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luveline · 3 months

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𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can). 2k words. requested here

cw fem!reserved/shy!reader, first kiss, heavy kissing, mutual pining, eddie being a hot dork

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Some people (Steve) call Eddie your loser boyfriend, while other people (the girls at work) call him the rockstar.

You see both sides of him now.

“Sweetheart!” he calls, the passenger seat window rolled down, his voice strong where he shouts behind the wheel. The van bumps the curve, leaving a sanguine line of rust in its wake and a creak to make everybody on the sidewalk wince.

“Hello,” you call back.

The van hums. You wait for him to be at a definite stop before you approach, hands on the open window, leaning up so as to see him best. It’s not just a usual date night tonight, Eddie’s taking you to Indianapolis for a rock show, and he’s dressed the part. “Woah, you look cool,” you say, bravely, wondering if that’s the right thing to say. It’s undoubtedly true —he’s slicked his curls with mousse to define them and leave them pitch black in accordance with his eyeshadow, dark and tapped into his lash line. The top he wears is incredibly tight, carving the softer lines of his abs for anyone to see, and his black jacket is ripped in places to expose the ink of his tattoos. “Are they multiplying?”

“What?” he asks, grinning at you. “Are you getting in? It’s freezing!”

“Your tattoos,” you explain, opening the door and popping up into the van with one shoe on the step.

“Shit, you wanna see?”

You’re not scared of Eddie, you just like him. He doesn’t worry you, doesn’t pressure you, nothing nefarious about him. He’s pretty, he’s considerate, and he does stuff like this, peeling out of his jacket to flex his arm at you and show you the Saran wrapping around his bicep. “Like that one?” he asks.

He has nice arms, and they’re all the better for his painful obsession. His newest one is difficult to see well under the wrapping. He notices you squinting and moves it up, tape pulling his skin.

“Another bat?” you ask.

“Not cool?”

“So cool,” you disagree. This bat is unlike the others on his arm, which are small and simple in comparison. This one is heavily detailed and very dark, fangs in small triangles bared. The eyes aglow. The skin around it is red. “Did you get that today?”

“On a whim. Still wanna date me, or is it getting to be too much?”

You can’t answer him, and he knows that. You’re not very good at navigating intimate conversation or circumstance, though you like him, and he must know that too. Or he must really like you. Your dates have been chaste. Only last time could you work up the courage to take his hand, but when you had, he rewarded your courage with a drove of tenderness, fingers rubbing your knuckles and squeezing soft patterns for hours at the back of the movie theatre.

The drive to Indianapolis takes near enough an hour. Eddie puts you on map duty but doesn’t use it, ignoring your offer of directions on the insistence that he knows a shortcut and then rerouting when you get too lost. He tells you there are snacks for you in the centre console and laughs, endeared, when you pop the lid and smile at it all. You talk about the show, a band you’d never heard of but had wanted to see on the grounds of sharing his interests. That’s what couples do, right? They try to do things together. You have to put yourself out of your comfort zone, and you’re happy to try if it means you can do it with him.

“You nervous?” he asks, pulling into the parking garage outside of the venue, a towering, multi-story fiasco crammed with cars and motorbikes.

“No,” you say, not quite mumbling as you look down at your hands.

“Good, don’t be. I’m gonna look after you, we’re gonna have a great time. And then we can get takeout after?” You look up. He stretches his arm out to glance at his watch. “I would’ve taken you before, but good old Indianapolis keeps getting further away.” He smiles apologetically.

You laugh without meaning to. His smile ramps up a notch.

“I love when you laugh. You have such a cute laugh,” he says.

“I know you’re lying,” you say, still laughing anyways.

“I’m not lying, I love the way you laugh!” He shakes his head, curls falling away from his face as he flicks on the light on the car roof. “We have half an hour till doors open.”

“You don’t wanna line up?”

“It’s kind of overwhelming and I figured we’d stay near the back of the crowd for your first gig here, it gets pretty rowdy.” He says ‘pretty rowdy’ like a drag, nodding gently, eyes lit with mirth. You love it when he talks like that.

“We can go now, get further in. I can handle it.”

“It’s not about handling it, I want you to have a good time. Plus, they could ruin your nice dress.”

You meet his gaze all smiles like he is, but heat flickers in your chest and in your stomach, and you have to look away. It’s an impulse you’ve always given into. You’re reserved in the feelings department but trying not to be, Eddie deserves reciprocation, but it’s hard. Either way, he seems to understand this about you, and he hasn’t complained.

Still, a bedraggled silence falls. Nearly awkward, unsure of how to tread, you sit together in your separate seats listening to cars parking and doors opening, closing on either side of you, the headlights of the cars driving past glaringly bright, white flashing over your screwed palms.

“You okay?” he asks.

You’re sure Eddie wants to kiss you. Three nights ago at the movies, after an hour of languid hand holding, he’d looked at your lips no less than three times as he said good night. He told you he’d had an amazing time, and that he couldn’t wait to see you again. You’d said the same in earnest, and then he’d just walked away. All those stolen glances and he hadn’t made a move.

“Eddie… why…” You poke your tongue into your bottom lip momentarily, chewing it over. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?”

“Um–” He lets out a nervous giggle before roughly clearing his throat. You peek at him, watching intently as he takes his hair away from his face with two hands. “I’m just waiting on you, sweetheart. No pressure.” He laughs as he talks, a picture of panic, “You’re sort of shy about that stuff, you know? I didn’t wanna surprise you.”

“But you do want to kiss me?” you ask unsurely.

He puts his hand on your knee, the space between you suddenly smaller and warmer, the light like white glaze on his pupils, illuminating his finer details. He has a mole nestled under his eyelashes too small to see until now; it catches your attention. You stare at him too long.

“Of course I do,” he says, eyebrows pinching together in concern. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you.”

You nod and snap your head back to your lap. Why does he have to be so nice? You wish you’d listened to Steve, even if he was joking, you shouldn’t have ever said yes to Eddie, because now you’re terrified you can’t kiss him and you’ll ruin everything…

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m not waiting for anything. You can take your time or you could never kiss me, and I won’t care. I swear. I mean, I really want you to kiss me but I’ll find a way to cope, I’m sure.” He takes his hand from your leg softly. “Do you want my jacket? It’s cold out, n’ we should probably start walking.”

You pull your head up slowly.

He reads your hesitant expression. “I’m in no rush,” he promises, head ever so slightly ducked to yours.

Okay, you think. Okay, I can do this. You hold your breath and start to lean in. He falters, a millisecond of misunderstanding, before he recognises what you’re doing and smiles. He reaches for your waist with enough care to give you a chance to change your mind, and when you’re close enough to feel his breath, his lashes shutter.

You follow suit, blind, with nothing but your intuition as you press your lips to his.

With a feeling like the hum of the engine under your hands, you bring your fingers to his soft cheek and hold him still. He breathes in harshly, touches you far from it, his palm slipping behind your back to pull you in. You lean into it; it feels natural to give in, to turn your head one way and part your lips, to have him kiss back with heat and surprising sweetness.

You feel unlike yourself in a good way, falling back to kiss forward again, a third time, trying to chase the lulling bliss of his lips. The stomach aching want. Your hand chases across his cheek and into the curls behind his ear, needing him closer but not expecting the sound it elicits. He sighs into your lips and you flinch back, startled by the sensation.

Eddie rubs your back with his index finger, unjudging as you drop your head to catch your breath.

“You okay?” he asks quietly. You can hear his affection. It’s palpable.

You nod, a dizzy weight collected in your forehead, thankful when his free hand catches your cheek and he turns your face gently to the side. “I got too hot,” you confess, only half of the truth.

“It was pretty hot.” He smiles at you like you’re the only person in the world, like you’ve a secret only he knows. “Want me to turn on the A/C?”

“No, I–” want to kiss you again, you think. You might even tell him so, but he starts to blow on your face, disrupting any thoughts you’d had earlier. He purses his lips and blows cold breath on your cheek, a tenderness in his gaze and the tip of his thumb where it rests just under your eye. “Oh.”

This might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for you. Your face feels precious in his careful hand, pretty under his longing look. You’re not scared when he encourages you back to his lips, your eyes quick to close, your hands across the gap of your seats to gather his shirt between tight fingers.

His kiss is a reflection of him. Loser, rockstar, he’s eager and his hands start to betray that, his kissing melty hot and addictive as the tip of his nose presses hard to yours. You turn your face to accommodate him better and that small action drives him crazy. He’s pulling you in, smiling into your mouth, making breathy sounds that’ll stick around in your head ten times as long as the tingles filling your chest as just kisses and kisses and doesn’t stop.

“M’sorry,” he says, pulling away, and then stealing another heavy, soft kiss like he couldn’t wait. “Sorry,” he apologises again, stroking the skin beside your eye to encourage you into opening them. “I’m not trying to get carried away. Just can’t believe you just kissed me.”

“No, it’s okay, I– I really wanted to.”

He kisses your cheek. You aren’t expecting it and you don’t know how to deal with it. It’s like kissing him has invigorated him, you’re a shot he knocked back, his excitement catching as he begs, “Close your eyes again, sweetheart, just one more–”

You raise your chin and he practically gasps, immediately pressing a last chaste kiss to your burning lips.

“I’m not always like this,” he promises, leaning away, his fingertips falling from your face to trace down your neck, your shoulder. “You’re just so fucking pretty I lost my mind. I’m on best behaviour from now on, swears.”

He raises his hand up in a scout’s honour.

You breathe out happily. “Thank you.”

“Oh my god. Quick, we better get out of this van before I lose my mind.” He shakes his head. “You’re insane. I have such a crush on you, holy fuck,” —he turns away from you and gets out of the van— “Jesus.”

You pull down the sun visor to check your reflection in the mirror. You look thoroughly kissed, eyes aglow with it.

“Fuck!” Eddie swears. You beam at yourself as he wraps on the window. “Come on, sweetheart! I have a concert to pretend to pay attention to.”

You slink out of your seat, brave enough to try for another kiss so long as it doesn’t kill him dead right here in the parking lot.

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elle555 · 5 months

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astrology observation🐀

🦦sag 11h people can be the one who’s constantly making friends wherever they go and tend to be the “loud” one of the group

✨leo with cancer placements can be very difficult to understand or even get too know sometimes

🎀taurus placements especially 6h could be the type to only have a makeup/skincare routine and call it the day

⭐️pisces moons are the REAL empaths out of the other two water signs they constantly visions or use their imagination as if they were in someone else’s shoes

🌫️any virgo/pisces placement even asteroid or nn/sn are always people who help or want to be needed by someone or something , they will give you unwanted information and tips out of love and support

🍋leo 11h people are the definition of loyalty especially towards friends they do anything and every for/with them and will love you with ALL their heart

🌊cancer suns are really shy , quiet while cancer moons are talkative and love knowing people on a personal level

🫧virgos excessively lie idk if it’s the anxiety or they can’t handle accountability or what

🧌Capricorn 4H could mean you had to be mentally and emotionally independent or keep yourself busy, company from a very young age

☕️moon-saturn can mean having a very strained relationship with your mom or she didn’t really allow you to do anything as a child and now you are hesitant of getting out there and having fun

🦪many 9h placements are into foreign languages and traveling more than sagittarius natives

💫cancer risings with their leo 2nd house spend their money on frivolous things like clothes/makeup/art supplies and anything that they can express themselves with and cute their boredom

❄️speaking of cancer placements I think some cancer people with 3rd house cancer could love yearbooks , academic trophies or anything that reminds them of their accomplishments in school

🌹you can spot scorpio/aries placements a mile away the prominent brows , sharp features and the hard facial expressions

🪴libra 10H people attract a lot of people infatuated or insanely attracted to them finding them sexy/sex appeal??

🐚pisces + gemini in big 3 makes someone very creative and fun but also emotionally in-tune with their emotions plus extremely talkative

ANY AND I MEAN ANY LIBRA PLACEMENT IS SO FUCKING PRETTYYY🪷

🪰gemini venus can have like multiple standards/expectations for the people they wanna date

🐸aquarius suns are very adventurous and not afraid to take risks with gemini and libra think things through and can’t decide if they want to do it or not

🪩3rd house/9th house venus and moons listens too a variety of music genres they can go from hip-pop to country music

🌆Sagittarius risings or prominent jupiter influence in first house people have big cheeks ifykyk and very noticeable, contagious smiles

🎢air 3rd house people can go through or have many cars throughout their lives like they have a new car everytime you see them

🎠people with heavy mercury influence are very funny they are quick with it

🧌gemini mercury people are very good at mocking or mimicking how people sound or sing especially if has aspects or a Venusian degree (2°,14°,7°,19°)

👽Uranus 1H people can have very big/muscular calves even ankles

🧸something about aries moons and gemini suns just give off chaotic energy

#astrology #astrology community #astrology observations #earth signs #air signs #mercury signs

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thatsexcpisces · 1 year

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Astrology observations pt.9 🌌💙🌀🦋

Disclaimer: again, these are just my experiences and personal observations on things I’ve encountered, I’m not a professional astrologer or saying that these are always correct.

Virgo risings have such a naturally beautiful “clean girl” look or are a perfect example of the “clean girl” aesthetic

Gemini and Pisces mercuries have a true talent when it comes to lying. They’re amazing of thinking quick on their feet or making up lies to get out of something because their excuses are so damn CREATIVE

I’ve noticed that almost every Pisces moon has puppy dog eyes. (Especially the men) It’s so easy for me to spot Pisces moons or other water moons because they just have these adorable doe eyes or their eyes look like those of lost puppies idk how to explain it💀 this is specifically something I see the most in cancer and Pisces moons, Scorpio moon’s eyes are also “puppy dog” but more intense.

Ex.) Michael Jackson, kanye west, and Ben stiller all have their moon in Pisces and they just have THAT look. Yk what I mean?? 💀

Capricorn Venus/Venus in 10h house people tend to kiss up to those who are popular or have some sort of prominent status because they want to be around people they think will make them look good

People with the same element of their rising sign tend to become friends or attract each other.

• For example, earth risings May tend to attract friends or become friends that have earth rising top. (Cap, Virgo, Taurus rising.) I’m a Libra rising and my closest friends have usually been other Libra risings and Aquarius risings.

People with Virgo in the big 3 are goody two- shoes

Most Libra moons I’ve met have luxurious or comfortable home lives like they may have a good relationship with their family and are the type to have an aesthetic home routine (ex. My friend has a Libra moon and her family always bakes together or they sit and watch a movie together at their mountain house and drink hot chocolate & shit like that lmao)

Pluto in 2h people truly are obsessed with their money and possessions. As someone with this placement myself, I can say that the most Pluto 2h thing I did was hide even the smallest amounts of money in the most secretive places so they wouldn’t be stolen, not sleep unless I found that necklace or top that I realized went missing, and literally got in the faces of people who owed me money until I got that shit back😭

why do so many sun in Scorpio men get rejected so much by girls😭 this is just something I noticed but most of them tend to feel unlucky in love either cause they’re very active pursuers when they’re interested in someone and sometimes come off a bit too strong and then they end up feeling insecure abt themselves after getting shut down by their love Interests. They’re so hot tho

Venus-Neptune aspect people: how’s it going idealizing and fantasizing about your crush that are really not as amazing as you’re making them seem?

Scorpio Venus people’s flirting style is staring at you intensely but not approaching you or saying anything

Leo risings and moons would rather swallow a jean jacket and DIE then to have people see them at their worst or see that stuff they’ve been bragging about and “good stuff” happening in their life that they talk about to people to impress them and be popular, is not actually true or happened lol. They’re always keep that perfect image of themselves to others

Capricorn risings have this face where it looks like they literally couldn’t care less about you or anything you’re saying. Or they just look bored of being in your presence and wanna leave

Don’t piss of a Gemini moon. They take revenge through their biggest strength: gossiping and then spreading that shit. They’ll have the whole building hate you a day later over some rumor they made up of you and managed to convince others is true

If you have Venus in your 12th house you’re gonna go through many karmic relationships in your life time

Libra risings can be the darkest or shittiest people on the inside but that Venus-ruled aura or just their looks or the way they carry themselves will literally make people delusional into thinking they’re an angel on earth

Pisces in big 3 culture is being told “why is your head always in the clouds? ” or “are you even listening to what I’m saying?” Constantly because those daydreams will literally get the best of them

Aquarius And Capricorn men when they were younger give me the vibes of those nerds in school who literally don’t care what anyone thinks and won’t have an issue calmly roasting or talking back to a bully but would never be able to physically fight them instead they just use sarcastic and monotone sentences to win. 💀

Fixed sign moons especially Scorpio moons attract so many people who are possessive and obsess over them

If a Sagittarius moon feels betrayed by you or is angry with you to the point that you did something they can’t ever forgive, they won’t bother getting revenge or being upset and shady with you. They will simply just erase your existence from their life and forget about you. They can still act nice and behave normally with you but that’s only because they master indifference and the concept of acting like you just came and left, which will hurt you the most.

I swear Mercury in the 5h or 8h people house think about sex on a daily basis omg

Aquarius and Sagittarius Venuses always attract each other somehow. They’re a good pairing

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 21

Day Twenty | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Twenty-Two

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked

Warnings: Hate sex; oral sex; semi-public sex; table sex; spit as lube; safe sex; negotiating tactics that would get you disbarred

“This better be good, Specter.”

“It is.”

You raised a brow, watching as Mike gave you a quick wave, then hurried out of the room. You glanced around the space. It was a small, almost startlingly intimate private room in the back of one of New York’s most exclusive restaurants. The lighting was low; the walls are draped with dark curtains, giving the room a far more romantic feel than it ought to have.

“Would you like to have a seat?” Harvey offered, waving you toward a seat.

“Honestly? No. But I would like to know why the hell I’m here.”

Harvey pushed a heavy sigh through his nose as you gave him a shit-eating grin.

“It’s clearly a play,” You added. “Why else would you have me meeting you here? If you really didn’t care about anyone knowing, we would’ve had this meeting at your office.”

“Maybe I wanted a more private venue.”

“And your office wasn’t private enough?” You cocked a knowing brow. “You wanna settle, and you don’t want everyone at your job to know that the great Harvey Specter is on his knees for a fucking deal to stop this case from going to court.”

You fought to hold your composure as Harvey’s expression went tight, his jaw clenching as the bulge of his fist drew your gaze to his pocket. You bit your inner cheek to push down a smile as your stomach fluttered with triumph. You weren’t going to make this easy on him. You didn’t care how much he’d had to dole out (likely from his own pocket) to get this private room at the last minute.

“So?” You pressed.

“...Can I get you something to drink?”

“Oh,” You laughed, “You must be truly fucked if you’re trying to ply me with alcohol.”

“I’m not plying,” He insisted. “I’m being polite.”

“That’s a first.”

“What do you want from me? You want me on my knees? You want me to beg you for mercy?”

Your lips curl with a malicious smirk as you fold your arms over your chest.

“Yes.”

His eyes flash with indignation, his jaw tightening with annoyance. It made a thrill run through you. You'd seen Harvey pissed off, but never quite this much, and never this close.

“Excuse me?”

“You went out of your way to summon me so that no one could see you beg for my help. So beg for it, Specter.”

Harvey glanced back toward the door, then he held a finger up to keep you where you were. You watched him walk back to the door, your stomach flipping as he locked the door. His shoulders drew up with a deep breath before they lowered with his exhale. He turned back to you, taking slow steps across the room. Your heart pounded a touch harder, and you fought to keep your staunch poker face. He stopped as the tips of his shoes brushed against yours, his gaze heavy on yours.

“Do you really think that I’m going to get on my knees for you?” He gritted out. You swallowed thickly, tongue darting across your dry lips.

“I think,” You shifted closer, your chest brushing his, “That you locked the door for a reason.”

You heard the dishes shatter on the floor, but you didn’t worry about that. You wriggled, shoving a spoon out from under your hip as Harvey backed you onto the table. He pushed one of your feet to prop up on the table, then slipped his hands under the skirt of your dress, curling around your underwear and drawing them off. You pushed yourself up, grasping his belt buckle and undoing it, then working at his pants button and zip. Harvey let go of you just long enough to fish a condom out of his pocket. You couldn’t help but laugh, tugging his pants down as he ripped the packet open with his teeth.

“You plan on fucking me when you invited me, Specter?”

“I like to be prepared.”

“You’re such a boy scout.”

He gave no answer to that, just rolled the condom on. You watched as he raises his hand to his mouth, lapping broadly over his fingers before sliding his hand under your dress and between your thighs. You moaned at the feeling, the hasty swipe of his slick fingertips over your clit.

“Already so wet,” He taunted, “Just from the thought of seeing me on my knees?”

“I’m still waiting for that.”

“Yeah, well,” Harvey settled between your spread thighs, “Don’t hold your breath, sweetheart.”

Your retort was knocked out of you as he snapped his hips forward, filling you completely. You bit your lip, quieting your moans as you adjusted to the press and stretch of his thick cock. You reached up, curling your hand around his tie and tugging him closer. Harvey leaned over you, planting his hand on the table beside your head for a split second. Then, he hissed in pain, quickly yanking his hand back again. You turned your head, laughing when you saw the fork that his hand landed on. He picked it up, flinging it away before he grasped the edge of the table, leveling a harsh thrust. You groaned, letting your head fall back as his hips pounded against yours, the lurid sound muffled by your clothing.

Your whimper slipped from your lips as Harvey screwed his hips in tight circles, his hand lowering back between your legs. He pressed his palm against your upper thigh, his thumb swirling around your clit. You let your eyes slid closed as you stoppered a whine in your throat. You were so damn close—you were nearly there, just—

Your stomach swooped as you heard the doorknob jiggle, followed by Mike’s voice.

“Uh—Harvey? Everything okay in there?”

“Fine!” Harvey barked back.

“Okay! ‘Cause a server said they heard things breaking and I can’t seem to get inside.”

“Give us a minute!” Harvey insisted.

“A minute?” You pouted. “That’s a pretty tight turnaround.”

“Maybe for you.”

“Don’t you dare—” You scoffed as Harvey drew back, picking up his pace. You didn't think that he meant it until his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw going tight. A quiet groan punched out of him as his hips jolted, then stilled.

“Are you kidding me?” You hissed, unraveling your hand and whacking him on the shoulder he pulled out. “You’re a real asshole, Specter, you know—”

You yelped as he grips your hips, dragging you to the edge of the table as he dropped to his knees. He didn’t let you get another word out before he lapped broadly across your cunt. You sucked in a gasp, tugging the hem of your dress up to get a better look at him. Harvey watched you through heavy, dark eyes as he lapped the tip of his tongue over your aching clit. Your eyelids fluttered, hips tipping down against his mouth as you chased your high. You grasped his hair as you came, panting harshly. Harvey groaned against you, teasing your aching pussy until you weakly shoved his forehead away.

Harvey rocked back onto his heels, swiping to clean his mouth. You pushed yourself to sit up, then slowly stood, wincing as glass crunched beneath the toe of your shoe. You wiggled, straightening your dress and snatching back your underwear when Harvey held it out to you. You stuffed it into your pocket, glancing back when you hear Mike knocking again. Harvey cleared his throat.

“So?” He pressed. “Can we settle this outside of court?”

You considered for a moment, watching him clean himself up and toss the condom into a trashcan in the corner.

“Two million.”

“One,” He countered.

“One five. And a company-wide retool of the corporate compliance standards.”

Harvey’s eyes narrowed slightly before he nodded.

“Done.”

“Excellent.” You shoved your underwear into your pocket and held your hand out to shake. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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Hello! I'm sorry if this is bothering you but can you write something abt Harry falling for bandmate!yn and Y/N interacting with the boys while in the band? Again, Im sorry if I'm annoying

A Race To The Brits

A/N: Had this little blurb in my files so thought it fit the prompt :) and you: not annoying 💚 oh and...THANK YOU FOR 500+ FOLLOWERS?? I LOVE YOU ALL MUCH TYSM

SUMMARY: It should be known that Harry falls in love with YN multiple times, over and over again, throughout the years. One of the times he realizes he's falling for her is at the 2014 Brit Awards. (1.9k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!reader

MASTERLIST

The boys are getting ready in their green room while YN is getting dressed in the room adjacent to theirs. As their styling team wraps up doing some finishing touches, they turn their heads to a knock at the door. YN peaks her head inside with a hand hovering over her eyes, careful not to mess up her freshly done make up.

"I better not see any weenies out."

"Eh, wait." Louis jests, making a dramatic sound with his zipper. "Alright, you're good."

Harry's breath gets caught up in his throat when YN fully comes into the room. She has her hair curled up and tied in a messy low bun, some strands of hair framing her face. Her dress is essentially all mesh with a bustier.

She looks absolutely stunning, he thinks. And her smile, ugh that smile. It's enough to make his knees buckle if he wasn't leaning on a couch to put his shoes on.

YN puts her hands on her hips and looks around at the rest of the band. "Well don't you all look absolutely dashing."

"And yeh actually look like a girl." Zayn jokes only to retrieve a middle finger in return.

"Piss off," She chuckles before nodding over to the blonde lad. "How's the knee, babe?"

Niall shrugs as he grips his crutches. "S'alright. Once we get to our table with the booze, it'd be even better."

"I'm sure it will." YN giggles. The rest of the people in the room go back to their previous conversations but, as disgustingly cheesy as it sounds, he can’t seem to take his eyes off of her. That is until she meets his eyes and he feels like he’s back in primary school, embarrassed that he was caught looking at his crush.

Especially when YN makes her way over to him after his stylist finishes him up and he breathes out a, "Hey."

“Hey. Oh, lemme get that for you." Before he can even process what's happening, YN reaches out and adjusts the collar of his dress shirt. She’s so close to him that when he breathes in her vanilla perfume he might combust.

He wants to kick himself for feeling a bit of heat rise to his cheeks. He has screaming fans try to come onto him all the time, he can literally have anyone at the drop of a hat, so why does he get all flustered by this one girl? This beautiful, stubborn girl. "Thanks, lovie."

"What would you do without me?" She gives him an amused smile as she dusts off some lint from his shoulders. How's he supposed to act normal while she looks up at him like that?

"Don't even wanna think about tha’. You look really beau—"

"Alright kids, let's go!" Paul says while entering the room. Harry's both irritated and thankful for the interruption. He's always trying to find that balance of whether or not his compliments to her every now and then are from a place of platonic feelings or more.

YN raises her eyes at Harry, giving him a smirk. "Show time."

Harry knows that he shouldn't think about her in that way, he’s reminded nearly everyday by their check-ins with management, analyzing them individually by looking at their interviews, performances on stage, etc. Telling him to keep his eyes on the crowd, the interviewer, literally anyone else but on her.

Why can't he be like the other guys? Like now, as the rest of the band walks in front of him down the venue halls, Louis brings an arm up behind her and taps her opposite shoulder. When she looks back and sees no one there, she turns to a laughing Louis and shoves his shoulder.

The others see her as a little sister, and while at times he does too, he knows he feels something a little more than sibling love.

Do the other boys get a little heart-eyed when they watch her smile and wave at the fans at the barricade outside the venue?

Or get butterflies in their stomachs when they feel her hand on their backs when they're on the red carpet, posing and looking out at the paparazzi?

Or have their heart beats quicken when she squeezes his arm in a form of gratitude after making her a sweet drink once they’ve been seated at their designated table?

Probably not.

“M’gonna go to the loo.” Harry leans over to YN, already pushing out his chair.

“Wait, can I come with? Need to stretch my legs.” He extends a hand out to her with a nod in the general direction of where the backstage entrance is at.

Before she can fully get out of her seat, Liam quickly reaches out and grabs a hold of her wrist. “You guys can’t leave without Paul.”

“Chill out, Daddy Direction. We’ll be back in two minutes.”

YN shrugs him off before her and Harry navigate down the halls of the venue. The sound of the announcer sounds through the speakers around the building, but they begin talking and laughing so much that they don’t even hear that they were nominated for anything.

“Hey, um, I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier but you, eh, you look really beautiful tonight.” Harry says, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers from keeping to reach out and brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Whenever he tends to give charming compliments to someone like this, the blush usually rushes to their cheeks in an instant, teeth biting down on their bottom lip to keep the giddy smile from forming on their face. It happens so often that he’s left waiting for it to happen to her.

But he never gets it. What he does get is an eye roll and a finger pressed to his dimpled cheek.

“Y’such a sap. Did y’know that?”

And there he goes again, falling head over heels for a girl he could never have.

“Do you want anything from the vending machine?”

“Haribos, if they have ‘em please.” Harry says as he scurries over to the loo. He really does have to go to the restroom.

YN takes out her little stash of money from her bustier and shoves it in the machine full of snacks.

“And the winner is…”

YN watches as the little metal spiral retracts itself and the bag of gummies gets pushed off its little ledge.

“One Direction!”

“Yay.” YN says to herself as the bag falls to the bottom of the machine with a thud. She can sometimes have the worst of luck when it comes to these machines.

YN remembers a time on tour last year where one of these machines at the venue the band was performing at had eaten her dollar without having been given her snack. She smiles fondly at the memory of how the boys offered their help and began to shake the whole machine—.

YN furrows her eyebrows and tries to rack her brain as to why she feels so off.

She turns her head to the sound of the restroom door opening and sees Harry popping his head from the loo, his confused expression mirrors her own.

“Did we—?”

“Was our—?”

Paul comes bursting through one of the hallway doors with a worried expression. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

“Snacks.” YN points to the machine in front of her, still trying to figure out what just happened.

“Get your bums on stage right now!”

Harry turns his head towards her with a tilt of his head. “Are we performing tonight?”

“You guys won! Come on, you two. Hurry!” Paul frantically waves his hand for the two teenagers to follow him.

“Really?” YN says excitedly, putting her hands over her chest. Harry quickly bursts from the loo and wraps his arms around her. He lifts YN up and gives her a spin as they both laugh in giddiness, congratulating each other.

“Let’s go!” Paul presses on.

With her heels in one hand, YN holds the length of her dress with the other as she prepares herself for the run. Before the three of them completely go through the door, she suddenly remembers something.

“Wait!” YN turns back around and quickly shoves her hand through the metal flap of the vending machine and grabs her snacks.

A laugh tumbles past Harry’s lips as she races back to them while Paul looks like he’s about to pass a brick.

“We’ve lost the curly headed ones.” Liam’s voice comes through the venue speakers above them. After rounding a couple corners, they finally arrive at the big room where everyone is waiting. Side by side, YN and Harry run to the stage with big smiles on their faces.

“There they are!” Liam yells in excitement. They both fly up the stairs and are greeted by the other boys, the audience members cheering along at their arrival. Her and Harry shamelessly wave at the crowd as they attempt to catch their breath.

“I’m really sorry I was having a wee.” Harry says out of breath once Liam hands him the microphone. YN raises up their snack by her head like a trophy before placing it on top of the podium next to their Brit award. She grabs onto Zayn’s shoulder and begins to put her heels back on.

“Professional, as always.” Louis says in a whisper, leaning over Zayn. Both of them have smirks on their faces.

“It’s what ’m known for.” YN snickers back, straightening up and adjusting the bottom of her dress.

“The loos are ages away. Eh, what did we win?” Harry leans over to YN while doing a horrible job at being discreet with his question as the microphone is still slightly below his mouth.

YN gently puts her hands on top of his, the one that's holding the microphone, as she brings it closer to her mouth.

"Um, we just wanna say a massive thank you to our fans. You guys are the best fans in the world and we are so happy to have you guys supporting us. Thank you so much!"

And with that the audience claps and cheers as the band leaves the stage.

YN seems unbothered by their shangagins or the fact that they might get a good scolding later by their management as they get escorted backstage, opening up the bag of Haribos.

She looks at him with raised eyebrows, a hand midway towards her mouth with a little gummy between her fingers. The corners of her lips start to curl up in an open mouthed smile and Harry might as well just float away on Cloud 9.

"Did yeh even wash your hands?"

Of course he did but he decides to tease her just to hear her laugh.

He gives her a shrug of shoulders, reaching for the bag. "Does it matter?" YN is quick to pull the candies back.

"Harry!" A giggle tumbles past her lips. "That's nasty! I just touched your hands."

"Wait, think there might be something on your face." His chest swells up as she ducks away from him, laughing and gripping his wrist to keep from coming in contact with her face.

He doesn't care if he gets in trouble later because having her here, an arm around her waist, her nose scrunching up in the cutest way possible, and her laughter sounding like music to his ears, is completely and utterly worth it.

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rubyreduji · 11 months

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at the top — bsk

summary: it’s always said that it’s lonely at the top, you just didn’t believe it

tags: angst, fluff, idolverse, can be read as platonic or romantic wc: 2.8k an: this is very y/n centric but uhhh i hope its still enjoyable (y/n is basically IU in this universe if we wanna talk about popularity and success)

The flashing lights almost burn against your skin as a brigade of cameras relentlessly attack you from all sides. You stand still, a painful wide smile plastered onto your face just like you were trained to do all those years ago. You can hear voices shouting out to you, but they just sound like ringing in your ears.

After what feels like an eternity of being blinded you’re ushered into the event hall where the actual ceremony will be taking place. You can’t relax yet, though. The dress you’ve been forced into fits you uncomfortably and has been irritating you since the moment you put it on, but you can’t let it show as you shake hands with all the necessary people and exchange niceties. You nod along to whatever they’re saying and hope you don’t look too dead in the eyes as you do.

“Y/N-ah, it’s good to see you again.” Your brain finally releases you from its stupor to turn towards the familiar voice.

It’s a coping tactic you developed years ago, when you were too young to really deal with all of the fame and networking and diplomacy. You call it your Professionalism Haze where you just block out as much as you can while still maintaining a level of propriety. As you got older you never did lose the habit. If anything it’s probably the only thing getting you through these types of events without going mad.

“Hyunae-unnie,” you bow slightly to the woman who has approached you. Hyunae is one of the people in the industry who you wholeheartedly enjoy the company of. You two did your training together as it was believed you two would debut in the same group before it was decided you would both debut as solo artists instead.

“Congratulations on your recent comeback, and your many nominations tonight.” If it was any other artist speaking to you, you might believe there was malice or envy behind the words, but you know Hyunae is being completely sincere.

“Thank you. I send you good regards towards your own comeback as well.” You know your words don’t mean much as Hyunae’s comeback was not nearly as successful as yours, but you still hope to convey how proud you are of both of your successes, no matter how big or small.

You hear a loud commotion coming from the entrance of the building and you glance over to see SEVENTEEN entering the venue. The loud boys all move further into the venues, greeting people as they do.

You stare at them as they move as a unit. Their crisp suit jackets and styled hair and meticulously picked jewelry. Despite the gender difference between you two, you know that just as much time was put into making them presentable as it was with you. You wonder if their shoes pinch their feet the way yours do to you.

The group of thirteen men are up for a couple awards themselves tonight. You wouldn’t call yourself a fan of them, but you are well versed in their status. They interest you to say the least. You’ve never met another K-Pop idol like them individually, let alone a whole group of them.

Your eyes land on Boo Seungkwan. You find him the most interesting out of the whole group with his big personality and outstanding vocal talents. His hair is styled out of his face, slightly pushed back to change up his normal style. He’s dressed in a suit like the rest of his group. His suit is a navy color that is styled with a silky white under shirt. He has more necklaces than you do adorning his neck and like always, his signature smile graces his face.

The lights in the room are on the dimmer side, but he still shines, standing out from the rest of the crowd. One of his members says something to him and you can hear him laugh even from across the room. You stare at the way his face lights up even more, something you didn’t know was possible.

You study his body movements and the way he interacts with everyone around him. You see him smile at multiple people, but that’s not a surprise. Seungkwan is very popular. He’s very open with his body language and how he carries himself, something you’re not sure if you emulate properly.

You ponder how Seungkwan is objectively attractive, but to you he’s also subjectively attractive with his smooth skin and high cheekbones and bright eyes.

“Y/N?” Your attention is pulled back to your unnie and you apologize for spacing off. She brushes it off, far too well-versed in similar actions herself.

“Excuse me, I think I should go find my seat before the ceremony starts.” You bow once more to Hyunae before heading off in the general direction of where your manager told you your seat is. It doesn’t take you long to find it and you sit down in your chair, the first one at the table.

“Y/N!” You look up to see three men approaching you. One of them being the man you are guilty of staring at a few moments ago.

You stand and bow to them. “Hoshi-ssi, Dokyeom-ssi, Seungkwan-ssi.”

“Congratulations on another successful year,” Hoshi tells you. You know he’s not just referencing your recent comeback but all of the projects you’ve done within the past year including the first leg of your tour, premiering in a movie, the release a new fashion line, and several record-breaking comebacks.

“Ah, Y/N-noona you’re so cool,” DK says. “You do so much, it’s amazing that you’re still standing.”

“Yah, don’t say stuff like that!” Seungkwan smacks at DK’s arm. “Your diligence is very commendable Y/N-noona.”

“Thank you, though the work SEVENTEEN does is just as exemplary as mine.” It’s no secret how hard the boys work and how they’re constantly doing something whether it’s promotions, comebacks, variety shows, and anything of the like.

“Yah, you three! Stop walking off!” You turn your head to see S.Coups approaching. “I apologize for any troubles my members may have given you.” S.Coups bows to you. “Come on you guys.” Before you can even respond to S.Coups, the four men are walking off to their own table.

It doesn’t take long for things to start to settle down as the guests start to find their tables. You’re sitting at a table with a couple more solo artists. They all talk to one another but nobody spares you much of a glance. Or maybe it’s you who isn’t paying them any attention. It doesn’t matter either.

The ceremony starts and you sit there and stare at the shoes of everyone who walks on stage because the lights are shining too bright to look at their faces. You go through all the normal motions of what you’re supposed to. Clap when someone gets introduced, laugh when they make a joke, smile when something nice is said.

It’s not until the awards start that you force yourself to listen, and even then you start to space out at times. You’re nominated for four categories tonight. You’ll most likely win all four of them. You know you should be appreciative, but it all feels meaningless to you.

“This year’s Top Solo Female Idol is…L/N Y/N!”

You hear your voice called over the surround system and you automatically stand and smile, waving at where the cameras are placed. Your feet start to move to the stage before you can tell them to and then all of a sudden you’re standing on the stage, staring out at the crowd.

Your eyes try to focus on something in the audience. This time it just happens to be the arrangement of blue flowers sitting on a table near the back.

For once you’re thankful for all of the pre-written speeches that were shoved down your throat a week ago as you recite it like it’s the most natural thing to you. You make a note to send a thank you basket to your PR manager.

You finish your speech and go back to your seat. You feel awkward sitting at the table with your award placed in front of you. The night is only going to get worse. More speeches, more smiling, more standing. Shake this hand and greet this person and say these words and always make sure your dress isn’t bunched up. You feel like a puppet.

You do end up winning all of the awards you were nominated for and you have to go to a press conference afterward to show your gratitude for all of the support.

You don’t miss the looks the other idols shoot you. You don’t have to interpret what they mean. It’s been the same since your first successful album as a rookie. None of them believed in you and now that you’re levels above them they don’t want to talk to you. You don’t blame them.

At the end of the night you’re finally loaded into your car and you slip your shoes off of your feet in the car. You’re in your apartment for about two seconds before you unzip your dress and let it fall to the ground before moving to your room to change into something comfortable.

You undo your hair and clean off your makeup before sliding on a mask and slipping your hood over your head. You walk down the block to the convenience store on the corner and browse the sodas and chips before making a selection. You pay for your treats and are thankful the cashier doesn’t recognize you. It’s not that too hard to believe though. Sometimes you can’t even recognize yourself without your makeup.

A deep sigh escapes your mouth as you start to walk back home. Tonight should be one of the happiest nights for you, but here you are, alone, buying junk food from the convenience store, feeling miserable. You are grateful for your job, you really are, but it’s all so…exhausting.

Your feet still hurt from wearing your heels for so long so you find a bench to sit on and rest your feet for a moment. As you sit down everything starts to crash down on you. You place your head in your hands and start to silently cry.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there when you hear a voice address you. “Excuse me have you- oh, are you okay?” You look up to see a familiar face. “Y/N?”

You quickly wipe away your tears and straighten up though you know that Seungkwan has already seen it all. “I- I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what? Are you okay? What are you doing out here all alone? Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry that you have to see me like this,” you say to Seungkwan. You’re embarrassed if you’re being honest. Out of everyone in the world to find you, it has to be Seungkwan.

He’s changed into street clothes and even through your distress you note how nice he looks. There’s always been something satisfying to you about idols in normal clothing. Maybe it’s because it makes them look like actual people.

“What are you doing here? It’s late and you’re all alone. Are you not celebrating your wins?”

“I…don’t have anyone to celebrate with,” you admit. “I don’t have many friends in the industry.”

“Well, you have me! We’re friends.” Seungkwan sits down on the bench next to you.

“Why are you here?” You change the subject.

“Ah, SEVENTEEN is celebrating our win at a bar nearby. I just needed a walk to clear my head for a moment,” Seungkwan explains. “Now, why are you crying on the street alone?”

You never knew if Seungkwan is as nice as he seems on camera, but apparently he is and it’s somehow making everything worse. You’re not sure if you want to just dump all of your problems on him at 1am on a random street right after crying when he should be celebrating with his group, but it’s not like you have anyone else to tell.

“I’m not sure what I’m even doing,” you finally say. “I’ve dreamed of this being my life since I was little, and now that I have it I feel…lost.”

“Lost?”

“I don’t know who I am anymore. I live my life day in and day out doing more or less the same thing, it’s like I’m on autopilot. This whole night I felt just like a doll, just something to play with and control. It’s exhausting.”

“You need to take time to take care of yourself. You’re going to burn yourself out if you keep doing all of the things you are now. You should spend time with friends or take a vacation,” Seungkwan says.

You laugh a bit incredulously. “Take a vacation? My manager would kill me. The next leg of my tour starts in two weeks and I’m filming ad collabs and working on my next album in the meantime,” you tell the other idol. You hope he understands a bit. “As for the friend one…I don’t have friends. Everyone is either too intimidated or too resentful to spend time with me. I’m one of the most successful idols in Korea, and I can’t even get someone to spend time with me.”

“Don’t say that. I’m your friend. I’m spending time with you right now, aren’t I?”

“Only because you found me crying alone. It’s pathetic I know. The media would have a field day with this if they saw me now.”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to spend time with you in other situations. Honestly, all of SEVENTEEN would like to be your friend. You deserve to have people who care for you.” The words hit harder than you’re expecting and you feel your eyes start to well up with tears again. “Our jobs aren’t easy, but you’re is even harder than mine. You are so strong to do as much as you do, and all alone. I wouldn’t be able to do what I do without my members for support, and you deserve support as well.”

“Thank you, Seungkwan-ssi.” Your voice is soft, afraid that if you speak louder you might start sobbing.

“I think we can drop formalities,” Seungkwan says. “We’re friends now, remember.” You just nod.

It’s quiet between you two for a moment before you speak up. “Do you ever…wish your life was different? That you weren’t an idol?”

“This job is not for the weak of heart,” Seungkwan starts, “and sometimes it is hard, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Why? Do you…not want to be an idol anymore?”

“I’m not sure.” You take a moment to choose your words carefully. “I’m not happy. I love my fans and I love making everyone proud, but I don’t know if I’m being true to myself anymore.”

Seungkwan thinks over what you just said before responding slowly. “If you’re not happy anymore, then why do you keep doing it?”

“I’m too far in. I can’t be anyone else after the image I’ve built up. I don’t hate the job, I just…don’t feel anything anymore.”

“You should always choose yourself before anything else. I understand your feeling of obligation to this industry though. How about this? You come to me when you need support and I’ll be here for you and if you still feel like this later down the road, you have to promise me you’ll take a step back. You don’t have to quit, not yet, just take a break.”

You’ve truly never met someone like Boo Seungkwan. You can’t help but feel fondness towards him at this moment. No one has ever looked out for you the way Seungkwan is doing right now, and even just from this small conversation you’re starting to feel better. Maybe he is on to something with this support system he’s talking about.

“Okay Boo Seungkwan,” you say. “I think you might have yourself a deal.”

“Good. When your tour is done, I’ll show you what it’s like to spend time with a friend. We’ll do all of the funnest things I can think of and you’ll be able to relax. In the meantime, tell your manager to lessen your workload before you completely crash, or I’ll hunt him down and do it myself.” Seungkwan’s voice is dead serious and you know he’s not kidding.

“Thank you Seungkwan-ah, I don’t know how to repay you.”

“You don’t need to. That’s what friends are for.” And for the first time this whole night you crack genuine smile.

Seungkwan then stands. “Come on.” He holds his hand out for you to stand as well. “Join me and my members for tonight. You deserve to be celebrated as well.”

You tentatively take Seungkwan’s hand and he helps pull you to your feet before leading you back towards where his group is residing and you secretly smile to yourself about how things are already starting to look up.

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cows-wearing-my-sweater · 1 year

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celestial

word count: 1044 warnings: none notes: i was in the middle of writing a totally different fic but i suddenly got way more inspiration for this so i kinda had to do it LOL (p.s listen to mazzy star or slowdive while u read this)

“I thought I was so obvious about it,” you say with a laugh.

Matty shrugs. “Maybe I just couldn’t believe I deserve someone like you.”

You tap his shoe with yours, a simple sign of affection. It’s easy with him. It’s easy to say nothing and everything while you lie next to Matty on your rooftop in the dead of night. It’s that early summer sort of night, the type where the air smells sweet and cool, and the stars are brighter than you previously remembered. You wonder if the dot in the sky that seems to sparkle is Venus. A moment of comfortable quiet falls before you prod him further. “Someone like me?”

“Well, yeah.” Matty says this as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re just… you. It feels like I’m doing you a disservice when I try to find something I can compare you to. ‘Course I didn’t think someone like you was gonna be fucking in love with me. Not after I’ve acted like a twat so much,” he adds.

You hum thoughtfully at this. Your hand searches for his in the dark, and when you find it you link your pinky fingers together. You’ve always done this – the motion is second nature now. You like to imagine you can feel electric pulses running between the two bodies through such a small action, like you’re two parts bonding into a whole. “You’re not that much of a twat,” you tease him. “I’d still like you even if you were. You’re just too good.”

“You’re crazy,” Matty tells you affectionately.

“Says you.”

Matty doesn’t respond, but taps your foot. It means “I love you.”

You bring your focus back up to the stars and point out a constellation to Matty. You don’t really see the shapes they supposedly make, but you know they’re there regardless. “It always amazes me that these are the same stars that have always been watching us. It’s the same sky and moon too. They’re constants.” You say this more to yourself than to Matty, but he listens nonetheless. “So much has changed but it’s still the same universe. We’re still so small and it’s still so big.”

Matty studies you while you speak. Your eyes reflect like pools of the celestial sky; he could dive in them and be bathed in starlight. He could reach out and touch your skin and it would burn him, just as if he had touched a star. His fingers beg to trace your lips in an attempt to capture the sounds that escape them; it equates to hearing a beautiful orchestra for the very first time.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you point out. You had been speaking for quite awhile, completely uninterrupted. Usually Matty would have thrown in his own thoughts by now, but he’s still just watching you speak.

“Am I?” he asks with a frown.

You nod and slip your hand from his, raising it to poke his temple with your index finger. “What’s going on in there?”

Matty grins at you. He’s been waiting for this opportunity. “D’you really wanna know?”

“Yes, idiot, of course I do/”

A look of satisfaction appears upon Matty’s face. “I’ve been thinking about you and what you’re like and how I still get surprised that you’re in love with me the same way I am with you. And I’m in love with the way you love, [Y/N], you have so much affection for such beautiful things. You make me feel like a beautiful thing with your love.” You take note of the familiar glint in his eyes, the way he seems to emanate energy when he gets excited and can’t stop rambling. “There’s a natural sort of beauty about you and some days I’m not sure a world like this could have produced something so perfect. It’s like… you must have been sculpted from some celestial body that we haven’t discovered yet. If there were some kind of divine power, you’d be the reason I'd believe in it.”

You bring yourself closer to Matty and nestle yourself by his side, his arm wrapping around you. “I was right when I said you’re just too good.” You think hard on what to say next, turning Matty’s own words over in your head again and again. It’s more than difficult to be so effortlessly poetic in the moment the way Matty is. You tell him this. “I wish I could place you right inside my head so you would be able to see just how much you occupy my mind every single day. You’re everywhere I look and my love for you follows. It lives where I live.”

Matty leans into you further, turns his head to rest on yours. He needs to breathe you in. “You know when something just feels really right, like it’s where you’re supposed to be?” he asks. His voice is softer now, his lips closer to your ear.

“Yeah. Definitely.”

“This is one of those things. Being with you, I mean.”

“I could’ve told you that from day one,” you tease. “You were too busy thinking I couldn’t be in love with you.”

Matty gasps dramatically. “I cannot believe you’d speak to me like that after I poured my heart out to you.”

You pointedly ignore this. Tree branches up above you sprawl across the sky, reaching out into nothingness. Gentle breeze shakes them, leaves rattling in unison. The sound makes you tired, and Matty’s body warmth certainly doesn’t help. You stifle a yawn, but not without Matty noticing.

“You wanna go back inside, darling?”

You give a noncommittal shrug. Truthfully, you want to stay out here all night, watch the sky slowly turn to a rosy pink and hear the familiar bird calls; you want to watch things start anew. You’re just as content with the thought of a soft bed though, and, more importantly, Matty’s rhythmic breathing to lull you off to sleep.

The stars twinkle kindly down upon you and your lover. You hope that when you die you become a big ball of light. You hope that Matty joins you in that way, nothing but pure energy, withstanding time and space. You could be eternalized in this universe with him.

#who's gonna stargaze like this with me fr though #matty healy #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #fluff #naomi's writing !

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hiddleswiftt · 8 months

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request from @daydreamerwithnohobbies!: I love this!! Idk if you're tired already of doing taylor inspired jonah fics but I thought of maybe a ff with daylight or call it what you want?

hey!! yes! id love to do another taylor inspired jonah fic! i love both of those songs but I think i have more ideas for “daylight” than “call it what you want”!

if i ever have any ideas for a “call it what you want” jonah fic, i will make sure to write one and post it! :)

daylight! (inspired by the taylor swift song “daylight”!)

jonah hauer-king x fem reader!

description - you and jonah have been best friends for years. you’ve both have had crushes on each other for years. the list goes on and on! you don’t believe much in love as much as you used to, although fighting the thoughts of you still crushing on jonah in your head.

you sat on the couch of the party venue attempting to put your shoes on.

you were a little tipsy but you were well enough to get yourself though the door on the way out without walking into the doorframe.

jonah was with you, and he said he’d get you home.

he wasn’t drunk. he was actually pretty sober. which you thought was a little odd for him, but anyways.

you both got to his car, he helped you walk, holding his hand around your waist you guide you. you liked his company. you kept him close to you, although not knowing half of what was happening, so you just went with it.

the two of you got in the car, and you went straight for the radio and started playing different songs. “can i?” you said, with a slight slur.

jonah laughed slightly, giving you his phone to choose the tracks that you wanted to play, “knock yourself out, y/n!” he said, now starting to drive.

you of course put taylor swift on. you had been a taylor swift fan for years, and jonah knows it. you’ve got him into her songs a little too!

not all of them. he pretends to know them, so he just mumbles or hums along to them. but he knows a few!

you put on “daylight”! you both recognise the song straight away. he knows your favourite album is lover, since you play the album 24/7 when you two are together.

although slightly drunk, you hit all the lyrics, since you have this song on loop.

you and jonah do a duet sort of thing to the song:

Y/N: and I can still see it all…

JONAH: in my mind!

Y/N: all of you..

JONAH: all of me!

BOTH: intertwined!

Y/N: i once believed love would be…

JONAH: black and white!!

Y/N: but it’s golden…

JONAH: GOLDEN!

Y/N: i can still see it all…

JONAH: in my head!

Y/N: back and forth from New York!

BOTH: sneaking in your bed!!

jonah glances at you slightly as you continue to sing to the lyrics. he really does love you. you don’t think he does. you are fighting the fact that you love him, you think he’s just your best friend. right?

you continue singing:

“come on jonah!” you say, just before you sing the next line of the song, actually realising that jonah was looking at you for a second, it made you blush hard.

Y/N: i once believed love would be…

JONAH: burning red!!

Y/N: but it’s..

BOTH: GOLDEN!

you two finally pull up outside your apartment block, upset that the drive had come to an end.

“you need any help getting in?” jonah asks you, while the last part of daylight is playing.

you shake your head, “no.. i think im okay, thank you..” you say, admiring him.

the last part of ‘daylight’ continues to play. you both sit and look into each other’s eyes.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

(Things will never be the same)

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

(Now I'm wide awake)

And now I see daylight (I see daylight), I only see daylight (Ah)

just as this part of the song ends, jonah already has his hands on your cheeks. now leaning in to embrace you in a kiss.

I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight

all of a sudden, lips were touching. it felt as if you both should’ve done this years ago. you’ve known each other for years!

pinkies and then hands were intwined together. as if they were supposed to fit together.

you both let go from the kiss, and smile at him, and indeed you were “burning red”. but it was “golden” between you two.

you looked up at him. “do you wanna come in?” you asked, as you held his hand in yours.

jonah smiled at you, admiring all your features as you were too. “yeah.. yeah! id love that..” he told you, now getting ready to exit his car, as you did as well.

you then take his hand in his, now walking towards your apartment block as jonah locks his car.

now you only see daylight, he was your daylight and you were his golden sun.

please don’t copy my work! <3

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— h4uerkings

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sirowsky · 10 months

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--Meeting Expectations--

Alright, we're off! Today's the big day and this is the first of the six stories that I'll be posting. I won't beg and plead for people to reblog or comment, but I really would appreciate it, as this is my attempt to celebrate myself, on this one crappy day of the year.

This is the one story that's based on a prompt, by the fabulous @bilibiche You asked for Whiskey, and that's what you got!

Rating: Mature Warnings: Not much, but perhaps a little self-doubt and self-image issues? Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x female reader, established relationship. Word Count: 580 Author’s Masterlist

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“Oh, come on now, doll. You look positively scrumptious,” Jack drawls as his eyes shamelessly roam over your features.

He looks hungry enough to mean it, but you’re still unsure about the dress. It’s a damned celebrity wedding, there’s gonna be paparazzi in every bush, and professional photographers inside both the church and the venue. Looking good to the man who still thinks you’re gorgeous even when you’re wearing worn old sweats and you’re covered in dirt from tending to the horses and haven’t brushed your hair in a week, isn’t filling you with confidence at all.

“I don’t wanna look edible, I wanna look respectable and elegant,” you shoot back, but that just prompts him to rise to his feet, approaching you with pure honey diluting the already smooth chocolate of his eyes.

“Sweetheart, if looking only the way that the rest of the world expects you to look is what matters to you, then by all means, go change. But I, for one, would much rather see you look like you, and be comfortable all night, than torture yourself in clothes that’ll make you feel disconnected and shallow.”

Crap. He always knows exactly what to say to break down your defences. And of course, he’s right as well. You are thinking only of not embarrassing yourself in front of the world press and hundreds of influential rich people, not about what you actually want or feel good about.

The dress that you’re wearing is quite tough. Deep green with sections of creamy white and green leather, discreet contrast stitching in bright yellow and small lace detailing here and there, also in green. When you’d tried it on at the store, it had felt so right on you, perfect for your figure and your personality, and when you’d taken it out earlier that morning while you were trying to decide what to wear, it had instantly spoken to you.

You have other dresses, simpler and with cleaner lines, almost business-like in their restraint, as well as real red-carpet pieces that would certainly not be sneered at even by the most high-browed snob. But those aren’t appropriate for a wedding, and they’re also just… not you. You sigh heavily and step over to the far side of the closet where your shoes are stacked.

“Don’t you dare pick heels, now, sugar,” he warns, knowing how much you hate wearing high heels, since you spend your days in boots or sneakers while working outside.

You pick a pair of flat white ballerina style shoes, slip them on and then stare poignantly at your husband for a verdict, to which he simply smiles and nods his agreement from where he’s standing at the foot-end of the king-sized bed.

“Perfect. We’re gonna be the hottest couple at the wedding,” he purrs, and you can’t help but smile.

“Well, you’re certainly hot enough,” you hum, eyeing him up and down appreciatively, to which he proudly puffs up his chest.

“Only next to you, darlin’. Only ever next to you.”

“Oh, aren’t you full of praise today,” you say while playfully bumping your hip against his as you pass him on your way to the bedroom door.

It makes him huff a laugh and before you know it, he’s caught up to you and has his hands on your waist, whispering in your ear, now with honey in his voice too.

“What else is there to say? I just love you that much.”

THE END

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Thank you for reading and helping me celebrate! I wish you a wonderful day <3

Tagging a few people who I think might wanna read these stories: @startrekkingaroundasgard @deadhumourist @tintinn16 @suttonspuds @tanzthompson @shsoba05 @f0rever15elf @justnat15 @lowlights @dornish-queen @radiowallet @spishsstuff @harriedandharassed @i-love-movies @tiffanypooh @chaoticfestninja @insomniamamma

#sirowsky's birthday celebration #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels x female reader #jack whiskey daniels #kingsman the golden circle #kingsman fanfiction

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sundropstories · 7 months

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My Mission

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky is no longer an Avenger, and he is now y/n and Peters mission after he's been on the run.

Warnings: some mentions of violence

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"Alright Peter here's your ear piece." I say popping it into his left ear while he buttons up his suit. Trying to move around in the back of our ride is extremely frustrating but we only get word of where he's at last minute.

"This thing on." Peter says testing his ear piece. "Yes I can hear you, y/n? You there?"

"Yeah" i say struggling to slip these unnecessarily uncomfortable heels on. "Is it Nat?" Peter says. "It is" she responds.

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We arrive at the gala before getting out of the car I turn to Peter. "How do I look?" I say as I reach over to fix his hair. "Rich, me?" "Rich." We smile at each other and make our way into the venue locking arms.

Peter and I exclusively work on undercover missions. Peter, because no one knows his real identity, and me, because I'm fucking great at it. Usually.

I started being an avenger a few years ago. Shortly after though Bucky and Sam found out some kids were trying to recreate the serum. Bucky flipped and ran to find them. We haven't heard much about it since, and we've just been trying to find him. Bucky's supposedly going to be here.

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"Alright I'll go upstairs you look on this floor. Sound good?" I say in a low voice almost a whisper. "Sounds good." He leans down and kisses my cheek. To make it seem as if we're a couple.

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Ughh..my feet are killing me. I slide my heels off after reaching the top of the stairs, and kick em behind a pillar.

I don't even know why they make me dress all the way up. How the hell does one fight in heels and a dress.

I'm so lost complaining in my thoughts, and aimlessly following the directions Nat is giving me. I don't even notice him till I'm being pulled onto a balcony.

"Oh y/n you don't need this" Bucky says taking out my ear piece . I can hear the faint voice of Nat yelling through it. He throws it on the floor crushing it with his boot.

I just stare up at him like an idiot. His body caging me against the door. "You look amazing. Makes me wanna keep running just to see you come to these things all dressed up to find me." He smirks his hand holding my face.

"I..t-thank you." The red creeping onto my face. We've never been this close before and he smells so...nice. He lets out a low chuckle.

His face inches closer till his lips capture mine. His metal hand holding me onto the door whilst the other trace's my curves. Teasing every inch. He pulls away. "God I've wanted to do that for so long." He says just above a whisper.

I smirk "wanna do it again." He waste's no time crashing his lips back onto mine. This time a bit more aggressive. My hands against his chest. I turn us so he's now against the door.

He smirks "I'm sorry" he says in between kisses. "For what." I let out a breathy giggle a little confused. In a second the door opens as he's pushing me back and locking me outside.

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"Fuck!" I yelled. You're joking. I now realize he also took my ways of communication. I look over the balcony checking my surroundings. Okay if I jump I might only break like a leg or something. When I look over to my left and see that there is an open window just a bit over.

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"I Really wish I had shoes right about now." I mumble to myself while I practically rip the dress off my body. Thank you me for putting jeans and a tank top on under that. I take my gun out of my dress pocket and tuck it into my jeans.

I kick my leg over the edge taking in a deep breath. "Shit shit shit shit shit" I say to myself realizing how high up I am. Getting my balance I kick my other leg over leaning against the railing holding on for my dear life.

It's okay I got this. I squeeze my eyes shut as I let out a breath. Opening my eyes again I begin shuffling to the window. Leaning my weight against the cold wall the whole time. When I make it to the window I basically jump inside.

My heart practically bursting out of my chest. I run down the hall searching for either Bucky or Peter.

I spot Peter and make my way to him.

"Peter" I say out of breath. "Oh my god! Where were you? I've been looking everywhere." He says in a panicked tone.

"Apparently not good enough. I was locked out on a balcony." I say clearly pissed. "Sorry. Well I haven't found him I don't think he's here." He says.

"No he's here. I saw him. I had him." I say when suddenly I spot him walking out the door to leave. "There!" I say and run towards him.

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Finally catching up to him when he gets to his car. "James!" I yell approaching him. "Y/n. Doll, how'd you get out." He says turning around his hands up.

Now pointing my gun at him. "I really, really hate you." I say. The gun now against his chest. "Really? Is that how you kiss all the people you hate" he says a taunting smile on his stupid, gorgeous face. "Because if so hate me all you want." He says a laugh leaving his dumb, soft lips.

I stay silent just staring up at him, anger practically radiating off of me. Peter comes running behind me and quickly webs the car doors shut. Keeping Bucky from getting away.

Bucky drags his hand across his face, clenching his jaw, visibly frustrated. "Just do it." He says. I stare. "Shoot me." His voice lower. He smirks. I stare.

Stupid boy. Thinks he knows what I'm doing.

"Okay" I say. His eyes widen as I lift the gun and smack him across the face with it. Got him.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fic #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barns x reader

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comfort-writing · 1 year

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Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 10: Music to My Ears (pt. 2)

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. Waking up to Eddie is pure bliss.

warnings: making out, fingering, handjobs, morning sex, creampies. 18+ - minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: I think I have a few more chapters plotted out and I’m feeling a lot better about it. sorry for the super late upload of this chapter. let me know in the comments or my asks if you want to be added to the tag list! requests are open!

word count: 3.4k

Chapter 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || 13 || 14 (coming soon!)

Once the concert was over, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears and you body still vibrated from both the adrenaline coursing through your veins and the loud drums and bass line from the last song. Eddie looked down at you, his hair still in a ponytail but it had become a bit frizzy from dancing around, and beamed. He was so proud that he could take you places like this and you would actually have fun.

He led you out of the venue, holding your hand so you didn’t get lost in the sea of people. Once the two of you got back in the van, the quiet consumed you for a moment, coming down from the high of the concert.

Eddie laid his head back against his headrest and sighed, “You have fun?” He asked quietly, looking your way.

You nodded, “Mmhmm.”

“Good.” He whispered, taking another beat before cranking the ignition.

It was nearing ten o’clock, so he needed to start the drive home if the two of you wanted to be home at any sort of reasonable hour. You closed your eyes as you felt the car pull out of its parking space and onto the road. You were exhausted, but you didn’t want to sleep so Eddie wouldn’t have to sit in silence for two hours.

“Thank you for bringing me along. I think I might be a super fan now.”

“Of course. I bought the tickets for you, you know.” He hummed, “And seeing bands live is always better than just listening to them on the radio.”

“Yeah, I think I can officially agree with that now.” You smiled, opening your eyes and looking at him.

He paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow, “Was that your first concert?” He asked, a bit shocked.

“First one like that. I mean, I’d been to like, classical concerts and piano recitals of course, and a couple small, basement shows in high school, but that was my first big concert.”

“Really? I thought you would’ve been a total ticket junkie by how much you love music.” He chuckled.

“Nope. Not before, at least. But I think you may have started a new addiction, so thanks for that.”

Eddie laughed quietly, and a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as the stereo of the car pumped out more of the band’s music at a low volume.

The rest of the drive was spent quietly talking about all the cool things about the show and how you’d have to keep an eye out for new shows in the future. It was hard for you not to fall asleep, but you managed to stay awake.

Eddie pulled the van into your driveway, shifting it into park.

“Wanna come in?” You asked, grabbing your purse from his floor.

“Sure.” He smiled. He’d paid the babysitter for the whole night, so he wasn’t against the idea.

You led him into your house and picked up Pencil, who’d run to you as soon as she heard the door unlock, walking in. You kicked off your shoes by the door, your feet aching as you’d felt a blister slowly start to form over the hours. Eddie did the same, not wanting to track dirt or whatever godforsaken crap had gotten on them at the venue into your home.

You walked to your bedroom and flipped onto your bed, Pencil still in your arms. “I’m so tired.” You groaned, closing your eyes as you sunk into your mattress. You heard Eddie chuckle as you felt him sit next to you, reaching a hand over and scratching Pencil’s chin as she lifted her head.

“Me too. I had fun, though.”

“Same here.” You said, looking over at him. He was focused on Pencil, smiling softly as she purred. “You wanna spend the night?” You asked.

He is gaze fell on you, “I really need to shower.”

“Believe it or not, this house is equipped with a nice shower. And it’s got plenty of hot water, thanks to you.” You giggled.

“If you’re okay with it, then yeah, I’d love to.”

You nodded, happy to have him there. “You go shower first. I can make us a little late dinner.” He said, kissing your head softly as he got up to go to your kitchen.

You pushed Pencil off of your chest gently and got up, trudging to your bathroom. You cranked on the hot water, stripping off your clothes and stepping in once it was hot enough. You rinsed all the sweat off and quickly lathered and rinsed, not wanting to take too long. You finished up and toweled off, wrapping one around your hair and getting in your favorite pajamas, which was an oversized shirt and underwear.

You padded your way to the kitchen, seeing Eddie boiling some pasta on the stove. You walked up behind him and hugged him from behind, smelling like soap and the perfume he loved. He placed his hands over yours. The whole thing felt so domestic. You kissed his shoulder blade and rested your towel covered head there, sighing softly. He turned the stove off, and you moved away to sit on the island of the kitchen as you watched him drain the pasta. He’d also warmed up a jar of alfredo sauce, and you smiled, “This is my favorite comfort meal, you know.”

“I remembered you mentioning it once.” He hummed, placing the pot of now drained noddles on the stove. He dished out two bowls and handed you one before searching the drawers for utensils. You pointed to the right one and he opened it, grabbing two forks. He stood facing you, leaning on the counter you sat on as the two of you ate in silence. You’d mumbled a thank you, to which he nodded.

Once he finished, he rinsed his bowl and placed it in the dishwasher, then grabbed the now empty pots off of the stove and stood over the sink to wash them. You ate the last bite of your food and hopped down from the counter before walking up behind him and placing your hand on his back.

“You go shower. I’ll take care of this.” You said, tapping him out. He nodded, leaning down and kissing you gently before heading off to your bedroom. You’d left out a fresh towel and another one of your oversized shirts for him to wear, as well as a pair of pajama pants you’d been given that were entirely too large on you, but you’d accepted anyways because they were a gift.

You rinsed your own bowl and fork, sticking them in the dishwasher before scrubbing the pots down and dried them off with a dish towel before placing them back in a cabinet.

You walked back to your bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door, sticking your head in, “Can I come in? I need to brush my teeth.” You called over the noise of the shower.

“Yeah, of course.” He called back.

You entered the bathroom and unraveled the towel from your hair and brushed it out before grabbing your toothbrush. You brushed your teeth as you listened to Eddie him quietly to himself in the shower. You spit out the toothpaste and wipes the corner of your before walking over to the shower.

You peeled back the curtain just enough to stick your head in, facing him as he washed his face. “Hey.” You smiled.

He chuckled and looked back at you, “Hey.”

“Kiss me.” You said, closing your eyes and puckering your lips expectantly.

“You’re gonna get all wet.” He laughed, rinsing your soap off of his face.

“I don’t care. Kiss me.” You said, resuming your pose.

He giggled and leaned down, placing a sweet kiss to your lips, his hair rewetting your own a little.

You smiled once he pulled away, “Thanks.” You said, pulling your head out of the curtain and shutting it again before walking back into your bedroom, closing the bathroom door behind you.

You turned on your bedside lamp before turning off the overhead light and crawled under your covers, sitting against the headboard so you would be awake when Eddie got out of the shower.

Your attempts didn’t work though, as you slowly drifted to sleep sitting up. Once Eddie finished his shower, he got dressed and scrubbed his hair off with his towel. He walked out of the bathroom, seeing you and chuckling, walking to the other side of the bed. He crawled up and shook your shoulder gently.

“Hey,” he whispered, “let’s go to bed.”

His voice roused you enough for you to nod and lay down, cuddling up close to him as he laid next to you. He wrapped his arm around your side as the two of you quickly fell asleep, holding each other close.

The next morning, you awoke with Eddie’s arm around you, holding your back to his chest. You were a little confused when you first woke up, but after a second, the memories flooded back and you smiled, pulling his arm tighter around you as you snuggled into him. You traced the tattoo on his forearm while you listened to his slow breathing, letting yourself soak in the moment.

After a little while, you slowly peeled yourself from his arms and slipped out of bed, managing not to wake him. You walked to the kitchen and started your coffee pot, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you waited for it to brew. You grabbed two mugs, filling your own with cream and sugar, and leaving his empty, knowing he liked his coffee black. The coffee pot clicked, signifying it was done, so you quickly poured out to cups and walked carefully back to your bed. You set them down on your bedside table before crawling back into bed, sitting up and rubbing Eddie’s back.

He slowly woke up, stretching like a cat before looking up at you and smiling, “G’mornin.” He grumbled, his voice all raspy and deep from sleep.

You smiled, reaching over for his mug. “Good morning.” You whispered, seeing him spot the mug. His eyes widened slightly and he sat up, leaning against your headboard as he slowly took the mug from your hands.

“You’re an angel.” He smiled sleepily, leaning over to kiss your lips sweetly before sitting back to take a sip of the hot coffee.

You smiled and grabbed your own, taking a sip and humming. The two of you drank your coffee in silence, leaning against each other and waking up slowly as the soft morning sunlight poured into your window.

Once you’d finished half of your mug, you spoke. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock. That’s probably the best sleep I’ve had since I stopped smoking weed.” He whispered.

You chuckled, “Me too. Well, I didn’t smoke, but I slept really well.”

“Good.” He hummed, reaching over and setting his mug down. You did the same, then he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head as he rubbed your arm.

You leaned into his touch, loving the quiet the morning provided. The two of you stayed snuggled up together for a while, letting the minutes tick past. Eventually, he turned reached up and took your chin in his hand, pulling it towards his face and kissing you gently once again. You pulled away after a second, covering your mouth with your hand, “I have coffee breath.” You whispered, almost getting up to brush your teeth before he grabbed your waist, keeping you in place.

“I do too. Kiss me anyways.” He smiled.

That was all the convincing it took for you to lean back and kiss him again, soft and sweet and sleepy. He kept his hand on your waist, using his thumb to rub comforting circles on your skin.

It all felt so familiar, like you’d been doing this for years, when in reality, this was the first time you’d woken up next to him. You could definitely get used to this.

He eventually broke the kiss and motioned for you to lay down. You did so, and he crawled over you, pulling the covers over his back. He smiled and bent down to kiss you again, at a better angle this time. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, humming softly when he licked your bottom lip.

Instead of everything feeling so heated and quick like last night, Eddie took his time, kissing you slowly and letting his hands explode every inch of you. It felt comforting and intimate. You let your hands wander too, touching his arms, his chest, his neck, his hair that was messy from sleep.

He moved his kisses down to your neck and you smiled softly, pulling him closer to you. He smelled like coffee and your lavender shampoo with a hint of something distinctly Eddie. He loved the way your hands lazily splayed across his chest as he kissed a spot that made goosebumps crawl across your arms.

His hands slowly slid under your shirt, running up your sides, memorizing every detail. He had all the time in the world to do so, and he planned on utilizing each moment. He slowly slid your shirt up and over your head, taking care to kiss every piece of your skin he could once he had access to it.

You tugged at his shirt and he sat up and peeled it off, tossing it on the floor. He bent to kiss you again but you stopped him, holding your arms out so he would sit up. You raked your eyes over his body, getting a good look at his tattoos finally, running your hand over the one on his chest. He smirked softly as he watched your eyes study them, letting you have your little moment.

You eventually made eye contact, and he took that as your signal to come back and kiss you once again. You wrapped one of your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and you felt his hand grab your thigh, gripping the soft flesh gently. You’d also felt him, hard and pressing against your panties. You moaned quietly into mouth as he slowly ground against you, enjoying the friction.

You tugged at his pants, and he stayed connected to your lips as he tugged them down and kicked them off. Once he’d gotten them out of the way, you reached a down between the two of you and took him into your hand. You slowly stroked his cock, humming against his lips as you realized how big he was. He took one of your breasts into his hand, gently massaging it as he groaned against your lips, keening into your hand.

After a minute, he broke your kiss and looked down at you, his breathing a little ragged. “Do you want..” he whispered, grasping at straws to find the words in his cloudy brain.

“Yeah.. yes, Eddie.” You whispered back, knowing what he was trying to ask.

He nodded and leaned down, kissing your neck and slowly tugging your underwear off, being careful not to pull too hard and ruin another pair. You lifted your legs for him, helping him get the fabric off of your body. He tossed it somewhere in your room and you spread your legs as his right hand slowly moved from your inner thigh to your cunt, his thumb sliding up and making slow circles on your clit. You moaned softly, your hand moving from his dick to his back, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and his fingers and how his hair felt on your chest. It was all-consuming, but not overwhelming. Gentle, slow, perfect.

You were already wet, but he still took his time with his fingers, slowly pushing them into you and curling them upward, massaging your g-spot as he listened to your quiet moans. He left a small hickey on the underside of your breast after he’d rolled his tongue around your nipple.

“Eddie, please.” You whined softly, gently tangling your fingers in his hair, causing him to look into your eyes, “I need you.” You practically begged.

He moved up and kissed you gently, grinding against you again, this time without any fabric separating you. You whined against his lips, so he lined himself up and broke the kiss, looking into your eyes. You stared back at his blown pupils. “You sure, baby?” He asked one last time.

“Yes.. please, Eds.” You whispered, your breath ghosting his lips.

He kissed your temple before pushing into you. He went extremely slow, letting you adjust. Your hands tightened on his scalp, holding his face close to your own as you let out small, breathy moans until he was buried to hilt. He didn’t move, waiting until you gave him the go ahead.

After a minute or so, you nodded and he began to push in and out of you, kissing every inch of you that was with his reach, one arm holding himself up and the other supporting one of the thighs you’d wrapped around him.

He never made an attempt to speed up, instead, going at an agonizing pace but making sure to push into you as deep as possible with each thrust. One of your hands stayed in his hair, while the other held into his shoulder to brace yourself as your back arched.

The hand on your thigh eventually moved between the two of you, two of his fingers rubbing your clit, making him moan into your ear when he felt you clench around him.

You felt a knot in your stomach slowly tighten as your breath picked up and your moans progressively became more frequent. You were spilling praises, telling him how good he felt and how close you were.

He kissed up your neck, his breath hot against your already burning skin, “Say my name.” He instructed.

You moaned at that, “God.. Eddie.. you’re- yes keep going.”

He kept his rhythm, feeling you get tighter as you got closer to your climax. “Come on baby,” he breathed in your ear, “cum for me.”

After a few more thrusts, you were arching your back and moaning his name as he rutted into you. “Fuck.” He groaned, close himself.

Once you’d regained yourself a little, you wrapped your legs tighter around him, “I’m on the pill, Eddie.” You whispered, “Please.. I need to feel it.”

That was all it took for him to groan and fill you up, his hips snapping into you a couple times as he finished. Once he’d come down from the high, he slowly pulled out of you, apologizing when he saw you wince slightly.

He flopped down on the bed next to you, causing you to giggle breathlessly. You turned on your side and rubbed his back gently. He smiled and pulled you close, cuddling up with you and peppering kisses on your face, loving the sound of your quiet laughter.

The two of you stayed like that for another hour, whispering and giggling, your hands gently tracing shapes on the arm that held you so close. He kissed you every chance he got, smiling against your lips.

Eventually he sighed, “I should probably relieve the babysitter of her duties soon.”

You nodded, understanding, and sat up, grabbing your now cold coffee off of your night stand and taking a sip, tugging your covers up to keep yourself warm. He got out of bed and got dressed in the clothes he’d worn last night, aware of your eyes on him as he did so. He pulled his jeans up and stuck his hip out to the side, posing and making you laugh. Once he was fully dressed, he walked over to you and kissed you again.

“I’ll call you tonight?” He asked.

“Of course.” You smiled, pecking him one last time before you watched him leave your room. You heard the front door close and you hummed, finishing up your coffee in the quiet hours of the morning.

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strawbszz · 1 year

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Hi vamps hii!! Uhhmmm I wanted to ask for a fanfic💪💪🧐🧐 like one where reader (she/her) is in mcr too and she starts to feel dizzy on stage and she passes out and has to go to the hospital and Frank and gerard lay on each side of her while she wakes up and doesn’t know what happened Tysm you don’t have to tho😭 I love your post sm istg!!!!

Gerard way x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1,082

Warnings: hospitals, blood (not graphic), injuries

Its 2002 and you are the drummer of the little band My Chemical Romance.

You are secretly dating Gerard and the rest of the band just thinks you and gerard are just good friends (since you’ve know him since like 9th grade)

Its 7:34am and you just woke up. Ray is making some coffee.

“Hey (Y/N), you ready for tonight’s concert?” Ray asks you.

“Yes!! I’m pumped!” You laugh.

“Sweet!” Ray says.

“I’m gonna go change out of these pajamas.” You say.

“Ok!” Ray says.

You walk into the backroom with the beds and stuff and open a drawer and grab jeans, black hoodie, and a korn shirt.

You look over and see gerard sleeping his bunk.

You walk over to him and rub his back. “Gee.. wake up.” You say softly.

He groans and wakes up. “Huh..?”

“Wake up gee.” You say.

“Oh, morning.” Gerard says, smiling at you.

“Come here.. i wanna cuddle you..” gerard says.

“Shh!! Remember we can’t let them know we are.. you know.. also ray is in the next room.” You whisper.

He groans. “Fine..”

Frank walk out of the bathroom. “Oh morning (Y/N).” Frank says.

You jump. “Oh! Hey.”

“What did i scare you?” frank smiles smugly.

“A little..” you roll your eyes.

“I should get changed.” You walk away from them.

You go in the bathroom and change.

It’s around 11:36am.

“Hey what should we get to eat?” Mikey says.

“Hmm.. i don’t know.” Gerard says.

“I saw a diner down the street, we should go there.” You say.

You guys get to the diner and walk in.

“Ahh, it’s warm in here.” Frank says.

You giggle.

“Fuck.. i hate Jersey winters.” Mikey says.

You guys are eating lunch in no time.

Gerard touches your shoe with his on purpose.

You glance at him wide eyed pissed a little.

Gerard just smirks and goes back to eating his food.

It’s about 5:36pm and you guys are driving to the venue to set up.

You guys park and hop out of the van.

“Lets unload this bitch!” Frank yells.

You giggle.

about a hour later you guys finish unloading and setting stuff up.

You start testing out your drums.

“Yo, (Y/N)! You gotta get your makeup on!!” Gerard yells.

“Oh shit! Right!!” You hop off your drum seat and run to the dressing room.

“Thanks for telling me, Gee..” you say out of breath.

“No problem.” Gerard says.

You guys start it off with Gee just speaking.

“Hi guys! We’re My Chemical Romance from New Jersey! I’m so excited playing with you guys!” Gerard says. “Alright! Lets start with our first song..”

You guys start with our lady of sorrows.

Its gotten up to song the last song on the record.

You look over and see frank rolling on the floor and jumping. You snort.

You focus on playing the drums. Until frank jumps and crashes into you. You hit your head pretty hard.

The only thing you hear before you pass out is “OH SHIT- (Y/N)!” From Gerard.

You wake up in a unfamiliar place.

“Gee! She’s awake!” You hear a voice that sounded like Frank’s say.

“Wha..?” You open your eyes and see Gerard.

“Hey.. how are you feeling (Y/N)..?” Gerard says softly.

“I-i’m fine.. wha.. what happened..?” You look over to a guilty frank.

“I- i jumped into you.. i’m so sorry (Y/N).” Frank says.

“Wheres Mikey and Ray..?” You ask Gerard.

“They are in the waiting room.. Mikey almost puked seeing you bleed everywhere.” Gerard giggles.

You giggle.

“How long have i been out?” You ask.

“Oh.. like.. 2 hours? Yeah 2.” Gerard says.

“Really! Oh my god!” You say.

Frank giggles.

“Also we got a hotel! So we can sleep comfortably and you don’t have to complain to be about your back hurting from the bunks!” Gerard says.

You laugh. “They do hurt my back!! I feel elderly when i wake up!” You say.

“Elderly?” Frank laughs.

“Yes! Like my back feels the same as your grandma’s!” You laugh.

The nurse walks in. “Hey you two- oh your awake (Y/N)! Yeah you just have a slight concussion but your fine if your going home with anyone.” She says.

“Oh i’m going to a hotel with those 4. We are touring around here so.” You say.

“Ah okay.” She says. “You’ll be free to leave let me just take out this stuff out of your arm..”

She takes the IVs out of your arm and you tense up from the pain.

“Alright! Your set!” She says.

You get up wobbling a little. Frank helps you stand up.

“You good?” Frank asks.

“Yeah.” You say.

You guys walk out to the waiting room to grab Mikey and Ray.

“Hey! She’s ready to go!” Gerard says.

“Oh hey (Y/N)! Are you okay..?” Ray says.

Mikey is sleeping on ray’s shoulder. He rubs his head to wake him up.

“Huh..?” Mikey mumbles.

“It’s time to go Mikey. (Y/N) is okay.” Ray whispers to mikey.

“Okay..” mikey puts on his glasses and gets up.

You guys leave the hospital and get in the van.

You lay your head on Gee’s shoulder and fall asleep.

“Hey.. (Y/N) we’re here at the hotel.” Gerard says.

“Okay..” you say.

You guys get out of the car and walk into the hotel.

“Hello!” Ray says to the lady at the table.

“Hello.” She says.

“I booked 6 rooms for us. Its under the name Ray.” Ray says.

“Okay..” the lady starts typing. “Yeah.. we only have 5 rooms open..” she says.

“Oh.” Ray says.

“That will be fine!” Ray says.

“So sorry that happened we got over booked a little..” she says.

“It’s fine..” Ray says. “Okay so.. we gotta share rooms by 2 people.. got it?”

You guys nod.

“Okay.. I’ll stay with Ray.” Mikey says.

“I’ll stay with Gee.” You say.

“I’ll stay with the tour manager.” Frank says.

“Sweet. Heres your guys’ cards.” Ray hands you guys’ the key cards.

You and Gerard get on the elevator to go to your guys’ room.

“Okay heres our room, Gee.” You say.

“Kay..” he says.

You unlock the room and walk in.

Gerard drops his bags and flops on the bed.

“C’mere..” Gerard puts out his arms.

“Hold on..” you say.

You undress from your bloody-ish clothes.

You climb into bed with Gerard and cuddle up to him.

“I love you (Y/N)..” Gerard Says.

“Love you too..” you say.

#mcr #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #my chemical romance #mikey way #my chem #mikey fucking way #fluff fanfic #fluff fanfiction #gerard way x reader

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allamericansbitch · 2 months

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it's the noah kahan concert anon again! if you don't mind could i ask a few questions? since it's my first concert ever, i'm a little nervous. like what time should i get to the venue, are there any bag restrictions and what are some general things i should expect/prepare for? also, i am going by myself! super excited, but that makes me a bit more nervous

omg im so happy to help! so the time you get to the venue depends on what time it says that specific show starts, and that usually means when the opener goes on- no the main act. lets say it says it starts at 8, im sure you wanna be one the safe side and arrive in plenty of time to park, check out the merch, use the restroom, etc. so i'd get there at 7- an hour before it starts if you also wanna see the opener.

bag restrictions are specific to each venue so your best bet is to just google the name of the venue + 'bag policy' and a link to their website page with that info should pop up.

specific things that i've learned:

if it's in the summer (which in this case and if you live in North America then yes) i'd bring a foldable fan! you just get them on amazon, they'll fit in most small bags. it can sometimes get hot so it's nice to have.

drink plenty of water beforehand! i usually drink plenty while I'm home and then stop about 2 hours before i leave so i dont have to use the restroom badly during the show, plus i keep a bottle of water in the car for the drive back (you can always get water at the venue, but be prepared for it to be very expensive lol).

bring a portable phone charger for your phone and remember to charge it up beforehand! just a good thing to have.

this may be controversial, but i dont like waiting in traffic at the end of shows for 1+ hour, i leave during the last song. this is completely up to you and if you wanna stay then stay! but just know traffic afterward is gonna be rough.

i like to buy my merch beforehand the show rather than after, they tend to run out of sizes the later you go.

comfortable shoes! wear shoes you wear often and know you can stand a long time in and walk a decent amount in.

my bag normally consists of: a small wallet with 1 or 2 credit cards, some change and like $20, the portable charger, the fan and my keys. thats really all i've ever needed.

the noah show i went to was so calm and peaceful, i think it's a great show to be your first! you'll have so much fun and if you have any other questions i'd be happy to help!

#answered #anonymous

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chezzabellesworld · 5 months

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Babes she literally so intising to me I swear it’s having your mars and Venus in same sign she literally created a whole genre of clothing calledkinderwhore , many other girls are doing it as well like cat, be yell and Jennifer Finch and bikini and all of babes in toyland, so they put out a style that nobody else had at the time which then became to be grunge and kind. because I wasn’t alive around the whole Nirvana thing in the early 90s well I was alive, but I would’ve been a really young child like a dog or something. I’m not too sure how much hate Courtney I’ve got, but I believe that she was more popular over here in the UK. She used to like have little tea cups and do little British things, and now she actually lives over here because I think she’s had enough is like the whole American thing. I mean she needs to go ahead to get old old. I’m talking like 1800 dresses and turn them into little baby doll dresses like is a bit controversial to say the least but this is Courtney love for you.

When I was a lot slimmer, she was my fashion icon. She still is now, and I love the blonde hair. I love the whole Grunwick with the little shoes, the tea dresses the skate dresses, and she’s just been known for all her different phases underground, grand artist, her and Eric has solid Capricorn to her cancer would do music together, and they had many variations of hole so, the first saturation of hole was Courtney and Eric, Jill, Emery and Caroline. This went on from about 1989 to 1992, so when Courtney met her in 92, neither of them were doing much, they literally just got high on her and all the time so they they didn’t bring out the best teacher in each other in that sense.

These two water sons, her being a cancer, son and him being a Pisces son, but also with his cancer moon and heart cancer moon. These two would have the most they used to argue about who had the most fucked up child, and who had it worse, I’ve always wanted to know what star sign mother was. She gives me Virgo vibes but also I’m not sure. I know that Courtney Courtney‘s mum cause I looked into it anyway Courtney‘s childhood was very like Bohemian. She didn’t her mum was adopted and after five people who are adopted that they have the money to do so and raise a child and all that other stuff to start off with she had, her mum was when who was adopted the family. The family made pieces of glass for glasses in the war. So yeah they had a lot of like choose trust fun kid or whatever you wanna call it.

So Courtney was pushed round from home to home. Her mother took her sisters to New Zealand and Courtney was sort of left behind. I think they initially took her but it became too much I mean imagine just like saying no I’m gonna give up on my child is I’m gonna give you to your stepdad relationship, but whatever Courtney, when became a personal vendetta, let’s say against the people that she was living with so the new person would be her stepdad new partner, so he had to make the choice of who do I get my partner or my stepdaughter and then, she was getting into loads of trouble with like the law and stupid things like shoplifting and then boot will be putting in juvenile hall with like she makes that lectures really poured that, but when you see like the pictures of places like they were allowed to do what they wanted mainly, but of course she was an outcast they were like I bet you were really sociable. One interviewer said she said no, I came across is very autistic and I learn my social skills from drug addicts, drag queen, and criminals.

So Kurts childhood was a bit different. He had it really good with his mum and dad up to the age of nine. I think when they got divorced and he was a very hyperactive but really loving child. His mother would say, he almost felt so ashamed of his parents being divorced, he wrote on the wall,”mum hates dad. Dad hates mum” so he would go from home to home with uncles aunts on both sides of the family. He live with a religious family for about six months and they said that he was really good and more behaved, there are lots of fairies that cat lived under a bridge for awhile and also which bridge was it nobody knows if it’s true, but I don’t believe it to be true. I mean he shouldn’t of had to be homeless as a teenager, but it just shows you the whole Gen X generation and what they had to go through. This pushed people like and Courtney to get better, and now I’m gonna add into the new generation of us, Millennials and Genzie. There wasn’t anything left to create. The only thing to create was history, and how we were inspired by these people who were the generation before us who went through so much and got so little and asked for so little on TikTok this morning I saw somebody say why we leave Gen X out and then they say Gen X are Millennials that just don’t talk about what they went through like Millennials do they’ll just give you a face and I thought that is so true. With regards to the sinner history of these two charts, his Scorpio Mars being in her second house would mean that his of love and sexuality, he was attracted to her materialism, even though even though Pisces men like to not admit that it is very true, so what they say is often opposite to what they feel, specially with a cancer moon as well so , so cost being on his ninth house would be her Gemini Mars and Gemini Venus, which is a Sagittarius house. These two had a lot to talk about. They were attracted to each other knowledge, especially Kurt towards court she was attracted to his power, his influence, his ways, his sexuality, what she didn’t like is, he got all the praise that she would’ve wanted and he didn’t give a damn about because he had Virgo rising and was born under a full moon, because the signs are in opposite positions, so I mean rising and sun Venus, in Pisces, Venus is mercury and Pisces and his son and Pisces. All in the seventh house of relationships is why Kurt was such a big influence on the world and why people really felt like they knew him and felt connected to him . thank you,

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solesommerso · 1 year

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ೃ༄ time and time again

|| molly hicks x jim street

summary ; party’s suck most times, but maybe not so much when your ex is there

notes ; @blathannabeaga thank you for seeing what I see in this ship, they mean so much to me

warnings ; mollys date is shitty, alcohol, swearing

The dress she has on tells Street enough, it’s pastel lavender and strappy, those thin, too tight, straps that he knows Molly despises. She prefers sun dresses and something that flows by her legs, not whatever that skin tight thing she has on is.

Her face is scrunched up in discomfort as she talks to Hicks, a drink half drunk in her hand that she swirls in boredom at whatever is being discussed. There’s a guy next to her that Street sort of recognizes, he can’t put a name to a face but they’ve definitely met once, he looks unamused in Molly and more excited about Hicks’ speech.

Finally their eyes meet, Street hopes she doesn’t notice that he’s been staring so hard, it’s his ex for god sake he really shouldn’t be, but something crosses Mollys face that maybe she doesn’t care that much if he is. She stays looking at him for a moment before shrugging off the guy and Hicks to make her way through the small crowd of people to where Street is sitting.

“What?” She asks with a huff as soon as she sits down, bouncing a bit against the expensive couch placed in the middle of the venue Hicks rented out for his birthday.

“What are you wearing?” Molly rolls her eyes and shoves her elbow to Streets ribs.

“Shut up. It’s not that bad.” It’s really not, she looks stunning, she’s always been gorgeous but heels and a dress never hurt anyone.

“No it’s not, but you hate dresses like that and the color purple.” He doesn’t even need to say she hates the heels as Molly reaches the pluck them off her feet, sighing in relief once the shoes fall to the floor.

“Scott says it looks nice.” Scott, that’s why Street recognizes him, he’s one of Mollys coworkers.

“Scott’s not the one wearing it.” A hum is all he gets in response, Molly finishing her drink off before gingerly taking Streets from his hand with a small smirk.

“You do know the drinks are free right?” He doesn’t really care, part of him has missed Mollys insistent need of stealing his food and drinks anytime they’re together.

“Yours taste better.” Street can’t help but smile at the words, he’s heard them so many times, yet they still feel so warm in his chest.

“You sure Scott’s gonna like that?” Not really something you do in front of your new boyfriend, even if the douchebag- yes Streets deemed him a douchebag already- isn’t paying attention at all.

“Eh. I think he’s more interested in that girl.” He twists in his seat to see that Scott is sure enough talking some random patrol cop up, she’s blushing and giggling so Street can assume he didn’t let her know that he’s here with someone.

“I’m sorry Molly.” She shrugs and takes to swallowing the watered down bits of Streets drink.

“I don’t really wanna be here anyways, this dress is uncomfortable.” Her hands reach to shift the straps at her shoulders around a bit, they criss-cross in the back and when they move there’s red lines left behind that Street grimace’s subconsciously at.

“It’s a little cold to be in that, you look amazing don’t get me wrong, but it’s like sixty out.” A small chuckle leaves Mollys lips before she nods, leaning into Streets shoulder more when a blow of cold air leaves the hair on the back of her neck standing up.

“Here.” Before the action really crosses Streets mind, he slips his leather jacket off and drapes it over Mollys shoulders, only hovering a moment when they get so close he can smell the pumpkin of her perfume and feel the puff of air she lets out. He wants to kiss her. He would’ve. But he shouldn’t and he knows that, there’s no way kissing his ex at her dads party is a good idea.

“Thanks.” Her voice soft and gentle as she hugs the jacket closer, relishing in how Street acts as a walking heater at all time.

“Course.” He’s expecting an awkward silence or even for Molly to take back what she said and throw the jacket off, instead she curls towards Street, slipping under his arm and laying her head against his chest, as she has done time and time again. And that’s how they stay for the rest of the night, tucked into one another, talking about god knows what, but comfortable and safe.

#writing #molly x street #jim street #molly hicks #mh #js

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