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indiefilmfatale · 2 years

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go ahead, touch yourself (steve harrington x afab gn reader)

gif by disdaidal ^ plot: you and steve are new roommates and are still establishing boundaries content warnings: graphic language, masturbation, fingering, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, steve loves getting his hair pulled word count: 2.8k a/n: based off of some djo lyrics that make me absolutely feral... as well as this gif..... i'm losing my sanity over this fcking man takes place between s3 and s4! taglist: @cuddlingwithharry (send me an ask be to added to a taglist!)

You were standing in front of your full length mirror. Your eyes scanned up and down yourself in contemplation, brow slightly scrunched.

You hear a pair of footsteps pass your room. "Steve can you come here for a sec?" You call, and the footsteps stop. You watch your doorknob twist and the door open at a medium pace; by the time Steve's whole figure appears on the other side he's putting a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. He was in a crewneck and cotton basketball shorts

"We're out of Cheerios if that's what you're about to ask." He says with his mouth full.

You chuckle, brow furrowing. "What? No."

"Oh, okay, what's up?" He walks in immediately and sits on your bed, taking another bite with a small slurp.

You turn to face him, holding your arms out out awkwardly next to you. "What do you think of this outfit?" You asked with genuine concern.

"Um," Steve's head tilts, properly scanning you. "Turn for me."

You can't help but feel a little embarrassed as you turn around until you face him again. He nods slowly, chewing, looking like he's really thinking about it. Until his face relaxes, "Yeah I don't know why I told you to turn I have no idea if that's a good outfit or not."

"UGH, Steve!" You groan. "I really need your help! I'm fucking nervous!"

His head cocks back in confusion, "Why?"

You sigh, "I'm going on a date, okay? And it's my first one since Jessie fucking," You swallow. "Broke my heart, so," You turn back to your reflection and look yourself in the eye. "I don't know, maybe I shouldn't go."

"Y/N, it's been two months since that asshole kicked you out of his apartment. You should go." You heard Steve from behind you. He takes another bite. "Seriously."

You contemplate his words. You had spent those two months in and out of a depressive episode. Luckily you had found a cheap enough place to move to after a week staying in Nancy's basement, but you could only stretch it with a roommate. Steve, who had still been living in under the roof of his asshole dad, gladly agreed. But moving just gave you a bigger space to wallow in. You hadn't even started unpacking anything besides your pajamas and your work clothes until about an hour ago.

"So my outfit is okay, then?" You ask him, meeting his eyes through the reflection of the mirror.

Steve offers a sheepish smile, "Again, no idea." He sighs. You can't help but chuckle this time. "But you look great."

You and Steve stare at each other through the mirror, both of you seemingly holding something back. You clear your throat and turn around, facing him again. "Okay, get out now, I have to jerk off."

Steve's whole body jolts at your words. "What?"

"That's what you do before a date, so the sexual tension doesn't overwhelm the evening." You tap your head with your finger. "So you can think."

Steve chortles; he thinks you're joking. He seems to be frozen sitting on your bed, holding his mostly-empty cereal bowl on his thigh, staring at you as you stare back at him expectingly. "Oh my god, you're serious?" He laughs in astonishment. "You jerk off?"

You crossed your arms, "Is that so hard to believe?"

"Uh, I mean," His eyes wander the ceiling. "I guess not. I just, I don't know, can't really picture you doing it."

You pursed your lips, "Then don't, weirdo."

Steve laughs again, but this time much more forced. The energy has suddenly shifted in the room but neither of you can describe how. Steve's still just sitting there.

"He's gonna be here in like 30 minutes, Steve–"

"Fine, fine," He throws his arms up in surrender, holding the bowl at the right angle so it doesn't spill. He stands and makes his way to your bedroom door, using his free hand to shut it.

You catch a glimpse of his face just as the door closes over it, and hear him mumble something that sounded like "Have fun." in a monotonous tone.

Steve sat on his bed, empty cereal bowl on his nightstand, staring at the wall. He didn't really know what to do with himself.

He could go into the living room and watch TV, but that would mean passing your bedroom door. And he really didn't want you to hear him walk past your door, knowing that he knew what you were doing, and think he was some kind of pervert.

Still, his mind kept wandering back to your room, your eyes, your fingers. His brow furrows as he swallows. He couldn't tell if he was thankful or spiteful the walls to the apartment were so thick.

But then he starts thinking about what you would sound like, and oh god, he's hard now. Why had he never thought about you like this before? Steve can't think of a good enough answer.

He waits for you to leave for your date to get in the shower and jerk off. But when he does, you're the only thing on his mind. Your fingers pulsing in and out of your entrance, becoming damper from your own arousal. He imagine it's your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him, as you touched yourself. Then he thought about you feeling yourself get wetter because you were stroking him, and he's done for.

He cums from that thought alone. The shower water hitting his chest, his jaw hanging open, low moans echoing throughout the bathroom. One hand presses firmly onto the tile wall beside him for support, the other finishes himself off into the shower drain.

He washes himself down and gets out of the shower. Throwing a towel around his waste, he combs his hair back in the mirror. When he opens the door, he nearly falls backward at the sight of you standing in the hallway.

"Y/N, what the fu-" He catches himself and stands up straight, hand gripping his towel to keep it wrapped around him. "How– What– Um," He stutters, then clears his throat. "What are you doing here?"

"I bailed on the date." You say, your eyes struggling not to wander downward from Steve's face. You point at the bathroom, "Were you...?" You trail.

Steve decides to play it cool. "Was I what?"

You meet his eye, and you sense a twinge of panic that makes you hold yourself back from embarrassing him. You already knew the answer. "Nothing," You drop your hands to your side. "I'm gonna go to bed."

Steve opens his mouth to say something, but holds himself back as he watches you turn around toward your bedroom. He sighs, "Goodnight."

You glance at him from over your shoulder for only a second, "Goodnight, Steve."

About two hours had passed and neither you or Steve had gotten an ounce of sleep. Steve had spent it swimming in embarrassment, trying to think of the perfect thing to say to you when he sees you the next morning– trying to erase the thought that you heard him jerking off in the shower.

Meanwhile, you replayed the moment in your mind over and over. Your core twinging at the very memory if his muffled moans from the bathroom.

You didn't want to bail on your date, and you wouldn't have if you hadn't idiotically told Steve you were going to masturbate before you did. You and Steve never talked about stuff like that, which was probably why he was so surprised when you had mentioned it.

And when you lied down to do it, hand slipping into the jeans you had just asked his opinion for, you tried to excite yourself about your date. Peter was really cute, and you two had a tangible amount of chemistry. But for some reason, your mind kept going back to how sweaty Steve had gotten just a moment ago.

You weren't blind. You knew you were attracted to Steve. But he was Steve– He was basically a brown Labrador in a polo shirt. And he was one of your best friends.

But these salient points tend to cloud in the heat of passion. Steve was what got you to the finish line– you couldn't help but imagine if his fingers were down your underwear, fingering you senselessly as you writhed under his touch. You came quicker than you usually do.

That made it pretty hard to focus on anyone else. You realized this as you waited outside for Peter, but couldn't bring yourself to think of anyone beside Steve. Why had you never thought about him like this before?

You checked your watch, 7:48. You could probably still catch Peter at his house. You rushed to the payphone outside your apartment building, made up some excuse about feeling under the weather, and went upstairs.

Steve doesn't hear you walk into the apartment, even though the door is cracked open a smidge. You only start to hear the shower running when you get to the hallway. And then a low echo of a grunt.

You freeze in your place, stomach dropping to the floor.

The grunts turn into breathy moans, and you can't move. Your mouth agape, you feel your breath become shallow. Arousal is pooling at your entrance now as you hear Steve reach his climax.

You press your back against the hallway wall and catch your breath. And then you realize what you were doing and let out a silent chuckle. You should go back to your room, pretend you never heard a damn thing. But part of you wants to face this head on. You haven't felt this brave in months.

And then the door opens, and you see his face flush with embarrassment, and you chicken out.

But your mind is still there, in the hallway, even though you are now lying in your dark room in silence. You should go talk to him, you thought to yourself. That's what adults do about these things, they talk them through.

Steve hears your door open and soft footsteps stop outside his bedroom. He can see the shadow of your legs from the crack above the floor. He stands up.

"Steve?" You say softly, a gentle knock on the white wood of his door.

Steve opens the door, and you meet eyes. You open your mouth to speak, but the words get caught on your throat. Part of you is trying to find something, anything, to say. Another part of you is losing yourself in Steve's eyes. His hair is a little disheveled and he doesn't have a shirt on, just a pair of sweatpants.

There was nothing you wanted to say, you realize. You just wanted him.

So instead of talking, you leap forward, grab his face by both cheeks and bring it to yours. His arm wraps around your back, taken aback by the kiss for only a second before leaning into it. You push Steve backward and shut his door behind you.

The kiss grows more passionate by the second, sloppy and open mouthed. When Steve's tongue slides against yours, you moaned. A whiny, soft sound that sent a rush of blood straight to Steve's groin. You wrap your arms around Steve's neck, pulling him even closer.

God, he was a good fucking kisser. He put all of his focus into it, devouring you, moving his mouth against yours in a way that left you breathless. You could feel his hard-on against your stomach.

"I want you, Steve," You whined against his lips. "I want you inside me."

Steve, speechless and panting, nodded. He kissed you again, this time guiding you toward his bed until the mattress hits the back of your knees. He tugged at the hem of your shirt and you lifted your arms to pull it over your head. He palms one of your boobs as he kisses down your neck.

You take the opportunity to reach down and palm him through his sweatpants. You can tell he's not wearing underwear. He groans against your collarbone, his hot breath hitting your skin and giving you goosebumps.

He unbuttons your jeans and pushes them down your thighs. You pull away from him and sit on his bed, lifting your legs so he can tug them off. He tosses them to the floor, then wraps his fingers under the hem of your underwear and pulls those down your legs too. You watch him stare at your cunt with a hunger you've never seen in your best friend before.

"C'mere," You nudge your head in his direction. His gaze meets your's again and he kneels on his bed. You spread your legs so he could sit between them. He leans forward, using his arms to hold himself over you, and kisses you again. Still just as hungry and desperate, if not more so.

You feel a hand snake down to your core, as Steve begins to spread your arousal up and down your folds. You shudder at the touch, moaning against his lips. He pulls back from the kiss, "Is this okay?"

His fingers brush your clit and your breath hitches. "Mmhm," Is all you can manage to get out.

Then he pulls his hand away. Your eyes open to see what he's doing– He grabs your own hand resting on his bicep and guides it downward. "Touch yourself," Steve kisses your shoulder. "I wanna see what you like." He kisses your collarbone.

Your fingers rub your swollen clit, quickly getting lost in the sensation. Eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. Steve kisses your stomach, your hip, the inside of your thigh.

When you open your eyes he's resting on his stomach between your thighs, face hovering over your cunt. You continue making wide, sloppy circles around your bead.

Then you feel a finger pump into you and you gasp, "F-Fuck, Steve."

Steve kisses your hand as you work over yourself. He adds another finger and you're in heaven, head falling backward as his fingers filled you. Then you feel his tongue snake between your fingers, right on your bundle of nerves.

His tongue replacing your fingers, you bring your hand to his hair. And when his tongue touches your sweetest point, you pull hard on his thick brown locks, earning a moan from him against your skin.

Steve takes note of the spot and begins to suck, his lips wrapping around your clit in the most perfect way. You pull even harder on his hair and he sucks even tighter. His fingers curve upward slightly and your eyes squeeze shut as you cum, drawn-out and ragged moans spilling from your lips.

Your pussy is convulsing around his fingers, and he maintains his pace until you come down from your high. When he brings his face back to you, his lips are swollen and his cheeks flushed. You kiss him, tasting your own arousal.

Without breaking the series of kisses, you pull his sweatpants down. His cock springs upward as the waistband frees it, and you begin to pump him half-heartedly, distracted by his tongue dipping into your mouth.

Steve pulls away and guides his hips to meet your entrance. When he pushes into you, it's slow and dragged out, bottoming you out and filling you to the brim. Steve moans as he pulls back, and the sound sends you into a spiral again. You can feel yourself wanting him more and more by the second.

You clench around him as he pumps into you again, and Steve's head tilts downward to watch himself sink into your pussy. "You feel so fucking good, Y/N." He says as he looks back up at you.

You grab his face and pull him into another kiss. His lips trail to your cheeks to your neck, as he starts to go at faster pace. You dig your hands into his hair and grip harder with each thrust. Steve moans against your neck, hot breath hitting your skin.

You reach down to rub your clit the same way you did before, and you feel Steve's back hunch so he can watch your fingers. "Love seeing you–" He grunts, hips moving faster. "Fucking touch yourself, shi-it."

You feel another high coming just as his thrusts become sloppier. Your back arches under him as your second climax washes over you, your moans getting more and more desperate.

Steve tenses as he cums inside of you. You hold onto him as he twitches and shudders, his thrusts gradually coming to a hault.

He rolls off of you and collapses next to you in the bed. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath. You look at him, and can't help but find him beautiful like this. Caked in a layer of sweat, hair spiking in different directions, mouth agape as he breathed.

Then he catches you staring, and without missing a beat, says, "We should've done that years ago."

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unabashegirl · 6 days

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Enticing 44 — Harry Styles CEO

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Time had passed, and Y/N was finally given the green light by her doctor to return to work. While she had cherished the moments spent at home, taking care of Oliver and working comfortably in her loungewear, the excitement of being back in the workplace was palpable. She had missed the hustle and the thrill of encountering new challenges.

As she strolled through the office corridor, William's voice called out to her, “You're back!” He couldn't help but notice the significant growth of her baby bump; it was now undeniably visible that she was pregnant. The relationship between Harry and William remained somewhat strained, with their interactions limited to work-related discussions.

“Hi,” she greeted him with a warm smile, peeking into his office. “I'm feeling much better. I'm really glad to be back. How have things been in my absence?”

“Good, good. I'm thrilled to have you back,” William replied with a smile. Y/N gave him a nod and a parting smile before heading to her own office. Once inside, she settled down, organizing her workspace and preparing to tackle the mountain of emails and files that awaited her. The world of work was a welcome change, and she was determined to dive back in with the same dedication and enthusiasm she had always shown.

Every now and then, Y/N would pause her work to respond to text messages from Harry. He was in discussions with his realtor, working diligently to secure a new apartment. He had successfully sold their previous property, the one where he had once envisioned their happily ever after. It wasn't because the apartment was inadequate, but rather because it had become a repository of painful memories.

Moreover, Harry harbored a growing fear that Y/N's ex might have learned about the location or obtained some kind of information about it. The thought of that potential threat weighed heavily on his mind as he searched for a new place where they could start afresh, free from the haunting shadows of the past.

“I need a place with top-notch security, Alice,” Harry explained to his realtor, his gaze fixed on the view outside his expansive office window. He had a sense that she wasn't quite grasping the urgency of his request. He continued to emphasize his need for enhanced security, as well as a requirement for increased privacy.

“None of the penthouses you've shown me have private elevators,” he pressed, his tone becoming sterner. “Anyone can access the top floor. Do you understand, Alice? This was the one non-negotiable requirement I had.” His frustration was evident.

“Mr. Styles, perhaps I can explore options outside Manhattan or consider a brownstone?” Alice suggested. Despite being in her sixties, she had a reputation for catering to high-end clients. To her, Harry was a challenging client, not easily impressed.

“That might work,” Harry contemplated. He knew they couldn't live too far from the city. Manhattan, with all its traffic and hustle, had its unique charm. “I didn't mean to come across as harsh, Alice. I apologize. A few weeks ago, my wife was harassed at the entrance of our building. She's four months pregnant.” Harry was surprised at his own vulnerability. He rarely apologized and sharing his private life with others was even rarer.

“I understand, Mr. Styles. I'll get to work and send you some options,” Alice replied, her understanding deepened by her own experiences as a parent.

“No problem. I'll be eagerly awaiting those listings. Have a wonderful day,” Harry said and ended the call.

“Andrew!” Harry's voice rang out as he finished signing contracts and reviewing proposals. His plans for expansion into England were in motion. The trip to London, which had been intended for meetings with contractors and associates, had been abruptly cut short the day Y/N got injured. Since then, he'd been conducting virtual meetings, keeping his fingers crossed, and hoping for a smooth process without the need for travel.

“Yes, what can I help you with?” His assistant inquired.

“Has anyone from the London crew called or left any messages?” Harry asked, handing him a small stack of papers.

“Nothing yet. They mentioned they'd call the following morning, which translates to much later tonight,” Andrew replied.

“Alright. Anything else?” Harry asked as he set a late alarm on his phone to ensure he'd be available for their call.

“Well, there is one more thing...” Andrew hesitated, knowing it would only bring stress to his boss.

“Tell me,” Harry urged, “Is it about Y/N?”

“No, she's fine. It's actually from your father and sister,” Andrew said. The mention of his family immediately tensed Harry. The last time they had all been together, things had spiraled out of control, and his father had acted rudely, even hurting Y/N. Harry vowed to prevent such an incident from happening again.

“What's the matter with them?” Harry asked, his tone stern.

“Your father has been calling, asking to talk to you. Allison has been requesting a call back, something about siblings always sticking together,” Andrew relayed with a hint of amusement. Harry rolled his eyes at his sister's sentimentalism.

“I suppose I'll call her tomorrow. You can disregard my father's calls,” Harry decided.

“Alright,” Andrew nodded. “Is there anything else, sir?”

“No, I think I'm heading home. You can leave early, Andrew,” Harry said, powering down his computer and grabbing his wallet and phone. Andrew acknowledged and texted the driver that Harry was on his way down. “Have a pleasant evening,” Harry bid as he waited for the elevator.

Winter was undeniably on its way, the air growing colder and crisper as Harry stepped out of the building and hopped into the waiting black suburban SUV. He could feel the seasonal shift, and he was looking forward to retrieving his scarves and long coats from the back of his closet.

“Mike, think we can make a quick stop for some Chinese on the way?” Harry asked, glancing down at a text from Y/N. She had a craving for Chinese food, especially dumplings in copious amounts. She'd even joked about wanting enough dumplings to rival Po from Kung Fu Panda, which had brought a chuckle from Harry.

“Of course, Mr. Styles,” Mike replied, smoothly changing their route.

Harry had come to appreciate the life he was currently leading. Gone were the days of waking up in his apartment, disheveled and nursing a hangover. He cherished his domestic life and the comforting presence of someone to come home to at the end of the day. Leaving the office now filled him with anticipation, eager to return to his home and his favorite people.

With their Chinese food secured and enough to last them several days, Mike drove Harry back to his residence.

“Have a good night, Mike,” Harry called out as he exited the car, carrying the two paper bags filled with delicious food. He knew Y/N was already in their apartment. He had arranged for another driver to take her to the office and bring her home every day, ensuring her comfort and safety.

“I'm home!” Harry's cheerful voice filled the air as the elevator doors slid open on the top floor. He wore a warm smile on his face, excited to reunite with the most significant loves of his life. “Y/N?!” he called out, setting the bags down in the kitchen before crossing the dining room and entering the living room. His surprise was palpable.

“Why aren't you answering my calls?" Allison Styles stood just a few feet away from Y/N, her attire a stark contrast to Y/N's relaxed appearance. She wore a dress with tights and boots, a trench coat, and gloves. Harry's gaze quickly shifted to Y/N, who sat on the couch with Oliver, clad in cozy pajamas and fuzzy socks, makeup-free.

“How did you get in here?” Harry inquired as he shrugged off his blazer, folding it in half and tossing it over the back of the couch.

“Why aren't you answering my calls or texts? I had to come all the way here just so we can talk. That's not fair, Harry,” Allison protested.

“I'm not answering your calls or texts because I'm busy living my life. I know why you're calling, and I don't want to hear it,” Harry retorted. Allison was easily swayed by her father, especially after significant conflicts. She had been enlisted to convince Harry to reconcile with their dad.

“Harry, he—” she began.

“I said I don't want to hear it, Allison!” Harry cut her off, frustration evident. “Why do you always do this? Why do you keep doing his dirty work?” He walked past her, heading toward Y/N and Oliver. He leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“He feels bad enough, Harry. He says he wants to get to know Y/N. How long are you going to carry this out?” Allison rolled her eyes. Her father had asked her to reach out to Harry on his behalf, despite their troubled relationship. She believed that they needed to forgive and forget; after all, he was their father, and they owed their existence to him.

“Grow up! He's manipulating you. You're being so foolish! He is using you to get what he wants. He doesn’t love us, and it’s time for you to accept it” Harry exclaimed.

“Harry!” Y/N interjected, placing a calming hand on his forearm.

“Where's Mom? What does she think about all of this, huh? Mom hasn't called me or anything because she knows I'm right. He should own up to everything and come talk to me face to face. I don't depend on him, Allison, and neither should you” Harry declared firmly, his anger simmering as he defended his stance.

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“What's wrong?” Y/N inquired, her voice laced with worry. She scanned Allison's face for any sign of distress, her heart pounding with apprehension.

“I-I...” Allison stammered, struggling to catch her breath. Elizabeth, sensing the urgency of the situation, hurried to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, her motherly instincts kicking in.

“Please, sit down,” Y/N urged, gesturing to the nearby couch. She knew that whatever news Allison had to share couldn't be easy to deliver.

Elizabeth swiftly returned with a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly as she handed it to Allison. The two women settled onto the couch, their eyes fixed on Allison, awaiting the news that had caused her such distress.

To their surprise, tears welled up in Allison's eyes, her emotions overwhelming her.

“Ali, please,” Y/N implored, her voice tinged with concern as she reached out to grasp Allison's hands, offering comfort. “Tell me what’s going on. You are scaring me”

Struggling to regain her composure, Allison took a deep breath before finally speaking.

“It's my mom and dad,” she began, her voice trembling. “They're at the hospital with Harry. They've decided to take him off life support.”

As Allison's words hung heavily in the air, a deep silence settled over the room. Y/N's heart sank at the news, her mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

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strawberrysodaslut · 2 years

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Try Me - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

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summary: After getting drunk with your best friend, Eddie, you find out he’s never been kissed before. You’re happy to help him in that area (and maybe others…)

warnings: SMUT, oral (male receiving), gagging, slight d/s dynamic, praise kink, establishment of a safe word, cum eating, friends to lovers (let me know if i missed anything)

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Eddie had been your best friend since second grade. He had always been there for you, no matter what. Even when the two of you fought, he would always come over when you called him.

You would often spend a chunk of the day listening to Eddie bitch about Steve Harrington on your way to the video store. You knew he was just jealous of how Dustin adored Steve, the guy was practically a god to him.

But whenever you brought it up, he’d get completely defensive, going off about how he’s ‘not jealous, just worried that Dustin will fall victim to the disease that is popularity.’

Of course, if popularity was a disease- you don’t even know what you and Eddie were. You weren’t unpopular by any means, you were on good terms with the general school population, but you wouldn’t consider too many people your friend.

That pretty much caused your Friday nights to be spent alone with Eddie, but the two of you didn’t mind. You’d watch movies or have Eddie explain whatever plan he had for the next d&d campaign, you never really understood what was going on, but he always had you hooked on the story.

Tonight, it was your turn to pick, and you had decided on a game that has stood the test of time with sleepovers.

“No, no way I’m playing truth or dare.”

“Please! Come on, it’ll be fun!” You begged,

He shook his head, “Nope, can’t we do anything else?”

You stood your ground, “Hey, it’s my week to pick. And remember last week when you were half an hour late? You owe me a night of thruthing and daring.” You say, crossing your arms on your chest.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Fine, truth or dares it is.”

It starts pretty tame, but the longer you play, the more fun Eddie is having. Asking more daunting questions and embarrassing dares.

It took about an hour for you to introduce alcohol into the game, and it didn’t take much longer for the two of you to be piss-drunk on Eddie’s couch, filters completely gone as you both answer questions you’d never tell each other otherwise.

“Truth,” you say, ready to answer any question he had.

He pauses, his breath hitching as he scratches his palms- he’s nervous. “Eddie? What’s the question?” You ask, trying to calm him down.

“Wh-what happened with you and Billy?” He asks.

You and Billy Hargrove had a very brief relationship a couple of months before the StarCourt Mall fire last year. You knew he didn’t like you that much, and you weren’t fond of him, but honestly, you didn’t care. You just wanted someone.

But even though you never really liked him, it hurt when you broke up. Eddie hated him, so you didn’t really talk about what happened between you two. Billy’s death made it even harder to talk about, but with Eddie, you knew you were safe to talk to him about anything.

“So… that’s what happened.”

Eddie takes a big sigh, “Wow,” He says, turning to you, “Is it bad I’m a little jealous right now?” He asked.

You laugh, “You’re jealous of a shitty, toxic relationship where the guy died in a fire?” You ask, taking a swig of your drink.

He chuckles, shaking his head, “No, no, just having a relationship in general, someone who wants to be with you like that.” He ducks his head in embarrassment.

You look at him, “Come on Ed, plenty of girls would want to be with you. You’re the perfect guy.” You say, lightly punching his shoulder.

“You say that, but look at me. I haven’t even kissed a woman yet, but please show me the line of women waiting for me.” He says, throwing his hands in the air.

His eyes went wide once he realised what he said, and you can’t lie, your own eyes matched his. You don’t know why you didn’t consider it, Eddie was older than you, he always had this “cool guy” attitude to him. Sure you’d never seen him with a girl- or guy, but you just assumed. He never told you anything otherwise- until now.

This urge hit you, one you had been fighting for years now. You weren’t sure whether it was the buzz from being drunk or the new information, but the urge changed into a demand.

He hasn’t had a first kiss? Let’s give him one he’ll never forget.

You moved closer to him, using one hand to take him and the other to cup his cheek. He leans into the touch before his mind catches up, realising what’s about to happen. His eyes go wide.

“Oh, oh, uh-“ He stutters, “You don’t have to-it's fine.” He says.

You shush him, “I want to,” You lean in, you can feel his breath on your lips. “Do you?” You ask, the question coming out like a whisper.

He nods, and before you can second guess yourself, you press a soft kiss to his lips.

The kiss is chaste, but just as you lean back, he’s pulling you back in, his left hand finding your hips while the right cups your cheek.

The kiss is quite sloppy at first, but Eddie is a fast learner. Quickly becoming one of the better kisses you’ve had.

You poke your tongue against his lips, asking for permission to enter, he obliges, giving you space to kiss him with your tongue. It doesn’t take long before he’s experimenting with his own, finding out what’s good and what isn’t.

He nips at your bottom lip, just testing the waters, you moan into the kiss, causing him to groan.

You slide into his lap, straddling him as his hands slip just under your shirt. The cool rings on your skin tickle, so you giggle, pulling out of the kiss. Moving down to kiss his neck.

You can feel the vibrations of his groans on your lips, encouraging you to continue. You quickly find his sweet spot and bite down to suck a bruise. He moans out, bucking his hips up into yours, you moan, gripping his shoulders for stability.

You finally get to look at him, his face is bright red, his lips were completely swollen, he looks completely and utterly fucked out. But he’s also smiling like he just won the lottery, which in his eyes, he just has.

The bulge underneath you quickly grows as he hardens, you roll into it, eliciting another moan from him. You lean in, kissing his neck before licking along his jaw.

“Wait-“ He says, moving you back into place. Just as you’re about to ask what’s wrong, he grips at your shirt, tugging it. He’s trying to ask you to take it off.

You smirk, you’ve never seen Eddie like this. So… needy, desperate. You decide to take advantage of it. “What d’ya want baby? What is it?” You ask, giving him the most innocent look you can.

He starts stuttering, fingers still toying with the hem of your shirt, you almost feel guilty, wanting to apologise and give him whatever he asks for. But you also like the position you’re in right now.

You grip his chin, making him look at you. “Words, baby, I need you to tell me what you want.” You say, moving to nibble on his earlobe.

To your amusement, he whines, “Please,” he

whimpers, “Please let me take it off.

You smile, about to pull your ace card. You press a chaste kiss to his lips, “Good boy,” you mutter against his lips. You’re very pleased when he reacts by bucking his hips up to yours. You smirk, “You like that?” You ask.

He nods, “Yeah, I really do.” he says, his face turning red as he buries his face in your neck to hide.

Despite enjoying teasing him, you decide to give in, tugging on your own shirt to let him pull it off you. You thank yourself for deciding to forgo a bra today. He practically tears your shirt off of you, moaning at the sight of your breasts.

“Holy shit…” He mutters, his hands hovering just under your breasts, he’s waiting for permission.

You smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “You can touch me, Ed,” You say, a chuckle clouding your words.

And just like that, he goes in. Taking your breast into his mouth, sucking, biting and licking across your nipple. You moan at the stimulation, grinding down onto him, “Fuck, so good.”

He takes this as a sign to keep going- as he should. Gripping harder on your waist as he takes your nipple in between his teeth, rolling it before licking to soothe it.

You card your hands through his hair, tugging as you moan. You’re being absolutely worked. This was supposed to be about him, you’ve gotta fix this.

You tug his hair, pulling him off of your breast. You sit up slightly, moving your hand to palm at his cock. He moans, shuddering as you light drag your nails across his neck.

You unbutton his jeans, resting your hand on the zipper as you look to him for permission. Once his brain catches up he’s nodding profusely, a begging mess for you.

As soon as you’ve undone his jeans, you’re pushing your hand into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock and slowly stroking it.

He moans, rolling his hips into your hand. “Son of a bitch.” He mutters.

When you remove your hand, he actually whines, desperate for your hand back on him, but that desperation is rewarded as you kiss along his jawline, leaning into his ear, “I wanna suck you off,” you mutter, grinding into him. He moans, rolling his hips up to match your rolls. “Is that okay?” You ask.

Before you’ve even finished the sentence, he’s profusely nodding, “Yes- yes please.” He sputters.

You roll into him once more- for good measure, before moving to go on your knees. “You’re- this is- wow…” He says, watching as you pull his jeans and boxers down.

His cock springs free, slapping his stomach. It’s a surprising length- you never really thought about how big he would be, but you didn’t think it would be that big. It’s slightly curved, with a very red tip, like it’s angry, demanding stimulation.

You decide to oblige, pressing a kiss to the red tip. Eddie immediately moans, bucking his hips. You want to tease him, but decide to be nice this time. Finding a vein in the base and following it right up to his slit, licking the precum.

He lets out a guttural moan, “Oh my god, please don’t tease me, baby, please.”

The mix of his begging and that nickname burned in your abdomen, feeling the wetness from your panties on your leg where you sit.

You decide to be kind, guiding his cock into your mouth and sinking as far down as you can. Using your hand to rub whatever parts you can’t fit.

You swallow, causing him to jerk, hitting the back of your throat. You pull off, gagging and coughing. You try to let him know it’s okay, but he’s already profusely apologising.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you- shit. Do you need something? Do I need to call an ambulance?” He says, not taking a breath in between any of his words.

As your coughing comes to a stop, you sit back up on the couch, resting your hand on his cheek. “Hey, I’m fine, was just surprised s’all, it’s no big deal.” You say, he nods, “Now, we can stop if you want, but I’d be happy to keep going.”

He looks up at you with near doe eyes, “Really? You’re sure you’re okay?”

You giggle at his nervousness, the way he cares for you making your heart swell. “I’m fine, that shit happens all the time. Some people are into it.” You say, his eyes widen. God- he really is clueless about this stuff.

He takes a second, “I don’t think- I’m into it. Is that okay? I just don’t like seeing you like that.” He whispers, brushing his hand along your hair.

You nod, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Of course it’s okay,” You pull back, still seeing some apprehension in him. Your heart aches, he’s not doing anything wrong, he shouldn’t feel guilty.

“Okay, how about this.” You start, he looks at you with peak interest, “If you’re uncomfortable, and want to stop, you say red, if you want me to slow down, say yellow, yeah?” He nods, understanding what you’re talking about.

“And if I want to slow down, I’ll tap twice,” You say, tapping twice on his thigh to show him. “And if I wanna stop, I tap continuously.” You say, tapping at a rapid pace. “Does that make you feel better?” You ask, kissing the side of his lips.

He nods again, looking so much more relaxed. “Definitely, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says, rubbing along your back.

You giggle, “I’m glad,” You say, leaning in to kiss him, taking his cock in your hand and gently stroking it. “You want me to keep going?” You ask.

He nods before moaning, “Please, please do.” he says, rolling his hips into your hand.

You nod, sinking back down to your knees. Since he still seems nervous, it’s probably better to go a little slow. You press kisses along his length, rubbing the slit with your thumb, smearing the precum over his tip.

He gasps as you start to place kitten licks along the slit, slowly getting bigger as your mouth started to cover his head. He moans, “Fuck baby, s’good.” He says, hand reaching to pull your hair away from your face.

Eventually, you get down far enough that your nose is brushing his pubic hair. You take that as the best sign to start travelling up and down his shaft, swallowing when needed -and sometimes just to feel how he squirms.

His moans turn one continuous string of moans as you feel his cock throb in you. He reaches to feel the way his cock sits in your mouth, swearing at the sight of it.

He feels- close, so you start to increase the pace at which you bob your head. You feel him tense below your hand. “Shit- so close.” He moans.

You continue to swallow around him, encouraging him to unload in your mouth. He moans, allowing himself to fully let go, spilling his seed into your mouth. You smile as you swallow around him, making sure to catch every drop before popping off of him.

“Holy- holy shit.” He mutters, repeating various swear words as you coax him back to you.

You can tell he’s worn out, certainly too tired to learn any ways of getting you off, but that doesn’t matter. Tonight wasn’t about you, it was about him, making him feel good. And after tonight, truth or dare is his new favourite game.

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alinastracker · 3 years

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If you’re still doing the prompts I have oneeeee hehe

" i mean... i-i'm cool with sharing the bed if you are. "

you got it baby 🥰

but i know something’s starting right now

It’s a sweltering Ravkan summer day, but nothing brings heat to her body like watching Mal in the pool, water droplets racing down his chest. His shaggy hair is a mop on his head, and she realizes this is what he must look like in the shower.

This is exactly why she didn’t want to bring him on the trip.

It’s the first week of July, and for the past three years, that’s meant a trip to the Os Alta Resort with Genya and Zoya. It’s a way for them to relax after exams and catch up now that they all attend different schools. But at the end of May, the two of them had FaceTimed her about a change for this year.

“We were thinking of taking the boys with,” Genya says gently, nervous for her reaction.

Zoya is frank as ever. “It’s cheaper that way. Besides, after all this long distance, I could use a week of uninterrupted fuc—”

“Zoya!”

“Relax, Starkov. We’re all adults here.”

“Anyway,” Genya cuts in. “We’re just telling you in case you wanted to bring someone, too. Maybe Mal?”

“Mal and I aren’t dating.”

Only in her dreams.

“Might as well be,” Zoya mutters.

So in the choice between bringing Mal on what has basically turned into a couple’s retreat and going to said couple’s retreat alone, she’s chosen the former. It would be fine. Mal knows her friends. Him and Nikolai like to talk sports. Maybe it’ll be a little weird, being the only non-couple, but they could deal.

It would have been fine, if it weren’t for this morning’s check in.

"So it looks like we have you booked for three single rooms," the concierge says.

Alina frowns. "One of those should be a double."

The concierge checks again, each click of his mouse making her anxiety rise. He frowns. "Sorry, miss. It's showing me all singles."

"It's fine," Mal says. "Could we just upgrade it to a double, then?"

"Er, I'm afraid we're all booked, sir."

Nikolai claps his hands together, cheerful as ever at Zoya's side. "Well, I'll just switch with Alina, and Mal and I can — shit, Zoy!"

Zoya had stomped on his foot.

"We are not switching shit," she hisses under her breath.

Nikolai sighs. "My deadly dearest, certainly it's no big deal—"

"I bought us a new toy for this trip. We are not switching."

There is a brief moment where everyone freezes, then Genya groans, shaking her head as she murmurs apologies to the concierge, who is trying hard to pretend he hasn’t heard a thing. The tips of Mal's ears go red, and Alina is sure hers match. David, lost in his audiobook, is oblivious to all of it.

Nikolai clears his throat and turns to the two of them with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, mate. You're on your own."

The concierge slowly raises a finger and says, "We might be able to supply a cot?"

Alina can feel everyone's eyes on her, which is the last thing she ever wants. She has the strong desire to curl in on herself, but that only really works in the winter when she dons large coats and sweaters. But it’s summer, and she is in only a mustard yellow crop top and jean shorts, though she suddenly feels as exposed as if she were completely naked.

Mal takes one look at her and gently nudges his foot against hers. "I mean . . . I'm cool with sharing the bed if you are?"

Her brain is looking for anyway out of this whole conversation, so she nods.

So far, they have been in their room once to drop off their things and change into bathing suits, both of them dancing around the bed without ever touching it. The air in the room feels charged even with sunlight still pouring in. What would tonight be like?

More importantly, how was she supposed to handle sleeping beside him when she can’t even handle watching him in the pool?

Genya climbs on Mal’s shoulders for a game of chicken — David is, unsurprisingly, not in the pool, but sitting beside Alina on a lounge chair. She feels a pang of something like jealousy as she watches the game commence, which cannot be more ridiculous.

They can’t avoid the night forever, and it comes much too quickly despite how long they spend mingling at the resort bar. In their room, Mal lets Alina use the bathroom first. A kind offer, she thinks, until she realizes it leaves her to stake out a spot on the bed first. No more dancing.

Left side or right? Does Mal have a preference? Does she? How long until Mal finishes in the bathroom and comes out to see her staring at the bed like a mental person?

Right side, she chooses finally. She curls up on the left side of her body usually, so this way, she doesn’t have to face him as they sleep. Good call. As she untucks the covers from the bed, she secretly hopes to find something horrifying, like blood or bugs, so they can get a refund and leave. Sadly, it is a perfectly fine bed. Alina plops onto it and tucks herself in.

Mal finishes in the bathroom a few minutes later, and if he’s as rattled about their sleeping arrangement as she is, he does not show it. There’s plenty of space between them as he settles into bed. Maybe this won’t be as bad as she feared.

“Well, goodnight,” Mal says through a yawn.

“Goodnight,” Alina replies.

They each turn off their bedside lamps. Mal is softly snoring soon after, but Alina stays awake much too long for her liking, thinking of how close he is.

They fall into a similar routine for the next couple nights. During the day, all is fine. Their little group meshes well. Genya and Nikolai are often off together, both of them on a mission, it seems, to try every flavor of ice cream from Os Alta's ice cream bar. Or sometimes it’s Nikolai and Mal running off, joining a game of pool volleyball, both of them stupidly competitive. When Zoya gets annoyed with the overload of children at the waterpark, she joins David on one of the lounge chairs to read for a while — Zoya a smutty historical romance and David a nonfiction on modern space travel. We just shouldn't let Jeff Bezos come back, he argues to Genya later, while Zoya murmurs to Nikolai something she wants him to do to her that night.

Alina thanks the saints her room isn’t next to Zoya’s.

The trip is going so smoothly that she doesn’t realize what trouble Sunday brings with it. It’s always their favorite part of the trip: bottomless margarita night. They all have absolutely horrific, hilarious pictures and videos of themselves from the past three years thanks to bottomless margarita night at Os Alta. But the thought of being drunk like that while she’s sharing a bed with Mal?

Okay, so she just won’t drink tonight. Problem solved.

“You can’t not drink!” Zoya says, personally offended.

“Come on, it’s tradition!” Genya agrees.

But she’s determined to hold out. Only when she sees the others with their drinks, she decides one sip won’t hurt. One sip becomes one drink, and one drink becomes a couple. Soon enough, she’s drunk enough to sign herself up for karaoke, another Os Alta tradition.

“I dunno what I should siiiing,” she slurs, swaying lightly on her feet.

“I have the perfect song for you!” Genya cheers excitedly.

So that’s how she ends up on stage, drunk off her ass, horridly singing Taylor Swift’s We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. She really gets into it, jumping and nailing the talking parts a little too well. But she can hear Genya and Zoya screaming the lyrics along with her, and it only encourages her.

Genya records a Snapchat of her performance, snickering to Mal and David about how she’s going to accidentally send it to the asshole Alina dated last year who’s still entirely too obsessed with her.

Nikolai is the only one of the boys drunk enough to sign up, taking the stage after Alina to perform a disgustingly off-key version of Queen’s Don’t Stop Me Now. They all agree that Freddie Mercury is rolling in his grave.

By the end of the night, the four of them are totally wasted. David, who had spent the night nursing one drink, his focus on getting Genya her drinks and ensuring that she didn’t trip over herself, has to help the aforementioned redhead up to their room. Nikolai and Zoya are a sight, both wickedly drunk, trying to help each other stay upright. Mal had only downed a couple drinks and is mostly sober, which Alina is very thankful for, as she can’t hold herself up to save her life. She nearly trips on absolutely nothing so many times that Mal finally scoops her into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way to the room. Alina giggles the whole way.

There’s no getting ready for bed that night. Mal sets her on the bed, and she resigns to sleeping in her red summer dress. When Mal joins her after having a shower, drunk Alina has no qualms curling up against him and sniffing him.

“Mm, you smell good,” she hums.

Mal chuckles even as he tenses. Alina has her arm around him and her face pressed into his side. He’s not sure he can breathe. She’s too drunk to notice the blush on his face.

“That’s probably just because you smell like alcohol,” he hedges.

Alina giggles and shakes her head. “No, you always smell good.”

He doesn’t know what to do with this information, but he does a lot of thinking instead of sleeping as Alina passes out next to him.

Monday morning brings with it a pounding headache for Alina. She prepares for the bright sunlight streaming through the window, but the room is dark when she opens her eyes. Mal isn’t beside her, but he left aspirin and a glass of water on the nightstand in addition to pulling out the blackout curtains. She falls in love with him a little bit more.

The day is a quiet one. The girls and Nikolai spend their time at the spa, Mal and David off doing saints know what. She gets the best massage of her life, and while her head still aches despite the pain pill, seeing Nikolai get his toenails painted bright red makes every sip she had last night worth it.

When they’re in the room again after dinner, tucking themselves into bed, Mal says, “You told me I smell good last night.”

Alina pauses. “I did?”

The night comes back to her. She totally told him he smelled good, and she had closed the space between them on the bed, curling up right next to him. She remembers all of it, suddenly and painfully.

“Oh, saints. Mal, I’m so sorry. I didn’t . . . I shouldn’t have—”

He cuts her off. “It’s okay, ‘Lina. You don’t have to apologize.”

“I don’t?”

Mal smiles an amused smile and leans over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “No, you don’t. Not you. Never you.”

Alina is almost positive she can hear her heart pounding as Mal reaches for something tucked in the drawer of his nightstand.

“For you,” he says, handing her a long rectangular box. “Saw it today when I was out with David and I just— I thought of you.”

She can’t even process the image of Mal and David out shopping together, needing to open this damn box. With shaky fingers, she lifts the lid. Waiting for her inside is a dainty necklace with a gorgeous gold sun charm.

“Oh,” she says softly.

Mal blushes, and this time, Alina notices. “Do you like it?” he asks. “I just thought of you singing last night when I saw it. You’re so bright, Alina. All the time. Just like the sun.”

She has no idea what this confession means, or how she earned it from drunkenly telling him how good he smells — which his really quite good — but her heart has kicked into overdrive. She isn’t sure what, or how, but she knows something’s starting right now.

“I love it, Mal.” She turns so her back is facing him and hands over the necklace. “Will you help me put it on?”

He wraps the chain around her neck. The sun rests perfectly against her heart. She notices every little brush of his fingers against the back of her neck as Mal works the clasp.

When the necklace is secure, they both lay back down, noticeably closer this time. Not as close as last night, but close enough that their arms occasionally brush, close enough that she’ll end up kicking him during the night. Alina sleeps on her right side.

Their trip might be ending tomorrow, but something better was beginning tonight.

#malina #malina fanfic #fanfic #grishaverse fanfic #writing #my writing #THIS IS DAYS LATE BUT I KEPT STARTING THIS OVER BC I WASNT HAPPY WITH IT #also tried writing in present tense which i rarely write in so excuse if it's a mess lmao #short and sweet and not my best imo but i hope u still like it bb!!#cuddlingwithharry #if u spot the song reference (besides the obvious) u r superior

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oretsov · 3 years

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MWAHAHA here is my word for the wip guessing game: soft

soft just like how i feel for our beloveds...which is obviously why i have made them whores <3

The hickey is blooming into a dark purple spot, and he stares as it blossoms, before he releases his tongue from the patch of soft skin and gives it a small kiss.

#yes the fwb au is also the mal is obsessed with hickeys au #cuddlingwithharry #ask #ask bait #i love bella tag

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hrryfics · 3 years

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heyy do you know any good collage/moodboard kinda posts??

@cuddlingwithharry makes the cutest moodboards!!

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine

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monteefs-blog · 12 years

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hey love, I'm trying to reach my goal, and imm really close, so could u do me a hugggeee favor a help me out with giving me a promo? it would honestly mean so much to me :) if you do thanks babe .xx

sure babe xo

#cuddlingwithharry #answered

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ohcaptains · 2 years

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poppin’ in and say I absolutely love your work. Have a nice dayyy!! xx

OJHHH THANK U BABY<3333

#cuddlingwithharry #ask #lovely people

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strawberrysodaslut · 2 years

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hello! Could u write a steve harrington x fem reader where it’s of that scene in season 4 episode 2 where Eddie is holding a knife to Steve’s throat and reader immediately rushes to his side after Eddie releases him to make sure he’s okay? (Cuz in the background u can see him struggling :(

ahhh i rewatched the scene and he looked so scared poor bby :(

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You felt like an idiot, how could they be so sure Eddie didn’t kill her? What if he ends up being some psycho and tries to hurt everyone?

But as Steve kept on reminding you, you trusted Dustin and Max, with everything you’d been through, it’d be stupid not to.

Even then, following a murder suspect to a drug dealers house was not something you wanted to do. You sat in the car, picking at your fingernails anxiously while looking out the window.

Steve notices, wrapping his hands around your own. You turn to him, and he smiles, mouthing “it’s okay,” as Robin turns into the driveway.

After looking around the house and Dustin screaming some- inappropriate phrases for the situation. The group decides to check the back house, hoping Eddie got spooked and ran in there to hide.

While you check under cabinets for any sign of the boy, Steve grabs an oar and starts to stab a piece of tarp.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” You hiss, waving your arms in the air.

He shrugs, “He might be in here.”

Dustin rolls his eyes, “So take the tarp off.”

Steve reciprocates the eye roll as he stabs at the tarp, “If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.” He says.

“Hey, look over here.” Max says, gesturing at robin to come look at the desk, “Someone was here.” She says, lifting up food wrappers.

Robin picks up the wrappers “Maybe he heard us, got spooked and ran.”

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin jokes.

Steve rolls his eyes, continuing to poke the tarp with his oar, “I know you think you're being funny, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-”

Before he can finish, Eddie jumps out of the tarp, pushing him against the wall, knife in hand.

Everything happens so fast you don’t even understand what’s going on, all you can do is shout at Eddie to get off Steve. But your voice is clouded by all the others.

Eventually, Dustin is able to calm the boy down, and he lets Steve go. You rush to him, immediately pulling him behind you to keep him away from Eddie. You know he let him go, but you can help but be cautious.

“You okay baby?” You whisper, holding him up as he collapses, “holy shit… you’re fine, just breathe okay?” You say, trying to calm him down.

He nods, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You can feel him shaking where you hold him, but all you can do is stroke his back, whisper calming phrases and leave absent minded kisses while you wait for the group to sort everything out.

He slowly relaxes in your touch, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before lifting his head up, “thanks, baby,” he whispers, gripping your hand and moving back to the group, ready to help Eddie.

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strawberrysodaslut · 2 years

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It’s Over - Steve Harrington x Reader

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summary: After Nancy and Steve have a fight at a party, Steve goes to you for comfort.

warnings: hurt to comfort, unrequited love, breaking up, alcohol, mentions of death

a/n: i was gonna write smut for this, but it didn’t feel right, so it’s not.

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Staying home from a party was not something you usually did, you really did enjoy parties. But the flu that had been finding its way across your school population had finally hit you, rendering you party-free for the next two weeks.

Your best friend, Steve, nearly stayed back. Claiming that you, Nancy and him could just have a movie night, but you refused. Nancy had been far too stressed the past few months, she needed to party.

Steve and you had been friends for years, even when he became- well for lack of a better term- an asshole, you stuck by him. Calling him on his bullshit and standing by him when you knew he was right.

You couldn't lie, the main reason you stood by him during his asshole phase was how much you were in love with him. You tried not to be, but once you saw how much of a dick he became and STILL wanted him, you knew there was no chance.

When Steve started dating Nancy- of course, you were jealous. As much as you liked to pride yourself on not being "one of those girls" who hated on women for being with a guy you liked, you really did try to hate her. You just wanted some reason for why they shouldn't be together, and you wanted the reason to be her.

But you couldn't find a way, from all the kind words Steve would say about her, to the time you would spend with her- she was lovely. She was a lovely person. So you got over your jealousy, and entered a new phase, sucking it up.

Steve wasn't and never will be yours, he's Nancy's and he is in love. And you support both of them.

Once you had gotten over your "I'm a jealous bitch" phase, you actually ended up becoming very good friends with Nancy, so good that when Barb disappeared, you were the one she confided in, not Steve.

You were actually the one to convince her to go to the party with Steve. The two of you planned to raid each other's closets the night off to find the perfect outfits, but when you woke up congested, coughing and your throat drier than a desert, you had to cancel.

So that's how you ended up on the couch, watching whatever was on tv while enjoying some truly disgusting soup.

The party was only a couple of streets away from your house, so you weren't all that surprised that you could hear the commotion. The sadness of missing out brewing slightly in your chest, you decide to listen to your favourite album, have your own mini party.

You're playing the music so loud, you can barely hear the knocks on your bedroom window.

It gives you a fright, everyone who you know well enough to climb through your window is at the party. But intruders don't normally knock... do they?

Against your better thinking, you pull back the blinds. Nearly jumping at the sight of your friend through the foggy window.

You open your window, "Holy shit, Harrington. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

He chuckles a little, murmuring an apology before climbing into your room. When you get a proper look at him in the light, he looks... sad. Really sad. Somethings wrong.

"What happened?" You ask, worry clouding your mind and face.

Your words seemed to set something in Steve alight, because within seconds his breathing changes, eyes filling with tears as a sob breaks from him.

You've never seen Steve cry, you're not sure if he's the hugging type or not. But you decide to try anyway, wrapping your arms around his body, stuffing your face in his shirt.

Before you can second guess your decision, Steve's arms wrap around you, fingers digging into your sweatshirt. He hides his face in your hair as he sobs, slowly stopping to apologise before continuing to cry.

You guide him to sit on your bed, providing an easier place to hold him. He buries his face in your chest, clinging to your left arm while your right comes up to stroke through his hair.

"It's okay, let it out." You whisper, moving to rub his back.

It takes about ten minutes for him to calm down enough for his words to become coherent, but he's not really saying enough for you to understand what's going on. He's only repeating "bullshit" which could mean anything.

You decide to poke the bear, preparing to do more cuddling in case it goes wrong.

"Steve, what's going on?" You ask, pushing his hair behind his ears, wiping the tear stains off of his face with your sleeve.

He heaves a heavy breath, "Nancy- she doesn't love me." He says, tears streaming down his face.

You furrow your brows, Nancy and Steve are like- a power couple. As much as you hated it, you couldn't deny that. What does he mean? "Steve, what are you talking about? Of course she loves you."

He shakes his head, "No, she told me she didn't. She said- she said I'm bullshit, that we killed Barb- and-" A sob breaks his sentence.

"that pretending we didn't kill her, and acting like we're in love is bullshit. And then when I asked her if she loves me," he throws his hands up in the air, "that's bullshit too apparently."

You're speechless. Of course you knew relatively what happened to Barb- just as much as anyone else did, and you knew how much it fucked Nancy up, but you didn't expect... this.

"Oh, Steve." You say, pulling him back into the hug. "I'm so fucking sorry Steve."

He accepted the hug, holding you until you started coughing, pulling back from him to cover your mouth while you cough. Steve can't help but laugh, an emotional moment stolen by a cold he probably gave to you.

"Holy shit- are you okay?" He says, passing you water from your nightstand.

You nod, sipping at the water. "Yeah, just be careful, I don't wanna get you sick. Are you okay?"

He takes a second to think, before nodding. "I think I will be, thank you, I needed that." He takes your hand in his.

It wasn't exactly uncommon, physical affection between you and Steve. When he started dating Nancy the two of you toned it down completely, but it wasn't unusual for you to have a lingering hug, or a light- completely platonic- touches.

"So what now?" You ask, taking another sip of water, trying to ask if he's going to dump her without actually answering.

He shrugs, "I mean, we're done. I don't know if there's another way to take 'we're bullshit' other than a breakup, y'know." He says, blowing into a whistle.

You nod, they're over. It's so crazy that something you practically dreamed about a year ago can make you feel so- shit.

But that didn't matter right now, what mattered was helping your friend.

"You can stay here tonight, my parents are away." You say, he nods.

You fix him up with some clothes you knew would fit him, before hopping into your bed. He quickly joins you, leaning onto your side and dragging you into his chest.

“Uh Steve, I’m sick.” You say, trying to move into your own space.

He chuckles, “I spent like ages sobbing into your chest, if I haven’t caught it now, I’m not catching it. Come here.” He says, pulling you back.

You settle in his hold, resting your head on his chest. Slowly, his breathing evens out, signalling that he’s asleep.

You take the opportunity to watch him, knowing deep down, even if he doesn’t ever reciprocate your feelings, your probably gonna always love him, always take care of him, always be there for him.

He’s your best friend, no matter what.

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The concept of flying private was something that Y/N always thought would be impossible for her. Therefore, she was surprised when the car pulled up right in front of Harry’s private jet. The jet was completely white, yet it had written Harry’s initials on its tail.

Harry got out of the car first and stretched his hand out for her to take.

“Wow” Harry chuckled at her gasp, he carried her purse out and shut the door behind her. Meanwhile, the airplane crew welcomed them both and began taking their bags out of the trunk and loading them into the plane.

“Mr. Styles” The long-time pilot, greeted Harry as he walked down the steps. “It’s so nice to see you!” Harry did not know about jets and flying when he decided to buy the aircraft. Hence, he turned to Richard for advice, and ever since he has been the pilot of the jet. Harry trusted no one else.

“Richard! How’ve you been?” Harry shook his hand when he got down.

“Very well sir!” He smiled, the pilot noticed Y/N and instantly turned to her. “You must be Ms. Y/L/N! Welcome!” Richard had been astonished to read her name on the guest chart. He had only had the pleasure of meeting two of Harry’s ex. He only wished this one was nicer than the others.

“Thank you! It’s so nice to meet you” Y/N shyly said, not used to greeting people. She was nervous because this trip implicated meeting new people, and she wasn’t as an extrovert as Harry.

He could talk to the wall and not feel like a fool.

“Is everything ready?” He asked, gently guiding Y/N up the steps and into the plane.

“Yes sir. Even the guests are here” Y/N heard him reply as she paid attention to all the details of the inside of the jet. Richard referred to Alessandro, Michael, and William. They had arrived earlier than the couple, which was always unexpected to them. Harry was never late. He would usually scowl and lecture at the rest of the men for leaving him waiting.

She had made them late. Y/N had struggled with leaving Oliver behind. She held him and cried for a few minutes. Harry had to intervene and separate them. It had made his heart ache, yet he forced himself to drive them apart.

The seats of the plane were beige and the carpet a darker tone. It was very elegant.

“Finally! I thought you weren’t coming for a moment!” Alessandro cried as soon as he saw Y/N. He got up from his seat and greeted her with a hug and kiss on each cheek. “I can’t wait for you to see where we are staying!”.

Alessandro had been planning the entire trip since the night they had dinner at Harry’s. If there is something that excited Alessandro was showing the loveliness of his country to foreigners. He had planned every single minute and second in Italy.

Alessandro was even more excited that it was Y/N who was accompanying them. From what he had heard, she was genuinely interested in his close friend. Harry also seemed like he was infatuated with her.

“I didn’t get the memo we had to come in uniform” Alessandro frowned, pointing out that the couple had dressed very similarly. They wore a set of gray sweatpants. The only difference was that Harry wore his black coat over it.

“I like to be comfortable” Harry shrugged, “sue me”

William sat on the first seat with three books stacked on his table. He still hadn’t started reading any of them, but he had already asked for a glass of wine. He has been answering emails since he arrived. Lately, the office was driving him crazy.

“Hi” Y/N waved at him. William stood up and hugged her tightly. “It’s good to see you” she added, gently caressing his back as they pulled apart.

“I am happy you are here” he whispered to her, knowing that if he hadn’t spoken to Harry, earlier that day, she might not have shown up. “Have you thought of the job?”. Y/N nodded with a smile.

“I’ll let you know after the trip” William gave her a small smile and sat back down.

“Hi!” Michael hugged her tightly right after William released her. “I’ve missed you! Are you excited?”

“Very”

“Why is everyone acting like we haven’t seen each other in years?” Harry asked loudly enough to capture everyone’s attention.

“Because you never text, call, or visit. You only do when it involves business” William mumbled, taking the first book from his pile. “It’s quite annoying”.

“Because you are all busy all the time!”

“Bullshit. I know that you silence yourself whenever we talk, so you can continue bossing people around and working” Michael pointed out, “Yet you always ask for our full attention when you call”.

“Why are we whining? I want to hear less about business and more about having fun in Italy!” Alessandro interrupted as he walked down the hallway with a freshly opened bottle of wine. He started pouring everyone a glass.

Harry and Y/N settled on the seats beside William. Michael and Alessandro sat together behind William.

“Where are we staying?” Harry asked, getting himself out of his trench coat and hoodie. The door still hadn’t been closed, yet there were too many people on the airplane. He also wanted to get comfy and settle down. He took his laptop out and turned it on. He had tried his best to finish the majority of the work, but he still had a few things to do. Plus, he knew that Y/N was probably falling asleep after they served dinner.

“It’s a surprise, but we are first staying in Rome” Alessandro revealed, “Then we are staying somewhere else. Plus, Y/N has to go sightseeing before we can leave the capital”

The nanny smiled at Alessandro, she always felt welcomed by him. He made her feel part of the group.

Y/N took her shoes off and pulled her knees to her chest. She had chosen a book from Harry’s extensive library. She slipped on her glasses and submerged herself in the literary book.

The flight attendants shut the door just as Michael and Alessandro argued about Italian summers versus French summers. The plane was off the ground before they realized it.

The plane had taken off just before sunset. Therefore, the passengers had a peak at the gorgeous setting of the sun. The plane got washed with orange warm tones that made Y/N feel like she was in a dream. The sky turned dark after the small spectacle. And then it was very quiet for about two hours. Everyone was too indulged in their activities to speak.

“That was so fucking good,” Michael said after finishing his plate. They had served risotto and lemon chicken, accompanied by a nice glass of wine a few hours into the flight. “I swear the food makes flying private worth every dime” He pulled on his shirt, stretching it over his slight tummy.

“I feel like I am going to explode” Her sweats were too tight, and she urgently wanted to get into comfortable clothes. “I thought I was ready for all the eating we are going, but I guess I am not” she puffed leaning back on her seat.

“Oh, no honey! This is just an appetizer compared to all the food we are eating”.

“This is why I always come back to New York with way bigger pants” Michael always bought more pants. He believed in clothes should fit you and not the other way around. Plus, he enjoyed pasta and pizza way too much to sacrifice it. He also hated going to the gym. He wasn’t like Harry, who religiously attended.

Harry still hadn’t finished eating, but he leaned over and kissed Y/N's cheeks after seeing her pouting at her bloated tummy. He found it sweet and cute. Just like he found it cute that she always ate her food with a spoon, or how she watched Disney movies on her own and in her free time.

“It’s time for a nap” William yawned as he unbuckled himself. “I am too tired” He added as he walked towards the back of the plane where there was a pull-out bed.

Michael started watching a movie, and Alessandro laid back on his seat and tried to get some sleep after the flight attendant pick up the plates.

“Who is your celebrity crush?” Y/N randomly asked as she watched Harry eating.

“That’s a bit random” He laughed, cutting up the last piece of salmon.

“Just answer the question!” Y/N insisted on, wanting to get to know all his quirks and likes and dislikes more profoundly.

“Jennifer Aniston”

“Interesting” Y/N nodded as she assimilated the information.

“Wha’s there a correct question?”

“Don’t be an idiot” She giggled. Harry wiped the corners of his mouth and washed down the last bite with the last of the wine. “I was just curious” Y/N shrugged.

“What’s yours?”

“John Krasinski” she blurted. Y/N had always been a fan of his character in The Office. Sure, he had gotten cuter and hotter with age, but she liked him even when he was just Jim.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah” she nodded, “why?”

“I thought yeh had a better taste in man”

“Oh! You dick!” She pushed him as they both laughed. “And you are very basic. Jennifer Aniston? Really?”

“Basic? Nu’uh. Look at your boyfriend!”

“I swear that damn ego of yours is going to be our doom”

“You act like you don’t like it!” He was right. Y/N loved the confidence that Harry radiated. It was incredibly attractive. She just rolled her eyes at him and shook her head at him. That was until she yawned. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed” He guided her to the bedroom in the back.

“This jet is huge!” She exclaimed, as Harry started taking everything out of his pockets, then proceeded to strip. He got down to his boxers, then threw his tired body on the bed.

Y/N still stood by the feet of the bed, still very dressed. Harry had forgotten to pack an extra set of pajamas for them to wear on the plane.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Y/N felt his intimidated gaze on her, slowly stripping her naked. She felt too exposed, and she hadn’t even taken a sock off.

“M’ not! I don’t know what yeh are talking bout, pup” His English accent got raspier and more pronounced, and his hooded eyes only called out for her. He craved her — badly. “Just take off your clothes, so we can get some rest”.

“Then look the other way!” She argued feeling self-conscious about her body. “You are making me nervous!” Y/N admitted.

“Why? I’ve seen you naked befo” He put his arms behind his head whilst his smirk grew by the minute. “You are acting like I haven’t had my face buried between those legs already”

“HARRY!” She yelled, trying to stop him. He only laughed and enjoyed how her cheeks turned red. “Fine!” She resigned, realizing that Harry wasn’t going to bulge. She took off her hoodie first, then her pants and finally shirt. Before he could say anything, she ran to the bed and got under the sheets.

“You are no fun” he pouted and got under the sheets with her. His hands sneakily found her waist and pulled her warm body against his after shutting the light off.

It was quiet for a few minutes. They could only hear each other's breaths and feel each other’s skin.

“Are you happy?” He asked her, placing a soft kiss on top of her head.

“Very and you?”

“Extremely” They both smiled in the darkness, comfortable with one another and exited for what the next few days would bring them. “But if you keep touching my thighs with those bloody cold feet — I am out” Harry added.

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Y/N barely slept that night. She had turned and tossed most of the night. The nanny had a few lapses of light sleep, but the emotions that kept building within her kept waking her up and prevented her from slipping into a deep sleep.

Y/N did hear his heavy footsteps up the stairs, and even though she felt all sorts of ways towards him, she felt at ease that he was safe and sound at home.

It was then when she was finally able to get some sleep.

It was awfully quiet the next morning. Y/N had gotten up before anyone else, even before the sun. The warm sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. The light was starting to wash over the darkness. She pitter-pattered on the cold kitchen tile and turned on the coffee machine. She was in desperate need of a large Americano.

She had a million things in her head. Y/N had tons to do, yet she didn’t know where to start. They were flying to Italy in the evening. Her bag was already packed yet what troubled her was leaving Oliver behind. On top of it all, she had to speak to Harry about last night and how he had stood her up.

She hated confrontation, and she knew how angry Harry could get when arguing. She had heard his loud shouts from the office when he worked from home.

She served herself her large coffee and made her way to the couch to watch the early news. Whilst, she mentally tried to come up with a way to start conversation with Harry.

Harry found her, submerged in the coziness of couch blankets. She had dozed off while watching the housewives. Instead of waking her up, he decided to have a quick workout and take advantage of the silence to think. He locked himself in the gym and had a good forty-five-minute session. Until the loud shouts of his son interrupted his quietude. They only meant that Y/N was also up.

“Good morning” He said to her, as he walked past her and into the open kitchen. “Did you pack already?”

“Yes” she sharply said, adjusting Oliver on her hip. Harry was not oblivious. He could sense the tension, yet he swallowed back any snarky remarks as he continued to pour himself a cup of coffee. He knew he had fucked up. He had forgotten about the dinner with her best friend. In his defense, Harry had stayed until late to finish up some important paperwork just so he could have fun during their trip. Therefore, it wasn’t such a big deal for him. After all, he was the CEO of a company and lead hundreds.

“Mrs. Johnson, could you please take Oliver upstairs and give him a bath while we discuss something” The long time maid nodded and took the baby from Y/N without hesitation. Although, she gave her a reassuring smile before departing.

“One of us should probably say something” Harry broke the silence as they stood in utter silence. “Please look at me” Her eyes met his, and she felt intimidated, yet she never looked away.

“I am just disappointed” She pointed out, “You could have called, but instead you didn’t, and I ended up looking like a fucking fool”.

Harry tilted his head to one side while his listened and thought what to say. She was angry and embarrassed for herself. She had sat in that living room, hopelessly looking at the door, wishing for him to arrive.

“If I had known that you weren’t going to show up, I wouldn’t have invited him”

“I understand you are mad at me, but you have to understand that I had things in the office to get through” he explained, he could sense that this conversation was going to take a while.

“I understand, Harry. But you couldn’t call or text, right?” She placed her hands on her lips as she felt a burning feeling in her chest. She didn’t wait for him to respond, and instead she walked towards the laundry room. Oliver's latest load of clothes was ready to fold.

“I was too busy” He was lying. The truth was that he had completely forgotten and by the time that Andrew reminded him, it was too late. Y/N scoffed in disbelief. “What?”

“You expect me to believe that? I am not an idiot” He was never alone. Andrew was always with him, and nothing slipped from him. He was always reminding him and writing down appointments and plans. “Andrew wasn’t with you?”

“What do you want me to say?!” He snapped at her, his tone had gotten harsher, and his patience was running low. “I thought you understood the obligations that my job brings?!”

“Admit you are wrong!” She tried her best to continue folding Oliver’s clothes, even with shaking hands. “Why is it so hard?! You fucked up, and you forgot, and you didn’t text or call because you couldn’t care less!”

“Fine! I admit it. I forgot about the fucking dinner”.

Y/N swallowed back the huge lump in her throat. She tried her best to hide her emotions from him, but he could see right through her. He could see that he had hurt her feelings.

Surely, this was their first every argument, but no one ever forgets their first fight or the words that are shared. It was as his words had magically been imprinted on the walls of their home, and she couldn’t unheard them.

“Y/N—”

“Maybe it’s best if I stay with Oliver. Have a great trip” she interrupted and through the sadness and anger she smiled. She gripped the sides of the laundry basket and left him alone.

It had been a few hours since their argument. Y/N had locked herself in Oliver’s room. Meanwhile, Harry had stayed downstairs in his office, trying to keep busy.

He felt like shit and now everything was ruined. The trip was in jeopardy, and he knew that if Y/N stayed and didn’t go, everyone was going to beat his ass and never speak to him again.

Harry had to apologize but didn’t know how to. He was bad at saying sorry and admitting he was wrong. It was his narcissistic tendencies that his father had instilled in him. Although he knew it was his fault. He judged his father so hard, yet he still would act like him.

“What do you mean she isn’t going?!” William yelled through the other side of the phone. “Alessandro will fucking hang us, if she doesn't come. What did you do?!” He was at home, picking up the last few things before he headed out to the office and then to the airport.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“She invited her best friend over for dinner and I stood her up” He admitted, “and I didn’t call or text”.

It was quiet, too quiet.

“Hello?” Harry wondered if William had hung up on him.

“You are a fucking idiot, you know that, right? Why couldn’t you text?” Harry chuckled, it was the same thing that Y/N had asked.

“I don’t know” He shrugged as if William could see him.

“Where is she right now?”

“Upstairs with Oli”

“Get your ass upstairs and apologize. But apologize like you mean it”. William insisted, he knew what a pain in the ass Harry is when angry. He only wanted to hug Y/N and apologize for his friend's behavior. “If she doesn’t go then I won’t either” he said before hanging up.

“Can we talk?” He said in a soft tone. Y/N was sitting on the carpeted floor with Oliver on his belly. Her hand rested gently over his small back, gently caressing him when he began whining or getting frustrated.

She was quiet. Didn’t even utter a word yet looked up at him. Harry could tell that she had been crying. It had been out of anger. She had hid upstairs, so she wouldn’t insult anyone or say hurtful things to him. Y/N also disliked when people tried to comfort her when she was angry, crying. She felt sort of suffocated, and it only angered her more.

Harry carefully sat on the floor across her with his legs stretched out and spread out.

“I know what I did was wrong. Last night, I should have called or text you and let you know that I wasn’t coming. I acted like an asshole and I should have raised my voice at you, and I’m very sorry. It won’t happen again”. He meant every word. Harry tried to put himself in her shoes too. If she had stood him up with his friends, he would have felt embarrassed and angry.

Y/N tucked her hair back and finally met his gaze.

“You're forgiven” she decided. She didn’t expect a gigantic apology with a big show. She just wanted for Harry to admit that he was wrong and that he had fucked up. Y/N also didn’t want to drag it out any further. She knew how hard it must have been for him to come up and admit he was wrong. And even though for some it was too simple of an apology, Y/N could feel that both of them were taking a step in the right directions.

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Summary: Harry Styles is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Louis Vuitton, PRADA, YSL, and Valentino, were just a few of the stores that Alessandro had dragged her into.

“I am exhausted” She yawned as she settled on a futon within Chanel. The rest of the boys had stayed over to work out and answer some emails from work. She was a bit nervous. Sure, she enjoyed shopping and wearing new clothes, but Alessandro’s perseverance was too much. “I think we got enough” she gestured to the forty-something bags that they had acquired.

“There is no such thing as enough clothes” Alessandro answered as he looked through a rack of clothes. He picked out what he liked the most, and then he would sort out the best pieces from that pile. “Plus, I’ve saved the best for last!”

“Shut up! We are going to your store?!” She suddenly felt like she had enough energy to keep shopping. Y/N was excited to see Alessandro’s work after so much speculation from everyone. “Can we go already?”.

“But don’t you like this?” He asked showing her a very elegant two-piece skirt suit.

“I love it. It’s gorgeous, but I think we have enough!” Alessandro frowned as put it back on the rack. He wasn’t used to being said no. He usually got away with lots of things. “Grazie” he said as he picked up the shopping bags and guided her out. “I think I have the perfect dress for you tonight”.

“I can’t wait!”

It was three in the afternoon when they returned to the apartment. Y/N was starving and was in serious need of some love and cuddles from her boyfriend.

“I’ll order some pizza!” Alessandro yelled at her as she walked past him towards the bedroom she shared with Harry. “I’ll let you know when it gets here!”

“Alright!” She yelled back just as she opened the door.

He sat on a small desk that had been set up in the room for him to get some work done. Although he wasn’t working, he was holding a book. A book that looked thick enough to kill someone with it. He never failed to amaze her.

“Hey pup” Harry looked up from his book and smiled at the woman that made him doubt everything. “How was shopping?” He asked as she placed some bags beside the door. “You look tired” he pointed knowing well enough how intense Alessandro’s shopping trips were.

She slipped off her short heels and took off her blazer and threw them on the bed. Y/N had wanted to look presentable and feel good about herself. Therefore, she had worn a silk, black dress with a slit in the front, paired with heels and a black blazer for warmth. She looked stunning.

She walked up to Harry and took his book off his hands, placing it on the desk. Then she rose her dress a bit before straddling Harry on his chair. Harry laughed and placed his hands on her hips.

“I don’t think this chair is strong enough to hold us both” He pushed her hair off her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. “It’s old enough to be the chair of Julius Cesar” he joked.

“Well, it would be the first time we break a piece of furniture” She wrapped her arms around his neck for leverage. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, getting a whiff of his cologne mixed with his scent. “What are you reading?” Y/N asked feeling his hands caressing her back.

“It’s called Sapiens a brief history of humankind” Y/N wasn’t surprised by the title. It sounded history inclined, and she knew that Harry quite liked to soak his knowledge with a bit of history and art. Something that she felt she lacked in knowledge. Hence, why she liked hearing him speak about it. “Did you get an outfit for tonight?”.

“Did I get an outfit? I got clothes to last me a lifetime” She giggled as she cuddled closer to him and kissed his jaw. Harry chuckled, remembering the conversation they had before she left the apartment. Harry had given her a copy of his credit card, and she had profusely declined. He had tried to convince her for an hour. Harry wanted to spoil her. He wanted her to have the world.

“I can’t wait to see” He added after laughing. Harry knew she wasn’t accustomed to being spoiled, but she would have to. She had no idea what was coming. Harry was going to spoil her rotten.

The pizza arrived half an hour later. Alessandro had set up two spots for them outside. The sun was starting to hide on the horizon, and it seemed like the perfect setting for Y/N to have her first authentic Italian pizza.

“Could you please make me some coffee, Francesca?” Michael asked her as he walked through the kitchen to the terrace.

“It smells so good” Y/N exclaimed as Alessandro tried to open the box. He had also ordered some Caprese salad.

“Right? It’s been so long since I’ve had real pizza” His mouth watered just thinking about it. “White or red?”

“Red” He nodded and ran back into the house.

“Ready for tonight?” Michael asked as he showed up with his coffee and settled on one of the seats. “Harry is overly excited to take you. It’s very weird to see him so fascinated with someone” He shared.

“I can’t wait” she blushed at his comment about Harry. “Honestly, it’s such a dream to be here”.

“I'm sure it’s even more perfect to be here with a couple.”

“Who is she?? Spill” Y/N said, just as Alessandro showed up with two cups and a bottle.

“Her name was Violet” Michael started sharing, “I met her during a dinner party. She is the daughter of one of my business partners. She isn’t like the others”.

“So, what happened?”

“Here Darlin” Alessandro handed her a plate, served her some salad, and tore her a slice of pizza. “Let’s try not to stuff our faces since we are having dinner in like three hours and Harry would kill me if I spoiled your appetite.”

“It’s just complicated” Michael had never told anyone. He was scared. He didn’t want anyone to judge.

“Just tell us. It’s obviously affected you” She bit the pizza and moaned. The explosion of flavors was a combination that she had never tasted. It was just cheese and tomatoes on some dough, but it was quite delicious.

“I know” Alessandro interrupted before she could say anything.

“It’s too complicated. I just don’t want to be judged” Alessandro chuckled, shaking his head at his best friend.

“Don’t be a fucking idiot. We are your friends. We might tease you but never judge you. We’ve all been through shitty situations” The three of them always teased each other and roasted one another, but they never judged.

“She is engaged to some other guy.”

“Violet?” Y/N asked again as she tried not to choke on her pizza slice.

“She said she would leave him, but I needed to commit. The thing is that I am trying to close a deal with the guy. He is funding 80% of the next project."

“Oh shit! We might just need more wine and less coffee” Alessandro couldn’t believe his words. Michael was always the funny kid in the group. Therefore, this was news to him. He never expected him to do something like this. Not because it was wrong, but because Michael was always trying to do the right thing. He was too morally correct. Meanwhile, Alessandro was completely the opposite. He had dated married women, engaged women, and even girlfriends of his friends. “Should we call Harry and William?”.

“No. Please. I require more time” William and Harry were the fathers of the group and Y/N couldn’t judge him. She would too be scared to tell them both.

“Alright. Your secret is safe with us, but you must tell them” Alessandro insisted as he reached out for his third slice.

“But that means she still has feelings for you” Y/N pointed out, “Why are you so scared of commitment? Nothing is going to happen if you settle down, and I don’t mean you should marry the girl, but if you really like her then you must pursue her”

“I agree”

“I don’t know’ Michael breathed, “I should start getting ready. Thank you for listening to me” Michael frowned and walked back to his bedroom. Alessandro and Y/N felt shitty. They wanted to fix everything for him because Michael deserved to be loved like no one else.

“How was the pizza?” Harry asked as Y/N walked into the bathroom and found him with a towel wrapped around his torso as he shaved.

“Delicious” She started taking her clothes off, so she could take a shower. It had been a long day and the evening was just started.

“Are you alright?” He asked and turned to look at her.

“I am fine” Her head was still going in circles with Michael’s situation. She just wanted to help him. She wanted to tell Harry because he was smart. He could think of a way to help Michael and reconnect with Violet. “What are you wearing tonight?” She asked as she got into the shower and stood under the water.

“A suit” he smiled as he ogled at her naked body. She could see him watching her, but she wasn’t going to say something. Although, his gaze made her extremely nervous. Sufficiently nervous that she dropped the container of exfoliator on the floor. Harry raised his eyebrows as a cheeky smile appeared.

“Stop it!” She giggled, turning her back towards the wall, so he couldn’t see her backside while she bent down.

“Keep hiding from me” He laughed, “A front view is always nice” he winked.

“Harry Edward Styles! Get dressed!” She yelled at him and then listen to his soft laugh vanish into the closet.

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hi!! could you write a platonic steve harrington x gender neutral reader where the reader is still in highschool and close friends with steve, and they’re really worried about a big presentation they have coming up so they go to him for help/comfort? i hope you’re doing well!

this was lowkey self indulgent bc i really could’ve used something like this

Presentations have always been, and always will be, the bane of your existence.

You stared at your cue cards, confused if you forgot english while writing them or if you’d forgotten english right now.

The walk to school wasn’t long, but you still spent every second staring at those cards, trying to memorise the messy handwriting just in case.

A car slows behind you, before coming to a stop. It doesn’t take much to recognise the car, it’s Steve.

You’d been friends for a while, somehow managing to see eachother nearly every day despite him graduating the year prior. All your friends like to tease you, calling him your “boyfriend”, but it wasn’t like that. The two of you were truely just friends, or as Robin said it, “Platonic with a capital ‘P’”

He rolls down his window, “Hey, you need a ride?” You honestly didn’t, the walk would only take about ten minutes. But you wanted to see your friend, so you hopped in.

“Now,” He starts, “I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re stressed, and you, my friend are, stress city. You wanna fill me in on what’s going on?”

You shake your head, “It’s just a stupid presentation.” You say, fumbling with your cue cards.

He smiles, “Oh, I know what presentation you’re talking about. Dude, I did that last year- and even I got near top marks. You’re gonna be fine.”

You sigh, “No, it’s not just that. It’s also the people, everybody’s staring, and judging.” You cradle your knees in your arms, the stress building back up.

Steve puts his free hand on your knee, giving it a friendly rub before moving it back to the steering wheel. “Do you want me to be honest?” He turns to you, waiting for an answer.

You nod.

“Okay, well, half the kids in there are so stressed about their own presentation, they’re not hearing to a word you’re saying. The other half are bored and just want class to end.” He said, turning into your school parking lot.

“Does that make anything better?” He asks, giving tou a cheeky grin.

You nod, sending him a soft smile, “Yeah, I’ll let you know how it goes?”

“I already know you’re gonna kill it,” He says, making you laugh and slap him in the arm, “But yeah, let me know.” You get out of the car, ready to face the presentation.

Two weeks later, you’re running into the Film store, the results of your presentation held firmly in your hand.

Robins sitting at the counter to greet you, “Hey, Steve’s out back, something about his hair deflating- he needs to put some more helium in the balloons holding the strands up.”

You laugh, heading to the break room. “Steve!”You call to him, he turns around, a smile breaking out from his face.

He runs up to you, lifting you up and spinning you around. “Did you get it?” He asks, putting you down.

“Yep,” You say, showing him the grade, “Full marks.” You send him a triamphant smile.

“Ugh! I knew it!” He says, pulling you into a hug, “I told you, I said you’d kill it!”

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Enticing 12 (HS)

Author's note: Hi? I am sort of back?! IT'S BEEN HARD! I mean keeping a balance between medical school and writing and the other aspects of my personal life. This chapter is relatively short compared to the others. I wanted to keep it short. Since mostly of it was already written. I also wanted to post something for you. I hope you enjoy. I'll begin writing right away! Let me know what you think! Stay safe and heathy.

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He felt sick to his stomach. He dreaded having her in his presence. He wasn’t scared of her, either. Harry just genuinely didn’t like her one bit. It also pissed him off that his day had been ruined by seeing her. Harry tried his best to revisit the nice, fresh memories that he had of this afternoon with Y/N. Like when her clumsy self had poured wine all over her white shirt and Harry offered his blazer, so she was able to cover the spot.

“Quite a place you got here” She spoke, her eyes scanning the picture frames that Harry had on his desk. He mentally kicked himself for not removing them before she arrived. “Is this her? Your new toy”.

It was a picture of Y/N from their very first night out. Her back was away from the camera, only exhibiting her bare back.

“S’definitely none of your business” he responded coldly, choosing to ignore the ‘toy’ part of her comment in hopes of keeping things calm, so he could go home. “Wha’ is it that you want, Ashley?”

She shrugged and continued her exploration of the room.

“Come on. I am sure you got things and place to be and so do I” Y/N and Oliver were waiting for him to come home. His girlfriend had expressed her desire to cuddle with him to watch a movie after he got home from work. Something he was looking forward to. “Therefore, let’s get this over with”.

“Is it because Y/N is waiting for you home, Harry?” She cocked her head from where she stood. “Quite lovely face and body she has. I see why you find her attractive”. Harry inhaled a sharp breath, surprised that she knew her name and that she could recognize her.

“Don’t make this more difficult. How much do you want? Is that what you want? Ran out of it? Don’t have enough to keep buying drugs and alcohol?” He hated that she had brought Y/N to the conversation. It pissed him off. She had nothing to do with it. “Let me write you a check”.

“Don’t you fucking patronize me!” She yelled, banging her hands on his wooden desk.

Harry barely even flinched. He had struck a nerve, and he enjoyed the satisfaction that spread through him.

“I am wrong, then? You are here fo’ what? Jus’ to say hello?” He laughed bitterly. “I want to know why the fuck did you break into my house!”

“Broke into your house? I would never, Hazz” The nickname made him cringe. It brought him memories of the night that they had conceived Oliver. “Not when little Oliver is there anyway”

“Don’t talk about him. Don’t even say his name” He snapped, “What the fuck do you want?”

“I find it very interesting that your ex-girlfriend was the one to reach out to me to let me know who was raising my son” Ashley revealed as she sat down. “And how you were head over heels and allowed her to do anything regarding him”.

“I think you are a bit confused, darling” Harry leaned back on his chair and crossed his legs. “Oliver isn’t your son. He stopped being yours when you signed away all your rights for some money. Don’t you remember? You wanted an abortion?”

Ashley remained quiet, not knowing what to say or do.

“Now we got that out of that way. Tell me what is that you want?”

“Leave Y/N. Break up with her” It was Harry’s turn to laugh heavily.

“You are ridiculous. I don’t even know why I ever agreed to meet up with you” Harry pushed himself away from the desk, ready to go home to his girlfriend and son.

“This isn’t a game, Styles. Break up with her before things get worst. Yo—”

“Are you threatening me? I would choose wisely your next words, Ashley. I don’t do well with threats” He cut her off, edging closer to her. “I suggest you crawl back in the hole you came back from before I make sure you end up behind bars”.

Ashley chuckled, rising to her feet, realizing that this conversation wasn’t going to take them anywhere. She needed to make sure that Harry and Y/N broke up for Valeria to pay her. Ashley was willing to go great lengths to get that money promised.

Y/N had gone to be a bit earlier than usual after cuddling Oliver to sleep in the downstairs living room. She had tried her best to wait up for Harry, but her exhaustion had gotten the best of her. She went upstairs after making sure that the lights of the foyer were on for Harry, so he wouldn’t bump into anything.

Y/N laid on her side with her hands up to her face when she felt the mattress dip and the blankets lifted. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know who it was. Harry tangled their legs and slipped his arm around her, gently tucking her warm body into his chest.

“Hi” her voice heavy with sleep as she reached down to his hand under the sheets.

“Shhh” he shushed her, feeling guilty to have woken her up. “Go back to sleep. I’ve got you” He kissed the back of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

It was late. It was 3AM. Harry had stayed in the office after he had kicked Ashley out of the office. He submerged himself in work and whiskey. As the events and the conversations that had taken place kept hunting his head.

Harry hadn't forgotten Ashley’s threat. He couldn’t understand the extent of Valeria’s fascination with him. She had dug deep enough into his past that she had found Oliver’s biological mother. Just so he could separate him from Y/N.

“Harry?” Y/N’s soft voice, brought him back into reality.

“Yes, lovie?” His voice cracked as he felt stressed for the safety of the people around him. He had never feared as much before. He heard her shuffle and turn to face him. Then felt her forehead against his.

“What’s bothering you?” She whispered as she pressed a hand against his cheek. “Tell me. Maybe I can help you” Harry’s heart warmed as he enjoyed the gentleness of her touch.

“Nothing. Just a bit stressed about work” Y/N remained silent yet continued caressing the back of his head. “What do you think about moving?”.

“Why would we do that?” His heart warmed, loving how she used ‘we’ instead of saying something silly like ‘it’s your house’ or ‘it’s your money’. For Harry meant that she saw a future for them.

“I just don’t feel safe anymore” He had to get them as safe as possible. The house security had been breach — God knows how many times. He wasn’t going to take any more chances. “I’m also starting to hate the decoration”. Harry added, not wanting to worry her.

“I guess the change in scenery would be nice. But don’t you think you are taking on too much?” The Italy trip was just a few days ago and Harry seemed swamp with work.

“That’s why I got people to do the work for me” He was finally starting to loosen up. The idea of them moving to a new place where Ashley or Valeria couldn’t find them — relaxed him. “You wouldn’t have to move a finger”.

“Very cocky” She laughed, “I can help. At least let me pack my stuff and Oliver’s”

“Absolutely not”

“Why? I can carry my own weight, and I am strong”. She felt useless at times, but Y/N knew that it was her own insecurities speaking for her. That same thought made her want to accept the job offer.

“It's not because I think you are weak, darlin.” In fact, he thought the complete opposite. Harry thought very highly of her, not just because of her academics, but for every single little thing that composed her personality.

“Then? Enlighten me”.

“You are just… clumsy” She gasped yet giggled at his accusations.

“That’s not true!”

“It is! I’ve seen you bang your toe almost every single day since you moved in, against the glass coffee table” Harry found it cute how she would wince and hold her breath. Y/N would always deny feeling any kind of pain when he would ask. She would put her brave face and tried her best not wince. “You can’t fool me”.

“That’s irrelevant. That doesn’t make me clumsy”.

“It’s not just that”

“Why is this suddenly a problem?!” Harry laughed, “What else have I done?”

“The amount of bruises that I find on yourself daily, doesn’t give you the slightest clue?” They both giggled and laughed. “You don’t even remember how you even got them!”

“Okay that’s it!” Y/N’s cold hands creeped up under the back of his shirt, causing Harry to instantly hiss at the sensation. “You were saying?”

“Rude” He groaned, his hands squeezing her sides. “Don’t ever change” Harry whispered to her in the darkness. “I like your clumsiness” She listened him say as they both drifted to sleep.

Frank Sinatra played though the apartment whilst Y/N swayed Oliver through the rhythm of the music. It was an early Thursday afternoon at the household. Mrs. Johnson was in the kitchen, preparing a delicious dinner by the scent that lingered in the air.

They had invited Y/N’s best friend over for dinner.

Harry still hadn’t arrived from the office.

“Would you like some wine?” Mrs. Johnson offered, as the song came to an end and another began. Patrick had arrived ten songs ago. She tried her best not to worry. It was New York City known for its hectic traffic. Although, Harry Styles wasn’t the type of man to be late.

“Please!” Patrick knew that she was nervous. Every single sound caused her to redirect her attention to the elevator doors. He loved Y/N. Patrick had no intention of making her feel embarrassed. He just hoped that Harry arrived.

“Red or white?”

“Red” Mrs. Johnson smiled before going to fetch two glasses. “She is lovely” Patrick added as Y/N finally settled down on one of the couches.

“I know. She is also sweet” Y/N tried to smile but failed.

“Oh honey! Perhaps, he forgot?” Patrick could understand that. He was a remarkably busy man.

“Harry has assistants, Patrick. They remind him of everything” She looked down at Oliver and could see him starting to doze off.

“Well! They forgot to write it down and remind him. It doesn’t matter, honey. I am simply happy to see you!” Sure — he had been excited to meet the man that had swooped the heart of his best friend, but having dinner only with her wasn’t the worth either. He barely got to see her, and let’s not forget about the beauty of the apartment and the promise of exquisite food.

“I love you” Y/N said, pressing her lips against Oliver’s head. “I’ll put him down and then you can tell me all about your latest conquests”

“You got it” Patrick chuckled.

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Chapter 13

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