s definitely been some time since I’ve performed at this scale but it was absolutely a treat, thank you all for inviting me” I said gesturing to the crew members.

“Well, again we are happy to be a part of this and we know that another Euro Champions is in our midst, and I know that you had a little something prepared for the both of you?” The cameras now focused on a very confused Lucy.

I laugh and continue, “Yes, Miss Bronze, she thinks she has been helping me practice for this sole performance but we were actually going to dance together as well, come on babe” I gesture for her to come onto the stage.

The interviewer walks off announcing, “and now for a special dance by the Euro Champions and World Cup Finalists choreographed by Miss (y/n) (l/n)”.

Lucy finally reached me and whispered, “You little sneak,you planned this didn’t you?”

I only wink and immediately pushed Lucy into position like we have been doing at home in our living room.

“Maybe~” The music restarted and Lucy with the biggest smile on her face did everything perfectly. There were some slips in the movement but they were replaced with laughter as Lucy held onto me tightly as the music faded.

She hugged me tightly whispering, “Im so proud of you” her hands finding their place at my hips.

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips as we both ignored the claps from the crew members.

“So…would it be wrong to ask if you can keep the dress?” I smack her slightly at the question.

I give her a knowing smile, “Dress is mine to keep, but I don’t want to keep it on for too long, Miss Lucia Bronze”

I have never seen Lucy excuse herself, thank all the crew members and wish everyone a wonderful weekend so quickly before carrying me off the set in the midst of a fit of laughter.

Let’s just say that these scenes from the recording quickly overtook the locker room dance in edits and well it was all worth the teasing from our teammates when it finally aired.

#lucy bronze #engwnt x reader #lionesses #barca femeni #engwnt #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze x reader #woso x reader

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bit-odd-innit · 1 year

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[A lil thing based on my list of bands Steve and Eddie would both like, specifically ELO]

Robin must recognize the near-imperceptible click his jaw makes when he yawns, the one that allegedly "drives her insane,” because when she picks the phone up the phone she barks, “WHEN are you coming home?”

Eddie chuckles. “Hello to you, my closest compatriot! You flatter me! I had no idea my absence would be so acutely felt.”

“I welcomed your absence!”

“Ouch.”

“Fool that I am, I believed your absence would grant me respite! Four blissful days without your utterly barf-inducing honeymoon phase, blech. ”

“It saddens me that you have allowed so much hate into your heart.

“Instead I’m subjected to—“

Eddie can HEAR her exaggerated pout through the phone.

“Where’s Eddie? What do you think Eddie’s doing right now? If I go outside and look up at the moon do you think Eddie is looking at the same moon? Put a bullet in my head.”

In the background he hears a faint “is that him?” And his heart flips over and bares it’s belly.

There’s a scuffle on the other end of the line, smacks of flesh on flesh interspersed with hushes of, “Fuck you.” “Fuck YOU.” Then there’s a thump, a squawk of defiance, and a breathy, flirtatious, “Hey,” and Eddie has to lean his full weight onto the shoulder as his knees give out. “Hey.” The bank of payphones in Jeff’s dorm’s lobby don’t offer a lot of privacy so he pivots to press his face into the cool, white-painted cinderblock. “Whatcha doin’?” “There’s been a development.” A shuffle, a hiss of a needle hitting a record, a giggle. “My raise came through,” Steve says, “And I made a purchase.”

“Oh?” Eddie asks as the distant rumble of music mounts. “I got the cordless. And now I can do this.” There’s a slight feedback screech and then, “🎵 In myyyyy blue world...🎵” and Eddie’s glad Steve can’t see him claw his hair across his face. “🎵 I turn to stone when you are gone I turn to stone I turn to stone, when you comin' home I can't go on...🎵 ” Steve’s voice is shaky and teasing and warm as he sings along. Eddie swoons against the cement wall, thinks, oh, okay, you’re It for me. “Not hearing a lot of feedback...?” “Baby.” And he punches the word with as much feeling as he can, pummels it with the word he wants to say but can’t, the word that’s sat dense and heavy in his chest since the moment he opened his eyes in a hospital room, felt his hand squeezed in reassurance. “Baby,” he says, again. “Mm,” Steve says, and it sounds like come home. “I’m on the first bus out.” “Okay,” he hears the same time Robin says, “Fucking WHIPPED.” “I’m going to kick Robin’s ass.” “No you’re not NO HE’S NOT” “No I’m not.” He beams. “I can’t wait to see you again.” “Of course you can’t,” he says as through Eddie can’t hear him climbing through the phone to get to him. “You bought the ELO album for me?” he asks, and melts as Steve replies, “Honey I bought it for us.” Later he flops onto the air mattress in Jeff’s dorm, screams into the pillow. He looks up at Jeff, smiling like he still hasn’t adjusted to moving his mouth without braces. Wide, loose lipped, gummy. “You love him, don’t you?” He grumbles. He does.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #still figuring out how to write robin i'm TRYING also jeff&eddie bff agenda

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milaisreading · 10 months

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Celebratory date

Pairing: Karasu Tabito x manager!(Y/n)

Warnings: none really. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"I like you! Let's go on a date!"

After that was uttered, there was a short silence between (Y/n) and Karasu. The girl's eyes widened at his confession,thinking that maybe adrenaline after the game made him say that, she tried to laugh it off.

"Funny! But don't joke about such things, Karasu-"

"I am not joking. I mean it. I wanted to say this long before this game against U-20 was announced. I just kept putting it off because... I was a coward." Karasu admitted nervously and looked back at (Y/n) with a red face. The girl took a moment for his words to sink and then thought over the whole idea. They will both be free for the next 2 weeks or so, and it's not like she had much to do during her stay home. Aside from helping her dad around and maybe meeting some old friends, that was it.

'Besides, he is cute...' Her eyes widened at her own thoughts and she nodded her head slowly.

"Sure... sounds like a great idea!" (Y/n) answered, laughing a little as Karasu started cheering himself on.

Adjusting her scarf, (Y/n) made her way to the café Karasu said they would meet up. It was a rather cold day and there weren't many people outside, much to (Y/n)'s relief.

'I really hate crowds.' She thought with a frown. The grumpy expression soon after turned into a happy one as she noticed Karasu outside the café, playing something on his phone. Picking up her pace, she made her way towards the black-purplish haired boy.

"Karasu! Did you wait for too long?! Sorry, the bus was late!" The boy looked up from his phone and grinned as (Y/n) stopped in front of him, shaking his head in the process.

"No problem, I just arrived here too. You look pretty cute today~" Karasu smirked as he saw the girl become flustered as well as started stuttering a little.

"Th-thanks! You look great too." (Y/n) added in, a little embarrassed as Karasu raised his eyebrow.

"Did you grow taller? I know we didn't see each other in days, but..." Karasu said, as he patted the girl's head.

"No! I put on these heels I bought before leaving for Blue Lock. I never really wore them, so it's a little off for me to wear them." (Y/n) explained, pointing at the said items. Karasu nodded his head, giving a few compliments how cute they looked and how they fit her.

"I didn't know you liked romcoms, Karasu." (Y/n) commented as the boy handed her the tickets, shrugging his shoulders right after.

"They are not my piece of cake, but a romcom from time to time is a nice change. Besides, you told me about this movie weeks ago." Karasu said, eyeing the girl as they stood in line for the food. (Y/n) blinked a few times before looking at him in confusion.

"I did?"

"Yeah, when we were having lunch. You said how your favorite actress is the female lead and how you hope to see it without someone spoiling it." (Y/n) pouted as she tried to remember when she said it.

'It does sound like something I would say...' Karasu's face turned red at the sight, and he held back a squeal from how cute she looked.

'So adorable! I wish I could take a picture of her like this!'

"Oh!"

"What?" Karasu asked, worriedly looking at her as he brushed his previous thoughts off.

"I just remembered that day... you really thought of what I said for so long?" (Y/n) asked in surprise, growing a little shy at how attentive he was to that minor part of their conversation.

"Of course. I memorize things about the people I hold dear." Karasu said nonchalantly, causing (Y/n) to grow more and more flustered as his words hit her.

'Karasu...' (Y/n) thought as they went to order their snacks. Karasu kept his cool, but inside he was just a mess over his own words.

'Why did I say it like that?!'

Karasu had seen a few things in his life that made him stop in his tracks, weather they were good or bad was up for debate, but the sight he had in front of him right now takes the cake. He expected (Y/n) to be happy to see the movie, it was a generic one, but still something that made her happy. Karasu was holding back a few yawns, not wanting to get her attention like that, and then turned his attention to (Y/n). And the sight of her big smile and eyes excitedly glued on the big screen made him stop breathing for a moment.

'Adorable!' The blue-eyed boy thought as he blushed and kept his eyes glued on her. The movie was boring, but it made (Y/n) happy, so that alone made the trip worth it for him.

After the movie was over, the two decided to got to a local fast food restaurant and eat some lunch. (Y/n) decided to use this as an opportunity to talk about the movie as Karasu would nod along to what she said. He was either zoning out or sending (Y/n) looks while the movie played, so there wasn't much he could add.

"That was so adorable! Did you see how cute the reunion was?!" (Y/n) giggled as she ate her hamburger, Karasu nodding along as he sipped his drink.

"Yeah, their acting was pretty good. Made me believe their emotions were real for a moment." Karasu said, remembering the moment the male and female lead cried over something. (Y/n) nodded along with a big smile.

"The male lead kinda reminded me of Masaru." Karasu added in.

"Who is that?"

"Oh! It'd just a character from a manga I have been reading."

"What's it called? I want to see the character now that you mentioned the similarities." Karasu noted her genuine curiosity and he put his drink down, slowly starting to explain the manga and the character. Soon after he started speaking more and more, excited that someone was willing to listen to his interests, (Y/n)'s questions were just an added bonus to his excitement.

"Is everything alright?" Karasu stopped in his tracks and turned to look back at (Y/n), who was standing a few feet behind him, frowning as she looked at her feet. The duo were making their way to the mall, deciding a walk after all the food was good, but sadly had to stop rather abruptly.

"I am fine, I just need to stop for a moment..." (Y/n) explained sheepishly as Karasu raised his eyebrow.

"Huh? Are you alright?" He asked, walking closer to her.

"Yeah... it's just that I didn't wear heels for a while... and new ones are always pain." (Y/n) said, pointing at the items as Karasu looked down at them, slowly nodding his head when he realized what she meant.

"Alright then." Karasu said as he kneeled down on the ground, startling (Y/n).

"Get on. I will carry you there." He explained nonchalantly while pointing at his back.

"What?! I can't do that!" She said, flustered by the idea.

"Why not?" Karasu asked, causing (Y/n) to look at him in disbelief.

"People will stare and I might be heavy for you-"

"1) I don't care about the people, I care about your comfort. And 2) you won't be heavy. Now hop on~" Karasu said, leaving (Y/n) to think it over for the moment.

"Alright..." She slowly nodded her head and got onto his back.

"Let's go then." Karasu laughed as (Y/n) tightened her hold around his neck.

The days following after the date (Y/n) couldn't stop thinking about the day, her heart racing whenever she thought over everything Karasu did for her. So as a sign of her gratefulness, she searched for a present she could give him. And after days and days of searching, she found the perfect item, just in time before they had to leave for Blue Lock, too.

"What's that?" Otoya raised his eyebrow as him, Niko and Yukimiya watched the boy excitedly look at some package as he was opening it.

"Just a figurine from a manga I have been reading. (Y/n) got it for me."

"(Y/n)? How would she know what you read?" Niko asked skeptically, not believing the girl bought Karasu a present.

"I told her that when we're were on a date." Karasu shrugged his shoulders, smirking as the trio's faces turned red.

"You what?! That's not fair, Karasu!"

"Yeah man, you can't just betray me like that. You know I like (Y/n)."

"You snooz, you lose." Karasu stuck his tongue out and looked back at the figurine, over the moon that she took the time to look for it.

'My cute angel~'

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #manager reader #karasu tabito #blue lock karasu #karasu tabito x reader #karasu x reader #bllk karasu #karasu x y/n

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vanisnotreal · 3 months

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Love 119

AGHHHH my first fic is finally here!!! I suck with grammar and I'm also half asleep rn but I wanted to post this. Plz, let me know if you wanna see more fics like this or something different. thank you for reading <3 - van

wc: 820

You were counting down the minutes till your last class ended. It was the last day before the long-awaited holiday break, and you could not wait. The combination of several all-nighters and the massive amount of projects and assignments your professors threw at you at the last minute before the break made you exhausted. “Alright guys, I can see the overwhelmingly tired and bored faces of all of you. I'll end class early as a gift.” You didn't even wait until the professor finished his sentence as you started packing your belongings. Luckily, it was a short walk from the campus to your bus stop. Opening your phone, you saw a text from your girlfriend. “Look over ;)” You looked to your right, seeing Bada smiling and waving at you. You rushed over to her, embracing her. You felt her chest vibrate as she giggled. “I missed you too babe”. Moving your head from her chest to look up into your girlfriend's memorizing eyes. “Can we please go home? I know I said we should go out shopping, but I'm just-” Bada unexpectedly cut you off with a kiss. “Shh babe it's okay, I was going to suggest we just watch a movie and chill at home for the rest of the day,” she said as she led you to her car parked on the side of the road.

She took your bag, opened the door for you, and closed it after verifying that you were in there safely. Bada had always treated you like a princess since the day you had met. You had first locked eyes with Bada during a dance class hosted at Just Jerk that your friend had convinced you to come along to. You were not a good or experienced dancer, but your friend had suggested a fun way to spend a free day. Your eyes instantly locked onto Bada’s tall and lean form in the middle of the studio. Ever since that day, you have enjoyed attending the dance classes. Bada had noticed you spacing out as she had started driving. She glanced over to the right, staring at a face concentrated in thought. “ What are you thinking about?” Bada said, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned to face your girlfriend, giving her a little smile, “Oh, it's not important.” You said, hiding your true thoughts. Bada hums and continues driving back to their shared apartment. You both enjoyed the silence that enveloped the car, music lightly playing on the radio. Bada parked and came running over to the passenger door to open it for her. You giggled at the action she had continued to do since your first date. After insisting that you carry your bag upstairs, you and Bada made your way to the apartment. Sighing as you kick your shoes off by the door, desperately waiting to sink into your bed. “Go, shower Babe, I’ll make us dinner,” Bada says as she makes her way into the kitchen. “No, you know I always cook no matter how tired I am,” you say trailing behind her. “Nuh uh, not tonight you need to rest”“When was the last time you got 8 hours of sleep?” she said, turning to face your pouting face. “Hey, that doesn't matter” “Yes it does, now go shower love, please,” Bada says as she pushes you up the steps. You finally caved in and continued walking upstairs to the bathroom. After your much-needed shower, you changed into one of the many pairs of matching pajamas you and Bada had collected over the years. This pair was covered in bears due to your extreme persuasion towards Bada, which didn't take that much considering she was head over heels for you.

You silently tiptoed down the steps as you heard music faintly playing from the kitchen. Getting closer to the kitchen, you heard Bada’s soft hums. You smiled as you saw her softly dancing around the kitchen. You snuck up on her and wrapped your arms around her, snuggling into her side. “How was your bath?” she questioned, turning to face you. “It was nice” you respond with your face on her chest. “Let's eat and get your sleepyhead to bed, okay”. You mutter an agreement before grabbing a drink and sitting down at the table as Bada has already sat on your plate. After finishing your dinner, you and Bada sat together on the couch enjoying each other’s presence. Your eyes drifted off to the window to see snow falling from the sky. “Bada look,” you say excitedly, pushing her shoulder. Her eyes followed yours to the open window. “You are so cute,” she said, turning back to see your shocked face. “I love you,” your girlfriend said, pulling you into her tight embrace. You began to playfully bicker with her as she was blocking your view of the snow, laughter filling your cozy apartment with life.

#bada #bada lee #street woman fighter 2 #bada lee x reader #bada lee imagine #bada imagine #swf2 #swf2 x reader #Spotify

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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Best and worst of both worlds (part 12)

Tw: injury, yandere and monty just being a creep

the University option was 60% wben the votes were 20, idk y suddenly u guys decided to favour 5 blocks away from ur house too

Damn from what i seen theres like distinct team monty and team Yves, ngl as writer i am biased towards Yves he my favourite

Part 13

You told him that you need to go to class.

Montgomery frowned. "If ya' say so." He shifted his gears and began driving away.

You looked at the scenery around you. This place is definitely not somewhere you visited before, you see a few buses driving by. But none of which you recognize.

"You free during the weekends?" He asked.

You said no.

Montgomery pouted. "Well, when are you free?"

You shrugged and said being a university student is demanding.

He sighed dejectedly. "What do I know, I only have a high school diploma. Wasn't one for the books, I'd rather git' out there and make me some cash."

You stayed silent.

"You ain't built for that, it really ain't for the faint hearted. So you gotta stay in school and try your hardest, sweetheart. Follow your dreams of becoming... whatever you wanted to be."

You nodded in acknowledgement. But Montgomery kept talking.

"I came to the city 'cause I heard I can make it big there. I didn't really have a plan, I was hopin' I'd make big bucks and start my own business." He switched his blinker on as he readies himself to make a turn.

"It was totally harder than I thought. I moved from city to city, was broke in every single one and I had to live out of my car if I wanted to eat. The people, all of 'em were mean as hell no matter where I go. They're nothin' like the people back home."

Curiosity gets the best of you and you asked why didn't he just return to base.

He laughed. "I didn't wanna hear an 'I told you so' from my family. I had to fight to get out of that damn farm. I can't imagine the humiliation if I come back home, tail between my legs, empty handed."

The air between you became quiet after that.

"So... what are ya' studying?"

You tried your best to explain your degree and the profession that you're hoping to work as. Montgomery hummed in response.

"I dunno much about that. But it sure sounds stressful and too brainy for me. You're such a smart kid."

You said thanks.

"A little lackin' in the brawn department though. That's why you need me to protect ya'." He grinned. "We sure are such a great match! When I get that business idea of mine up and runnin', you're gonna be handling the books. I'll be handlin' the shop- the physical part. We're gonna be swimmin' in riches, in no time!"

You didn't respond to that, making his excited laughter die down quickly.

"...Or you could just choose what'cha wanna do. Fine by me, I'll fund it the best I can." Montgomery is starting to look uncomfortable, it seems like he's trying to make some conversation with you. But you didn't want to give him any more of your attention.

The rest of the ride went by smoothly.

"Sixth period, I guess." He stopped in front of the entrance. You wonder if he's confused as to why he barely sees anyone around now.

You looked at the time. It's 11:45AM. The bus is coming in 5 minutes.

"Here." He shoved something into your hands. "Treat yourself to something nice." You uncrumpled it to reveal two $20 bills.

You thanked him and pulled the handle of the door.

"Wait! I want your number!" He got out of his car and ran up to you.

You said that you don't remember and you don't have your phone with you.

"You don't remember your own phone number?" He stared in disbelief.

You said that with the advancement of technology, no one needs to remember any phone numbers. It's all stored in the smartphone.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I think you should memorize at least a couple of em'. What are ya' gonna do when your phone breaks, huh? You're gonna be doomed!"

Yeah. Like how you are right now.

You tried to end the conversation by agreeing and saying bye.

"I have an idea." You yelped as he grabbed you by the wrist. He pulled out a pen and uncapped it, Montgomery wrote a string of numbers on your arm.

You can only watch as he decorated your entire forearm in horror. How are you going to explain this to Yves?

"There, that's my number."

You pulled your arm away and told him that you're going to be late for class.

"Don't forget to call me!" He hollered as you move far, far away from him.

Finally, $40 richer, 100% more disturbed, 200% sweatier, you reached your house. 20 minutes late.

You dragged yourself onto the porch and struck your arm repeatedly against the door. Panting with your tongue out like a dog.

You wiped the sweat off your brow as the door opened. Thinking it's one of your housemates, you tried walking past them, only to be grabbed by the shoulders.

"(Name)!"

You looked up and saw Yves with the most haunting expression you've ever seen on his beautiful yet bruised face. Half it was still concealed by his hair. There was a mix of worry, sadness, anger and relief. It was an expression that guarantees you're in trouble.

You stared at him for a few seconds, his dilated pupil never left yours. You felt like you were on a court trial during those 20 seconds, Yves seemingly scrutinizing every aspect of your soul.

You burst into tears, sobbing loudly and pathetically. You didn't know where to start, you had so many unmet needs at the moment.

You're roasting in your own skin and sunburnt, you don't even have a wink of sleep, you feel violated by Montgomery, your stomach hurts from eating the greasy fast food, your muscles are aching from that epinephrine shot, you have a headache, you don't like how your clothes stuck to your body and Yves is mad at you.

One of the needs was immediately met when he pulled you into a hug.

"I'm not upset at you." He whispered, pressing kisses on your head. You cried harder and sunk into him deeper.

Of course, he knew what happened, where you went and what Montgomery did. All of it was caught on surveillance cameras and they're easy to hack into. He heard the conversations between you and him, Montgomery should upgrade his phone, it didn't even put up a fight when he tried accessing it remotely.

All because he didn't predict that you would be anaphylactic to your new medicine. If you knew he's virtually everywhere and watching your every move, Yves would have immediately intercepted before you could even put a foot down on the floor.

Yves let you wet his clothes until you calmed down enough for him to pull you into the house, where it is much cooler and dimmer. Your nosy housemates were peeking from the hallway, but this time Yves wasn't acting so nice. He shot them all a death glare, which made them promptly retreat into their rooms.

He closes the door and leads you to the sofa. Where he allowed you to let your emotions out on his chest, while sitting on his lap.

A hand stroking the back of your head, another pulling you close to him. Yves placed his lips on your forehead as snot drips down your nose and onto Yves. He doesn't mind your sweat or skin flakes.

Yves does appreciate that Montgomery was there at the right time. When you started to rub your eyes excessively, Yves was already on the highway, doing 120 miles per hour on an 80 limit. He knows something is wrong.

Unfortunately, though, he was too late and Montgomery already drove off with you. So he had to do a detour and tailgate him instead.

He did all the calculations and thought of all the possible outcomes in his head. And... to his dismay, the best one was to let everything that happened to you happen. Yves lets go and allows Montgomery to be the hero for today for the sake of your life.

But you were never in any real danger. Yves was following closely behind this entire time. Of course, you're definitely going to be uncomfortable. However, he knows you're not stupid, he could not slip a single "coincidence" that will allow him to save you from Montgomery. It's going to be too implausible to happen given that Yves is still a relatively "normal" person in your eyes.

You hiccupped in his chest, apologizing over and over again. Yves assured you that you did nothing wrong. He reached for his bag, taking out a packet of wet wipes and dry facial tissues.

He began cleaning you with the damp towel. Yves did not flinch when you coughed right into his face and had thick, opaque mucus land on his eyelashes. He continued wiping away the snot and tears while letting a glob of green rest on his eye.

If you had lingered at the university longer, Yves would have 'coincidentally' bumped and picked you up instead. Under the guise of him searching for you because he arrived early at your place to find the front door unlocked, your bag in your room and your phone on the table. Very unusual behavior of you.

But he underestimated your desperation to catch the next bus. You have broken his records, that was the fastest you ever ran since middle school and he has the data to back it up.

Now that you're slowly relaxing, Yves removed the goop from his eye using another wet wipe. His long eyelashes clumped together from the moisture. He continued by drying you using the facial tissues, which includes drying the sweat from your back and to your rear. Who gives a damn if Yves has his hands up your shirt and down your pants, it's Yves. You trust him.

You didn't pay enough attention to wonder why he brought some aloe gel today out of all days. Yves snapped the lid open and applied a pea sized amount on his fingertips. Yves spread it evenly on your now peeling skin, you let your shoulders sag as the gel soothes the burning pain.

Montgomery proved himself useful, twice. First, by saving your life. Second, by helping Yves look much more appealing to you. Doesn't his feather-like touches feel nice? It's nothing like that brute's talons.

Yves only wished that he had half a brain to feed you something appropriate and not an artery-blocking lump of fat and sugar. Four, of them plus two grease saturated hash browns, to be precise. God, Montgomery is spineless, he should have stopped you or at least found a way to make you eat slower.

You fell limp onto him as he skillfully massaged your scalp with his fingers. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the tingles travel down your spine, causing you to forget about the soreness you've been experiencing.

Yves had a look of disdain when he caught a glimpse of Montgomery's phone number written on your arm in pen ink. He doesn't know when to quit, does he?

You never once stopped to wonder how he knew to prepare a pack of ice wrapped in a towel even before you came back. He brought the chilly item to your neck, cooling down one of your crucial points.

Yves continued massaging your head to relieve you of any tension. He ticked off his mental checklists on your needs, another thing is going to be off his list very soon.

He watches your eyelids droop until your eyes are fully closed. Now draped across his lap, you're starting to snore and drift into slumberland.

He sighed. Caressing your tender leg as you sleep.

"You are such a troublemaker." He quietly hissed. Scooping you into his strong arms.

Yves carried you into your room, where he lowered you onto your bed. He didn't put the blanket on you, because you will overheat, wake up and panic again.

He went out and retrieved his bag. Yves took out his portable fan and placed it near you, so the moving air could cool you down further. If you weren't so bashful and considerate, he would have installed a portable air conditioning unit in your room already. But he knows you will find the gesture too extravagant and start to spiral out of control with your self depreciation.

He closed the curtains, turned off the lights. The only thing illuminating the otherwise dark room are the holes in your curtains and his laptop screen.

Yves took a seat, put on his reading glasses and began typing away. One hand keying in the information, the other holding the wretched medication that hospitalized you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves #oc Montgomery

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finelinevogue · 2 years

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home

Description - harry is back home and home is wherever harry is

A/N - this man has my whole fucking heart! i wanted to create a montage of tiny moments that i can imagine happening whilst on tour in manchester just so i have a fic to remember my show by <333

warnings : fluff overload!!! smut (disclaimed just before it happens)

June 14th 2022

11AM - arriving on mancunian soil

It was 11 AM and you were getting off the tour bus from Glasgow.

It had been long day travelling with an early rise, but Harry and the crew needed to get to Manchester in time to set up the stage and settle into accommodation before the big day tomorrow.

You walked down the stairs of the bus after Harry, watching him silently struggle with the luggage bags because he didn’t want you carrying anything. It made you smile when his shoes touched the floor.

Because Harry was back home, baby.

Glasgow had been amazing and had really boosted Harry’s confidence for a stadium tour being a good decision. He had been terrified to go on stage the other day, but with a little push from you he was all better.

“I can’t do it, babe.” Harry sighed with frustration through another sob. He had gotten really upset and overwhelmed with the fact the first show of his tour, like all the other shows, was in a stadium.

“Yes you can!” You replied calmly. “Come sit here with me.” You patted the spot on the sofa next to you.

He was dressed in his outfit already, head to toe in a colourful combination of blue and yellow. He looked so pretty, clad with some glittery strawberries attached to his jacket - courtesy of you asking to have them added.

You were in joggers and a Love on Tour hoodie, because you had been ill this morning and couldn’t find the strength within you to get properly changed. Harry didn’t mind. If anything, he preferred you when you were dressed like this because it made cuddling so much easier.

“Will y’hold me?” He pouted, after rubbing his eyes free from tears. It made your heart sad to see him like this, but you knew just what would help him overcome this.

He came and sat next to you and you wrapped your arms around him to pull you close. He wrapped his arms around your waist and allowed his head to rest on your chest. His cheek was squished against one of your boobs and even though it was slightly uncomfortable you let him stay anyways.

“H?”

“Yeah?”

“When I was little I dreamed of a good bedtime story.” You began, listening to his breathing start to slow and his tears fade. “Unfortunately that was never on the cards for me. It can be, however, on the cards for this one.” You patted your belly lightly, knowing your baby was tucked safely away inside.

“I’m not sure I follow.” Harry said, placing his hand on top of your stomach regardless.

“I’m trying to explain that if you go on stage tonight and perform, on your own tour, in a stadium for the first time, imagine how epic that bedtime story would be.” You smiled, thinking about how Harry would be so excited taking this story in the future.

“That would be a cool story. And I do want to be a cool dad.”

You chuckled before answering. “So then go sing your heart out so you can create some amazing memories to share and pass on. Yes?”

Harry sat up, still sitting close to you. He hesitated, not knowing whether to reply first or give you a kiss but he ended up kissing you first. When it came to your lips there was no way that he could resist them - they were too soft and pretty.

“You’re pretty fucking amazing baby.”

You bumped into Harry’s body with too much force for it to not be an accident, which is why he turned around.

“Where’d y’go then?” He asked, knowing your brain had taken you to another planet momentarily.

“Just thinking about how proud I am that you’re doing all this.” Your smile beamed a thousand sunshines at him. His smile felt like more.

“Baby, I don’t particularly want to cry right now in the middle of a car park but I will if y’don’t behave yourself.” He laughed, bringing you into his side with his long arm and kissing you firmly on the top of your head.

He lead you both towards an awaiting car, which you instantly recognised as Harry’s. He loaded the suitcases in the boot and you stood around “being beautiful” as Harry called it. Jeff was also stood nearby, where another car waited for him.

“So are you going to your mums, H?” Jeff asked as Harry shut the boot.

“That’s the plan yeah. I’ll be at the stadium for around 9ish tomorrow morning, if that’s okay? Just want a night at home and I promised this one breakfast.”

He pulled you to his side, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you tight against his back. You tucked your hands onto his arm that was held around your shoulders, rubbing your thumb softly over his tanned skin that was softer than a rug of velvet. He was oblivious to it, but he gently swayed you back and forth in his hold like he always does.

“Yeah no worries. Um, I think it’s going to be hot weather so just take care of yourselves. Both of you.”

“‘Course, yes.” Harry said whilst you nodded your head, knowing that you’d be in fact the one reminding Harry to keep hydrated rather than the other way around.

“Alright. See you too tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late now!” Jeff joked, walking to the drivers side of the car. Harry flipped him the bird in response.

As Harry walked you to your side of the car and opened your door for you, you couldn’t help but ask, “Gonna keep me up tonight, hm?”

“Talking to bubs and drawing patterns on y’belly with m’finger? Then yes?”

“Just as I thought.”

12PM - arriving home

“Oh shit! I forgot flowers for your mum.” You sighed.

Harry had just pulled up outside his mum’s house, leaving space on the drive in case she needed to move her car at any point.

The journey hadn’t been too long. You had thought you would need a nap, but as soon as Harry put on the ‘Beautiful World Where Are You’ book you were hooked. You’d listened to about half of it by the time you arrived and were very excited to finish it now.

“Mum doesn’t need flowers.” Harry laughed, bringing your hand that he had been holding all journey up to his lips to kiss softly.

“Every mum needs flowers, H.” You rolled your eyes.

“Noted.”

He squeezed your hand and that was the moment that you knew that your house was going to become a jungle of flora when this baby was born.

You climbed out of the car, not waiting for Harry to open the door for you - which he actually got upset about - before collecting your bags and walking up to Anne’s house. Harry already knew the front door would be open, because Anne often had so many guests coming in and out.

“Mum! I’m home!” Harry shouted through the house, hoping it would reach her.

“Oh!” You could both hear and excited squeal from somewhere within the house. “Did you bring my favourite daughter-in-law?”

“She’s your only daughter-in-law.” Harry mumbled under his breathe, to which you elbowed him in his side. He let out a groan and an angry face.

“That was for making me seem less special than I am.” You raised your eyebrows at him, moving around him to greet his mum before him.

Harry would never openly tell you this, but he actually did deserve that elbow to his ribs because what was he thinking turning you into something less special than you actually are. There was no denying you were the most precious human being in his life and he deserved any punches thrown his way to be claiming otherwise.

He smiled as he watched you and Anne go in for a bear hug, squeezing each other tightly after not seeing each other in a while. Anne often treated you like her second daughter, especially after hearing about your horrific childhood.

Harry made sure all the bags were in and the car was definitely locked, before closing the door behind him.

“And how’s my baby?” Anne asked, walking up to him and warmly kissing him on both his cheeks.

“Good. I’m doing well.” Harry nodded, smiling because he actually was happy and not putting it on.

“Have you had a haircut?” Anne asked Harry.

“Y/N/N did it for me the other day.”

Thinking back, it probably hadn’t been your greatest decision, since you were both slightly tipsy over a bottle of red wine, but he was sorted out later on and now he looked as gorgeous as always.

“Oh fuck.”

“Did y’just shave off my entire head of hair?” Harry giggled instead of being genuinely concerned.

“No. I forgot to water my cactus.”

“Who cares about y’cactus. Look after me first!” Harry was so clingy, like a small-child, when he was drunk but drunk-harry was one of your favourite genres for just that reason.

“If my cactus dies I will cut off all your hair.” You threatened him.

“And give me a buzzcut?”

“The annoying thing is you’ll probably look good with a buzzcut too.” You sighed, going back to cutting off tiny segments of hair that was too long. You weren’t a hairdresser by any remark, but Harry asked you to give him a drunk-trim and so here you were.

“Only ‘cause I’d wear it with confidence.”

“Or, just maybe, it’s because you’re hot.”

“Are y’complimenting me m’love?” Harry leaned his head back over the chair which he was sat on, because otherwise he’s too tall for you to reach.

“Only ‘cause you’re so pretty.” He hummed in appreciation and puckered his lips for you to give him a kiss. And you did.

“Good job.” Anne smiled and lead the way into the kitchen.

Before you could enter the kitchen after Anne, Harry pulled you back by the wrist and tugged you into his chest so fast that you didn’t even realise you were kissing his lips until a few seconds later. It surprised you that much that before you could get in to it, he pulled back in order to keep the PDA down to a minimum - as you liked it to be.

“What was that for?” You smiled cheekily.

“Just apologising, ‘cause y’are very special.”

5 PM - lounging around

The fire-pit was crackling away and the stars were out in their millions.

Everyone was sat outside on the garden sofas, underneath blankets and sipping glasses of wine to sounds of the soft jazz playing in the background.

Harry was sat in the corner section of the sofa, his long legs out in front of him, and you placed in between his legs and back resting against his front. You both had a blanket draped over you and Harry nursed his wine glass in one hand whilst softly tracing circles on your arm with his other. You were becoming more and more tired, but also more and more excited for tomorrow.

Gemma and Michal were over, along with Darren and Anne. It was just the closest members of the family for now and it was so lovely to chat to his family like this.

“Going to play Fine Line tomorrow H?” Michal asked, sitting close to Gemma whilst drinking a bottle of Corona instead.

“Not sure, y’know? Can’t help but think it needs to stay back in my previous era.” Harry replied, you feeling the soft vibrations from his words against your back.

“New beginnings and all that.” Darren nodded, understanding where Harry was coming from.

“Yeah.”

“Speaking of new beginnings, how’s the little one doing?” Anne asked, pouring herself another glass of red.

Harry’s hand immediately put down his own glass of wine, his priority now being on your tiny tiny baby bump. Once his attention was drawn to it, it was hard to steer him away. He loved being close to you even more now, because it meant being close to the baby.

“Good, yeah. Went to the doctors a few days ago and everything still seems good.” You nodded.

“Got an ultrasound picture an’ everything. It’s in m’wallet I’ll have to show y’later mum.” Harry’s smile beamed so bright it was close to being brighter than the fire in front of you all.

“Can’t believe I’m getting a grandchild finally.”

“I’m going to be such a good Aunt.” Gemma added and everyone agreed. “They are going to be spoilt rotten.”

“Especially since this one here is their dad,” You poked Harry on his cheek and his dimple only went wider. “Already has Alessandro and Harris on standby.”

There was no doubt that Harry was going to be the best dad to exist.

He obviously had the means to provide lovely clothes and a beautiful house and good education, but that wasn’t what was important to you. You wanted your child to grow up in a home where there was love filled every ceiling heigh and every basement low. You wanted no room to go without a smiling memory, because your child was going to have the happiest life.

Harry knew how much a good childhood upbringing meant to you and he was going to fulfil that to the best of his abilities. Heck, he didn’t know the first rule of being a dad but he sure as hell wasn’t going to quit if he face plants over the first hurdle. Harry wanted his child to be happy and loved and kind and you knew they would be.

“And your mum.” He reminded you.

“Mum is just going to knit tiny shoes and hats and mittens, whereas Harris will probably create runway inspired dresses.”

“And bub is going to look adorable in everything, especially y’mum’s knitted clothes.”

“I’ve still got all of Gem’s and H’s baby clothes if you want to have a rummage through them?” Anne asked.

“That would be amazing! Thank you.” You smiled warmly, overly excited about baby clothes now. “Now I just wish this one would come sooner.”

“Soon, m’love.” Harry kissed your forehead.

10 PM - bedtime routine

(smut after ***)

“Fuck. I’m so tired.”

Harry flopped onto the bed in just his boxers, them hanging very dangerously over his v-lines. There wasn’t a good enough word to describe how good he looked.

“We don’t have to go out for breakfast tomorrow.” You said, applying hand cream to your hands because they got dry when you were endlessly travelling.

“But I wanna take y’to this little café down the road.” He sighed, standing back up and walking into the bathroom. He pushed his hair out of his face with his hand and then used one of your headbands to keep his hair out of his face whilst he washed it.

He used some expensive looking soap and cream, but whatever it was worked beautifully because he has the most smooth and flawless skin you’d ever seen.

You put some toothpaste on your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth.

“I dwo wa yo to owerwok yosef.” You said with a mouthful of toothpaste, making Harry giggle from not understanding and causing you to obtain a toothpaste moustache.

“Whatever you say, honey.” He kissed your forehead, choosing to love on your lips later - when there’s not so much minty foam everywhere.

The two of you continued your routine together, Harry moving on to brushing his teeth as you made sure you’d used mouthwash to finish cleaning off your teeth.

Harry allowed you to apply his cream to his face, because he loved the feeling of your hands over him. He smiled when your thumbs pressed into the parts of his face that never really got touched, enjoying his free massage. You let him apply some Pleasing serum drops to your cheeks and temple, rubbing it in softly to let soak for the night.

“Y’did so well with these Pleasing products.”

“You know that I worked my hardest for it.”

“Not as hard as you had to work on grafting me after our breakup.” You teased, poking him on his side as you vacated the bathroom.

He left just after you, turning off the light and following you closely back to bed.

“Hey! Y’know I hate talking about that part of our story.” He pouted.

You both got into bed at the same time, Harry immediately cushioning you into his body. Sometimes you felt like you were his human teddy bear and all of the time you adored it. He didn’t cushion you as tightly anymore though, because he was aware of the baby inside your tummy now.

“Well it happened. And you know I forgive you. And you know that I love you.”

“Yeah, but I hate thinking back on a time when we weren’t always like this. Just doesn’t seem right.” He squeezed you a little tighter.

“Couples and relationships aren’t supposed to be stable. They are meant to have bumps and diversions, because in the end that’s what makes them stronger. Sure, we had a rough patch, but who knows if we hadn’t gone through that then would we still be about to have a baby together? Maybe not. In which case, thank you for breaking my heart when you did and thank you, also, for fixing it.”

Harry was silent and you were wondering whether he had gone to sleep, in which case what a knob. You lifted your head to see and he was staring back at you with so much love in his eyes it looked like it was ready to ooze out of him.

You smiled at him. He smiled at you.

“What?” You asked quietly, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek.

“I really need to love on y’right now, okay?” He asked and gently pushed you off of him and onto your back on the mattress.

***

“Are y’okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows with concern and he came to hover above you. He leant into your hand on his cheek and twisted his lips to the side to give you a gentle kiss to your palm.

“Just want to show y’how much I love you. Can I?”

“Of course y’can.” You smiled and leant up yourself to meet his lips with yours. It started off as a slow and loving kiss, but both of you were ready for each other - hungrily kissing each other wanting more and more.

Your lips moved in time with his and your chests met each others, your clothed top meeting his bare chest. One of his hands stayed pressed into the bed beside your head to keep him up, whilst his other cradled your jaw to keep your lips locked as closely to his as possible. He teased your mouth by biting slightly on your lower lip and you moaned in reply, allowing him to deepen his kiss and love on you more.

He moved his hand from your jaw and used it to push your body flat on the bed again, but you used your hand cupped around his neck to bring him down with you. You didn’t want a second away from his pretty lips, soft smacking sounds filling the room as you each got to taste one another. Your tongues worked against each other in a fight to see who could win.

Harry’s kisses started to move southwards.

He started kissing along your jawline, sucking on the one spot he knew made your toes curl. You moaned in delight and Harry to stop for a brief second, panting heavily as he hovered above you again.

“Y’need to be quieter baby. There’s people just down the hall. I know it feels good, but sshh.” He kissed your lips again, before you could nod.

When he moved to just above your collarbones you started to moan and whimper again and Harry knew if he wanted to carry on, which he really fucking did, then he would have to keep you quiet some other way.

He moved down your body and let the covers fall off you both, the room heating up anyway. He curled his tongue out of his mouth and bit on it slightly as he watched your body pant heavily beneath him. You looked spent already and he hadn’t even done anything. He was quick to dip his fingers in the waistband of your blue-lace panties and draw them down your legs, before coming back down to be closer to your face.

“If y’can’t keep quiet then I’m going to have to shut you up myself baby.” He said, stuffing your panties in your mouth. You rolled your eyes at how hotly he looked at you and how good it felt to have him feel against your now bare core.

He went back to kissing down your chest, over your tank top. He kissed and kissed until he decided he was too bored of the fabric covering you and instead pushed it up your chest so it exposed your perky breasts and over your arms until you were completely naked. He licked his lips quickly as he sat up on his knees to watch you below him.

Your breathing was erratic and your body was already going into overdrive.

“Fuck me, y’so pretty. Aren’t you?” He gawked at your body, licking a finger of his and then trailing it up your body, over your belly button and swirling your two nipples before finally bringing it up to your mouth. “Open.”

Your mouth complied the best it could and he stuck not one but two fingers in, pumping them in and out of your mouth as they got wetter against your dampening panties.

He took them out and went straight to your cunt, pushing both fingers inside of you slowly. Your mouth would’ve dropped open if it could, but instead your back just arched and your hands went up over your head as you tried to find something to hold on to. Luckily this bed-frame had bars at the top of the headboard, so your fists went to clench around two of them as Harry continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

He smirked as he watched you try to hold it together.

He dipped his head down, leaving soft kisses on your belly for the little one, before giving you one last final look and then attaching his soft lips to your glisteningly wet pussy. He moaned in pure joy as he got a taste of you, sending tiny vibrations through your core and all over your body. Your held on tighter to the bars as Harry licked faster and harder, sucking all of you that he could. His fingers still pumped hard, thumbing over your clit when he pulled back from kissing it, turning you into a silent whimpering mess.

Your toes curled and back arched dramatically when you came, feeling so euphorically high. Your chest was heading as Harry rode you through your orgasm slowly, drawing out the endless pleasure. One of your hands went down to his head to try and push him away, but he was too insistent on staying attached to your cunt and licking every last drop of your release that you didn’t even love him an inch.

It was only when your body started going limp that his head sat up and looked up your body towards your face. You were a sweating mess, but looked beautiful regardless.

“M’good girl.” He smirked as he kissed your lips again sloppily, allowing you to taste what was left of you on his lips.

It was a perfect way to end your day.

•••

June 15th 2022

8 AM - breakfast date

The sun was already shining hard.

You were in a pretty white sundress and black Docs and Harry was in gym shorts and a Pleasing hoodie. You both didn’t really care to match with each other or even with the clothes you were individually wearing, because you were only on a breakfast run.

Hand in hand you walked down the road to the breakfast bar that Harry constantly loves to take you when he’s back home. One of Harry’s favourite activities is showing you around all the places he grew up in and explaining the stories that are tagged to the location.

“Y’look very pretty today.” Harry smiled at you and it smiled up at him. Just for that compliment, you leant up to give him a big kiss.

“Thank you.”

You walked a bit further before Harry got stopped by an woman.

“Harry? Is that you?” She spoke, taking her sunglasses off her eyes and up onto her forehead.

“Mrs Vernon?” Harry gasped, lifting up his own sunglasses and pulling away from you.

He went up to her and gave the woman a big hug and you stood by awkwardly smiling as you watched them greet each other. You weren’t sure who she was, but she clearly knows Harry in a way that makes her superior to him if he’s calling her by her second name. When they pulled away Harry didn’t instantly come back to your side.

“Oh, and this must be Y/N?” Mrs Vernon asked, tutting as she looked over you. You smiled at Harry nervously, but he nodded encouragingly.

The woman offered her hand out and you shook it politely.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You spoke shyly.

“You probably don’t know me but I was Harry’s teacher when he was a crazy 4 year-old child.” She laughed and Harry did too, whilst you made an ‘oh’ noise as you came to terms with understanding their relationship.

“Crazy? No!” Harry replied sarcastically, when both he and you knew he nothing but crazy as a child.

“I cut my mums entire back lawn with scissors one time.” Harry told you in one story.

“I saw m’mum dye her hair once and I wanted to do it too. So i took m’arts and crafts green paint and used it in my hair… Let’s just say I was pretty bald after that moment in my life.” In another.

“Oh and I used to sleep with my dog in his dog basket because I was scared he would get lonely.” That story you’d grown quite fond of.

“How are you doing though?” Mrs Vernon asked, standing in a more comfortable position.

You stood a bit closer to Harry, but behind him because you were still feeling slightly shy. You used your hands to attach onto his arm and he looked down at your briefly to check that you were actually okay.

“I’m really good! I’m actually back in Manchester ‘cause I have a show tomorrow and Thursday.” He explained.

“Yeah y’mum said. I saw her in, ooh where was it, um, I think Tesco’s the other day and we got to talking about you or whatever. Anyways she ended up inviting me and managed to get me and m’friend tickets.”

“No way! That’s amazing! Which night?” Harry asked.

“Tomorrow.”

“Ah, I’ll make sure to spot you out of the crowd.” He winked and she laughed. Little did she and you both know that he would actually succeed in finding her in the crowd.

“Yes. Alright, well I better get going and leave you too to it. Lovely meeting you Y/N.”

“And you.”

After she’d hugged Harry again and wandered off does the road, Harry let out a chuckle of disbelief. It was so rare that genuine people came up to Harry for genuine purposes, so seeing his old teacher must’ve been quite humbling and gratifying.

“That was weird.” He laughed through his words.

“Really?”

“Yeah. The last time I saw her was at a parents evening!” You both laughed at that as you continued walking down the road.

“Were you a good child? Or naughty?”

“I think I was just a bit wild. Then music made me more serious, at least at the beginning. And then I met you…” He squeezed your hand.

“…And you wish you could be wild again?”

“I mean you make me feel like that anyways, but you also give me purpose and responsibility and in a way I think I want and crave that more.”

After you too blushed it out some more with your back and forth compliments, you found the breakfast place to be closed so you ended up walking back to Anne’s and ordering a Starbucks Deliveroo.

Then it was onto the stadium.

11 AM - soundcheck

Harry had never smiled this much before.

He was stood on stage in a white t-shirt and some Bode shorts, whilst sound-checking his songs in preparation for tonight. He could hear the screams of fans whilst hearing him soundcheck.

You always believed that he would come to stadiums like these and perform for thousands of people, but you never thought it was make you as emotional as this. There were no crowds right now. Just you standing in an empty stadium, watching him rehearse and feeling nothing but sheer pride.

“Can Mitch play his section of song again please?” Someone said over a microphone and Mitch could be heard jamming over the loud speakers.

“Brilliant, yeah. Now Sarah hit the bass drum please.” Loud thumping beats came from the speakers and it sent volumes of energy right through your body. If this is how you felt now, you couldn’t begin to explain how you’d feel later.

“Now Harry, let’s go for Late Night Talking.”

You had walked closer to the stage, finding yourself somewhere within the GA pit at the front and you couldn’t help but begin to dance when Harry started singing. You could hear fans screaming and starting to sing with him and it was so exhilarating.

Harry stood at his mic to sing, but you knew later he would be running up and down and left and right along the stage. Once the adrenaline kicked in for him, there was no stopping him. Without a wired mic he was unhinged. In the best way possible.

Once he finished the section he had to sing you clapped and cheered, along with the fans outside the arena too. He laughed at you and fiddled with his in-ears to keep him from blushing.

You walked closer again, finding yourself in the Kitchen pod. You stood at the barricade and pretended for a moment how it would feel to be the fan that does get Kitchen pod barricade, because that would probably be life-changing. In your honest opinion though, you can have just as much fun at the back of the stage than you can the front. Possibly even more.

Harry made sure his mic was turned off before pretending to have a fan interaction with you.

“Hi, what’s your name?” He asked, holding out the palm of his hand in your direction whilst looking at you with a dopey smile.

“Y/N!” You shouted, not knowing whether he could hear you with his in-ears in.

“Alright, alright! Bloody hell, love! Louder than me with a mic.” He joked. “Y’having a good time tonight?”

“Yes!”

“Who did y’come with tonight?” He smirked.

You looked behind him briefly to see that the band were watching you two with love hearts in their eyes. People often said that just watching you and Harry have a conversation was like watching two hearts yearn for one another. You two were ridiculously in love that people wished they had what you two have.

“My husband.”

“Your husband?” He sniffled his nose in an effort not to blatantly smile. Every time you called him your husband he would automatically blush and start grinning from ear to ear. The man was whipped. “And where is he right now?”

“He ditched me to go sing karaoke or something.” You shook your head, pretending to me disappointed.

“Karaoke?” Harry scoffed, breaking character to raise his eyebrows to the fact you’d just compared his job to karaoke. “Not heard that one before. Any particular kind of karaoke?”

“Um… Harry-oke?”

To that Harry burst out laughing and unfortunately it was at the same time the microphone was turned back on, so his laughter echoed the arena and thousands of fans could be heard cheering on the other side. You put your hand over your mouth as you tried to stifle your laughter, but it was no use.

Harry was laughing so much that his eyes started to tear up, having to cough into his arm when he overdid it on the laughing. He titled his head back whilst he stopped pacing to let out a few last chuckles, before coming to a stop and breathing calmly again.

“Babe. It wasn’t that funny.” You laughed as you shook your head over his silly antics.

“Yes it was. Y’do make me laugh good, baby!”

“Oi! Harry! Stop flirting with y’wife and start singing!” Harry got told off by one of the sound producers and he rolled his bottom lip in pretend terror.

You shook your head and remained leaning against the barrier as you watched him perform Late Night Talking again. This evening he would have to make eye contact with over 50,000 people, yet right now he was only looking at you.

6 PM - pham’s photography

It was currently golden hour.

The sun was setting behind the beautiful harrie-filled stadium and the view couldn’t be more perfect.

Harry had been getting his hair and outfit on, whilst you stood staring out across the field of people and simply thinking. It was impossible to form words about a view like this. It was impossible to form words about how proud you were of Harry. It was simply impossible to wrap your head around the fact that this was actually real.

You had been vlogging for quite a bit of the day, wanting to make sure you had good footage for these shows since they were Harry’s home shows. You were creating a ‘Love On Tour - Tour Diaries’ series on your YouTube channel and the fans were loving it so much.

It had started as a poll on your Instagram, asking whether anyone would be interested and so many people voted yes to the point where the poll was 99% yes and 1% no.

The Glasgow vlog has been a real success with thousands of positive comments still filtering in.

user1: i hope y/n posts these videos for every single tour date because they make my heart so happy

user2: the fact i feature in this vlog…. and harry might watch it I CANT BREATAHSHAJSHSHAHQ

user3: the part where harry walks in on y/n filming backstage with two cups of tea and starts talking because he doesn’t know y/ns filming… like THAT’S what he’s like behind the cameras and i will now kms

user4: y/n>>>>>>>>

user5: can harry hire y/n as his full time videographer like that would be great please and thanks

You smiled at how much love Love On Tour was creating.

When you felt his arms snake sound your waist you breathed in his heavenly scent. He smelt fresh and clean, no doubt in preparation to just sweat it all off again when he steps foot on stage.

“Y’okay?” He asked quietly, even though it was just you two and Pham in the room.

Harry had asked Anthony to take some backstage photos of him before the show, but before that he wanted some candid photos with you. You weren’t even aware that Pham was in the room, but that helped the photos look more candid in the end.

“Missed you.” You snuggled back against his hold, both of you looking out at all the people.

“I was gone for like an hour.”

“Too long. I hate sharing you.” You pouted, feeling like wanting a bit more attention right now.

“Baby, y’gonna have to share me with over 50,000 people tonight though.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

“Hmm.”

Harry didn’t like that answer, so he let go of your briefly to walk in front of you and block your view of the audience. He made sure that your face was looking at his, your eyes making contact with his. You could tell he was trying to make you feel better by the tiny dimple and crinkles by his eyes, a sign he was going soft on you.

His arms snaked underneath your armpits so that he could bring you in for a hug, allowing your cheek to rest against his chest. You sighed heavily and allowed your arms to reach around his middle to hug him back, scrunching the material of his t-shirt tightly in your fists to hold on a little tighter.

“Y’gonna tell me what’s got you upset?” He asked softly, not pressuring you at all.

Anthony silently left the room after he asked that, feeling like it was not his place to stay for this conversation. Harry would call him back in a bit when he wanted some more photos, but for now his focus was on you.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know whether you want to tell me or you don’t know what’s got you upset?”

You shook your head, not knowing how to answer. You could feel tears forming in your eyes and it was getting harder to hold them in.

“Cry if you want you cry, baby. I’ve got you.” He said so softly, it could’ve been passing breeze of wind.

Your body overcame with a few small sobs then and you allowed some tears to fall. Your body was shaking in Harry’s arms, but he made no effort to loosen his hold on you. His hands started rubbing small patterns on your back and shushing you calmly to get you to soften your cries.

“M’sorry.”

“Nothing to apologise for. Nothing. Just want to know you’re alright. Y’know I hate to see you cry.” He kissed the top of your head a few times to remind you that he was still here.

“Just feeling so overwhelmed.” You breathed out, pulling your face away from his chest to look at him.

Harry’s thumbs wiped under your eyes to clear them of tears and kept you close to him for comfort. “Okay. Can y’tell me why?”

“I’m… it’s just i’m so proud of you and I love you so much, Harry, like, I don’t even think I understand by just how much, but I do. Um, and I never thought I’d ever feel like this and I guess it just hit me today seeing all these people here for you. I’m just… overwhelmed, like I said.”

“Thank you for letting me in.” He kissed your forehead first, letting his lips linger longer than just a quick second. As he pulled back you noticed tears in his own eyes and he had to blink them shut tight a few times to stop himself from properly crying.

“Are you okay?” You asked him this time.

“Just, fuck— i’m just so proud of you for expressing yourself like that to me. You’ve come so far baby. God, you’re going to make me look terrible by the time I go on stage if I can’t stop crying over you!” You both laughed in admiration. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Then he leaned down to take your lips in his, pushing against you with all his strength so that he could get as good a taste of you as he possibly could. He’d never loved someone as much as you and he enjoyed tasting your love for him all over your lips. You both whimpered as you kissed each other, desperate to stay attached to one another for as long as possible.

When he pulled back he looked into your eyes before kissing you again, moving his hand down your spine and resting it on your lower back. Your hand curled around the back of his neck in order to bring him closer to you. You both poured so much love over each other, like lava being tipped from a kiln - only you would burn in fire for him and his lips.

“I want to cry all over again. I don’t think I’ve ever loved you as much as I do right now.” You said, pulling away from his pink lips to let him know.

“I say that to myself every single minute, of every single day, of my fucking life. As corny as it is to say, you are the only reason why I still believe in love and, well, I fucking adore you for that.”

8:30 PM - pre-show butterflies

Harry was stood in a circle with his band, whilst they gave each other a pep-talk before the show starts.

The band were surprisingly very calm, Mitch keeping his genuine cool as always. Harry though, was very tense. You could see it in his shoulders and the way his eyebrows were getting closer to becoming permanently knitted together.

After they’d spoken with each other, Harry went and stood to one side away from everyone else. You didn’t go over to him straight away, respecting the fact that he might want a moment alone.

“I think he’s nervous.” Sarah popped up beside you.

“Yeah, me too. I’m not overly sure why though.” You twisted your lips in thought, looking to Sarah to see if she had any clue.

“He said something about the fact the wants the show to be good enough to repeat as a bedtime story? I don’t know, he just seems off.” Sarah shrugged her shoulders and you sighed in relief, understanding potentially what could be wrong.

You walked over to him and stopped in front of him. “You want to talk to me?” You offered, smiling a small smile that you hoped would be comforting and reassuring.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. Feel weird inside. In here.” He pointed to both his stomach and his heart.

You nodded and got closer to him so you could wrap your arms around his middle, giving him as warm a hug as he wanted. He squeezed you tightly back, so it was clear that he was in need of this particular hug. Pulling back, you pulled his top down slightly, thanks to the stretchy material, and kissed his skin over his heart hoping it would calm it down.

“Kisses make everything better.” You explained your logic, before putting his top back to where it was sitting previously. You would’ve taken up his shirt and kissed his stomach too, but you knew that Harry ran off adrenaline for his tour shows so you didn’t want him to lose them for a kiss.

“Especially from you.”

“Don’t overwhelm yourself, H. If you go out there and give your genuine 101% then no on can ask for more. If you go out there and give 80% then it just means that the next show will be bigger and better and that’s just as exciting. You can’t expect yourself to be at your best for every show, that’s not how it works. Your fans know that too. You were brilliant in rehearsals. Amazing in Glasgow. Now this is a home crowd, H, baby. A home crowd. It doesn’t get more special than that.”

He smiled at you and sniffled once, shaking his head lightly from side to side. “I couldn’t be doing any of this without you, lovie. Thank you.” He leant down to kiss you, both of your lips moving in sync for the last time for a few hours.

“Now go make Manchester crazy, then come back to me and we’ll see about having that rom-com marathon.”

And so he started pacing backstage before Sushi.

10:15 PM - post-concert shenanigans

Harry stood on stage blowing kisses off his fingers towards the crowd and you couldn’t stop crying.

Your heart was beating so fast.

Tears streamed down your cheeks.

Harry bowed to the fans as they waved him goodbye. Most of those fans might never see him again, so to some of them this could be a forever goodbye. You never want to imagine a day where you have to say goodbye to him. He is the centre of your world and everything else orbits perfectly in your life because of him.

Harry blew some final kisses and waved a few more times, before sprinting off stage.

You watched as the Love Band left shortly after and the lights went down on the stage set. You had to breathe out a heavy sigh from how overwhelming that had been to just watch, let alone what Harry must be feeling after performing through it.

“Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?” Anne asked, resting a hand on your shoulder. She was concerned that all these heightened emotions weren’t healthy for you, or the baby, and Anne had promised her son that she’d take care of you both.

“I’m okay.” You nodded sadly, sitting back down in your seat after standing for so long.

You stared at the vacating audience, not able to contain your sobs. Gemma came and sat down on the other side of you, pulling you in for a hug that you could rest your head on her shoulder for. Gemma of all people would understand, just like Anne, because when you’ve known someone for so long and understand how important this moment means to them that sort of then reflects onto you. It’s all very shattering.

“I know you’re feeling overwhelmed right now, Y/N/N, but you have to listen to me when I tell you to calm down.” Gemma spoke softly.

“S-Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. I don’t know how I’m keeping it together myself, to be honest!” Gemma, much like her brother, loved using humour as a tactic to calm someone down or un-serious a situation.

“I’m just so p-proud.”

Gemma nodded and hummed in agreement. Your cries had softened now, with help of Gemma’s soft voice and comforting hug. You breathed out a shaky breath and wiped your hands over your eyes, when you phone vibrated.

H💓💐: I heard someone needs a hug? I’m on my way xx

Harry was originally supposed to be in a car immediately after the show, to avoid any fans spotting him and crowding him, for both his and their safety, but now instead it seemed he was making his way to you. Something no doubt his security were fuming about.

You were going to meet Harry back at Anne’s house and you were all going to have a celebratory glass of fizz to cheers the night away, but all you wanted now was a cuddle with H and nothing more.

“C’mon let’s get ready to go.” Gemma said from beside you, standing up herself and gathering her belongings. You nodded in agreement and started collecting your own things.

Once you moved inside the building, after being sat on the terrace, you noticed just how many members of Harry’s family were here along with friends too. It was so amazing to see so many people here to support him. It was a reminder that it wasn’t just you and him in this world, even though you sometimes wished it was.

A loud round of applause echoed the room, along with some wolf-whistling. You could only best assume it was Harry.

And it was.

He was making his way through the crowd, quickly thanking people and saying hello. He told others he would be back in a minute, he just needed to find someone. His security stayed at the door, knowing this was a safe place for him to be, as he weaved through the crowd of people in an effort to find you. Unfortunately for him you were all the way closest to the outside door, but he honestly didn’t care.

As long as he got to you, he would be okay.

As soon as he spotted you your eyes started watering again and you had to fan your face to keep it from it exploding with tears again. Before you could cry though, Harry brought you into his chest with his arms, covering you the best he could. Your arms stayed close to your own chest and your sniffles began. Harry’s cheek squashed itself down onto the top of your head after giving you a multitude of pretty kisses.

“Hey, hey. Ssh I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He whispered to you and no one else.

Even though it was a very private moment in a very public room, you still felt like you and Harry were alone. He made you feel like you were the only person ever and it made you feel extremely special.

Anne was secretly taking a few photos of the two of you, because even though it was an embarrassing moment for you they turned out to be your most favourite photos ever. It was a moment that symbolised a historic moment in Harry’s history.

“I-I love you s-so much. So proud o-of you.” You hiccuped, staying close into his chest.

“Thank you, bub. That means a lot coming from you, baby.”

“Thought you’d be the emotional one, not me.” You laughed, embarrassed slightly.

“Hey if you need to cry, you know i’ll always be here for you to cry on.”

He squeezed you a little tighter and your heart grew a little bigger.

You leaned your head back and looked at him in awe. His forehead was sweaty and his hair was a complete mess, but he’d never looked more perfect to you. He smiled a grin at you and you couldn’t help but give him one back, both of you having a loving silent conversation with the twinkles in your eyes.

12 AM - late night talking

“Babe? Will y’fill a glass of water for me please?”

Harry asked as he took the bin outside to throw away.

Everyone was back home now. You two staying the night at Anne’s again. Harry has apologised that he couldn’t stay and talk to people, but people were very understanding and made him promise a few beers when he was next back home.

Harry had driven you both home, luckily managing to escape the car park in enough time to beat the traffic. You dreaded to think what time the last fan out of the stadium would be home.

After having some tea and toast, you’d gotten ready for bed and then came and watched the news headlines with Anne. After saying goodnight to one another you and Harry were just sorting some last few bits in the kitchen, before you both too would head to bed.

You poured Harry a glass of water and watched him come in to lock the door. He guided you out of the kitchen and turned off the lights, moving to the front of the house to turn on the alarm whilst you walked upstairs to the bedroom.

About ten minutes later you were both tucked up in bed and absolutely exhausted. Your loud yawn was a sign of that.

“Tired baby?”

“Just a little. Don’t know how you do it, H.”

“I guess the fans drive me. Knowing there is at least one new person at my shows every time, makes me want to go out there and put on the best performance of my life just for them. That might be their only chance to see me, so best make it worth their while.” He explained and you smiled with pride.

“Since when did you become so wise, hmm?”

“You’re rubbing off on me, that’s what.” He tickled your side, making you giggle.

Harry laid on his back whilst you were curled into his side, your ear getting to hear the steady rhythm of his heart beating. Your hand rested on his bare chest, softly tracing the outline of his moth tattoo like you often did - he told you it helps lull him to sleep quicker.

“Out of 10, how would you rate that show then?”

“9.7 maybe. I just… I was so nervous that I wasn’t too into every single word of every single song. Tomorrow I think i’ll be better.”

“Well y’couldn’t tell. You were a rockstar up there tonight.” You moved your head very slightly to kiss his chest and you felt his arm briefly tighten around you in thanks.

“And how does it feel to be dating a rockstar?”

“Dating?”

“Y’know what I mean. Married, dating, same thing.”

“No they’re not.” You playfully whacked him on his chest and he giggled like a child. “Don’t think y’can say we’re dating when we haven’t gone on a date in like a month.”

“I’m slacking, God, sorry.” He sighed.

You shook your head before continuing. “You know that I would rather have moments like this with you, than eating Spaghetti at a fancy restaurant.”

“Me too.” He kissed the crown of your head.

“Although if y’do want to take me on a date, I won’t be opposed to it.”

“Maybe I’ll take you to the top of the Eiffel Tower, when we’re in Paris, and we can share a baguette together.”

“Harry that is so stereotypical.” You playfully hit his stomach as you laughed.

“Or when we go to Italy, we can have pizza and red wine along the beach front.”

“Think i’ll be too far along to drink by that point, H.” You brought his hand to your own stomach and allowed him to rest it there. Sometimes he didn’t like touching your bump without consent, because it could get a bit uncomfortable what with touching you there all the time.

“Then we can share a lemon iced water.”

“Mm sounds amazing.” You hummed in delight.

“Anything to keep you happy and this one safe.” Harry snuggled tighter into you and you could tell he was on the verge of falling asleep.

“You make me happy just by existing.”

•••

June 16th 2022

12:00 PM - meeting the fans

Today was an absolute scorcher.

The layers of suncream felt like it was doing nothing against your skin and you had to opt for an airy dress in order to remain as cool as possible.

Whilst Harry was in rehearsals, you decided to take a look at the area that the fans would be in for later. The fans weren’t let in until 1:30 PM so you still had plenty of time before you’d have to disappear for safety reasons. There were a tonne of food carts, selling burgers and chips and ice-creams. The food looked delicious, but you were also too nervous to eat and stomach anything.

Harry had been worried about you this morning, because you had thrown up a lot and yet you had barely eaten in the past few days to be doing so. He sat with you on the cool tiled bathroom floor for at least an hour, which is why he appeared late to the venue this morning.

“H, you have to go. You’re going to be late.” You sighed, resting your forehead against the toilet seat.

Harry sat just a little behind you after tying your hair up in a low bun with one of his hairbands. He was stubborn to a fault, just as you were, so he rolled his eyes when you spoke.

“I don’t give a fuck. Not when you’re like this.”

“I’ll be oka…” You stopped mid sentence to start throwing up again, pure liquid filtering out of your system. It was disgusting, but this is what a mixture of being pregnant and having potential heatstroke looked like.

“You were saying?”

After watching you eat a dry cereal bar, Harry felt better and only then allowed the two of you to leave for the stadium. Anne and the rest of the family would meet him at the venue later as there was no point in waiting around all day. You felt sorry for the fans that did have to queue around all day and especially in this heat too. It was exhausting just being out in it for a minute, let alone hours and hours on end.

Just when you were rounding the corner you spotted all the fans queueing up behind the stage, ready to be let in. They were clearly here for early entry or one of the pods - at least that is what Harry had told you. When one of them spotted you they shouted your name and before long there was a whole crowd of them screaming. You alerted the security guard, who Harry had made you take with you, that you were going over there and he nodded.

You took out your vlogging camera and started recording them as you got closer. They all cheered louder and waved towards your camera. Once you had some good montage footage you put your camera down so you could speak to them.

“Hi! How are you all?” You asked, standing not too close to them like Harry had taught you just in case someone grabbed you. It wasn’t always something that you had to be aware of, but especially now that you’ve got your little one growing inside of you you have to be extra careful - and the fans are unaware of your pregnancy so far.

“We’re so excited!”

“Yeah, buzzing!”

“Is this your first time seeing Harry?” You asked.

“This is my eleventh.” Someone said, causing you to catch sight of some people rolling their eyes.

“This is my first.” Someone else said and you smiled at how excited they look.

“Is it okay if I film us having a conversation for my vlog?” You asked, always checking for consent.

“Of course!” That girl said and a bunch of other girls gasped and squealed for them.

You held out you vlogging camera to get you and the girl in the frame, noticing some of the other girls were trying to poke their heads in the background. They knew that Harry watched all your videos so this was their way of getting a Harry notice. It was like trying to be in a photo that Pham took.

“Wait what’s you name sorry?” You asked, before pressing record.

“Orla.”

You pressed record. “So, Orla! How does it feel to be seeing Harry for the first time?” You asked, smiling at them rather than directly at the camera. You’d learnt that it makes you look more real and genuine when you filmed it this way.

“Not real? Like I know he’s real and stuff, but I also don’t believe that. Like I won’t believe he’s real until I see him with both eyes.” They explained and you nodded your head like you understood.

“I still get that feeling too.” You laughed and others around you did too. “And what song are you most looking forward to?”

“If I say Fine Line will he play it?” Orla asked.

“It’s Harry….” You said, knowing Orla would understand. That man was such a tease that it didn’t matter whether or not someone wanted something, he would only do what made him happiest on stage. He was kind of a queen for that.

“Ok, so I’ll say Matilda instead.”

You smiled a sad smile, your mind going straight to how Orla might have a similar backstory to you and how impactful that song can be to people like you. For the camera though you tried to put on a better smile, because you knew when Harry watched this at a later date he was going to be annoyed at himself for not being here to give you a hug at a sad moment. Matilda was your favourite song to listen to too, just because it was so personal and raw. Harry told his creative director that he didn’t care what other songs went on the setlist as long as Matilda was on there. For you.

“Good choice.”

9:30 PM - on-stage shoutout

“Now,” Harry spoke into his microphone, dragging the wire behind him so he didn’t trip. “Let’s talk boyfriends.”

The crowd screamed so loudly and you had to take your camera out to record it all.

“Who’s ever had a boyfriend?”

Deafening screams. You whooped in the background too.

“Who’s never had a boyfriend?”

The screamed were even louder that time.

“Who’s ever been a boyfriend?”

The screams were very minimal. Harry booed into the microphone too, making people laugh.

“Who never wants a boyfriend?”

Those were the loudest screams.

“I gather you’re all screaming because boyfriends are trash. They never treat their person right and you can always count on them letting you down. Luckily for me I’m a husband not a boyfriend.” He cheekily smiled and pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder.

You shook your head and smiled at how silly he was. Other people around you cheered for you and him, whilst others simply watched on.

The crowd went crazy when he spoke and then they started chanting your name, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!”

You put your hand over your mouth, trying so hard not to cry again. Gemma took your camera off of you to get both both you, the crowd and the stage in shot. You laughed as people continued to chant your name - all over 50,000 of them.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” Harry bent his arm at the elbow and pumped it up and down in the air, barking for you as people chanted your name.

This was so wild for you.

“Yes, Y/N is m’wife,” The crowd screamed again, “Up there someone, I think.” Harry pointed in your general direction and you waved to the crowds below. You laughed at how crazy everyone was going for you, never thinking that this kind of experience would ever happen to you.

The stage screens suddenly lit up with a view of you, a camera somewhere obviously having found your face. You cringed as you saw yourself, bending over to try and hide the view of you. People screamed for you louder then and Harry turned around to catch sight of you on the big screen. Later in TikToks people would see Harrys face light up at the sight of you.

fan1: did you see his face? fucking hell that man is so whipped for y/n

fan2: it’s the way my boyfriend has never looked at me like that ever….

fan3: look at y/n going all shy and that only making harry grow in awe of them more

“Ayyee!” Harry shouted into the microphone when he saw you. “That’s my wife!” He pointed at you on the big screen happily, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Alright Y/N/N this one’s for you. Sorry I’m not always the greatest boyfriend, but every day I grow and learn from you. For you.”

Then the guitar strums came in for Boyfriends.

11:00 PM - home

“You did it.”

Both of you were now snuggled up in bed again, just talking about the days events and how epic the past few days had been. What was even greater was that it wasn’t just stopping here, because it Wembley in a few days time and that was only going to be more electric.

“I did it.” Harry smiled, chuffed with himself.

“We’re so proud of you.”

“I’m glad you’re here. Both of you.” He rested a soft hand on your belly.

“Thank you for everything. But most importantly, thank you for always coming home to us.”

“Always.”

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Noah Sebastian x OFC

I’m getting more readers, which makes me so excited! We’ve got to dig in on this one. We’ve got a ways to go. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying, this is a work of fiction. All of my words are my own. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess

Part 6 - Kingdom of Cards

When my eyes finally cracked open, Angel’s cold nose was touching mine, his eyes brightened by the sunlight peering in across the living room. It took me a moment to adjust to my surroundings, but the night before came flooding back all at once.

I shifted my legs, reminding myself that I was indeed naked from the waist down. I felt an uncomfortable moisture between my legs, which made me groan out loud.

“Well look who decided to join us, Angel.” His voice floated across the living room from the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of dark hair out of the corner of my eye, walking toward me with two mugs in his hand.

He was still shirtless, but had his pants on. That felt wildly unfair.

“I hope it’s alright, I made us some coffee.”

I pulled the blanket up to my neck, my eyes still squinting while adjusting to the sunlight. He set the mug down on the coffee table in front of me while I nodded in response.

He sat down on the couch near my feet, only perched on the edge. “I also hope it’s alright that I stayed over last night. I fell asleep before the movie ended, and didn’t realize until this morning.”

I couldn’t process that right now. “What time is it?”

“7:30, do you work today?”

“Ugh! Why are we awake at 7:30AM?” I pouted at him.

He laughed. “Sorry, I’m an early riser, and Angel had to use the restroom. He pawed at my arm until I woke up.”

I glared at my hound, irritated that he made me start this day before life was meant to be awake.

I rolled my body toward the back of the couch, yawning and fixating myself until I was comfortable.

“I don’t work today, therefore I am going back to sleep.” I mumbled.

I felt Noah stand off the couch.

“Okay, I guess I’ll head home once I’m done with my coffee, then.”

My eyes popped open, something about that idea not sitting well with me.

“Wait.” He looked down at me, already moving toward the kitchen. “When do you leave for tour?”

“Monday.” He said between sips of coffee.

I sat up, pulling the blanket over my lap, and stretched my arms over my head before speaking again.

“So you’re probably super busy with getting ready and stuff, huh?” I said mid-yawn.

He smirked. “Kinda sorta? Tomorrow my schedule is full of last minute packing, getting the house ready to be gone, arranging schedules, and all that bullshit. Sunday is panic day.”

My eyebrow quirked. “Panic day?”

He walked back over to the couch and sat next to me. “Mhm,” another sip of coffee. “See, the day before we leave, I always set aside to panic about stupid shit. What am I forgetting? Who do I need to call and check in on? Do we have enough food for the bus? That kind of dumb shit. Helps me not to panic after we leave.”

I nod. “That’s really smart.”

“I know.” He tipped his cup toward mine, and I picked it up, sipping the warm brewed coffee, letting it wake me a little more.

“Today, though, all I have to do is meet with my tour manager at 2, so we can make sure all the deposits were paid and the gear is loaded.”

I glanced down at my cup.

“Well, I don’t have plans today - like most days. You don’t have to leave right this second.” I glanced up at him. “Unless you want to.”

His grin was genuine. “I don’t.” He set his coffee down. “I already let Nick know I was okay and didn’t fall off the wagon. Let him know I was here.”

This piqued my curiosity. “You didn’t lie and tell him you were somewhere else?”

He shook his head. “I don’t like lying to Nick. He gets pissy for way too long once he finds out.”

I like Nick. He’s good for Noah.

His voice pulled me from my thoughts. “So…” I peered back at him. “We going to talk about last night?”

This made me squirm uncomfortably. The memory infiltrated my brain, making the moisture between my legs more pronounced.

“Uh…” I set my coffee down and shifted so my legs were crossed and covered.

He softened his eyes, looking at my face. “We don’t have to.”

I groaned, reaching over to the pillow on the edge of the couch and pressing it into my face. My voice came out muffled.

“Yeah we do.”

I heard him laughing now. Glad he found it amusing.

“I mean, if it was that bad, you can tell me. I’ve got thick skin.”

This made me snap back up, disbelief painting my features. “What?!”

His expression was smug, but not enough to annoy me. “I mean, be honest with me.”

I chucked the pillow at him then, him deflecting with his arm while he roared with laughter.

“You jackass, it was great!”

This made the smug grin on his face widen to the point I thought maybe he would break his jaw.

“Don’t get too excited. We shouldn’t have done it.”

This made his face fall, and I cursed myself internally for making him look like that. Before I could speak again, his brow furrowed.

“Why?”

This took me back. What kind of question was that?

“Because I’m your sponsor, Noah. It’s so heavily frowned upon.”

He contemplated this. I kept my tone even, strict but not stern.

“So, you won’t be my sponsor anymore.” It wasn’t a question.

I sighed. “You need a sponsor. You still need support.”

He sat back, closer to me now. “Okay, so I ask Nick. He already offered. I just needed an excuse to call you every day.”

This made me still. Is he openly admitting that he has wanted this? I get what he said last night, but I figured that was just in the heat of the moment.

“Seriously?”

He reached over, then, pulling my arm over so he could grab my hand, sliding his palm over mine.

“I know it isn’t right. I was with Lily, so I told myself it was just me needing my sponsor.” He looked away from me, staring at our hands that were neatly placed on top of each other. “But after a while, it was pretty obvious that it was more than that. And then the problems with her started…”

He trailed off. We needed to talk about this.

“What happened, Noah?”

He chewed on his bottom lip. “You remember when she backed out of the tour?” I nodded. “Well, that was when I felt like we really started to disconnect. Lily and I were together for almost a year, and I really did love her. We had been friends for so long before, it just seemed natural.”

My stomach dropped a little, but I let him go on.

“But a big part of our relationship was the drinking. I wouldn’t say she’s an alcoholic, but I was. And it was clear, it was just never talked about. When I finally figured it out, she told me I was fine. I was just getting it out of my system before I ‘grew up’. It felt weird, like she didn’t care about my wellbeing.”

“So anyway, last night I called her and asked her to reconsider coming on tour. My feelings for you were getting stronger, and I was afraid if her and I didn’t re-establish our connection, we’d lose it altogether.”

Noah was so good. No one deserved him.

“She shut me down. Told me I needed to focus on the shows, the tour, and maybe not so much on my ‘recovery’, her quotes, not mine. She doesn’t believe I have a problem, but that I’m looking for an excuse to get attention.”

This made a hot feeling rise in my throat. I was enraged. But I bit my tongue, wanting to leave the space open.

“So I snapped. I told her she either needed to accept who I was, or leave. She didn’t even hesitate. She told me to ‘call her when I’m over this phase’.”

I squeezed his hand, signaling that I had him. He was safe.

“Noah, I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t even believe that.”

He shook his head. “It’s for the best.” He looked up then, smiling tiredly at me. “Besides, when you told me to come over, I figured that was the universe’s way of telling me the path I’m supposed to be on.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. It was hard to deny that being around Noah felt like it just fit. Like something that was missing, had suddenly appeared. I never let myself think about that, though.

“Well…” I thought out my next words carefully. “we can…try. I don’t know how well we’ll do, but you have to promise you’ll find another sponsor.”

His teeth flashed at me, elation rising.

“But, I don’t want anything official. You’re about to leave for two months. Let’s just see what happens, okay?”

His expression mimicked what I would expect from a child on Christmas morning.

“Yes ma’am.” I felt a tingle in my stomach at that.

He reached over to me, ever so gently brushing his lips to my cheek, leaving a small kiss that had me blushing.

“You’re still insufferable.” I shook my head and stood up, pulling my shirt down over my bare ass. I caught his eyes watching me, now looking a little hungry. “I need a shower. Then, if you want, you can join Angel and I for a walk.”

He licked his lips. “Would it be wildly inappropriate for me to ask to join you for the shower?”

I hid the shiver that crept up my spine, smiling wickedly as I walked toward the hallway. “Yes, it would be.”

I watched his disappointment turn his lips down.

“Luckily for you, I like inappropriate.” I quipped before turning down the hallway.

The water sprayed down my back while my I stood under it, his lips going to work on my neck. I moaned loudly while his fingers slid in and out of my pussy, making my legs shake.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going to fall over.”

His arm snaked behind my waist, his teeth now tugging at my earlobe. “Nah baby girl, I got you.”

His voice was so low, so raspy. I could barely keep myself from finishing right here. I rolled my head against his chest, mine heaving with my erratic breaths.

I glanced down, watching his erection stand at attention, begging to be touched. I reached my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, tugging gently, listening to his breathing hitch.

“Mm, do you have any idea how difficult it is not to just fuck you right here?” His eyes were pressed closed, focusing on keeping his hand steady while I worked him over.

“I haven’t figured out why you’re not.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

This made him look over at me, eyes black as night, his mouth closed in a tight line. He reached behind me, shutting the water off quickly and pulling me in, capturing my lips with his.

Exactly the same as the night he first kissed me, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his back instinctively. Our kiss broke for only a second while he stepped out of the shower, walking cautiously slow out to the bedroom so we didn’t slip. I used this time to latch onto his ear, sucking and kissing red marks into the tattoos on the side of his neck.

He sat down on the bed, leaving me room to straddle and grind against him. We moaned in unison, the friction too sweet.

He suddenly went still, causing me to freeze.

“I don’t have a rubber.”

I pulled back to look at his face, searching my brain for where I left the box I bought forever ago.

“I have some in my closet, but they’re pretty old.”

“How old?”

“A year? Maybe more?”

He pursed his lips. “Get them?”

I jumped off of him, and he leaned back on his hands, watching me intently while I turned and jogged to my walk-in closet.

I had to dig around on the shelf a bit before returning with the foil pouch.

He ripped it open with his teeth and inspected it, running the pad of his thumb over it.

“I think it’s alright?” He raised an eyebrow at me for approval.

I grabbed it from him, checking for myself before being satisfied and reaching down to apply it to him. He watched me, likely insuring I put it on correctly. Once I had let go of him, he grabbed me, causing me to squeal while he flipped me on the bed. His arms grabbed me by the hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed, his feet firmly planted on the carpet.

My mouth hung open, patiently waiting for him to line himself up to my entrance. I sighed with satisfied relief when he pressed himself in slowly, giving me a second to adjust to the feeling. It had been such a long time since I’d felt anything like this, it had me swimming in oceans I’d never known existed.

“Fuck, Leena. So fucking tight.” I snuck a glance at him, his eyes closed, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

I adjusted my hips, giving him more room to lean down on top of me. He backed out slowly, leaving an empty feeling before slamming back into me with full force, pulling a scream out of my throat.

His rhythm was relentless, pressing deep into me with each hard thrust. I lifted my legs to hook around him. His mouth attacked mine again, pressing his tongue into my mouth hungrily.

He pulled away, and looked down at me, his teeth gritted together.

“Touch yourself.” There was no asking, with Noah.

I let my hand wander down between us, him lifting up slightly to give me room. I let my fingers roll over my clit, breathing hard at the sensation.

“That’s it. Come on my cock, baby.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face, sweat forming near his hairline. He was so delicious. So unbelievable.

I felt myself get so close, I had to grab onto his shoulder to ground myself.

“Fuck Noah, I’m going to come. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

If it were somehow possible, he sped up, slamming his hips into me, partially lifting me to get a fresh angle.

His eyes began to roll back and his mouth fell open.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming, holy fuck.” His words only brought me over the edge, stars exploding behind my lids.

He slowed his thrusts, riding me through my orgasm before stopping entirely.

I watched Noah’s SUV back out of the driveway, a small pull in my chest tightening. It wasn’t fun, feeling like the bubble of safety we had been in for the last 13 hours had burst, but it had to happen eventually.

I had no idea what this meant, or where we would go from here, but I did know that I didn’t want to spoil it by talking about it with anyone, or getting too excited.

Noah was interested, that much was abundantly clear. I was still concerned that his attachment to me was driven by his addiction, though. What would it mean if I wasn’t his sponsor anymore, and I wasn’t his person to run to when the cravings hit? What if he only grew these feelings because I was a safe space for him? And now I’m not that?

What made me so fucking special?

I asked myself all of these questions as I pattered around my home, running laundry, washing the few dishes, sweeping the floors.

I had to put my sheets in the wash after this morning, which made me stop and smile at the thought.

After about three hours of being alone, and realizing I had been spacing out, my phone chimed.

Noah: Is it weird that I feel really out of place at home, now?

This made me smile, but also raise an eyebrow. He had only been gone a few hours.

Me: Maybe a little.

I followed it up with another quick message.

Me: Is it weird it feels empty here now?

His response came only seconds later.

Noah: Can you come over?

Noah: I could use a snack. ;)

I felt the warmth grow in my belly, shaking my head and chuckling.

Me: Baby, you need to get ready for tour.

Adding the pet name had me slightly horrified. It was an experiment. See his reaction. His text took exactly five minutes to come in, which knotted me up waiting.

Noah: You could help me.

I sighed. My phone vibrated again.

Noah: Baby.

“Oh, I am so fucked.”

The drive to his house took me sixteen painfully long minutes. When I hit the button for the gate, and it swung open after a few moments, I parked and saw a grinning Noah waiting for me at the top of the drive. I hopped out of the vehicle, Angel trailing behind.

“Did you walk here?” He padded over to me, wrapping his unnaturally long arms around me. His head dipped down to place a soft kiss on my lips, lingering for a few seconds. I inhaled, smelling the scent of fresh shampoo and some unknown cologne. He smelled so unique. So very Noah.

“Get a room, ya freaks!” I pulled back instinctively, my head whipping over to the voice.

Folio stood by the large red pickup truck parked just outside of the garage. I bowed my head sheepishly and Noah smiled, lifting a finger at him before grabbing my hand and leading me inside.

“Sorry, he’s just mad that he hasn’t gotten laid in a while!” He said unnecessarily loud, tossing a glance toward his band mate who only stuck his tongue out in response.

“You’ll have to excuse the mess, it gets pretty crazy right before we leave.” The living room was littered with bags of varying types; suitcases, backpacks, trunks with wheels on them. The couch was covered in laid out merch, shirts being draped over the back. I stopped to look at them for a moment.

“Want one?” He stepped over, picking up a black shirt with the image of a girl licking a samurai blade. The back listed their tour dates. “These are the new ones, we get samples sent over to give out, or wear, or whatever.” He sifted through the stack, picking out a medium, and handing it to me.

I held it up against myself, noticing it may just barely lift over my D cup breasts.

“Uh…could I get an XL? If you have one?” He snatched the shirt back and handed me another. I flung it over my shoulder as he went back to looking through them.

“What size does Laura wear?” I quickly told him the medium would be fine, so he handed it to me. “Those aren’t even released yet, so you guys are extra special.”

I smiled and feigned amazement. “No way!”

He shook his head and waved me over. “C’mon.”

Angel and I followed him upstairs, my dog obediently staying at my side. Noah opened the door just at the top of the staircase to a darkened bedroom, only lighting coming from his computer desk in the corner. His bed was, I guessed, a queen size. A large flat screen covered the wall adjacent. Aside from that, his room was relatively bare. He flipped on a light.

Pointing his finger and snapping, Noah barked out, “Angel, bed.”

My dog jumped on the mattress happily, stepping in a circle before curling up and plopping down.

I raised my eyebrows. “Did you just command my dog?”

Noah sat next to Angel, scratching the top of his head. “He likes me.”

I slipped my bag off my shoulder and walked over to his computer chair, setting it and the shirts down, and stepping back over to Noah, invading the space between his legs.

“So.” I stated, dropping my hands on his shoulders. His fingers gripped my hips, eye level with my breasts and taking in a full view.

“So…” His eyes roamed over my body, hands sliding up and down my legs.

“You wanted me here.” I smirked. “Here I am.”

“Right, right. What ever could we do?” His voice was deeper, his intentions clear.

I reached down to connect us, our mouths now molding together. I lifted one knee up on the bed beside him, pressing myself into his torso.

“Yo, Noah!” A male voice called from downstairs. He didn’t react, and when I tried to pull back, he held me firmly in place, bringing his kisses down to my neck and collarbone.

I swore I heard a thumping on the steps, but I couldn’t identify any sounds right now, not with his tongue tracing circles on my neck and his lips pulling at my skin.

“Dude, you need to - oh fuck! Excuse me!” I jerked back, Noah having the same reaction. We both snapped our heads to the doorway, seeing a very embarrassed Nick diverting his eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

I snickered and looked away.

Nick waved nervously, without looking at me. “Hey Leena.”

I smiled at him. “Hi Nick.”

“Dude, kind of in the middle of something here.” Noah’s voice was annoyed, his hands still firmly gripping my sides.

“Sorry, but we need help loading Jolly’s amp into the trailer. Fucker’s so heavy.”

He shrugged, dropping his head between us.

“If I tell Angel to sick’em, will he?”

I giggled. “It doesn’t exactly work like that, babe.”

Nick cleared his throat. “Sorry, but this should’ve been done yesterday. We’re running behind.”

I moved my leg off the bed and stepped back, giving Noah room to stand up.

I heard him grumble as he walked past me. “Fucking dickhead.”

I called Angel and we followed Noah out of the bedroom.

Monday came way too quickly, and I hadn’t seen Noah since Friday night when I left his house. After ‘supervising’ the guys load up their equipment, and helping Noah work on some packing, Angel and I had headed home without any additional extra-curricular activities, unfortunately.

Saturday was a blur. I had met up with Laura to give her the new shirt, sending Noah a picture of us both wearing our new merch. He said he was glad Laura loved it, and made some rather unspeakable remarks about how I had better be wearing only that the next time he saw me. Laura and I went to dinner Saturday night where I gave her the diluted version of what happened; Noah and I were no longer in a sponsor/sponsee relationship, but were also not in a real relationship. She said I was avoiding it, I told her to leave me alone.

Sunday was spent on the phone with Noah most of the day while he did exactly as he had warned me; panicked.

“I can’t find my Docs. I need them. I wear them on stage!” They were in the closet.

“What if the bus breaks down like it did last time? Does AAA do roadside assistance for tour buses?” They do, I called and checked.

“I didn’t pack enough jackets. Colorado is always so cold.” It’s May.

“Folio stole my god damn ski mask!” He didn’t. Noah’s was in the washing machine.

Once he stopped having ‘real’ things to panic over, he began the really sad stuff.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“How am I going to handle being away from you for two months?”

“Can’t you just come with me? Angel can come too!”

After much reassurance, and declining to quit my job and up and leave my entire life to join him on tour, I had finally talked him into bed and waited on the phone while he fell asleep.

Currently, I was sitting at my desk, counting down the seconds until I got to go home. Work had been exhausting, and I was so ready to take my bra off and lay in my pajamas.

I clicked open my phone, not having missed any texts and feeling depressed about it. I hadn’t heard from Noah since 7AM when he sent me a video. I pressed on the video to play it for the hundredth time today.

“Hey babe!” He stood outside his house, coffee in his hand, the large bus sitting behind him. “We’re heading out here in a second! We’re headed to Greenwood, but won’t get there until about 9 or 10 tonight. I may not get service, but I’ll call you when I can! Have a great day at work.” The video ended with a large grin on his face that made me smile to myself.

“What’s got you so giddy?” I looked up to see Sam, my not-so-favorite manager standing on the other side of my desk. I popped my AirPod out, looking up at him.

“What?” I asked him to repeat, not that I hadn’t heard him, if only just to annoy him.

“What has you smiling all day?”

I checked the time on my computer and saw that it was 5PM, so I stood from my desk and grabbed my purse.

“Nothing exciting. Funny TikTok.”

Sam nodded, his eyes roaming over my blouse, down my tight-fitting slacks. I internally gagged and began moving around my desk.

“Hey, Leena,” I turned to look as I passed by him. “You want to grab dinner or something?”

The shock and disgust must have not shown on my face, because he just stared with a toothy grin, confidence rolling off of him.

“I, uh…” My voice stammered, wildly aware how much taller and larger he was than I. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” He seemed bewildered, as if he couldn’t believe someone would turn him down.

“I’m involved with someone.”

He snorted at this. “Since when, Celibate Susie?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. This fucking asshole.

“That’s none of your business, Sam. And I don’t think HR would care for that nickname.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to lock my office.”

He swaggered past me toward the door, turning back around swiftly, causing me to stop short.

“Well, if you change your mind, you’ve got my number.” He was so close that I could still smell the pastrami on his breath from lunch and I almost gagged.

I just glared at him for a beat before he walked away. I locked my office door hurriedly and nearly sprinted for the building doors. Right as I reached my car, I felt my phone vibrating in my bag.

I cursed, struggling to fish it out before Noah’s face flashed across my screen. I swiped the call open and he began speaking before I could greet him.

“Hey babe! We’re stopped for gas and I’m just outside stretching. Sorry I haven’t called. Service has been weird all through Utah. We’re in some backwoods ass town called Green River, I think? It’s kind of creepy, really. Some real Hills Have Eyes stuff.”

“Anyway, how was your day?”

I sighed, now sitting in the driver’s seat of my car, listening to the melody of his voice ramble.

“Ugh, I miss you so much already.”

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #fanfic

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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Um more Haganezuka reader where there’s some fluff between them and some of the gods/human with them? Just vibes. And they see her face w/o the mask

-News travels very fast in Valhalla, and when the report of an attack on the Swordsmith Village, where you called home, supplying the Demon Slayer Corps with their weapons, many were worried about you and the other swordsmiths.

-The demons tried to attack, to leave the Corps without weapons, but the Corps were quick to respond and launched an all-out final attack after Muzan showed up as well.

-You were furious when the Corps took weapons from your storeroom that weren’t perfect or weren’t finished, fighting with any weapon they could get their hands on.

-The Master of the village brought you a sword that he had been holding on for Yoriichi, who had said early on when he arrived in Valhalla that he didn’t want to fight anymore. Yoriichi was in route, hearing about this chance and hearing about the casualties, but needed his sword, which Muzan managed to chip while the master was bringing it to you.

-You entered the zone, your concentration not breaking as you sharpened the blade on the whetstone. A demon had followed the master and your good friend, Komori, had taken the master and ran, telling you to run as well.

-The demon slashed at you, using a whip to hack and slash at you but was stunned when nothing seemed to break your concentration. You finished the blade as the demon went for the killing blow and Yoriichi ran in, kicking the demon from you and he took the blade, “You have my thanks!!” before going on the attack.

-You collapsed, enraged, “Why the hell am I injured?!”

-You don’t remember much of what happened afterwards, as you had passed out due to blood loss, but the next thing you remember was waking up in the infirmary.

-There were flowers all around you, different get-well gifts from different people, the one closest was from that Tanjiro brat who kept breaking or losing your swords, but you had to admit he was strong, and another was from the Master, and you recognized Brunnhilde’s handwriting on a lovely bouquet, from all of the Valkyries.

-After being checked out by the nurses and doctors, you were allowed to sit up, you were tender and stiff, but hungrier more than anything.

-After eating and being told to rest, you were surprised to hear a knock on the door, telling you it was a visitor, and you called out to tell them to come in.

-Lu Bu- You weren’t expecting him, but after he had heard how badly you had been injured in the attack, working on a sword to help defeat Muzan, he wanted to come and see you. He was stunned, seeing you there, without your mask or hair covering; he knew you had luscious hair, but you never took your mask off. You were very attractive and your eyes were sharp, piercing right into him as he came in, holding a jug of hard liquor, a get well gift. He sat beside you and let you vent, roaring with laughter when you told him about the bastards who took all your imperfect weapons. You pouted over at him as he grinned at you, thinking your pouting face was cute before he spoke, “Wanna go get some good once you’re out of here?” you agreed, not fully realizing he had asked you out, but he didn’t fully intend it that way either, it just sort of happened.

-Poseidon and Kojiro- They both froze as you turned your head to face them, revealing your stunning looks to them, and one of your eyebrows lifted, “Why are you standing there blocking the door?” yeah it was you. Kojiro approached, holding a short vase with some flowers in it, setting on your nightstand before putting a comforting hand on your head, “How are you feeling?” your slight grimace of pain was more than enough of an answer as Poseidon spoke, “As soon as the news made it to us we rushed to the village as quickly as possible, but by that time everything was finishing up.” They told you what you already knew, that Muzan had been defeated, but you were surprised when Kojiro blurted out, “You’re really beautiful!” you and Poseidon blinked at him in shock before you looked at him like he had two heads, as you had never really dealt with that before, before Poseidon agreed and you looked between the two, terribly confused and color rising to your cheeks which made them both chuckle warmly.

-Loki- You were thrown off by Loki throwing himself into your arms, the stuffed bear he had brought, dressed like him, was laying at the end of your bed as he hugged you, “You’re okay!!” it was strange, you had never felt like this with anyone before, the gentle comfort and affections he was giving you was so unlike anything you’ve ever received before. He pulled back and he went to say something before he froze, a childlike gasp leaving him as he cupped your cheeks, “You’re so beautiful!!” your eyelid twitched lightly, thrown off by his words, “Huh? What do you mean?” your confusion stunned him before he realized that you always wore that mask of yours, you had no idea how beautiful you actually were!! Thankfully, Loki was there to ‘help’ after you got discharged, dragging you all around Valhalla, letting everyone behold your beauty, which was rather embarrassing.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror lu bu #ror poseidon #ror kojiro sasaki #ror loki

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starsomens · 5 months

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Could you possibly write a story about how Noah’s girlfriend can’t go on tour with him because she has to work a normal job like retail or something so she gets really depressed and misses him so her best friend (gay guy) calls Noah and they plan to surprise her. Either fluff or smut I’m not picky.

Note: I made a friend based off of one of my friends

warnings: Slightly

"Look all I'm saying is that you could quit, you work with us and I can have you around any time of the day" he said setting his luggage on the tour bus. He was leaving for another tour and of course came the difficult part of saying goodbye.

"Noah...you know I like my job and how I feel about working." you say sliding your hands up his chest and hook around his neck "I will miss you though" you pout as his lips come down to meet yours in a peck

"then come with me" he whispered

"Noah you know what I'm going to say, now go on" you playfully slap his butt "your fans are waiting for the king"

After saying your goodbyes to Noah, the boys and the rest of the team, you drive yourself back home. No music on the radio, no calls just yet, just some silence. You always wore a happy face when you sent him off, but deep down it really does hurt to see him go. No funny jokes in the car or recalling memories. Pulling up to your house wasn’t any better either, but it was your rest day before going into work tomorrow so you wanted to get some things done and rest up before the hectic week started.

You would’ve gone back to sleep, but you opted to just stay in bed. You didn’t really like falling asleep, knowing that Noah was gone, and when you would wake up, he wouldn’t be there either which kind of made it worse. Stayed in bed for a couple more hours just scrolling through your phone, about two hours later Noah had given you a call

“ hey princess, how are you holding up?” he asked sounding happy to be talking to you.

“ I’m doing all right but the house feels too quiet… I miss you” you sigh

” I miss you too princess. But I’ll be back before you know it at least we’re not traveling outside the country so if you need me to come back just let me know. I’ll leave them run back to the house.” he chuckled.

“ even if your states away, you’d run for me?”

“ I would crawl for you. It’s not like I haven’t been on my knees for before.” You could practically hear him, wiggling his eyebrows through the phone.

“Noah! The rest of the guys are you!” Gently scolded him

“ don’t worry they either sleep or have their headphones on. It’s not like they don’t know how I am with you, so it wouldn’t be a surprise.” he giggled once again. This would definitely be the death of you.

“Oh Getting a call from Derek” you said as your phone buzzes against your hand “ if you want I can call you back. I’ll make the call quick.” he said not wanting to get off the phone with him.

“ no baby it’s okay go have fun your conversation. Knowing Derek he’s probably gonna tell you about his latest hook up.”

“Okay… I love you I’ll talk to you later”

“ I love you more sunshine” he made a sound and blew a kiss through the phone like he usually likes to do “ I’ll keep you updated when we get to our first stop”

“ make sure to tell Bryan to send me all the pictures he takes of you” a lot of pictures to himself, which always pissed you off because it was always the best pictures of Noah

“ I’ll make sure to tell him no go talk to Derek. He’s probably cursing you out knowing you’re not picking up his call right away.

With that said, you hang up the phone and pick up the next call

“ hey there Bestie I feel like ditching work. I’m just going shopping today because of that you caught a cold and gave it to me.” Right off the bat told you his plan no hesitation just like he would typical Derek.

You chuckle and shake your head” not today Derek I think I might want to go to work. Just not really feeling it today.”

“ oh, babes” it finally struck him “ Did Noah leave for tour already?” he asked

“ yeah… not really in the mood to go shopping you know?” You couldn’t help start to feel a massive weight on your chest. Course you miss Noah but you’re also just really sad he wasn't around. You know what came with the package when you would date someone who was in the music industry. And you accepted it....but it never got easier. Some tours felt shorter than others. He's only been gone for some hours and you wanted him back already.

You finally got yourself out of bed, shower and get yourself ready for a day of work. Derek came to pick you up and even brought your usual coffee and breakfast order. He always knew how to sweeten you up, even if it was just a little. Work was as it usually was stubborn customers, long hours, and even longer time staring at the clock, waiting for closing. but it did beat staying at home all by yourself Waiting for Noah. You got to crack jokes about customers with Derek.

It was going really well for the first week or so. You’d get home and take a nice relaxing bath and chat with Noah. Sometimes it was his day off so you got to video call with him and see the sites of the state he was currently in. He had even secretly grabbed merchandise from each store of anything you pointed out and cute. And for that week OK that wasn’t until the next month hit… Derek was doing a phenomenal job. Especially after, He did offer for you to go out to your favorite little drink spot and it honestly sold it nicely. He took him up on the offer. However, by the end of the night he just kept sipping on your now water down drink we’re calling memories about Noah. Some of them having a little too much information then he usually ask you for.

He took you home and made sure that you were inside of your house, and that your door was locked

“ don’t worry Y/N, it’s the first day I promise you will be better and you’ll just be looking forward to him coming home you’ll see” he may have said that with too much confidence….

The next week and a half you would mow around and almost any little thing that reminded me of you would make you tear up. And he wasn’t to complain about his best friend. However, there was only so much that his sanity he could take seeing as that he was now holding sanity for you both.

The only time you seem to feel happier when you had a video call with Noah, but sometimes they were cut short due to him having to go out and perform. Luckily, some of the staff were good friends with you and would video call you during his performances, it was nice that you wish you could have been there in person.

Sometimes you really did regret not taking up on his offer. But you didn’t just want to be on tour as his girlfriend who just tagged along you would’ve felt like you were freeloading away. Oh, how you missed him to go to bed. The way he peered your entire face with kisses whenever you have a nightmare. How he warm up your hands by holding them in his and blowing hot air onto them. You felt like a teenager who missed her crush in a way it wasn’t too far off from that. Going to about 2 1/2 months of you being an absolute dread and depression your best friend had had enough. So during one of your episodes, where you just laid in bed, playing all of your songs on repeat, he made a little phone call to Noah.

You have no idea how you didn’t hear the conversation. All you knew was that you were now in your office job face-to-face with your boyfriend with a large book of roses. If the tour dates were right, he was supposed to be basically on the other side of the country here he was, your jaw was slag as you stared at him, not knowing whether to scream or to jump on him

“ did you miss me princess?” he asked with the sarcastic you finally found the world to move your legs and throw the entire body weight on him which he caught gracefully.

“ of course I missed you you fucking idiot. How Could you ask me something like that?! How are you even here? Why are you even here??!”

You had every question possible, and it was answered with a gentle, the long kiss on your lips. Derek took cans of the bouquet of flowers as your arms wrapped around nose in his around your waist. He pulled your body flush against yours as you were left, only on your tiptoes to reach him. it felt like nearly 100 years without him kissing you were holding you. You wanted to say frozen in the moment for as long as you could. Forever if it was possible. He was so warm and comforting, you felt like you were finally whole again with him in your arms

“ well, if you had to know How I’m here whenever shows had to be delayed due to weather, so I got a quick flight back home. Of course Derek helped me make their arrangements times and flights. He also told me how sad and down your feelings since I’ve been gone I feel awful so I came back.” he smiled at you. “ really this is all because of him he deserves all the credit.”

“Ahem” Derek cleared his throat causing you to finally separate from one another “well go on, enjoy the rest of your day” he said handing you the flowers once more

“What do you mean? I’m still on the shift” you asked confused

“Nope. I spoke with Jan and you’re cleared for the day. I took your shift”

“Derek..” you wrap your arms around your friend and squeeze him tightly "...what did I ever do to deserve a friend like you? This means so much more to me than you think" you sniff

He hugs you back tightly " Honey, I'm your best friend, I know this means everything to you. But don't worry you're filling me in when we do inventory on Friday" he smirks at you with a sassy wink

Noah already had a pay back in mind for all his help. But now He just wanted to spend time with you. Once you leave the building and into the parking lot Noah pulls you close and whispers to you

"I hope you know we aren't sleeping tonight"

"Did you miss me that much?" you nudge him with your body as you stop to open your car and put the flowers in the back seat. You bend into the car to place them securely when you suddenly feel something push against your ass

"Well...let's just say my hand didn't exactly scratch the itch I had" he smirks as you slowly rise back up making sure to push against him more as you stood

"Well, we cant have that now can we?" you pat his chest returning the smile

"And I think you can say the same for yourself huh princess?"

"The sooner we get into the bedroom, the sooner we'll find out"

That day Noah is very sure he ran 2 red lights on the way home. But coming home to you was all worth it. To be in your arms at the end of the day, he'd give up everything, every time, if it was for you.

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bandaged-writer · 1 year

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𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦

pov. domestic moments in life feat. dazai, ranpo, chuuya & odasaku

genre. tooth-rotting fluff

note. fun fact, these are based on real life events c: enjoy some tooth-rotting fluff

𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

The movie in the background seems like mere static when you're all cuddled up in Dazai's arms, a blanket wrapped around the both of you and several cups of Sake in your veins. You can't tell what exactly Dazai is talking about; not when his voice goes down your spine like honey and the TV illuminates his face in several soft hues.

To think that your best friend is gifted with beautifully deep hazel eyes, a sharp jawline and a voice that lulls you to sleep whenever a nightmare decides to haunt you. It's unfair, really. You know damn well that he is far from perfect. In fact, he is a man who's torn at the edges, his colors smudged and dreams that are made up of grey.

But to you, he is beautifully imperfect.

"And that's how I stole Kunikida's credit card. Eh?" Dazai shoots you a puzzled gaze and waves his hand in front of your face. "Earth to [Name]. You still there?"

Ripped out of your daze, you shake your head and smile despite the warmth spreading across your face. "Why wouldn't I be?," you muse in sing-song tones.

Dazai knows the look on your face. It's the very same look women give him once he's had his fair share of fun with them, but there's one thing that differentiates you from them. It's laced with pure intentions and God, does that look suit you. He's never seen a mouth that he would kill to kiss.

Raising his hand, Dazai cups your cheek in one hand and smiles when you lean into his touch. "You seemed to be staring a tad bit too long."

A hum vibrates in your throat as you turn your head to the side and press a lingering kiss to Dazai's wrist. Briefly, his pulse picks up, you note before a drunken giggle spills from your mouth.

"Am I?"

𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗣𝗢 𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔

Leaves have long since turned yellow, red and every pretty shade of orange when raindrops shower down from above. Hurriedly, Ranpo pulls his hat over his hair and runs alongside you who's desperately clutching on to the files of the case he's just solved.

"We won't make it!," you call out, lungs gasping for air and each breath coming out in white puffs of air.

"Nonsense!," Ranpo argues, sticking his finger high up in the air as if to prove a point. "We can't miss the bus home! It's the last one! Swing your legs, [Name]!"

You can't help the laughter bubbling from within your chest at Ranpo's words. He grasps your hand, pulling you along with him through the rain and exclaiming something about having to call Dazai if you're not going to keep up; and oh, the brunette was a horrible driver.

In the distance, you can see the bus arriving at its stop and several people entering. With your goal within sight, you pull together whatever strength you have left and make a run for it until you land into one cushioned seat and Ranpo flops down next to you with a groan.

"We made it," you sigh in relief.

"Remind me to never accept such late cases ever again! I'm a detective, not an athlete! Next time, I'm gonna charge them extra!"

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

The sun is setting behind Yokohama's scenery of the sea and colorful neon lights illuminating the streets when you're on your way home from a gathering held by the Port Mafia. Much to your dismay, your feet ache and scream for rest after having run to and fro, dishing out words of congrats, compliments and simple formalities.

"Enough. Off you go," you grumble to yourself, bend down and take off those ridiculous high heels. The pair dangles around your fingers while you're walking down the streets, positively barefooted.

"Are you nuts?! You can't just walk barefooted!" It's Chuuya who has caught up to you and of course, his attention is immediately snatched by your nude feet. No one is insane enough to walk around like this, after all.

"But my feet hurt!" A pout graces your lips at Chuuya's scolding. He couldn't possibly hope to understand the pain of running around in high heels all damn evening and smiling even though it felt like your heels were continuously being stabbed by Lego pieces.

Chuuya rolls his eyes and sighs. You would be the death of him. "You're impossible, [Name]. Where are your spare shoes?"

"..In the car."

Ah, you likely forgot to take them with you as always. Maybe if your head wasn't attached to your shoulders, then you would definitely forget that one, too. Or so Chuuya thinks of you as he bends down in front of you, azure eyes fluttering shut.

"Come. I'll carry you there," he offers although there's a bit of a grumble laced in it. Chuuya doesn't mind carrying you, but he sure does mind you possibly seeing the pink dust on his cheeks.

"Really? You're a lifesaver, Chuuya!," you gasp. Although Chuuya can't see you, he knows you're sparkling from the inside out with a grin on your face that rivals the sun. It makes him wonder why someone as pure as you is in the Mafia, but it's not his business to poke his nose into.

Carefully, you climb Chuuya's back and carefully wrap your arms around his neck, chin resting right next to his face. Feet dangling in the air, you hum a warm thanks and he squeezes your thigh in return.

"Let's go home, hm?"

𝗢𝗗𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘

"So? How do you like it?" Your cheek rests on your palm, a smile upon your lips when Odasaku closes the book you gave him shut. The dim lighting of Lupin along with the music playing in the background casts a feeling of belonging, comfort. Or maybe it's just Odasaku's presence; you don't care too much either way.

He takes a sip of the alcohol in his glass. "It's good," he deadpans.

You pout. "That's all? Jeez, you're always so scarce with your words, aren't you?"

No, it's not that Odasaku has no appreciation for the book you have recently finished writing. If anything, he's uncertain of how to phrase his appreciation for the words that no one else but you can string together in a way that touches his heart. How is a mere man supposed to say that a mere book of poems made him fall head over heels for you?

Poems are bleeding hearts swinging a pen across a blank sheet of paper and giving it value with each soft stroke. When Odasaku thinks about it, maybe writing is equal to stripping naked in front of an audience to let them see each sliver of hope a soul carries, each scar a body bears and all the imperfections of a person's mind.

Words of love wished upon a single dandelion seed found home in his carefully guarded heart.

"It's not that I don't like it. It's more like..," he drifts off, brushing his calloused palm across the book's cover with the ghost of a smile. "You make me feel like even I can write a book, someday."

At that, your gaze seems to light up and your lips curve up into the smile Oda loves to see so much. Sometimes, he wishes you could see yourself from his point of view. The dimples you curse, that one scar on your cheek and the dark circles underneath that you cuss out every morning; he cherishes them so much.

"I can't write to read your book, Odasaku."

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aetheternity · 2 years

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That only happens in the movies~

A/N: Me: I'm just gonna write a small, quick headcanon post. Also me:

Synopsis: Just little things that 5wirl does with/for you based on romantic tropes in movies or tv.

Disclaimer: No pronouns used but Venti's part refers to reader as "maiden" once.

Kaedehara "kisses you in the rain" Kazuha

Kazuha didn't know and still doesn't really know how to approach the long standing feelings you give him. But you're starting to slip away, patience wearing thin and he's watching it play out, troubled with how to deal. At some point he doesn't know what comes over him but it's nearly two am Saturday morning when he hops on a bus heading straight for your house.

Yeah it's early and yeah it's pouring now, water soaking into his socks as he knocks on the door a little too hard. But you have to hear him, you need to come to the door. He watches the light flicker on inside finally pondering just what he might be able to say at such an ungodly hour. The thuds of your footsteps behind the door matching the pound of his heart. "Do you know-" You start but Kazuha's rain soaked face stops you.

His hair undone, strands clung to his forehead and cheek. "Kazu.." You say and then the realization that Kazuha was standing at your front door overtaken by sheets of rain flooding all around him made you blink in horror. "Oh my.. you're gonna catch-" But just as soon his lips were making you forget.. His cold wet nose gently sliding against yours.

His tongue slipping past your lips allowing you to taste what could only be described as purely Kazuha in every way you'd ever imagined. His arms finding purchase around your waist as yours fell onto his shoulders. He kissed the last of his own doubt away, you kissed him till all he could think about was you. You both stayed right there for who knows how long. Until you'd managed to find yourselves indoors huddled into each other's heat beneath the warmth of a blanket. Until you both knew for certain you belonged to each other.

Aether "and his attempt at cooking breakfast while you cuddle him like a koala"

He's got your body weight wrapped around him. Your ankles latched around his waist, breaths even against his nape as he works a spatula through a pan of eggs while simultaneously sifting around the fridge for some juice. He chuckles as the hold you have on his shoulders tightens trying desperately to continue the dream he'd forced you from when you'd both left the bed.

"Do you plan on joining me at some point?" He hums, shifting your body against him so you could hold on better.

He feels the scraps of your fingernails sifting over his bare shoulder blade and a grunt of protest slips from your throat. He doesn't need a glimpse of your face, he's already picturing the precious pout decorating those adorable cheeks of yours.

He meekly sighs, "I was going to cook some hash browns seeing as you love them so much but I don't feel like eating all by myself.."

Your head jerks up, you ignore the devilish grin on his face in favor of looking at the ingredients littering the counter. Sure enough everything he uses to make his famous homemade hash browns was already littering the space. "Mm so hungry." You moan He doesn't even begin to hide his laughter, cupping your head as you press it back into his shoulder, planting a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Get a couple more minutes of sleep in. I'll have it all done soon."

Venti "arriving at your door after a fight with a boombox above his head."

He wasn't quite as emotionally resonate as he could've been when last you two spoke. And when you'd told him you were going to head home he hadn't stopped you. Hours later and the grim beacon of hope you'd always possessed when it came to Venti never dulled. You sat so close by your phone, not letting it sit more than a couple inches away at your side the entire day.

You guys didn't fight that much so this spat couldn't possibly be worse than any other you'd shared with your partner of a year and six months. You already had the list of everything you wanted, no needed to apologize for. You just needed him to call you first. Just needed his voice to let you know that he no longer needed space and that it was completely safe to shower him with the affection you'd missed out on the whole day.

Your ears quirked at the sudden blast of your favorite song. Venti's song. The one you two hummed nearly every day since he'd introduced it to you. You stood from your seat on the couch, wrenching the window open to your boyfriend's cheeky smile. His black stereo poised high above his head as the drifting melody of the chorus grew louder with the closer exposure.

"Won't you come down fair maiden?!" He called high above the booming melody.

The laugh you let out was unrelenting and you raced out the door, down the stairs and into your boyfriend's arms. Kissing your way across his cheek and neck, over the shell of his ear and atop both pretty eyelids. His giggles so refreshing as he held you tight. So so tight, close so he could hear the whispers of your apology but he shrugged them off.

"Come, dance to our song with me, I've already forgiven you as I hope you'll do for me."

Shikanoin "shows up at your job toting gifts aplenty" Heizou

You didn't bother reminding your boyfriend about Valentine's day. You weren't that invested in the "holiday" as it was. But this year your disinterest was more in the form of prioritization or a need to read over the last of your notes for a work project you'd spent weeks obsessing over. Of course your darling Hei knew that because he listened to every one of your boring work stories now matter how dreadfully and painfully long.

But of course the mysterious glint in his eyes when you kissed him goodbye that day, let you know that regardless of your obvious apathy something you'd have to clean up was going to transpire today.

So it should've been no surprise to you when a chorus of giggling and gasping littered the halls outside your office door. The melody of women chattering away enthusiastically soon becoming hard to ignore. When the door to your office slid open a crowd of pink fur oozed its way in, limb by limb.

"Oh my archons!" You slapped both hands over your face, eyes nearly falling from their sockets.

"Give me a minute there's more!" He winked as he set the bear in the corner with a grunt.

A line of your co workers soon filed into your office with a large assortment of candies, flowers, smaller bears and finally a large basket of fruit filled with all of your favorites. A couple of your co workers slapped your back, some commenting about how jealous they were as your work space soon became nearly unrecognizable.

"Well? You like?" Heizou smiled gesturing with the bear he'd brought in's paw.

"I hate you so much!" You grunt, running into his arms immediately capturing his lips. "My boss, is gonna kill me!" You remark between each kiss. "We're not supposed to allow outsiders in our offices, especially not with all of this!"

Heizou let out a hum, "I needed to treat my favorite person in the whole wide world." He slid his arms tighter around your waist. "You've been working way too hard lately. He left a quick kiss in the crook of your neck, pulling away to massage your shoulders.

"Don't worry, I'll disappear before your boss comes back." He says with a wave of his hand, grabbing his jacket that he'd set down when he brought in the bear.

"Great, that solves one of my problems." You sigh, bowing your head but even so your smile is quite apparent.

"Can't wait to see what you got me.." He teases with an obvious wink.

You huff with a playful roll of your eyes shoving him out of your office as he chuckles. He turns in his stride with one final wink and an exhaustive amount of blown kisses as he heads for the exit.

Xiao "with his hand in your back pocket."

It's an enigma to anyone that knows of your relationship with Xiao. A blooming curiosity of sorts, how did you two even get together? Sometimes asked more politely than that. But even you'd questioned it on occasion when you kissed Xiao's cheek in private and he froze barely breathing. Or even just rubbing his knuckles to indicate wanting to hold his hand and getting a weird look in response.

Xiao would open up eventually, it'd only been three months you simply told yourself. But even so you still weren't quite sure how to properly approach him. You simply reminded him constantly that he was allowed to hold your hand or give you kisses whenever he desired it. And after so long it seemed as though your prayers had finally come into fruition.

Xiao had picked you up after classes as he always did and the two of you walked in almost complete silence to the ice cream truck always pulled up just outside of campus grounds at this time of day. Though as the two of you walked back towards Xiao's dorm you noticed his eyes lingering on your torso. That was new.. you had begun to assume Xiao didn't have sexual thoughts.

You opened your mouth to speak just as quickly shutting it when you saw Xiao attempt to speak in the same manner. Though disappointment soon struck when he clasped his mouth shut as well.

"Wh-what's wrong, Xiao?" You try awkwardly. He stops abruptly in his stride and in turn you do the same. The blossom of pink on his cheeks becoming less and less faint as he stared intently at your waist. "Xiao.."

He soon grunted catching you completely off guard. His eyes darted away shutting firmly almost as though your pocket had uttered something offensive. "Xiao.." You try once more reaching out to brush stray strands of his hair back from his face. "Please talk to me." You utter gently

He finds it in himself to look into your eyes then back down to your pocket. "That- movie we watched the other day.. The couple.. the man with his hand in her back pocket.." He points as though he hopes you'll piece the rest together in his stead. When you don't say a word in reply he sighs, "Do you.. wish we did that?"

And once the last of the puzzle pieces fall into line it dawns on you why Xiao was so attentive to a movie you'd been sure he wouldn't like. You have to stop yourself from snorting at the very clumsy way the two of you had approached such normal couples mannerisms.

"I'd love it, if you'd put your hand in my back pocket Xiao Xiao, thanks for asking first." Even with the encouragement Xiao was still hesitant until you graciously slipped his clenching hand into the back pocket of your jeans. "Kinda feels like it belongs there huh?" You tease a bit, a little too thrilled at the way Xiao's face flushed with red.

The two of you managed to stay that way until you reached Xiao's dorm. Straight through the hustle and bustle like the couple you'd always hoped you two could be.

#5wirl x reader #i'm the first person to write 5wirl x reader it seems #congrats to me for making the tag tasteful quickly #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #aether x gender neutral reader #aether x reader #venti x reader #heizou x reader #heizou x you #xiao x reader #xiao x gender neutral reader #5wirl

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notallsandmen · 1 year

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for the WIP game: you know I'm obsessed with Hob titty fucking, I think everyone else should be too

It was a sveltering London summer day. Hob nearly passes out on the bus home, and he has to stand in the shower for half an hour to cool down.

It didn’t use to be this fucking hot. So much had changed in just a few centuries, and not for the better.

But something as petty as cataclysmic global warming was apparently not enough to stop Dream from popping by for a cheeky afternoon shag: only giving Hob a salutary little bow and a wry half-smile before practically tackling him into bed. Dream’s clothes had melted away with Hob’s remaining resolve; now, they were naked and panting into each other’s mouths. Dream’s damn smirk was somewhat undermined by the rosy-dawning blush spreading from his cheeks all the way down to his navel. Hob had tried to be pragmatic and suggest that they could take this to the Dreaming instead, but apparently Dream was barred due to similar overheating issues, so they were stuck here now. Quite literally — it feels heretical, the way Hob’s sweaty skin cloys for Dream’s sultrily temperate skin.

Hob presses his entire face into Dream’s cool chest and groans so loudly, he can feel it rattle through Dream’s ribcage.

“Are you well, little darling?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Hob can see the onyx-lacquered nail tracing orbits into the Hob’s furred thigh.

“I know I have had a penchant for hyperbole in the past. But I’m actually dying. The heat, Dream. The fucking heat.”

Dream nods slowly, as if Hob was just randomly listing the physical properties of their environment, like a rambling toddler losing the thread of the story they’re telling.

It would be condescending if it wasn’t so maddeningly arousing. Hob might have a problem.

“Would you prefer not to have sex, so as to not risk your body over-heating?”

“Would I…?”, Hob chuckles exasperatedly.

“No I would obviously not prefer that, because I’ve evidently lost every remaining survival instinct from disuse.”

He pauses to empty the glass of water on his bedside table.

“Oi, Pillow Prince of Stories — you could be on top, for once, seeing as you’re not as affected by the heat as I am.”

The way Dream solemnly nods, resigning himself to his tragic fate, to again be saddled with the crushing duty of “having to do any work in bed except for coming”, was frankly so adorably melodramatic that the end of Hob’s sentence trailed out into a sputter.

“Fine, fine, if you’re going to pout about it, I yield.”

Still straddling Dream, Hob closes his eyes and tries to estimate what he could realistically be able to perform without ruining the afterglow with fainting salts.

Only now does Hob register the way he was unconsciously dragging his cock over Dream’s blessedly cool chest.

Well, that’s a thought.

Hob can’t deny that he descends into a heart-eyed mess every time he witnesses Dream laying eyes on his own chest hair; making a content little hum as his nimble fingers card through the coarse pelt like a homecoming.

But the idea of doing this, to rut against Dream’s silky-smooth chest, to come all over —

”Hob? Are you having a heat-stroke? Should I consult a physician?”

Dream’s brows furrow in concern, and Hob feels a bit high-maintenance with his autonomic nervous system baggage and everything.

”Like this?”

It was meant to be suggestive, but Hob feels himself sheepishly flush when his voice comes out as a dry croak.

It was hardly the most energy-efficient position, given the heat.

But as a bead of sweat falls from Hob’s temple down onto Dream’s throat, trickling down his breastbone, Hob realizes that he wouldn’t be able to get it out of his head, now.

Right — it’s settled. Hob needs to fuck Dream’s tits.

Dream looks down at himself, and then back up at Hob in confusion, pressing two fingers against Hob’s wrist where they grasp his hips, not very discreetly checking his pulse. Dream’s concerns were evidently soothed enough to plummet him back into his ordinary state of perplexed feline imperiousness, scoffing:

”Why would you want that?”

“Why?”, Hob laughs, a little maniacally. As if it would be a hardship. As if he’s not already smearing a drop of pre into the tuft of hair on Dream’s chest.

”Let me show you why.”

Continue to read:

#thank you my darling #it is almost finished #time to release the slick seal into the wild #this wip has gotten away from me #dreamling #my dreamling writing #non-pen challenge

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navnae · 1 year

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Okay so I had this cute little idea of rockstar Eddie’s daughter being obsessed with slime influencer Steve’s content. No one asked for this but I wanted to write it :)

Corroded Coffin has been on the road for several months now and Eddie has never been happier. He got to spend time with his daughter while performing with his best friends since childhood, nothing could beat it. The next stop for their tour was Eddie’s hometown Hawkins, Indiana. He was more than excited to go back home and see how things have changed ever since he left. Most importantly he wanted to reunite his daughter and his uncle Wayne because it’s been awhile since they last saw each other. Eddie had this whole plan running through his head as he sat on the couch that was in the front of the bus and sitting across from him was his seven year old daughter, Lily, who had her eyes glued to her phone and she had a wide smile on her face. Eddie noticed that she’s been addicted to that thing ever since she got it and most of the time she would spend her days in her room just to watch whatever was on that tiny little screen. Eddie let out a sigh once he let his guilt settle on his shoulders.

“Lily,” Eddie said with a firm voice. Lily’s head sprung up and she looked at him confusingly. Eddie bit his lip contemplating if he wanted to tell her to stay off her phone for a bit or let her continue to stay on it. After a few seconds he thought it would be best to put a limit on the usage she had on her phone. “Stay off of your phone for a little bit, okay?”

“Okay. Can I watch just one more video then?” Lily asked while using her classic pout. Eddie laughed lightly and gave in by nodding his head.

“Alright but just one, what are you watching anyways?” Eddie asked with his eyebrows furrowed. Lilly started to beam before she hopped up from the couch and made her way over to the couch Eddie was sitting on then sat beside him. Eddie flinched when she quickly turned the phone towards him and on the screen was a video of someone playing with this colorful goop.

“This! I’ve been watch this really awesome channel that makes slime. Just look at it.” Lily said excitedly while pointing to the screen. Eddie squinted his eyes and he watched the screen, nothing changed while watching the videos they were all the same content and Lily was giggling like she saw the funniest thing in the world. Eddie just didn’t get it.

“Maybe I’m getting old but what’s so entertaining about this?” Eddie scratched his head and earned an eye roll from Lily.

“It’s entertaining because slime is fun! I always wanted to have my own slime but you never have time to stop anywhere and get it.” Lily expressed her sadness with her eyes looking up at Eddie and she jutted out her lip. Eddie frowned once he thought about how Lily never got to do things outside of going to the concerts then return to eat and sleep on the bus just to do the same routine again. Eddie should’ve understood that Lily wanted to do kid things but she was never able to. Eddie looked away feeling worse than he did before then looked at Lily with a soft smile.

“Alright, I’ll tell you what. How about we purchase one of those slimes from this creator and you can play with for as long as your little heart desires, okay?” Eddie said as he tickled Lilly’s stomach and she started laughing with her hands flailing all over the place. Lily nodded her head and gave Eddie a big hug. He held her tightly as he squeezed her softly before letting her go. Lily had the biggest smile on her face and Eddie couldn’t help but smile back. “Well I am a man of my word, where can we get this stuff?”

“I’m glad you asked. This is the website and this is the address for the shop.” Lily explained while tapping and pointing at the details that were on the screen. From what Eddie could see from the insanely tiny font, apparently the shop is located in Hawkins and they weren’t to far from it. Eddie was impressed by how fast Lily was able to find this information and by the little smirk on her face so was she.

“I see. I’m pretty the guys wouldn’t mind if we made a quick stop, huh.” Eddie said loud enough for his band mates to hear who were in and out of sleep in their beds. They groaned at the idea while Eddie and Lily giggled about their misery.

Eddie gave the tour bus driver the directions to the place after a long session of batting his eyelashes and using Lily’s pout to his advantage. The driver gave in then headed towards the area where the shop was supposed to be. It took them less then thirty minutes to get there and when they arrived Eddie could see the place from the bus, he had to admit it looked pretty official. The logo was big, bright, had beautiful lights surrounding the bold words, and there was a cute cartoon drawing of a guy that was playing with said slime. Eddie couldn’t get enough the design and Lily started freaking out once she caught a glimpse of the shop. She jumped all over the bus while squealing, before Eddie could tell her to stop he was already being pulled by his hand and she dragged him off the bus in a hurry. The driver called out to Eddie letting him know that they were on a time crunch so this interaction had to be pretty quick. Both of them finally made it to the front of the shop and Lily opened the door while still pulling on Eddie’s hand as he struggled catching his breath.

“Hurry up slow poke.” Lily snapped when Eddie put his hands on his knees and he tried to even his breathing. Sometimes he wondered whose kid she was because her stamina was insane the there was Eddie who could even run for one minute without getting tired. It took Eddie a minute to finally lift himself up and really look around the place.

There were shelves that had big and small containers that had all types of slime in it and there were different labels on them as well. Eddie and Lily were looking around with their jaws on the floor, neither of them were expecting the shop to look this good especially since the creator didn’t really have a team behind them. Eddie snapped out of his thoughts and remembered that they better make this purchase quick or his driver will leave him, he wouldn’t but Eddie didn’t want to test that theory anytime soon. Eddie hurried over to where Lily was as she was about to reach and touch one of the slimes, he put a hand in her shoulder then guided her towards the cash register.

“We never touch things without the owners permission, okay?” Eddie said softly. He didn’t like having to scold Lily but sometimes it was needed. She didn’t protest and only nodded slowly.

“She’s fine, I’m okay with the customers touching anything that’s on the shelves. What are you lovely folks looking for today?” A deep voice caught Eddie off guard and he looked away from Lily to meet the gaze of a man that was extremely attractive. He had big brown eyes, gorgeous hair, he wore a casual T-shirt that was way too tight and it showed off his muscular build, and his smile had Eddie’s mind going blank, no good thought was in his brain. It might have been a little bit stereotypical for him to assume that a small woman was running this shop or was interested in anything like slime but he never thought that a man like this would be the one behind it all.

“I…um, w-we uh. Shit.” Eddie breathed. The man looked at him with confusion and Lily face palmed out of embarrassment. His face started to heat up as he struggled to get any words out that made sense and he kept shaking his head every time he said something wrong. Things got worse when the man started to laugh at him, Eddie just gave up and covered his mouth out of fear that he would just make things even worse. The man put his arms on the counter and leaned forward with a smile.

“To make this a little easier I’ll just show you the more popular slimes that I have, yeah?” The man said directing the question more towards Lily. She started jumping up and down again while squealing like she did prior. He laughed at her cuteness then led both of them to a shelf that he had in the back. Eddie watched as he pointed to all the slimes that he had and he explained to Lily about the names along with the texture. There were a few samples he had on the shelf which he gave to Lily to test out and see what she thought about each one. Eddie smiled at seeing his daughter so excited, if no one was hear he definitely would’ve cried no doubt. He straightened myself up when the man walked over to where he was standing and stood right next to him. Eddie wouldn’t necessarily he was nervous but this guy made his heart beat a little too fast for his liking.

“She’s a sweet kid, yours?” The man asked. Eddie could feel his eyes burning into the side of his head and it took everything in him not to blush like an idiot.

“Yep. All mine, you should’ve seen the way she acted when we first pulled up. The kid is obsessed with your videos.” Eddie managed to say casually without stuttering. When Eddie gathered the courage to turn his head to look at the man, he was shocked.

“Really?” His voice kind of raised in pitch making Eddie laugh a little. The man joined in as he started to laugh too.

“Yeah, I mean what can I say? The videos are nicely done, they’re entertaining and fun, basically all the right stuff. I can see the appeal.” Eddie lowered his voice slightly at the last part then he eyed the man once again and took in his appearance, like he stated before this guy was very attractive. Confidence went all throughout his body when he saw the man blushing to no end. A smirk made it’s way onto Eddie’s face.

“I’m honored. It’s not everyday that you find out that Eddie Munson’s kid watches you, right?” Now it was Eddie’s turn to look at the man with a shocked expression. Eddie tried to form words but the only thing he did was leave his mouth open with nothing important coming out of it. The man laughed at the priceless reaction before focusing back on Eddie, “and before you ask of course I know who the biggest rockstar of our time is and his daughter who’s the face of every toy brand you can think of.”

Eddie didn’t know why he was so shocked by the man knowing who he was. Maybe it was because he didn’t look like he would listen to anything that Eddie made, then again Eddie has made so many assumptions today that he should probably stop it before it’s to late. Eddie smiled impressed by the man’s knowledge of him. Now felt like the right time to really know who this guy is.

“I never exactly caught your name.” Eddie said while pointing a finger at the mystery man. He didn’t even realize he was smiling for so long until his cheeks started to hurt.

“My apologies, I’m Steve Harrington.” The man that Eddie now knows as Steve reached his hand out making it clear that he wanted Eddie to shake it. Eddie gladly took Steve’s hand into his own and shook it, their hands stayed like that for awhile as they looked into each other’s eyes while everything around them became blurry. Eddie could feel his heart beating faster than before and he started blushing just by the intense eye contact Steve was giving him. Both of them didn’t realize that by this time Lily was done picking out a slime and she ran up to them excitedly.

“I want this one!” Lily shook the example container around. Steve and Eddie swiftly pulled their hands away from each other feeling their faces getting hot.

“You have? I guess we can get Mr. Steve here to check this out for us.” Eddie matched Lily’s excited energy, he looked at Steve and he smiled at the pair.

“Alrighty then, I’ll ring this up for you then.” Steve crouched to get on Lily’s level and he took the slime into his hand. Eddie couldn’t hear the comment conversation between them but the way Lily laughed at whatever Steve said made his heart melt. Another moment of Eddie being shocked by Steve’s entire existence. He was amazing with Lily and he didn’t treat them any differently from his other costumers.

Steve went to the back of the of the shop and grabbed the container that had the same slime in it but it wasn’t the sample. He ran back to the front to ring up the slime and with a bright smile on his face then he gave the container to Lily. She happily took it before immediately playing with it. Eddie told Lily to run back to the bus and he’ll be there in a sec. It was never Eddie’s intention to keep talking to the owner of the shop but since it was Steve that he was talking to, things changed quickly. Knowing that time was working against him Eddie turned on the charm that he somewhat had after being a stuttering mess around Steve. After a lot of corny jokes and laughing that filled the room Eddie walked out of the shop with Steve’s number in his phone. He didn’t hesitate to text Steve as soon as he got on the bus and he planned on staying in Hawkins for a few more days, he couldn’t wait to see Steve again.

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