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axeoverblade · 10 months

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Celoso

Earth 1610 Miles x fem! reader

Synopsis! Miles cut ties with you, his best friend of nearly ten years, when he decided to not so kindly tell you the way you felt about him was how he felt about Gwen. Now weeks later when you show up with a new guy, he couldn’t help but feel a covetous pit of envy burrowing deep inside his body.

MASTERLIST

Genre: angst(? not really), suggestive bits

Warnings: Mature!, foul language, toxic on every end, mentions of cheating

Word count: 2k

Authors commment: unedited and poorly written scrap fic from a while ago but I really liked this piece of it so I’m publishing it. One shot no second part. Enjoy <3

It had been months since Miles had spoken to you. His parents were concerned. They kept asking where you were, Miles would just sigh and say you had been busy.

I mean it wasn't his fault, he just didn't feel the same way you felt. Why was he being punished for that, for liking Gwen instead of you? Granted, he could’ve been a little nicer in his delivery. Who was he kidding, he could’ve been a hell of a lot nicer, but it was too far gone to change it now.

You just wouldn't get it. You have been his best friend since infancy. With you everything felt familiar, safe even. But with Gwen, he felt alive. Why was that so wrong, why wasn’t he allowed to be happy with who he wanted to be with?

He continued living his life as usual as he could make it. Still saving New York, still being Spiderman, still being Miles, just as life would be if he never met you. The ordinary.

Something that wasn't ordinary, was Gwen visiting. His dads party was happening, and even though he had just gotten into a big fight with his parents, he still wanted to go up and introduce her.

It didnt take long for Mrs.Morales to hate Gwen. Rio was furious, I mean the girl had the nerve to call her by her first name! You would never do that. Plus this girl looked old enough to vote.

This was not someone Miles should be hanging out with, especially over you.

So Rio took it upon herself to invite you. She hadn't seen you in a long time anyway, so she missed “the daughter she never had”. Knowing Miles would have to see you and eventually fix whatever happened between the two of you was just a bonus.

…

When you walked through the door to the roof a little while after she sent you that text, Rio squealed with delight.

“Jeff, papi mira! It’s Y/n” she saw a gift in your hand, something Gwen did not bring. “Ah! Y/n Mija! ¡Es muy bueno verte! Cómo está?” “Good Mrs.Morales, thank you for asking. How have you been? Sorry for not visiting, I've been busy.” “nonsense chiquita, I’m so happy you could make it, venir, venir! Come say hi! Everyone has missed you!” You gave a curt nod, preparing yourself for all the questions from the big familia and more importantly, seeing Miles.

Rio paused, seeing a tall, attractive, dark skin boy with dreads behind you, holding your hand. She looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, “Quién es ese” you pretended not to hear her, instead walking next to him behind her as she went further into the party.

After a couple of minutes of reuniting with all of the family, you saw Jeff and gave him his present. He thanked you, “Hey you know the girl Miles is with?” You looked around, still not seeing him. You shook your head no.

Jeff noticed the boy you were with was now holding your waist with one hand, standing next you. He side eyed him questionably. Jeff could’ve sworn you would only let Miles hold you like this, hating intimate acts physical touch from anyone but his son. Who was this guy who had won you over?

“Miles,” Rio paused looking at Gwen, “and uh you too I guess, Guess whos here! Come say hi! ” Rio told miles, pulling him with Gwen following over to whoever his mom wanted him to see. “Whos here mami-” He was cut off by the sight of Y/n talking to his father, and some random-, holding your waist?

He furrowed his eyebrows, who in the hell is that?

“Ay! Y/n look who!” Rio pushed her son forward so you could see him. He looked back displeased at his moms antics before turning to face you. Miles stared at you awkwardly, “Uh, hey.” You nodded at him with pursed lips.

The girl you had seen in all the drawings appeared next to him, no doubt this was girl he liked instead of you.“Uh-Hi! I'm Gwen!” She stuck her hand out, you looked at it before just nodding, causing her to drop her hand embarrassed, “Y/n”.

Rio smirked, happy you didn't like her either.

“So who are you?” Miles asked looking at the guy holding your waist, a little more aggressive in his tone than he needed to be. Miles watched as the guy raised an eyebrow mockingly at Miles. “Dre, nice to meet you”. Dre stuck his hand out, Miles to look him up and down ignoring the gesture. Dre dropped his hand, smirking lousily at Miles' expression.

Miles couldn't help but notice Dre was about an inch taller than him.

He didnt like that.

“Um, so how do you two know each other?” Gwen asked, looking between you and dre.

“I'm her boyfriend”

Miles unconsciously pulled his head into his neck, making the most aggressive stank face known to man. “Since when” he scowled, trying to hide the attitude in his voice. He wasn’t hiding it very well. Dre responded for you, “few weeks ago, why?”.

“huh” miles nodded ignoring the question, clearly annoyed. Dre kissed your shoulder, smirking harder, almost a full blown grin making its way to his face at miles expression. Miles's spider senses involuntarily made him aware of your heartbeat speeding up as you blushed, slightly giggling to yourself.

Miles had no clue why this bothered him so much. I mean he was right next to Gwen, the girl of his dreams. You being with this wannabe Luka Sabbat really shouldn't have bothered him so much. And why was your heart beating so quick from him kissing your shoulder? You didnt actually like this bum for real did you?

Feeling Miles prying eyes, you looked at him skeptically before turning to dre. “Well-uh we better get going before were late. Congrats Captain Morales,” you looked at Jeff and smiled lightly. “Um nice to meet you Gwen,” she nodded, grinning nicely. You turned to Rio “it's always nice to see you Mrs.Morales, contact me if ever need help with anything.” “Yes mija. Thank you for stopping by.” You finally turned to Miles,

“Miles”

“Y/n”

Gwen stared between the two of you confused. What was that?

tap! tap! tap!

You groaned at the sound coming from your window. Covering your head with her blanket trying to ignore the noise, you pretended to be asleep.

The taps soon turned to knocks causing you to groan louder “Dre hold on I heard you” you got up begrudgingly leaving the comfort of your bed to open the window.

“-oh, it's you." Opening the glass surprised, you allowed Miles in. Miles stared you up and down, taking note of the fact you were in nothing but a big tee, a big tee he had never seen before.

“Why is he coming to your room through the window?” He questioned, towering over you. “Miles what are you talking about?-”. “You thought it was Dre at your window right? No te hagas la mudo y/n. Why is he coming through your window, especially this late at night.”

“I dont see how that is any of your concern. We havent spoken in weeks and you wanna pretend you care what's going on in my life, on my time? Nah, that's not how that works.” Miles scoffed. “Whos shirt is that y/n- cause I know it's not yours.” “Its Dre’s, but that none of your business-” “What is he? Some rebound?” He laughed sardonically. “I mean there's no way you even really like the dude, you just liked me!” You scoffed, “Not everything is about you miles, this has nothing to do with you, I moved on.” he looked at you “Estás mintiendo”. “Oh yea? What makes you think that huh? Y-you think i'm so stuck on you that i can't move on from- what? Some stupid crush on you? Get over yourself Miles-” “tu latido” he whispered. “What?” “Your heartbeat y/n, I know you're lying ‘cause your heartbeat.” You looked at him blanky, hiding the shock in your face as he stepped closer to you, leaving a small gap between you two.

“I can feel it, Sé tú mi amas.”

He gently grabbed your neck, leaning down to kiss you. Your eyes widened before closing. Embracing the moment, you wrapped your arms around Miles' neck. Your mouth parted slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Feeling your knees buckle, Miles took his free hand and placed it on your backside, effectively stabilizing you. He could sense you, all of you.

Your heart was beating the fastest it ever had. He could feel your chest rising and falling as you struggled to breathe through your nose. Your pheromones were at their strongest. He smirked into the kiss, loving the effect he had on you.

This is wrong. You had a boyfriend, sure only for only about a month but you did still have one. And you were cheating on him with Miles of all people. Your lips shouldn’t have fit together like puzzle pieces, chest rising and falling at the same time with your hearts beating in sync. It was natural, like you were meant for each other.

But he wasn’t yours and you weren’t his.

You knew you should stop. You should end this before it got too far, before it got to a point beyond something an apology could fix.

But if this was so wrong,

¿Por qué se sintió tan bien?

You sat on your bed anxiously, zoned out at staring at the ceiling. It had been two days since the…incident.

Miles' tongue fought for dominance with yours. He guided you over to your bed, hands roaming all over you body needingly. You slightly tripped falling back onto the edge of the mattress, still kissing him passionately as he leaned over you. He stabilized himself putting his knee between your legs, placing his hands on either side of you. Your hands were woven into his curls, slightly pulling on them causing him to groan in the kiss. His tongue won, exploring your mouth as it pleased.

ring! ring! ring!

You pulled away from miles, a string of saliva visibly attaching the two of you as you moved further away. You breathed heavily as you looked at the user ID calling you.

DREBAE<3 is calling!

…

answer-decline

You stared at the phone wide eyed. From your expression Miles knew exactly who had called you. “no respondas eso y/n.” Miles said sternly, so close you could feel his breath tickling your neck. The way he said it seemed less like a statement and more like an ultimatum. You looked up at Miles, your chest rising and falling quickly.

“...Hello baby?” you said as you put it on speaker staring at Miles, still trying to catch your breath. Miles scoffed looking at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Hey mami” Miles looked at the phone in your hand with pure disgust. Who did this guy think he was giving you that nickname? Did he even speak spanish? “I need you, real bad” Dre said breathily through the phone, causing your eyes to go wider than they already were. Miles however, became very irritated. Who in the hell did this guy think he was? And why haven’t you hung up the phone yet?

Miles quickly got up, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. It was clear who your choice was. He scoffed, walking back over to your window . To him it didn’t matter what he said you to a few months ago, that he chose someone else over you. Or the fact you had a boyfriend who had every right to call you.

It was the fact it was only you and him right now, and you didn’t choose him. He suddenly felt the feeling you must’ve experienced when he did this to you. And damn did it hurt.

Miles stared at your figure, an unreadable look in his eye. Going back through your window with one last glance at you, he shut it with a slam. “What was that baby?” Dre asked through the phone.

“uhm.. Just the wind I think.”

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stevebabey · 3 months

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steve harrington but it's that jeff winger moment from community. if u have seen community, u will know... my first stobin-centric piece <3 tw for parental neglect and a prior act of self-harm. this is absolutely on the steve harrington has bad parents train <3

“Steven, this is ridiculous.”

Robin freezes in place. Her hand hovers over the remote she's just placed back down, her limbs locking up one by one at the sound of the voice at the door.

It is not a familiar voice. She knows who it is all the same.

She fights not to move, knowing the couch springs, old and rusted, threaten to reveal her hiding place, even if it is her house. Robin is very much allowed to be here. Expected, even.

But Steve? Steve is not.

It’s why there’s one Christine Harrington on the dingy porch steps.

It’s an unwelcome surprise — even after all the fuss of the 4th of July, a thousand police sirens, endless NDAs, and too much blood on his uniform, Steve’s parents hadn’t shown.

Out of town, Steve had said, his bashed in face making it impossible to read his expression. His eyes were haunted and misty but Robin couldn’t tell if it was from the horror of the night or… a loneliness far older.

So Robin had done the fussing. Had dragged him home with her, shooed away her rightfully nosy parents, and mended him up on her bathroom counter.

Steve had been silent, a little wide-eyed as she worked on each cut, each bruise — but with her gentle touch, he had been helpless to do anything but melt beneath it.

He’d called her Robbie for the first time that night. They’d fallen asleep with their hands intertwined, her arm hanging off the bed to reach out to him on her bedroom floor.

Robin still hasn’t met Steve’s parents, even though it’s been more than a couple months since that night.

She’s been to his house countless times too. She knows where the spare key is, if she ever loses her own copy, that is. Knows which stair squeaks on the way up to the second floor and how the lock on the downstairs bathroom gets jammed too easily.

She’s eaten the best grilled cheese of her life in their kitchen, sitting on the counter.

She’s laughed so hard she’s cried on their couch, getting the throw pillows wet with her happy tears.

She’s still never met Steve’s parents. Til right now.

Christine Harrington has her arms wrapped tight around her frame and Robin has no doubt that on her face is a frown that could make babies cry.

She can’t see her face though. Can only just see a glimpse of her tense body from where she sits. Steve blocks part of her view, his own tense frame in the doorway.

He’d answered the door instead of Robin only because he had the foresight to glance at the front window after the first rap at the door. It was late. Robin’s parents certainly wouldn’t knock at their own home and neither of them were expecting visitors.

The expensive car in the drive, a sore thumb along Robin’s street, had given away the identity of just who was knocking so late in the evening. So, Steve had opened it.

“Mom—”

“I mean utterly ridiculous.” Steve gets cut off without second thought, Christine continuing on as if she hasn’t heard him at all.

“Did you expect us to spend all evening chasing you around? Figuring out where you were tonight from the Carlton’s across the road?”

She’s got this snippy tone that Robin’s heard a thousand times from teachers. Patronising. Too cold for it to seem like a genuinely concerned parent.

“The Carlton’s?” Steve echoes, a bit meek. His shoulders have rolled forward, sinking down a bit and Robin can see his tight grip on the door. Still, she stays frozen, rooted to the couch.

“Yes, Steven.” Christine says his full name again, all bite. “Imagine the shame your father and I felt hearing that. Hearing who you had been associating with.”

“Don’t say that.” Steve grits out immediately, anger bleeding into his tone.

The muscles in his back ripple as he forces his shoulders back, as if he had remembered how to stand up straight at the mention of his friend.

Robin aches; at the reminder of the stark differences of their upbringings and at Steve’s unquestionable loyalty. She finally unfreezes, sitting up a little straighter and leaning forward more— ready to spring up from her seat.

She’s not sure what for exactly. She sorta really wants to go slam the door on Steve’s mom’s face and go back to being bundled up on the couch with him. The urge is strong enough to make her fingers twitch.

“Why are you here, Mom?”

There’s a strain to Steve’s question, even though he doesn’t falter in appearance. Robin can’t see his face either though. She hopes it’s got the bitchiest expression Steve can muster.

“Don’t be smart, Steven.” Christine reprimands coldly. “I know that we may have taken a larger absence than intended but that’s not any excuse to parade yourself around with the strays of this town.”

Strays. Robin feels the word pelt into her and burn into her skin, sinking all the way down. It feels like cold water has tipped down the back of her neck. An unwelcome pit forms in her stomach.

She had known, of course, the reputation of a family like the Harrington's. She hadn’t quite known the extent they would go to protect it. Policing your child's friends over a matter of image is absurd.

Somehow, Robin can see how Steve grows even tenser at his mom’s words— hackles raising like that on a dog. His knuckles turn white. But before he speaks, Christine is barreling on like she hasn’t just slandered every one of Steve’s new friends.

“And to leave the house in such a state?”

Robin hears her sigh heavily, as though this really is the biggest problem in her life — which she can’t fathom in the slightest.

There was nothing wrong with Steve’s house. No mess beyond the usual evidence that someone, you know, lived there.

“Mom, I—” Steve starts again.

“Well, I’m sure you have your reasons. You always do.” She says it so pointedly, like Steve was known for peddling lies to weasel his way out of trouble.

It’s so un-Steve it makes Robin blink hard, wondering if she had heard right.

Steve was honest. He owned his mistakes and he took things on the chin. It was something she had liked most about him in the beginning.

Back when it was all snark and Robin told herself she was never going to be his friend, in this universe or anything other. That even then, reluctant co-worker and nothing more, Steve was honest and decent to her always.

“Now, come on now.” Christine Harrington huffs out her demand. “Your father is waiting in the car and there no use winding him up more than you already have.”

Robin’s stomach turns at her words. It had been a topic of discussion between them, one night weeks ago, lips loosened by the dark. I feel like a dog to them, Steve had admitted quietly, his breath against her pillow and his warmth under her sheets. Like they just leave alone most of the time but expect me to perk up and come running the moment they call. I hate it.

“I’m not coming with you.”

The words stammer on their way out like he had forced them out— and Robin wants to sing she’s so proud of her best friend.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not coming with you.” Steve repeats himself, the words a little firmer this time. “I’m… I’m spending the night here, with my friend Robin.”

He trails off, the words weaker, losing steam. Robin rises to her feet, the tell-tale squeak of the couch springs letting Steve know she was still here. Still right behind him.

It makes him stand a little straighter.

“I— I’ll come home in the morning.”

Christine Harrington makes a little scoffing noise, a high pitched faux laugh as if Steve’s said something amusing.

“Tell me when did I raise such an ungrateful brat?” She muses meanly and Robin doesn’t miss the way Steve flinches lightly. “We give you free rein of the house, apt time by yourself, and yet when we request you to spend a single evening with us—”

“You’re not asking, you’re demanding.” Steve cuts in, his voice more heated now.

“Oh hush, Steven. You act as if we’re so awful.”

It’s all dismissal. Everything, every word, a dismissal.

“I just can’t win with you, can I?” Christine sighs again, disappointment dripping from the sound. “Either we’re not here enough or we’re here but you can’t find time to have dinner with your family. Which is it, Steven?”

In the doorway, Steve begins to bristle. Robin really, really wants to slam the door now — if only to stop this conversation that seems to keep cutting deeper and deeper into her best friend.

She steps closer to him, moving as silently as she can, and makes sure to stay out of sight as she places a hand gently on the small of his back.

He’s shaking, she realises.

Her heart twists painfully in her chest.

Then, deathly calm, Steve says, “Did you know in 7th grade, I lied and I told everyone in my class that I got appendicitis?”

Robin blinks at the change in subject, the strangeness of Steve’s comment. She does remember that, vaguely. A boy in the year above— it had been a wildfire rumour that had turned out to be true.

Or so she thought. Staring hard at the planes of Steve’s back, the pit in her stomach yawns with an anticipation of devastation. Her hand on his back curls up a bit.

“You and Dad were gone for the whole month to Washington. It was the first time you had ever gone for that long and you didn’t even tell me until the day before you left.”

“Steven—”

“I just wanted someone to worry about me.” He steamrolls on, tone too casual for the story he was telling. “And it worked."

A beat.

"But then Cassie Lange asked about the scar.”

Robin’s hand on Steve's back twists up tighter. She feels like she knows what’s coming— but wishes it to be not true.

She doesn’t want to think of Steve, little twelve year old Steve, doing all that he can for a scrap of attention he was supposed to be getting from his parents.

“And rather than admit I’d lied…” The words come out too tight. “I went and found your sewing scissors and I made one.”

There’s this icy bite to Steve’s voice, his shoulders tensed back up. Christine still hasn’t said anything.

“I hurt like a bitch but it was worth it. I got a card from every single person in my class.”

“You wanna see the scar?” He asks— then he’s moving, his hand rucking up his sweater and shirt and exposing the skin of his stomach. Christine makes a noise like a muffled gasp. Robin feels a bit sick. Steve drops his shirt.

“And I kept all of those cards I got —all 17 of them stashed them under my bed in a box that I still have til this day.” He exhales through his nose. “Because it was proof that, at some point, somebody actually gave a shit about me. Because you didn’t. You didn’t then and you don’t get to now.”

His words hang in the air. There’s a long stretch of silence where Steve stares down the woman on the porch— someone closer to a stranger than a friend.

“So, I will see you at home, tomorrow.”

And then he slams the door to Robin’s house shut with a finality that shakes the air. Robin tenses up at the loud noise. Steve doesn't move, just stays staring at the closed door.

Behind them both, one of the noisy pipes in the house makes a loud noise. It sounds worse than usual as it breaks the silence.

Outside, Robin hears the click of heels on the pavement as they quieten, moving further away.

The pit in her stomach tightens immeasurably, a faint bile taste in her mouth. She finally remembers to smooth out her hand, pressing it flat against Steven’s back— another reminder that she was there.

If he wanted to talk or he didn’t, she was there.

Suddenly Steve sighs, an exhale so large that he shrinks down a couple inches, his shoulders dropping. It sounds exhausted.

He finally turns away from the door, to Robin, and she can only hope her face conveys every ounce of love, of support, she feels within her chest.

“Steve…” She breathes softly.

He wasn’t crying but just the sound of his name, spoken so delicately, seems to inspire tears. Robin catches the tremble of his lip and moves without thought— throwing both her arms around his neck and wrestling him into a hug.

Steve goes easy, his arms snaking around her middle and holding her back so tightly it nearly makes her squeak. She doesn’t though— just lets him bury his face in her neck, taking these big shuddering breaths, these half-formed sobs that break her heart clean in half.

She doesn’t know how long they stand there. Car engines drone as they pass by the street. The streetlights seem to get brighter. Steve presses himself so close to her, as close as he can, and Robin hugs back just as tight. She gives him all the time he needs.

She wonders if there’s an indent of him on her when he finally pulls back — a Steve Harrington shaped outline imprinted on her soul. It feels like there is.

If she could trace it, she thinks, it would be whatever shape love takes.

“Thanks Robbie.” He croaks out. He’s started scrubbing furiously at his face and she can see the wet sheen of tears as he wipes them away.

Robin doesn’t move far, just unwinds her arms a bit and lets them fall back to her sides. There’s an ache between her brows from how long she’s been frowning in concern. Steve looks more disheveled than usual, his usually perfect hair looking flatter — but he looks lighter too, somehow.

“No need to thank me, dingus.” She says, voice soft. She faux punches his chest and then regrets it when his lips don’t even twitch upward. It’s weird to see Steve all undone.

Robin thinks back to that conversation and the callousness of Steve’s mom. Her uncaring tone, the use of his full name like an insult.

She thinks of what Steve had said.

“I’m sorry you felt—” The words get stuck in her throat which grows thicker as she thinks about it. About a self-made scar on Steve’s abdomen, made by a twelve year old boy who just wanted someone to worry.

“—That you felt like you had to do something like that to yourself. I’m sorry no one noticed what you really needed.”

Steve nods slowly, his eyes glazed with a far away look as he stares somewhere over Robin’s shoulder. He gives this little shrug, a little huff through his nose.

“It’s okay.” He says, voice a bit distant. “I mean, it’s not but… even if I hadn’t meant to tell you, I’m glad someone knows now.”

It takes another second before he finally seems to shake himself from his thoughts, turning to properly look at Robin. His eyes are red-rimmed and the tip of his nose is pink. Tell tale signs of tears.

“I’ve never told anyone that before.”

Robin swallows thickly and it takes effort to choke down the urge to cry.

“Well,” She starts. It comes out too high pitched and tight and she clears her throat. “Thank you for telling me.

Some kind of smile plays on Steve’s lips, as if he can tell that she’s fighting off her sniffling and it’s sorta funny to him. It is, a little.

Because instead of being embarrassed or feeling pitied, he feels… delightfully surprised to have her care so much. To be so upset on his behalf.

“Oh, c’mon Robbie,” He gives her that same faux-punch in the shoulder she did earlier and it actually succeeds in making her lips pull up at the edges. “None of that.”

“You’re such a dingus.” Robin says. It comes out a bit wobbly still. Sue her— she doesn’t have Steve’s insane ability to bounce from one emotion to another in a single second.

Steve grins. He wanders back to the couch and flops down onto it. Robin follows and when she sits down, it’s a fraction closer to him this time. He gives one last scrub of his face, wiping the last of his tears away.

She nudges him with her thigh. She has to check just one more time.

“You alright?”

Steve smiles, crooked in that way that lets her know it’s completely sincere. He reaches forward and presses unmute on the remote, the film they’re watching starting up again with a buzz.

Steve presses his thigh back against Robin’s and in the dim lighting of her living room, his eyes glitter with an emotion that threatens to make her want to cry once more.

“Course.” He says. “I got someone checking up on me now,”

Another pointed nudge of his thigh against hers. “I’m better than ever.”

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apomaro-mellow · 8 months

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Guitar!Steve 3

Eddie liked Crash's mom. She was the most casual and welcoming of his friend's moms. Jeff's mother took some time warming up to him. Gareth's mom still called him "that boy". His own mother...well the less said about her the better.

That wasn't to say Mrs. Crash's Mom didn't have rules. No shoes on the couch, no touching her cider, and all that jazz. That is to say, Eddie was rightfully nervous about the fact that he'd accidentally taken something of hers and used it to conjure up a whole entire person.

They got to Crash's house and she was in the kitchen, stirring something. She turned and her eyes immediately went to Steve. Before leaving Eddie's trailer, they'd dressed him properly in a shirt and jeans.

"You didn't", she said as she grabbed Steve's chin, turning it this way and that before looking at the whole lot of them. "Which one of you did it?"

Three hands pointed at Eddie right away.

"I-"

"Where did he come from? What was your wish?"

"He's...", Eddie hadn't thought much about telling his friends, but telling a friend's mom? Now the reality and embarrassment was sinking in. "...Uh, he's..."

"I'm his Sweetheart", Steve replied with a smile.

"I don't need to hear anymore", she said, pulling away from him. "Clearly an inanimate object come to life the question is what is the consequence." She began ladling what she had been stirring into bowls.

"Are you making soup in the morning?", Gareth asked.

"I'm making candles, boy. You all can get some cereal from the pantry if you're hungry." Then she pointed to Steve. "You, come help me get something."

Eddie watched as his Sweetheart was pulled away from the rest of them and he anxiously patted at Crash's shoulder. "Hey hey-hey, where's she taking him? Where's she taking my baby?"

Crash looked out the kitchen window. "Over to the garden."

"To do what?", Eddie hissed.

"Whenever my mom takes me to the garden it's usually for a life changing talk. She took me out there when grandma died. And when I got my first pube."

Eddie looked out the window and saw the two of them kneeling by some bushes, picking something and placing them into baskets. Eddie paced, looking up occasionally to see them but couldn't discern what they were talking about. The other three were dutifully eating some cereal.

When the two returned from outside, each carrying a small basket of berries, Eddie immediately went to Steve's side, trying to see if he was okay but was brushed off by Crash's mom.

"Eddie, you're helping me make the jam. Crescent, take your friends, and this one as well", she gestured to Steve. "I need you to deliver some eggs and honey."

Crash groaned and Eddie protested, not wanting to part from Steve again but it was never easy to deny this woman. Soon, he was left alone with her, making jam in a giant pot. They talked a long while. About what life would mean for Steve. About what this new adventure would mean for Eddie. If he was ready for it, to take care of his Sweetheart.

If he was ready to be depended on like that. Eddie was tempted to answer right away. But she knew more about Eddie's life than even if friends. She had been friends with the late Mrs. Munson. So Eddie truly considered it when she asked if he was ready to take care of Steve in all the ways he needed.

When Steve and the boys returned, he ran to Eddie like he was a magnet and kissed him. God his Sweetheart was so sweet, almost like honey. Eddie pulled back, a question in his eyes.

Steve put a finger to his lips. "Don't tell, but we dipped our fingers in a little", he whispered.

"Secret's safe with me, baby." Eddie kissed him again and felt Steve's hands go to his hips.

"You taste good too", Steve murmured against his mouth.

Eddie was about to reveal that he'd dipped a spoon into the jam when someone cleared their throat.

"Well I can tell how only your wish got granted", Crash's mom said. "It takes a very powerful desire to change reality. The stones don't work for just any wish."

Everyone helped with jarring the jam and both Steve and Eddie knew that whatever came next, they'd be in it together for the long haul.

"You know, I just realized", Jeff started to say. "Eddie's never gonna have to meet Steve's parents."

There were a few chuckles from that but Jeff's words caused Eddie to have his own epiphany.

"Oh shit. Steve's gotta meet Wayne."

END

Thank yall for reading this one and all your votes! See ya later :)

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kinnsporsche · 2 years

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✨ a comprehensive guide on why daemi is literally the worst ✨

if y’all missed whats currently happening with daemi on twitter here we go.

context: daemi are the writers of the kp novels made up of two people. poi (a cishet female) and yok (a cis gay man)

1. barcode

poi admitted to essentially grooming barcode whilst they filmed the series. she claimed she “taught barcode how to be a good actor” by teaching him how to give her and yok massages. barcode was 16 at the time of kp filming. jeff calls them out for abusing and misusing their privileges as authors. jeff also emphasises that they’re not joking, he’s the second actor with mile to confrm that the harassment from the actors isn’t something they joke around with. (source x)

a couple people started digging through their old interactions with barcode and found him looking super uncomfortable around them to the point that jeff comes and intervenes, even perth looks uncomfortable with their interaction in the background. barcode also, whether jokingly or not, says that he’s scared of yok. (sources x and x)

2. apo

a video from what i assume is a live came out recently where yok and poi basically get apo to do some fanservice which he does pretty playfully in his usual apo style. poi seemed to think it wasn’t enough and got up and started trying to unbutton his shirt to make him take it off whilst he’s literally trying to fight her off and saying “don't do this to me, enough poi, please bring back the old poi.” she then slaps him on the arm and apo playfully starts pretending to hit her back for it but you can clearly see how uncomfortable and distressed he is when he leaves the room (sources x and x)

a few months back daemi decided to republish the novel with a picture of the cast as the book cover. they only booked bible, build, and mile, because they said apo was busy on a retreat and didn’t bother rescheduling the shoot despite the fact that he’s one of the, if not the, mains. fans started a campaign on twitter in support of apo and apo liked some of the tweets and yok started arguing with him on twitter. the conversations and screenshots are all buried and deleted so i dont have many sources for this but (source: x)

someone associated with the two of them (wannggjinn852 on twitter) accused apo of sexually harassing mile because he was teasing and joke-flirting with him the way he does in a live. a few days later daemi did a twitter space and invited the person who accused him into their audio call with them (sources x and x)

basically daemi really dislike apo and bully him a lot because of it. my guess is that they’re jealous of the friendship he has with mile because they both have a creepy obsession and infatuation with him which brings me onto

3. mile

he has openly come out and said that they sexually harass him, and he’s made it clear that it’s not a joke, that when he talks about what they do to him he’s not messing around, and they just laugh it off because they think they can get away with it all. (source x)

he’s also genuinley uncomfortable around them and they just don’t care and keep touching him and harassing him. when mile sees yok recording his exist post episode 7 underwater kiss he literally tries to hide himself and looks so uncomfortable. (source x and x)

yok is, by his own words, a digital content creator for be on cloud. today a pretty sensitive and jarring picture was posted on be on cloud’s instagram story that doesn’t fit with the rest of the content that they’ve posted over the last few days. it’s from an awkward and weird angle, has nothing to do with the tour, so there’s been speculation that yok was the one who took and posted it because of his obsession with mile. tw, the source includes the picture. (source: x)

4. bible

more harassment towards bible from yok. he asks bible to call him ‘mom’ or ‘mommy’ or something and bible refuses and says he already has a mom and keeps touching him and holding him when he tries to get up and leave. (source x and x)

5. pond

a video has surfaced that poi seems to have taken of her at a gathering with some other people. she pans the camera to pond (the screenwriter and director of kinnporsche the series) who smiles at it and then she leans in and kisses him without his consent. the discomfort is pretty clear in his eyes (source: x)

6. misc

made, and fully intended to sell, merch of vegas’ don’t worry i’m not gonna hurt you line before he assaults porsche in the show and only got rid of it when they faced backlash for proffiting off of sa (source x)

be on cloud had to tell them to stop hosting events around content for kinnporsche the series because they kept giving things away and people were getting mad at pond, mile, and apo, when it didn’t happen or when things were spoiled. (source x)

they’ve always been super disrespectful and rude to fans when they’re criticised and recently yok told international fans to fuck off in an instagram live (source: x and x)

tldr: everybody listen to bas

#daemi #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #man i hope boc can get them out but i know the chances are slim bcs the writers are protected by law #i just want our boys to be safe and happy esp bcs boc is such a safe environment for apo after everything he went through #god i hope they dont ruin it for him!!!!#anyway if more things happen ill try to update this #daemi masterpost

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harrys-tetas · 1 year

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Take Me Home Tonight pt 2

Word Count: 7992

Warnings: smut (piv intercourse, making out, fem receiving oral), fem!reder, cursing

Minors DNI

read pt 1 here

The car ride was pleasant. Neither of you were speaking but the sound of the radio on low was filling the silence. You looked out the window, fingers dancing in the wind like they had on the way to lover’s quarry. His hand was on your leg again, only this time on your thigh, pushing the skirt of your dress out of the way for his fingers to reach higher than they ever had before.

You notice that he continues straight on one road, instead of turning right that would lead you to his street. He really was taking you home. Your home. Not his. If he could, he would spend all of his time at your home. It always had someone over and he thought that it was filled with so much chaos and love, the complete opposite from his own. He would take every second he could away from his house. The only time he tolerated it was when you were there, though how were you supposed to know?

When he pulled up in front of your house, you noticed that both of your parents’ cars were still in the driveway.

“I thought they were supposed to be gone by now,” you muttered unbuckling your seatbelt. “You don’t have to come inside if you don’t want to. I know this isn’t what you’d probably planned would happen. I really didn’t think that they would still be here,” you begin to ramble.

“Nonsense,” he says and cuts the engine before getting out of the car himself. He must have unbuckled while you were paying more attention to the cars in the driveway. “I always love an excuse to see Jeff and Sandy,” he says with a smile and opens your door for you.

You both walk up your driveway, though you don’t get far away from him. His hand finds the small of your back, leading you to your own front door. Before you can even get your key to unlock it, the door flies open and your mom stands there looking stressed.

“Darling, I need your help. We needed to leave 20 minutes ago and I just can’t figure out what to wear,” your mom says and grabs your wrist, yanking you inside and out of his touch.

You look behind you and see him letting himself inside, taking his shoes off and setting them on by the door before he shuts and locks the door behind him. You give him a guilty smile as you’re being dragged up the stairs and he gives you an easy one back before he goes to find your dad in the kitchen.

“Steven,” you hear your dad call out and you let out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.

Your mom holds up a few dresses that are options for the night and you see other articles of clothing scattered around the room that she’d clearly tried on and hated.

“What happened to the dress that we’d picked out last night?” you ask, looking on the floor for the gold dress that she’d tried on for you the night prior.

“Your father decided to tell me about 2 hours ago that there was a dress code for the theater tonight and it’s black tie,” she says, rubbing her temples. “The amount of details that he forgets to share sometimes is alarming.”

“How about the dark blue one? The one that reaches the floor and has flowy sleeves?” you ask, pointing to it still hanging in her closet still.

“Is that black tie appropriate?” she asks and you shake your head yes. Most of her dresses are appropriate but you also know that she likes to be dramatic. Hell, the event didn’t start for another 3 hours. Your dad knew that this was probably going to happen and gave her the wrong time on purpose.

“I’ll tell you what, you get dressed and I’ll go get you a cup of water to help calm your nerves,” you say and leave the room shutting the door but not before you hear her yell something about needing something stronger than water.

You laugh and shake your head lightly and make your way down the hallway to the stairs so you can grab water. Before you make it to the stairs, and I mean they are in eyesight you are so close, someone grabs your hips and pulls you up against them in the hallway.

“What the h-” you’re cut off by a pair of soft lips capturing your own.

Your hands fly up into his hair on their own, you aren’t even controlling them at this point. You know that you should be careful about your parents but how could you even think about them when Steve Harrington’s got you wrapped up in his hold, kissing you so good you can’t even remember your own name.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue into your mouth to touch yours, before breaking apart from you just as fast. His cheeks have a rosy tint to them and you’re sure yours mirror them.

“What was that for?” you whisper, suddenly shy from the way he’s looking at you.

“Your dad told me to come up and check on you guys,” he whispers back.

“That makes sense,” you nod at him and remove yourself from his arms, much to your own dismay. “I need to go get her some water, do you want anything?”

“I’ll just keep you company,” he says and swings an arm over your shoulder while you go down the steps.

It’s awkward to go down side by side considering your strides are different lengths but he makes no effort to let you move away from him. Going into the kitchen, his arm leaves your shoulders and his hand finds your back again, like in the driveway.

You move around silently, grabbing a glass from the cabinet, filling it halfway with ice, and then filling it the rest of the way with water. Neither of you speaks but you do take notice of the fact that he hasn’t stopped touching you. Eventually his hand left your back, but he’d pushed a piece of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear when you bent down to get ice. His hands found your waist, chin finding your shoulder to rest on, when you were filling the cup with water. Even after the cup was full and you’d turned off the water, he still stayed like that. Neither of you moving.

“Has your mother picked out a dress yet?” you hear your dad call from the living room. His footsteps indicate he’s coming closer.

You attempt to move away from Steve but he keeps you in the same position, just moves you so you are facing the island in the middle of the room instead of towards the sink. You crane your neck in an attempt to give him a strange look but he keeps his eyes locked on your dad who just entered the room and makes conversation like this is totally normal and he isn’t acting weird.

“When I found her she was getting water for Sandy. I hadn’t heard an update on her getting ready process,” he says, shaking his head apologetically.

Yeah, because you were too busy with your tongue down my throat to ask me, dumbass, you think but feel Steve’s hands dig into your sides to get your attention. When you look at your dad you can see that he’s got an expecting look on his face which means he asked you a question, and one look at Steve’s face shows that he knows exactly what you were thinking about because his smirk is attempting to hide the shit eating grin that would be on his face if your dad wasn’t standing there.

“I think I convinced her to wear the dress I told her about this morning,” you take a wild guess on what he was asking, and his face moves into a pleased expression indicating you guessed right. “I’m going to give this to her and hopefully convince her to come downstairs,” you say, wiggling out of Steve’s grasp and making your way back upstairs.

“So Steven,” your dad begins and you feel your neck start to flush because you can already guess that he’s going to ask about the weird ass behavior that he walked in on. “Do tell, have you heard any more of the neighborhood gossip? You have got to finish telling me about Kate Welmore and her new boyfriend.”

You hear Steve let out a breath of air, probably because he was assuming it was going to be about the same thing as you. He doesn't let his nerves show though, stepping into an easy story about your neighbor’s new boyfriend that he’d learned about when eavesdropping at Family Video. It was the only way to guarantee that he wouldn’t fall asleep while working behind the counter. You’ve already heard this story a few times before, never having the heart to tell Steve that he told you three days in a row when you went in to visit him.

When you let yourself into your mom’s room, you find her sitting at her vanity. She’s dressed in the dark blue gown that you’d originally suggested. She doesn't hear you come in, still humming to herself, a trait that you’d picked up. She’s fixing her makeup but looks effortlessly beautiful. You hope to look as beautiful as her when you’re older. She makes eye contact with you in the mirror when she sees you walking up behind her and she smiles at you.

“Ah, darling,” she says and swivels around on her stool to face you. “Did you bring me some water?”

“Of course mom,” you place the water on her vanity and grab her brush to help her fix her hair.

You brush out her hair, smoothing it to better help you put it in an updo. The amount of bobby pins scattered over the desk is hilarious but you don’t say anything, just continue to listen to her humming that started again. You end up doing a bun on the middle of her head, her bangs in the front still on her forehead smoothed down instead of the usual mess that they are. She looks stunning, with her striking blue eyes outlined in charcoal.

“You look beautiful mom,” you say sincerely and step out of the way to grab her shoes.

“Thank you, love bug. What you did to my hair looks incredible, you’ll have to teach,” she says and you agree.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, your wavy brown hair looks like how your mom’s usually does. Accept that your bangs aren’t as dramatic. Your dad says that you both always look like artists with messy hair and paint on your hands at all times. Seeing your mom all dressed up is different, but she looks beautiful all the time.

“Can you escort me to the door?” she asks and holds out her hand. You take it and notice that it’s missing all of the usual chunky rings that she wears everyday. This time all that’s there is her wedding and engagement ring, a stunning gold band with an emerald in the center instead of a diamond.

When you make it down the stairs, you see your dad and Steve still standing in the kitchen. Steve is laughing at something, bringing a can of Coke to his lips to take a sip. Your dad hears you two coming down the stairs and turns around and he looks stunned. His mouth forms a small “o” and his eyes get wide. Your mom takes notice of this and a small flush goes to her cheeks.

“You look gorgeous, my dear,” my dad says and walks over to kiss you mom on the cheek.

“Thank you, love,” she says and grabs her purse from the table. “You better enjoy it for the night, though. Your messy artist wife that you married is coming back tomorrow,” she teases and grabs your dad’s hand to leave.

“Have a good time,” you say and kiss them each on the cheek, walking to lock the door behind them.

“Don’t wait up for us,” your dad calls behind him and your mom giggles beside him. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

You wave one more time before shutting and locking the door. When you turn around, you find Steve standing in the same spot. Only his eyes no longer look friendly like they had when he was talking with your parents, they looked hungry almost. You’d never seen them like this

You make your way over to him, stopping right in front of where he’s standing. He peers down at you, taking you all in and the way his eyes are looking at you makes your thighs clench.

“Where were they going?” he asks quietly, bringing both hands to rest on your hips.

“I think my dad had tickets to go to the theater in Indianapolis this evening,” you reply and his hands release your hips, find your wrists and wrap your arms around his neck, and then places his hands back on your hips.

“Yeah? What are they going to see?” he leans down, lips ghosting over your own before traveling down and kissing ever so lightly on your jaw.

“I have no idea. It was a new play I think,” you say breathlessly while trying to think about the stupid play instead of his lips kissing their way down your jaw to your neck. “It traveled from Chicago so I think it’s a big deal for my dad to be covering it.”

“You didn’t want to go?” he murmurs against your neck.

“Wha- why are you asking me this?” my fingers tangle in his hair by the nape of his neck.

“What do you mean? We’re just having a friendly conversation,” he says and you can feel his smirk against your throat before he sucks harshly, making you gasp.

“Oh just shut up,” you say and grip his hair harshly to bring his lips to your own.

He stops himself before your lips touch, causing your lips to fall open into a pout. He leans his head back ever so slightly and a smirk slowly forms on his face.

“What’s wrong, doll?” he whispers. “Do you want something?”

“Kiss me,” you whisper back. “Please.”

His smirk falls into a satisfied grin before he crashes his lips with yours. Your lips move together seamlessly, fitting together like they were made to. His hands pull your hips against his, nudging his knee in between your legs and your hips move ever so slowly on his thigh. Your arms tighten around his neck, making him lean over to reach your lips so you don’t have to stand on your tiptoes.

Before you know it you’re spun around so your back is touching the island instead of his. He stands up straighter, and you have to stand up on your toes to keep your lips connected.

“Jump,” he mumbles against your lips, and you do it with no hesitation.

His strong hands grip your thighs and you wrap them around his waist. He sets you down on the countertop and easily steps in between your legs, never once disconnecting your lips. He deepens it, taking advantage of your lips parting further in a gasp when one hand inches higher on your thigh, and his tongue slips in your mouth.

He tastes sweet, like the coke he was sipping on earlier. His tongue easily overpowers your own, casting you to giggle into his mouth making his own lips turn up into a smile against your own.

“Lay back for me, doll,” he whispers, leaning away from you when you first start to chase after his lips.

You look up at him in confusion, swollen lips parted in yet another pout and he leans in to kiss it off your face before whispering “Come on, lay back for me,” before you finally understand and comply.

The island is clean enough that you don’t bump into anything when you lay down. Looking over to your right you see the can of coke Steve was drinking out of earlier and the salt and pepper grinders that typically sit there. You barely have time to register anything else before you feel Steve’s hands slide up your thighs, bunching your dress up along the way.

One hand moves from your hip and inches slowly towards your center. You can feel the pool in your underwear and for once you aren’t shy- you need something done about it. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch what he’s doing, only he’s not making eye contact. He’s looking at your underwear in disbelief, but his eyes dart back up to yours and his nerves are replaced with confidence so fast you don’t even register it.

“Can I make you feel good?” he asks and stops his hand from moving any further.

You nod your head but he sharpens his eye, so you open your mouth and say yes, quickly.

“Good job,” he says and his pointer and middle finger slide up your slit over top of your underwear. “Goddamn, you’re soaked. What’s all this from?”

“You,” you gasp, feeling his fingers swipe into your underwear and touch you without the barrier, but they slip out just as fast. “It’s always from you.”

“Yeah?” you can hear the smirk even though he ducks his head to watch himself peel your underwear off your lower body, pocketing them when he finally takes them off your feet. “Well, then let me take care of you.”

His two fingers swipe again, collecting arousal, before moving up to the bundle of nerves at the top. They make wide, slow circles that have you a whimpering mess beneath him. His upper body leans over you, one hand near your shoulder on the island so you’re caged in. His mouth is near your own but it’s like the car all over again where you’re just moaning into his mouth.

The more he circles his fingers, the more aroused you get so the slicker you feel. His finger moves around easily, building up the burning feeling in your lower stomach. His face moves away from your own, after stealing a chaste kiss. He kisses down your neck, across your collarbones, and then down your abdomen over top of your dress.

He then works his way down your side, kissing your hip that is exposed from your dress being pushed up. Then kisses down your thigh to your knee, and moves inward causing your breath to hitch. His eyes shoot up to your own, silently questioning if he can continue, and you nod your head to show that you want him to do whatever he wants to. He can have you in any way he wants.

In a split second, his mouth is on your center. He hisses your clit softly, causing you to let out a squeak in surprise which then causes him to chuckle into you. The vibrations go straight through you and one hand leaves your side to grip his hair, holding his face right where it is. His tongue dives between your folds, tasting you for the first time tonight and his own eyes roll to the back of his head, moaning into your center again. The vibrations feel even better this time, causing you to moan out loud.

The sounds of him eating you out are the only thing that you can hear, aside from your own pants and moans. You can feel the heat in your stomach building, each occasional flick of his tongue across your clit pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Steve rotates between sucking at your clit and fucking you with his tongue. Both feel heavenly and have you gasping for air. He begins to spend more time plunging his strong tongue muscle into your hole, occasionally stopping to lap up all the juices that you are giving to him. He’s acting like a starved man, this being his first meal in days.

You can feel your butt start to slip from your position, even though his hands are holding onto your thighs. So, you swivel your hips up to readjust your potion, your clit catching on his nose and you let out the most obscene moan of the night. In turn, Steve groans into you, the vibrations causing you to see the tip of your orgasm. It’s nearly in reach, so close but also so far. The only thing that you can think of to do is grind your hips up one again, to get your clit on his nose to help in getting you to the edge. You can hear him mumble things into your pussy but you can’t make anything out, panting and moaning while continuing to grind on his face while he eats you out.

Suddenly you feel your body tense, and then a burst of white hot ecstacy courses through your veins. You stop grinding, letting his tongue work you through your orgasm. You can’t see anything, hear anything, the only thing that you can feel is his tongue licking up everything you have to offer. He slows his movements after you attempt to push his head away weakly, loosening the death grip that you had on his hair and he moves away.

Your eyes are closed, feeling in complete bliss and you feel Steve’s lips kiss softly across on each thigh and back up your abdomen. He kisses your collarbones again, up your neck and jaw, then very softly pressing kisses to your own lips until you smile and open one eye to look at him.

“Hi there, pretty,” he coos and your nose wrinkles. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” you hum, reaching your arms up behind you to stretch. When you can finally think straight you finally remember that tonight has been all about you, Steve not getting any help from you whatsoever. “Wait, what about you?” you pout up at him in confusion.

“What about me?” he squints back at you, confused about what you mean.

“You’ve been doing stuff for me all night,” you say and his eyes widen ever so slightly at the realization at what you mean. “I want to help you.”

“No, doll, it’s okay. Really,” he says and reaches up to cup your cheek.

“But Stevie,” you say and look up at him from your lashes. “I want to help you.”

Even though you think you just had an out of body experience, the thought of finally having Steve inside you is enough to get you squirming on the table. He notices and looks down at your fidgeting, looking back up to meet your eyes with a look of disbelief.

“Y/N, really, it’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he looks down, but when you cross your ankles around his waist to keep him still he glances down again before looking back up to your eyes. “Y/N…”

You interrupt him with a kiss. It starts out soft, just like all of your other ones, and you let him choose the speed at which it picks up. He keeps the kisses slow at first, not even moving his tongue for what feels like an eternity but you know it has only been a few minutes. Finally, he pushes his tongue into your mouth gently. He doesn’t fight for dominance in the same way that you two were earlier, instead he seems to just be savoring every second that you two are connected like this, like he hadn’t been eating you out only minutes prior.

Your hand that had been helping you stay balanced pushes you forward slightly so you now hold onto his shoulders tighter with your other hand, the one that was on the counter top trails from his shoulder, down his abdomen, and reaches his hard length causing him to groan into your mouth.

“Is this okay?” you disconnect your lips to ask, placing your foreheads together instead.

He nods his head quickly against your own, gasping when you grip his length tighter before palming it. Instead of sitting there moaning into the air, Steve connects your lips again, panting every so often because of the pace you set, but moans directly into your mouth instead of out in the open air.

The noises that you’re hearing, and the kissing itself, is making you incredibly aroused. You can feel your slick coating your thighs, though you don’t want to ruin this moment when he’s in complete bliss for the first time tonight. Your grip gets tighter and he lets out the loudest moan he has yet, completely disconnecting your lips and leans away from you.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” he pants and you stop your movement right away, taking your hand away from where it was.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, eyes growing wide that you did something to make him uncomfortable.

“Nothing, sweets,” he chuckles at your reaction. “I was just about to cream my pants if you kept touching me like that.”

“Well yeah, that was kind of the po-” you begin.

“Y/N,” the way he says your name makes you shut your mouth, while also making you feel like you need to shut your legs. “If you don’t want to go further it’s completely fine, I’m just bringing it up because I thought about it and-”

Now it’s your turn to shut him up with yet another kiss. You only kiss for about 30 seconds when you mumble against his lips “Steve, please fuck me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice and nodes, scooping you off the counter and blindly finds his way up your stairs and to your room. He tosses you onto the bed, causing you to bounce and it makes you giggle. You landed on your back, hair a mess around you on the pillows, but you lean up onto your elbows and look at him standing near the end of your bed. You tilt your head to the side, quizzical, and he just softly smiles at you in return.

He grabs your ankles and pulls you down towards where he’s standing and sits you up. Silently, he grabs the hem of your dress and slowly pulls it up, you help and bring your arms over your head. Because you weren’t wearing a bra underneath, you’re now completely nude in front of your best friend for the first time ever (well, purposefully nude. You’ve accidentally walked in on each other changing over the years).

“You’re so beautiful,” he says and kisses you like it’ll be your last time ever.

He kisses you with a fervor that he hadn’t shown you yet tonight, only separating when you pulled his shirt over his head so he wasn’t fully clothed anymore. You throw the stupid polo somewhere else in the room, knowing it probably landed on a piece of furniture that’ll make you laugh later when you find it. Your hands reach forward and blindly try to undo his belt buckle. It only took you a few seconds, struggling in the beginning but got the hang of it pretty quickly.

“That didn’t take you too long,” he mutters against your lips. “Get a lot of practice?”

“Oh shut up,” you say, kissing him harder.

You shove his pants down, and he has to do the awkward step out of the leg holes, but he’s back to focusing on you in no time. You go to push his underwear down but his hands stop you and your lips disconnect.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, and you look at him questioningly. “You don’t happen to have condoms do you? I don’t tend to carry them around with me anymore.”

You giggle in response, and instead of giving him a sarcastic answer, you tell him that you have some in the bottom drawer of your desk, under your paints. He goes over to your desk, grabs one, and then is back over to you in merely seconds. He tears the wrapper open with his teeth, while you push his boxers down, and his length smacks his stomach.

You knew that he was big. Girls talk in high school about everything, Steve Harrington’s dick was actually a popular subject of conversation in the locker room before gym class. All of the girls had asked you at least twice if you two had ever done anything since you were so close, and they were always so shocked when you’d said no. So, they told you all the details of their nights with him, not realizing that you were seething on the inside but would never say anything out loud about it.

You’re broken out of your trance by him rolling the condom down his length, and pumping himself a few times, hissing when he brings his thumb over his tip.

“How do you want to do this?” he asks. “Do you have a preference?”

You think for a second, and then look back at the size. You think it would be the easiest for you to sit on first to get adjusted and then he could do whatever he wanted with you the rest of the night, break you in two for all you care.

“Could you lay down first?” you ask and point to the bed. “Just so I can adjust to your um size?”

He nods, and doesn’t make a snarky comment like you thought he would just at the sheer size of him. He lays down and you hold on to his shoulders, swinging one leg over his lap to straddle him.

“Never thought this would happen,” he whispers, looking up at you.

Your hair falls in your face and one of his hands reaches up to tuck some of it behind your ear. Instead of responding, you grind your hips against his length and you both moan out. You grind just a few more times to lube up his length with your own slick before stopping and lifting your hips up. You grab hold of his length in one hand, positioning it underneath you to help guide it straight in, and you sink down ever so slowly, inch by inch, gasping when you feel him nearly tear your walls apart.

“Holy mother of god,” he moans into the air, hands gripping your hips for dear life.

“Oh my fucking god,” you moan in response.

Finally, you sink all the way down. Your pelvises are touching. You have to pause and breathe, never having been this full in your entire life. You didn’t even know this was possible to feel this full, but here you are. Pussy full from Steve Harrington’s massive dick.

Once you’ve regained your breathing, you anchor yourself with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest.

“I’m gonna move, is that okay?” you ask, eyes opening slightly into a squint and you see Steve’s eyes staring at where you’re connected.

“Mhm,” he groans, sounding pained but his face looks like he’s in bliss.

You slowly grind your hips in a circle, not moving up and down just yet. You both moan out at the movement, his hands finding your ass cheeks to help guide you in whatever rhythm you choose. He tosses his head back, exposing his throat while a moan rips through him.

You lean down, one hand moves to his stomach to still help stabilize you while the other one moves to his hair, and your lips attach to his now exposed neck. Your lips kiss soft kisses all over his throat, occasionally sucking small bruises into the skin. He’s a moaning mess beneath you, especially when you find his own sweet spot right on the corner of his throat. You suck harshly and his own hips buck up in response.

You sit back, making eye contact with him and you see him gulp. Eyes half lidded, he looks royally fucked out, giving you the biggest ego rush of your life knowing that you were the person that made Steve Harrington like this. Now that you’re finally used to his sheer size, you know that you can move in other ways.

You plant your knees, and slowly lift yourself up and down, in addition to the grinding, the rhythm never once faltering. Steve’s reaction is just to let out yet another obscene moan that rips out of his throat, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“You like that?” you ask, not sure where this confidence came from considering you’re barely ever talkative during sex.

He nods at you, trying to maintain eye contact but you’re fucking him so good that he can’t even remember his own name. Even though you know he feels good, some power trip comes over you and you want him to answer you verbally. Your hand that was on his chest creeps up slowly towards his neck and you pause before touching it. His eyes get wide when he realizes what you want to do and you can feel his dick twitch inside of you.

“Is this okay?” you check in and you swear he laughs before saying yes, so you continue.

Your hand goes to his thick throat, not being able to wrap around fully, but enough that it looks like a pretty little necklace. You squeeze just a little, and his eyes flutter.

“I ask you a question,” you say, keeping the light pressure around his neck, never once cutting off airflow. “Do you like this?”

When he doesn’t answer as fast as you would like him to, you squeeze a little tighter and he finally nods his head yes, nearly screaming in response.

“Yes, yes y/n,” he moans out. “Holy mother of fuck, yeah I do.”

You can feel the fire in your lower belly growing. You aren’t one to typically get off on only vaginal intercourse but the grinding is giving your clit some stimulation. It feels amazing, but soon you’re going to have to take matters into your own hands.

Your legs finally start to get tired, but you don’t want to finish just yet so you try to position your hands better to hold more weight on them. You don’t know that Steve can tell that you’re getting tired, but he’s going to let you go for as long as you want to.

Finally, you reach behind you and place your hands on his thighs. This gives you enough momentum to bounce without your legs giving out just yet. Steve’s hands remove themselves from your ass and when you look down you can see that he’s transfixed on your boobs bouncing with each movement you make. His hands finally cup your boobs, and this time it’s your turn to moan out into the air. He kneads them, not letting either one feel left out.

“Oh my fuck,” you moan out when he pinches your left pebbled nipple.

“Yeah?” you can hear a hint of cockiness come back into his voice after having been a whimpering mess for the past however long you’ve been fucking him stupid. “You like that?”

“Yes, oh my god,” you nearly shriek when one of his fingers finds you clit.

“Have you had your fun?” he asks and before you’re even able to question him he says “Because it’s my turn now,” and flips you over.

Before you know it, you’re laying on your back and Steve is above you wrapping your legs around his waist. He wastes no time at all to pound into you, and your moans are music to his ears. He has a death grip on your thighs, keeping them open for him and you know that you’ll have bruises there tomorrow but you couldn’t care less.

“I believe I asked you a question, doll,” he says and you can feel one hand leave your hip and trail up your abdomen, over your chest, and stop just below your own throat. His eyes go to your own asking for permission and your head nods so quickly you would be embarrassed under different circumstances.

He bends now, never slowing down his thrusts, and you think he’s about to kiss you. Instead, he kisses your throat so softly you thought you’d imagined it at first before his hand moves up and wraps around your throat. The difference in your hand sizes is comical. His one hand covers your throat, and while you’re 100% sure that it makes a wonderful necklace too, this one would be more of a statement piece than your small one.

“The question was, did you have fun?” he says and squeezes his hand right at the end causing a rush of euphoria to flow to your brain. “Come on, use your words. I know you know how to.”

You gain partial sense of your brain back, finally understanding what he’s saying and you open your mouth.

“Mhmmm,” you moan, barely able to form a coherent thought. “I d-did.”

“Well I’m glad,” he says and squeezes a little tighter, causing your walls to clench around his length and his groans in response. “But it’s time for me to have my fun. Can I have fun with you?”

You nod your head again, but the look he gives you makes you think twice and instead you choose to speak.

“Yes, yes please have your fun, Stevie,” you practically slur and you can feel his dick twitch again at the nickname falling from your lips. “Use me to have your fun.”

“Oh fucking christ,” he mutters and removes one leg from around his waist, hauling it up over his shoulder so that with each thrust his mushroom head is beating into your cervix.

“Oh my god,” you scream and your hands find his shoulders to keep you grounded.

“You feel so good for me, doll. So so good,” he grunts into the air.

All of a sudden you can feel your orgasm approaching, with barely any warning. You can practically see it, about to ram into you like a freight train.

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” you attempt to get his attention to warn him but he’s already one step ahead of you, feeling your walls nearly trap him, and he snakes one hand down in between the two of you to rub your clit in tight, fast circles. “Holy fucking shit!” you scream, letting your orgasm wash over you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and back arches off the bed.

Little did you know Steve had been holding off his orgasm for a very long time (ever since he kissed you in the car he’d been trying not to cream his pants). While he works you through your orgasm, he finally gives in and lets himself go. Your walls milk him completely dry and his arms give out, causing him to fall on top of you. He was able to move at the last second so he didn’t crush your face, but he’s still a blanket on top of you.

You both lay there, panting. You feel him grow soft inside of you, though you’re on a different planet so you honestly have no idea what’s even going on. Steve finally leans up to look at you, the blissed out expression on your face and eyes closed. He knows you aren’t asleep but needs to get you ready in case you do fall asleep on him.

Slowly, he sits him and pulls himself out, hissing at the feeling. You squirm and it makes him feel bad, though he does get very distracted by the way your abused pussy looks all swollen from your multiple activities tonight.

You’re slowly gaining your consciousness back, finally coming too when you feel something scratchy wipe at your thighs. You try to squirm out of the way but Steve holds you still with his strong hands, continuing to clean you up.

Finally you open your eyes and Steve can sense you looking at him. His eyes dart up to you, a relieved smile gracing his lips, and he stands up quickly to give you a quick kiss on the lips before he crouches down again.

“Welcome back,” he says and you give him a tired smile in response. “Here, sit up for me.”

He grabs your hands to help you sit up on the bed, only leaving you for a second to grab the tshirt that was laid out next to you to help you put it on. He has already put on his boxers and sweats that he leaves here for the times he spends the nights unplanned, which happen more often than not.

“Come on, you need to get ready for bed,” he says and scoops you up effortlessly in his arms.

You’re glad because you know your legs wouldn’t have worked even if you begged them to, so you just let him carry you. He sits you on the toilet so you pee, then helps you move around so you can brush your teeth and wash your face. It’s like he knows your own nighttime routine like the back of his hand. When you make it back to your room, you launch yourself face first onto your bed, ready to let sleep wave over you. You don’t even feel Steve get in after you, or hear him turn off the light. You just feel his strong arms wrap around you and pull you closer to him.

When you wake up, the bed is empty. The first thing that you think is that you had an insanely wet dream about your best friend that you need to forget about. But then you see his polo hanging off the top of your bookshelf and his jeans on the floor by your desk chair. All the memories of last night come flooding back to you and your cheeks heat up.

Instead of sitting in your room, stressing out over what happened, you decide to pee and then eat something so you can think everything through level headed. Only when you go to stand up, your legs nearly give out. You curse under your breath because you don’t know if your parents are awake and while you know they won’t care, you’d rather not have them think you’re grown up just yet.

You slowly make your way to the bathroom, peeing and then brushing your teeth. You look in the mirror and your hair is a mess with a mix of bedhead and everything that went on last night. You attempt to smooth down the friz but you did get your mother’s hair in the sense that it always looks messy so you give up. You tie it up just to wash your face and you’re shocked by no hickies. You swore Steve went to town marking up your neck last night but you don’t see any so you wash your face quickly, let your hair back down, and head downstairs.

Before you get to the kitchen you can already smell breakfast. You think it’s probably your dad cooking for you and your mom but when you get around the corner you see Steve turned away from you, cooking something on the stove. He’s shirtless, just wearing his sweats with a hint of his blue boxers peeking out from the top. You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him, and you press a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Morning,” you whisper, nuzzling your head into his back.

“Morning, doll,” he says and turns around in your hold to give you a quick peck. You aren’t fully enough to comprehend the kiss but it makes you smile nonetheless. “How’d you sleep?”

“Okay, my legs are sore though,” you say and he gets a shit eating grin on his stupid face.

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh shut up, Harrington,” you say and turn around to get a drink.

Before he says something else, you can hear your dad whistle before he walks into the kitchen.

“Smells good in here,” he says and goes over to the coffee pot to pour two cups. “Whatcha making there, Steven?”

“Morning Jeff,” Steve says and motions to the stove. “I made bacon, some eggs, and I made pancake batter but I didn’t know what everyone liked for toppings so I was waiting.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you, Steven,” your dad says and claps him on the shoulder before taking a mug upstairs. “I’m going to attempt to wake the missus with the promise of breakfast. You two go ahead and eat, I’m sure we’ll be a minute,” he winks walking up the stairs.

“God I wonder how much she drank,” you say and pour two glasses of orange juice.

“I didn’t hear them come inside last night so they must have stayed out late,” Steve replies and slides a plate in front of you.

You look down and there are two blueberry pancakes, some scrambled eggs, and then a few pieces of bacon. Then another plate slides over next to yours only with two plain pancakes instead.

“What is it with you and not eating flavored things?” you ask, grabbing your plate and sitting down at a stool.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” he says and wipes, what you’re assuming is orange juice, off the side of your mouth with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth to clean off. You nearly fall off your chair right then and there. “I had my favorite thing to eat last night. It had a nice sweet flavor, a little silky, and oh so moist.”

Your mouth falls open at what he says and he just smirks in response before sitting down next to you.

You both eat in comfortable silence, and after you finish your pancakes you lean your head on his shoulder because you’re tired and also just want to touch him. You can finally hear some movement coming from upstairs so you know your dad got your mom out of bed.

“Good morning,” your dad calls from the stairs again and you can hear your mom tell him to shut up, her head feels like there is a drum set in there pounding.

You look behind you when you hear your parents come into the room. Your mom walks over to you, more like shuffles over, to give you a kiss on the cheek and then she collapses on the stool next to you while your dad makes her a plate of bacon and eggs to eat while he makes her a pancake.

Steve stands up to refill her coffee mug and before your mom can say thank you, something catches her eye.

“Steve, what on earth happened to your back?” she gasps and you look over at his back as well.

There are scratch marks covering the top part, and small bruises where your fingertips were gripping onto him for dear life. You nearly choke on your orange juice, coughing because you inhaled it and also because you’re so uncomfortable.

“That would’ve been Dustin Henderson,” Steve says and looks at you like you’re crazy for nearly dying due to orange juice. “We went to the pool and he thought it would be fun to play chicken. I didn’t realize he would try to water board me at the same time.”

You parents laugh at that, then your dad tells Steve to get Dustin back the next time he tries to kill him in the pool.

“Oh don’t worry sir, I’ll make sure to let him pay for what he did to my back,” Steve says and gives you a wink.

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eddiemunson-fanfic · 1 year

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Step brother adores you pt. 4

Eddie Munson x Plus size!FM!Reader

Warnings: oral, p in v, fingering, petnames (daddy, slut, whore)

Summary: After the concert and your shennanigans in the van, he drove you home. You had a breakfast together, and Haley really had a lot to say about Eddie disappearing on you the first night he was told to watch over you. He promised it wouldn't happen again, and he sure kept his promise. He was there every time your dad and Haley went out on a date, and you always had mind blowing sex. For weeks you kept it hidden, until that one family dinner, where your dad and Haley announced something big. Would your relationship stand, or would it crumble below your feet?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5 (coming soon)

"You really gonna do it?" Eddie says, as his foot touches yours beneath the table.

You both look at your parents with shock, and you can't even believe what you just heard.

You brushed your hand on top of his thigh, squeezing lightly as he glanced at you quick, before his eyes went to his mom again. His hand going over yours under the table, squeezing lightly.

"Yeah, we've talked a bit about it, and we wanted to hear with you guys too, I mean" Haley said as she looked at your dad with sparkle in her eyes.

Fuck, this was not good. Or was it? You couldn't really tell by the shock you had right now.

"Me and your dad have been dating for half a year now, and we wanna make something more of it" she said, taking her attention entirely over to you as you looked at them both with shock.

You deep down knew this was gonna happen sooner or later, but you hoped it would be later rather than sooner. You loved the relationship you have gotten with Eddie over the past few months, and so did he.

"I have seen that you guys are really close too, and that makes us both so happy, because we really want this to work" Haley says, and you can't do anything but to nod.

"I wanna sell our house, so we can move in here, Eds" she says, and Eddie's jaw drops to the floor. You squeeze his thigh for reassurance, and he huffs.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't be that bad" he says as he squeezes your hand back, smiling slightly before he redirects his attention back to his mom.

"They got enough bedrooms, so you'll have your own, and I'll just be with Jeff in his room" she says as she smiles at your dad.

Ugh, that was strange. You haven't heard anyone say his name in so long, you were used with them saying Mr. Y/L/N, or just your dad, or dad in general. You never called him by his own name.

The way your dad's eyes sparkled when she spoke, made everything clear. This was happening, and you couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Can we be excused? I want to talk to Y/N alone, finding out if we can be siblings" Eddie said suddenly, which made you look at him with confusion clear in your eyes.

You deep down knew he meant something else despite what he said to your parents. He wanted to figure out how you guys would go about your relationship whenever they moved in with you and your dad.

"Of course, sweetie, take all the time you need, both of you" she reassured, and Eddie smirked. Oh boy, he had something on his mind for sure.

"Is it okay if I take her with me for the weekend? My band is gonna play out of town, and I would love for Y/N to join me" he smiled, and his mom aw'ed at his antics.

Oh, if she only knew what was going on in that head of his, she would not have aw'ed right now.

"Of course! Right Jeff? They deserve to bond, right?" Haley insisted, and your dad just hummed, but nodded approvingly.

"If Y/N want too, she can, but don't you have work in the morning, Y/N?" your dad asked, and you shook your head.

"Next weekend is my work weekend, this time I have the weekend off" you reassured him, and he nodded.

"Be safe, kids!" Haley yelled after you when Eddie dragged you up to your room for you to pack some clothes as he sat on your bed, looking at you.

"You look so sexy in those shorts, could you take them with you?" he asked, holding up some shorts you used to bed sometimes.

You chuckled, and smiled at him.

"What do you have planned for us, big boy?" you cooed, walking closer to him, standing between his legs as his hands landed on the back of your thighs as you leaned down to kiss him.

"I know your band doesn't play until next month, so I know you got something in that mind of yours"

"I wanna take a weekend away with my girl, and maybe fuck her brains out and eat... I mean, treat her right" he smirked, and you giggled.

"Stupid" you said, swatting his chest playfully. "But you love me!" he smiled his goofiest smile at you, before he slapped your ass.

"Get ready so we can leave!" he huffed, and you shook your head laughing at him, getting the stuff you needed for the weekend.

Meanwhile in the kitchen:

"Aren't they just the sweetest?" Haley said in the kitchen as she helped your dad clean up after dinner.

"Yeah, really sweet" your dad mumbled back at her.

"Oh, don't be such a sourpuss!" she teased your dad, smirking at him.

"While they're away, we can have fun here all by ourself, big boy" she hummed, her hands landing on his chest, squeezing lightly as he smirked back at her, groping her ass before he kissed her hungrily.

~~~

Eddie had booked a really nice hotel a few miles away from Hawkins, and it was beautiful. You wondered how he could afford such a nice hotel, but you didn't care to ask as he opened the door to your room for you, and you ran and leapt into the bed. It was bouncy, and you giggled as Eddie closed the door behind him and followed suit.

He leaped into the bed beside you, the bounce from him made such force you almost got jumped out of the bed, and Eddie catched you before you rolled out, tugging you flush against him, laughing.

You laid there in his arms in a happy bliss of laughter before it died down a bit, as you cuddled close to him as he kissed the top of your head, stroking small circles on your lower back with his thumb as you laid there in his embrace.

"I love you" you said, breaking the silence as he stopped breathing for a sec hearing those words fall off your lips.

He looked down at you, cupping your chin, making you look up at him before he smiled.

"I love you" he said, kissing you tenderly.

His lips were so soft, and you were addicted. The feeling of them kissing you back was intoxicating, and you'd do anything to make those moments last forever.

"You wanna go down to the restaurant, or should we order in?" he asked, pulling away from the kiss.

You look at him and grin.

"Order in!" you say excitedly, and he laughs, kissing you once more.

"Go find the menu, find something you want, and I'll order" he says as you jump out of the bed, almost running towards the desk where the menu were, jumping into bed with him again as he opened his arm for you to snuggle close.

As you checked what they had, he just held you, pampering you in kisses.

"After dinner, I want my desert" he stated, as he cupped your pussy, and you could see his eyes change from love, to lust.

Your mouth agape as he started kissing down your neck, and you moaned as he started sucking your neck, marking you.

"Eds" you moaned as your nails dug into his delicate skin on his back. He whinces a bit from the pain, but chuckled as you leaned your head to the side to give him better access.

He would mark your neck up if he continued this, but you didn't care. You loved having his lips on you.

"Y/N, you feel so good" he says as his hands roam your body hungrily. Cupping a tit as he sucks another mark into your neck.

"Eds, food" you try to tell him, but it comes more out as a moan.

"Yes, you're my dinner" he states, as he starts to hover over you, kissing down your neck, releasing your tits from your bra as he groans from the sensation of seeing them flop free.

You wiggle under his touch as your stomach grumbles, and Eddie is sent out of his trance, hearing your stomach.

"Shit, sorry princess, I got a bit to carried away" he says as he bit his lip. You smile at him, cupping his cheek.

"I'd love to get down and dirty with you, but I need food first baby" you reassure him, and he nods eagerly.

"Ofcourse my princess! My princess will never go hungry on my watch!" he says a bit dramatic, holding onto his chest as if he's holding a sword and a shield in the other.

You laughed at his actions, and he picked up the phone to dial down to the reception.

"What do my princess want?" he smiled at you, and you listed a few things, and he didn't even hesitate to order them, as he ordered himself a bacon-cheese burger with fries.

You went into the bathroom to shower before the food came, and when you got out of the bathroom, Eddie had stripped down to nothing, laying on the bed with a few plates laying around him, his hand motioning to the food as you laughed at him.

"What are you even doing?" you laughed, walking closer to him.

"Well, this is dinner" he motioned for the food in front of him. "And this" he motioned to his glistening dick. "Is dessert if you eat good enough amount of food" he smirked, and you laughed even more.

"Babe" you started, but couldn't finish as he smiled dorky at you.

"What" he asked, dumbfounded, smiling at you. You shook your head at his antics, and sat down beside him in bed, leaning down to kiss his lips before you pulled away and looked at him, adoration in your eyes.

"I wanna keep you forever"

He smiles, and shakes his head chuckling.

"Well, by the look of our parents, it seems like I'm not leaving any time soon, not that I ever wanted to either"

Shit. You totally forgot about that for a quick second.

"Fuck, I completely forgot about that for a hot second" your face a painful grimace as he drags you down into his arms.

"Hey, it's gonna be fine, we just have to be a bit more sneaky, and whenever one of us can save up for our own place, we don't have to be just as sneaky" he stated. You guess he had a point.

"Look at me" he said, trying to pull your chin up so you had to look at him.

"It's gonna be okay" he smiles. "Do you trust me?"

You nod.

"I need your words princess"

"I do trust you" you spoke, and he smiled, leaning up to peck your lips.

"I got you" he stated, matter of factly before he sat up, handing you one plate with some food on it.

"Now eat, and forget for a while, I'll make you forget even better after" he winked, and you swatted at his arm playfully, shaking your head, trying to not focus on how your pussy was clenching around nothing by his statement.

His eyes never leaving yours, as his smirk grew, knowing exactly what was happening between your legs.

"Ooor" he dragged out the word, laying down between your legs, spreading them apart, as he smiled seeing the wet spot that grew by the second on your panties.

"I could eat you out while you eat yourself" he said, pushing your panties to the side, not giving you any opportunity to protest against him as he shoved his face into your pussy, lapping up the juices that had formed, as he licked a stripe from the start of your entrance up to your clit, before his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hungrily as you gasped, your hands pulling at his hair as he shoved a finger inside you, slowly, arching it just right to hit that sweet spot as you moaned loudly.

He hummed against you as he pumped his finger a few times in and out of you as you clenched your legs together from pleasure, but his other hand pushed them apart again.

"Fuck, Eddie" you moaned, you could feel him smirk against your pussy as he entered another finger, stretching you out as he pumped them in and out of you sweetly, torturing you almost. The sound of your wet pussy against his fingers made your head fall back in pleasure, as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that sweet spot as his tongue circled around your clit.

Your hips started to buck against his face, and he hummed.

"Yes baby, cum for daddy" he spoke softly, and it wasn't long after you came undone around his fingers, his mouth latching up your juices as you came.

He let you ride out your high, your hips bucking against his face, riding his face as your orgasm came to an end.

He crawled up against you, hovering over you as he smiled down at you, licking his fingers clean.

"I love the taste of you" he said, grinning at you, before you leaned up, pulling his face down towards you, your lips crashing against eachother as you ate his lips hungrily, tasting yourself off of him before pulling away, smirking at him, licking your lips.

"And I love the taste of me off your lips even more"

The weekend went by so fast, you barely felt like you had time to even enjoy your time with Eddie at all. The way everything seemed to go by in a haste, making sure you didn't get time at all to enjoy eachother was painful, but you knew it would be something like that in general.

You were packing your bag you had brought with you as you stood there, thinking about how hot the sex was yesterday. How he made you see stars as you came for him the 6th time that night. How he made you feel like the only girl in the world who could make him happy. How he felt stretching you out, softly, hard, and passionate. He was everything to you, and you could feel yourself falling for him more and more. This was not good. This would mean trouble. You could smell it already. See how the troubles evolved over time, how much pain it would cause you and him.

If you could, or had even the willpower to do it, you would kiss him goodbye, tell him this meant everything to you. Everything he did to you during the weekend. How he treated you was everything you had ever wished for, but it had to come to an end. If you knew you would never see him again, you would definitely do that. Just turn away and walk. But you couldn't. You knew that. He knew that. And it was dangerous.

You squealed slightly when he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling the hair covering your neck over to the other side so he could place soft kisses to your skin.

"Hey beautiful" he hummed against your skin, causing goosebumps to form as he spoke, and a pool in your panties starting to form too. Fuck.

"Eds, please" you tried to push out, but even you could barely hear what you said.

Your arms went on autopilot when you interlaced your fingers with his, your head falling to the side slightly to give him better access to your skin as you hummed with satisfaction of feeling him touching you. You loved everything he did to you or with you. He has become your rock in life without even realising it.

You had really digged your own grave with this relationship, but what could you do when you could never get enough of him? Get enough of the time you had together? And soon you would be sharing a house? Soon you would be step siblings? Fuck.

"Eds" you tried to push yourself away from him, but he didn't let go at all, just pushed you closer to him as he kissed your neck, humming against your skin.

"Eds" you tried again, a bit more stern this time, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

"What, princess?" he spoke, his voice cracking as he did, probably scared because you never used that tone with him at all.

"What are we gonna do about the situation with our parents?"

You really wanted to know if he was just as scared about it as you were.

You turned around his arms, looking up at him as he smiled down at you.

"I promise" he started, cupping your cheek as he placed a soft kiss to your lips before he pulled away again.

"I promise we will figure it out, if not, I'm gonna tell my mom about us, and ask her for advice, because I know for a fact that she will try her best to help us if we need it" he said, seeming really sure about the entire thing, so it made you relax.

You smiled at him, leaning into his touch as you reached up to place your hand on top of his, kissing his wrist as you chuckled.

"This is gonna be a turbulent journey"

"Yeah, but we'll be by eachother's side the entire time" he reassured you, kissing your lips one last time before he smiled at you.

"Ready?"

You let out a deep breath as you looked at him, nodding slowly.

"Ready as can be, I guess"

~~~

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sourw0lfs · 2 months

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the very first night part three

OR: the one where Chrissy joins Corroded Coffin, a 5+1 fic wc: 1086 | rating: M | pairing: hellcheer | modern au | AO3 written for @strangerthingsreversebigbang art inspiration by @sunflowerharrington beta'd by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

3. after releasing their first professional album

Just like before, things between the two of them get lost in the rush of life, always just hanging on the edge of things like a tease. Chrissy finds herself more and more often wishing she could be brave enough to do something about it. She isn’t. Not yet.

Instead she puts all of her focus and attention on getting their album done with the rest of the band. She puts everything she has into it, in the hopes that with her help it’s enough to propel them even more. Because now that they have it? She never wants to lose it. She doesn’t want the boys to lose it, to see their dreams destroyed before they even really get to touch them.

The process is really nothing like Chrissy’s expecting, but that doesn’t deter her. Instead she just pushes through the exhaustion, the creative blocks, the arguments about how things should sound. And in the end, they end up with something they can all be proud of. But making the album is the easy part, or so she’s heard. The hard part is getting it out there, getting people to listen to some band they’ve never heard of before.

Waiting for the results is almost as excruciating as whatever’s going on between her and Eddie. The band spends the days leading up to the release and the first week following it all hovering around each other, moving from home to home and making sure no one is ever actually alone. It’s a sense of family that Chrissy wants to bottle up and keep for herself on the nights they’re all separated.

Most of her time is spent with Eddie, both of them silently agreeing to basically stay plastered to each other’s sides, but no one calls them on it. There are no weird looks when the others show up and they’re shoulder to shoulder on a couch or standing side by side in the kitchen. If anything, they just treat it as normal. Maybe it is normal.

Maybe Chrissy’s over-thinking things in her anxiety about the album doing well.

When the Billboard 200 finally drops, the whole band is gathered together, hunched over Jeff’s laptop, waiting for the list to refresh.

“It changed, scroll!” Gareth all but shrieks right in his ear when they refresh the page for what feels like the millionth time.

No one in the band actually expects to see Corroded Coffin on the list, they’ve all said as much, so the absolutely deafening uproar that explodes in the room when they find themselves nestled in at 184 is enough to carry Chrissy into the next year. Her grin feels like it’s going to split her face apart and she looks around to find the boys all matching.

Eddie’s phone buzzing violently across the table is enough to pull their attention out of the clouds and away from the screen to stare at it. “Fuck, it’s the label,” Eddie swears as he scrambles to answer the call.

He ducks out of the room as he gives his greeting, and the rest of the band yells after him, but no one follows. The room is still buzzing with energy and giving Eddie the time and space to focus on a conversation feels correct. Chrissy thinks she would have stopped the guys if they had tried, but as always, everyone is on the same page.

The minutes until he comes back in are agonizing, all eyes locked on the door. But then Eddie’s busting back inside with an even wider grin than the one he left with. “We’re going on tour!” he crows into the room.

“No fucking way!” Grant is the first to recover and the roar that follows this time is even louder.

The five of them all start talking over each other, shouting cities they want to see, listing things they want on whatever stage they end up on, what songs to cover to make the set longer. It’s a mess, and Chrissy wouldn’t change it for a moment.

Hours later, the energy still hasn’t waned, though their volume certainly has. Since the initial explosion, the band has called the label again, this time as a group, to talk more in depth about this supposed tour they’re getting thanks to the album doing well.

It’s not a big thing at all, not like how bigger artists tour, but it’s a start. It’s a step in the right direction. It’s their dreams coming true.

As the day drifts into the late hours of the night, everyone finally manages to pull themselves away, to go back home to recover from the absolute roller-coaster of emotions the day has given them. It feels almost expected that the last two still sitting around Eddie’s living room are him and Chrissy. It’s just how things always go when the band finally departs.

“A tour!” Eddie exclaims as he flops himself across Chrissy’s lap, drawing a giggle from her as he does so. “Our tour!”

Chrissy reaches down to flick some hair off Eddie’s forehead, grinning at him. “A headlining tour,” she agrees. Because they have, up to this point, worked with bigger names as openers with self-published albums. This feels so much bigger, better, brighter.

It really feels like they’ve succeeded now, but Chrissy feels like she should reserve her final judgment of that until after they’ve finished the tour, because this could be the only one they ever get. But she doesn’t want to think about that right now. Instead she focuses on how excited she is, on the energy buzzing through her entire body, on the heat of Eddie’s body splayed across hers.

She wants to be brave, to use the energy still lingering around them, to finally, finally make a move towards everything she wants, but she doesn’t. A voice in the back of her mind tells her not to, to wait until the tour is planned and wrapped, to not make things weird if something goes wrong, not when they’re on the precipice of actual success.

Without a thought, Chrissy’s hand curls into Eddie’s hair, playing with the strands and smoothing them back again. Her eyes meet his and for a second, Chrissy thinks that maybe she doesn’t have to be the brave one, especially as Eddie’s eyes roam her face.

He’s only just shifted onto his elbows when his phone buzzes on the table again. Shaking his head and breaking the moment, Eddie looks away from Chrissy finally, eyes moving to see the name on the screen instead. “It’s Wayne,” he explains even though Chrissy can read it too. “I gotta… I should talk to him, tell him the good news.”

Chrissy is nodding before he’s even done talking, already untangling her fingers so he can sit up. She mourns the loss of the warmth, mourns her cowardice, but she smiles anyway as Eddie excitedly answers the phone. And she smiles when she heads home for the night. And she’ll smile through the tour. And she’ll smile when she finally tells Eddie how she feels when it’s all done.

Planning the tour is even more exhausting than planning the album, but they get it done. They have dates, they have venues lined up, they have buses full of equipment. And they have the open road in front of them.

Watching the country fly by as they drive, Chrissy starts figuring out her plan to give herself plenty of time to get it right. She doesn’t leave room for things to go wrong, because how could they?

#fox writes things #hellcheer #hellcheer fic #strangerthingsreversebigbang #halfway there!

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tpwkwriter · 2 years

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Tour bus blues.

• even the biggest of stars get nervous before shows :/

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It wasn’t often H felt nervous or anxious before a show, but when he did it was awful to see, his eyes which so normally so full of life and love were filled with a layer of gloss and worry.

Where his hands would normally wrapped around your waist or shoulders they would nervously be fiddling with the rings that sat perfectly on his fingers.

It was ‘one night only’ in New York, you and Harry’s team were backstage of the UBS arena frantically getting ready for the show, apart from Harry was no where to be seen.

It wasn’t until after 3 missed calls y/n was starting to worry, ‘cmon answer H please” she’d sigh while biting her nails in pure stress

“Any luck?” Jeff would ask

“No, none at all, I’m gonna go look for him” she’d stress.

While leaving the arena, not only the cool breeze of air hit her, but the sound of screams and chants of fans queuing up did, Thank the lord they were round the front and couldn’t see her, otherwise she would’ve been trapped in an obstacle course of fans.

Her eyes land on the tour bus, which is where they all spent the most time, she was hoping H was in there.

She creaked the door open and stepped inside revealing the dimly lit row of bunks inside.

“H? Babe you in here” she crooned

No reply.

The slid open the door to look in the lounge section of the bus. There it revealed her H sitting on the velvet sofa, hair messy, and head in his hands looking towards the floor.

“Baby” she murmured, with her gaze softening at the sight.

He looked up, eyes glossy and filled with tears, cheeks flushed and hands shaky.

Without a thought y/n rushed over to his side and knelt down beside him putting both hands on his thigh.

“M’baby, what’s got you like this?” She said, moving her hands to cup his face

He closed his eyes, and sunk into the comfort of her touch before answering.

“Cant do it..I cant”

“What if they hate it..the album” he adds

“H, what have I told you? Hmm the world absolutely loves it so far, people cant wait for your tours and shows and future releases”

“I’ve already heard about 10,000 people chanting ‘as it was’, people are gonna love it, in the short 10 hours of the album being out, they already seem to know all the words, hmm?” She continues pressing a kiss to his lips.

“You’ve worked so hard this baby, you deserve it so much” she stood up and offered him her hand to which he gladly accepted. Once the couple were stood up y/n took it upon herself to fix the mans tousled hair.

“Your gonna smash it out there, my pretty boy” she gushes running her hand through his hair.

“Hate bein this vulnerable sometimes” he says a small smile creeping up on his face.

“D’ya not love the extra lovin from your girlfriend huh?” She smiles leaning up on her tippy toes and kissing him once more.

“I love you y/n” he mutters

“Mm love you”

The what was a sweet moment was kindly interrupted by a frantic Jeff who slung open the door to the bus.

“Harry!! Y/n there you are” he pants

“Been looking for you everywhere!, now come on we have 10 minutes till showtime!” He exclaims running straight back out.

A giggle was left between the couples after that.

They locked hands and left to walk back into the arena, you both make into your shared dressing room, while allowing H to finalise getting ready y/n found herself on Twitter and was reading through all the tweets about tonight including the number one trend which was “NYC one night only Harry styles” a smile lands on the girls face at the sight of it.

Her thoughts were knocked when she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist, she leant back into his hold.

“Everyone’s really excited for tonight H, they say they can’t wait to hear the album for the first time live” she informs

He presses a kiss to her cheek. “Cant wait to see them all, excited for them to hear it” he smiles

“That’s more like it, it’s gonna be amazing”

The last 5 minutes were spent telling y/n how grateful he was just to have her by his side no matter what.

With a Goodluck kiss, he was off to start the show.

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tracybirds · 1 year

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friendship is magic and i'm thinking hard about tracy fam and their relationships <3 this is simply a list of possibilities for me to use to pick and choose :D Named characters are background characters, then I'm listing the circles they run in

just some silly fun for a thursday morning, gonna go do dishes and maths now :D

SCOTT

Marion Van Arkel

Kat Cavanaugh

Asher and Finn

Toshi Murakami

tracy industries people

uni friends (the man needs people to geek out about maths with)

personally i don't think he kept in touch with any air force people but i guess there's them too

VIRGIL

Cass McCready

online engineering community (as in Nutty's V.T. Green bc i'm never not obsessed with that fic)

art group

orchestra friends

jazz band buds (Virgil is in a jazz band and they meet up monthly for jazz band shenanigans)

JOHN

Ridley O'Bannon

Tycho Reeves (trust me on this one, I know they didn't really interact but also trust me)

space fam (neighbours group chat but the neighbours are all in space.... they have a chess tournament once a year)

stingray fandom friends

astrophysics nerds

GORDON

Robby Shelby

Buddy and Ellie Pendergast

Scraps

enviro friends (*cough cough* @gumnut-logic's Raoul Island crew)

old swim team

WASP buddies

ALAN

Brandon Barrenger

Conrad

cavern quest / gaming friends

homeschool "pen pals"

Alan needs more friends the poor kid must get lonely :'(

KAYO

Wayne Rigby

Doyle

Andi Houseman

GDF buds that Rigby introduces her to

she has the whole tracy fam so it's a little different for her i think bc she gets to live with her best friends* all the time

BRAINS

Moffie

a select few other science friends

his sister's acting friends that have adopted him (based on the linked headcanon)

GRANDMA TRACY

Kip Harris (get it Grandma!!!)

i like to think she's in an aviation club

also doctor friends :D

give me a stitch and bitch for grandma lol

keeps in touch with all the kansas friends <3

JEFF

Lee Taylor

Colonel Casey

Ned Tedford (once Jeff comes back and they go rescue this hapless man AGAIN, Jeff invites him back for dinner and they become good friends I'm holding onto this one)

air force buddies

rich people pals

Penelope's Dad (Hugh????)

*disclaimer that my personal interpretation of kayo is that she's a good friend who is like a sister and the six of them casually refer to each other as such but isn't actually adopted bc her dad by all accounts is still alive and all that and personally I found the way TAG handled that weird.... but my experience is that I call my two best friends sisters without a trace of irony bc our families were closely intertwined and i've known them since birth and grown up with them. I even lived with them for a time as a child when my parents couldn't look after me. That's what Kayo and the boys feels like to me and is obvs very influenced by my own experience of being sent to live with another family while growing up.

#this is mostly for me and my thoughts #i'm sure there's people I've forgotten lol #thunderbirds are go

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lizzybeth1986 · 2 years

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Fashion Faux Pas

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 3

Character: Kiara Theron (featuring a couple...AHEM...OCs). No pairing except for a hint of Hana x Kiara if you look really hard.

Rating: PG (a bit of cussing)

Word Count: 1,844+ words

Summary: You'd think the daughter of one of the most fashionable duchies in the country would be given the absolute best of haute couture. But alas...

Tagging @choicesficwriterscreations for FoTW

A/N: A thing just about every Kiara stan agrees on is that the outfit the team gave her for the Costume Gala was a fucking travesty. Ngl this fic was an opportunity to show off the gown I'd hc'd she would wear instead, to explore a bit of how Kiara was faring at the time, and to snark at the narrative a bit. It is set in the time between the Homecoming Ball and the Unity Tour visit to Castelserraillan, in my Petals and Thornes universe.

"This..." Kiara whispers, trying very very hard not to make it sound like a hiss, "this is what you want me to wear for the Costume Gala?"

This season's most favoured designers for the event ("the Gilded Three", Ana de Luca had called them in a recent interview) stare back at her, quite inexplicably impressed with themselves.

"Yes, Lady Kiara - look at this!" titters Karina L., running a seemingly-reverant hand over the dress, her words and manner of speaking fast and impatient. You can tell by the rapid flow of her sentences that this woman is a Lythikan. "The best fabrics money can buy - and all in your house colours!"

Kiara doesn't have to touch the dress to know Karina is lying through her teeth. The fabric feels scratchy and rough beneath her fingers - she might as well have been touching the fabric-equivalent of plastic. Cloth so cheap, Kiara is sure they have cleaning rags more luxuriant lying around in the estate.

"And not just your House Colours! See, my Lady, the feathers placed strategically over your sleeves. A fitting tribute to your House Crest, and to the Duchy of Haute Couture!" chirps Jenna Y., her repetitive flicking of her hair behind her right ear a clear sign that even she isn't quite convinced of what she's saying.

Keep those words out of your mouth! Kiara wants to yell, the smile she'd initially greeted the designers with now a thin grimace. Haute couture indeed. It's one thing if your feathers are faux - it's another if the ones you chose make faux feathers look like masterpieces! These, on the other hand, look like they'd been picked out of the garbage heap of a neglected owlery.

If she hadn't already seen samples of Team JKJ's work in secret, she'd have come to the conclusion that none of these people would know haute couture if it danced in front of them naked. But Maman had procured leaked sketches and photographs of Olivia's outfit - resplendent in satiny red, black lines weaving in and out of the fabric like a spider's web, glittering with shining beadwork and intricate detailing. And now these fuckers are standing here, in her estate, enjoying her lemon cakes and profiteroles and hospitality, shamelessly disguising their mothbitten leftovers as fashion befitting a lady of a Great House.

She can tell from their goddamned faces that they fully expect her to lie down and take this disrespect.

It's one thing to be disappointed in the result yet imagine that it was the result of sincere, heartfelt work. She's seen lesser-known designers provided with half their budget, who have showcased far greater work. This effort is about as sincere as Countess Madeleine's press-friendly "patriotism".

Rhythmically, Kiara taps a fingernail each onto the mound-of-Venus on her palm. The light sting on her soft skin is a welcome diversion. It's a calming technique she's been using since she turned 18, and right now she needs all the tranquility she can bring back on her face. An Olivia Nevrakis can throw a hissy fit and have the national papers gently laugh and gloss over her tantrums. She can't.

Jeff H., the final designer, truly pushes his luck when he pipes up. "I would have gotten the best hat to go with this outfit too - but I've heard that here in Castelserraillan there's scant appreciation for headgear." He sniffs in clear annoyance. Kiara briefly closes her eyes against the image of those dreadful faux feathers atop her head. She's heard enough about this man's obsession for hats - the perfect kind, according to him, is the kind that will render the subject's head invisible ("Heads are overrated!" She can just imagine Jeff say). No wonder Queen Mother Regina was always annoyed around him.

She wonders what dress Jeff would've had in mind for the Countess of Fydelia. It's been long known that the blonde "Two-Time Almost-Queen" (merci, Duchess Esther) has been his muse and inspiration, and he will undoubtedly save his best work for her. Already she's heard through the grapevine that he made orders for at least a hundred lookalikes of pine-tree needles, as authentic as he could possibly get them, to be artfully placed over her bodice in gold thread. One may claim that plans for the gown were in place before King Liam broke off his engagement to the Countess...but Kiara doubts that any of that would have made much of a difference to Jeff.

Kiara is hopeful that they've brought other options with them, but they seem far too confident that this outfit would automatically win the heart of the Lady of Castelserraillan. Or at least that she'll sigh and take it, fearing backlash and censure. This awful dress really was the only one they'd planned to bring for her. A disappointment she doesn't often feel settles deep in her stomach, but she pushes it away, pasting on her most genuine-looking smile.

"Give me a moment. Maman is at Côte d'Or at the moment...she insisted she see pictures of the outfit as soon as I got to see it."

The Gilded Three shift uncomfortably on their feet. "Is that completely necessary?" Karina's pacing of words sounds eerily slower.

"Of course! She'd think something was wrong if I didn't."

Pictures give way to frenetic messaging, the messages result in a fifteen minute phone call with the designers included. The trio leave barely twenty-three minutes after that phone call, polyester outfit in tow. Kiara is rather impressed at how well Maman handled that; she picked her words, and the rare fake compliment on their expertise, carefully...but you could tell from the look in her eyes and the way she pressed her fingers together that she was seething inside.

Kiara knows this, because Maman asks her to look around to see if anyone but their most trusted staff is around, and then asks her to move the call to where the wine cellars are.

Maman has to be really done with everyone's bullshit, to want to move a call to the cellar.

Kiara is getting a dressing-change done when Maman returns from Côte d'Or. She doesn't actually hear her mother come in; when they're changing the bandages and inspecting how far her knife wound has close, Kiara would much rather close her eyes and shut the world out.

If she focuses too much, thinks too much about what the medical staff is doing...she is bound to remember. The image of the split-second that that knife was hurtling towards her...no. No. She won't think of this. Already it's hard enough to handle the nightmares that will follow.

So she closes her eyes and thinks of the trip to Switzerland Baba promised for the entire family. Thinks of the clear, almost mirrorlike, waters of Lake Titisee, of feeding swans and sampling chocolate in Zurich. The fresh air is bound to clear her mind.

She knows Maman has arrived when she feels a trembling, manicured hand over hers, squeezing lightly when Kiara holds on. It stays that way till the medical staff leaves.

"Maman," Kiara gets up gingerly, giving her mother a weak smile.

"Doudou," her mother whispers back, engulfing her in a light, cautious embrace. "Did those miscreants leave our house with that dreadful excuse of a dress?"

A small smile plays on Kiara's lips as she nods. "I was rather impressed with your composure, Maman, that much I can tell you."

"Psh. It's a good thing I wasn't physically there. That garbage deserved to be doused in rubbing alcohol and set on fire!* And those "Gilded Three" would never be allowed to set foot in Castelserraillan again."

Kiara laughs. "I doubt Baba would be comfortable with things getting that far."

Maman shakes her head. "That man has the patience of a saint. I'm glad you didn't inherit all of that from him. Some of the time we do need to put up a bit more of a fight."

Kiara sighs, the resignation in her voice already sending frissons of apprehension down her mother's spine. "We have to learn to pick our battles, Maman."

She doesn't meet her mother's eyes. To her mother none of what Kiara says about court sounds like her fitting in. To her it sounds like too much compromise. To see her mother hurt for her like that, over something she'd made her peace with a long time ago...right now, after everything that's happened, after Homecoming Ball - it's too much.

Maman looks away. Kiara is grateful for this kindness, knowing how much it costs her mother. "Well. I'm glad this is a battle your father was prepared for."

Kiara looks up in surprise. "What do you mean?"

She smiles. "Do you really think we'd bank on designers we barely had a relationship with like that? For our daughter? Just because they're hot this season? We had to make sure we had backup, just in case."

Speechless, Kiara follows Maman to one of the many rooms in her bedroom.

Mon Dieu, to call this gown beautiful would be an understatement. She knows without even trying it on that its one-shouldered, heart-shape neckline would show off her shoulders, her collarbone, the cocoa-butter-enhanced smoothness of her skin in the most flattering way. The mermaid skirt is a vision in midnight black tulle; she can already feel its swish around her feet as she twirls around in a Cordonian Waltz (she tries, desperately, not to imagine the small, the golden-bronze-skinned hands that will spin her around, the brown eyes that she can only hope will return her gaze, the pink skirts floating as if they're on the clouds, together. But the image of her is relentless. It grabs her flush to itself, and won't let her go)

And their coat of arms! Weaved over the bodice in gold and silver thread, swirling into intricately interlaced patterns before descending into thin licks of golden flame just short of the mermaid skirt. The silhouette is designed specifically to mould her hips into their most desirable shape, making her voluptuousness impossible to avoid.

The last outfit would, at best, have spectators claim in a voice most nonchalant how cleverly chosen it is. This one will grab their attention and make it impossible to look away.

The owl is prominent on the design but now overwhelming. It's such a perfect representation of her home, of her...that she begins to feel something she rarely felt for a Costume Gala - breathless anticipation.

"Nothing like our local designers," Maman says, "Our lore, our traditions, our heritage...it all means the world to them."

"Maman," she breathes, "it's beautiful."

Her hand takes a playful chuck at Kiara's chin. "Nothing but the best for our Kiki," she says, "no matter what the rest of the world has to say."

As she often does when she feels emotional but doesn't want to express too much, Kiara wraps her arms around her mother, resting her chin on her shoulder. Even now, the idea of returning to that palace ballroom makes her stomach churn. But she's never felt more ready to go there, no matter when they're expected to leave for Switzerland.

Her family will be there. The people she loves will be there. She will be dressed in the most beautiful, most luxuriant fabric she has ever had the good fortune of wearing, crafted by the artisans of her home, weaved by her people. You bet she's going to feel like a million Cordonian drachmas.

For that one day, she's sure she can forget everything else. Nothing - and no one - will succeed in dimming her shine.

Notes:

1. Côte d'Or has never been mentioned in TRR, but it was very much present in RoE's version of Cordonia. It is one of the first places Leo takes the RoE MC for an outing, and is meant to be a more luxuriant version of Vegas.

2. * - This line absolutely came from the amazing @mand-delemonde, when I mentioned this point in the story. Many thanks to @cassiopeiacorvus for helping me figure out fabrics for Kiara's dreadful OG Costume Gala outfit too!

3. Drachmas was the currency used in Greece until they began using the Euro, so I just had the Cordonians use a version of it seeing as they hadn't fully entered the EU yet (tho I hc that they do later).

4. Reference for the Gown Joëlle shows Kiara:

5. I chose the names for the designers on purpose hdhshshsh

#kiara theron #kiaratheronappreciationweek #KTAW #the royal romance #the royal heir #the royal finale #KTAW Day 7 #KTAW Day 7: Fashion #lizzybeth1986 #content: fanfic

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equestrianempire · 2 months

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Breeding Spotlight: Leigh-ping Forward with OTTBs

Jeff Goodwin and Exactleigh compete at Galway Downs’ Eventing Championships in 2023. Photo by Sherry Stewart.

Taking a glance at any entry list these days, there are quite a few prefixes and suffixes that we have come to know. The ever popular Irish Cooley, Ardeo, and Fernhill, the Belgian Zangersheide Z, the up-and-coming FE, Excel, HSH and Global, and even the Argentinian Solaguayre is on the rise. One could be forgiven for missing a lone “Leigh” here and there.

But not anymore.

In the 2023 edition of the annual Event at Rebecca Farm (Kalispell, MT) — one of the top destination events on the West Coast — there were more “Leigh” horses than any other breeder, trainer, or seller. There were 14 Cooley horses, 10 Fernhill, 7 Ardeo, 6 Z, 4 Excel, 3 FE, and 1 Global.

Squeaking past them all, “Leigh” horses had 15 representatives, from CCI3*-L all the way to Beginner Novice.

Humor abounds in the names of these salwart partners: Pridefulleigh, Mixologeigh, Bankseigh, My Leighona, Casualleigh, Agatha Christeigh, and my personal favorite: Drunk & Disorderleigh.

Where do they come from?

Jil Walton operates JARBA Farms out of Rebecca Farm in Kailspell, MT where she breeds and trains her own homebreds and off the track thoroughbreds. A representative of the 1992 US Olympic Eventing team, she helped USA to a top 10 finish and finished 17th individually as the highest placed American on a self made mare called Patrona.

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Patrona herself was an off-the-tracker who Jil, in partnership with her parents, sourced in Southern California where she grew up. Walton calls her “the beginning of it all.”

“My dad, my mom, and I would pick the ones that didn’t run and turn them into event horses and event them so I’ve been doing that my whole life,” Jil said. “Then I met one of my clients, Leigh Gray. [She] brought a horse to me to event for her [while] she worked at a vet hospital and had access to lots of Thoroughbreds. So [we] started developing a relationship with trainers, and good owners, that wanted them to go on to do something other than just sit in the field.”

Most of the horses carrying the “Leigh” in their name are former racers sourced by Jil herself, and her friend Gray. But it didn’t begin that way.

Among the horses Leigh sent to Jil to be retrained and homed was Truly Triton. A 1992 chestnut gelding out of Coastal Breeze and With Approval, it began as a rehabbing project when he came to Walton with a tendon injury. Over time however, the partnership competed to the highest levels, completing the Kentucky Three-Day Event in 2004 and multiple top 10 finishes at the 4* level. As success came not only to Jil but with the horses Leigh was helping source, Jil felt a touch of inspiration.

“I decided I needed to give Leigh a little bit of credit,” she explains. “So then we started putting the Leigh on the end. I mean, it just kind of caught fire because there’s so many possibilities.”

The name options are pretty excellent (see above!). Indeed, Jil often gets messages with suggestions for Leigh names for future horses down the line.

She credits Leigh with an incredible eye for temperament and her own eye for confirmation, gleaned at her parents’ knees and her own 30+ years of experience. For soundness, she feels nothing can beat a good war horse — Thoroughbreds who have run for many years. Together, she and Leigh work in tandem to not only source successful sport horses but also to find the horse’s own passion.

“I tried to be responsible to the racehorses,” Jil says. “Some of them don’t want to jump. They don’t want to go eventing so we have one barrel racing, we have a couple that are ski-jouring.”

While Jil also breeds some of her own prospects (with the prefix JB for JARBA), her heart is firmly with the Thoroughbreds. The feeling of riding cross country on a horse with a high foundational level of fitness and forward training from their racing careers instills confidence and security. And she feels there is cause to be optimistic for the future of OTTBs in eventing.

“Before I felt like it was an uphill battle, 100%,” she says. “Thoroughbreds are getting so much more attention with the Thoroughbred Makeover and all of that. So I feel like people are more open to them now, which, for a long time, they haven’t been — so that’s rewarding to me.”

Leigh is winding down the non-profit that helped source these fine partners — the Thoroughbred Rehab Center — so there may not be a whole lot more “Leigh” horses coming through the pipeline. Jil herself is still trucking on with her part, having formed new connections and contacts in the racing industry to help retrain and rehome those horses who no longer can or want to race.

In an increasingly global sport where more and more often we see both professional and amateur members sourcing horses from outside our borders, we are seeing less and less of our own American Thoroughbred. While there is nothing wrong with finding quality wherever it may be, by casting a spotlight on our American professionals and trainers, our domestically bred horses can shine as well.

So next time you see that humor filled “Leigh” name, have a chuckle to yourself and maybe, just maybe, find your local OTTB trainer and see if you can find your next partner close to home.

Drop us a line if you know of another deserving barn, breeder, or trainer we can shine a light on!

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Dependability is often the No. 1 quality people look for in the business world

You may have dazzling talents and valuable skills, but if you’re not dependable, you won’t be successful in the long run. Following are seven ways to show people you’re dependable.

1. Do what you say you will do.

If you make a commitment, live up to it. These days word gets around quickly. One broken promise to a customer can turn into a public shellacking when a bad Internet review goes viral. The reverse is true as well: When Amazon.com’s Jeff Bezos delivered on his promise to get packages to 99.9 percent of customers before Christmas, his feat made headline news.

2. Be timely.

Showing up on time shows people you care. One of the most touching movies I’ve ever seen is about a dog named Hachi who followed his master to the train every morning at 9 a.m. and returned to greet him every afternoon at five. Even after his master died, Hachi continued to go to the train at nine and wait for his master at five, for nine years. A statue commemorates the original dog at Japan’s Shibuya train station. That’s a legendary example of the powerful relationship between timeliness and dependability.

3. Be responsive.

When you’re dependable, you respond to requests. While this may seem like common sense, it’s unfortunately not common practice. The Ritz-Carlton set the gold standard for responding to requests; it gives employees a $2,000 discretionary fund to satisfy guests.

Consider the businessman who left his laptop at the Ritz-Carlton in Atlanta. He noticed it was missing on his way to Hawaii, where he had to make a presentation the next morning. Because all his PowerPoints were in his laptop, he called the Ritz-Carlton to have it overnighted to Hawaii for his 10 a.m. presentation.

The next day the Ritz-Carlton CEO was wandering around the hotel, as he often did. When he got to housekeeping he said, “Where’s Mary?” Her co-workers said, “She’s in Hawaii.” The CEO said, “Hawaii? What’s she doing in Hawaii?” He was told about the guest who left the laptop in his room. “Mary didn’t trust that the overnight carrier could get the laptop to the gentleman in time,” the CEO was told. Now you might think Mary went for a vacation, but she came back on the next plane and was greeted by high fives and the CEO’s letter of commendation for her responsiveness.

4. Be organized.

Creating order — establishing systems and developing project plans — alleviates problems like misplaced files, missed meetings, lost opportunities and overdue bills. It’s far easier to be dependable when you live an organized life. If you don’t have these skills, find someone to set up systems that work for you and to coach you on how to maintain them.

5. Be accountable.

Your actions, good or bad, have an effect on others. If you want to be somebody others trust, you need to take responsibility for what you say and do. For example, I’ve learned to be more accountable about my habit of saying yes too easily. These days, rather than automatically saying yes, I pass out my assistant’s business card so she can see if I have the time and resources to get involved before I say yes.

6. Follow up.

Woody Allen famously said, “Eighty percent of success is showing up.” When you follow up, you complete the other 20 percent. Sending your team notes from a meeting, sending a gift card to a special client and coming through with information your colleague needed are ways you earn a reputation for being dependable.

7. Be consistent.

When I say consistent I’m not talking about the narrow-minded focus Ralph Waldo Emerson denounced in his famous quote, “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.” I’m talking about things like not letting your moods dictate your behavior and not putting people out by changing plans at the last minute. When you speak and behave with consistency, you become someone others can depend upon.

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Memories of Professor Carr - by Jeff Hansen

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Memories of Professor Carr - by Jeff Hansen

I met Professor Jane Carr in 1997.

I was allowed to train with her by my sensei. He told me to call her and ask for permission to come to class as I was a new green belt. I was traveling to Redding as a salesperson for fire protection materials and wanted somewhere to train. I arrived late afternoon and called the RJA and left a message as class was later that evening. Prof. retuned my call and said I was more than welcome to come and join in.

When I came through the door the first thing I noticed was how big the mat was. There was enough room to roll and fall anywhere you wanted. Over the course of the years of my travels there I did. I met her students. Black belts Scott and Peter, and also Randy and Phil. Professor Scott Redden is only 1 of 2 DZR people I have met on jobsites doing their job while I did mine. I also met Professor Fuchs and Professor Merrill through her and my visits to RJA. Cool right?

When Prof. stepped on the mat her presence was profound indeed. We did Yawara and Nage that first night. After class we talked about my sensei and myself. She always made me feel at home there after that class. This was the start of my longtime correspondences with her. We talked about massage and I went to her and her daughter for that. She had me over to her house one day and she worked on me. That really made my sensei jealous as he had never been there. I liked that.

I continued going to Redding once a month off and on for as many years as I could while my job sent me that way. I even did a freestyle tournament in 1999 and finished 3 rd place. I was not able to receive trophies as my sensei did not allow us to. She had snow globes made and told me it would be fine if I received that. She also told me if my sensei had a problem with that to call her. He never did.

The thing I will always hold dear to my heart is the love she shared with all her students and even some for her non students. She was the essence of Aloha…it was all around her and her students. I was having trouble getting past my green belt rank. I told her how hard my sensei was on me and how frustrated I was. She looked me in the eye and said, “Jeff if you can stick it out and endure his teaching style then you will surely learn some magic along the way.” From the time I met her she regarded me as a friend and someone she wanted to check in with and find out if everything was okay. She guided me at times I needed guiding. Always with a kind and understanding heart. I am glad I listened.

One night at class she told a story about Professor Estes and carrying a mat to the gym as they waited. How he was whistling and carrying the mat as the doors seem to open on their own without him touching them. All the fond memories of hot summer nights listening to Hootie and Blues Travelers going down 5 or 99 on the way home. She came to our school with Professor Hager one time for AJJF black belt exams. She was herself gracious, kind and strong. She was always available by email or phone.

I went to Redding in July 2021 to visit, we talked on the new mat (she was so proud of it) and I met Mister her companion. I last touched her on the mat doing Kappo and had conversations with her at the 2021 Brown Belt camp in Chico. I am glad I made an effort to go and see her then. I will not forget that day. She will be missed but never forgotten by those of us whom she touched in many ways. Let us all keep her spirit alive by sharing stories and her name. I loved her as a person and a teacher. She will always be with me in my heart and mind.

Aloha Prof. we will see you again someday. Jeff Hansen

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thoughts on frankie

her mind is huge, her binder is massive, and her performance of mediocrity leaves nothing to be desired!

#icon if i've ever seen one #genuinely i love how much fun she has embracing her exceptional boringness #she read a russian novel once and decided that that strict decorum is campy actually <3 #i love her so much #ask games #cavehags #oh and also. her conversation with abed about tv. her relationship with abed in general. legendaryyy #and that's not even touching all the times she called jeff out <3 and her mentoring of annie...

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The Story of You

Hi my friends! We are back on track! I am so excited to pick up where we left off, we have still a lot of mysteries to unfold! I hope you enjoy this new part, come and talk to me about what you think, it really makes me happy to have your feedback :) All the love, Mar

Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

Click on the visuals to enhance your reading experience!

Part 11: Love on Tour

September 2, 2021: Week Twenty-Six

New York City, New York. 7:30 PM

I hated packing; I really did. And now that I’m pregnant is even worse because I had to pack at least two outfit options and depending on my hormones and body temperature see what I should wear.

Glenne had been kind enough to FaceTime me and help me choose what I should pack, “Babe that outfit for Vegas is bomb”, I laughed, “Well I do look like a bomb that will be detonated soon so I think it it’s very accurate”, we both laughed

“I am not saying this because you are my friend, I am saying this because it’s the truth, you are literally one of the hottest mom-to-be I have met, that belly of yours is so beautiful and I hope that I can look half as good as you do when I have a baby”

“You don’t need to sweet talk me into going, I’m flying there tomorrow”, we both laughed, “So, everything okay between you too?”, I sighed, “I mean, as good as they can get, but we have both agreed that this baby goes first and everything else goes second”

“I know things will work out, and in the end, everything will be okay”, I smiled a little and turned to look at the time, “Well as much as I love talking to you, I shall let you go, have to finish packing and sleep so that I can get to the airport on time, are you still picking me up?”

“Of course I am, with a big batch of your favorite cookies and a lot of cuddles for the belly” we both laughed, “I’ll text you everything, love you G”, “I love you more baby mama!” we hung up and I plugged in my computer to charge, I looked around and figured out that everything was packed, I closed my suitcase and placed it near the door.

I decided to take a shower and had some leftovers for dinner, I then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and as I was getting into bed, I got a text message

From H. Styles (9:00 PM): Hello love, you all set? I cannot wait to see you both

To H. Styles (9:15 PM): Hi! We are all set, just getting into bed so that we can be very energetic tomorrow

From H. Styles (9:15 PM): Rest well love, we’ll keep in touch and see you tomorrow

To H. Styles (9:15 PM): You too Harry

September 3, 2021: Week Twenty-Six

New York City, New York. 9:00 AM

The movement occurring in JFK would never not surprise me, I loved airports because it was the place that saw the most heartfelt goodbyes and happiest hellos, however I hated how many people also liked to have an early travel.

I had boarded already and was sitting waiting for the plane to finish, I put my headphones on and pressed shuffle play on my music, I smiled when the first song that started playing was “Golden”, I texted Glenne to let her know I was ready and then I texted a picture to Harry

To H. Styles (9:45 AM): [Attachment] We are all set and ready to go

From H. Styles (9:15 PM): Oh I cannot wait to see you! Have a safe flight!

I turned my phone onto airplane mode and settled into my seat, the flight crew went through all the safety procedures, and we were now taking off and on our way to Vegas. I ate my breakfast because I was always hungry nowadays and then took a nap, I woke up just a few moments before we landed.

I got off the plane and then started making my way to the airport exit, I was thankful I had chosen to travel with a cabin suitcase and not a checked in bag, after exiting baggage claim I was about to call Glenne when I heard someone scream my name, I turned and found Jeff holding a few balloons and Glenne running to hug me.

She hugged me and we both started tearing up a little, “I have missed you baby mama”, “I have missed you too G”, she pulled a little back and she looked at my belly and turned to ask wordlessly if she could touch it which I nodded, “Little bean Auntie G has missed you too! You have grown so so much!”, she then grabbed my suitcase and we started making our way to Jeff

“Well hello there!”, I laughed and reached to hug him, “Hi Jeff, thank you for coming to pick me up”, “It was no problem, we are so happy to have you here”, we then started making our way to the van that was waiting for us and to the hotel.

About 10 minutes later we had arrived, Jeff made his way to the front desk to retrieve my key and we made our way into my room, they let me know we would see each other in a little while; the first thing I did was go to the bathroom because this baby was sitting on my bladder.

When I finished I washed my hands and started unpacking, as I was doing so I heard a knock on my door, went to open and I felt my heart start beating so loud, he looked so handsome and his smile was breathtaking

“H”

September 3, 2021: Week Twenty-Six

Harry. Las Vegas, Nevada. 12:00 PM

My anxiety was through the roof, Jeff had let me know they had already arrived at the hotel, and they had left her in her room a few minutes ago, Olivia was busy talking with her kids and I let her know that I would be going to see Y/N, which she still wasn’t happy she was here and had caused us to fight.

After closing the door to my room both Jeff and Glenne came out, they both smirked and I felt my cheeks redden, “I know I know”, Jeff spoke up, “We weren’t going to say anything, but she’s unpacking”, I smiled and waved to them and made my way to her room, I started counting the steps to her door and breathing.

I then knocked and when she opened the door my heart started beating even faster, she looked beautiful, “Hi”, she smiled, “Hi Harry, come in”, I nodded and she closed the door behind me, we both made our way to the little couch

“How was your flight?”, “Good, I slept most of the way, of course after eating because this baby has me eating everything”, we both laughed a little, I then turned to look at her belly, it had grown from the last time I had seen it, “Can I?”, she nodded, and I reached to place my hand on her belly

“Hi Bug, you have grown so much baby, are you still being stubborn and not letting us feel your kicks from the outside?”, “Oh yes, inside I feel them so much but not on the outside yet, stubborn like their dad”, “Hey that’s not nice”, she reached to squeeze my arm

“You ready for tomorrow?”, I took a deep breath, “It is surreal, just last year I thought this moment would never come and yet here we are”, I started tearing up, “I missed being on stage so much, it is my safe place and my fans, I really cannot wait to see them again”

She smiled and squeezed my arm, “You will do great”, we sat there quiet for a few moments until she spoke up, “Uhm, is there a dress code for your party tonight?”, “Hmm, not really, maybe a causal slash little bit formal?”, she nodded, “Harry I don’t want to be rude, but I am very tired and would love to rest a little before tonight”

My heart deflated a little but I knew I had to respect her wishes, “Yeah, no problem, uhm do you want me to come look for you before leaving for the party?”, “Actually, Glenne will come for me and we will go together, but I will see you there”, I nodded, we went to the door where we said out goodbyes and I returned to my room.

When I opened the door Olivia was sitting on the bed working on her computer, I knew she heard me walk in and was purposefully ignoring me, I sighed, “Are we really going to do this?”, she turned to look at me before returning her attention to her computer

“I have nothing to say to you Harry, I told you my feelings on the matter and you told me yours”, she continued to work for a few and I decided to take a shower, when I came out I was standing in the closet she reached to hug me from behind and kissed my back

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to fight anymore”, I sighed and reached to squeeze her hands that were around my waist, “Why can’t you trust me? I don’t know how else to reassure you that the only thing between her and I has to do with the baby?”

She pulled back a little before speaking, “Then why is she here? I mean I understand if you invite her to the New York dates, but why fly her out here?”, I pulled back a little and turned to look at her incredulously, “You do remember that she is friends with my band, don’t you? And if you must know, Sarah is the one who invited her”

She turned to look at me surprised and a little guilty, “So then why did you pay for her ticket?”, “Because she is pregnant with my child, so I need to see for both of their safety”, but deep down I knew it was more than that.

She pulled back and looked at the time, “We still have about four hours until your party, should we order something to eat and watch a movie?”, I nodded, she kissed the corner of my mouth and pulled back, I changed and reached her to see what we would order.

Las Vegas, Nevada. 5:10 PM

My alarm started ringing and I turned it off, wiped my eyes and sat up. After Harry left, I finished packing and ordered some light lunch and I decided to take a nap because this baby was making me very tired and I did want to enjoy seeing my friends tonight.

After taking a shower I opted for a fresher outfit and some light make up, and just as I was done I heard some knocking on my door, I went to open and there stood Glenne, “You look too hot mama!”, I laughed and reached for my phone, room key and face mask because we were still in a pandemic.

The ride on the elevator was quiet and anxious, there were so many people I hadn’t seen in a while and I wasn’t even sure if I would have a warm welcome; as if she could feel my anxiety Glenne reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze, “Hey, everything will be okay yeah?”, I smiled and nodded.

The elevator opened and we walked into a big rooftop, there were four long tables settled into a square, fairy lights were hung up all around, there was a bar on the far corner and next to it there was a buffet with hot plates waiting to be filled with food.

Jeff started making his was to us and he smiled, “Hey guys welcome! You can remove your masks if you feel comfortable doing so, we are still going to get tested tomorrow. Everyone should be here in the next five to ten minutes and Y/N, I did order some mocktails for you and Sarah”

I smiled, “Thank you Jeff, you are the best”, Glenne and him looked at each other apprehensively and then turned to look at me, “Is everything okay?”, Jeff sighed before turning to me, “I just wanted to thank you, I know this is not the best situation but he is happy to have you here, but please, if you want to go home tell us and we will help you”

I smiled and hugged them both, “Thank you”, we pulled back and when we did I heard the elevator open and I turned to see who was there, I could feel myself tear up when Sarah, Mitch and their little boy came out of the elevator, when Sarah noticed me she started running to hug me and I also ran to the best of my ability to meet her halfway.

When I hugged her I had to hold the tears that were threatening to fall, I really don’t know how long we stood there but when we pulled back and I saw that she had let a few tears fall I did too, Sarah reached to clean them and we went into another hug

“Oh I have missed you so so much, how are you?”, we pulled back a little but still kept each other at an arm’s length, “I have missed you too, I am okay, feeling very pregnant at the moment”, I smiled behind her when I saw Mitch reach us and he opened his arms to give me a hug

“Well hello stranger, I have missed you”, “Hi Mitch, I have missed you too”, I pulled back and Sarah pulled me to her side before speaking up, “There is someone else I want you to meet but they are very busy napping right now”, the three of us laughed before Mitch spoke up, “Speaking of, is there anyone else you would like for us to meet”, I smiled and Sarah beamed, “Come on show us the belly”

I pulled back from her and rubbed my belly and pulled back my dress so that my belly could be seen, Sarah looked at it and then at me asking for permission to rub it, I nodded and she did, and spoke up

“Oh my god, hello bean, I am your Auntie Sarah, I was so excited to meet you, I will be your adventure buddy and a shoulder to cry on, and we will have so much fun pranking your dad and mom, and your cousin is also so excited to meet you”

We were so into our conversation that we did not hear Harry make his way to us, “I hope you are not corrupting my child Sarah Jones”

Harry. Las Vegas, Nevada. 5:30 PM

Olivia and I were making our way to the party, when we got out of the elevator I greeted Jeff and Glenne, and just as I was about to ask if Y/N was here I could see Sarah and Mitch with her and I got a very warm feeling in me seeing my best friends finally meeting my baby.

We made our way to say hello when I heard Sarah talking to my baby about pranking me so I decided to make myself known, “I hope you are not corrupting my child Sarah Jones”, she turned to look at me and smiled, “Of course not H”, she then turned to Y/N’s belly again “Yes we will”

We all laughed and she pulled back, Olivia had her hand in mine and I squeezed it, Y/N was the first time to speak up, “Olivia hi, how are you? How are your kinds?”, she stood up straighter before answering, “Hi Y/N, I am okay thank you for asking, and the kids are well too”

“I am glad to hear so”, before I could speak up Nyoh made her way to Y/N to say hello, and Jeff pulled Olivia to help him with something, I was thankful because I knew this was not her favorite outcome.

While Nyoh said hello to Y/N, Eli, Niji and Pauli came and said hello to me and we made our way to Sarah, Mitch, Y/N and Nyoh so that I could introduce her to them, when they notice us they all stood up quiet and gave us some smiles

“Y/N I would love for you to meet our new band members, this is Elin, Niji and Pauli”, Y/N turned and gave them a warm smile, “Hi! It is so nice to meet you!”, she then reached to hug them, after doing so we went into a very comfortable conversation when I heard someone scream and we all turned to see Harry Lambert making our way to us.

Las Vegas, Nevada. 5:45 PM

I was talking to Pauli when I heard someone scream for me, I turned and found Harry Lambert making his way to me, I laughed and walked a little where we met for our hug, out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry reach with a weary face.

Harry L noticed to and chastised him, “Oh cut it out Sue I am careful with her especially since she has the most special cargo, can I say hello?”, I nodded, and he reached down to caress my belly and talk to my baby

“Well hello you, I am your uncle Harry Lambert, I am the fun Harry even if your dad says the contrary. I cannot wait to meet you and dress you like a little fashionista”, he then stood up and hug me to his side.

A few moments later they let us know that food was ready, I saw Harry making his way to me but before he could Sarah spoke up, “You will sit next to us right? We have still a lot to catch up on”, out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry was kind of upset, but I didn’t know why since his girlfriend was standing there next to him, we made our way to the table and sat down.

I was sitting between Sarah and Glenne, next to Sarah was Mitch, then there was Harry Lambert, Harry, Olivia, and Elin, just in front of me I was able to talk to Pauli and Niji. After we served our plates, we all started eating and continuing on our conversation.

Elin then turned to ask me, “Do you know what you are having?”, everyone turned to look at me and Harry, “No we don’t, we decided to keep it a surprise”, Glenne then chimed in, “Place your bets people”, everyone started laughing.

I could see Harry hugged Olivia and Glenne reached to squeeze my hand under the table, and as if he could sense the air was becoming tense Jeff asked everyone to share what they were most excited for.

Harry. Las Vegas, Nevada. 8:30 PM

I felt so happy to be able to celebrate this tour with my whole team and crew, my best friends, with the mother of my baby and my baby and of course girlfriend. I was just missing my family and my heart broke thinking that I didn’t know when they would be able to see me perform.

My heart felt so warm when we started talking about he or she, but I couldn’t let me indulge on that happiness very much because I saw how Olivia tensed at the mention of that, so I did the best thing that I could to reassure her, but the hug I gave her was not entirely welcome and only after a few she relaxed into it.

Just as Sarah was about to speak, little guy Rowland decided to wake up and I smiled when I saw the excitement on Y/N’s eyes to meet him, he truly was one of the most handsome babies I had met and I was so happy to be his godparent.

She sat with him on her arms and the thought of that being her in a few months made me so excited, but it also got me wondering, would I always be an outsider on their relationship? Even if we hadn’t discussed anything related to custody and visiting arrangements, I knew it was a conversation to be had sooner rather than later. But still, I held hope that things may be different.

It was around eleven thirty when we all made our way back into our rooms, everyone had said goodnight, the last to leave were Jeff, Harry Lambert and I, on the elevator ride silence was broken after a few seconds, “I saw you Sue”, Jeff and I turned to look at him, “What do you mean?”, “That look of pride and excitement for your baby, it makes me happy for you”

I smiled and squeezed his arm, we said our goodbyes and each of us went into our room, Olivia was just getting out of the bathroom and I reached in for a hug and a kiss, which she gave me gladly, she then made her way to the room and I to the bathroom.

September 4, 2021: Week Twenty-Six

Las Vegas, Nevada. 11:00 AM

Hi lovebug! I apologize because I know I have slacked a little on my writing for you, but I promise we are on track again! At twenty-six weeks you are now the size of an acorn squash! You are getting so big my love and my heart is full thinking that I will almost meet you. We are now in Las Vegas, Nevada because your Auntie Sarah asked us to come see her perform again with your daddy; she is very excited to meet you and so is your cousin and your Uncle Mitch; your Uncle Harry Lambert has also made sure that you remember that he is the fun Harry (although I’m sure your dad will make sure you know that is not true). We also let everyone know that we will not find out if you are a boy or a girl until you decide to come see us and bets are starting to be made! Daddy is very happy to be performing for you for the first time even if you are still inside of my belly, he is also hoping that you may give him some feedback (AKA feel a kick on the outside :D), he will be travelling for a few months singing for different people and we will be in New York for the time being, but don’t worry, he will come see you and hopefully your grandma Anne, grandpa Des and Auntie Gem and Uncle Michal will get to see him soon too. My love, never forget how much we love you already, and that every single sacrifice made is all with the hopes that you will a very happy life, we cannot wait to meet you!

A knock on my door pulled me out of bed, when I looked into the peephole, I was surprised to see Olivia standing there, I opened the door and offered her a smile which I didn’t know if she could see through my mask but still, “Hey, good morning how are you? Want to come in?”

“Y/N hi, good morning to you too, no it’s okay thank you, I went downstairs for a coffee for Harry and I and thought you would like one, I really didn’t know what you wanted so I ordered the same thing I had when I was pregnant”, she handed me a cup that smelled like chocolate and coffee and made my mouth water

“Thank you, I really appreciate it”, “Also, we are heading to the venue at around five, so if you wanted you could go with us?”, “Oh, thank you, are you all leaving at that time or only you and Harry?”, “Me and Harry, but I think Glenne will be leaving a few after”

“Thank you, I think I’ll get there with Glenne, it is taking me longer to get ready these days”, “All right, but if you do change your mind, please let me know, you have my number still yeah?” I nodded, thanked her for the coffee again and closed the door. I was kinda surprised she was being so nice to me, but I will give her the benefit of the doubt.

I took a shower and just as I came out there was a knock on my door, I peeked and saw a bellboy standing there, I put on my mask before opening, “Hi may I help you?”, “Miss Y/L/N?”, I nodded, he handed me a box, “Thank you, give me a minute”, I placed the box on the hallway table and grabbed a five dollar bill that was sitting there and handed it to him, he thanked me and left.

After closing the door, I grabbed the box and opened this, the first thing I found was a letter addressed to me, when I opened it I could see Harry’s handwriting, I read it and smiled; Having you and the baby here makes my heart feel a little warmer and closer to home. This tour is as much of your effort and sacrifices as they are mine. I am forever grateful for you. With all my love, Harry.

I put the letter aside and opened the packaged wrapped in tissue paper and when I did, I found that he had gifted me every single merch item for this tour, the design was amazing and I couldn’t wait to wear and use it all, I would thank him afterwards for it.

I packed up the merch on my bag and hopped on to some meetings I had, in between them Glenne had dropped off lunch for me and let me know we would be leaving around five thirty, I finished sending some documents and started to get ready.

At five twenty-five there was a knock on my door, I grabbed my bag and mask and opened the door to see Glenne standing there, “Hey you, you look beautiful”, she smiled, “You are the best, you look so beautiful too, are you ready?”

I nodded and we made our way to the arena, when we got there Glenne pulled out our backstage passes and Covid tests and we made our way to the arena, I smiled when I could hear the fans cheer, I had missed this and I knew they did too, and it still felt surreal to be here.

When we got in backstage there was a lot of chaos and happiness all around and the room was buzzing, I followed Glenne until we arrived outside a room, when she opened the door I could see that the band was there, hair and make-up done and talking with their families, I could also see Jeff and his family and there was another circle where Harry was standing with James Corden and with Olivia.

Glenne started walking and she turned to see if I was following, but before she could speak I let her know that I would stand outside for a few. I closed the door behind me and stood on the side, I pulled my phone out and checked an email before answering and outing the phone back inside my bag.

I reached to rub my belly, which had become one of my soothing mechanisms and I was also hoping that maybe I could feel a kick on the outside, i was so into my thoughts that I didn’t hear the door open until someone spoke up and scared the crap out of me.

Harry. Las Vegas, Nevada. 6:15 PM

I was happy, nervous and excited, the time for tour was finally here and of all the things I did, performing was my favorite. I wasn’t able to sleep too much so when Olivia and I woke up she went and got us a coffee.

Hours passed by and before I knew it we had to get to the arena. When we got there everyone was happy and the energy there was awesome, after we had soundcheck I went into my changing room and checked that everything was alright.

After doing so I stopped by hair and makeup, once we decided that everything was okay we went into a big general room where the band and their families that could be here were already there, I said hello to them and all of a sudden I heard the Azoff’s calling my name.

I smiled at Shellie and hugged her, I then said hello to Irving and Jeff, who let me know that Y/N and Glenne would be here soon, when he said that my heart started beating so fast, I knew she had received the box but I hadn’t heard from her.

A few moments later Glenne appeared and said hello to everyone, but I noticed that Y/N was not behind her, I turned to look at her and silently asked her where she was, even though I knew the answer, I excused myself and exited the room.

When I did my heart did some somersaults, she looked so beautiful and her belly, oh her belly, it made me so happy to be doing this with her, “How did I know you would be here huh?”, she jumped and laughed a little

“You scared me”, I walked next to her, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to”, “It’s okay”, I stood beside her for a few before turning and asking permission to rub her belly and she nodded, “Hi little sprout, are you excited, would you let me know?”, she laughed before speaking, “Oh baby is excited, hopefully he or she will let us know soon”

I turned to look at her wearily, “Are you okay?”, “I am now, thank you, by the way for the merch, I loved it”, I smiled “I am glad, do you want to go inside?”, she nodded but before we could move, she squeezed my bicep, “Can I give you a hug?”

“Of course you can”, she reached in and I did too, I kissed her head for a few and she squeezed me extra hard. We pulled back and then made our way to the room, when she entered, they stole her from me and I felt this over protectiveness over her and the baby which I know is irrational, but maybe it was my fatherly instinct.

James came and he also got the time to congratulate us for the baby, and I took the chance to thank again everyone for all of their effort and left to change to my concert outfit, just before getting into the box Olivia kissed me and I turned to look at Y/N who gave me a smile and a thumbs up which I returned.

Las Vegas, Nevada. 9:00 PM

We were standing on the back of the pit waiting for the show to begin, the outfits everyone was wearing were so beautiful, and I couldn’t believe that he was now here. When the light went out everyone screamed and I could feel the chills of excitement.

Bukowski’s monologue was starting mixed along with the introductory notes for ‘Golden’ were playing, To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art. Butterflies were moving on my belly. Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.

When Harry appeared on the middle of the stage and he started playing Golden again, the butterflies returned, as the chorus was playing I placed my hands on my belly I felt a little nudge that made me freak, I moved my hands and pressed a little, and there was that nudge again, my eyes watered

“Oh hi baby, I feel you, are you excited for daddy?”, there was bug again, I felt the tears in my eyes, “There you are baby, I love you”, I enjoyed the rest of the concert feeling my baby move, I couldn’t wait to tell Harry that Lovebug did react to his concert and music.

September 5, 2021: Week Twenty-Six

Las Vegas, Nevada. 12:15 AM

I had just gotten out of the shower when I noticed that I had a missed call from Harry, as I was about to return it, the phone rang again, it was him. “Hello?”, “Oh hi, I thought you were asleep”, “Sorry, I was taking a shower”, we were quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up

“Are you up for a visit?”, “Uhm sure, is Olivia okay with that?”, “She is, so I’ll see you in a few”, I hung up and brushed my teeth, as I closed the bathroom door I heard a knock on my room door, I peeped into the peephole and opened it for Harry

“Hey, there’s the man of the hour!”, he laughed and came in, he had a bag of goodies on his hand, we sat down on the floor with our backs to the bed and as he pulled out the snacks I grabbed some drinks for us.

“So, how did you enjoy the concert?”, “I loved it, the setlist was amazing, the lights, stage and everything”, “I am glad you enjoyed it”, I had been thinking on how to tell him that the baby had kicked since I knew that he was so excited for it to happen and now was the perfect time to tell him

“Although, there is one song that has my heart more than ever”, he looked at me curiously, “Will you tell me which song it is?”, I nodded and reached for my phone to play it, “Golden?”, I nodded, “Why?”

I reached for his hand and placed it over my belly, I turned to look at him, it was so amazing to see his emotions change from curiosity, to hope and finally to the realization and adoration that he was felling his baby kick, “Really? With Golden?”, I nodded again, and tears sprung to his eyes

He placed both hands on my belly and leaned to whisper, “Hi baby, did you enjoy my song? I love you so much, I cannot wait to dance this with you”, he then reached to place a kiss on my belly but he froze when he realized he did and I felt my breath leave my lungs.

“I’m so sorry”, “No, it’s okay”, we stared at each other for a few, he then reached to hug me and I let him, just for a few I would be selfish and believe that everything was as it had always been and how it should be.

September 7, 2021: Week Twenty-Seven

Denver, Colorado. 9:00 AM

I really did not know how I ended up here in Denver. The original plan was for me to fly out of Vegas the day they were supposed to leave for Denver, however it took Sarah, Nyoh and Elin, who was becoming one of my close friends, no more than ten minutes to somehow convince me to come.

And maybe it also had to do with Harry, I will not lie; the night he visited me he had shared how anxious he was feeling for missing part of this pregnancy, and even if I reassured him that I would make sure that he was as present as he could be, which resulted in me agreeing to go with him and then fly home.

The knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts, I grabbed my jacket and mask and went to open the door, when I did Sarah was waiting there for me and after saying hello we went into the elevator, when we got downstairs Mitch was already there with the stroller.

When he saw us he waved and we started walking to him, when I saw the baby I smiled and kneeled in front of the stroller, “Well hello there handsome man! How did you sleep?”, he gave me a smile and I reached for his hand and presented to each his fingers which had him cackling.

I felt a hand on my back and I was surprised to see Harry standing behind me, “Good morning love, slept good?”, “Hi H, good morning; I did how about you?”, “I did”, he then reached his hand and helped me stand up.

As I straightened up his hand reached my belly and rubbed a little, we both smiled when we both felt a kick, “Before I forget, happy third trimester”, I turned to him surprised, “How did you know?”, he bashfully looked down, “My app let me know”, my heart was beating so fast when he said that.

We went for a little walk at a park nearby and I was thankful that we didn’t encounter any crazy fans, the three we did were very nice and respectful and congratulated us on the baby, we took a break midway because this mama was tired and Sarah was able to feel baby move.

When we got back we hung up for a while and Sarah, Mitch and Harry left for rehearsals while I stayed with little man for a while. After putting him down for a nap I got ready for the concert, when I was done little man woke up and I fed him one of the bottles Sarah had left me and just as we were done they arrived ready for us to go to the venue.

Harry rocked it once again, I was standing with Jeff and Tommy, I was dancing to ‘Sunflower Vol. 6’ when I felt a little dizzy and breathless, so I stopped on my tracks and took a few deep breaths, Jeff noticed, and he reached to squeeze my bicep and leaned in to talk to me

“Hey, you ok? Wanna go back?”, I turned to him and leaned in, “I’m ok, just tired, probably has to do with the third trimester”, he looked wearily at me, “Are you sure? We can go backstage”, “No it’s okay, I am feeling better”, he nodded and pulled back a little, and stood beside me.

As soon as Harry made his way backstage Jeff and I followed, there was a little commotion and when I turned to the common area Pauli and Harry were sitting on the couch receiving some oxygen, I started walking to them and kneeled next to him and grabbed his hand, “You okay?”, he squeezed and nodded his head.

Harry. Denver, Colorado. 11:15 PM

It was the second night of tour and things were only getting better, Olivia had to return to LA but Sarah and I had been able to convince Y/N to come with us and then leave for New York, this would lessen the anxiety I had about leaving them alone for a few weeks, however I was starting to regret having convinced her.

I had just left the stage and although I had used some oxygen during the set, I still needed some along with Pauli, when she appeared backstage, I felt like I could breathe a little better, however when I grabbed her hands they were trembling.

“Do you feel okay?”, before she could speak Jeff interfered, “You did feel kinda breathless darling”, I turned to look at her and my heart fell to my stomach when I saw that she did look kind of pale. Sarah noticed it too and asked Mitch to pull a chair for her.

When she sat down the paramedic went and tended to her, “What are you feeling?”, she answered slowly, “I do feel kinda dizzy? And shaky”, the paramedic grabbed a third mask of oxygen and placed it on her face.

He then checked her blood pressure, which thankfully was normal, “Do you have your doctor’s number? I just would like to check with them if there is anything else they feel comfortable for us to do”

Y/N spoke up, “No it’s okay”, but as she was saying this I handed Jeff my phone, “Please call Betty Olson”, she looked at me surprised that I had her phone, it rang for a few before Betty answered, “Hello?”

“Hi Betty, it’s me Y/N, sorry to bother you at this hour”, “Oh hi honey, no worries it’s no bother, is everything okay?”, I spoke up, “Hi Betty it’s Harry, uhm we had a little incident, we’re in Denver, I’ll let the paramedic speak”

I passed the phone to him and since they had already removed my mask I kneeled in front of her, the paramedic stood up to speak to Betty and after thanking her he hung up, “Dr. Olson said we are doing everything right and to rest and take it easy”

We thanked him and waited for a while until she felt better, once we got the all clear we started making our way to the car, once we got in we were seated in silence before I spoke up, “At what time does your flight leave?”

She turned to look at me, “Around twelve, have to leave for the airport early”, “If it is okay with you, Jeff, Sarah and I will take you there”, she turned and gave me a smile, “It’s okay”, she then grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

When we got to the hotel we got on the elevator, we stopped on our floor and just before we arrived to our respective rooms I stopped her, “Does your room have two beds?”, she turned to look at me with a questioning look, “Yes, why?”

“Would you mind if I stay with you? I would feel more comfortable making sure you are safe”, she smiled a little, “Harry…”, I sighed and laughed a little, “I’m sorry I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable”, she reached for my hand, “Fine, we’ll have a sleeping party”, I laughed and followed her

I went to my room, changed and then returned to her room, I went to the bathroom and when I came out I saw that she had fallen asleep, before turning off the lamp I kissed her forehead and temple, when I caught a whiff of her smell lavender and honey, oh how I have missed her smell.

Wait, no. That’s wrong. I have a girlfriend, a girlfriend I deeply care for, and who is coming to see me soon. I pulled back and got into bed, I texted Olivia before falling asleep.

To Olivia Wilde (12:20 AM): Thinking of you, miss you.

September 8, 2021: Week Twenty-Seven

Denver, Colorado. 9:00 AM

We had just left the hotel and were on our way to the airport, sooner than later we had arrived, we got off and I said goodbye to Jeff then turned to Sarah, after hugging her I pulled back and wiped the tears that had fallen, “Please don’t cry, I’ll see you pretty soon”, “I know, but it feels like the last goodbye”, I knew what she meant and hugged her

“Would you do me a favor?”, she nodded, “Would you please take a Polaroid of Harry on his outfit? Please”, “Yes of course!”, I smiled and handed her the bag where I kept the camera along with the film.

I lastly turned to Harry, who hugged me and squeezed me extra tight, “Please, be safe, I cannot wait to see you guys again”, “We will, enjoy tour okay? We are okay and I will let you know if anything happens”, he squeezed me again before letting me go.

I started making my way into the terminal, but had to turn quickly and wave to them, they waved back and sent some kisses and hugs, which I returned, and started making my way to the gate; on the way back I decided to write a little on my journal.

Baby welcome to the third trimester! I cannot believe we are here! This means we are even closer to meeting you! This week you are the size of a cauliflower <3, you finally got to hear your dad perform and by the kicks you were giving us I can say that you enjoyed it! This is the outfit he was wearing, I really loved how good he looks in pink. We hen travelled with them to Colorado, your Auntie Sarah got the chance to feel you move and so did your cousin (but to be honest he is so little that I don’t think he really realized what was happening), we did have a little scare on Denver but everything worked out :) Your dad decided to wear red and blue, he looked like such a dad you wouldn’t believe! Your auntie Sarah will make sure that we have a picture of each outfit. It will be a few weeks until we see daddy again, but you don’t have to worry baby, he will always come back for you, and he will always be thinking of you, we both will always be there for you and think of you and above all, love you more than anything.

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summary: Harry keeps standing Y/N up. (request from @ballerinrry! thank u love)

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and sex, angsty but with a happy ending cause for some reason i can never let them end on a bad note

Y/N was excited.

It had been a while since Harry had asked her to go on a date, it was always the other way around recently. She couldn’t blame him though, Y/N knew just how busy Harry always was, and it wasn’t like he was purposefully not asking her to go do things, he just had a lot on his plate.

That’s what she kept telling herself anyways.

It’s what she told herself when it had been 2 weeks since they had even eaten a meal together, and given the fact that just a few months ago Harry had come back to London for a while, that was rare. So, Y/N asked him to grab lunch on a Saturday while they were lying in bed together, and when he agreed, but failed to show up, leaving Y/N sitting at the cafe, her lips morphed into a frown and her eyes not focusing on the phone in front of her, she told herself he was simply booked up with meetings and studio time and such.

Thats what he told her when he got into bed that night to apologize for accidentally standing her up. She forgave him, of course, and suggested they could just get dinner the next week. He agreed, even walked around to his calander her to show her he was marking the date off in his calendar with a heart, her first initial, and 7:00 PM etched into the little box with red sharpie.

So, the week passed with quick kisses of good mornings and good nights, and while Harry was gone Y/N had on a black dress she had been excited to wear for a while now, with those little mini silver heels and a coat strung over her shoulders as she sat on her couch waiting for Harry to swing by to pick her up. She shot him a text that simply asked “You otw? xx”

He was not.

It took about 30 minutes of waiting on their couch to realize he was standing her up, again. And it took until the next morning for Harry to see her text (his phone had been on do not disturb while he was at the studio and he ended up spending the night at Sarah and Mitch’s after a few beers), and for the guilt to seep through his veins.

He apologized, again. And Y/N forgave him, again.

Only until it got to the point where Y/N no longer remembered the amount of times Harry had stood her up, for being at the studio, or sleeping after a meeting, or simply just not paying attention to his phone, she knew there was a problem.

Harry was fully aware of the problem too. He knew that this was no way to ever treat a partner, and if someone was doing this to him, he’d dump them— well, he’s never been one to end a relationship unless it was necessary, so that’s an exaggeration, but it’s the principle of the thing.

Which is why when he got home one day around 11 PM, gave her a kiss to the forehead after she sat up in their bed to give him a hug, and a soft “Can we talk?” escaped her lips, he knew he had to fix this. So he asked her if they could talk over dinner the next night, he just wanted to sleep but also wanted to fix things with his girl, asking her if she was free of course, before telling her he’s gonna make a reservation at that nice restaurant the two of them used to go to quite often, because “it’s been a while since I’ve taken my favorite girl out”.

A grin broke out on her face because he had asked her! And if Harry was planning it, there’s no way he’d cancel or stand her up.

So yeah, Y/N was excited.

She woke up that morning with a smile on her face, and something akin to a what she thinks a rainbow would feel like running through her veins. It had only been a few months since she’d last been on a date with her boyfriend of almost 2 years and a half in person, and she was going to make the most of it. Because after this date, things would change. They’d spend more time together again and it would be like this little bump (that neither had acknowledged) never happened.

Y/N did, well, everything to prepare. Took a long shower, shaved, put on that coconut lotion Harry likes— he tended to dig his face in her neck when he smelled it while holding her—, brushed her teeth more than 3 times, dug in her closet to find that one patterned soft purple dress she bought ages ago but never had a change to wear it, until now, put on those really cute heels Harry said he liked once (“Looks like something you’d wear on a runway pet, I love ‘em.”), and even styled her hair differently than normal.

He had told her he would swing by at 8 on the dot after the studio, and soon enough, it was 8, with no sign from the man who made the promise himself. Y/N thought maybe there was traffic, he was just running late, texted him a quick, “Can’t wait to see you!! xxx” and put her phone on the coffee table, waiting on their couch.

8 turned to 9, 9 turned to 10, 10 turned to 11, and soon it was midnight. Y/N doesn’t think she’d ever felt more empty than how she felt then, walking to their shared room of a year, slipping off her heels and tossing them towards the closet, as well as pulling her dress over herself and letting it fall to the floor behind her, grabbing that one t-shirt she always wears when she needs comfort (which just happened to an extra 2018 Live on Tour shirt Harry had laying around that she snatched just 3 months into them dating), and flopping into bed.

She couldn’t fall asleep, and instead spent her time curled up in their bedsheets, a steady flow of tears making their way down her blush covered cheeks.

。:°ஐ

Harry usually didn’t make mistakes.

Sure, he had his moments, grabbing the wrong coffee off the counter when his name was called at the cafe, forgetting to text Jeff that he actually couldn’t make it to a meeting that was scheduled in a few hours. Just little things, things that didn’t matter that much, and could always be fixed. He didn’t usually make mistakes that weren’t easy to fix. He just wasn’t that kind of guy.

Until, he was.

Harry loved Y/N. He loved having her around, loved spending time with her, loved loving on her, loved kissing her, loved touching her, loved the way she went about almost everything. He was so in love with her, that hurting her was out of the question. He never wanted to be the one to make her cry, make her bottom lip quiver before the tears rushed out like he’d seen many times before, due to movies, his songs (which as sadistic as it sounds was an ego builder to have someone so close to him so affected by the music he wrote), her school work, or even her friends that weren’t being so nice.

In fact, he was so in love with her, even being so afraid of commitment (it took him over a year of them dating to ask her to move in), all he wanted to do was blurt out those 4 dreaded words. “Will you marry me?” It was a bond for life, and he was terrified of that, but with Y/N all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his living days with her.

When Harry had come back from being in L.A. for so long and finally being in the same city as his girlfriend back at their home, all they did was spend time together. Every time he saw Y/N all he wanted to do was say those 4 words that he hadn’t even fully come to terms with himself. It was dangerous, and Harry’s self control when it came to Y/N was lacking, so he simply did was every normal person would do in his situation.

He stood her up.

Many more times than he could count, and of course he felt like the shittiest person in the world— shittiest boyfriend in the world—but at least now she can’t possibly be under the impression that he wanted to marry her, which is what he wanted. Or thought he wanted, until Sarah called him up one day after he had stood Y/N up for dinner the night before and told him off. Told Harry just how fucking terrible he made Y/N feel, how unwanted she thought she was, how she felt like they were loosing their relationship, and Harry didn’t know what to do with himself. (Of course Y/N had sobbed to Sarah about it over the phone while she was drunk off the wine she opened 40 minutes after Harry said he would be there, so she really didn’t even remember the conversation).

And later that day Harry had come home, heard her wavering voice asking if they could talk, and decided in his head he would tell her how he felt, how sorry he was, and how he wanted to be with her forever and love her forever if she allowed him. He had a few expectations for their dinner, that Y/N would probably tell him how he’s made her feel, and Harry would apologize, tell her why he did it, explain he thought it was no excuse, then tell her he plans on marrying her (obviously not proposing just yet, but finally bringing up the conversation they had never had even though they were in a serious committed relationship) and they’d go back home, have the most amazing sex ever, and forget about the whole thing.

What Harry didn’t expect was to get a call from Jeff around 5 asking him to come to the studio to fix few vocals, then end up nailing down 2 songs in one night, go to a bar with the band to celebrate, get drunk, then pass out at Mitch and Sarahs flat.

But that’s what happened, according to Mitch, who woke Harry up the very next morning.

“Good morning man, wakey wakey,” Mitch’s teasing tone echoed through Harry’s (what felt like full of vodka) brain as he groaned and squinted his eyes. “Why are you waking me up at this hour in the morning?” Harry asked drearily, sighing and simultaneously regretting last night as a whole because the last thing he wanted to do while hungover was be up before at least 9 AM.

“We’ve gotta go to meet with Jeff about tour in like a hour, H” Mitch stated .

At Mitch’s words Harry sat up on their couch, eyes wide in fear. “Wait mate, I thought tha’ meeting was on Wednesday.”

“It is Wednesday H, god how drunk did we let you get last night…” Mitch said, beginning to recount some of Harry’s antics the night before. Harry however, couldn’t hear a thing with the blood pumping through his ears. If today was Wednesday, that meant yesterday was Tuesday, and he went and got trashed at a bar with his friends Tuesday night when— when he was supposed to be on a date with Y/N, when he was supposed to confess his intentions, when he was supposed to apologize for standing her up over and over, yet instead he went and did it again.

Now this, this was a mistake.

“…H. H. Harry? Are you there?” Mitch’s voice came back into focus and Harry shook his head. “I- fuck, I was supposed to take Y/N out last night.” Harry said, his voice trembling.

‘I’m sure she’ll forgive you, it’s just one night.” Mitch tried to make Harry feel better. He knew Y/N was a very forgiving person, she would get over this in no time.

“No, she won’t. I-I’ve stood her up for the past month and a half, Mitch.”

At these words, Mitch stands straight up making pained eye contact with Sarah in the kitchen who was overhearing most of this conversation with her eyes wide. She had no idea it was this bad. “Month and a half? I thought it was just that one time a few weeks ago, Harry what the hell is wrong with you?” Harry simply shook his head and didn’t reply. He had absolutely no idea how to make it up to her. “I-fuck, I don’t know Mitch!” Harry raised his voice. “I need to see her and apologize, now.” Harry said, standing up and rushing over to the front door and slipping on his shoes.

“This meeting is mandatory Harry, as much as I want you to see her too, she’d probably still asleep, and I don’t think this can be solved in under an hour.” Mitch said calmly, already knowing Harry was close to walking out his door. Harry stayed silent for a moment, weighing the options. Either go apologize to his girlfriend, or prioritize himself over her again.

“We can do it another day, I’m sorry, but I have to go see her, tell Jeff I feel sick.” And he walked out without another word.

。:°ஐ

The morning after Harry stood Y/N up again was brutal.

She stayed up all night, replaying moments with Harry in her head, analyzing if he wanted to be there with her, wondering if maybe he felt like he had to stay with her out of pity. It was torture, and the pain seemed to turn into numbness as time went by, and eventually the sun came up, and she stayed in bed, her motivation lost.

A loud crash and “Fuck!” woke her up, swollen eyes fluttering open to the invasive noise. Y/N furrowed her brows, her mind connecting everything that happened yesterday and unfortunately reminding her of the unbearable pain she went through the night before. A groan escaped her lips as she sat up and flung her legs out of her bed sheets that had been flung off the bed in the middle of the night. She began grumbling to herself as she made her way downstairs, ready to tell Harry off for making so much noise.

Her mouth stopped moving, and instead remained in limbo as her eyes met Harry’s. His mouth opened to speak, but his words were caught in his throat as he saw the state she was in. It was when her mouth pressed into a line that he could begin talking. “Y/N, baby, please I know you don’t wanna see me or talk t’me right now but I’m so fuckin’ sorry, love. So so sorry, it was an accident, I went t’ the studio to fix a few things then got hung up on the songs and by the time we went to celebrate I completely lost track of time, and I was too drunk to drive home so I crashed at Mitch’s.”

Her mouth fell open at his words. Everything was happening too fast. Hearing that he stood her up to drink at a fucking bar to celebrate himself, then coming home and accidentally knocking over a glass in their kitchen (which she put together was the crash earlier after seeing the shards of broken glass on the floor) frustrated her to no end. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him any longer, and Harry had stopped talking after realizing what he just admitted to her. Without another glance, instead of looking at Y/N’s tear stained face, all he saw was her back, walking up the stairs to their room.

“Fuck,” He said to himself before following her up the pink stairs. “Y/N, love wait-please, I’m so sorry, I just need to talk to you, I need to explain myself, please.” He begged as she shut their bedroom door in his face, his voice turning into a desperate whine at the end.

。:°ஐ

It’s been 3 days since then, and she hasn’t spoken to him. He would leave in the mornings, kissing her forehead and mumbling an “I love you” and telling her exactly what time he’d be home, before leaving and coming back on time to find an empty plate in the sink and her lying in their bed, whether it be reading, scrolling on her phone, or typing on her laptop. He would apologize many times, reaching his hand out for hers and she would simply situate herself in their bed and lay down, back turned to him.

Harry just couldn’t take it anymore.

It was when she had finally let him kiss her forehead goodnight that he decided to take his chance. “Y/N.” He spoke softly, with no response or anything to indicate she heard him. “Baby, can we please talk- or I’ll talk and you listen, I just- I really need to say some things.”

She was still faced away from him when he leaned against their headboard and he decided to keep going.

“I- um. I’m sure you know how sorry I am, but I really am- sorry I mean. Not just for tonight but for every other time I’ve stood you up. I’m so sorry for not showing you how much you matter to me, and how much the things you do matter to me.”

It was then that she slowly sat up next to him and looked at him, eyes begging him to continue. He blushed at her intense eye-contact that he had barely gotten over the past few days and took a breath, opting to look at his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“We’ve been together for 2 and almost a half years, which is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and it’s no excuse to treat you this way, but I had just been thinking about how things progress even further than now,” He coughs. “Which is marriage, and when I finally came home, all I wanted to do was ask you to marry me- I don’t- m’not proposing right now, I just- I got really scared because wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone is crazy to me,

I’ve never thought that way about anyone else until you, I didn’t even really want to get married before you, and I started to distance myself before I ended up telling you this, but obviously that blew up in my face.” He chuckled a bit, locking eyes with her unreadable ones for a moment and lifting a hand to run through his hair. “What I’m trying to say, is that I love you, so so much, and I plan on marrying you— obviously if you want to too, of course— and I’m so sorry for trying to make you think that I didn’t care about you anymore or love you any less, because it’s the complete opposite of that.”

His eyes were watery now, as he started down at his interlocked fingers, and his eyes widened when her hand was gently placed over his own. “Harry,” Y/N began. “Look at me, please.”

His head lifted to see her facing him, her brows knitted and a small smile on her face. “I forgive you, okay? I could tell you were kind of scared of commitment when we first started dating, and I wish I could say your reason for standing me up is surprising but it’s not.” They both chuckled a bit at this. “I- I’m still upset at you, I need you to know that, because 2 months of thinking the love of your life is avoiding you doesn’t feel all too great, so you suck for that,” she said, planting a quick kiss to his cheek which quickly turned pink. “But Harry, even if you asked me to marry you a year ago I would have said yes. I love you, so much, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you as well. I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment, it was… unnecessary and immature. So, thank you for apologizing. I love you.” She confessed again.

“S’okay, I deserved it, and I love you too. Maybe even more. So um, we’re okay?” Harry asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

She nodded with a smile and pulled him into a much needed hug and pulled away only for him to bring her into an even more needed kiss. “If you ever try to pull that shit again, I’m breaking up with you.” She laughed and he tackled her into the sheets hiding his face in her neck.

“Duly noted, love. Duly noted.”

#harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #Harry Styles #harry styles angst #im pretty proud of this one #if I do say so myself #harry styles fanfiction #its kinda short tho sorry

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