#so i’ve heard a few of their songs from when we hang out but lately we’ve been watching Amazing World of Gumball XD

[bambheez]

tonight is for the two of us (l.hs)

SUMMARY: two lonely people who find comfort in each other’s presence for one night. PAIRING: heeseung x reader GENRE: angst, smut WARNINGS: mentions of character death, grief, depression, insomnia, child and domestic abuse, alcoholism, profanity, light smut WORD COUNT: 5.8k A/N: the way this entire thing screams verbosity but that’s just my style so pls forgive me lol… obviously this is different from what I’ve posted so far in that there’s actual plot and it’s somewhat dark (so please read the long ass list of warnings before you proceed). you can also listen to the PLAYLIST for this story (I am in love with all of these songs)! as always, reblogs/comments/feedback are especially appreciated! :)

Your clammy hands were gripping the steering wheel to the point where your dashboard lights illuminated the whites of your knuckles. As you made your way up the windy roads to the lookout point, void of any streetlamps and relying on your high beams on blast, you were silently thankful for the lack of cars trailing behind you or driving toward you in the opposite direction.

Had you done your research beforehand instead of simply plugging the address into your phone, perhaps you wouldn’t have embarked on this hour-long journey to go stargazing with your colleagues. You suggested carpooling to no avail, having to face your absurd fear of driving not only at night but also on sketchy, unfamiliar roads. 

A slight crane of your neck to the right brought you a view of the city’s skyline in the distance, a hazy glow amidst a sea of black, and you wished you could teleport back to the comfort of the bright, bustling city. The mere thought of having to drive back down this same path later had you letting out a deep groan. 

A sudden interjection of your phone’s navigation app announcing that you were arriving at your destination in 100 feet caused you to whip your head back in focus, scanning the parking lot as you approached the top of the mountain. 

Your car was the only one in the vicinity, save for a camper van with none of its lights on, looking particularly worn-down and deserted. You parked in a random empty spot, unplugging your phone from its charging port before stepping out into the brisk air. Spotting a bench near the lookout point, you took long strides up across the parking lot and up the hill, plopping down to sit and fishing your phone out of your pocket to check your notifications.

You were surprised to find an empty home screen, expecting a “sorry, we’ll be a few minutes late” in your group chat seeing as it was over ten minutes past the time you were meant to arrive. You dialed the number of the coworker who invited you and you heard her voice come onto the line after three long rings.

“Hey! What’s up?” she was nearly screaming over sounds of at least a dozen other people talking.

“What’s your ETA?” you were muttering, already having a bad feeling of what she was about to say.

“H-huh? Oh, it’s supposed to rain tonight, so we canceled! Sorry, I thought we told y–” you were tearing the phone away from the side of your face and hanging up before she could finish her sentence. 

A miserable chuckle escaped your mouth as you took note of the thick clouds hanging over the sky and brought your feet up on the bench, hugging your knees and resting your back against the wood. You weren’t sure why you expected anything else. 

You thought perhaps moving across the country to a big city would put an end to the dread of a thousand tomorrows, none of them promising any semblance of change, but the truth was you never felt more alone than when you were standing in the midst of a busy crowd surrounded by towering skyscrapers and blinding lights—a single drop in the ocean.

There was no way to describe it other than a vice on your heart, squeezing with just enough pressure to be a constant, dull ache. A black hole that threatened to swallow every part of you until all that was left was a human shaped shell, too numb to feel the pain anymore.

There were nights you unwillingly let it control you, and all you could do in those long hours was find an enclosed place to shake until the tears subsided. The vast, open darkness in front of you made you wonder just how many people were out there feeling the same way you did. 

Some old acquaintances had promised to stay in touch, yet what you heard from them was comparable to radio silence, their smiles and efforts merely pixelated and small yellow faces that stopped coming whenever your world fell apart—which was often.

Trudging to get past each day made you realize just how much of your world had revolved around one person—one last connection with a life that used to be. You couldn’t tell her when your local tea shop came out with her favorite lychee drink, when you listened to a song that reminded you of her, how you saw someone on the subway reading a book she had recommended you, or how you overheard a couple arguing over the proper way to load a dishwasher, the very thing you had repeatedly bickered about as college roommates. 

And now that she was no longer in this life, you were constantly questioning your purpose, even occasionally wondering if you were meant to be alone. Was this what the universe had planned for you? You weren’t sure you believed in multiple soulmates, so what happened when yours left you?

If you miss me, just look at the stars. She would always sign the text with a ‘;)’ at the end and you would mock her with a scoff, replying with or I could just call you, dumbass. 

Without realizing, you were already bringing up your history of text messages with her, scrolling through the endless one-sided green texts, each decorated with a delivery error message. Your fingers were hovering over the keyboard while the pulsing blue line stared back at you.

“Where are you?” you were wailing out, wincing subsequently at the unexpected echo and crack in your voice. The thundering in the distance seemed to answer you, but you wished the stars were out so that you’d at least know she was watching over you. You couldn’t help but feel that the cloudy skies meant she couldn’t see you, or worse, look out for you. A droplet landed on your cheek and your eyelids fluttered shut at the feeling. You weren’t sure if they were your tears or hers.

It was the end of the week and you somehow found yourself making your way up the mountainous roads again, remembering coming home last time with extraordinary peace of mind despite the frazzled state you arrived in. You weren’t sure what it was, but it was pushing you to get out of the city once again. 

The air was noticeably cooler than it had been last week, and you were scanning your backseat for any signs of a sweater, sighing inwardly when you found none. It was warm when you left your office earlier in the evening and you mentally cursed at yourself for not checking the weather yet again. 

You contemplated staying in the car with the heat on, but a glimpse of your glowing fuel light had you rolling your eyes in disappointment for being so forgetful and inattentive on top of the countless other flaws you felt you carried. 

You were making your way toward the empty bench again, spotting the camper van in the same parking spot. You assumed it hadn’t moved since the last time you were here, most likely having been abandoned. There were considerably fewer clouds in the sky today and you beamed at the view of the small specks of white splattered against the darkness.

“Give me a sign that it’ll all be okay, please,” you spoke while eyeing the stars above you, some brighter than others. Your hair flew in the wind, draping across your face as goosebumps formed on your arms as you prepared to let the rest of your thoughts out. You didn’t remember closing your eyes, but the sound of footsteps approaching had you instinctively opening them and straightening your back and you suddenly felt a weight on your shoulders, gasping to find someone draping their flannel jacket over you.

“Sorry if I scared you,” he spoke against the wind. “You seemed cold.” A boy, now in a plain black shirt, was making his way around the other side of the bench to sit down next to you. He left considerable space between the two of you, which you were silently thankful for. 

You spun around to see where he had parked, not having noticed another car arrive and when you saw nothing but your own car and the camper van, you felt a chill run down your spine. Alarm bells should’ve been going off in your head, but you were seemingly more concerned with the fact that he had most likely seen you in your most vulnerable state, crying out into the open void like a lunatic, not only once, but twice now.

When he felt you staring, he turned his head only to briefly make eye contact with you before glancing back down at his lap. His skin was a pretty shade of olive, the tip of his nose illuminated by the hazy moonlight. You took in the rest of his appearance—worn sneakers with one of the laces untied, ripped jeans, and shaggy hair that covered his eyes, and you found yourself resisting the urge to run your fingers through his locks.

“Why do you keep coming here?” he was asking, picking his head up once more to look at you.

You weren’t so sure yourself. Maybe it was the fact that this was the only place where you didn’t have to pretend. You didn’t know if you wanted to talk to her, to yourself, or to the universe in general; you didn’t know if you wanted to scream or cry or sit in complete silence. All you knew was that after a particularly bad day at work, you were taking the exit off the highway without thinking, almost as if you had taken this same exit a hundred times before.

“I could ask you the same,” you chuckled. There was an awkward pause, and you were realizing that he wasn’t going to answer you.

“I’m here to u-uh, stargaze.” You were telling the truth, at least partially. 

“Stargazing’s not the best here, with the light pollution and all,” he replied. You hummed, unsure how to respond. He noticed your hesitation and was rubbing his palms against the black denim of his jeans before clearing his throat. 

“‘m Heeseung, by the way.” At first, Heeseung found himself slightly annoyed at the fact that you had disrupted his peace and not-so-secret hideout spot, observing you from his van while you mumbled to yourself on the bench. 

“I travel in my van, but ‘m running low on money.” He was rubbing the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed to admit the fact. “The parking here’s free, so…” he trailed off, regretting it immediately after stating the obvious. 

As he got a better look at your face up close, he saw that a small frown seemed semi-permanently etched on your face, which he could tell you were hopelessly attempting to correct as he studied you. A wave of guilt washed over him upon registration of his untimely intrusion, realizing that you would probably prefer to be alone right now due to the blatant evidence that you were pretending to look less dejected in front of him. 

You were briefly introducing yourself as someone new to the city, not knowing what else was interesting about you and accidentally slipping in the fact that you ‘didn’t really have any friends’, teeth chattering slightly even with his jacket resting over your frame. 

“Did you want to sit in my van instead?” Your frown was faltering when your lips parted in surprise at his request. He contemplated adding a lighthearted comment about not being a serial killer to reassure you, but you were already trailing behind him as he stood up. You could tell he was tall when his legs were stretched out next to yours while sat next on the bench, but he was even taller than you’d imagined when he was standing up, even with a slight hunch in his posture. 

Heeseung peered over his shoulder to catch you struggling to keep up with his longer strides, still clutching onto the collar of his jacket over your right shoulder and he let a soft smile adorn his face as he slowed his pace to match yours. He was rounding the front of his van to open the passenger side door for you but you were already cutting in front of him, hopping up on the door sill clumsily.

You let yourself into the passenger side, holding the jacket out to Heeseung who was still staring at you through the driver side window. He opened the door and pulled himself into the seat, reluctantly taking the jacket from you and tossing it on some unknown surface of the van behind him. 

He turned on the ceiling light of his van and began blasting the heat after noticing that you were sitting on the backs of your hands. His fingers were fiddling with the knobs on the CD player to turn on soft, lullaby-like piano music and you made a poor attempt at stifling a laugh. For some reason, you expected him to be into rock music and found the unexpected contrast endearing. 

Heeseung shot you a confused look at the sound and you simply shook your head and waved it off, a small smile still playing on your lips. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was, but you felt a strange sense of comfort in his presence.

For the first time that night, you were taking a closer look at his features. Underneath his bangs were eyes that carried both fervor and innocence and lips that were held in a constant, soft pout. He was chewing on his bottom lip, eyes darting around the space in front of him at the feeling of you staring at him so intently. He shook his head so that his bangs were falling over his eyes again in one swift movement before thinking of something to say to take your attention off his face.

“I dropped out of college when I was 18,” he was muttering, trying to gauge your reaction from his peripheral view before continuing. “And then I ran away from home to travel.” He was leaving out key details like the fact that he didn’t necessarily run away from home with the goal of traveling but instead began traveling because he simply had nowhere else to go. 

When he came home after his first semester with an official diagnosis from his university’s health center, his family refused to let him seek therapy or any other form of help. With a father who was never home and a mother who went as far as threatening to disown him if he didn’t return to school the following semester, Heeseung wasn’t left with much of a choice. 

You were surprised that he was even sharing this much with you. Your heart tightened at the thought of him being alone in the world at such a young age and his lack of a support system, seemingly more alone than you were. He was considerably better than you at concealing his loneliness and you hated that fact, not because you wanted to be better at it but because you knew just how much effort it took. 

Heeseung could barely remember what it was like to have his father around, the only seemingly harmonious moments spent with him before he started grade school fleeting and long forgotten. The bulk of his adolescence was spent resenting his father for the way he treated his mother, where his father would appear through the front door every few months or so in one of his drunken episodes, an empty bottle of liquor already in hand.

He almost always knew when it was happening, the rummaging through the cabinets and refrigerator for alcohol reverberating through the house and to his room. He couldn’t understand why his mother wouldn’t stop restocking the house with it or why she wouldn’t change the locks or take his father’s keys or even file for a divorce, and he couldn’t help but despise her weakness and inability to stop pitying her husband.

“Look who decided to finally show up for his mother,” the older man seethed, breath reeking from the drunken stench.

A particularly loud argument had Heeseung flying down the stairs, the sound of a glass bottle breaking causing his mother to let a scream out of her mouth. He took in his father’s appearance, unshaven and eyes bloodshot with a lazy smirk playing on his lips. A look off to the side at his mother with tears streaming down her cheeks was suddenly leading to punches being thrown and knuckles growing bloodied. A harsh shove from his father caused him to lose his balance and tumble onto the wooden floor.

“Maybe ask yourself why you’re defending a fucking cheater instead,” his voice boomed through the living room. A puzzled expression took over Heeseung’s face as he turned toward his mother who winced both at the sound of her husband slamming the door as he left and the way her son ran his tongue over his busted lip, eyes beginning to gloss over.

After finally grasping the fact that his mother was not the person she made herself out to be and what pushed his father over the edge over ten years ago, Heeseung, who had always stuck close to her growing up, attempting to make up for the lack of his father’s presence, began growing increasingly distant from her as he finished his final years of high school. The very thing he swore he wouldn’t touch in his life was the only thing he took with him and stashed in his van the night he left.

He was wrapping his hand around the nearly empty beer can in his cup holder from the thought of his childhood memories and shooting a pained expression your way at the paled look on your face, eyes pooling with concern and he tried to perceive it as anything but pity.

“I honestly don’t mind it much,” he was saying, but an unfamiliar look was flashing across his eyes and even though you barely knew him, you felt like you could see right through him.

He was redirecting his gaze out the windshield. He had used the North Star almost as a source of direction in his travels for the past few years, as cliche as it sounded. Tonight was the first night it was visible in the two weeks he had been parked here, deciding to camp out in the deserted park until it reappeared and he had saved enough money from his part-time job in the city. 

The North Star appeared noticeably brighter tonight, a beacon in the middle of the night shrouded in shadows and Heeseung was suddenly wondering whether it was a coincidence that you were here with him at this very moment, whether you were the very person who hung the North Star for him in the night sky, guiding him toward a purposeful destination, or whether you were the destination itself. He was shaking his head at the intrusive thought as you followed his line of sight.

The heat blowing throughout the van was fogging up the windows and blocking up your view of what he seemed to be focusing his gaze on. Heeseung watched as you turned in your seat, moving your body to face the passenger window with one leg folded up on the cushion. You were bringing your fingers up to touch the glass, slowly drawing a heart with your index finger and peering through the clear traces at the sky.

Heeseung, nowhere near intoxicated from his built up tolerance over the years, took one last sip of his drink, still not taking his eyes away from your side profile and subtle movements as you immersed yourself in your own world for the second time that night. He was turning to his own window to mirror your actions, outlining a much sloppier heart on the glass. By the time he finished and spun around to face you, you were already watching him with a beam, the apples of your cheeks rosy. 

You were suddenly bursting into laughter, your brain on autopilot as you leaned over the center console to fix his drawing. You were practically pushed up against him with your hand resting on his thigh as you drew over his sketch on the window, adding a dozen more hearts around the first and filling up the rest of the fogged glass with your doodles. Heeseung was noticeably stiffening under you, attempting to distract himself from his quickening heart rate by picking at the fraying of his jeans on the leg you weren’t perched on.

You leaned back to admire your silly artwork for a few seconds before glancing over at him and noticing Heeseung’s eyelashes fluttering delicately, still reeling from the sudden physical contact. Upon noticing the close proximity, you were removing your hand from his lap and bringing it back into your own, leaning into the seat again and you could feel the heat evident on your face, knowing it must’ve been even more apparent to him. He was no better at concealing his own expressions as his sheepish smile faltered, feeling abnormally disappointed in the sudden loss of contact.

Still in a daze, Heeseung was reaching behind him to grab a can of beer, holding it out in front of you while his eyes were trained on the single heart drawn on the passenger side window. He held back a grimace as he realized that he’d done so without thinking, hoping you hadn’t caught on to his dependency. You accepted his offer without hesitation, wiping the rim of the opening with the bottom of your shirt and popping open the tab, taking gulps at a much faster speed than you were normally used to.

Your head was still spinning with the thought and feeling of the burn of your fingertips against his thigh. You both drifted into a comfortable silence, the music no longer playing since the CD player in his rundown van didn’t have the ability to auto loop tracks or albums and the hammering of his heart against his chest seemed almost too loud for you not to notice. Heeseung thought about taking out the disk and replacing it but decided against it, not wanting to disrupt the stillness of the air around you. 

Your lips formed a small frown as you saw clouds beginning to shape. You thought it was the alcohol deceiving you, but you blinked a few times and the clouds were still there. 

“I hate the rain because it means I can’t see her. It makes me think that she’s crying,” you suddenly whispered, breaking the silence. You could feel his gaze fall to you as he fell out of his trance, but he didn’t ask who, just simply nodded. 

His reaction made you freeze in your spot, realizing you had most definitely overshared beyond an imaginary boundary. You almost wanted to apologize for it before you were saying the next thing that came to your mind. 

“Have you ever fallen in love?” you were abruptly blurting out.

He was quirking his brow in amusement. “Come on, I can barely fall asleep,” he laughed softly but not without a somewhat pained expression behind his eyes. You had assumed it was a joke, but the sincerity in the way he observed you told you it wasn’t. Your eyes widened before you were nodding softly and returning a weak smile, taken aback by his confession.

“Don’t worry about it,” he was brushing it off. “You?”

You were staring out the windshield again for a few moments, lost in your thoughts before responding, “A lot of unrequited love, if that counts.”

You began to explain how you had never been in a relationship, not because you didn’t want to, but because it was seemingly out of your control. You presumed that the time you spent on this earth loving romantically without any reciprocation had somehow altered your brain chemistry to truly believe that you were meant to be alone from the very beginning, and you were often wondering which would hurt more, to have had true love and lost it or to never have had it at all. Dwelling over the fact that you had already experienced some form of both made your situation seem all the more ridiculous.

It didn’t go unnoticed by him the way you were flighty in your thoughts, jumping to one without finishing the other. As a result of the accumulation of thoughts you created when you were alone, all the things you would talk to yourself about came spilling out. 

Your mind went on talking even when you were alone. And when you ran out of storage, the thoughts needed to come out somehow. Partly due to your insecurities you hoped that by talking more, you’d be accepted and loved by someone—it hadn’t proved itself to be a successful method in the past and you weren’t sure it ever would be.

“I give, and give, and give. That’s all I do,” you continued, your voice now uneven and trembling slightly. “I give until I have nothing left. I’m terrified of the love I have because I know it will ruin me—it already has, and I know I will continue to let it.”

You were heaving out a sigh of relief at the massive weight being lifted off your chest, still feeling a sort of emptiness but a strangely pleasant lightness associated with it. Even then, you were perplexed by your own eagerness to share your entire life story to someone you met just hours ago, partially blaming the alcohol for how unfiltered you became and you couldn’t tell what Heeseung was thinking from the stoic look on his face and his big doe eyes blinking back at you.

It most definitely wasn’t a feeling of pity, that he knew. It felt almost like a weakness in the heart—like his heart wasn’t working properly—a fleeting lightness that passed through him, being simultaneously lulled to sleep by a single gesture and set on fire by your every touch. 

Your eyes were glossed over, from your lengthy outpour or intoxicated state Heeseung wasn’t certain, but he held not a single ounce of doubt of the amount of love you held. Unsure of what came over him, he was resisting the urge to lean over and cup the sides of your face and tell you that even in his broken, wretched state, he was willing to accept anything you had to give and return everything and more.

“It’s really late. I can drive you home,” he was offering. He convinced you he was sobering up with a lazy smile plastered on his face, yet you couldn’t help raising your brows at the slight flush of his cheeks and numerous empty beer cans in the cup holder.

“I think I’d rather stay here,” you were speaking nonchalantly before turning to look at him with what Heeseung thought he saw were literal stars in your otherwise cloudy eyes. At the implication of your words, he could feel and hear his heart beating at a pace so fast it rang through his ears. As much of an open book as you were, he didn’t expect that from you and you even stunned yourself as the words left you, mouth now agape as you stared back at him. 

You wanted to blame your lack of sobriety yet again but you knew that the flood of emotions had put your mind in a remarkable state of clarity. His calmness—how he listened and watched attentively without any questions, just simply looking at you with a fondness in his eyes—fastened you with a sense of immense trust in him.

Thankfully, he was quickly nodding and turning around to turn on the lights that lit up the rest of his van. In contrast to his somewhat rugged appearance, his space was neat and cozy and it amazed you how few belongings he had; everything fit in his van and there was almost no clutter. The only hint of personality and life you could find was the guitar hanging over the bed, and you were smiling to yourself knowing he at least had music to accompany him. 

Heeseung had suggested cooking some ramen for you, but you simply shook your head with a sleepy smile and told him you weren’t hungry. He didn’t say anything as he clambered on top of his sheets and patted the spot next to him. There wasn’t much space in the van for anything other than a bed and a small stovetop and you were skeptical there would be enough room for you to both lay comfortably. 

You fit yourself on the mattress between him and the back door while he crawled under the covers, pushing his pillow toward you behind your back and grabbing an extra one from beneath the bed for himself. You were still sat leaning against the side of the van as you contemplated your next move, wondering whether you should prioritize comfort or decency and you squirmed at the thought of your dirty jeans on someone else’s sheets.

A brief glance at Heeseung, who was lying on his back with his eyes closed and hands resting over his stomach, had you quickly tucking yourself under the blankets and unzipping your jeans, pulling them down and kicking them over your ankles. You were shuffling downward and placing the now folded jeans beside your pillow, facing away from Heeseung as you pulled the covers up to your chest.

You couldn’t tell but Heeseung had visibly stiffened, eyebrows now slightly furrowed in concentration as he attempted to fall asleep, willing himself to think about anything other than you and your presence inches away from him. He was staring at the ceiling, breath uneven at how you were so similar in the way you craved connection yet different in the sources of your troubles and the way you coped—one capable of giving anything and one who didn’t know how to give at all. 

You felt the bed dip and you could hear Heeseung shuffling around behind you, his heavy breathing against your neck telling you he was now facing you, and still lying on your side when you felt his fingers graze across your hip bone. 

The heat radiating off his body behind you was seeping into your own skin, slowly building into a burn before you were flipping yourself over to face him and immediately thrown off by just how close he was. A slight lean forward from either of you would close the gap, and your eyes were unconsciously flickering down to his lips at the thought.

You were pulling yourself flush against him, savoring the feeling of your bodies pressed so closely together, resting your head in the crook of his neck and he let out a sharp gasp from above you. You could feel his heart beating underneath your palms as you moved your hands across the expanse of his chest. A slight crane of your neck and you were tentatively placing your lips against his jaw, a shaky breath of Heeseung’s fanning your face from the action.

As your kisses moved from his jaw down to his neck, his mouth was parting softly, lifting his head into the pillow to provide you with more access. One particularly harsh suck against his collarbone had him surging forward for more, latching onto the hem of your shirt and fingers hesitantly grazing the waistband of your underwear. 

Heeseung was then leaning forward onto his elbows, the hand that was previously slotted between your bodies wrapping around your shoulder to pull you up and level to him, bringing you into a gentle kiss that caused the hairs on your arms to raise.

It overwhelmed you how thrilling yet calming it felt to be kissing him. You were completely drinking him in, the touch of his skin against yours heating up the pits of your stomach and causing shivers to wrack through you and simultaneously taking your mind off of everything else.

He was gentle with his touch, but his lips were rough and chapped and he was kissing you with so much longing and desperation that for a second, you contemplated whether this was his first time kissing someone, craving any and every bit of physical contact. You quickly dismissed the thought as he took advantage of your inattentiveness with a swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip, your lips parting slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth skillfully.

Your stomach churned and you were writhing under his touch from the way your tongues intertwined, a pit of heat rising in your lower stomach. Heeseung was letting out a choked whimper at the feeling of your hands reaching underneath his shirt, smoothing over the skin of his stomach. 

“You okay?” you were whispering as you pulled back, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. He held your gaze for a few seconds, both delicacy and sharpness etched in his features, before his lashes fluttered and he was shaking his head, burying it in your neck. Your hands were sliding along his scalp to soothingly stroke his hair, heart aching at the vulnerability and rawness with which he looked at you. 

It wasn’t clear whether the cause of his feverish state was from the simple presence of you in his arms, but something told you that you should’ve seen it coming when the way he looked at you gradually began changing as the hours progressed.

You were pulling back and placing one last, soft kiss against his lips, lingering for a few moments too long before wrapping your arms around his torso in a tight embrace and rubbing his back gingerly. 

Heeseung was redirecting his attention out at the sky through the back window, foolishly looking for you and him in the stars. Some stars gradually dim and lose their luster, and on a rainy night, you might never see them again. 

You weren’t thinking about what would happen when the stars faded and the sun rose, or when you would see him again—you didn’t need to see him or be physically near him to feel him. Your subconscious was finding comfort simply from the feeling of his chest pressed against yours, your thumb rubbing circles over his shirt while you listened to Heeseung's soft breathing and the sound of the rain beginning to fall against the windows.

A/N: the bolded quote is based on something I saw on twitter: “I’m scared of the love I have for you. Because I know it will ruin me. And I also know that I will let it. I love hard.” but I couldn’t find the source, so credits to the original owner.

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Cherry - James Potter x Barmaid!Reader

Pairing: James Potter x Barmaid!Reader

Prompt: the songs Cherry by Harry Styles and the song Best Friends by Rex Orange County

Warnings: smut basically. (Also first song type fic so go easy on me!)

No Beta today lovelies let me know about spelling errors. ENJOY!!!

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You clutched your jacket to your body, running as fast as you could, your heart pounding against your chest as your lungs fought to take in more air. Your hair was whipping in the wind as you sped around the corner straight towards The Three Broomsticks. The second you burst into the pub everyone stared at you in mild shock before going about their evening. 

“Y/N your late!” Rosmerta huffed making you pout. 

“I know I was up late helping my sister with her homework.” You sighed as you slid the denim jacket off your shoulders before wrapping the plain black apron around your waist, putting your notepad and pen in the left pocket then your small tea towel hanging out the right pocket. 

“Be warned The Marauders are playing tonight so it's gonna be packed.” Rosmerta explained as she began ringing someone up. 

“O-Oh. Awesome.” You stuttered as you tried to control your emotions. 

“Don’t tell me you still fancy Ja--

“I am well aware he has Lily you don’t need to remind me.” You glared at her making her eyes widen. 

“Actually, they split up about 6 months ago.” Rosmerta whispered with a smirk. 

“R-Really?” You whispered trying to conceal the small flicker of hope. 

“There was a rumour that she found out one of his songs was about another girl.” You heard Frank whisper behind you making you jump a little. 

“I hate it when you do that. That’s the most stupid rumour I’ve ever heard.” You snorted with an eye roll. 

“It’s Cherry.” Her stated and suddenly you couldn’t breathe.

“I don’t think I’ve heard it.” You muttered with a frown. 

You had gone to school with both the Marauders and The Valkyries. You had been friends with them for the most part but they weren’t people you overly saw outside of school. So, when school finished you never really spoke to them again. When you got a job here, you’d occasionally see them after they performed. However, when they got more popular, they started doing bigger gigs. You had even dated James in year 9 when you were both 13 but you were kids, so it didn’t last. You both thought you were so mature, calling each other baby and kissing cutely behind the side of the science block.

You grinned at the adorable memory before shaking it off just in time to see The Marauders walk through the side door. You looked up to see those same hazel eyes, even to this day you would recognise in a crowd, even after all this time they still made you heart clench. You hadn’t seen him in over a year, it felt surreal. 

“Holy shit! Is that little Y/N Y/L/N?” You heard Sirius shouted excitedly making you tear your eyes away from James who was staring at you liked he’d seen a ghost. 

“We were in the same year, ya’ fuckin’ numpty.” You snorted making Sirius grin. 

“Hey show some respect! I'm a rockstar now!” Sirius laughed causing you to roll your eyes.

“Ha! I don’t give a shit if you're selling out 100,000 tickets love. This is my domain.” You snickered before passing him a beer.

“How’s Evan? You guys have been together since...year 10 right?” Sirius asked excitedly as he sipped his beer. 

“We broke up, about 2 years ago actually.” You muttered awkwardly as you tried to busy yourself drying the rim of a glass with your tea towel. 

“Oh! That sucks.” Remus sighed sadly as his eyes flickered towards James. 

“Right, I'm letting in the crazies so get yourself set up lads!” Rosmerta shouted as she pointed to the small stage in the corner of the pub. 

You watched the set as the boys played happily, they hadn’t changed in the slightest, even now with such a serious fanbase. They were still fun and down to earth. You watched the first few songs with interest as you served the gaggles of girls that were cheering too loudly but you couldn’t blame them. They’re in their element up on stage, like they’d always been. You chuckled as Remus and Peter told the other two they needed a break. 

“We’re gonna play Cherry whilst our Drummer and Bassist take a break.” James muttered breathlessly into the mic.

Sirius began playing a beautiful tune on his acoustic guitar that you instantly felt a connection with. It almost sounded like the first random tune James created when he first learnt to play guitar. You decided to take you break and stand a little closer to the stage. This is the song Frank had said was about someone else. When James started singing you listened to the lyrics intently. 

‘Don't you call him baby. We're not talking lately, Don't you call him what you used to call me.’ He looked at the floor as he sang making you frown in confusion, he usually sang with a lot more confidence, until he finally looked up to meet your eyes.

‘I, I confess I can tell that you are at your best, I'm selfish so I'm hating it.’ His eyes bore into yours and you couldn’t understand why, but you figured maybe the spotlight was obstructing his view.

‘I noticed that there's a piece of you in how I dress, Take it as a compliment. Don't you call him baby We're not talking lately Don't you call him what you used to call me’ You frowned as you realised he was wearing a red plaid shirt over a white T-shirt similar to one you had back in school. Don’t be stupid Y/N it’s not about you, you thought to yourself.

‘I, I just miss I just miss your accent and your friends. Did you know I still talk to them? Does he take you walking round his parents' gallery?’ You instantly felt your heart stop as your eyes widened. This song was about you, Evan’s parents owned an art gallery in the next town over. You looked for an escape spotting the door to the outdoor smoking area and immediately sped out the pub telling Frank you’d be back soon as you shoved past the hordes of girls. 

“You okay Y/N?” You heard someone shout as you got outside. 

“Is that song about me?” You asked blatantly making Remus smile sadly. 

“Its one of them.” Remus answered calmly taking a pull of his fag. 

“THERES MORE?” You shouted, your jaw dropping in shock.

“Yeah, there's also Best Friend that’s an old one though.” Remus laughed calmly, you grabbed the half-smoked fag from his fingertips and took a long drag of it. 

“You were always...the one that got away, I guess. You dated as children, but I think James always wished you guys had waited until later in life.” Remus added making your eyes soften. 

“This isn’t why Lily and James broke up is it?” You asked, guilt swimming in your gut but the question had laughing again. 

“Nah, Lily came out the closet.” Remus chuckled making your eyes widen.

“O-Oh okay.” You chuckled shyly before passing the lit smoke back to Remus which he motion for you to smoke. 

Remus left you to your thoughts as you took drag after drag trying to calm yourself down. Your hands were shaking causing the ash to drop off the cherry-Cherry…why was it called that? You thought curiously your nerves fading into curiosity. Just then you looked up to find those hazel eyes staring at you from the exit of the smoking area.

“Hey.” He muttered like he couldn’t quite believe you were here.

“Why Cherry?” You asked abruptly making his mouth open as if to say something but he paused for a moment before finally speaking.

“You had this red tinted lip gloss…when we dated, it was the girliest thing you owned, and it tasted like Cherry. You wore it everyday for a whole year even after we broke up, then in year 10 you started dating Evan and stopped wearing it.” He answered softly making your heart clench.

“I can’t believe you remember that. That was 12 years ago.” You chuckled in disbelief.

“I remember everything about you…about us. Like how you never used to style your hair because you’d always run your hand through it and ruin it. Or how you didn’t wear much makeup in summer because you have hayfever and are always rubbing your eyes. You used to hate the colour yellow but you think your baby sister looks amazing in it. I remember how you used to love when I’d play with your hair. I also remember the last time we really spoke, it was just after we had finished 6th form and we all went to the pub. You were out having a smoke and Evan had already passed out at the booth. I said to you that I was glad I’d met you and you replied—

—Don’t be such a sap. Just buy me somet nice when yer’ a rockstar.” You finished for him with a laugh which was quickly silenced when you looked at James hand that was holding a box in his hand.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the box like it was about to bite you. He seemed to find this amusing but he swallowed his laugh and opened to box showing you the contents. There sat a white gold chain with a white gold and rose gold cherry pendant hanging off it. He took it out the box, sliding the empty velvet box into his pocket before approaching you. You could feel tears building in your eyes as he came behind you.

“I was jokin’ ya’ fuckin’ sap.” You sniffled so quietly you were sure he heard you.

“I wanna say I forgot how much I love your accent but that would be a lie.” He chuckled happily as he lower the chain around your neck.

His fingers brushed against the skin at the back of your neck causing your body to come alive, goosebumps all over your body, you held your breath, praying this moment would never end. He did the clasp so slowly, you knew it was intentional, but you didn’t care you welcomed it. 

“Can I take you out next week?” He whispered in your ear his hands brushing all the way down your spine over your clothes.

 “Y-Yes.” You stuttered almost breathlessly.

**********

You were just sliding your white strappy heels when the knock on the door came. You brushed off your white satin shirt that was tucked into a grey tight mini skirt that hugged your hips perfectly. You opened the door and instantly saw a bunch of what looked like a bouquet of flowers but when you took a longer glance you realised it was multi coloured chocolate covered fruit made to look like flowers.

“I suggest this be put in your fridge and not a vase.” James joked making you grin.

“Probably for the best. These are awesome, way better than normal flowers.” You giggled as you pulled out two gold dusted white chocolate cover strawberries before placing the ‘bouquet’ into the fridge.

“You’re wearing the lipgloss.” He muttered in shock as you passed him one of the strawberries.

“Well I’m wearing a cherry lipgloss. I don’t think they even sell the brand I had 12 years ago.” You giggled before biting into your own strawberry.

“You look gorgeous.” He muttered happily as he finished his strawberry, popping the stick in the bin before holding out his hand for you.

“I would return the sentiment but you have enough fan girls doing it for me. Where are we going?” You snickered as you slid your hand into his, lacing your fingers together.

“Thought I’d take you to that little Italian place they just opened then maybe dancing?” He muttered nervously making you soften.

“You could’ve said McDonald’s and I’d of been happy cos I’d still be with you.” You replied sweetly making him grin from ear to ear. 

“Careful, you almost sound like a sap.” He teased you playfully.

“I’m not 18 and emotionally stunted. I’m  allowed to be a sap.” You argued with a cute pout on your lips.

“Stop pouting or the only place I’ll be taking you will be the old science block.” He whispered in your ear as you both exited your flat block.

“Mr Potter the scandal!” You exclaimed in a Scottish accent, a clear imitation of the time Ms McGonagall when she’s found you both behind a wall kissing. Though you had joked back your cheek we’re still painted red with James previous ‘threat’.  

“Oh I miss Minnie. I wonder how she’s doing?” James sighed softly with a small smile on his face.

“I see her at Tesco a lot. She seems well. She recently retired lives just at the edge of Hogsmeade in a small cottage.” You answered with a grin.

“I miss living here. Don’t get me wrong I love being able to play music and live with my surrogate brothers but I miss the quiet here. I still come back to see mum and dad but it’s not the same.” James sighed as he looked around at everything around him as you both started walking towards the restaurant hand in hand.

“Could you not live here but still do your gigs?” You asked with a soft frown on your face.

“I never thought so but recently Remus has been talking about being closer to his parents. They moved up here a few years ago when Remus mortgaged them a little cottage with 2 bedrooms. I think he wants to settled down, have some roots. Sirius is a wild card though. He’d rather be in a new city every night. Peter only has his mum so I think he’d be happy to move back here too. So really it’s just Sirius stopping us.” James rambled making you smile at the utter familiarity of it.

“He’s dating that Pop singer right?” You laughed making James roll his eyes.

“I think she really understood him and it freaked him out so he ended it not long before we got here. That’s my guess anyway…he won’t talk to me about it.” James huffed with an eye roll. 

“Idiot.” You snorted as you both saw the restaurant ahead.

James opened the door as you both approached it, his face lighting up when you leaned up to kiss his cheek before walking past him into the restaurant. James stood in front of the host with a polite smile. However when the young woman looked up her face instantly lit up.

“You’re Jame Potter right? The lead singer of the Marauders?” She asked as if trying to keep the excitement out her voice.

“Yeah we have a table booked for 7.” He replied with a smile.

“I love your new song Cherry.” She gushed as she showed him the way your table clearly not even bothering with your presence.

“Thank you! Can we get two glasses of red please? And some menus?” James asked as he pulled out your seat and suddenly the girls eyes were on you. 

She scanned you with a look of mild disgust until she caught sight of something on you that seemed to have her flushing, with anger or embarrassment, you weren’t sure but you looked down and instantly realised you had the Cherry necklace James had given you on.

“Two glasses of red. Got it, here’s your menus.” She stated in a professional tone that made your eyes widen. When she walked away you turned to James with a deadpan look.

“She totally knows.” You whispered nervously.

“Knows what?” He asked with a frown.

“That I’m Cherry.” You hissed as she began coming back towards the table with two glasses of wine.

“Thank you.” You said sweetly making her eyes narrow before turning back to James.

“Can I get a quick picture and an autograph?” She asked in a sickeningly sweet tone that made you laugh behind your wine glass.

“Do you mind?” James asked you sweetly making you smile with rose tinted cheeks.

“Of course not love.” You whispered softly making him grin happily. 

He jumped up, posing for a picture with the girl before grabbing a napkin and signing it for her. She gave him a bright grin before scampering off probably to text her friends. You watched as James sat down with a happily look on his face.

“You’re really in your element aren’t you?” You chuckled softly as he looked up into your eyes, sipping his wine.

“Without our ‘fans’ I really would be no where. Did you know the first record company that approached us was because a young woman who worked there, retweeted a video clip of our gig in a run down underground bar in London. She gushed about it so much a few of the higher ups saw it. Sirius got his first photoshoot because a photographer saw her teenaged daughter liking a bunch of the bands Instagram pictures. Without fans we would probably be washed up nobody’s.” He explained and you felt your heart melt. 

“I’m so glad you stayed the same baby.” You whispered with a cheeky grin.

“I never called Evan baby by the way. Just wanted to clear that up.” You giggled making him flush.

“Good. I-I never called Lily it either.” James replied making you smile a sincere smile.

“Good.” You sassed playfully making him chuckle.

You both finally ordered food, flirting over the dinner table with an alarming amount of ease. It felt natural, like this was a normal everyday date night; and not the first proper date you two had ever been on. You laughed, you both got tearful and nostalgic. Everything was going swimmingly until your ex boyfriend walked in with a blonde girl you knew was his secretary.

When you both locked eyes he seemed to go through a slew of emotions ranging from sadness to love, until he caught sight of James and it all turned to anger. 

“I want to say I’m surprised but I really shouldn’t be should I?” Evan scoffed quietly as he approach your table.

“Evan, how are you mate?” James tried casually making Evan visibly sneer at him. 

“I’m well, thank you Potter. When did you two start dating?” He spat making James’ eyes narrow.

“This is our first date.” He stated as calmly as he could, clearly surprised by his hostility.

“I’m surprised, considering you’re the reason my girlfriend of 7 years said no to my marriage proposal.” Evan spat out and suddenly everything grew silent.

“If I remember her words correctly. She said ‘I’m sorry Evan I can’t marry you. I can’t picture my life in the future with you. I thought I’d give us a chance but I can’t take the next step when I don’t feel it.’ I obviously asked what she meant by it and she said ‘The pull.’ I had no idea what she even meant. I mean I was her first PROPER boyfriend she’d never been with anyone but me. Then I found her secret little—

“Shut up Evan.” You snapped in utter humiliation.

“I found a box full of things from when you two had you 3 month long relationship in year 9. Letters, notes with music notes on them, cute little gifts you gave her. There was even a cutely pressed flower sealed in resin. I mean I’d think that was cute if she had things like that from OUR relationship but nope. Nothing.” Evan finished making tears prick your eyes.

James was never gonna wanna see me again. He’s gonna think I’m some creepy stalker that has been obsessed with him for 12 years. You went to stand up but James reached out and wrapped his hand around your wrist.

“What did you honestly think was going to happen by telling me that she’d been longing for me just like I have for her? I also have a box filled with things from her including the red plaid top she left at mine after a party in year 11.” James snorted out proudly making your jaw drop. 

You wiped the unshed tears away carefully before you glanced at Evan who looked beyond angry. He didn’t say anything else just walked to his own table silently. You turned to James who let out a small sigh making your heart clench in fear. 

“I never understood why you dated that dick.” He huffed with an eye roll.

“Because you started dating Lily.” You whispered brokenly and he looked up at you with a frown.

“I didn’t start dating Lily till you started dating Evan.” He corrected making you frown.

“No I remember seeing you and Lily at Madam P’s on a date. You bought her my favourite cream puffs.” You huffed with an eye roll.

“I bought them for you! Then when I went to give them to you you were making out with Evan!” He argued and suddenly tears pricked your eyes.

“N-No cos then that would mean I wasted 7 years with the wrong person…” You whispered sadly with tears brimming your waterline.

“Oh baby…” He muttered sympathetically before standing up to kneel at the side of your seat.

“We were kids. We didn’t know better. As adults we know it’s easier to talk about things instead of assuming.” He stated gently, his hand caressing your thigh in a soothing manner.

“Come on, I’ll pay for dinner then we can go for a walk instead of dancing?” He offered sweetly making your heart pound heavily in your chest.

You gave a nod and collected your purse as he signalled for the waiter. The waiter came over with the bill which you quickly offered to pay half of, but James looked psychically wounded, so you dropped it. 

He offered you his arm which you took as you both began strolling towards the park. He was quiet until we got to the floral covered entrance of the park. He clutched your hands that were resting around his bicep as he looked down at you.

“I missed you.” He suddenly said making you flush under his gaze.

“I missed you too.” You replied sweetly making him grin happily.

************

You walked into your flat, locking the door behind you and putting the latch on before throwing your keys into the bowl near the front door. You kicking off your shoes before shuffling straight towards your bedroom. When you opened the bedroom door and turned on the light,  you instantly caught sight of your boyfriend making you frown a little before you let out a squeal of happiness.

“Shit…I fell asleep.” James grumbled huskily as he sat up rubbing his eyes. He grinned at you sleepily holding his arms out.

“I thought you weren’t back till next week?” You giggled as you launched yourself into his arms.

“The show in Sheffield got cancelled cos of the rain. So we came back early.” He explained as he nuzzled into your neck.

You and James had been dating for about a month, you’d only given him a key because he was always away so you told him if he ever got back early he was welcome to chill at yours. You guys had yet to take it to the next step, you weren’t sure why he was hesitant, but for the past three days since you’d accidentally given a full view of James naked torso over FaceTime, you’d been insatiable.

“I missed you baby.” You whispered in a rather seductive tone as you settles on his lap and leaned down to kiss him softly.

“Mmm missed you too.” He mumbled as he pulled away from the kiss. 

“Nope m’not done yet.” You grumbled as you brought him in for a more heated kiss.

He gasped against you lips but his hands gripped at the back of your work shirt. You moaned against his lips, your tongue sliding along his bottom lip teasingly before pulling away with a grin.

“I need a shower. You are welcome to join me.” You offered with a wink as you climbed off his lap to strip down to your undies.

“I’ll wait until your out. I’m not making love to you for the first time in the shower.” He chuckled as he stripped off his T-shirt and laid back on your bed with a smirk.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes raked over his now naked torso. It was like he was sculpted by the gods. The only thing you could think of in that moment was, I wanna lick him. He reached down and cupped his package, something that would usually make you roll your eyes but instead you found yourself wanting to drop to your knees and beg him to use you. 

“Ugh it should be illegal how fuckin’ hot you are.” You huffed before stomping off to your bathroom with a pout.

When you got into the shower you sighed happily, you realised you’d thankfully shaved the day before as well as washed your hair so it saved time. You quickly put on a shower cap before stepping into the water to start washing. You used your expensive lush Snow fairy shower gel, smiling at the sweet smell. Once done you got out and dried yourself off before using the matching Snow fairy body mist. 

You took the show cap off and wrapped the towel around you before wandering into your bedroom. When you walked in James looked up and immediately sat up straight. He must’ve been expecting you to come out in clothes because his face flushed softly.

“Why pray tell, are ya’ still dressed?” You smirked making him grin.

“Apologies my lady.” He exclaimed as he very dramatically dropped his pants making you openly laugh.

“Idiot.” You laughed as he threw his jeans and socks across the room leaving him in a pair of tight Calvin Kleins. 

“You look like a fuckin’ Calvin Klein advert.” You groaned deciding to wind him up as much as you felt wound up.

The second the towel dropped so did James’ jaw. You smirked as you sauntered over to the bed, your hips swaying as you went. James seemed in a slight daze as he shuffled after you. You laid down, leaning up on your elbows to raise an amused brow at him.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous baby.” He groaned as he crawled onto the bed admiring you body openly.

“Been wanting this for days.” You whispered as he hovered above you, his arms trapping you against the bed. 

“Oh really?” He teased his index finger trailing up your body slowly, until it reached your chin.

“Mhmm Sirius accidentally pointed the phone at you when you went to change a few days ago…haven’t been able to satisfy myself since.” You pouted playfully making him smile.

“Poor baby.” He whispered huskily in your ear before leaning down to kiss just below your ear making you gasp.

“Please James…” You whispered breathless arching again him as his hand slid downwards until he arrived at your hip.

He said nothing, instead he gave you what you wanted. His hand slid down a little further, his fingers brushing through your already wet folds. He groaned audibly as his finger pulled the wetness to your clit and began massaging in slowly tentative circles. You arched against him your moan long and full of desperation. 

“Feel good love?” He asked sweetly as he began pressing kisses over your chest before taking your left nipple into his mouth, suckling on it gently.

“Mhmm…oh f-fuck…just like that baby.” You moaned as he dipped two fingers into you tight wet heat before dragging them back out putting pressure on your clit before diving back in.

“Need to taste you.” James growled as he backed down the bed until his face was level with your dripping pussy.

You suddenly felt a little panic. Evan had only done this once of twice in the years you’d been together and it was never any good for you. As if James sensed your worry he sat up a little and stared at you with worried eyes.

“I-I’ve never…I’ve only done this twice a-and I-I didn’t really enjoy it..” You whispered shyly your ears and cheeks flushing bright pink.

“I’m sorry… I thought I just heard you just say you’d only had this done twice?” He whispered in disbelief making you shrink a little.

“Fuck that come ‘ere baby. Let me change your mind.” James whispered in a slight daze as he bent your legs back exposing you but before you could feel embarrassed his tongue was on you.

You moaned at the feeling as he began leaving sloppy kisses all over your exposed heat. You keened against him try to change the feeling but you loving accidentally caused his tongue to slip a little further than your pussy. You let out an embarrassing squeak covering your face with your hands as James peered up at you with the dirtiest smirk on his face, if you’d of been feeling more coherent you’d of slapped it off.

“Interesting.” He whispered smugly as he kept eye contact and over down to lick your puckered hole making you gasp loudly which was followed by a long drawn out moan as he did it again.

“Gonna file that but of information away for another day.” James chuckled huskily before moving back to your pussy which he quickly began devouring as he slid two fingers inside your sopping wet heat.

“O-Oh shit…” You moaned loudly as he pressed his fingers into your g-spot.

“Could do this all day.” James groaned, his hips grinding into the bed like a horny teenager which shouldn’t of been as attractive as it was.

“M’Close love.” You cried out as his finger sped up but his tongue stayed gentle and precise. The combination had you clenching around his fingers but you needed something but you couldn’t quite figure it out so you took the initiative.

“Stick your tongue out baby.” You moaned and he looked up at you with a hint of surprise before he looked at you lustfully and did what you asked.

You hands slid into his hair as you began grinding against his tongue. He groaned at the sight of you using him for pleasure but you couldn’t focus. You threw your head back in pure ecstasy as you thrust against his tongue.

“Fuck yes. That’s it baby…gonna cum all over your pretty face.” You moaned as your hand gripped his hair even tighter. Finally you felt yourself tumbling over the edge your thrusts erratic and untimed but you clenched around his fingers coming undone on his tongue.

“Ahhh James.” You cried out as your legs shook with the force of your orgasm. When your body turned to jelly you released his hair letting him sit up as he licked his lips happily.

“That was so fucking hot.” James growled as he leaned down to kiss you heatedly.

“Need you…Need to be inside you baby…please.” James whispered breathlessly as he shimmied out of his boxers.

“How could I say no when you look so pretty begging.” You chuckled seductively as you reached down to guide his rather large cock into your pussy.

He pushed in slowly making your head fling back in pleasure. You’d never felt this full, it was like you could feel him everywhere. You let out a long drawn out moan, your heat clenching around him as he bottomed out. He let out a husky groan, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck your so tight.” He growled against your neck making you chuckle.

“That because the only person I slept with was barely 5 inches.” You snorted and James let out a surprised laugh.

“That is the only time talking about an ex is acceptable in our love nest.” He laughed as he leaned up to kiss you passionately making you instantly forget what you’d even been talking about.

When he began thrusting inside you wet heat you let out an embarrassingly high-pitched moan that had you flushing as you attempted to bite your lip to contain anymore.

“Ah ah. Don’t you dare cover your moans. Wanna hear you.” James growled as he gently freed your lower lip from your teeth.

“James.” You moaned as he sped up his pace.

You flung your arms around him, your nails digging into his back as you lost yourself in the feeling of him inside you. You pulled him into a messy heated kiss, your hands sliding into his hair to grip it tightly.

“Fuck…harder p-please.”  You so yes as you pushed your hips up to meet his thrusts.

“We’re supposed to be making love baby.” He teased as he refused to speed up.

“James if you don’t fuck me like a whore I’m gonna get myself off while you get to sit there with blue balls.” You growled threateningly making his eyes widen.

“You my love have got a dirty little mouth on you.— he gave a deep thrust to punctuate his words.— Such— thrust—An—thrust—impatient—thrust—little—thrust—slut.” He growled before he began pounding into you.

“Fuck yes! M’ yer’ little slut though.” You moaned loudly making him groan, his cock twitching inside you as he began thrusting at an animalistic pace.

“S-Shit so tight and wet for me.” He moaned huskily against your neck, his hand squeezing your arse cheeks roughly.

You clung to his muscular body unable to do more than lay there and let him fuck into you like his own personal fuck toy. You could feel yourself building up again so you reached down to circle your clit but James slapped your hand away before leaning up to spit on your pussy, the whole scene was something you’d thought would disgust you but it only had you moaning as he brought his fingers to your clit. 

He began circling the swollen bud as he contained fucking into you roughly. You felt yourself teeter towards the edge until he began drilling straight into your g-spot knocking your orgasm out of you like a punch. You came around his cock which triggered his own orgasm, growling through gritted teeth as he came inside you. 

“F-Fuck Y/N!” He groaned deeply as his came, his thrust begin to slow down until they came to a stop. Your legs were shaking and you felt limp everywhere but you’d never felt so satisfied.

“Wow.” Was all you managed to say as James moved your left leg to lay over your right one before laying down behind you making sure he didn’t slip out.

You flushed a little at the intimacy of the whole thing but as he left soft kisses on your spine and shoulders, you closed you eyes and basked in the feeling. Usually you’d jump straight up, pee and get dressed but this felt right. 

“I—

The sound of James phone ringing broke the moment and he rolled his eyes before sliding out of your pussy causing you to let out a breathless gasp. He smirked down at you as he grabbed his phone and answered the call.

“What do you mean your outside ay/N flat?” James sighed as you passed him his boxers. He slid them on after hanging up on his best friend and walking towards the front door of your flat. 

“Sorry to interrupt you screw sesh but this is important!” Sirius exclaimed as he pulled out the bands shared tablet and slapped it into James hand.

“Your ex girlfriend posted a new single?” James questioned with a frown as you finally came into the room dress in James t-shirt.  

The second the song finished you burst out laughing. You knew you shouldn’t of but the fact was, it WAS fucking hilarious in your eyes. 

“You finally pissed off the wrong girl.” You snorted through your laughter.

“What the fuck do I do now! Everyone knows this is about me!” Sirius growled as he began pacing.

“It’s a good song?” James tried as he tried to hold back his own laughter.

“Are you serious?” Sirius screamed making you fall into another round of laughter.

“Karma. Am I right?” You smirked before plugging the tablet into you speaker with the aux cable before blasting out the song.

“I don’t speak boy shit!” You cheered as you did a little dance making James burst out laughing. 

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Made for Each Other | eddie munson

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation

word count | 1,804

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of him and then the reader fucks him 👉👈

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room. 

That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.

“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.

“Ain’t he a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.

“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.

“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.

“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”

“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.

“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.

“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand. 

“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.

“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.

You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.

As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.

It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your dick off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.

You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.

Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy. 

And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.

And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you hard.

The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…

“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.

“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.

“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“

“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips. 

“I-I wasn’t-“

“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.

“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.

“I was i-imagining you- ah- fucking me into the- hng- mattress.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.

“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and boxers off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your cock sprung out, standing at attention and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his hole, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it into his asshole, expertly spreading him out in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again. 

Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your cock head at his tight asshole, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally push yourself inside, groaning as he enveloped you. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being filled.

“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the guy you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.

“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you grip his legs.

“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.

“Why?” He asks breathlessly.

“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to plow into him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you fucked into his prostate like never before. He wraps his arms around your back and begins moaning frantically

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and scratches down your back, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock. The sounds he’s making and the tightness of his ass proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a low groan, emptying your load straight into his suffocating hole.

You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things ff #stranger things fic #st #st fanfiction #st fanfic #st ff #st fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x masc reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x male reader smut #eddie munson x masc reader smut #eddie munson imagine #male reader #masc reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson ff #eddie munson fic #canislupus.txt #made for each other

[reysdriver]

Could I ask for a Steve Harrington x Reader, a story based off best friend by Rex Orange County. Friends to lovers, Steve's pov, toothrotting fluff? I've had this stuck on my mind for a while, but I'm not that great of a writer. I really enjoy your work too.

You hang out with your best friend Steve after a bad date — best friend!steve x fem!reader fluff

warnings: nothing :)

words: 0.7k

a/n: I'm not sure if this is what you want but I tried my best to include little references to the song so I hope you like it!

All night, Steve has been watching the phone in his kitchen. He made sure to sit on the recliner instead of the couch, just in case you called and he needed to answer quickly. 

Steve would never admit it to you, but he secretly hoped your date went badly so that you could come over, complain, and spend more time with him. Of course he didn’t want the guy to be really bad, but the sweet spot was just bad enough that you never went on another date with the loser and hopefully you chose to spend that time with your best friend instead. 

So when he heard the phone ring in the other room, Steve ran over to answer it as quickly as possible. 

“Casa Harrington.” He answered the phone, then held his breath wishing it was you on the other line. 

“Hey, Stevie.” You answered much to his relief. “We just finished with dinner, so he offered to drive me home and I was wondering if you’d want to come by in like ten minutes or so?”

“He seems like a gentleman; are you sure you don’t want to keep the date going with him?”

You laughed at your best friend on the other line from the payphone you were calling from. “No, Steve. He’s nice and all, I just don’t think we really click. He’s also waiting for me by his car so I think you should answer me because I don’t want to keep him waiting or else he might drive off without me.”

“I would come pick you up if he left you stranded. I’d drive anywhere you needed.”

“Okay, but I don’t need you to drive anywhere, I need you to answer my original question.”

“Nah.”

Your smile dropped at his response. “No?”

“I’ll pick you up from your house and we can go over to mine. Your place is severely lacking in the snack department.”

That was relieving. You were scared you would have to spend the evening after a boring date all alone. 

“Alright, it’s a plan. Bye, Steve.”

“Bye. Tell him to drive safe and get my girl home in one piece!”

The line went dead before you could hear the whole thing, but what you did hear brought a smile back to your face anyway.

The car ride home was awkward and silent, save for the fuzzy radio station your date had on the entire time. The wave you gave him while getting out of his car was maybe even more awkward. Luckily, your knight in shining armour was standing outside of his car parked on the street in front of your yard. 

You practically skipped over to Steve and he opened the passenger side door for you. 

“So he wasn’t all you dreamed he would be?” He asked you. 

With a shake of your head, you got in the car and responded to his rhetorical question. “Nope. I guess I just keep forgetting how boring most guys are. Not you though, of course not.”

“Well, obviously I couldn’t be boring. I have a pool at my house and my parents are never home. We can stay out all night and swim, maybe drink a few beers while you tell me all about how happy you are that I’m here to hang out with you after a bad date.”

“That sounds lovely, Harrington.” You giggled, playing with the dials on his car radio—something he only let you do. “See, this is why every date I’ve been on lately has been so boring and underwhelming.”

“And why’s that?” Steve asked, half-cocky and half-confused. 

“Because my favourite boy has brought my standards all the way up. I’ll never be able to find someone as good as you.”

Steve bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying what he really wanted to say. That you should just date, and put an end to his unrequited crush—the one that you felt as well, he just didn’t know that—because he’d treat you right and you both know it. 

Instead, he chose for the more subtle choice, and made a promise to really ask you out another time. 

“I know you’ll find someone as good as me if you look hard enough.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #best friend!steve harrington #steve harrington oneshot #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #xena's requests

[foxy-llama-mama]

for anyone wondering, i saw the les mis us tour last night in DC and it. was. CRAZY. i’ve seen the tour a few times in my life and i noticed some new things so here we go:

~~ spoilers ~~

- petit gervais was actually shown in the prologue when JVJ gets out of jail, he has some line like “but monsieur!” before being shooed away

- batambois actually hits fantine with his cane, knocks her down, and kicks her multiple times before she reaches up and scratches his face (i feel like i usually see him grab her arm or something instead of actually hitting her?)

- the other lovely ladies whores are all freaking out and trying to protect fantine from batambois and the pimp men people are actively holding them back and letting him hit her

- JVJ and javert have the gayest little moment of holding a handshake before “forgive me sir i would not dare” for a solid 30 seconds

- fantine shoots up and hugs JVJ in the line before she dies and stays there until he lays her dead body back down

- mme. thenardier was just so wonderful. i loved her

- gavroche has this entire moment with javert after the robbery, yelling “yeah! clear the streets! that means you too!” (said to a cop), and when the only two people left on stage are him and javert, he completely squares up to him and then salutes and it’s a really sweet moment. it also makes little people so much more impactful because they actually recognize each other then

- enjolras has a visceral reaction to eponine and marius speaking and he hasn’t even met cosette yet. enj turns to speak to marius and sees him talking to ep and throws his hands up in the air like, SO frustrated because MARIUS THE REVOLUTION IS COMING.

- red and black is BEAUTIFUL. the entire ensemble respects enjolras so much and it’s very obvious. “marius, you’re late” is not sung and so deadpan and so enjolras.

- R gives gav his bottle after javert’s arrival and it’s really funny

- grantaire does not take his eyes off of enjolras until drink with me. at all.

-when eponine dies, gavroche turns suddenly and sees her dying and grantaire SHOOTS up and grabs him and sits in the corner with him. it’s beautiful

- R does not touch a gun at all for the entire show. whenever anyone starts shooting, he hides behind the barricade or he grabs javert in custody but he never fights at all

- when gav dies, R throws a goddamn fit and does not leave his body until enjolras is about to be shot.

- when enj dies, he climbs up the barricade and is backlit and R is sitting at the bottom of the barricade reaching upwards, and when enj is shot, he falls backwards off of the barricade and out of sight. when this happens, R climbs the barricade with no gun, just enough so his head is exposed, and gets shot and slides down the barricade. it’s very “no one loves the light like a blind man”

- when javert is picking through the bodies looking for JVJ, another officer is wheeling a cart for dead bodies, and it ONLY has enjolras in it, hanging upside down just like aaronjolras in the window. javert heaves gav’s body on top of his and wheels them both off. (i heard multiple audible gasps during this, assumedly from the other enjolras girlies like myself)

- enj and R are beside each other for empty chairs until they cross and they’re directly facing each other instead

-during the wedding song, the line “this one’s a queer, but what can you do” is changed to “this one’s a queer, i might try it too” before thenardier waltzes with a male ensemble member for like 4 bars before finishing the song

- there is a lot of rich people laughing as a bit and thenardier cues to the conductor and counts them off like 3 separate times

- the finale is beautiful as always, JVJ and the dead bishop hug before everyone just lines up in formation (R and enj are both holding one of gav’s hands on either side)

- in conclusion: i cried

If anyone else has seen the tour and would like to add little things they noticed, please do in the tags!!

#les miserables #les mis us tour #exR #enjolras #les mis #grantaire #i loved it so much #kyle adams obviously read the book #he did character research like george blagden did

[inourtownofhawkins]

all because I liked a boy.

Summary: After Nancy and Steve breakup, you help Steve through his emotions. Although, the rumour mill around school seems to do nothing but make the situation worse.

Authors Note: This story was inspired by the Sabrina Carpenter song "All Because I Liked a Boy". I have an obsession with Gamer!Steve and this obsession won't go away, originally it was just gonna be Gamer!Reader but @corroded-hellfire wrote that Gamer!Steve fic for me, I couldn't not make Steve a gamer too. Plus, the idea of having a gamer squad made up of Eddie, Robin, Steve and Reader is all I need.

CW: Slutshaming, drinking, swearing, reader plays Call of Duty, Steve is an ABBA stan, fluff.

Word count: 3.2k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

A typical Friday night for you would be spent doing your homework for the week and playing video games, or the better way to phrase it would be answering one maths question when you felt like it in between endless rounds on Call of Duty Zombies and slices of pizza.

Over the sounds of the game and the music blaring in your room, you barely heard the ding of your phone. You lean back in your chair to see who’d texted you, but the screen went dark once you were in the right position to do so, shrugging, you returned to gaming and pizza.

You ignored several more pings, focusing more on the game until your phone began ringing loudly. The obnoxious shriek of “holy fuckin shit that’s my best friend” emitted from your phone causing you to roll your eyes as you knew who was calling.

Leaning back again, you grabbed the phone and answered it, expertly still able to kill zombies simultaneously. “Roadkill Cafe, you kill it, we grill it. This is Y/N, how can I help you?”

“There’s a party at Amy’s tonight, do you wanna go with me?”

You took a small bite of your pizza before answering. “I’ve got homework.”

“You’re literally on round 34 on Zetsubou No Shima and have just pack-a-punched your ray gun.”

You went quiet for a moment, sitting up in your chair and pausing the game. “How did you know that?”

“I can literally see you through your window; so, stop camping in the corner and go to this party with me.”

You turned to your window, Steve waving at you when you noticed him. You gave him a forced smile, throwing up your middle finger and hanging up on him. Pulling down your blinds, you stared between your wardrobe and the TV – as much as you’d far prefer to stay home and finish your pizza and play more rounds of Call of Duty, you know Steve would never let you hear the end of it.

Sighing, you kicked your gaming chair out the way and made your way to the wardrobe to pull the doors open. After pondering about what to wear for a few minutes, you grabbed a grey crop top and some black denim shorts.

After dressing, you frantically brushed the untidy mess that was your hair and placed it into space buns before starting on your makeup. You decided on a more neutral look, knowing it would all be gone in a few hours.

Satisfied with your outfit, you grabbed your purse and converse and made your way downstairs. You sat on the stairs to put your shoes on and tie your laces, calling out to your mom that you were going out with Steve and would either be home late or would stay over at his.

Your mom made a slight grunt in response, turning up the TV as she watched some mindless gameshow. Ever since your dad left, she was either there and waiting for him to come back or burring herself in work. You couldn’t find it in your heart to tell her that dad wasn’t going to come back, not this time.

Shaking your head to ignore that thought, you stood up and left your house, finding Steve parked right in front of your front door, with him leaning against the car. You smiled at him as you walked down the path towards him. “Harrington, this party better change my entire existence or I’m blocking you.”

Steve laughed as he opened the passenger side door before walking around the back of the car to get in on his side. “You’d miss me too much after just half an hour, don’t you lie to me.”

You shook your head as you climbed in, barely able to strap yourself in before Steve drove off. Driving to the party in his car was how usually car rides are with you and Steve; chaotic. The pair of you had ABBA blaring through the car speakers, with both of you screaming the lyrics like a pair of coyotes.

Arriving at the party, Steve parked a couple of houses down – mostly because there was no space in Amy’s driveway but also to potentially make sure nobody would drunkenly damage the car. Unfortunately for Steve, that had happened one too many times and since you didn’t have a car, the pair of you couldn’t alternate whose car you took to parties. He’d nagged you for months to get a car but that was before your dad left and the nagging stopped after that.

The pair of you gave a quick smile to each other before heading inside, almost instantly losing each other in the crowd. Steve had gone to see his own friends while you had politely pushed through the crowd to find a drink, making a mental note to get one for Steve as well.

You poured yourself a shot of vodka into a cup before filling the rest of it with a coke, you didn’t want to get too drunk, but you knew that pacing yourself with the alcohol was the best way forward. Parties weren’t entirely your kind of scene, although you enjoyed them occasionally.

Steve was always the life of every party he attended, everyone would gravitate towards him while all you could do was move out of the way and tell him good luck with the horde.

You poured a vodka and coke for Steve too before vacating the table, trying to find him. By the time you did find him in the living room, he’d already had a couple of beers in him – how, you had no idea. Laughing at his happy and buzzed self, you handed him the vodka and coke and watched him down it in several seconds.

Taking a sip of your drink, you leaned over to him. “Steve, you gotta take it easy, I’m not driving your drunk ass home.”

Steve shrugged you off. “I’m not even that drunk, baby!”

You raised an eyebrow at him, laughing. “You only call me that when you’re drunk, I’ll be outside if you need me.” You patted his arm before walking outside to the patio, drink still in hand.

Arriving outside, you gave a nod towards the host before finding a quieter spot. Before everything that had happened, you would always be the one drinking everyone under the table and getting blackout drunk but now you always felt out of place at parties.

You couldn’t tell if that was because of your dad or since Nancy and Steve broke up; the three of you would always go to parties together. When they did break up, it hit Steve pretty hard and you could tell it was still hurting him. He didn’t have many people to go to, either. They’d decided to keep their breakup very private, only telling a select few people because in their eyes, it was nobody else’s business but theirs.

The only downside to not telling everyone they were broken up is that people would ask both of them how the relationship was going and why they weren’t sitting together at lunch. You could tell anytime someone asked Steve, a small piece of him died inside and you’d always step in with some nonsense excuse and have to console him before classes started up.

By the time Steve joined you, he very much was closer to being wasted than sober, happily stumbling through the backyard with a bottle of vodka in his hand that somehow never broke, no matter how many times he almost fell. He joined you on the trampoline you were sat on and joined you in staring up at the stars, nudging your shoulder to offer you the bottle.

You happily accepted, taking a long swig of the bitter drink before handing it back. The pair of you didn’t say anything as you sat and drank in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence.

“Am I bullshit?” Steve asked after a long silence, you looked over at him. He didn’t look back, just kept staring up at the stars and just from only seeing the side of his face, you could tell he was almost in tears.

“What do you mean?” You took the bottle from him, assuming he’d just had too much to drink and had a case of not having a filter and would say anything that came to his head. Although there was that sinking feeling in your stomach that told you he meant the question wholeheartedly, alcohol or not.

“It’s what Nancy said before she,” his words caught in his throat, and you could really tell he was really struggling not to cry. “Before she broke up with me. And I guess it’s just been replaying in my head ever since, so much that I believe it.”

Your heart broke in that moment to see your best friend, the one person who’s had your back since the day you were born be reduced to a broken shell of their former self over a girl who broke up with him two weeks beforehand. You shook your head, placing the lid back onto the bottle and hugged him tightly. “You’re not bullshit, Steve. You could never be bullshit to me, okay? And I’ll keep telling you that every damn day until that voice in your head stops talking.”

You felt him nod against your shoulder before breaking the hug, sniffing a little. He stared at your face for a few moments, his hazel eyes locked with yours before he leaned into you and his lips connected with yours. You froze for a moment before finally kissing him back.

As much as you kept it hidden; you did have a crush on Steve but surely everyone did, right? You weren’t going to do anything about the crush anyway since he was your best friend and you knew how messy breakups between friends can be.

But yet, here you were, kissing your best friend and you were loving every second of it. You moved your hand to wrap around the back of his neck, while his hand moved to cup your cheek. There was nothing lustful or desperate about the kiss, it seemed to be as innocent as the first snowfall of the year.

All too soon the kiss is over when Steve loses his balance and almost falls off the trampoline, causing you to grab him and snap out of your trance. Both of you burst into laughter, instantly going back into bed friend mode.

“Alright, Monkey-Brain, I think you need to go home and take a nice long sleep,” you gently patted his arm. Steve tried to protest but you shushed him and both of you staggered back inside. As dangerous as you knew it was to drink and drive, you knew you couldn’t just leave Steve to sleep in the car, you more or less had no choice.

“Getting a DUI better be worth it for your ass,” you muttered as you shoved him into the back of his car, grabbing his keys from his jacket pocket and beginning the drive back to his house. While you weren’t drunk, you certainly weren’t sober enough to be able to drive safely.

Thankfully, you were able to get both you and Steve home safely without much trouble. You left Steve in his own bed, barely able to take anymore of his clothes off after his jeans, shoes and jacket before the sexual jokes came in. “If you wanted me naked that badly, you should’ve just asked.”

You raised an eyebrow up at him, starting to walk towards his door to leave. “Steve, I’m being nice. Now I’m going home, I’ll talk to you in the morning or whenever you wake up.”

Once he noticed you were being serious, he sat up and instantly looked like he was going to cry. “Please don’t go, I’m sorry.”

You sighed, coming back to his bed to hold his hand. “I’m only a phone call away if you need me in the night, okay? I’m sorry for snapping. I love you, now get some sleep.”

He nodded, squeezing your hand twice before mumbling out an “I love you too” and passing out. You smiled at him before making your way home and collapsing into your own bed.

By the time you woke up at sometime that afternoon, your phone was blowing up with texts and notifications on every social media you had. Downing most of your bottled water and a headache pill, you finally opened your phone to see what had happened only to be greeted with photos of you and Steve from last night – mostly kissing on the trampoline. There was no denying it was you and him, your clothes and his hair gave it away instantly.

You felt your heard drop as you read through what people were saying – almost every single message was abusive. Calling you a whore, a slut, a homewrecker and sometimes worse than that. After reading a few of them, you threw your phone down and sobbed into your pillow.

As much as you didn’t blame Steve nor Nancy for what happened, you wished they’d just been open about their breakup. At least then she wouldn’t get blamed for it or Steve would be seen as a cheater.

You called Steve through your tears, hoping he would be awake. He picked up after the third ring. “I guess you’ve seen the pictures,” was all he could manage to say.

“Yeah,” your voice wobbled as you tried to make it sound like you weren’t crying. “I know it’s stupid to cry over but this shit isn’t okay.”

“It is. I’m so sorry you have to deal with this, I’m trying to get them to back off but nobody’s listening to me.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “If you hadn’t kissed me, this shit wouldn’t have happened.”

Steve went quiet for a moment. “I know and I’m sorry. I’ve just wanted to kiss you for so long and I didn’t know it would bite us in the ass.”

You hesitated. “How long have you wanted to kiss me?”

“I mean, I’ve liked you for years but you were my best friend and I respect you too much to ruin our friendship,” he admitted. “But no matter what, I’ll stick by you through this. And probably by tomorrow, they would’ve moved onto something else.”

Only by Monday, the harassment now was everywhere you went. Your locker was completely destroyed with some kind of black ink covering everything inside, completely ruining your books and belongings, you were getting shouted at in the halls and at lunch you had milk poured over your head.

Tuesday was the same.

And so was Wednesday.

By Thursday, you took the day off school, unable to face the harassment in person but it wouldn’t stop it online. After school was over, you and Steve got into a party on PlayStation. “How’re you doing?”

“I just wanna cry and play video games,” you almost sobbed out, your tears coming back after not being around for a while.

Steve chuckled almost bitterly, scrolling through his gaming library for a game. “I can fire up Zombies if you want, unless you’re in the mood for Dead By Daylight or your favourite; Dead Island.”

“If you make me play Dead Island one more time, I’m coming over there and personally pissing on your PlayStation.”

Steve was almost howling with laughter, causing you to laugh too, even through your tears. Once he stopped laughing, he spoke up. “I know, I’ll get Robin and Eddie in to play Zombies to take your mind off things.”

“Sure,” you said quietly, wiping away your tears and relaxing back into your gaming chair.

After a couple of hours, you, Eddie, Robin, and Steve were thoroughly enjoying your game of Zombies, all four of you laughing and throwing around joking insults the entire time. Until your phone pinged. Once. Twice. Three times. And it didn’t stop for a few seconds, everyone noticing you going quiet.

Your bottom lip trembled as tears swelled up in your eyes before you turned off your phone and took a few seconds to compose yourself. “Eddie, I need you to cover me while I pack-a-punch.”

“Sure thing, I’m close to being able to as well,” he replied, switching back into gamer mode along with you.

The four of you gamed for a few more hours until the late hours and it was just you and Steve left. “You okay?” He asked, leaning in his chair to look through your window.

You shrugged, keeping your back to him. “Eh, I’m alright. Gaming with you and the guys helped a lot.”

“You gonna go back to school tomorrow?” he sounded almost hopeful in his voice, even if he already knew the answer.

“Not tomorrow, no. I’m coming back on Friday though,” you almost grimaced through the phone, regretting telling anyone your plans because you knew there was no going back on your word now.

He almost felt his heart sink a little. All he wanted to do was protect you but he knew the only real way he could was to reveal that he and Nancy had been broken up for closer to a month and the kiss between him and you had nothing to do with it.

But most of all, honestly, he wanted to start dating you and if anyone had a problem with it, they could keep it to themselves.

Both you and Steve stayed home from school the next day, playing games all day and doing your best to make each other laugh as much as possible. You’d confided in him how nervous you were to go back to school the next day and Steve only reminded you that he’d protect you as best as he could.

The pair of you fell asleep still on a phone call together, both of your phones running out of battery before you’d woken up. Which was part of Steve’s plan; he didn’t want you to wake up and read any of the hateful messages so not having any phone battery for the whole day ensured that.

Although you got up late that morning, Steve was still able to take you in, his hand holding onto yours the whole way there. He stopped right outside the school and turned to you. “I’m just gonna go to park and I’ll see you inside, okay?”

You hesitantly nodded before getting out, watching Steve drive off for a few seconds before you took a deep breath and opening the doors and stepping inside. You walked through the busy halls, desperately trying not to be noticed. Everyone’s voices almost becoming deafening to you as you tried to not have a panic attack; you saw a few people stare at you and that only seemed to make things worse.

You almost jumped out of your skin as you felt someone’s hand hold yours, turning towards them, you felt your heart swell when you saw Steve. “Hi,” you barely choked out, tears welling up in your eyes and threatening to fall down your cheeks.

“Hi,” he smiled back, leading you through the halls, never once letting go of your hand.

#spilled ink #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #friends to lovers #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #i swear my other stories/requests are coming

[foxes-that-run]

https://genius.com/Michael-buble-someday-lyrics

Do you think this is about TS? I feel it might be because of this part:

I remember that love song I sang every word wrong But you didn't mind, no no

Hi Anon, thanks for asking!

The TLDNR is yes, this song references Taylor, with that line about his temper trap tattoo.

Maybe Someday

When was it written

It is one of a few songs he wrote in mid-2014, including I Love You and Just a Little Piece of Your Heart. He had been hanging out with his friend and now manager Jeff Azoff and he was either stretching a creative muscle and/or considering a solo career. He later told Rolling Stone he first suggested a break from 1D late in 2014, about 4 months after writing this.

Harry wrote it with Johan Carlsson (if I could fly) and Meghan Trainor. Meghan said they worked together after "all the base" (June). Harry was in LA on 21-24 July 2014 - when this was likely written. The press mentioned it August 2014. Harry was on tour, he and Taylor seemed more on/ than off Feb 2014 - Feb 2015 (Timeline)

In 2015, when asked if it was for 1D Meghan said it was "a duet between a boy and a girl, so we're not sure yet." She's also said:

"He heard the song and was apparently a fan and a mutual friend told me he wanted to write with me [...] So I walked in with a prepared verse and chorus. But he gave me very poetic, mature lyrics. I was like, 'Well, damn, Harry, you know what love is.'" not like the Harry Styles who everyone is in love with. We finished the song in an hour or two and I love it. I was nervous 'cause I thought he'd be like a Justin Bieber, like 'he's so famous' and love himself, but he was just so normal... I immediately wasn't nervous any more." When asked about dating Harry she responded ‘Everyone I meet is taken. They’re all dating people.

It was released more than 2 years later in October 2016 by Michael Buble with Meghan singing. (How I would love to hear the demo with 2014 Harry's vocals and a Ukulele.)

Lyrics

I love seeing you happy I miss seeing that smile It's been such a long time And although I don't have you I know now that I need to Somehow make you mine And I won't lie, it's hard seeing you with him 'Cause I know he can't hold you like I can

Trouble "When I see that smile therе’s trouble"

It's unclear if either was dating someone else in this period. I see this as related to Is it Over Now? "At least I had the decency / To keep my nights out of sight" where they were dating others. To me, these are an indication that they agreed to be together in the future due to the difficulty of dating with their careers. In October, Harry reportedly wrote another song called 'not our fault' that sometimes external things cause a relationship to not work. Harry has mentioned not wanting others to hold her in:

Woman "I hope you can see the shape that I’m in While he’s touching your skin He’s right where I should, where I should be"

Happily "You know I wanna be the one to hold you when you sleep."

Perfect "Or the arms that hold you any time you want them"

TBSL "Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind?"

Him "'Cause I don't wanna hear about him / How he is holding you better at night"

[Chorus} Someday maybe when we're old and gray We could be in love once more Till then I won't give my love away Darling, I'm forever only yours

Meghan Trainor said she had written a chorus before she met Harry and he loved it. Harry has also sung about waiting for love a lot:

Satellite "Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in"

Without You "Waiting everyday I don’t wanna wait for you"

Already home "I’ve been waiting, every day since"

Talk "Don't you, don't you wait"

Golden "So you wait for me in the sky"

Oh, I remember that love song I sang every word wrong But you didn't mind, no no And I'll admit that I miss you But only if you do 'Cause you know that I'm shy And I can't lie, it's hard seeing you with her 'Cause I know she can't love you like I can

Mis-remembered lyrics are a reference to Harry's Temper Trap Tattoo, Taylors arm lyrics and the birthday gift of the hand written lyrics. Harry has also referenced this in Canyon Moon: "She plays songs I've never heard / an old lover's hippie music/ Pretends not to know the words"

Lots of missing, and in FTDT also never being the first to break:

FTDT "Why won't you ever be the first one to break? / Even my phone misses your call, by the way"

Late Night Talking "It's only been a couple of days / And I miss you"

Falling "You said you cared / And you missed me, too"

If I could fly "I'm missing half of me when we're apart"

Without you "Now you’re with him i must admit I’m missing / The part of your skin"

Ophelia "I miss you so, miss you so"

And my lovin' works for you then (it works for you) We've got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm forever only yours (in love once more, once more, once more) No need to complicate it That smile is worth the wait, yeah I'm forever only yours (hey, yeah) Someday maybe, Someday maybe Someday maybe I'll be yours (woah, baby)x2

Similar to not complicating it:

I just wanna love you "I just wanna love you, that's all I gotta say"

Olivia "I love you, it's all I do / I love you"

Similar to forever only yours:

Ophelia "The definition of devotion, baby"

Fine Line "You've got my devotion"

Happily "I just want it to be you and I forever."

End of the Day "She said the night was over, I said it's forever"

#haylor #harry styles #harry styles unreleased

[basilone]

I was tagged by @onehelluvamarine, ty! 💚

A band you don’t like that many others do:

Coldplay. I am absolutely mesmerized by how popular they are, because every single song of theirs I’ve ever heard gets on my last nerve.

A childhood memory that you remember vividly:

I used to do ballet and got to perform in a huge theatre once. I remember hanging out backstage, watching the older dancers, getting to see what the lighting crew was doing… It was a brilliant time, though the hassle to get hair and make-up done had a lot of people yelling and losing the plot. (I learned how to do stage make-up myself when I was a lil older, partially because that’s how you roll in drama classes but also because of that experience hahaha!)

Least favorite animal and why:

Listen. Listen to me. We do not need lightbulb fish. We do not need them. We do not require their presence in our waters.

Hot fandom take:

Do you know how many hot takes can fit in me? It’s a lot. I’m going to go with two hot takes because it’s my party and y’all have never ever seen me post one to this blog before.

Numero uno: readerfic is not OC fic, OC fic is not readerfic. If you name your character, it’s an OC. Even if you write them in first or second person POV. If you write Y/N, it’s readerfic no matter how much backstory you try to chuck at it. Learn to tag it properly. A fic cannot have both the canon character/OC and canon character/reader tags. Please do my last remaining pieces of sanity a favor and don’t make me read Y/N with my own two eyeballs just because you mistagged your fic.

Numero two: smut belongs under the cut. I don’t make the rules. If you start your fic with smut of any kind, put it under a readmore. Especially do this if that smut contains highly specific kinks. Aside from the fact that there are minors on this website who’ve got no business being subjected to that, people should be given the choice whether they want to see that level of smut on their daily newspaper dashboard scrollthrough first thing in the morning.

Do you wear any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece:

I do, though not all the time. One of my fave pieces is a small ring with an eight-pointed star that I wear on my pinky finger.

A movie others liked but you didn’t:

Titanic. I know it’s got many many many fans, but I was cheering that iceberg on.

Three things you love about yourself:

My creativity, my ability to switch gears and learn on the fly, and my hair that does whatever I want it to do.

A place you hope to visit in the future and why:

Dude, have you seen the state of the world lately? I think I’m just gonna hope to visit my bed later on today, much safer.

An actor that gets on your nerves and why:

I have Tom Cruise blacklisted on this hellsite for good reason. The good reason being that I think he’s batshit and that people should stop entertaining his presence in anything. I’m not drinking that cult juice, thanks.

Things you’re excited for in the nearby future?

My birthday’s coming up on Feb 9!

Least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in:

At the risk of getting utterly disowned by a good number of folks that follow me: Webgott. I have gone for an outing or two in this ship, if memory serves me correctly, and I think I understand why people like it. I love banter in a ship as much as the next person, and the push-pull of opposites can be fun. But I also think Lieb deserves a lot more than someone who’s fundamentally at odds with his life and his POV. I think that the discussion they have in that final ep is indicative of something so major that it is a dealbreaker in that ship. (Plus, Web is just… not my fave character. Putting this mildly.)

What’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in?

Vikings. Hands down, no contest. Absolute toxic cesspool of lies, backstabbing, and badmouthing. There are a few very good reasons why I’m no longer on speaking terms with people I used to call friends (at least one of whom was also in our lovely little war fandom back in the day) and why I’ve all but given up on doing any new gifsets or writing in that fandom for the foreseeable future.

List three things you find beautiful about life:

I’m gonna all caps this like a particularly obnoxious internet citizen because !! important !!

HAVE YOU SEEN OUR UNIVERSE DO YOU HAVE TIME TO TALK ABOUT THE STARS

MUSIC

THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU’RE LAUGHING WITH PEOPLE YOU LOVE AND YOU REALIZE THERE’S NOWHERE IN THE WORLD YOU’D RATHER BE THAN IN THAT EXACT MOMENT

Any dreams for the future?

I just want to live a life that’s good. I don’t really do future plans or dreams, it’s all vibes. I will know the move I need to make in the moment it needs making. Everything else is confetti.

How are you really feeling today?

Tired! (She says while about to embark on a screencap-to-gif journey. You might note the tiredness by the fact that I have completely lost my filter somewhere down the line of answering these questions, lol.)

Tags:

lmao I feel like half this fandom got tagged already and I’m very shit at remembering usernames and who likes tagging games sooooo. uhm. ain’t tagging anybody today.

#tagging game

[lady-assnali]

SOME sentences Sunday…SEVERAL sentences Sunday…you get the idea.

Have this baby model Crygi that wrote itself yesterday for my dear @thecollectionsof bc I’ve been really holding out on the Crygi lately and I can only say soon or one day so many times before I feel guilty for abandoning my children

———

Crystal shifts her weight between her feet as she stands in line, an exuberant smile on her face. She clutches a magazine close to her chest, occasionally glancing down at it. But she can’t look long, or she’ll lose it right here in the line at this local bookshop between the woman with five beach reads and the young mother and her child balancing stacks of Pete the Cat books in their hands. Instead, she concentrates her energy on living in the moment; the shop smells like robust coffee beans and the undeniable fragrance of books. The playlist is folksy and she recognizes the Noah Kahan song playing because Gigi had been singing it all summer after they’d taken a coastal weekend away just a month before. The trip had been a surprise, and they’d spent an entire day driving up and down the gorgeous, ritzy coastline of Massachusetts listening to lyrics about how everything’s alright when she calls me back. It couldn’t be more true.

Right now, Gigi’s in a timezone five hours ahead of her filming content for a brand Crystal has never heard of but Gigi absolutely idolizes. She’s been working like crazy, but the constant flow of it all has really helped her boost her name. She offhandedly mentions more than once that Crystal can even quit her just in case job now that Gigi has a steady following, but she hasn’t been able to do that yet. She doesn’t want Gigi to think she’s using her for her newfound money (even though they still bulk shop at Costco and get the cheap takeaway they like on Friday nights Gigi is home).

She gets to the front of the line and reluctantly lets go of the magazine, only long enough to let the cashier scan it.

“I don’t need a bag.” She waves her reusable tote in the air, but the magazine just goes right back into her hands. She holds the cover up for the cashier to see and in a loud, giddy voice she announces “This is my girlfriend.”

Gigi’s the front cover of Vogue, an idea she’d held on to since the start of her accidental modeling career and hadn’t stopped thinking about since. She’d told Crystal the moment she’d found out, sobbing on the phone in the middle of LAX. Crystal had met her at JFK with a bouquet of flowers and a sign that read Vogue cover model Gigi Goode.

Now, she gets to hold the magazine in her hand. Everything her girlfriend has worked so hard for in one binding of glossy papers. Well, two-Crystal’s bought one to keep and the other to cut apart so she can carefully frame the actual cover.

She’s absolutely mooning over the photo; Gigi, clad in a beautiful champagne colored dress that she’d made herself from something she’d gotten off the rack. She’d shortened it, added boning, and restructured the entire thing to turn it from Little House on the Prairie to Real Housewives (or something like that; Crystal’s still workshopping the joke). In the cover photograph the old dress hangs in the background like a ghost. The headline? Farewell, Fast Fashion.

“She made this dress.” Crystal points to the photo, turns around so the woman with the romance novels can see the cover too. “She’s so talented, and just the most beautiful soul you’ll ever meet. And this is just…it’s a lifetime of hard work.”

Crystal’s so close to crying now that she has to peel one hand away from her magazines to wipe at the corner of her eye, but she’s not embarrassed. She can’t feel anything but proud.

On her way out (after stopping to show a few other patrons of the book shop, pointing them to where they keep their magazines) she calls Gigi, who picks up on the first ring.

“My brilliant, talented, beautiful girlfriend, I have a copy of Vogue in my hands as we speak.”

On the other side of the phone, Gigi squeals.

“I haven’t seen it in person yet!” Crystal imagines her jumping up and down, her loose curls bouncing and her smile absolutely illuminating the room.

“I’ll send you a picture. It’s incredible, Geege. You look gorgeous. And I might’ve told everyone in the store that you were my girlfriend because I still can’t believe it.”

“Believe it, Crys. You’re stuck with me for life.”

They speak a little bit longer, Gigi reeling as the photos Crystal scoots over on the sidewalk to take of the magazine come through. It’s even better than she imagined, and she’s dying to see it in person.

“Two days!” She cheers. “One sleep! And then I’ll be home for weeks and we can cuddle and lay around and I can use my fancy Vogue money to take my girlfriend somewhere with the best dessert in the city.”

“Where’s that?”

Gigi laughs.

“I don’t know! But we’ll have two whole weeks to find it!”

#crygi #baby model au #six sentence sunday #where i truly never write six sentences and that’s okay

[a-menagerie]

Song Stuck in My Head, a soulmate au ft. Dorian Storm

Consider a soulmate au : whenever your soulmate hums/sings a song, the tune gets stuck in your head 🎵 🎶 (signed 🎭 anon)

this is the first of a soulmate series im going to (try) to do! and of course I had to start with our beautiful blue boy

The first memory you have, of the music that sweeps into your mind, is of a simple lullaby. You can’t hear most of the words but the melody sticks with you along with the sense of peace that comes with a parent’s love. You mostly convinced yourself that it was all in your head; you were imagining it or maybe you should go see a healer about hearing music that wasn’t really there, you couldn’t decide. Then, you decide one day to hum along and the other song stops.

You continue to hum and eventually the other voice joins back in, entwining with your own and building upon the lullaby. You couldn’t talk to whoever is on the other side of this strange musical connection but you enjoyed all the time spent with them in your mind.

Some odd years later, you’re humming to yourself when an answering tune fills your head. You go back and forth, crafting this song in your head with whoever it is on the other end of the music. They throw in an odd trill at the end, very obviously being cheeky, but you run with it. In the end, it’s certainly a strange sort of song but it was yours.

You can’t tell much about the person on the other side - you didn’t even know if it was a person. You could be exchanging melodies with who knows what! You’d confided in a few people before and, when they actually believed you, often people suggested a Fey, playing with you. You’d shrugged them off; it didn’t matter so much to you why, you just enjoyed these little glimpses of this other being.

It’s been a few months now that you’ve been in Jrusar. The other singer in your head had been a lot quieter, though in the late evenings or early mornings, you’d often hear some melancholic melodies. Throughout the day, you’d throw more chipper tunes their way, even humming along to the slightly discordant song y’all made together. 

The Spire by Fire is, for once, in a quieter mood. Everyone seemed calmer than usual, something you could appreciate…though that didn’t last long as a large, boisterous group came flowing through the door. They’re loud and a little obnoxious but you just roll your eyes and go back to your drink.

“Alright, alright! Just one verse though!” They catch your attention again as a blue-skinned man stands, huffing at his companions and grumbling good-naturedly. He carried a lute in his hands and stepped up onto the little stage the Spire had that usually hosted bands or bardic performers. You’d turned back to your drink when he strummed the first chord and your body stilled. 

I’ve got a twitch in my eye now

From all the winks i gave you

But if i close the other eye now

All i can dream about is you

You’d never heard the words before, but you knew every note of that song. Your eyes were glued to the man as he plucked at his lute. The part he played was short but you knew this song by heart; it belonged to you and whoever was in your head. Which, presumably, was this guy.

You stood so quickly you nearly knocked your chair over, apologizing to the man sitting behind you as you rushed across the inn’s floor. The man is just stepping off the platform now, his friends cheering him on as a few of the patrons throw copper or silver his way. He spots you approaching and offers you a smile.

“I didn’t know there were words to our song.” You blurted out. He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to one side.

“I’m sorry? I don’t - I’m not sure what you mean.” He laughed good-naturedly.

“We made that song; you’ve been singing in my head for years. I could - I know this sounds crazy, hang on. Don’t judge me for this performance, okay?” You instruct. You hum the first few notes to that lullaby you heard all the time when you were young. His jaw drops and he reaches out, grabbing you by your arms.

“You-! You’re really the one in my head, huh?” He laughs and then leans his forehead against yours for a moment before he’s stepping away and letting you go. “I’m sorry! I’m - that was just such a surprise!” 

“For me too.” You assure him. 

“You two know each other?” A voice asks. You turn and find a very large and…voluptuous faun towering over the both of you, a grin across her face.

“Kind of?” The two of you say at the same time and there’s a bit of a blush across the guy’s face. You laugh a bit and introduce yourself to them.

“Dorian Storm, at your service.” Dorian says with a cheeky grin. He grabs your hand as he sweeps himself into a bow, laying a swift kiss to your knuckles.

“Who knew the person singing in my head was such a suave man?” You teased, if only to see how much darker a blue you could make his skin. Which worked, if the way he stuttered and stammered was any indication.

“I, ah, that is to say, would you like to join us?” Dorian asked, biting his lip. You glanced at his group (who were all definitely staring while pretending not to stare) and back at him. You gave an exaggerated sigh, looking back at your abandoned table and drink.

“I suppose some company wouldn’t hurt.” You smiled. He grinned in return and pulled you to the table, pulling a chair from a neighboring table and making room for you beside his seat.

“Everyone, allow me to introduce you,” Dorian said, naming off everyone as you sat down.

“Wait, is this-?” Orym started to say before Dorian cut him off.

“Oh, hahaha, Orym, what was that?” Dorian gave him a pointed look and Orym looked away, grinning into his drink. You gave Dorian a confused look which he very pointedly ignored. 

Later, when everyone’s more distracted, Orym tugs on your arm to get your attention.

“He’s been calling you, the song-maker in his head, his soulmate.” Orym whispers once you’ve leaned down to him. You look at him in shock then look back to Dorian, who’s in some argument with Chetney and you can’t help but smile.

“I could get behind that, I think.”

#dorian storm x reader #dorian x reader #critical role x reader #critrole reader insert #two fics in one week? idk what’s happening lol

[obey-r-us]

Rhythm Game

WARNINGS: (GN Top Reader), Overstimulation, Squirting, Levi has Hemipenes/Tentacles, Praise, Dirty talk, Hickeys, Cunnilingus, Nipple play,  Light Pact Play, The terms pussy/g-spot are used, Not a lot of talking whoops ;)

Leviathan had gotten a new game recently that had him by the throat via hyperfixation, he would forgo eating and drinking regularly without your interference. It was normal for this to happen but sometimes instead of lacking in self care he would also forget to give you attention, not on purpose of course but it still stung from time to time. You two had a system worked out like clockwork when he got hyperfocused like this so he wouldn't run himself into the ground since his immune system was like wet tissue paper and was prone to falling ill quicker than he liked to admit. So now was time to pull out one of your tricks to make sure he took breaks.

After finishing the last of your homework for Devildom Geography you left your room and made your way to Levi's room, hearing muffled noises of effort as some music blared from behind the door. You knew he would get cranky if you interrupted him and made him fuck up during one of the game's many ruthless levels so you waited a few minutes before hearing Levi shout angrily and some stomping pass by the door. Perfect. You knocked on the door with a sly smile on your face.

"What?!" You heard Levi growl from behind the door and you used that one lilt that always got his attention, as it typically meant he would be getting buttered up by you.

You chuckle, "I don't remember that being the new password. Maybe it's… Levi is the best and most lovely Avatar of Sin and has such soft hair and pretty eyes and-" 

The door swung open and Levi flapped his hands at you, face flushed from his frustration and your compliments. 

"Stop, stop! What do y-you want?" He asked as you stood in his doorway, knowing better than to just mosey in without his consent.

You decide to push it just a little, but not too much. "I just wanted to check in on you, I know you've been busy lately and I wanted to ask if we could hang out. Maybe I could watch you game?" 

He scooted out of the way and waved a hand for you to enter, hiding under his bangs as you came in and shut the door behind you. Levi's pupils widened slightly as you locked the door. You plopped down onto a beanbag chair and looked up at him with a soft smile before patting the space next to you. 

"The game is PC based so it'd be hard to play while sitting in a beanbag chair while also being next to you-" And there he goes, "N-not that it's bad sitting next to you I mean! I just need space to focus and make sure I hit all the right keys at the right time in order to gain the most effective combo in record time! And-"

You listened to your boyfriend ramble anxiously as you waited for the right time to cut him off before he started crying too hard since his eyes were already watery from his mini rage quit earlier. 

"Levi I understand, it's okay! I just want to give you some affection since you've been working so hard, it's been a hot minute since I've played with your hair or kissed you~" That caught him off guard no matter how many times you two cuddle or awkwardly (on Levi's part) make out, it was cute to see him sputter.

He let out a little huff of defeat before grabbing his laptop, carefully moving it off his crowded desk and onto his lap so he could sit next to you. He left his headphones on the desk so you could hear the music and watch over his shoulder as he attempted to beat this next level, he couldn't mess up this time! Especially not with you breathing in his ear now…

You sat patiently as he got comfortable and stretched his wrists and fingers before giving them all quick cracks, totally not showing off or anything. He clicked the Spacebar and the game let out a little welcoming noise, and asking if he wanted to continue to a song in Infernal you couldn't quite read. From what little you've managed to get into your mind you're going to guess that the song is about sugary bees? Not the weirdest thing you've read lately. 

Levi took in a deep breath and focused in on the screen, clicking YES and softly keeping time with barely noticeable bob's of his head. Being in control of his long neck muscles must help with not having to move his eyes much. Soon enough the song blared from the speakers and Levi was mashing the keys on his keyboard with split precision, it was honestly a bit strange to see him move so quickly when not having a meltdown like in the mall last week. The rapid sliding motions and clacking of keys made your eyes dance across the screen as colors and patterns popped up underneath the hovering circles as the lyrics bounced on the cute background of a grassy hill. 

Levi was humming along to it now, obviously in The Zone as he went through the motions like the many hours of practice were stacking up for this very moment. The song itself was simple but the difficulty was cranked up to a hilarious amount that you couldn't quite focus as he raced through the notes' special combo moves. The progress bar at the very bottom right of the screen was flashing at all the combos stacking up, and you couldn't help but hold your breath as Leviathan smashed down on the final key and the song finished with huge fanfare, multiple insectoid figures dancing on the screen holding up his high score with their little claws. 

Levi nearly folded himself in half as he whooped right in your ear, your heads clacking together slightly as he moved back and forth as he flapped his hands happily. He normally would apologize but the hard work finally paid off! You were totally his lucky charm! Why hasn't he had you in his room more often lately? 

"That was awesome!!! Good job Levi, that was so fun to watch!" You ruffle his hair as he stimmed in celebration. 

He was riding the high, ego flaring like a gasoline fire. He had to do more! If that impressed you Levi totally needed to show you the rest of the levels of the game. You gave him a little kiss on the cheek as he flicked his tongue out, fanning the fire in his very being.

"Yeah! That was super cool! Its taken me forever to beat this level OMG OMG OMG!!" Levi squealed under your affection as you covered his proud face in more kisses, scratching his scalp gently with your nails.

You decide now would be a nice time to try and challenge your boyfriend, he obviously wanted to show off and impress you with his mad skills.

"Hey, I have an idea if you want to make the next level a little harder." You whisper in his ear, smiling as the flush grew back on his face at how close you kept getting. 

"Y-yeah? What do you have in-in mind?" He knew that tone, you were simply circling around him until you could finally corner him into some heated contact and he couldn't help but squirm at what you could have planned. 

"It'd start off easy, you begin the level and I nibble on you a little. Maybe rub your back a little since your legs are occupied for now. If you finish the level I can trail my fingers up your knee and to your thigh and give you a real thing to celebrate for. How does that sound?" You nip at his ear playfully, earning a wheeze and quick nod.

He didn't trust himself to talk and say something stupid when you were teasing him. He just needed to focus! Yeah! No big deal, he can totally handle you sucking little purple marks into his skin and teasing his spine through his shirt. Ha! Ha… The room was starting to get hot and Levi just had to breathe. Focus!

He looked at the screen of his laptop for a long moment as you hum curiously at his hesitation. Focus… Levi clicked the Spacebar again and began the next level, skin getting clammy as he did his best not to fumble through the slow start of the song while you took your time peppering kisses and nibbles on him.

The minutes stretched on like forever, the demon squirmed under your touch as he tried focusing on the keys under his fingertips. He didn't do perfect but it was a good first try despite the pressure you were putting on him with such gentle touches and hushed praise that even he could barely hear past the blur of the lyrics coming from the speakers. 

'...Since your legs are occupied for now.'

Wait. For now?! What did you mean by that? Leviathan clenched his jaw as he felt your hand go under his shirt just enough to rub at his lower back, subtly reminding him to fix his shrimp-like posture. It was an old habit but he couldn't not correct his position when you felt him up like this. And you weren't even doing that much! It was embarrassing how little you needed to do to get the Avatar of Envy wrapped around your finger and begging for more.  

His cold blood ran hot as he breathed in attempt to try and ignore the feeling of your teeth against where his gills would sit out of his glamour, something about that spot tickled a primal urge in his stomach that would paw at as if it wasn't the sweetest kind of torture. Levi finally finished the level right as you bit down just a bit past his shirt's low collar, letting out a shudder subconsciously as you murmured to him.

"Such a good job, you know what you get now Levi? You get a reward. Can you put your laptop back before we start?" 

It takes all the will in his bones to peel away from you and awkwardly walk back to his desk, setting his laptop down and shutting it close. Crap one of his feet fell asleep! 

"Ow! Shit! Ffff-" Levi shook out his leg trying to get the pins and needles sensation out as you got up from the shared beanbag and started setting up the little bed you had in his room for sleepovers. 

You honestly tried sleeping in the tub with Levi but it was a nightmare on your neck in the morning so this bed would do just fine. You grab a thick towel from the bathroom and some lube from a nearby nightstand and sit patiently for your boyfriend to get his body to focus. You couldn't help but smile at him hopping around before noticing your intense staring at him. He may be The Admiral and Sin...But under your gaze he felt small and vulnerable, like he could be safe no matter how he presented himself. It was comforting.

Levi crawled up onto the bed with you and sat stiffly next to you, eyes wandering to the towel you had laid out for him. The first time he showed you how slick he gets naturally you thought he was overexaggerating until you really got up close and personal with the vent between his legs and the two friendly tentacles that loved nothing more than to squeeze around your wrist as you jerked him off. 

The two of you went back to kissing and little touches before Levi gave you the all clear to proceed with your hand snaking up his leg and palming at his crotch enough to feel the warmth under your touch. 

"Do you know how sexy it is? To know I can get you this wet with barely touching? Just some kisses and bites and a little scratch here and there and you squirm under my hand like you can't breathe." You ask as you idly rub two fingers right where the seam of his pants connect between his thighs.

Levi covered his face and whined as your other hand kept his legs open so you could watch as his body reacted on full display. It was like he was already naked with how he was breathing when your nails scratched teasingly at the fabric. 

You lean up to kiss one of the hands covering his flushed face and smile sweetly, he normally isn't this quiet. "Feeling shy? That's okay, I just want you to feel good right now so tell me if you need a break okay? I won't be mad I promise." 

The demon gave you a thumbs up and lifted his hips up so you could slide his pants and underwear down and off his ankles before pushing them off to the floor. You hum deep in your chest as his thighs quiver, the slit pulsing softly around nothing as the tips of his dicks started pushing out with a slick noise. You pour lube on your fingers, dampening practically your entire hand as the other casually rubbed circles into the flesh of one of his legs.

Levi let his eyes shut and breathed out as you introduced your fingers to his vent, mostly ignoring his tentacles as they snuggled up against your hand. You rubbed the puffed up outer area with two fingers and sighed at how some slick leaked out at the touch, making Levi moan against the sleeve of his jacket. You didn't want to tease him for much longer so you decided to give in and let Levi have your fingers to stretch him nice and wide just how he liked it. 

He couldn't help but pick up on the humiliating noises of his vent around your wet finger, the distinct sound making his ears burn as you panted under your breath as you got him prepped for another finger. He must really be pent up if he was already ready for two of your fingers while his cocks wrapped around each other and slowly squeezed while you curved your fingers up to rub up against his g-spot. Levi couldn't hold back the gasp and high keen as he rocked his hips down onto your fingers.

"You like me taking care of you? Having me stretch out this pretty little pussy of yours and tell you how handsome you are? Does it feel nice having a human normie fill you up like this Levi?~" You coo out as you thrust your fingers in a little harsher.

Your boyfriend practically choked on his spit as you said that , eyes shooting open at the change in pace. He could only hiccup and babble at you as you kept his legs open despite his instinctive urge to pull them shut so you would stop staring at how much he was leaking into the towel tucked under him. 

"Tell me Leviathan. Does it feel good when I fuck you like this?" The pact mark on your skin lights up like a flashlight and Levi's back arches as you command him, a little fantasy he's been too shy to ask for often in the bedroom.

"YES! It feels so good when you finger fuck my little pussy like this, I just want more every time like some filthy animal and you tame me but drive me wild at the same time. You make me feel so small and like you could break me whenever you want but just choose-" You interrupt with a third finger curling into him at just the right angle. 

"I know I'm just a gross yucky loser but you still treat me so nicely despite everything I don't know why but I love it. I love it when you take care of me!-" His voice cracks when you pump your fingers in and out of him. 

The crude sounds fill the air along with your joint noises as you dig your nails into his thigh to put the point across. "You are NOT a loser Leviathan, you're my funny and smart and sexy boyfriend who I adore with all my being. I love you and will show it in a way you'll hopefully understand." 

"Wait what?" Is all Levi can manage to say before you press forward and piston your fingers, making him screech in pleasure.

You lean just enough suck some more hickies onto his chest, teeth grazing a nipple before taking it into your mouth as you pull your fingers out completely before forcing them back in while your free hand gripped the base of the squirming tentacles and jerked them as if to milk him dry. You can't help but smirk at one of Levi's hand reaching up to tweak his other nipple, pulling on it just enough for it to harden under his punching fingers.

You bite down on his nipple and keep pleasuring your precious demon as he loses himself in the pleasure, hips bucking violently. His voice is honey to your ears as you let yourself melt against him, moaning loudly as Leviathan shakes like a leaf in the wind. 

That's it. You can't take this anymore. You pull out and off of him despite the hissing it earns and dive between his legs, pulling his legs over your shoulders so you can eat him out without abandon.  You bob your head as your tongue lathers against his vent and into it between the swollen entrance, his cocks are a mess trying to scramble for contact before Levi gets a look from you, nonverbally telling him to jerk himself off as you squeeze his thighs. 

There's no more clever dirty talk or shy murmurs, you two just hold onto each other and ride it out until Levi clenches up and tries to squirm away, warning you to pull your tongue out. You know what that means and you do the opposite, you shut his thighs around your head and make out with his pussy, sucking loudly on the lips and rudely bumping the base of his hemipenes with your nose as you relish in the mess he's making on your face. 

Levi's horns sprout from his head and his tail lashes out under you as he feels the control over his body snap as he squirts onto your tongue, coating your face in his cum as he pumps his tentacles with quick tugs until they drool out the last of his orgasm and force his body to go slack. You noticed his tail attempting to wrap around your arm so you would let go of his legs but you simply shook your head. He sputters as you part his vent's entrance with your thumbs and lick wide stripes up the deepest parts you can reach, panting heavily against his sensitive flesh as you suck and lick at whatever possible despite the growing puddle under your chin.

His tail slaps against the bed loudly and you earn a pathetic little spurt against your mouth as his body tries to cum again, his muscles barely moving as you eventually slow down and pull off of him with a big smile on your face. Levi purrs into your chest as you cuddle up next to him and take your fingers through his hair. The two of you sit in comfortable silence despite Levi reaching a hand to try and touch you.

"Tonight was about you Levi, let's get you cleaned up and I'll order a pizza, do you still have water in your mini fridge?" You ask, earning a nod and some soft bubbling noise. 

Levi clears his throat as his tail wraps around you and pulls you close, "...I love you." 

"I love you too Levi~"

#raven at the writing desk #nsft #spicy #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #in this house we eat out dudes clapping hand emoji

[canislupus-exe]

Made for Each Other | eddie munson

>>gif credit to @/rpvisualosities<<

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | she/her/afab (he/him/amab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation

word count | 1,804

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of her and then the reader fucks him 👉👈

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room. 

That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.

“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.

“Ain’t she a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.

“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.

“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.

“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”

“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.

“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.

“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand. 

“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.

“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.

You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.

As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.

It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your tits off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.

You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.

Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy. 

And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.

And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you wet.

The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…

“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.

“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.

“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“

“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips. 

“I-I wasn’t-“

“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.

“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.

“I was i-imagining you- ah- riding me into- hng- oblivion.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.

“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and panties off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your soaked pussy was revealed, dripping with arousal and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his cock, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it down the shaft, expertly lubing him up in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again.

Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your entrance over his hard cock, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally sink down, groaning as he filled you up. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being inside you.

“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the girl you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eyes.

“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.

“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you rest your hands on his stomach.

“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.

“Why?” He asks breathlessly.

“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to bounce vigorously on him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you intensely rode him like never before. He grabs your hips and begins moaning frantically

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and digs his nails into your skin, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock and nestles deep inside your pussy. The sounds he’s making and the feeling of him releasing inside you proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a loud moan, shaking as your own orgasm so intense takes over your body and leaves you trembling.

You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things ff #stranger things fic #st #st fanfiction #st fanfic #st ff #st fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munson x fem reader smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #female reader #fem reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson ff #eddie munson fic #canislupus.txt #made for each other

[surferboypizza-argylespeaking]

Hi again! My question is: how do you think Jonathan and Argyle met? Thank you so much for your answer!!! Sending all the love❤

Sweet anon. I am so sorry I am just getting to this.

Hello! Happy to have you back 💛

This is such a great question. I’ve seen a few really great hcs about how they met.

My personal take is that they met at a local music store. The Byers moved to Cali in the summer and I like to think they met early on with how close they are and how comfortable he is with all the Byers.

I think it’s a couple weeks before school starts. Jonathan is still down about the move and being away from Nancy. His car is having issues. His family is all grieving and trying to move forward. Joyce insists they go out to the local shopping center to explore. You know try to make the best of things. Jonathan obviously spots the music shop right away. He ventures inside and it’s not too busy. It feels comforting to Jonathan as he begins to browse through some records.

The door chimes and in walks a guy with long hair and mismatched clothes in bright colors and loud prints. He is holding a board and has a small backpack slung over his shoulder. He starts to browse and Jonathan can’t help but keep sparing glances at the guy. Prince’s Raspberry Beret comes on the radio in the store and this mystery man couldn’t be happier. His head bops as he browses. Singing every word to the song.

When the song ends Jonathan is closer to this new guy. The guys comments on how Around the world in a day is such a great album. Jonathan speaks up and says he has never heard it. The guy looks at Jonathan in disbelief and pulls him further down the rows and pulls out the album in question and hands it to him. The mystery man says your life is about to change bro. Jonathan accepts it and just smiles and says we will see. The man introduces himself as Argyle.

I think they kept running into each other there over the next week or so before they exchanged numbers or made plans to hang out. I just love having music being the thing that brings them together knowing how much music means to Jonathan.

Again I am so sorry for the late reply. And some of my sloppy writing but I hope you enjoyed it!

Thanks for sending in questions. I love talking about them.

Sending all the love! 💛

Appreciate you!

#answered asks #jargyle #argyle #jonathan byers

[ukulelekatie]

Hello hello hello I’m right here with another concert recap, this time for Tegan and Sara on October 28 2022 at Royale in Boston! This was one of my absolute favorite shows I’ve ever been to, I literally cannot stop smiling thinking about it

Okay first of all HOLY FUCKING SHIT. This was my 6th time seeing Tegan and Sara, but the first time I’ve gone for the VIP package which was so cool and so worth it

The way they’re doing VIP for this tour is that you get to go to a Q&A and a little pre-show acoustic performance which I love so much better than a meet & greet where you wait in line to see them for like 30 seconds

For the VIP setlist they did Call It Off (yes I started crying instantly), Alligator, and This Ain’t Going Well, the last of which apparently wasn’t planned and Tegan straight up said “I don’t know this part” mid-song lmao. I love her, queen of forgetting her own lyrics.

I lucked out and ended up being the 9th person to show up to the VIP line, which means I was able to get a really great spot at the barricade for both the VIP event and the main show right in front of Sara.

They made us leave the venue in between so the opener could do their sound check, but had us line back up in the order of the numbers on our badges which I really appreciated because oh boy I had to pee SO badly and was worried about losing my spot (also it was kinda fun to get to cut in line not gonna lie I felt very powerful)

Tomberlin was the opener and they were great!! I’ve heard a few of their songs before, definitely gonna check out more of their music now.

As always, fucking fantastic performance from Tegan and Sara. They truly do get better with age.

They’re so easygoing on stage and know how to connect with their audience. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen them so many times before but I don’t really get that “omg you’re real humans and you’re standing in the same place as me” when I’m at their shows anymore, it just feels like we’re all hanging out as friends.

THE BANTER. My absolute favorite part of Tegan and Sara shows is that they’re not just concerts, they’re a musical performance with a side of standup comedy. Sara especially had some hysterical stories to tell (I was losing it at the martini costume story)

Like I predicted, there was more fluidity between them, similar to their 2019 book tour! Tegan sang lead on I Bet It Stung and How Come You Don’t Want Me which are two of Sara’s songs, and they switched off singing verses for a few tracks

They also changed up the arrangements for a few of the songs which was super cool, I love when they take their old stuff and make it more cohesive with their new stuff. The Con and Living Room are two songs where I have consistently liked the live versions more than the album recordings

There was an excellent balance of their old and new tracks. When you’ve been around for so long I bet it’s hard narrowing down a setlist to a 90 minute show

I cried once again when they played Nineteen. I don’t think I’ve ever not cried to a live performance of that song. I dunno it makes me so emotional thinking about the person I was at 19 and how different I was back then but we both still love this band with all our heart

The venue is a club and it was all decorated for Halloween including some giant inflatable ghosts in the back, which made Walking With A Ghost hilarious. Another great thing about the venue being a club is that it was an earlier show time to accommodate the club guests. I was at Metric’s show earlier this week and if I’ve learned anything it’s that I’m getting too old to be staying out past midnight for shows lmao

I have so much merch now, I got the VIP merch package and then at the end of the show I decided on a whim to buy a Crybaby hat. I never used to be a hat person but there’s something about band hats that have just hit different for me lately.

Photo time!!

[Image description: A photo of Tegan and Sara performing on stage. They are both singing and playing guitars. The stage is decorated with neon signs shaped like ice cream cones.]

(This quite possibly my favorite photo I have ever taken, I will be posting this everywhere I’m not sorry if you follow me on multiple platforms)

#concert recap #tegan and sara

[byunbhyunz]

Hanbin - “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

Pairing: Hanbin/Reader

Genre: fluff, sliceoflife!au

Word count: 1,190

Prompt: “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

You should have known it was a bad idea. Actually, following Hanbin’s idea of going out in the middle of the night to God knows where was never a good thing. It got you into sticky situations in the past enough.

After telling him no for a few times, he seemed not to be fazed by it, only pressuring you more into saying yes by promising you to hear his newest song. This is where it all came from. He finished a song some time around 1 AM, and he called you afterward to go hang out with him. He told you he wanted you to listen to it, but it should happen at somewhere else than your or his place. That goes well along with the atmosphere of the song. His words, not yours. The sincerity in his voice convinced you in the end.

“I don’t know what kind of song needs to be heard on a rooftop of an old building,” you mumbled.

Climbing up on the fire escape, the metal steps made muffled sounds as you forcefully thumped on them. “Is it really necessary though? We could have just come when the sun is up for once.”

Hanbin chuckled in a low voice. You shivered, either from the cold or his laugh. If you closed your eyes, you could see his smile, even the little blush on his cheeks caused by the wind.

“Shit!” You whisper-shouted as your foot slipped on the steps and you grabbed tight on the handrail, saving yourself from a nasty fall and possibly from a few broken bones and bruises. Maybe closing your eyes while going up on a fire escape (or any stairs) wasn’t a bright idea. Just like going out to listen to a song in the middle of the night. But it was important to Hanbin, so you came. But it didn’t mean you couldn’t complain about it. “If I die here, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

Hanbin put his hand on yours as you refused to let go of the handrail.

“You promise?” His joking tone was telling a very different story than his tight hold on your fingers. He took your hand in his, and waited for your answer.

This shy and waiting look on his face became the normal lately. The circles of tiredness seemed to be darker than ever, but there was steadiness in his eyes. Like he finally made peace with something that was bothering him for a long time. You wished he would tell you what it was.

“You want me to promise you that I will haunt you?”

Your voice was barely above a whisper. It felt inappropriate to talk any louder than that, even if it was about a ridiculous things like haunting him as a ghost in afterlife. His Adam’s apple bobbed, a hungry look flickering in his brown eyes. Suddenly realizing how close he actually was, a warm feeling formed in your stomach, slowly spreading through your body. You’ve been this close to him many times before, but never felt like this. His presence never made you nervous and calm all at once.

“Yeah. I will definitely do the same if I die first.”

A soft smile tugged on his lips, then started to climb the stairs again, still holding onto your hand. You either had to let go of it or follow him closely. You didn’t want to let go. The night is cold and his hand is warm, you tried to reason with yourself, but it sounded like an excuse.

“So? Promise?” He asked without looking back.

“I promise,” you agreed.

After arriving on the rooftop, he tugged you to the center of it. He pointed at the ground.

“We should lay down first.”

“You want to lay down on the cold ground?”

“We have to. The song has that feeling where we should lay down and look at the stars,” he explained like it was the most obvious thing on the planet. You looked reluctantly at him, and seeing his expression made you sigh.

“This better be the best song I’ve ever heard. And you have to bring me chicken soup if I get sick tomorrow.”

He pulled out his phone and earphone from the pocket of his hoodie, and laid on the ground, stretching his arm out for you. You still hesitated a little, but his next words persuaded you:

“We can cuddle while listening to it.”

“You should have started with this,” you mumbled as you laid down, cuddling to his side.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and he handed you half of the earphones. He shuffled a little with his phone in his hands. You watched as he unlocked it, stopping for a moment before he opened the music player. Memories flooded your mind only by looking at his background picture. He took it when you were spending some fun time with the members of iKON. All of you were laying around in your tiny living room, eating take out food and laughing your asses off on silly jokes and even sillier impersonations of each other. You looked so happy and content. It was a nice picture, the only problem with it was that Hanbin wasn’t in it.

He took a big breath and finally played the song. You closed your eyes to get ready, and then, music and feelings washed over you. For at least a minute there was only the melody of a piano and guitar playing, then he started to sing and rap. It felt like… well, exactly like him.

In your opinion, he was right and wrong about what king of song it was. You didn’t need to come up here and watch stars in the middle of the night to get a full grasp of it. You only had to close your eyes and be cuddled by him, because that’s what it felt like. The song was like the hugs he gave you, and the tone of his voice when he talked to you, and even the way he held your hand earlier. It was him.

He sang about hope to be loved by the right people, and being thankful for already being loved by many of them. Wishing that it would last forever.

“What do you think?” He asked in the smallest voice you ever heard from him when the song ended. You lifted your head to look in his eyes. They were shining from the moon, and street lights, and feelings.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered. Caressing his face, you couldn’t look away from him. “Like you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes. Please.”

The smile on his face only melted away when your lips touched. The need to be closer to him made your body move on its own. He hummed against your mouth as the song played again. His lips were soft and warm, you just couldn’t resist tasting them with your tongue too. He hummed louder at that, opening his mouth to fully kiss you. A low moan escaped your mouth.

His smile was back. Time seemed to stop.

It was perfect.

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[survey--s]

489.

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Making the bed and airing out the bedroom lol. Not very exciting I know but it’s stuff that needs doing.

What was the last thing you said aloud? Right cats, dinner time!

Have you bought anything new this week? Yeah, a new vacuum cleaner and a new waterproof jacket. Riveting stuff, I know lol.

Name one person who made you smile today. Susie.

What’s the last thing you had to drink? Coffee.

Ever go camping? Nah, it’s never been something that appeals to me. Maybe if we lived somewhere with guaranteed decent weather I would give it a go, but around here it just rains all the time haha.

What’s your favorite candy? Depends on my mood really.

Do you send messages on Facebook a lot? Yeah, most days but they’re not very interesting, it’s just often the easiest way to communicate as mobile signal can be really patchy around here. 

Have you ever gone to a strip club? No.

Last sporting event you watched? Uhh, I have no idea - maybe tennis? I’m not really into sports.

What were you doing at 8am this morning? Messing around on my phone in bed.

Anything you wish you could change? No, not really.

Do you go in at a fast food place or drive thru? We normally go in as it’s quicker, but it depends.

What do you think when you hear Australia? My family.

Who’s the last person you talked to on the phone? My mum, I think? I don’t really talk on the phone all that much.

Do you like Chinese food over pizza? It depends on my mood. I love a decent Chinese takeaway but the supermarket versions can be awful.

Do you have a tan? Ha, no.

Biggest annoyance in life right now? Period pains. I swear I ALWAYS get my period when I’m off work or due to do something fun lol.

Do any of your friends have children? Well, I wouldn’t really consider them my friends, but yeah.

Are you jealous of anyone? Anyone who has the time and money to own a horse on their own property.

Where is your dad? I assume he’s at home. I don’t live with my parents.

Any plans today? As little as possible as it’s my first proper day off work in weeks. So far I’ve just been messing about online, watching TV and catching up on some housework lol.

Do you drink your soda with a straw? Yeah, in restaurants and stuff, but we don’t really use straws at home.

Last song listened to? Behind the Wall by Tracy Chapman.

Do you take vitamins daily? No - we do have some in the cupboard but I never remember to take them lol.

Is anyone jealous of you? Not as far as I’m aware.

What are you doing tomorrow? I have a beach ride in the morning and then I’ll probably take a bath and just hang out at home as I suspect my legs will be like jelly haha.

What’s your favorite number? Thirteen.

Do you have a maid come in and clean your house? No, and tbh I wouldn’t want one - I don’t like the idea of someone touching my stuff and being in my home when I’m not there. I don’t mind cleaning though.

Can you say the alphabet backwards? I can’t say that I’ve ever tried.

Cedar Point or Six Flags? We don’t have either of those places here.

Have you ever slept in until 1 PM? Only a few times when I’ve been jetlagged. I like a lie-in but if I sleep too late I feel like I’ve wasted my day for some reason, even if I have no real plans.

Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

Do you like the show Viva La Bam? Haven’t heard of it.

How many kids do you want to have? Zero.

Have you ever gone behind your parents backs? Sure, I can’t imagine there are many adults alive who never lied to their parents lol.

Have you ever lost someone? Yeah.

Where did you get your worst scar from? Falling off the monkey bars when I was about eleven.

What time did you wake up today? 6am when Mike’s alarm went off but I didn’t get out of bed until about half eight.

Have you ever tried to erase someone from your memory? No, not really? I’ve tried to spend less time thinking about certain people though.

Last meal? Vegemite on toast.

Do you like coco pebbles the cereal? Are they like coco pops? If so, yeah, but my parents never bought cereal like that so I only ever got to have it on holiday or at sleepovers lol.

Last time you saw your father? Just before Christmas.

Last time you cried? When the vet said she thought Archie might have cancer. Thankfully it turned out to be a hystiocytoma and the medication cleared it up but I was SO worried as he’s only five.

When you get married what do you think you’ll put most of your focus and money into? I am married and are you talking about the wedding? Because ours was tiny and we spent more money on the honeymoon.

Would you freak out if you were to get pregnant by the last person you hooked up with? I’d be freaked out if I was pregnant in general.

When’s the last time something turned out better than expected? So, one of my customers has taken on their daughters’ spaniel puppy and they asked me to walk him with their two adult dogs - I was DREADING it as the collies can be a bit of a nightmare but actually the spaniel fits right in and they collies actually behave even better now.

Who in your life causes you the most stress or negative feelings? Nobody.

Have you ever had a teacher that also taught your parents? No, my parents weren’t educated in England.

What’s something you complain about frequently? Period pain, dog owners who can’t control their dogs, Mike not tidying up his mess after he’s been in the kitchen.

Do you have anything planned for the summer? Nah, it’s only April. I’ll probably be working most of the summer.

Do you walk fast or slow? It depends.

What form of public transport do you use most often? I don’t use public transport.

Is there any alcohol in the fridge? Yeah, Mike has some cider in there.

Is any part of you sad at all? No.

Who was the last person to disappoint you? I don’t remember.

Have you ever let someone go? Sure.

Are you a patient person? Not particularly.

Do you think you’ve changed over the past year? Sure, I don’t really think it’s possible to go a year without changing at all.

Is there something that happened in your past you hate talking about? No.

Your ex is sitting next to you, what do you do? I would probably just awkwardly ignore him lol.

Are you someone who worries too often? Not so much anymore.

Have you ever been completely alone with a boy in his room? I’m 34 and married - what do you think?

Do you ever think “what if” about anything? Sure, who doesn’t?

Is the last person you kissed older than you? He is indeed.

Does everyone deserve a second chance? No.

Are you emotionally strong? I mean, it depends. In some respects I am, in others...not so much.

Is there anyone you don’t wanna lose? Sure.

Are you the type of person who seeks out revenge? No.

Do you think two people can last forever? Until one of them dies, sure.

Do you like falling asleep listening to the rain? I like the idea of it, but the reality is that it just makes me want to pee, lol.

Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Yeah. Do you believe that the last person that you kissed cares for you? I know he does.

Are you happy with the choices you’ve made? Yes, for the most part. There’s nothing I would change, anyway.

Do you honestly have feelings for someone at the moment? I honestly do.

Have you ever slept in the same bed as the opposite sex? Of course.

Are there things in your life that you’ll never be able to get over? I mean, there are things in my life that will impact me forever.

Have you dated someone older than you? Yeah.

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