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honeyedmiller · 5 months

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Birthday Girl | Joel Miller

pairing: fiancé!joel miller x fiancée!f!reader

rating: 18+, minors do not interact

warnings: lots of fluff, sweet fiancé joel, no outbreak, smut (birthday sex heh— f oral receiving, unprotected piv, fingering), joel talks you through it, praise, pet names (baby, darlin’, my love, princess), no use of y/n.

word count: 2.1k

author’s note: so today’s my 25th birthday and this is extremely self-indulgent. i’d love for someone to do this for me on a birthday in the future 🥹 also sorry for any mistakes, it was written rather quickly. this wasn’t revised. hope y’all enjoy <3

synopsis: Joel gives you a sweet surprise on your birthday.

divider by @saradika-graphics 🤍

“Baby. Baby, wake up.” The deep vibrato of Joel’s soft voice woke you, eyebrows pinched together as you slowly blinked open your eyes to wake up.

You mumbled something incoherent and Joel chuckled, knowing you didn’t like to be woken on days you got to sleep in.

“Get up, birthday girl, I have a surprise for you.” Joel kissed your forehead, then your nose, followed by one that lingered on your lips. You smiled against his lips and stretched your arms above your head, stiff joints popping in the process.

“What time is it?”

“It’s nine. I know you like to sleep in a little later, but I have something for you downstairs.”

You blinked your eyes fully awake as they adjusted to the ample rays of sun shining through the curtains in your shared bedroom. Your gaze shifted to Joel and it immediately softened. The man you love more than anything stood before you with a crooked smile on his face and messy bed hair; body adorned with those delicious gray sweats you loved on him so much and a green t-shirt you always thought he looked good in.

Just the sight of him nearly made your mouth water, but you checked yourself to behave as you’d just woken up. He held his hand out for you to take, and your soft digits slotted in his as he helped you up gently from bed. He tugged your hand to follow him downstairs, and you complied easily.

As soon as you got downstairs, you saw rose petals atop the coffee table with two gift bags and a bottle of your favorite wine.

“Joel, baby,” You grin, looking at him. “All for me?”

He chuckles and squeezes your hand. “‘F course, my love. But let’s eat breakfast first.” He pulls you into the kitchen, and a sweet aroma fills your nose. You look down at the island, seeing all of your favorite breakfast foods. Joel even made a plate of chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream on top in the form of a smiley face.

You get teary-eyed at his sweet gesture, not ever getting used to the idea of someone caring so much for you on your special day. To him it could’ve just meant making breakfast and buying a couple of gifts, but to you, it meant the whole world.

“Thank you so much, Joel. This is so thoughtful.” You wrap your arms around his torso, giving him a chaste kiss.

“I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you too handsome.” You grin up at him, enjoying the intimate moment of being wrapped in his embrace. He moves his hands down to your ass and taps it softly, slightly separating his body from yours.

“Let’s eat breakfast.”

After breakfast, Joel insisted that you opened your presents with a promise that you’d be able to drink your wine in the evening with dinner. You tucked your legs under yourself as you leaned back against the couch, Joel handing you the first gift bag. You smile up at him and thank him, opening it carefully.

You removed the black velvet box tucked inside, opening it to reveal a pretty gold watch with an emerald green face that you’d been wanting for awhile. You gasped in awe, admiring the beautiful piece as you rotated it in your hand.

“It’s so beautiful, Joel. Thank you.” You kiss his cheek, carefully placing the watch back into the box. He hands you the next one and plants a heavy, warm hand on your bare thigh, rubbing circles into your soft skin. You open it up to find a gorgeous lavender lingerie set. The soft lace slides over your fingertips as your eyes spark with something darker, full of desire as you look back up at Joel.

“I love it. Thank you, Joel.” You sit up on your knees to face him, taking his face in both hands as you bring him in for a kiss.

He immediately reciprocates, wrapping his arms around your waist as he coaxes you to lay onto the plush carpet beneath you. You untuck your legs and open them for him so he can easily slot his broad body between them. He deepens the kiss as he cradles the back of your head, his other hand moving underneath his oversized t-shirt you were wearing.

“Y’should wear the set on our honeymoon.” He breathes against you, breaking your lips for a few seconds before reattaching his lips to yours. You didn’t have time to respond so you moved your hands up to his thick curls, giving them a small tug.

His calloused hands travel up until they reach the soft, pillowy flesh of your breasts, squeezing generously as he toys with one nipple between his index finger and thumb. You moan into his mouth, bucking your hips up to feel that he’s already rock hard in his gray sweats.

Arousal was already thick in your panties, and you were dying to be touched by Joel.

“Joel, please.” You whimper, needing his fingers, tongue, cock, anything to ease the ache in your core.

“What the birthday princess wants, she gets.” He teases, nipping your collarbone before sliding his hands up your body to remove his shirt from you. He moves one hand down your sternum, skating his fingertips over your skin. Goosebumps rise at his touch, and he looks down at you with a knowing smirk.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth, pleading with your eyes as best as you can. Joel’s gaze softens as he moves down to kiss you, moving his lips down your body. He makes sure to stop at each of your breasts, swirling his hot tongue around the pert buds before sucking lightly. You moan louder this time, the sensation shooting straight to your core.

“Fuck, Joel.” You’re breathless and soaking, canting your hips up. Joel finally moves down, nipping as he goes, kissing your tummy a few times before moving down to your clothed core. He groans at the dark wet patch he can see through your panties. He runs his knuckle over the soaked fabric, causing your body to jolt slightly at the contact.

Joel chuckles and moves down to kiss your clothed core, sticking his tongue out to lick the lace material. He was driving you crazy with his teasing, eliciting a whimper from your throat. He taps your hips twice, hinting to lift them up for him. You oblige instantly, and he easily slides the material off of your legs before spreading them again, tossing them over his shoulders.

Your glistening heat was met with his gaze, and he looked up at you. You card your fingers through his hair, stopping at the crown of his head. He smiles at you and wastes no more time, moving to give your exposed heat a kiss. You softly moan at the contact, continuing to run your hands through his soft hair.

He pokes his tongue out to lick your folds slowly, teasingly, lovingly. He was taking his time with you, lapping up your arousal at a languid pace. His tongue prodded into your entrance, fucking you slowly with the muscle. The curve of his nose was rubbing against your already sensitive clit as he did so, causing you to tumble toward your climax much faster than you’d anticipated.

Then again, you’d never met any man who could get you off as fast as Joel can. His skillful tongue knew exactly what it took to make you shake with pleasure, mouth constantly willing to praise your body over and over.

You were looking forward to it for the rest of your life.

You gripped his dark curls to signal you were close, still being shy about talking too much during intimate moments like these with him. Joel always tried to coax you, but he knew you and your body so well by now that he could tell you were on your way to an orgasm before you could even make a gesture.

“That’s it, pretty girl, there you go.” Joel coos, replacing his tongue with his fingers as they prodded your entrance. His fingers curled up to hit that sweet spot that drove you absolutely insane.

“J-Joel, god, fuck—”

“I know baby, I know. Feels good doesn’t it?”

Your brain couldn’t even conjure up a coherent sentence, so all you could do was nod desperately. The white hot coil brewing in your core was about to snap, waiting impatiently to take over your whole body with pleasure.

Joel brought his mouth down to your clit and sucked it a few times, finally sending you over the edge. Your legs shook as your cunt spasmed, head fuzzy with euphoria.

“There you go. That’s a good girl, let it all out. I’ve got ya.” Joel smeared his slick lips against your inner thigh, nipping your skin softly. The drag of his scruff had your skin on fire, sensitive to the touch.

It took you a minute to come down from your high, finally catching your breath as you stared at your fiancé with glossy eyes and a fucked-out gaze.

“Want more, baby? Need my cock too?” Joel smirked, that same smug look seeming to be permanent on his face.

“Please,” You croaked out. “Need it so bad. Need you so bad, baby.”

“Usin’ your manners n’ all. I’m all yours, darlin’.” Joel tossed his t-shirt over his head, stripping himself of his sweatpants and boxers as well. He was painfully hard, pre cum seeping from the weeping head of his cock.

Your gaze shifted back up to his as he hovered above you, a soft look in his eyes that made you fall even more in love with him. He placed one hand by your head to steady his arm as he took his other one to stroke himself before lining up with your slick entrance. His eyes flicked back up to yours, and you gave him the smallest of smiles to let him know it was okay.

He slowly slid into you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs mirroring your arms as they wrapped around his torso.

He leaned down to kiss you and you both sighed into each other as he reached the hilt, starting off by slowly rocking his hips. He kept whispering sweet praises in your ear— takin’ me so well, you’re so beautiful, love you so much, can’t wait for you to be my wife.

Your wedding was only a few months away, and the thought of spending forever with your best friend in the whole world meant everything and more to you.

Joel’s head dropped to your shoulder as his pace picked up, breathing ragged as his hips snapped into yours.

“God, you feel so good Joel. No one ever compares to you, my love. Can’t wait to—” You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your second orgasm slowly start to build. “—Can’t wait to be your wife. Spend the rest of my life with you.” You cry, hands moving to his back as you slide your fingers down to the plush of his ass.

His hips rocked violently into yours at this point, groaning at your words.

“My wife.” He grunts, and the slide of his heavy cock in and out of you at an unforgiving pace had you seeing stars.

“M-husband.” Your words were slurred, absolutely cock drunk on the man pounding into you. That same coil wound up tightly, and Joel could feel you squeezing him. He moved a hand down to your clit, giving you that extra push you needed before you were diving over the edge, orgasm crashing down like waves kissing the shore.

You chanted Joel’s name over and over, clenching around him to bring him to his end. His hips started to stutter, and he leaned down to nip your collarbone with kisses before burying his head in your neck as he reached his high.

His thrusts were sporadic, filling you up with everything he had to offer. He slumped down, cradling your body as if you were a fragile flower in a field of thorns.

Joel always made sure to let you know how much he loved you, even if it wasn’t through words. His actions said more than enough, loving you like you’ve never been loved before.

He kissed the crown of your head as he slipped out of you, catching his breath.

“Happy birthday, my love. I’ll be sure to make this year the most special you’ve had yet.” He squeezed you in his arms as reassurance following his sweet words.

And you, of course, knew that Joel Miller would lay down the whole world at your feet if he could. You had your best friend and lover all in one by your side, and that’s all you could wish for this year, and the many more to come.

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andvys · 6 months

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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 16

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, mentions of drugs and alcohol, a painful flashback, mean!Steve

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader , Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: As you get closer and closer to your birthday, you are taken back to a painful day.

Word count: 6k+

A/N: @mysticmunson & @hellfire--cult thank you for listening to my rambles and helping me with ideas and inspiring me more and more to write this fic 🤍

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In the months after Steve had left you, you had never felt as miserable as you do now, which is surprising, considering how happy you were in the past few weeks before you had gone on that stupid date with Ray. Not only did that night trigger every bad memory, every negative feeling that you have pushed away for months, you had also made it worse by calling him.

You shouldn’t have called him, you wouldn’t be dealing with all these messed up feelings now if you had just stayed at Rick’s place and waited for Eddie to come back out of the house instead of running off and calling your ex boyfriend.

You shouldn’t have gone to see him on Sunday when you finished your shift at the record store, you should have just gone home but your stupid heart led you there to make it hurt even more when you saw him with her, how gentle he was with her, how happy he looked with her.

You feel as though you are back to square one.

Seeing them together shouldn’t be this hurtful, you should be used to it by now but your feelings are just so hard to ignore. Seeing the way he treated her reminded you of the way he never treated you – only in the first few weeks of your relationship was he this gentle and sweet with you.

When his gentle touches turned into rough ones and the softness in his eyes disappeared, you knew that something had changed, but you were so in love with him, you didn’t care how badly he treated you when he stopped being the Steve you once knew.

You stare at the pages in your book with a blank expression on your face. You are not reading, you are not taking notes, you are not focusing the way you should be. No, your mind is too busy recalling every painful moment that you have had with him.

Heather puts her notebook down, throwing her pencil on the bed, she lets out a groan as she stretches her arms out. Chrissy glances at her as she tears her eyes away from her book. While you and Heather study for finals, she is catching up on her favorite novel, her finals aren’t until next year as she had to repeat second grade after she had gotten sick and missed too many school days.

Heather looks at you, a frown appears on her face when she notices the expression on your face.

“Y/n?”

You blink, furrowing your brows as you look up at your friend, “yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

No.

You shrug and close your book, “yeah, why?”

Heather isn’t convinced and neither is Chrissy who watches you with worried eyes. She had noticed that something is off with you, after spring break, something had changed and you are now more distant than before and it’s not just that, you are also very quiet. Just like you were after your breakup with Steve.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Heather says.

You feel bad for lying to them, for not telling them things that you would have told them a few months back, but you still aren’t the only one who keeps secrets.

Without thinking, you push your sleeves up, accidentally revealing the fading bruises around your wrists. Heather notices them right away, her eyes widen and a gasp falls from her lips. Chrissy furrows her brows at her friend before she notices what she is looking at, she places the book down and straightens up to see what had shocked her friend so much.

When you see the confused and shocked look on Chrissy’s face, you realize your mistake and quickly push your sleeves back down, as though it will reverse your mistake.

“What the fuck?”

“W-What is that, what happened?” Chrissy asks, worriedly.

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing, you shake your head.

“Nothing happened,” you mumble and get up from your bed after pushing the books off of your lap. You leave your room, desperately wanting to escape this situation but of course they follow you, calling out your name bewildered.

“That’s not nothing, y/n!” Heather says angrily as she follows you downstairs.

“I fell,” you mumble, coming up with the weakest lie ever.

Heather snorts in disbelief, “and I’m supposed to believe that?” She asks, almost yelling. You don’t take her anger to heart, you know that she is worried.

Chrissy rolls her eyes, “Heather,” she mumbles, trying to calm her down.

You turn on the lights in the kitchen, blinking rapidly as you feel tears of frustration building up. You try to distract yourself by reaching for the newspaper on the counter, a flyer from some pizza place at the new mall is laying on top of it.

“A-Are you guys hungry?” You ask, without looking up, “I haven’t eaten all day, I’m starving. We could order a pizza, there’s a new place, Surfer Boy–”

“Y/n,” Chrissy says, quietly as she walks towards you with a look of concern in her eyes.

“We could order different kinds,” you say, still hoping to be able to change the subject of the conversation despite knowing that it’s a lost cause.

Heather crosses her arms over her chest, her brows are knitted as she looks you up and down.

“What happened?” She asks again.

Chrissy turns around to send her a warning look, shaking her head.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You don’t have to,” Chrissy says as she places her hand on top of yours, trying to give you reassurance.

You narrow your eyes, trying to hide your tears as you give her a small smile.

“You always tell us everything, y/n,” Heather says and for the first time you hear sadness in her voice, sadness and concern. “Since when do you keep secrets?”

Her question irritates you and it sparks the anger inside of you. You snap your head up and look at her with raised brows, “I don’t know, you tell me.”

She looks a little taken aback at your words, surprised even. Though, her eyes flash with guilt. She doesn’t say anything this time, neither does Chrissy and when you look back at her to see her avoiding your eyes, you can’t even help but scoff.

“What are you guys not telling me?” You finally ask the question that’s been on your mind for months now, “what are you hiding?”

Chrissy mumbles your name with a pleading voice, her cheeks glow red, she looks embarrassed.

“You do know that you’re doing the same shit that Steve did to me, right?”

Heather can’t even look into your eyes anymore, she looks down.

“He did that too, he kept secrets, he didn’t talk to me, he didn’t tell me anything, he kept lying to me a-and then it all got too much and he spilled everything to me the moment he had one too many drinks – is that what it takes for you to be honest with me? D-Drinks? Do you need to get drunk too to tell me that you don’t want to be my friend anymore?”

Both of them raise their heads to look at you, shocked and confused as though they can’t believe that you would think that of them.

“What!?” Heather asks, raising her voice, “you think we don’t want to be your friends anymore? What the hell, y/n? You are the one who pushed us away!”

“Because you are both keeping secrets! You whisper behind my back! You don’t tell me shit anymore! What do you expect me to do? To sit there and wait for you to leave the way everyone else does?” Your voice breaks and once again, your tears spill. You can only huff in annoyance when you feel your wet cheeks, “for fucks sake,” you whisper as you wipe away the tears in anger.

Chrissy looks down, she had never felt this guilty before. She knows it’s because of her. The secrets and the whispers. It’s her fault that you feel like they don’t want you but she is scared, so scared to lose you if you find out the truth but right here is where she realizes that she will lose you either way.

Heather’s eyes soften and she looks at you with a frown.

You step away from Chrissy and turn away from them, you place your hands on the counter and look out the window.

“We are not leaving you, y/n,” Heather says, walking towards you, “we would never leave you, you’re our best friend.”

You try not to show how bitter you are, how angry and hurt you still are.

“Doesn’t feel like it, Heather.”

“But she’s right,” Chrissy says with a shaky voice, “we would never leave you.”

You are so sick of the tears, of the pain, of all of this.

Heather and Chrissy share a look and you watch them with narrowed eyes.

You wipe the fresh tears with your sleeves and turn around, leaning against the counter as you look at the blonde, who stares at you with nothing but fear in her eyes and suddenly, you feel guilty for the outburst you just had.

“I’m sorry,” Heather whispers as she reaches for your hand, “I’m sorry we made you feel that way but you are still our best friend, even when we’re not yours anymore.”

“Yeah, Eddie stole that title,” Chrissy mumbles, rolling her eyes when she says his name. She leans against the counter beside you and looks at you with an apologetic look in her eyes and the guilt. The guilt is not very hard to miss.

You know that she is hiding something, something that Heather knows about, something that she doesn’t want you to know. It hurts, she used to tell you everything, now Heather is the only one she confides in and as hurtful as it is, you have to respect that.

“You are still my best friends too,” you murmur and lower your head to hide the pain, “I’m sorry for getting so mad.”

Heather sighs, she rolls her eyes at her own outburst, “I’m sorry too, you don’t have to tell us what happened but just know that we are here for you.”

“Yeah,” Chrissy whispers as she once again reaches for your hand, this time, you squeeze her hand back.

You know that they want to know what happened or better yet, who happened. You don’t want to talk about Ray or the date and the awful things that happened, least of all what happened afterwards when you decided to call him.

“I went on a date with Ray.” You say after a beat of silence.

Their eyes widen with both shock and confusion.

Chrissy opens and closes her mouth, no words come out.

“Ray Parker?” Heather asks, still confused. She saw you with him, at the bonfire party but she didn’t think anything of it.

You nod, clenching your jaw.

“Yeah.”

You feel a shiver running down your spine when you think about that night.

“Turned out that he never wanted to go on a date with me, he just wanted to fuck. I-I didn’t want to, I didn’t even want to go on a date with him, I don’t know what I was thinking,” you ramble as you quickly want to close the subject again, “H-He was very persistent and he kept trying but I pushed him away, nothing happened, luckily.”

Chrissy holds her hand in front of her mouth and Heather looks at you in disbelief.

They see the fear in your eyes and how shaken up you still are.

“What the fuck,” she mumbles, angrily. “He did that to you?” She asks, pointing to your wrists.

“Yeah but it’s okay, it’s–”

“It’s not okay! I’m gonna cut his dick off!” She says, throwing her hands up, “and his balls too!”

“Count me in,” Chrissy says with an angry frown in her soft features. “I hate men!”

You can’t help but snort as you bury your face in your hands.

“This is not funny, y/n!” Heather says, nudging your shoulder, “why do you always go for the worst guys?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble.

Heather is seething and so is Chrissy, that’s why you didn’t want them to know. It’s bad enough that the others know that Eddie and Steve went after him, that they risked getting in trouble with the cops.

Heather keeps mumbling curse words under her breath, while Chrissy tries to make sure that you are feeling okay.

“Do you know where he lives?” Heather asks, “did you go to the cops?”

You shake your head. You don’t want to know where he lives, you don’t want to go to the cops. His wealthy parents won’t let anything happen to their precious son besides, you hope that he learned his lesson after what Eddie and Steve did to him.

Heather and Chrissy might think that it’s Ray who causes you to feel this way, it’s not. It’s Steve, it’s always Steve who is on your mind. It's him who is making you feel like you are not okay because he is once again, haunting you in your memories, in your dreams, in everything.

He is haunting you.

Heather keeps asking questions and it’s starting to make you feel sick.

You close your eyes when you suddenly feel lightheaded, you pinch the bridge of your nose and take deep breaths.

“Can we please just not talk about this?” You ask, interrupting Heather’s ramble, “I-I don’t want to think about it anymore. Besides, it’s been taken care of,” you mumble the last part.

“Wait what?”

“What do you mean?” Chrissy asks, “what’s been taken care of?”

“Eddie and Steve, t-they went after him.”

Chrissy stares with wide eyes and Heather looks at you, confused.

“I’m sorry, did you just say Eddie and Steve?”

You nod.

“I’ll tell you everything but can we first order some food?”

Chrissy notices the pale look on your face, the shakiness in your hands, the tired look in your eyes. She knows. Her eyes meet Heather’s, she nudges her head, raising her brows.

“Yes, of course,” Heather says, reaching for the flyer you looked at earlier, “let me guess, you want pineapple pizza.”

“No way,” you snort, “I only eat it when I’m high.”

“Which happens like three times a week nowadays,” Chrissy jokes.

“What can I say, my weed man is really good.”

Heather laughs, “a very bad influence,” she points out with a smile on her face, “I’ll go order the pizza,” she says before she walks out of the kitchen.

You clear your throat and turn to Chrissy, who is already watching you. There is still concern in her eyes and you desperately want her to stop worrying.

“Chris,” you mumble as you grip her hand tighter, “don’t worry about me.”

She frowns at your words, how can she not worry about you?

“You thought that we don’t want to be your friends anymore.”

“It’s okay, it was a misunderstanding–”

“I will– we will always want you to be our friend,” she says, “it’s always been the three of us, y/n.”

You smile, sadly.

“A-And, I just want you to know that it’s not about our friendship with you or anything.”

“What do you mean?”

She swallows nervously and she runs her fingers through her blonde hair, looking at anything but you, she blushes and it makes you wonder.

“I-I just, Heather isn’t hiding anything from you. T-There’s something that I can’t tell you yet but I will,” she says, looking at the floor, “when I’m ready, okay?”

She is scared of losing you, scared of pushing you away with whatever she is dealing with.

You nod, “of course.”

You are worried about her, about what she’s keeping from you, about what she is so nervous about. You take both of her hands in yours and step closer to her.

“Hey,” you whisper, “can you look at me?”

She raises her head a little, looking at you through her bangs.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me, you don’t have to be scared,” you say, rubbing your circles on her skin, “I’m here and I’ll always be here, no matter what, okay?”

She nods, a smile tugs at her lips.

“I didn’t mean to get so angry, I’m sorry.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “I understand it.”

“But we’re okay, right?” You ask.

She nods, eyeing your face with a sad look in her eyes, “of course, we’re okay.”

“Good.”

“Good,” she repeats your words with a smile.

“Hey guys, some guy named Argyle was on the phone! Never heard that name before,” Heather says, laughing from the living room, “he sounded cute.”

You and Chrissy look at each other with furrowed brows before you burst into giggles.

The bruises have faded away, your skin looks healed again, you can finally wear skirts and t-shirts after weeks of hiding in sweaters and jeans. The weather is warm, the sun is shining and the flowers adorn the pretty fields of Hawkins, finally. It’s nearing the end of April and you’re getting closer and closer to exams and the final day of school. You can’t wait to get out of here.

You are staring out the window, watching the white clouds move in the blue sky, you drown out the voices in the classroom, the laughter of Tommy and Carol as they gossip, as always.

The past few weeks haven’t been easy on you, you have been trying to avoid him but everywhere you go, you see him, it reminds you of the way things were after he dumped you. Only this time, he tries, he really tries to sneak his way back into your life, you don’t let him – you want to but you don’t let him. Yet, you can’t help but love every little moment you have with him – passing by him in the hallway, seeing the way his eyes light up when you flash him a small smile, you don’t let it confuse you but, you can’t stop the fluttering in your stomach either.

You will forever regret the date and the call. That night changed everything. You were okay, you were okay without him. You were sure that you had moved on. You were sure that you did not want him anymore. You were so damn sure. Yet, here you are, unable to stop thinking about Steve Harrington.

Someone places their books on the table, picking the seat next to you. You don’t turn around to face whoever it is, not caring. But, when you smell his cologne, you tense up and your heart skips, you don’t need to look at him to have all these feelings rushing through you.

You look away from the window, you lean back and finally turn to look at him. He looks good, the way he always does. He is wearing a black sweater, his sleeves are pulled up, you notice a silver bracelet around his wrist, you haven’t seen before. His knuckles are healed, no bruises litter his skin any longer but there’s a scar that hasn’t been there before. You wonder what he told her when he sported the bruises on his knuckles and on his temple.

He doesn’t say anything, he just flashes you a small smile and looks away when the teacher walks in.

Why does he sit here? Why next to you?

You force yourself to look away too. You hate the beating of your heart. You hate the way you feel when you smell his cologne, the stupid smell of Farrah Fawcett spray, you hate the way it feels to be so close to him.

You try to focus on class, you try to write down notes, you try to think about anything but him beside you.

Steve has other plans though when he slides his notebook over to you after scribbling something on the blank page.

You turn to look at him with a questioning gaze but he is not looking at you, he is looking at the blackboard, pretending to listen to Mrs Jones.

You look down at the notebook.

‘Hi’. He wrote with a smile next to it.

You can’t help but snort quietly.

He smiles to himself, narrowing his eyes to look at you.

You take your pen, shaking your head as you write a ‘hey’ before you slide it back to him.

He glances at the teacher before he begins writing. Mrs Jones isn’t paying attention to you, the elderly woman is too busy writing on the blackboard as she taps her heel against the ground.

You bounce your knee, pressing your lips together as you look at anything but him. You dig your nails into your palms as you wait in anticipation. When he slides the notebook back to you, you glance at him for a moment before you look down.

‘How are you?’

You wonder if it is a conversation starter or a genuine question but, when you find him looking at you with a soft eyes, you have your answer.

‘I’m good, you?’

Steve knows it is a lie.

‘I’m okay. Can you believe that we’re graduating soon?’

You smile at him and shake your head.

‘No. Are you still becoming a basketball star?’ You write down.

You watch the way he shakes his head with a blush on his cheeks. He leans down, putting his hand on the table as he writes.

'Not good enough to be a basketball star.’

You raise your brows in question, pressing your lips together.

What happened to his confidence? You wonder.

‘You were always good enough, Steve.’

Steve stares at your words for a long moment, his brows knit together and for a second, he lets the sadness take over. He never felt good enough.

‘Not for this. Are you still becoming a stripper?’

When you read the question, a giggle bursts from your lips before you can stop it. You always used to joke about it, telling him that you would become the best stripper in town.

There is not a single strip club in Hawkins.

You clasp your hand over your mouth and your eyes widen when you realize how loud your giggle was. Everyone is now looking at you.

Steve presses his lips together, trying not to laugh.

“Is there anything you want to share with the class?” Mrs Jones asks, raising her brows at you as she stands there with her hand on her hip.

You shake your head.

Steve snorts a little when he glances at you, you are staring wide eyed at the teacher with a blush on your cheeks. Cute.

You kick his foot under the table and he has to hide his face behind his head when he laughs quietly.

“Pay attention!” Mrs Jones says, pointing at you with her finger.

You nod, “yes ma’am.”

She glares at you before she turns away.

“Asshole,” you whisper to Steve before you reach for your pen again, ignoring the prying eyes of some of the cheerleaders and of course, Tommy and Carol, you don’t have to turn around to know that they are staring.

‘No, I want to be a groupie now.’

Steve shakes his head, of course, you would say that.

He changes the topic, though it’s a mistake, a very big mistake.

Steve doesn’t know that you are haunted by memories of him.

Your birthday is soon, any plans?’

You are already struggling. Why did he have to bring this up? Why did he have to remind you of your last birthday? Why?

You stare at the words on the paper for what feels like forever. You hate your birthday, especially the last birthday.

You remember the way you felt that day, you remember the way you waited for him, thinking that he would surprise you. You didn’t want a party, you didn’t even want a cake but Heather and Chrissy had still made one for you, they spent the afternoon with you, they gave you presents, ate cake with you and offered to take you out to dinner but you said no, because you knew that he would take you out for dinner and surprise you with the locket you have told him so many times about. The locket you had seen when you passed by the little jewelry store, he was with you, he saw the way your eyes lit up when you laid eyes on it for the first time, he knew you wanted it and you thought, you really thought that he would get you the necklace. You could have bought it yourself with the credit card your dad gave you before he left but you wanted it to be something special.

Steve did not take you out for dinner that night, in fact, he didn’t spend the night with you, at all.

You want to cry just thinking about it.

You waited and waited, you sat by your window and looked out, waiting for him to finally arrive. You put on the pretty sundress that you had bought when you went shopping with Chrissy. You did your makeup and your hair the way he always liked it.

With your hands in your lap and excitement still lingering on your face, you waited.

Your eyes lit up when you saw his car pulling up to your driveway, you jumped up and rushed over to the mirror, taking one last look at yourself before you rushed down the stairs with a smile on your face.

You opened the door just as he was about to unlock it with the keys you gave him.

“Hi!” You said, unable to fight the smile off your face.

Steve was holding a small box in his hands, you thought you knew what was in there.

“Hey babe,” he said but his voice did not match your excitement.

He walked in and closed the door, handing you the box. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “happy birthday,” he said with a smile that could only be described as forced.

Your own smile began to fade a little when you noticed the disinterested look on his face, you looked down at the little box. Did he give you what you wished for? You had wondered.

“What took you so long?” You asked as you looked at the clock, it was 7pm. “I’ve been waiting for you, Stevie.”

“I was getting ready for the party.”

You furrowed your brows and looked at him in confusion as you could already feel your heart dropping.

“What party?” You mumbled, “I-I told you that I don’t want–”

“No, I know.” He said, “I know you didn’t want to throw a party, I mean Tina’s party.”

You couldn’t believe him. He knew, he knew you did not want that. He knew you wanted to spend the night alone, with him.

“I-I thought we could do something else, it’s my birthday, Steve.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, happy birthday,” he said with fake enthusiasm in his voice, “now let’s go celebrate it.”

Your shoulders slumped, you opened your mouth to speak but quickly closed it again. You stared at him in disbelief as your eyes began to well up with tears.

“But, I thought we could go out for dinner.”

He scrunched his face up, snorting, “what are we forty?” He said, “come on, get your stuff, we’re leaving.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head as you looked at him with sad eyes and a pout that always pulled at your lips, naturally.

He huffed.

“Man, don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You said with a small voice, frowning.

“Like that,” he mumbled, pointing at your frown, “that’s fucked up.”

You wanted to cry, you wanted to run upstairs and crawl under the sheets, you wanted to escape this.

“W-Well, you can go to that stupid party. I’m not going.” You pushed the box back in his hands and brushed past him, walking up the stairs as you began to remove the clips in your hair.

“Babe!” He groaned.

“You can go, Steve. I’m not feeling well anyways,” you lied and continued your way up the stairs, still hoping that he would follow you, that he would change his mind and apologize, that he would take you in his arms and kiss you, that he would take you out to dinner, that he would kiss you under the stars and put the necklace around your neck but he never did.

Just as you walked into your room, you heard the front door shutting and his car starting just moments later.

Despite how he had acted before, you didn’t expect him to leave, but he did. He left and you spent the evening alone with a bottle of Whiskey your dad left behind, you drank and you cried, missing the boy who used to protect you, who used to love you. You stayed in your dress and listened to David Bowie and then, four hours later, he came back but you wish he never did.

The memory of that night still hurts, it all hurts.

‘No, you know I don’t celebrate my birthday.’ You write down in bitterness.

Steve looks guilty, he feels awful for what he did on your last birthday. If he could turn back time and change it, he would.

You can’t help but look at him, and you see it, you see the guilt and the sadness and the anger he feels for himself but it does nothing to ease your pain. It still hurts so much.

‘Can I come over, the night before?’

It’s a tradition you have had since you were children. He would always sneak into your room and give you his presents at midnight. He didn’t do it last year. Why now? You are no longer friends, you are no longer a couple, you are not even acquaintances at this point.

Are you a fool for saying ‘yes’? Maybe. Do you care? No. Apparently, he still has you wrapped around his finger.

He smiles at you and closes the notebook when the bell rings. You wonder if he will throw the page away or if he will keep it. You would. You hate how giddy he still makes you feel, you hate the butterflies that still flutter in your stomach, why won’t they die?

You leave the classroom together but neither of you say anything, you just glance at each other before you go separate ways, he flashes you one last smile – his is certainly much brighter than yours, yours is still etched with pain.

You make your way towards your locker to retrieve your backpack and your jacket. Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone moving towards you and when you turn your head, you see that it’s Chrissy.

A smile tugs at your lips.

She looks determined, her eyes are set on you, she isn’t smiling and as she gets closer, you notice how nervous she looks.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” you smile, “what’s up?” You ask, curiously when she still refuses to smile.

Her hands are pressed together and she looks at you with uncertainty in her eyes. She fidgets with her shaky hands.

“I-I’m ready to talk.”

You did not expect to hear that from her. It’s been weeks since she admitted to keeping something from you and not once did you pressure her to talk, you did try to reassure her that nothing could drive you away from her but she still needed time.

“You are?” You ask, looking around the crowded hallways.

She nods, licking her lips as she stares at you.

“Yes.”

“Okay, let’s get out of here.” You reach for your backpack and pull the strap over your shoulder before you reach for her hand, “come on.”

You can feel how nervous she is, how clammy her hand is, how shaky it is as she grips yours tightly. It makes you a little anxious. What could possibly make her this nervous?

You leave the school and walk towards your car.

“Do you wanna go to my place?” You ask.

She shakes her head, looking down as she lets go of your hand to walk to the passenger side.

“Okay, uh, the lookout?” You ask.

“Y-Yeah.”

You nod and unlock your car, you throw your backpack in the backseat and reach for the sunglasses in your glove compartment. You glance at her, noticing how nervous she still is as she bounces her knee.

“Chris, don’t be so nervous,” you say, trying to reassure her, “if you wanna talk about your position on the cheer squad, you can absolutely have my spot as the captain,” you joke but she doesn’t laugh, she only cracks a small smile.

You figure that nothing you will say will make her any less nervous, the only thing that will help is talk about whatever is laying heavy on her heart. So, you start the car and you turn on some music, hoping that it will calm her down. You drive to the lookout, you always used to go together. Back when you had only gotten your driver license, you, Chrissy and Heather would always come up here and have a little picnic, you would take pictures of each other with your dad’s polaroid camera.

You miss those days. The simpler days.

You both get out and sit on the hood of your car, looking down at the small town you live in. From up here, it looks so much smaller than it actually is.

“I– I don’t know how to tell you,” she starts after a long few minutes of silence.

“What are you afraid of?” You ask as your take your hand in yours.

She blinks. The wind blows through her hair and she looks down to avoid your eyes.

“That you won’t be my friend anymore.”

“Chrissy,” you whisper, holding her hand tighter, “we’ve been friends since we were little kids, what makes you think that I’d stop being your friend?”

She shrugs.

“You and I, we're best friends for the rest of our lives.”

She rolls her eyes, “except you got Eddie now.”

“Eddie isn’t a girl though, I still need my girl best friends – hey, are you jealous of Eddie, is that it?” You chuckle.

Her eyes widen and she tenses up, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Her cheeks take the color of your red skirt and your smile falls as you stare at her reaction in surprise.

“I-I, no! I’m not–” She stutters and her voice gets high pitched.

“Wait, y-you don’t like Eddie do you?” You frown.

She almost looks taken aback by your question and she draws back, scrunching her face up as she shakes her head, “what!? No!”

Your shoulders slump in relief.

Her reaction is almost comical, if the circumstances were different, you would probably laugh at the twisted mouth and the disapproving look in her eyes.

“I don’t like him,” she says, shaking her head, “I don’t like people like him.”

“Oh,” you frown. Is that it? Is that what she is keeping from you? She doesn’t like Eddie? She doesn’t like your best friend? She doesn’t like his reputation and your reputation?

“N-No!” She huffs, rolling her eyes at her choice of words, “I don’t mean it like that, I don’t mean him in general, I-I mean – fuck.” Her shoulders slump and she closes her eyes when she feels the tears welling up. “I don’t like men – I don’t, I’m not into them! I like girls,” she says, quietly.

Oh.

Your lips part in surprise and your eyes widen but you finally relax and the tension in your body leaves. You were so worried about all the possibilities of what she could be hiding from you, out of all of them, you did not expect this.

She is shaking even more now and you hold her hand tighter in response.

“Chrissy,” you whisper and scoot closer to her.

When she hears your soft voice and feels your even softer touch, she manages to open her eyes again and looks at you through her tears.

“You scared me to death!” You mumble before you pull her into a hug, squeezing her tightly. “I thought you were hiding something bad!”

You hear her sniffle first and then her sigh of relief as she melts into your touch and hugs you back.

“I-I, you’re not, you don’t think it’s weird?”

You scrunch your face up and frown, “why would I think that it’s weird?” You mumble, still hugging her.

“‘Cause some people think it’s weird.”

“Fuck them,” you whisper, rubbing her back and squeezing her tightly before you pull away from her. You look at her soft features and smile, “I’m sorry you were so scared to tell me but I hope you know that I would never judge you, you’re my best friend and I’m proud of you.”

Her eyes light up and she smiles, “you are?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, smiling.

She presses her hand to her chest as she sighs in relief again, closing her eyes.

“So, who’s the lucky girl?”

And just like that, her smile fades away again and she looks at you with the same sad eyes you saw one too many times already. This time, it doesn’t take you long to put two and two together, the signs were always there but as always, you were too blind to see them, just like you had been blind to so many other things in your life.

She was always protective of you, more so than Heather was. She was always a little giddy around you, nervous and shy. She was always more affectionate with you than anyone else.

And then you remember Carol’s words, what she said – or tried to say about Chrissy before Heather intervened.

God, you feel like a fool.

Life passes by you and you don’t even notice. Where is your mind at all the time?

Chrissy’s eyes are filled with sadness and the same fear as before, she doesn’t need to say it out loud for you to know. The look on her face confirms it all.

“Oh Chrissy.”

“I-It’s okay, y/n,” she whispers, “please don’t pity me, it’s just, it will pass.”

You tilt your head, you can’t help but look at her with the same look that lingers in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper and look down at her hand.

“No, I’ll be fine, really,” she says, “just promise me that nothing will change?”

Your chest aches and it hurts to know that she is hurting because of you.

“Because that’s all that matters to me, that you are still my friend.”

“I am,” you reassure her again, “I promise.”

She nods at you, not letting her tears spill. She smiles at you again before she scoots closer to you.

“Thank you.”

You shake your head and wrap your arm around her shoulder as she leans her head on your shoulder.

“No, thank you for trusting me,” you whisper, “and for everything.”

She smiles up at you when you fix the green bow in her hair and run your fingers through her ponytail.

As the silence takes over and you both listen to birds chirping and the wind that rustles the leaves on the trees, you hold onto each other a little more tightly when she finally relaxes, knowing that she will always have you, no matter what.

And you feel the tension leaving when you realize that you had nothing to fear when it came to her and Heather.

“Hey, you know what?”

“Hmm?”

“I saw Heather making out with Billy in his car.”

“No way!” You gasp, laughing.

“Yeah! And then she acted like nothing happened!”

You giggle, cupping your hand over your mouth.

“Apparently they were high. She bought weed from that pizza guy.”

“What was his name again?” You ask, laughing.

“Uh, something weird–” she mumbles with a concentrated look on her face.

“Ar– Argyle!” You exclaim.

“Yes, Argyle!”

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a/n the thirteenth part! I'm so so so sorry for the wait but girl drained her writing abilities too much and I just couldn't write and then couldn't give you all a shit chapter. I hope you will still enjoy this! ✨🤍 also, your girl is running on 3h of sleep so if there are mistakes, forgive me... I'll fix them when my brain is once again plugged to the internet.🙃

warning: kids, past trauma, substance use... low key seems too little of a list but nothing else comes to mind

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Axel's been desperate for a couple of days now. He had managed to lift off the ground and do a couple of flaps with his wings at the start of the week. The excitement on his face when Azriel carried him back home was unmatched. Unlike anything you had seen before. He was glowing. Radiant. So deeply loved, and it showed. The boy had rambled about it throughout the whole dinner. But Azriel hadn't denied his excitement even once, a proud smile on his face as he let the boy babble on and on.

It felt easy. It was so easy to be there. In Azriel's apartment. To wake up next to him. To watch him come home after a long day. Fetch the kids for classes. Not to mention that his place was ever-shifting. After the first night on his mattress, which was rung by the furthest of walls, Azriel had shown up with Cassian the very next day. Boxes in hand, they got to work putting together the biggest bed frame you had ever seen. He covered the knives stand with some sort of spell. They were there still, a big part of him, but the kids could not reach them. His way of baby-proofing the space. Slowly morphing it into something that suited everyone's needs.

"Lift up and do ten flaps", Azriel's voice floated through the field. The day was beautiful. The sun was out. Warm rays of sunshine kissed the skin. You and Zofie were sitting on a big knitted blanket. The little girl beside you was threading flower crowns. Her tiny tongue was slightly out as she concentrated on her very serious task.

"I can do more", Axel urged. He was standing next to Azriel. His tiny Illyrian leathers clad his skin. His safety armor. A tiny little piece of comfort that the spymaster had gifted to him. Azriel shook his head as he smiled, "Start with ten, then we will see". You could tell that Azriel had also found comfort in teaching Axel. A second chance at a glimpse of a happy childhood. With him and only him in the center of someone's happiness.

For a moment, there was only a warm breeze humming through the field. You watched how Axel got into a position. His determined face faltered, and his eyes darted back up at Azriel. "You will catch me, right?", here it was, that same bitter fear of failing. Of not trusting himself. But Azriel didn't let it settle in as he kneeled next to the boy, "You won't need my help, but if you do, I will be right by your side". Axel's big, golden eyes blinked at Azriel.

"And if I don't make it...", the boy doesn't finish the sentence, but the premise of it is clear. Will you be disappointed? Laugh? Give up on me? Azriel cupped the Axel's cheeks between his scared palms. "Look at me", the spymaster muttered, "You will do it. I know you will. You have to believe in yourself". They looked at each other for a moment before Axel quickly nodded his head, "Okay. I've got this", the boy muttered, Azriel quickly ruffled his hair, "Hell yeah, you do!".

Axel found your eyes across the field. You smiled at him, nodding your head. He could do it, and you did not doubt it. The boy nodded his head one more. A deep breath in. And within seconds, his tiny frame shot up. Axel faltered ever so slightly. Gravity pulling him down. But with one determined flap after another, he managed to stay up above. "Look at me", he beamed from the sky, the wind dancing in his onyx hair. "Y/n! Zo!", he shouted. The girl beside you let out a gasp. Scrambling to her feet as she ran through the flower field to get closer to her brother, "Axel!", she squealed happily. "Good job, honey!", you called right after her, your hand on your chest as you tried to suppress your emotions. One beat after another. Just his energy strained as fast as it was mustard. And the boy slowly sank back down. But the smile on his face didn't seem to shrink.

"Did you see it?", Axel looked across all three of you, breathing heavily. "We did, my love", you beamed at him, leaning closer to kiss his sweaty forehead. "I flew like all of the Illyrians", the boy taped at his leathers proudly, his eyes darting up at Azriel, whose smile was just as big. "I'm so proud of you", Azriel said. "Thank you, pa-Azzy", Axel stuttered, his big eyes suddenly laced with worry, but Azriel only scooped him up in his arms, seating Axel on his shoulder, "You got it, bud".

The kids were far from, content afterward. Too much excitement rushing through their tiny bodies, and now that they were painfully aware that they had Azriel wrapped around their fingers, within a couple of hours you were back in the city, for none other than street pancakes. "You didn't have to say yes", you muttered to Azriel as you two trailed behind the two overly excited younglings. "Why, not?", he said straight away as if tending to their needs had already become second nature for him. "Well, I'm sure you have meetings or people to scare", you shrugged, making Azriel chuckle slightly. The expression easy to miss because his colder mask was back on. What you didn't miss was how some people looked at him. At you all. The emotions were hard to pinpoint, but it was clear evidence that one didn't find the spymaster of the night court casually walking through Velaris streets.

"Look, it's the fountain", the two little monsters came tumbling back, pulling at the skirts of your dress, tiny fingers pointing toward the water fairies. "Now, what did I say about pointing fingers, huh?", you huffed, and the two of them dropped their hands. Quick apologies swirled around, but the pulling didn't ease. Azriel took a heartbeat to look at you three. The way a laugh slipped past your lips as one of the fairy bopped Axel's face making the boy jump back slightly. All courtwork aside, the past couple of weeks have left Azriel feeling weightless. No burdens. No worries. And if something managed to cling to him after a long day, it would all melt away the moment he stepped through his apartment door, hearing your voices and laughter. It felt so good to finally have something that belonged just to him. And it wasn't that territorial fea-male thing. Well, yes, it was, but there was so much more. Azriel finally felt like he had a purpose. His bland days were finally filled with more color. He loved being able to take Zofie to her dance classes. Fetch Axel for training with Cassian. To come home and find you smiling at him. To kiss you softly.

"Can I get two?", Zofie's voice filled Azriel's senses, and his head instantly turned towards the pancake stand. An old lady was already smiling as she looked down at the kids trying to pick their orders. "You won't be able to finish them both, bug," you said as you brushed your fingers through Zofie's hair. "But I can't pick between jam and chocolate", she pouted. Azriel stepped closer, earning a slight bow from the owner, that he quickly returned with a nod.

"Azzy, you pick", Zofie quickly moved towards the spymaster, cleverly making grabby hands at him so that once the order was made, she would be able to see how they were made because, not like Axel, she couldn't see over the stand. "I would like apple crumble, please", Axel said, fingers twirling with the material of your skirt. "And jam and chocolate", Azriel followed suit. You shot him a look, but he was already too occupied by how Zofie was beaming in his arms.

"Add it to my account too", Azriel said firmly, and you shook your head. "Nonsense, let me pay for it", you reached for the satchel fastened to your corset. But Azriel softly took hold of your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. "Don't fight me on this, love", he simply muttered. And stop frowning; it doesn't suit you. Azriel's smug voice filled your mind, making you let out a huff. You're too full of yourself; let me pay for something. You muttered back, but Azriel only smirked. You are paying; it's our shared account. A breath hitched in your throat. A shared account? But only members of the inner circle shared accounts with their partners. And you... you blinked a couple of times. Had Azriel set his claim over you to Rhys? You're not an object. Azriel's velvety voice rang out once more.

You were about to answer him a gasp left Axel's lips, soon followed by Zofie. "Grammy", the two of them said in unison. Cordelia had just set her bags down as the two swarmed her. Jumping. Giggling. "My gorgeous bunch", the woman said, cradling them both in her arms, "I swear you two have grown an inch since I last saw you". They both beamed at her, pancakes long forgotten. Azriel's shadows made quick work of his mother's bags. Tiny little clouds got to work immediately as they moved to carry them back to her house.

"Azriel, Y/N", Cordelia said, turning to you both as you finally approached her hands full of food. "What are we celebrating?", the elderly woman asked. "Grammy, I flew. Azriel took me to the field. I was up in the sky", Axel said excitedly, and your eyes instantly filled up with tears, making you blink quickly. "Oh, sweet boy", Cordelia cupped Axel's cheek, "That's wonderful. Soon, you'll outmatch my Azriel. But don't tell him I told you so". The boy giggled sheepishly, catching a glimpse of Azriel, but his calm expectation didn't change.

"Why don't you two leave them with me", Cordelia said after a moment, "I'm heading home anyway". The kids instantly stepped towards her as if they didn't care for what any of you had to say. "No, ma'am, that...", "Cordelia, darling", Azriel's mom corrected you instantly. "You must be tired, and...", you tried again, only to be met with another smile, "Nonsense, these two are angels. Plus", she muttered, "When was the last time you two spent time alone?". Never. The answer was never. And the fact that the answers sank on you so quickly said it all. You and Azriel had never truly been alone. Had never been on a date.

"Exactly", Cordelia stated proudly. "I'm looking after my grandchildren, and if I see any of you at my doorstep before tomorrow evening", she narrowed her eyes, "Let's say you don't want to know what will happen". Azriel let out a laugh, shaking his head at his mother. "Thank you", he muttered. Cordelia simply leaned in to kiss her son's cheek before she squeezed your shoulder. "Have fun", she winked, turning towards the kids, already pointing them towards another stand.

"Do you want some more?", Azriel lifted the halfway-empty bottle, but you shook your head, "I still have some, thank you". Oddly enough, it felt strange to spend time with Azriel like this. No rush. No need to go places. No kids to look after. No serious worries. Just you two. A quiet apartment and a long night that was still ahead of you two. You shifted, brushing your hand through your hair.

"This feels strange in a way", Azriel breathed out, running his hand over his face, "I mean, I don't want you to feel like...", he was quick to point out, but you rested your hand on his thigh, "We're not used to being together like this". The shadowsinger nodded his head before he leaned back into the sofa, putting his glass on the tiny table that was set on the side. His arms reached forward, pulling at your hand. A chuckle slipped past your lips as Azriel tugged you closer to his chest. "What are you doing?", you breathed, still smiling. "Something I should have done at the start of the evening", Azriel mused, letting out a satisfied hum now that you were pressed against his chest.

Silence filled the room. You let yourself listen to the way Azriel's heart was drumming right beneath your ear. Warmth spread through your body. This, without a doubt, was how peace felt. "Should we play a game?", Azriel spoke up, finally making you lift your head from his chest. "A game?", you frowned slightly, pulling away. "Yeah, like, get to know each other game", Azriel breathed out, a slight pink tint brushing his cheeks. You let out a chuckle. "Okay, I am...", you breathed out, "Are Rhys and Cass your biological brothers?", "Straight at it...", Azriel let out a surprised breath, and worry instantly washed over you. "Was I not supposed to?", your big eyes looked at him. "No, no, it's okay; I like that you're taking the lead", Azriel reassured you wiggling his brows making you rill your eyes in return. You two moved to sit opposite each other. Your legs were tucked beneath you, but Azriel's hand still stayed on your thigh.

"And to answer your question, they are not", he said smoothly. "We meet in the camp. Rhys's mother pulled us under her wing; the rest is history but they feel like blood brothers". You found yourself nodding; you knew that they were in training together. Most people called them the inseparable three for a reason. The loved they shared always made you smile. It was rare. Especially between territorial Illyrian males. "Your mother was from Helion's court," Azriel stated, claiming his turn, "You've ever thought about going there?". You took a moment to let his words sink in. Rhys had brought that up a couple of times, but the idea of going to a place you knew nothing about to meet people you knew nothing about. "No...", you breathed out. "I mean, it'll sound bad, but Helion keeps his angels under tight wraps." Pulling the strand of your hair, you quickly twirled it around your fingers, "If he had use for me, he would have claimed me by now". A rumble left Azriel's chest, "No one can claim you; you make your own choices". His voice was thick with frustration. The thought, clearly, unsettled him. You reached for his hand once more, "Azriel, I know, hence why I said it would sound bad". But the frown between his brows didn't ease until your fingers carefully brushed over his skin.

You weighed your next question for a heartbeat before muttering, "Your hands, can you tell me the real story?", you watched as Azriel's face shifted with emotion. The man was almost a myth. The amount of stories told about him could easily be turned into a book but... most of them seemed so far fetched. For a heartbeat, you even regretted your question, but then Azriel let out a sigh. "You know about the basement...", the spymaster clenched his palms together. "This was one of their games", you shifted slightly, reaching for his hands as you clasped them in yours. Azriel's eyes lingered on your joined palms. "One night they wanted to test how quickly I would heal. So they dunked my hands in oil and set them on fire", his words sounded cold and distant. But then how else would you talk about the trauma that shifted your life. You bit the inside of your cheek as you leaned closer to him. But before you could fully rest against him, you pulled his hands up to your mouth, placing kiss after kiss on the scared surface. He didn't stop you. Didn't pull away. Soaking in the warmth of you. The tender touch.

But your movements stalled at his next words, "Your back", Azriel muttered. You let go of him instantly, drawing back, "What of it?", you asked, even if you knew more than well what he was asking for. In a way, your scars linked you both together. But you've worked your hardest to keep that side of you hidden from everyone. Even yourself. You let your head drop slightly, and Azriel's fingers instantly hooked beneath your chin. If there was something this man was against, it was you feeling small when you were with him.

"You don't have to", he breathed out, his gorgeous hazel eyes piercing through you. Eyes that had captured your soul the very same night you two had come for one another's throats in his room. You chose to swallow your words, turning away from him. Suddenly, your dress felt way too tight on your body. Azriel took that as a sign to drop the topic, ready to apologize when you muttered, "Undo the ribbon". Azriel swallowed thickly. Hesitation stilled his movements. But his trembling fingers still reached for the light blue material. Goosebumps trickled down your spine instantly.

Azriel could see the way your shoulders tensed the looser the fabric got around your chest. Leaning in, he placed a couple of loving kisses on your shoulder blades. He hesitated before letting the fabric fall off your skin, your hand instantly moving to cover your breasts in front. But Azriel was too far captured by the brutal slashes that even now shined red and black against your skin. The angel wings you had didn't start at the same spot where Illyrian wings rooted, which explained why the spymaster didn't catch a glimpse of them while you were in nothing but your silk nightgown.

"I hoped I could heal myself...", you muttered quietly, biting your lip. Azriel's eye snapped back up, and he instantly brought your trembling frame into his chest. Mother, strike him for letting himself gawk like that. He knew what being stared at like that felt like. The scrutiny. The pity. Blimey, his own family still shot him glances like that, and here he was. His strong arms cocooned your frame before he realized the lack of clothes covering your chest. Azriel's cheeks pinked, even if he couldn't see anything that he hadn't already seen. He moved to lift the fabric, but you stopped him, motioning for him to let you go. He got his clue here—you didn't want him watching, so his head wiped to a completely different side.

"I've never been with a male", you muttered after a heartbeat. Azriel's body froze once more. Something deep and territorial, way stronger than before, scratched at his chest. "Was I your first...", his words were barely a whisper, as you chased them away. "Everything so far...", you breathed out. Was admitting this to him awkward? Yes. But he was your mate. Surely, he would realize that eventually. Azriel turned back to face you. Realizing that he probably should have asked if he could turn around in the first place. But he found your shy eyes looking up at him. He reached for you once more. Pulling you over his lap, his hand resting on your hip.

"Thank you for sharing that", he breathed against your neck, brushing tiny feather-like kisses all over your collarbones. The tickling sensation made you giggle slightly before a frown washed over you once more. "I understand if it's not attractive", you breathed out, and Azriel halted in his movements, pulling back to meet your eyes. "Love, I'm more than okay with waiting till you're ready", he reassured you as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. "But that's... you have needs", you whispered, catching his wrist. Azriel let out a breathy chuckle, scanning your face before he leaned in to peck your lips. "I am no longer a teenager who gets a hard-on from any moving thing in front of him, but thank you for your concern, love", he said, utterly satisfied with his answer. "Ew, Azriel", you cackled, hitting his chest playfully. The spymaster's laugh matched yours in no time as he pulled you down on the plush sofa, nestling you deeper into his embrace.

You had hoped to wake up in Azriel's arms the next morning. The intimacy of last night's confessions still lingered. But once the slumber left your body, you quickly realized that the bed felt way too cold. A pang ached in your chest, but you knew that he was a busy man. A note you found in the kitchen proved just that. An urgent meeting. I hate that I had to leave you like that. I will see you in the evening, Az. You brushed your fingers over the paper, turning your attention to the bond, smothering it with soft touches, only to be met with a cold wall. You frowned slightly. But then, he always shut it off when he was out on duty. You knew that if something was seriously bad, he would answer. But nothing was seriously bad and you weren't about to become a needy partner. Brushing the nagging thoughts away, you smiled to yourself. No, nothing was going to ruin the plan you had for tonight.

And it started out so perfectly. From the way you had allowed yourself to explore the city. Wondering from one shop to another. Everyone greeted you with a smile. The streets were humming even in the early morning. All the smells and sounds fill your senses. You tested cheese from a local farmer's stand, listening to the stories about the sheep that he owned. You had forgotten what it felt like to live like this. Now fully understanding why Zofie and Axel loved it here so much. The white, quiet walls of the sanctuary felt more like a prison than a happy home when you compared it to the city.

Your arm was aching from the bag you were carrying, but it didn't seem to bother you today. Your eyes caught the stand full of freshly cut flowers. Like a little bee on a hunt for nectar, you turned its way. The lady greeted you with a wave. She, like the man before, shared her passion for the blooms before wrapping a big bouquet of peonies in paper. The smell of them made your lips taste sweet. But the moment her hands brushed yours, you felt a tight grip on your arms. Dark eyes looked at you. Sharp venomous teeth gleamed, "Silly child, he is not your happy ever after. You're burning in flames of pain for your mistakes", the thick words sounded, making you draw away, nearly dropping all of your stuff. You bumped into someone, pulling your eyes away from the lady, and when you finally blinked, a man was holding onto your shoulders. Steadying you. "Are you alright, dear?", the female called out to you, making you take a double look at both of them. "Yeah", you muttered, feeling your cheeks heating up. "I'm so sorry, I just got dizzy from all the smells", you breathed out, quickly taking hold of your things and hurrying away.

You hoped the feeling of unease would lessen eventually. That the image of that monstrous face would fade. But it stuck around. Sending shivers down your back all day long. The same way it did up at the house of wind. You had felt slightly better at Cordelia's house, where you stopped to get the kids, but the moment you crossed Azriel's apartment's entrance, it clasped right over your throat once more. "Do I put this in?", Axel called out, making you draw your attention back to the two kids. A pot of stew was bubbling on the stove. You pressed a palm against your temple, an odd throb aching there.

"Yes, sweetie, give it a mix too", the two of them had been desperate to make Azriel's mother's stew. Cordelia had cooked with them a couple of times, and now they had taken it upon themselves to show what they had learned. "I need help", Zofie muttered, pulling at your sleeve. She had been tasked with pulling some of the herbs from the stems and dicing them. Yet your body didn't seem to comprehend the request. Axel turned to her instead. "Show me", he said, but you could feel his eyes on you. Both of their eyes are on you.

"Y/N", Axel called out softly, "Is everything okay?" The real answer to that would be that you didn't know. It was the tightness and numbness in your chest that unsettled you the most. You've never felt like before. As if something was missing all of a sudden. You tried to claw out of the hazy daze, "Yeah, I'm...", but your voice died down to the sound of the knock on the door. Axel jumped off his step stool, but you caught him by his shoulder. "Stay here with Zo", you muttered. Deep down, you hoped that it was Azriel or someone from the family, but then Azriel wouldn't knock. He never did.

You cracked the door open as if you already didn't feel confused enough. There she stood. The prettiest pink dress framed her figure. Loose curls fell over her shoulders. Elain. You braced yourself against the doorframe. Mother, don't let this be what you thought it was. "Oh", the female gasped lightly. "I...", she stuttered, suddenly growing fidgety. "How can I help you?", you breathed out, trying to keep your racing mind at bay. "Azriel said we would meet here; that usually means alone", her tone was sweet, but every word sent daggers flying straight into your heart. Silly child, he is not your happy ever after. The voice echoed in your mind. You blinked rapidly, frown marking your features. For a moment, it seemed as if something flashed through Elain's eyes before she mustered a forced smile back on her lips.

"I apologize for interrupting", Elain turned to walk away but halted quickly as if changing her mind. "Actually", she muttered, "I forgot about a little gift", her voice trembled as she pulled her hand out of the dress pocket, opening her palm to reveal a crystal-clear powder. She blew on it gently, flecks flowing towards you. The same invisible hand clawed at your throat. You tried to gasp for air, but it felt useless. You staggered back, the sound of someone grinding their teeth drilled through your head. A scream echoed through the space as your body hit the floor. Muffled noises rang endlessly. Noises. Screams. Zofie and Axel. The last bits of your rational mind called out. You dug your nails into the floor, turning your body towards the kitchen. Black figures swarmed all around, both of the kids trashing in their grip. You reached your hand towards them, but before you could cry out to them, everything went black.

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ttoddii · 3 months

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cigarette kiss

part 2 here.

pairing(s): bada lee x f! reader

cw: fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, smoking, a lot of smoking, cussing, bad grammar, lowercase intended.

wc: 1.1k

summary: late smoking session with bada.

a/n: honestly, this is an attempt to get my motivation back up, so i know it's not the best, but i hope you can still show it love (i will write a part 2 definitely). and personal thank you to the loml @missminho just bc 🤍 anyway i hope you enjoy the story.

the dim lit hallway set the mood for the night as you lean back to the wall behind you. the lightly tinted green light shine down on your figure as a cigarette burn in your hand and you look down to the tip of your shoes.

the ashes from the head of your cigarette falling down on the floor as you stay still, your eyes clearly showing the boredom you're feeling, half-open and unamused.

turning on your phone to check the time, 1:44, too late for anyone to notice your existence, too late for anyone to care. you let out a sigh, looking up from your phone to take a good glance of the corridor, your hand that hold the cigarette slowly raise up to your mouth so you can inhale the bitter taste.

"bada should at least be a bit more strict about her time management skill", you mumble, putting the cigarette down and blow out the smoke. you close your eyes shut, your head lean back to the wall as you hum.

"and you should quit your smoking habit."

you turn your head to find the source of the sound, lazily look at the tall figure that is walking towards you, your mouth curve into a small smile, head tilting amusingly at the arrival of bada.

"no need to act all cool bada, feel free to have one" you said, handing over your pack of cigarettes to offer one, in which bada roll her eyes but still take one out of the pack.

bada and you had always been close, not publicly, of course. that would do no good to the all mighty choreographer bada. you're content of being behind the curtains, looking at how well she had done, how everyone admire her, and how happy she is.

you're content with being there for her when she's down and need to take a break with life.

you're her bestfriend, her little secret, and that, is enough for you. being able to have a spot beside bada, being able to meet her up at this late hour, standing next to her as you guys talk about your day. is enough.

or at least you try to think so.

"it had been a rough day" bada said, her hand travel through the lock of her hair as she frustratedly groan. her head lean back as she stare at the sky, and you follow her gaze.

you didn't notice how bright the moon is today when you were alone,

and that said a lot about how much bada mean to you.

it seems like everything feel better when you're next to her.

and fuck you don't know what's wrong with your mind anymore.

the soft shining ray coming from the moon warm your heart up a bit in this chilly night. and so you stare, seeking for more comfort in it. hoping to sink into the light, hoping to feel it engulf you to a hug.

pretty sight can heal your heart. you believe so, because right now, at this moment, when you're staring at the moon, standing next to bada, you can feel like all your trouble is washed away.

"hey, lighter?" bada ask, her tone soft and husky, pulling you out of your trance of thoughts as you turn and look at her.

bada is also another pretty sight. especially with the moon shining down on her.

and you suddenly know why she is born for the stage, why she could stand under the limelight. why she is so attractive doing what she love.

and you stop to admire bada. your eyes bore into hers as you swear you could see the stars in it.

bada is a star.

no... bada is a sea of stars.

the way she could shine so brightly, the way she is so far yet so close to you....

it hurt.

it really do.

oh how you want to touch her. to reach her, to pull her close to you.

but no, you can't.

so you keep a distance, admiring her eyes like right now, while your heart skip a beat and ache like a bitch in your body.

"hey?", bada said softly, her hand wave before your eyes to pull you back to reality "you alright?"

and you nod softly, your free hand reach down into your pocket, pulling out the lighter to give it to bada. taking your own cigarette up to your mouth to once again inhale the taste, and you blow out the smoke.

it's hazy, you can only see a few things through the thin veil of smoke, and that's how your life had been, you don't mind, of course, you're used to it. being confuse about things once or twice would not hurt anyone would it?

being lost in your life.

life?

"shit, it's not working", bada mumble, her hand working the lighter to no avail.

you jump out of your thought to glance at bada.

it was working a while ago when you light yours up, and so you stare, you stare at bada's frustrated form. how she frantically try to create a fire from the lighter, how she furrows her brows in annoyance, how she purse her lips into a thin line with the cigarette in it.

maybe, this time. you can be selfish a bit?

maybe. you can be a bit more clear with yourself?

and so you pull her close, with your own burning cigarette in your mouth, your hand at her neck as you let the head of your burning cigarette touch with her unlit one.

and bada's cigarette lit up, its head burning as bada's eyes tore into your own eyes.

the air surrounding you two make you suffocate as you feel the need to turn away, breaking the eye contact. and you do just that.

you pull the cigarette out from your mouth, dropping it on the floor before you use your feet to step on it.

you can feel bada eyes staring into your form, you can feel the burning sensation and how bitter the air smell like.

"fuck", bada mumble, she inhale a blow of cigarette before she take it out.

and to your surprise.

she pull you close and slam her lips onto yours, opening her mouth to let the smoke flow through yours.

her tounge circling with yours teasingly, you can feel the way her hands keep pulling your neck closer, trying to get everything out of you, sucking the life out of you.

pull you close, kiss you hard.

today, suddenly, you feel like the cigarette taste so sweet.

and in this moment, god, please, let you be selfish, just this once.

part 2 here.

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angelrari · 3 months

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gossip girl · pt. xii

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! i am so sorry this took so long, but this winter break has been hell!!! i had exams this week and i couldn't find time to write. i hope you all enjoyed your holidays and that this new year is a good one for you. here's a new part for you, hope you enjoy it!!! (and, once again, sorry for taking so long!)🤍

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max was used to the attention, to the never-ending hate comments on social media and to people wishing him misery. he knew it was a side effect of his success and over the years he had learnt how to deal with it. but what he did not expect was to see these insults aimed at you. he was aware of how everyone seemed to be interested into knowing every single detail of your daily life, he knew how public your past relationship with charles had been and how the fans had loved every single second of it. but that was four years ago and he thought that should have been enough time for everyone to move on, but he was wrong.

your last instagram post had been the catalyst of it all. the press had started creating this narrative where they painted you as some sort of predator of formula 1 drivers, even posting polls online of who would be your next prey. and, although, he has never been a fan of social media, a few of this posts still made it to his "for you" page.

the warm sun rays streamed through the curtains of the hotel room. it had been a few days since you landed in abu dhabi. the warm weather felt like a gift after spending a couple of weeks in las vegas. you woke up in max's arms and he starred at you as you slowly moved and wrapped your arms tighter around his body.

"morning". you said and you moved to give max a quick chaste kiss. "how long have you been awake for?".

"just a few minutes". he said while carefully stroking your hair. "your phone kept beeping"

"shit, sorry, i forgot to put it on silent". you moved to grab your phone from nightstand and then rested your head again on max's chest.

"it's okay".

jolie's name popped on the screen of your phone. she had been texting you to tell you she had landed earlier in abu dhabi. she was the type of person to never miss an opportunity to have some fun, so when she had told you a few days ago to tell you she would be attending to this weekend gp, you were not surprised. you had figured out that the youngest of the leclerc brothers also had something to do with this, as arthur was also racing in the city this weekend.

"jolie is asking me to join her for the formula 2 sprint race". you explained to max.

"oh, right, she's came here to see arthur?".

"yeah". you replied. "do you mind if i go with her?".

"no, i don't care, i'm probably going to be busy anyways". max answered. "why are you asking me this?".

"it's just-. nothing". you replied as you draw circles on max's bare chest. "i read an article yesterday about me, us and charles, not a very nice one i must say-".

"you shouldn't read that shit".

"i know, i know". you replied after letting out a sigh. "but it got me thinking maybe you don't feel comfortable with this".

"what exactly?"

"me getting along with charles, with his family-".

"i don't care". he repeated with confidence. "i trust you".

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jolie was nervously biting her nails as she watched the end of the sprint race on the screen of arthur's garage. it had been a tough race for her best friend, he had finished 21st after having a few issues with the car.

"fuck". she cursed under her breath. "he's gonna be so upset after this".

"at least you're here to cheer him up". you said. "try to remind him that the big day is tomorrow, not today".

"right". jolie replied. "when does the f1 qualy start?".

"uhm". you started. "in-".

"in less than an hour". you heard a male voice from behind you say.

charles, who was already in his red race suit, was standing behind you. his hair was a bit messy, probably because he had recently changed his clothes, and he was gently fixing it with his fingers. jolie, who was excited to see him, opened her arms to give him a warm hug. afterwards, he smiled at you and leaned in to give you a quick kiss on your right cheek. unintentionally, you felt yourself blushing at the innocent, but adorable action.

"it didn't go well, right?". he asked as he watched the results of the formula 2 sprint race on screen.

"yeah". jolie replied. "luckily there is another leclerc that we will be cheering on today".

"i'm afraid someone here is going to be rooting for anther driver". he said as he stared at you.

"i don't even like gasly that much". you replied and charles let out a loud laugh.

"she is always cheering for you". jolie said. "when you broke up, she would never miss a race and she would get so nervous sometimes that she would start praying".

"oh, really?".

"you didn't have to expose me like that, you know?". you told your sister who shrugged her shoulders.

"well, it's the truth". she said. "she's always gonna be your number one fan".

"good". charles replied. "because i am always going to be hers".

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hi hello I don’t know how to use tumblr but your blog convinced me (I had no idea there was such a gold mine of E V E R Y T H I N G on tumblr whew). Anyway I’m a slut for some slow burn romance, can I request something with Echo? Maybe reader has known him since 501st days and liked him since, and learning he lived and joined the bad batch just made her NEED to find him again? Ps I love you, you’re a beautiful soul ok bye

All Roads Lead to You

Echo X F!Reader

word count: 1.7k

Learning from Rex that Echo was alive, you knew you had to find him and after so many years and confess how you really feel for him before it’s too late again.

warnings: Fluff, cute reunion, mutual pining, friends to lovers, first kiss, brief mentions of Echo at the citadel, mentions of death. Safe for work. Female reader. Not proofread.

authors note: oh my darling @burningfieldof-clover I’m so sorry for the delay 🙈 this got lost in my drafts. Enjoy 🤍

"Hey, are you alright?"

Rex's voice reached your ears, but the words remained trapped in your throat. You stood there, rooted to the spot, a whirlwind of emotions raging within you. Tears welled up in your eyes as a million thoughts raced through your mind. Then again, how does one react to the miraculous news that the man you had loved for countless years, the man you had believed to be lost forever, was now alive?

It took the gentle wave of a hand in front of your face to snap you out of your daze. Blinking back your tears, you focused on Rex, who wore a concerned expression. "You okay?"

"Echo's alive?" you finally managed to croak out, your voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and hope.

A soft, reassuring smile graced Rex's lips as he nodded. "Yes, he's alive. He's been with another squad for quite some time now."

The shock of the revelation left you struggling to grasp the reality of the moment. Rex had delivered this life- news with such casual ease, unaware of the immense significance it held for you. He couldn't possibly fathom the depths of your feelings for the Arc Trooper.

Rex guided you to a quiet spot and began to unravel the incredible story of Echo's survival. To your horror, he painted a vivid picture of the ordeal Echo had endured from the Techno Union, how he was rescued and his choice about joining another squad. You truly had no ideal to cope with all this information, other than stare at Rex dumbfounded.

You had abandoned your position within the GAR years ago, unable to bear the pain of Echo's supposed death. But now, a chance had emerged, a chance to find Echo and to finally confess the love you had hidden away for years. However, the question of whether it was too late, whether Echo even held the same feelings for you, loomed large. But you had to find out one way or another. “How do I find Clone Force 99?”

Rex had been kind enough to provide you with the coordinates of the last known location Echo was heading to, and you had promptly booked a shuttle to get there. The journey was arduous, with doubt gnawing at your thoughts the entire way. Your mind whispered that this might be a foolish mistake, but the need to see Echo, to confirm his existence with your own eyes, outweighed all hesitation.

As the shuttle touched down on the unfamiliar planet, you felt a sense of disorientation and timid uncertainty. You questioned whether you should first explore your surroundings or make an attempt to find Echo yourself.

However, your gaze was drawn to the vast expanse of the ocean. It had been too long since you had witnessed such natural beauty, the sun's gentle rays dancing on the water's surface. The clean, fresh air was a stark contrast to the stuffy atmosphere of the deeper levels of Coruscant. You had overheard that this planet served as a refuge for many after the Clone Wars, and it seemed like the perfect place for it.

Lost in contemplation, you were brought back to the present by the presence of a small girl standing beside you, her bright brown eyes and short blonde hair catching your attention. She gazed up at you and inquired, "Are you okay?"

You offered her a warm smile and nodded. "Yeah, thanks. Just... taking it all in."

She eagerly inquired, "I love it here. Are you visiting someone or staying?"

Your soft laughter filled the air as you found her nosiness to be quite charming. Truth be told, you didn't see a reason to hide the purpose of your visit. "Visiting someone."

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Who? Maybe I know them?" Her eagerness was infectious, and you couldn't help but notice the familiarity in her eyes, a certain resemblance that tugged at your memories.

You began to answer, "Alright, he's called Ec—"

But before you could finish, a commanding voice interrupted, "Omega, come. We need to get going." The voice sent a shockwave through your heart, and your breath caught in your throat. It was a voice you had longed to hear, one you thought you'd never hear again.

Omega let out a sigh and offered you an apologetic look before turning and hurrying to the source of the voice. As you turned to see the speaker, your heart skipped a beat. Echo stood there, so different yet unmistakably the same. His gaze on you was strong, as if trying to piece a picture together of who you were.

"But Echo, I was helping her find someone," Omega protested, gesturing towards you. Her words were distant as Echo's gaze locked onto yours, trying to recognise the changes in your appearance from the last time he had seen you. Your hair, clothing, and your civilian guise had replaced the uniformed visage he remembered.

Interrupting the profound moment, Omega's question rang out, but both you and Echo remained captivated by the connection rekindled in that shared gaze. Soon, the other members of Echo’s squad gathered by Omega's side.

Hunter's curiosity was piqued as he observed the unfolding interaction, and he couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?" Omega simply shrugged, her eyes trained on Echo and you.

With a few more tentative steps, Echo closed the distance between you, his head tilted slightly as if to analyse you, to confirm that it was really you. Your voice quivered as you managed to say, "Hi, Echo," and he echoed your name in a soft, heartfelt tone.

A warm smile graced his lips as he admitted, "I can't believe it's you."

A gentle, albeit slightly teasing, response escaped your lips. "I could say the same."

Finally, the emotional barrier gave way, and you found yourselves locked in each other's arms, holding each other as though afraid to let go. "

I've missed you so much," you whispered into his chest, your glistening eyes revealing the depths of your longing. The tears threatened to spill, impossible to hold back any longer.

And then, an unexpected comment from one of Echo's companions, "I didn't know Echo had a girlfriend,” broke the tender moment and you could not help but laugh.

“Let me introduce you to the others,” Echo pulls out of the hug, offers you a reassuring smile and guides you to his new comrades.

Later that evening after some good, really good food, yourself and Echo take a walk down by the shore. Making small talk and catching up on everything you both have missed, it felt like nothing changed between you both. It was everything you could have hoped for.

"I really can't believe you're here," Echo chuckled, a sense of disbelief lingering in his voice. "I never thought I'd see you again."

A soft smile graced your lips as you matched his pace, coming to a stop as you spoke. "Me either."

Then, with a touch of hesitation, you blurted out, "So, uh, are you seeing anybody?" The question took even you by surprise, and it seemed to have a similar effect on Echo. His curiosity was piqued as he observed your flustered expression.

He folded his arms over his chest, shaking his head. "No, are you?"

Your reply came swiftly, perhaps a bit too swiftly for your liking. "No." You didn't give yourself a chance to consider the implications of your response, and Echo didn't press further.

His next question, however, held a hint of teasing, and his voice carried a subtle tone of curiosity. "Oh yeah? And why's that?" It seemed as though he was studying you, and for a brief moment, you thought he might have moved a bit closer, but it was hard to tell if it was just your imagination.

Your breath wavered as you gazed into Echo's eyes, your heart racing just like the first time you had ever met him. It felt like the right moment to lay bare the truth, to let him in on the emotions that had been tucked away for far too long.

"I have feelings," you began, your voice steady but your eyes now avoiding his, "for you. I have feelings for you."

Echo's eyes widened, and he blinked in astonishment, his words caught in his throat as he grappled with the unexpected confession. "You have feelings," he repeats, taking a step closer, his voice barely more than a whisper, "for me?"

You dipped your head, nodding as you ran a hand through your hair nervously. "I always have, Echo. I've loved you for so, so many years." The truth hung in the air between you, a confession that had been kept in the shadows for far too long.

The crashing waves almost drowned out the deafening silence that followed Echo's lack of response to your confession. Regret started to surge through you, the weight of the confession now hanging heavily in the clear air, making the situation uncomfortable and awkward.

"Sorry, I should go," you quickly uttered, turning to leave, but before you could take a step, his hand swiftly caught your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You stumbled slightly, finding yourself suddenly close to his chest, confusion painting your eyes.

In a moment that felt like a dream, Echo leaned in, nose nudging against your own and his breath brushing against your face with his lips hovering close to yours. "Echo?" you whispered, a rush of chills coursing through your body.

"I love you too," he finally uttered, his eyes closing as his lips met yours in a tender, affectionate embrace. "I've loved you since the first night I met you," he confessed, his warm breath mingling with yours as his hand moved to your waist, drawing you closer.

The kiss unfolded slowly, a perfect and intensely romantic connection, a moment that exceeded all your imagined dreams of being with Echo. It felt surreal, but his touch, his lips, assured you of his reality. When the kiss finally parted, he breathed, "Stay with us. Stay with me."

In that instant, any doubt vanished. You knew you would never even consider leaving his side again. Echo's confession sealed the bond, and you embraced the certainty that this was where you belonged, in his arms.

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taurussbabe · 1 year

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Hey! How are you?

I’ve been reading your blog over the past while and been really keen to request something for Mason…

Could you write an imagine where Mason invites the reader to the pub to meet all his mates. It’s a last minute thing, so the reader meets Mason after work. But she of course looks breathtaking…but maybe the reader is so tired from work so Mason takes her home at the end of the night and they have a cosy night in.

I’m very much in the feels right now, so I’ll take annnny fluff 😂

Thank you so much, have a good day! 🥰 xx

about... it's in the request 👆🧸

pairing: mason mount x fem!reader

A/n: hii! I'm good, thank you. I hope you like this anon! 🫶🤍

word count: 1k

"Hi love" you heard on the other side of the line, instantly making you smile

"Hi Babe, what's up?"

You could hear a lot of noise around him, but you were still able to listen to him chuckle at something someone had said.

"Listen, me and some of my mates are going to the pub. Do you wanna come join us?"

"Me?" You asked, not having met his friends yet and not really wanting to meet them after a work day.

"Yeah, I want my girl to meet my friends. And I only have one girlfriend, so yeah, you." You chuckled at his comment and thought about it for a second. "Love?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here, do you really want me to come? Have you seen how I look after work?"

"You mean absolutely breathtaking?" You could hear people behind him laughing and someone say 'oh mason is in looovee', what made you chuckle

"Thank you, and if you really want me to go, I'll be there, just send me the address"

He thanked you and said his goodbyes before hanging up.

Being with mason was different than anything else you've ever experienced, he was the nicest person to you, your ray of sunshine.

You really liked him and you knew he liked you too, but you have yet to meet his friends and family, but you weren't trying to rush your it because you haven't even said 'I love you' to each other. You felt it and you knew he felt you too but you didn't want to rush things, you both were aware of your feelings and that was enough for now.

Soon after he ended the call, you received a text with an address and a heart emoji next to it.

When you left work, you texted mason letting him know that you were leaving and asking for him to meet you outside.

Once you got to the address, you fixed your clothes a little bit, trying to look more fresh and also checked yourself on your phone to make sure your hair was still looking good. You walked the rest of the way and felt someone's eyes on you and when you looked up, you saw mason. You felt your heart flutter at the sight of him waiting for you, hands in is pockets.

"Hey" he said pulling you in for a hug, placing one hand on your cheek, kissing you softly before pulling you towards the pub, but you stopped him, pulling his hand.

"Do I look good?" You ask causing him to move both of his hands to yours, grabbing one and making you do a little spin

"Are you kidding me? Most gorgeous person in this whole country, hell, in this whole world. I'm one lucky guy to have you." His words made you blush and look down, when his other hand grabbed your chin, softly forcing you to look at him. "They're gonna love you, I promise. Are you ready?"

You just nodded, suddenly not feeling brave enough to said any words.

When you walked in the pub he held your hand and gave it a soft kiss, all while looking at you with complete love and adoration.

He pulled you by your hand through the pub until you reached a table full of his friends

"Guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend" he said while dragging his hand across your back, softly caressing you in an attempt to calm you.

Everyone greeted you and you ended up sitting in mason's lap, due to the smallness of the table, along with some of the other girls who were sitting in their boyfriend's lap as well.

"Are you okay?" Mason softly whispered on your ear

"Yeah, just tired" you said and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, followed by kai making 'wooo' sounds, clearly mocking mason

"Let them be, they're in love" sophia, his girlfriend, said, softly slapping his arm. You ignored the love comment and so did mason, only laughing at her gesture.

"Well, it was fun guys, but I think we're gonna head home"

"It was so nice meeting you all" you said as mason man hugged his mates while tou said goodbye to the girls.

The car ride home was quiet, his hand on your thigh, softly caressing it, while humming to the song the radio was playing

His eyes were on the rode but he often switched his gaze to look at you.

"You didn't need to come home with me, you were clearly having fun"

"I know, but I wanted to, where you are is where I want to be" he reached for you hand, kissing your knuckles sweetly

The rest of the ride was spent with you both singing along to songs, before he parked in his driveway.

You walked into the house, dropping yourself on the couch before sighing loudly

"I'm gonna run you a bath, be right back" he kissed the top of your head and you smiled at him

You got out of the bathroom, hair still half wet and saw mason lying on the bed, only in his sweatpants, scrolling on his phone before he noticed you and patted down on the bed next to him, signaling you to join him.

You laid down next to him and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him, head resting on his chest as he massaged your scalp.

"You know" he said, catching your attention causing you to look up at him "what they said, about being in love, they were actually right. I'm in love with you Y/n, you know, I think since the day I met you, and it's time you officially know that." He smiled at you, kissing the top of your head, making you blush slightly

"You're lucky, you know, because I happen to love you too, mason mount" he chuckled at your comment and hugged you tight, planting a million little kisses to your whole face.

The rest of the night was spent cuddling, talking about the future together, and a lot of make-out sessions.

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gracev0609 · 3 months

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Forever With You

Josh X Danny X Y/N

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit sexual content, Polyamory, m/f, m/m, this contains a polyamorous wedding celebration so if that isn't your thing move along❤️

Word Count: 3,700+

You put Josh's jeep into park in your driveway next to Danny's car. Turning your head you see Josh is staring at you with a dopey smile and love in his eyes,” Thank you for driving love. I had such a good time on our date night.”

You reached across the center console and cupped his cheek,” No problem Joshy, I know you love the cocktails there, I figured I might as well be the designated driver.” You placed your free hand on your growing bump.

“I'm not drunk! Just a little tipsy is all,” Josh giggled as he kissed the inside of your wrist,” I miss Danny.”

“He's just inside sweet boy.”

Josh got out of the car and worked his way to the drivers side, opening the door and helping you out. He laced your fingers together and led you to your front door. Once inside you discovered that Danny was busy working away while you were gone. He had cleaned the house and lit candles, he was nowhere to be found, but you were met with the smell of something delicious in the oven and sounds of clattering metal in the kitchen.

Walking into the kitchen hand in hand you were met with Danny taking cookies out of the oven.

“My loves! You're home right on time, these just finished.”

“Danny, you were so busy!” You exclaimed as Josh dropped your hand and went to embrace him.

Josh dipped his hands under the hem of Danny's shirt, touching the soft skin of his belly.

Blushing Danny also reveals,” I um, I also built the baby's crib too.”

Josh nuzzled into Danny's chest,” You're too good to us.”

Josh disconnects from Danny and sits down at the barstool next to yours as Danny begins to put the cookies he baked on a cooling tray.

Slowly Danny scoops up each cookie with the spatula and places it on the wire rack,” So, uh. I was thinking. About us, and how much I love you both. I was thinking, um. Maybe instead of getting wedding bands, we could get permanent jewelry. To signify that our love is more than a ring, it's forever, permanent.”

Danny turns back around to face you and is met with you and Josh staring at him,” Well maybe it's a dumb idea, we can't legally get married anyway-”

You interrupt his back tracking,” Danny, baby, are you proposing to us?”

Sheepishly Danny smiles,” I mean, kinda…. Yes. If you want that at least.”

You feel the emotion bubbling in your chest and you look over to Josh who's bottom lip is quivering, barely holding it together.

“Oh! Don't cry!”

Josh blurts,” You want to marry us?!”

You connect your glossy eyes with Danny's, seeing that his mirror your own,” Of course I do.”

Josh lets out a little choked sob,” I can't wait to call you my husband and my wife.”

You grasp Josh and Danny's hands, letting these emotions cover the three of you like sun rays, and you're basking in it.

Tentatively you ask, “ Can we have a little party, like a reception? Something small, we can have it in our backyard.”

Nodding Josh adds, “ We can get dressed up too. Invite our friends and family.”

Danny looks between the two of you,” So you really want to do this?”

Speaking over one another you and Josh vehemently agree.

Danny places a cookie in front of the three of you,” Fuck, I am so lucky.”

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The next day the three of you piled into Danny's car as he drove you to one of the local studios that offer permanent jewelry.

You ask your loves,” Are we doing necklaces or bracelets? I think I'd prefer a necklace honestly.”

Danny placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly,” A necklace sounds great babe, what do you think Josh?”

“A necklace is perfect, love. I'm so excited.”

Once inside the studio you told the artist that you were doing permanent necklaces, the three of you chose gold chains. The artist chose a thinner gauge chain for yours, a medium gauge for Josh, and a slightly thicker one for Danny. Insistent that it would compliment your builds the best.

All in all your appointment was over in forty five minutes, but the elation you felt was endless. You were yet again linking yourself to them forever and it felt so damn good.

Danny was unlocking the car when you stopped him,” Wait! We need a picture!”

Josh sidled up beside you with Danny taking up the rear, you held your phone out and snapped a picture.

Danny mused, picking at the gold chain around your neck, “See, this will be there forever, just like my love for you.”

Josh grabbed your phone to get a better look at the picture,” It's perfect! What do you say we use this to send to everyone we want to invite. Announce it, and have it next month?” He continued to ramble a bit,”I want to do it before the baby comes, and I'd think you would want to do it before you get super pregnant-”

“Next month is perfect baby.” You told him, easing his mind.

Later that evening you were scrounging up something to make for you and your loves for dinner when your phone dinged, a message from Josh. You furrowed your brow because you knew he was in the music room, why was he texting you?

Opening his text message thread you were met with an invitation template. Josh input the selfie you all took in your necklaces, with the words Bound to You underneath. Beneath that was your address inviting the recipients to come celebrate at your home and the date of which it was going to take place.

Another text from Josh came in reading, Forever with you my love ❤️ I already booked someone to man the bar😉 Start looking for a pretty outfit to wear, my wife.

Giddy emotions rose in your chest, you were so excited. You beelined it to the music room, where you were met with Josh and Danny sitting in front of a tablet on the desk.

“Do you like it?”Josh asked, biting at the skin on his fingers.

“Josh, I love it! It's perfect.”

Danny pulled you into his lap,his hands settling on your bump,” I was thinking, it would be kinda cool if we all wore white. I mean this whole thing is already super bohemian, might as well do whatever we want.’

“I think it's perfect.”

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One month went by quicker than you could have ever imagined. You stood in your bathroom putting the final curl in your hair, your party was set to start in a half hour. Unplugging your curling iron you set your hands on your growing bump, gently rubbing your hands over it, feeling the soft fabric of your flowy white dress.

“We're celebrating today sweet girl. Your daddies and I are going to be together forever,” you paused before continuing to murmur to your stomach,” I'm going to tell you all about this when you get older. How you were here with us, an extension of our love while we were celebrating it. So, so beautiful.”

You piece out your curls with your fingers when a soft knock on your door retrieves you from your thoughts.

Opening it you find Josh and Danny standing there in their white suits,” Can you do the white dots on our faces? Need them to be even- oh my God you look incredible!”

“Me? Did you look at yourselves, you two look stunning.”

You grab the white cream eyeliner pencil from Josh's hand and instruct him to sit on the counter, his hands rest on your bump as you carefully and evenly put the dots on his cheeks. Eventually you feel Danny's fingers dance along the swell of your ass,” Dan, I have to concentrate love.”

He lets out a boyish giggle as he places his hand back in his lap patiently waiting for his turn.

Once the three of you had beautifully placed white marks on your faces it was time to start welcoming guests.

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The sun had set quickly, but the magical glow of the twinkle lights and the candles kept the backyard atmospheric. At this point everyone was a few cocktails deep and you were sure your men were feeling as emotional as you were with your hormones. Everyone you loved was gathered in your backyard, looking around you saw friends and relatives, Danny was mingling with Josh's parents. You saw him tilt his head back and laugh. Josh came up with a cocktail in one hand and wrapped his free arm around your waist, his fingers softly swirling across your bump.

“You look ethereal in your pretty dress baby,” Josh murmurs in between kisses to your jaw,” I can't wait to rip it off of you later.”

Turning your head you scoffed,” Joshua you aren't ripping my dress!”

He giggles,” Okay, okay! But I'll be aggressively unzipping the zipper.”

With that you erupted in a fit of giggles. He always knew how to make you laugh.

“I promise I won't rip your beautiful dress my love,” Josh smirks,” my wife.”

You watched as Danny and Josh's mother approached you from across the lawn.

She wrapped her arms around you in an all encompassing hug,” Oh you look magnificent! You all look so pretty.”

She moves on to hug her oldest son,” Joshua. My baby. I was a little too emotional to tell you earlier,” a smile grew on your face as you remember the happy tears she cried,” I never imagined this for you. I'm so, so proud of you, your love knows no bounds. It's more than what I could have imagined.”

A large genuine toothy smile adorns his face,” Mom-”

Karen shushes him,” Just let me tell you all how much I love you okay?”

She turns to face Danny now,” You have always been a part of our family, when you and Sam became best friends, I just knew you'd be around forever. And now, you love my son so fiercely, I'm so happy.”

She clutches your hands in her own, her soft aged hands feel so comforting in your own,” Y/N. You brought them together, and I'm so thankful for that. You made them fathers. You are so incredible and I'm so glad they have you. I love you three so much, I am so happy for you.”

You purse your lips as your eyes get watery,'' We love you too. Thank you.”

The night got later and your husbands had more to drink. You felt like you had a permanent smile on your face. Each man, sometimes both would continue to check up on you and then flit off often times with one of their brothers.

Sam came up to you with Josh and Danny in tow. You smirked to yourself as you took in their squinty eyes and pink flushed cheeks.

Sam waved his camera around a bit,” Y/N! We have to recreate the picture from Christmas! You're so much bigger now!,” Sam realized what he said,” Fuck, not you! Uh, the baby! The baby is so much bigger now.”

You reassured Sam you knew what he meant and you pulled Josh into your side as Danny knelt down to press his lips against your stomach.

Josh pressed his lips to your cheek as Sam pressed the shutter button, successfully recreating the picture that was on your fridge from Christmas. You and your loves in front of the Christmas tree at Josh's parents house.

Danny grabbed his drink from the table behind him and he held it up,” Okay everyone! I have a little speech I want to say. Y/N, Josh, I love you. I can't believe you both agreed to be my partner, let alone for forever, but I am so incredibly blessed. I am so proud to call you both my husband and my wife. We have a beautiful baby on the way, and I'm so excited for that journey. I can't wait to be old and wrinkly with the both of you. I'm going to cherish every moment from now until then. You two are so special to me, I love you.”

Danny took a pull from his drink, and your guests clapped. Once he swallowed the liquid you pulled him in for a searing kiss.

Josh piped up,” Okay! My turn!,” he clasped his hands together,” Never in a million years did I think that you, Y/N, stealing my Iced Chai latte at that little coffee shop downtown would have turned into this beautiful life we have. Never did I think that you would lead me to the man I get to call my husband, never did I think I would get to call you my wife. I love you both so much, I'll love you both until my last breath.”

Furiously wiping away the tears forming in the corners of your eyes,” I'm gonna cry my damn makeup off,” you fan yourself trying to calm down,” All I can really think of to say is that I love you both. I can't believe this is my life, and I am so grateful for it.”

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“Yo Sam! Come on man! Let's go, you're the last one still dicking around,” Jake called from the foyer. You, Josh, and Jake were standing in the foyer by your front door. Sam was somewhere in your home, distracting Danny you were sure.

Josh nuzzles into the crook of your neck, lightly kissing and nipping it, with his arms wrapped around your body. You took a grounding deep breath as he subtly ground his erection into your ass.

You hear Sam's drunken voice,” But my best friend got married! We're celebrating! I'm so happy for him!”

Danny's steering him by the shoulders through the house closer to Jake.

“I get that buddy, but they want to do some celebrating themselves.”

You huff a laugh as you pretend Josh's length pressing into your skin isn't affecting you.

Once Sam is within Jake's grasp, he ushers him out the door, as Danny shuts it yelling a quick goodbye.

You heard the deadbolt lock and you pried yourself from Josh's limbs walking towards your bedroom,” Okay, I need the both of you inside me right now.”

Josh and Danny looked at each other a little stunned.

Looking over your shoulder,” You heard me!”

Danny quickly caught up to you, spinning you to face him before picking you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist you could feel him straining against his white dress pants, sending a shiver down your spine.

Gently Danny kneeled on your bed and lowered you to the middle of the mattress. You watched your loves undress until they were left in nothing but the gold chains around their necks.

Josh crawled over you, kissing up your chest before capturing your necklace between his teeth tugging on it slightly.

“I've been waiting to take this off all night.”

Josh's fingers found the zipper on your back and pulled it down before taking the straps of your dress in his hands, pulling it from your body. Your nipples instantly harden from the cool air in your bedroom and Danny observes,softly stroking himself,” You were naked under that sexy dress tonight? Such a dirty girl.”

Josh pushes his lips against yours in a needy kiss, guiding you backwards until your head hits the bed. He softly grinds his cock on the swell of your stomach,” You said you want us both inside you, how do you want us to do that baby?”

Josh props himself up on his arm, waiting for you to respond,” Well, I would love to experience both of you, in me, at the same time. But unfortunately both of my husbands have massive cocks and I truly don't think that would fit.”

Josh blushes a little,” I don't think that would work either.”

“You could finger me at the same time.”

Danny has come up from behind Josh, kissing and nipping at the both of your legs.

Danny's long calloused fingers swipe at the slick that has been accumulating, if you were honest, all night.

“Fuck Josh, our wife is so wet,” Danny's middle finger slips inside you,” Come feel her.”

Josh untangles himself from you and joins his husband as the foot of the bed. You groan when you feel Josh's fingers slip over your bundle of nerves. After a few minutes Josh removes his touch from your clit and instead slides two fingers parallel to Danny's, successfully filling you with both men.

“Fuck that feels so good!” You cry, arching into their touch.

Danny slides his thumb against your lower hole causing you to clench, and Josh takes his thumb gliding it over your puffy swollen clit.

“Ohhh, you're going to make me cum like that.”

Danny chuckles, “ That's the point sweetheart.”

Both men curl their fingers against your inner walls pushing you closer and closer to your high.

“Don't. Stop - fuck!”

Warmth spreads throughout your body as you convulse around their fingers, cumming hard.

Josh and Danny remove their hands from your body, and Danny grabs Josh's soaked fingers, putting them in his mouth and sucking your release off them.

Josh's cock pounds and he whimpers,” Please Danny.”

“What do you want sweet boy?”

“I wanna get fucked Danny.”

Danny stares at Josh for a moment longer, taunting him,” Are you going to be a sweet subby boy for us Josh?”

“Please give it to me Danny, your sweet boy needs it so bad. Choke me, spank me, make me fucking cry I don't care, I want it.”

Danny turns his attention to you,” Hear that baby? Joshy needs to be spoiled, let's make that happen love.”

Your clit throbbed at Josh's whining, and Danny got off of the bed and went to the drawer you keep your toys in.

As Danny was gathering an arsenal Josh got comfortable next to you on the bed.

“Are you having fun baby? Feel good?”

Reaching out you grab his leaking cock and softly stroke him, making him hiss.

“Yes Josh, I am having fun.”

Rising to your knees you swing your leg over his hip straddling him. You feel his cock hot and twitching underneath your core, just begging to be let inside.

“Please let me in love… let me feel how warm and wet that pretty pussy is.”

You bite back a moan as you lift your hips and fluidly let him enter you, sinking down on his length.

“Oh Fuuuck.”

You placed your hands on his chest as you started to grind your hips,” You… you said you want to be choked Josh?”

“Yeah, do it. Choke me.”

You slid your hand up his chest, up to his neck. He slightly nodded his head giving you permission to squeeze. Tightening your hold on his throat you rode him harder watching his eyes roll back as his cheeks redden.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer as you watched him submit to you.

He hoarsely spit out,” Slap me. Right across the face, fucking slap me.”

Your palm connected with Josh's cheek, smearing the white makeup across his face.

You peered down at him absolutely fucked out and the visual sent you spiraling over the edge, spraying him with your release.

“Good girl, cum all over him, that's it.” Danny praised.

When you settled down to catch your breath Danny questioned Josh,” You didn't cum, right sweet boy?”

Josh shook his head no,” Good boy, turn over ass up. I've found a toy for you.”

You switched spots with Josh and he arched in front of you. Josh crawled a little closer to you, so his face could connect with your cunt. He lazily licks and kisses your heat, Danny comes over and places the white silk scarf Josh was wearing earlier in your hand.

“You're going to choke him with this.”

You watch Danny get into position behind Josh, he reaches for the lube and drizzles it all over the toy. The toy in his hands? Bright blue vibrating anal beads.

“Is my husband ready to get his tight little ass fucked?”

Josh's chuckle quickly turned into a moan as the toy was turned on and the smallest bead was inserted.

“ I can see your pretty pink hole fluttering, you want more love?”

“Please.”

You groan as Josh's lips kiss over your lower lips,” More Danny, give him more.”

After a few more minutes of prepping Danny asks Josh if he's ready.

“So ready, I need to cum so bad.”

Danny removes the toy and lathers his cock in lube,” Loop the scarf around his neck babe.”

You did as you were told and Josh gave you a lazy fucked out smile in return.

Josh connected his mouth with your core once more as Danny slid inside him.

“Fuck you're so big Danny.”

Josh lapped and sucked on your most sensitive skin, moaning as Danny railed him, you remembered about the ends of the scarf in your hand and tugged lightly.

In turn Josh moans louder and your high starts to return in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, Josh, that's it baby. You feel so good around my cock!”

Danny delivers harsh blow after harsh blow to Josh's ass, spanking him.

Josh moans lowly as he cums without a touch to his cock. His release splattering across the sheets and your legs as he continues to get railed until Danny cums.

The feeling of his release on your skin paired with his sinful tongue flicking your clit makes you transcend into yet another climax of the night.

The three of you fall silent as you come down, carefully pulling away from each other, mindful of your overstimulated skin. The three of you flop down on the now ruined sheets, and you lace your fingers together with Josh and Danny's.

Josh chuckles, his voice sounding wrecked from his airway being restricted for so long,” What a way to consummate a marriage.”

Fin.

My babies got married 🥹 I hope you all love them as much as I do 🫶

#gvf #danny gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #gvf smut #iced chai universe

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builtbybrokenbells · 10 months

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Fluff prompt 5 with Sammy? 🥺

Thank youuu 🤍

Person A kissing person B in the rain

listen while reading: the best of my love • eagles

w/c: 1.7k

pairing: sam x reader

warnings: drinking, fluff 🫶🏻

i couldn’t help but add a song 🤭 (if you guys couldn’t tell, i am a huge fan of eagles) thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!! ♥️

Prompt list here

“It was really nice of the last owners to leave their patio furniture for us.” You chuckled, leaning back into the cushion of the lawn chair. You grabbed the wine glass sitting on the table beside you, placing it to your lips and taking a long sip.

“They seemed like they wanted to get out of here pretty fast,” Sam noted, looking around at the backyard. “Maybe it’s haunted?” He looked back to you, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess we’ll find out.” You shrugged, already making plans in your head for the possibilities of the large yard. “The realtor never mentioned any ghosts, but I suppose it isn’t a very good selling point.”

“I think it gives a house character.”

“Ah, yes.” You chuckled. “Evil presence always adds a little pizzazz.”

“I never said they were evil.” He reached over from the seat beside you, resting his hand on your thigh just below the hem of your shorts. You slipped your hand into his, lacing your fingers together. “They could be friendly.”

“Let’s hold off on the hope that our new house is haunted, yeah?” You laughed, shutting the idea down. “I’d rather no ghosts at all.”

You both fell back into silence, listening to the hum of music float through the air from the inside of the house. It had been a very long day of moving, and you and Sam were enjoying the few moments of serenity after hours of hectic work. As tired as you were, you were overjoyed about the days events. The last few months had been solely dedicated to house hunting. Sam wanted to find a place before he had to leave for tour again, just to ensure you were moved and settled in before he had to go. The decision to buy a home together was not a small one, but it was the right one. There was no doubt in either of your minds, certain it wasn’t a mistake, because you had spent most of your lives hopelessly in love with each other. It was new, but not irrational.

So, that morning, you’d packed up the last of your items from your shared apartment and recruited his brothers. The moving process was easy enough with five people, but still tiring. The most of the work was yet to come, though. All of the boxes piled in different rooms were begging to be unpacked. After ordering food and enjoying dinner together, the rest of the boys retired for the day with a promise to be back in the morning. That left you and Sam alone in your own house for the very first time. Instead of tackling the pile of work still left, Sam cracked open a bottle of wine and invited you out to the patio to enjoy the last little bit of daylight. You were thankful that the previous family left their furniture, even if it was old and run down. The abandonment allowed you both to thoroughly enjoy the memory of your first night in your first home.

Although the sun was still shining, the clouds were slowly enveloping the rays and blocking the warmth. It would soon be dusk, but the now-grey sky served as a warning of rain. You figured it best to pack up the party and head inside, but your aching body was begging you to stay seated. The buzz of wine in your bloodstream was convincing you that the rain was no area of real concern. “I’m thinking we could put a pool on that side of the deck.” Sam pointed to the edge of the wooden patio, eyes focused on the flimsy fencing. “We can just knock that part of the fence down.”

“Yeah, I like that.” You nodded. “I think we could put a garden over there.” You motioned towards the corner of the property that adorned a small bed of flowers. “I like the flowers, we can keep them, but just add on to it.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, nodding, too. “More wine, darling?” He asked, his tone dramatic. He picked up the bottle, tilting it towards your empty glass with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, why not?” You grinned. “We are celebrating, aren’t we?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he screwed the cap off, pouring the last of the wine into your glass. You brought his hand that was holding yours to your lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. He let go of his grip on you, bringing the knuckle of his index finger to your cheek and gently caressed your face. You closed your eyes in response to the feeling. His touch was your favourite sensation; always tender and full of love, letting you know how much he adored you without even having to speak.

He let his palm fall on the back of your neck, gently guiding you towards him. You obliged, leaning over the chair as he did the same. You reached out, your own hand landing on his cheek and cupping it. You pulled him a little closer, capturing him in a kiss. It was sweet, lasting a little longer than usual due to your shared excitement for the milestone. When he pulled away, you almost protested the loss of contact. “I’m so excited.” He admitted, a goofy smile plastered on his lips.

“I am, too.” You breathed, completely enthralled in the expression on his face. He was beautiful, completely captivating and he didn’t even have to try. As soon as he walked into a room, he caught attention simply by existing. You couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to start such a big chapter of life with him.

“We’re really doing this thing, aren’t we?”

“What thing?” You giggled.

“Life, love, family,” he listed. You felt a flutter in your stomach at the statement.

“I guess so.” You smiled. “Grown-ups, now.” He let out a hum of agreement. Just as you were about to lean in for another kiss, the looming grey clouds finally covered the sun completely. The first raindrop that landed on your head was barely noticeable. Even so, the first signified the quick falling of hundreds more; the inviting rays of sun were replaced with warm rain washing over both of you in an instant. You jumped up out of your seat, ready to make a break for the door. Sam followed suit, presumably to do the same. Instead of following you inside, he grabbed your hand before you could get away. “Come on, we’re getting soaked!” You expelled over the sound of puttering rain against the wooden panels below you.

“Hold on,” he answered, pulling you back towards him. “You won’t melt, you’re fine.” He slipped his arms around your waist, guiding your body into his.

“We can hug in the kitchen, you know, where it’s dry?”

“Live a little.” He replied, showing no signs of letting you go. After a moment, you realized there was no escaping his hold. Your clothes were already drenched and your hair was, too. The only thing going inside would achieve was ruining the moment. So, you played along. You wrapped your arms around his neck, suddenly not caring about the worsening rain storm. “You hear that?” He asked. You shook your head. “The song?” You listened a bit closer, trying to pick the tune out over the sound of the rain. After a moment, you recognized the lyrics.

“Eagles.”

“Mhm, which one?” He pressed.

“The Best of My Love.” You answered, no hesitation present. “My favourite song.” He nodded, happy at how quick you answered.

“Remember that night at the bar?”

“Yeah,” you said, watching his face. The rain was a distant memory; the only thing that mattered was the boy before you. “The night we got together.”

“You looked so pretty. You played pool with Danny all night, but I couldn’t stop staring at you, hoping you would ask me to play instead.” He admitted. “I was so in love with you, even back then. I think I fell for you the minute I met you.”

“I think I did, too.”

“I know I always told you it was a coincidence that it played that night, but I asked them to play it.” He confessed. Although you always had a sneaking suspicion, he never outright admitted it. “If I was going to ask you to dance, I wanted it to be to the right song. I knew it was your favourite. Your eyes light up every time it comes on.”

“Sneaky,” You teased, but you could barely chastise him for it; it was the sweetest confession anyone had ever made to you.

“Dance with me again?” He didn’t even have to ask. You were completely under his spell and willing to do whatever he wanted; hopelessly in love with him with no sign of recovery. Not that you wanted to, anyway. The thought of being this in love with each other forever was nothing short of a comfort.

The two of you swayed to the distant music, occasionally stumbling over your feet because you were too enthralled in each others faces. He twirled you around, landing you safely back in his arms. Both of you were drenched with rain, but it was the least of your worries. The memory of your first night in your own home was greater than either of you could have ever anticipated. You never wanted to miss a single moment of joy you were lucky enough to share with him. As the song was drawing to a close, he pulled you back into him by your hips. He lifted one hand, cupping your cheek and guiding your face upwards. He leaned down, kissing you with every ounce of love he could muster. You pulled him a little closer, arms still locked around his neck. If you could, you would have lived in that moment for the rest of your life.

He parted from you, but just barely. His lips were still ghosting over your own when he spoke again. “I’d like to marry you to that song, someday, too.”

“It’s a little sad to be a wedding song, don’t you think?”

“It reminds me of you. To me, it’s the happiest song in the world.” You felt your cheeks heat up again, another blush forcing its way onto your cheeks. The droplets of water streaming down your faces just made the moment all the more intimate.

“I think we can make that happen, then.” You whispered. A smile broke out on his face once more. “I love you.”

“I love you, more than anything.” He replied, pulling you into another kiss. Not even the rain falling could put a damper on the mood; you had a promise to spend the rest of your life with Sam, and that was enough make any rainy day a little bit brighter.

•

god i love sam so much it physically pains me

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thecooleralessa · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if you can do a SUB!elvis story again? I really enjoyed the last one.

I was wondering if you could do one where Elvis was mocking your moans but you showed him that his was worse if that makes sense?? Idk how to sentence it properly it i hope you understane😭😭

I love your stories!!!

hi anon! thank you so much for your request, and don’t you worry, i got it!! i appreciate all the love, thank you so much! hope you like it. 🤍

nowadays has been a little difficult for me cuz i’m struggling with writer block :'), so i sincerely apologize if this one is bad or just too short. i’m seeing the other requests and i pinky promise i’ll work on them soon. thank you!

the first rays of sunlight lit up your room. the dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. a warm and lazy sunlight lights up your vision, making you whine with the sudden light. you tried to move so you could face elvis, but he was holding you tight, his arm kinda squeezing your waist.

“good mornin’,” he kissed your ear, making your skin prickles.

“you were already awake, babe?” you asked, receiving a lazy ‘uhuh’ from him. “why didn’t you get up then?”

“i was waiting for you,” he sniffed your messy hair. “you look like an angel when you sleep, mama.”

you felt your cheeks burning as you adjusted yourself on the bed, touching his hand as you closed your eyes again.

“i missed you so much,” his voice was husky, making your belly feels funny.

“what do you want, elvis?” you jokily asked him, giggling a little, but he was dead serious. he burried his face into your neck, leaving love bites behind, as his hands traveled through your waist and abdomen.

“i want you,” he whispered on your ear, making you moan softly. he giggled a little, his hands stopping on the edge of your shirt. “do you want me?”

you nodded, too shy to say it. he pulled your shirt, making you squirmed with the cold air hitting your soft skin.

“i love when you go to sleep without your bra, honey,” he smirked against your skin, his warm hands squeezed your breasts. “makes my job easier.”

you both giggled a little, and you moaned louder as he squeezed your breasts harder, pulling your top completely. “elvis...” you whispered.

“say it to me,” he husked. “say you want me.”

“i want you...” you trembled. “please elvis, i want you.”

he seemed satisfied, his hands entering your pants in a second, touching the soft texture of your panties. you moaned out loud.

“look at you,” he howled. “i didn’t even touch you and you’re moaning like a slut on heat. how pathetic.”

you felt shockwaves through your whole body; you loved when he praised you, that was true, but you couldn’t deny the good feeling when he called you a slut. you bit your bottom lip, rolling your eyes.

“you do the exactly same thing, and even worse than me,” you smirked as your felt holes into your skin, elvis staring at you hungrily.

“is that so?” he asked, and you nodded, looking at him, eager.

“wanna bet?”

“go for it then, little girl.”

you quickly turned around, pulling elvis to a heated kiss as you topped him, making sure he wasn’t going to react so quick. you took off his shir, then both of you took each other’s pajamas, totally baked now.

at first it was innocent; just both of you giving each other some love. elvis squeezed your ass, and to respond you pulled his sensitive nipples, making him squirm.

and then, adjusting yourself, you let elvis’s cock slide inside you, feeling his length screaching you out. you breathed heavily while elvis moaned, finally feeling your wetness meeting his hard cock felt like heaven to him. he bit his bottom lip, his hands going to grab your waist to help you, but you smaked both of his hands.

“keep your hands by your side, don’t touch me,” you commanded. elvis whined in response, but he made your wish. “look at you... such a good slut. so obedient for me.”

he moaned out loud, feeling embarrassed in the next second, looking away with his cheeks dark red. you left out a loud chuckle. “i fucking told you, didn’t i?” you said.

it didn’t take long for you to start riding elvis. you weren’t bouncing yet, just going back and forth. the feeling was delicious, but you kept your posture; elvis, however, was dizzy for more friction. his dick twitched inside of you, pulsing, even. elvis started to slowly wiggle his hips, trying to make you truly ride him.

“you want that so hard, huh?” you asked, making fun of him, while he dumbly noodles at you. you swinged your hips more, making him sees stars. “say you want it.”

“fuck, mommy,” there it was, that sweet nickname. you loved it so fucking much. “please, i want it. please, i want it so bad... i’ll be good, i promise.”

“good,” you howled as you started bouncing around him, both skins slapping against each other, the wet sound being embarrassingly loud, but both of you didn’t care.

“fuck, mama,” he squirmed. “fuck, that’s so good. please, please, keep going...” he said as he proceeded to moan again. you simply giggled as you continued your moviments, going faster each second. he closed his eyes shut, trying his hard to not touch you as you commanded earlier.

“look at me,” you said. elvis opened his eyes lazily, his face red. you started to play with your breasts, pulling your nipples with strength, making yourself good while riding him. “i want you to see.”

“fuck,” he almost cried out. “don’t do this to me, mommy, lemme help you, please.”

“oh,” you shocked your head, smirking. “you look like a dog, elvis. all wet, whining, with this puppies fucking stupid eyes looking at its owner, you know that?”

elvis moaned once again with your moviments as he didn’t take his eyes off you, watching all of you, begging to be a little touchy. instead of a yes, you slapped his face, making him cry out.

“you’re gonna get everything i give you and your fucking mouth is gonna be shut, did you get it, pet?”

“yes, ma’am,” he whispered as his eyes got watery. your moviments were getting faster, elvis couldn’t stop moaning.

“good,” you squirmed. “so fucking good...” you started to slowly lose your posture, feeling your orgasm building up, your legs shaking.

“mommy,” his voice was needy, you looked down on him. “please, mommy— ‘m gonna cum. please, let me cum inside of you, please!”

“fuck, elvis...” the idea of cumming inside always made you feel so good, it was dizzy. “okay,” you nodded. “cum inside of me, pet. fuck— fuuuckk!”

you screamed your release as your body felt overwhelmed for a few seconds, too sensitive. elvis came right with you, breaking your order by staying with his hands besides his body, grabbing your waist roughly while he released himself into you, filling you up.

“holy shit,” he moaned as his whole body felt weak. “holy shit babe, that was...”

“amazing, i know. you’re welcome.” you both chuckled a little. you pulled yourself off him as he helped you to lay besides him. the bed shelf was a completely mess, but both of you didn’t care.

“you moaned like a slut on heat more than me,” you said.

“shut up.” he smaked your arm playfully, then both of you laughed about the situation.

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sleepysnk · 2 years

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a/n: i got this idea after sitting in my room for hours thinking about dad!madara, so here are those thoughts 😭. i hope you all enjoy! 🤍

pairings: madara uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, fluff, dad!madara, mentions of babies (if that’s a warning?), very wholesome content.

Restless Nights ft. Madara Uchiha

Madara stirred around in his deep slumber, his body fighting to stay asleep. Though, that fight came to an abrupt end when the Uchiha’s eyes suddenly peeled open, revealing the darkness of the ceiling above him.

He wasn’t sure what time it was.

Not that it mattered anyway, but he was kind of annoyed that he was brought out of his sleep. He was a pretty deep sleeper, so he was curious as to what woke him up. Was there a noise? Had you gotten up to use the bathroom? He didn’t know, but all he knew was that he was going to go back to sleep as quickly as possible. He didn’t want to waste another minute to get some well deserved shut eye.

As he turned on his right side, he settled into the mattress, making sure to pull the blankets over his side. He also made sure to double check that you still had some as well, because he knew you’d get annoyed if you didn’t have any blankets on your side.

Madara was about to shut his eyes for the rest of the night, but the sound of fussing coming from the baby monitor beside his bedside table caused that action to pause. Those fussing noises then turned into cries. The cries came from his baby daughter, Star, and she didn’t sound too happy on the other end.

The sound of the baby crying caused you to wake up as well. Madara felt you moving around on the other side of the bed, and you let out a few groans when you heard Star crying once again. You weren’t sure why she was up again, but you couldn’t exactly complain. This was parenthood, and you couldn’t let her keep crying in her crib like that.

Madara flipped over so he was now laying on his back. His eyes were now fully open, and he was looking at you now. The only light came from the moon which was basking its rays against you from the darkened curtains near the window. You looked like such an angel in the light, and he couldn’t help but brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek. You reached for his wrist, squeezing at it so you could acknowledge his touch.

Reality soon washed over him, and that was that his daughter was still crying.

He looked at how tired you seemed in bed. It was true that you had spent a lot of your nights caring for your baby. Madara couldn’t count the many times you rose out of bed at the crack of dawn just to change Star’s diaper, or to feed her whenever she was hungry. You were such an amazing mom, and he was so happy you were the mother of his child.

He figured it was time for him to add in some extra work. Madara often helped you whenever you needed it, but you insisted multiple times that you’d wake up to deal with Star. He never objected, but, this time, he wasn’t going to take that answer.

“I’ll get her..” he spoke to you softly, rubbing your cheek with love.

You opened of your eyes, letting out air through your nose. “No.. don’t worry, I can take care of it. She’s probably hungry..” you sounded so tired, and, judging by your voice, it sounded like you were half asleep. Madara couldn’t blame you either. You were woken up out of sleep and you were still in bed.

He shook his head, “No, darling, I’ll take care of her.. you just go back to sleep, okay? I promise I’ll make sure she’s fine..” he leaned forward to press a kiss onto your forehead.

Part of you wanted to put up a fight, but your body was exhausted. It was true that you spent many nights waking up to assist your daughter, and that often led you to not sleeping throughout the whole night. You were quite the grouch whenever it came to missing sleep, but you didn’t want to have Madara doing all of the work. You loved your daughter, and you wanted the best care for her.

You couldn’t lie and say you wanted a break. Madara had work while you stayed home with Star, and you could barely get a moment by yourself. Your maternity leave was almost up, and, soon, you’d have to leave Star in the care of your parents. It wasn’t a bad thing, no, but you were so tired from everything.

Feeling too burnt out, you nodded your head and gave into Madara. He took your silence as your answer, and he sat up in bed to get ready to go to the nursery where your daughter slept.

Before he left, he pressed a small kiss against your cheek. This caused you to smile. He really was the most perfect husband you could ask for.

Madara pulled the blankets off his body, turning to the edge of the bed to place his feet on to the carpeted floor. He could still hear the sounds of Star crying in the room across from the one you both shared. He quickly stood up, making his way around the bed towards your bedroom door.

He turned the knob to the door, entering the hallway. He made sure to close it so you could get the best sleep possible. Madara knew you deserved your slumber, and he was going to interrupt that.

Madara walked across the corridor to where your daughter slept. He could hear her still whining inside of her room, so he made sure to up his pace to assist her.

He slowly pushed open the door to the nursery. He was faced with the sight of Star in her crib. Madara could see in the moonlight that she was very upset, and he could feel his heart tugging from her emotions. One thing about his daughter was that she could be quite emotional about anything. Her food is one minute late? She’s having a small fit. He didn’t mind it though, babies were always the types to notice every little thing.

He slowly crept into the room so he was now standing above her crib. “Shh.. it’s okay, Star.. daddy is here,” he cooed, trying to calm the upset baby down.

Madara reached downward to scoop Star into his arms. He softly smiled when he saw her pajama’s. You always had the best outfit ideas for her, and you swore from up and down that your daughter would be a fashion icon before she could even walk. Right now, that was the case.

Star wore a baby pink onesie. The onesie was decorated with small unicorns with horns that shined with glitter. Madara couldn’t think of a better outfit idea for Star, because, to be frank, he had no clue how to dress her.

Madara started to rock his daughter in his arms. Her once loud cries began to die down, and her tears came to a halt. He didn’t think he was that good at calming her down. There were several occasions where the crying got worse from him trying to assist. Though, he was relieved that she was slowly calming down, so it made it easier on him and you. The last thing he’d want is to wake you up to calm your baby.

He stared to analyze if anything was upsetting Star. Madara learned very quickly that babies can be set off by anything, so he wondered if she possibly needed a diaper change or a small noise triggered her.

He couldn’t really smell anything that could give off that she needed her diaper changed, so he knew she was probably hungry. It had been a while since she was put down for bed, so he would definitely have to feed her. You had left some formula in the fridge if she ever needed it, so Madara knew exactly what to do in this situation.

“Wanna eat, sweet thing..?” Madara wiggled his finger around Star’s eyes to get her to focus on him. Yes, he was aware that his daughter probably didn’t know what he was saying, but he loved seeing her little smile whenever he did speak to her.

He made sure to keep Star secure in his arms as he turned to exit her nursery. He wanted to assure that she wouldn’t make any noises while he slipped past your bedroom. Waking you up would for sure lead him to getting a lecture the next morning.

Madara made it to the top of the stairs. He had to be extra careful. He wasn’t a huge fan of bringing a baby down the stairs, especially his own daughter. There were times where Madara almost passed out whenever you’d go down the stairs and almost slip. He tried insisting that you guys should install an escalator or something as a joke, but you claimed you didn’t need it.

He slowly stepped down the carpeted stairs. He made sure keep a fine grip on Star so she wouldn’t slip from his arms. Madara felt lucky that your home didn’t have a huge line of stairs.

Once he made it to the end, he let out a sigh of relief. He thought he was going to explode from how anxious he was going down.

Madara turned the corner and headed towards the kitchen. It was kind of dark, so he had to squint a little bit in order to see. As he grew closer, he saw the faint kitchen light illuminating its glow. He thought those kinds of lights were stupid, but, now, he considered that thing his best friend.

He stepped towards the fridge, pulling the handle so it was now open. He squinted from how bright the light was, and he could feel the goosebumps erupting onto his skin from the chilly air that poured from the confines of the refrigerator. His dark eyes scanned the shelves for Star’s baby bottle.

Madara’s eyes narrowed once he saw the plastic bottle sitting on the top shelf. It was filled about three-fourths of the way full, so it was just enough for Star to eat. He pulled it out, and shut the fridge door with his hip. He occasionally looked down at his daughter to make sure that she was okay. He couldn’t help but laugh at her blank expression. She seemed so bored, and her face was screaming “dad, what are you doing?”

He lifted his eyes so he could pay attention to what was in front of him. Madara made sure to keep the bottle in his left hand, and his daughter in his right arm.

Once he made it to the stairs, he slowly crept up them. There was an occasional squeak or two that came from the steps, but, other than that, he was as quiet as a mouse. Star was also silent as well except for her random exhales that were normal for her.

Madara reached the top of the stairs, continuing his route towards Star’s room. He didn’t hear you, so he assumed that you had fallen asleep. He was happy for that. You deserve more rest than anything else in the world, and he was going to make sure of that.

Stepping into the nursery, Madara left the door just slightly ajar. He adjusted his hood on his daughter as he walked towards the chair you used to breastfeed her. It was a oak-colored rocking chair you had received as a gift from one of your friends at your baby shower. Madara practically spent all of his time building the nursery with his friend, Hashirama.

Madara slowly sat down on the chair. He took the bottle of formula which was in his right hand, and tilted it towards Star’s mouth. He almost laughed out loud when he saw how quickly she went for the nozzle where the formula came out of. She must have been quite hungry, because, judging by how fast she was drinking the liquid, she needed to eat.

He made sure to keep the bottle firm so none of the contents would leak out. He also made sure that she wouldn’t choke on accident.

“You’re just like your daddy.. always having an appetite..” he whispered in a low voice.

Looking down at her precious face, Madara couldn’t help but admire how beautiful his daughter was. She was everything he ever wanted in life, and he was so thankful to have become her father.

When he found out you were pregnant, he was absolutely ecstatic. Becoming a parent was a dream he had for such a long time, but he didn’t think it’d come for a while. Sure, you two had been trying for a bit of time, but it hit him like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t unhappy, no, he was beyond excited to start this new journey with you.

The pregnancy was long, and Madara was there every step of the way. Within the blink of an eye, you were already nine months, and he was so excited to meet his little girl. He practically shoved everyone out of the way when your best friend had called and said your water had broken while you were out.

When Star was born, Madara felt such immense happiness bursting through him. Star completely resembled her father, but she had your personality. Madara liked to joke around that she’d have his hair and you’d be the one dealing with the mess every morning. That thought alone always made you roll your eyes, and call him crazy if he thought that was going to happen.

He practically cried the moment he saw her laying on your chest. He couldn’t believe that he was finally a father.

Meeting Star made his life so much happier. He often showed off his baby daughter to anyone he came across. You often would snatch his cellphone away to remind him that not everyone needed to know you had a child, but he always bickered back saying that she was a blessing and blessings should be shown off.

Madara wasn’t the most perfect father. He was a first time dad, and he had no clue how babies worked. There was a time where he left your diaper on the wrong way, and you practically tore his head off about it. Though, you had messed up a couple of times yourself and he always reminded you of that.

Then, those dreaded doctor trips. God, he hated going to those.

He trusted medical professionals more than anybody in the world. His biggest worry though was that something was wrong with Star, or that she was sick. The vaccinations were the worst part. He hated seeing her crying face whenever the doctor poked a needle into her small arm. He practically shed tears for her.

Madara became this protective dad. He always watched everyone carefully whenever they around his daughter. People could be threats, and he wouldn’t let a damn soul get his hands on Star.

Besides all of that, he couldn’t be happier with his life. He had an amazing wife, a precious daughter. What more could he ask for? He often felt like he was the luckiest man on the earth. You brought an amazing blessing into this world, and it definitely made his love for you stronger than anything else in the universe.

Madara’s thoughts were suddenly broken apart by the notice that the bottle in his hand was now empty. He also noticed that Star was now fast asleep. There was a little bit of her formula leaking from her lip, so he made sure to clean it off with the towel beside her rocking chair. It made him chuckle a bit.

He leaned against the chair, placing the small bottle on the table beside him. He slowly rocked her in his arms, making sure to not be too aggressive so she wouldn’t wake up. He smiled at how adorable she was when she slept. Her relaxed features, and her precious face made him so happy.

The rocking motion made his eyes feel heavy, and he could feel himself slipping into sleep. He tried his best to stay awake, but he started to drift off.

Before he knew it, he was fast into a deep slumber with his daughter in his arms.

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Hi🥺sorry I was wondering if I could request headcanons for Tenn x Reader and fun autumn activities they would do together. If that’s okay! Thank you🤍

SWEATER WEATHER.

Because, as leaves decay, your heart feels more alive by his side.

ft. Kujo Tenn x gn! reader.

cw/genre: pure fluff.

thank you for this request, lovely anon ! I think this is a super cute idea <3 sorry this took a while to post, I still hope it’s to your liking 🩷

Sunrises.

— Tenn likes going on walks in the early morning, night still very much clinging to the heavens, the halo of the sun barely a fine line in the horizon.

— And as much as you feel sleepy so early, you have to admit, you wouldn’t want to miss these moments with your boyfriend for anything in the world.

— Especially not now with the weather getting colder, the dawn breeze and his hand in yours rousing your soul, a sense of positivity and warmth settling around you, a burst of energy for the day ahead.

— There’s the added plus that in these instants, the streets are still not too crowded, your displays of affection not needing to be so restrained.

♡

With fingers interlaced, you and Tenn step towards the approaching sunrise, your arm lovingly holding onto his, as your cheek rests on his shoulder.

Stray leaves flutter past, catching the golden glint of dawn as they sway in the autumn wind.

You smile, moments like this, in the quiet of just you and him… they were worth waking up early for.

Mindlessly, you let out a soft yawn.

“Are you tired, my love?” Tenn asks, as you two slowly come to a stop, both his hands sliding down to find yours.

You give him a sweet smile, his gaze, the color of the new season, illuminated by it and the first rays of sun.

“Just a bit sleepy…” Your eyes meet his. “But this is worth it, I like these moments with you, angel.” You tell him, with a fleeting kiss to the corner of his rosy lips.

Tenn squeezes your hands. Then, he pulls you towards him, his lips fully catching yours properly, his sweetness filling your senses as your eyes close and you let yourself be lifted on angel wings and idyllic dreams.

The autumn dawn wraps around you and your lover as a warm blanket.

This was way better than sleeping in.

Apple picking.

— It’s not news to you that your boyfriend loves sweets. And what better way to welcome autumn than to pick apples to bake a pie?

— Tenn likes dates in places where he can relax, and this activity offers that alright.

— The gilded hues of the tree leaves, the sweet scent of the fruits, the chilly air… They all make for an ideal atmosphere.

— And, of course, being next to you makes it all better.

♡

“Come on Tenn!” You call him, waving your free hand at him, an empty basket hanging from your other arm. “Look how many apples there are!” You run to your boyfriend. “We’ll make the tastiest pie ever!” You exclaim, tugging him along by the hand.

He chuckles, your excitement is so cute and endearing… Tenn can’t help the tender stare in his warm eyes as he follows you.

“[Y/n],” your boyfriend giggles. “Don’t go so fast.” A soft airy laugh leaves his lips when you turn around, head tilted to the side.

With care, Tenn adjusts your coat and scarf around your shoulders.

“There.” He nods, approvingly, fingers lingering on your jawline for a little longer. “We can’t have you catching a cold now, can we?” He whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear, pulling away with a kiss to your cheek.

You certainly don’t feel cold at all now.

Adopting a stray kitten.

— Cats are Tenn’s favorite animals, he loves them so much!

— So it doesn’t come as a shock when you see him having a soft spot for the fluffy creatures.

— It was usual for your boyfriend to leave food on his doorstep for the neighborhood cats, you found it very endearing when you found out one night you spent at his place.

— So, seeing the little ginger kitten, alone on a rainy afternoon… He couldn’t leave the little one there alone, and honestly, neither could you.

♡

Choked out meowing pulls Tenn out of the monotony of falling raindrops.

Despite being just afternoon, smoky clouds have draped a mantle of darkness over the day, lights from the traffic reflected on the puddle-filled concrete.

That meowing sound again.

“Did you hear that?” Your boyfriend asks, inclining his head in the direction the sound came from, making sure his umbrella is fully covering you.

You nod.

“It sounded like a cat…” You say, tone concerned, your brows a little furrowed at the thought of a poor kitten in this downpour.

The pitiful mewls reach you again.

“It seems to come from- Tenn!” Is all you have time to utter before your boyfriend thrusts the umbrella you two were using into your hands, running towards the side alley the meowing was coming from.

You take off after him, breathing ragged when you finally reach him.

Tenn is crouching on the ground, a ball of ginger fur at his feet, no doubt the owner of the mewls.

“[Y/n], look…” The idol trails off, eyes of sunset clouds kind, yet sadness lingers over them. “For this little one to get caught up in this weather…”

You lower yourself to his side, covering both of them with your umbrella.

The small cat lets out a hoarse sound, almost like a cough.

He seems so fragile and helpless… You just can’t leave him here.

Before you can say anything, however, Tenn is already taking off his scarf, scooping up the orange kitten into his arms, safely wrapped in the woolen fabric.

The little one looks up at you two with huge eyes.

Somehow, it reminds you of someone you’ve seen somewhere before…

The kitten nuzzles against Tenn’s chest, settling comfortably into his arms.

“Let's get you home now, little one.” Your lover softly tells the small creature, as you three shield from the cold rain under the same umbrella.

Baking.

— The colder months are perfect for stay at home dates, which also happen to be Tenn’s favorite kind.

— There’s so many possibilities as to what you can make, from cookies to pie to cupcakes.

— And, of course, his favorite: donuts.

— The sheer look of joy on his face when he eats them is certainly priceless.

♡

A chuckle leaves your lips at the sight of your boyfriend so eager.

The usually composed and perfect center of the prestigious group TRIGGER, starry eyed at the treat that was waiting in front of him.

Adorable.

The scent of rich molten chocolate wafts around the kitchen, as you dust powdered sugar over the rounded treats, a layer of sweet snow, like his favorite season.

Familiar arms loop around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Are they ready yet?” Tenn asks, lips trailing kisses from your cheek to your jawline.

He always knew how to use his charm to get what he wanted.

You grin, mischief glinting in your eyes when you turn around.

“Hmm…” You pick up one of the just made donuts, bringing it to your lips. You take a bite, savoring its sweetness for an instant. “I’d say they are ready, yes.” You utter, licking the remnants of chocolate from your lips. “Want a taste?” You tease, hovering the donut in front of your boyfriend.

He makes to reach for it with a hand, but you take it in yours, fingers intertwining.

And then you lean in, gifting your lover with the sweetness of glazed sugar and cocoa directly from your lips to his.

His hands tighten around your waist, bringing you even closer, until no warmth can escape the null space between you.

After a few breathless instants, you pull away, gaze half lidded, as your index finger traces Tenn’s lower lip.

“I want more.” Is all he whispers, as he takes your hand in his and leans in again.

Reading together.

— One of Tenn’s hobbies on his days off is reading, so what could be a better way to have a date at home than to cuddle together as you two enjoy a good book?

— His shared house with Gaku and Ryu is spacious enough for the three of them, plus you every time you visit.

— And Tenn’s room is very cozy, full of any book you could ever want to get lost in, a window letting in the crepuscular light, and a comfortable bed.

— Besides, the stray kitten you adopted a few days ago always wants to join you two under the comfortable blankets!

♡

Your back rests against the fluffed pillows of your boyfriend’s bed, book in hand as you run your other one through the snowy strands of his silky hair.

Momentarily, Tenn closes his eyes, putting down his book, relishing in your tender caress.

You chuckle, one of your hands coming to cradle his cheek.

“Is your book good, Tenn?” You ask him, the warm light of his bedside lamp casting a haloed glow around him.

Angelic, you think, as your fingers brush over the softness of his spotless skin.

“Mhm…” He looks up at you, his hand resting on top of yours. “But this is better…” He tells you, turning his head slightly around, leaving a kiss to the palm of your hand.

You fluster a little, Tenn was always so charming…

“I’m glad you’re enjoying.” You reply, tone laced with softness.

Then a new weight is added onto the bed.

Orange fluffy ears peek from the end of the bed, followed by a swishing tail and small paws.

The kitten you and Tenn rescued from the storm.

The small animal climbs on top of your boyfriend’s chest, settling there, as he paws at the idol’s face softly.

Giggles fill the room, your favorite melody, alongside the songs he performed.

Tenn’s arms wrap around the little cat, the side of his face nuzzling into the animal’s.

“You two are so cute.” You giggle, as you move to lay down besides your lover, throwing a blanket over you two.

Tenn wraps one of his arms around you, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

If you were to fall asleep right now, you doubt your dreams could be any sweeter than this moment.

You leave a kiss on your beloved’s cheek, a wordless ‘I love you’ in the warmth of his room.

‘I love you too’ is spelled in the way he holds you a little tighter.

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