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metallicamunson · 6 months

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Boyfriend(James Potter x FemReader)

Hi everyone, I finally finished this fic after months of starting it. It’s not my best work but it’s not too shabby considering I haven’t written in a while. Hope you guys enjoy this song inspired fic 🥲🤍

Word Count: 3,099

Warnings: Angst to Fluff, some cursing.

Summary: One where you and James find your way back to each other

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If there is one thing you and James are good at, it’s getting under one another’s skin.

It didn’t matter that your relationship ended in your seventh year at Hogwarts. Having the same friend group means seeing each other constantly. Not to mention, the breakup was a mutual decision, deeming that it would be best to be friends while you both figured out what came after school.

Looking back, you can’t help but feel it was a stupid decision. A brash agreement made by two teenagers in love, scared to take the next step in their relationship.

You very much still love James Potter.

And James Potter is still very much in love with you.

Although- neither of you knows it.

Meanwhile, your friends watch from the sidelines, waiting for either of you to make the first move to rekindle your romance.

DATE ONE (James)

It all started when the marauders invited the whole group for brunch. They all sat around the table on the balcony of their home, enjoying fluffy waffles with various fruits spread over the table. You couldn’t help but sneak glances toward James; he looked good. The white T-shirt he wore- accentuated his muscular arms, and his waist in those trousers was a look to die for.

You bit your lip in embarrassment when you caught Remus’ gaze; his eyebrows raised and a knowing smirk on his lips. You shook your head, taking a long sip of your champagne.

“Word on the street is that Prongs got himself a date tonight,” Sirius says, nudging James in the ribs with an elbow.

Now that- caught the attention of everyone, especially yours. Your eyes met with James’ who looked like a deer caught in headlights. He let out an awkward cough, twisting the ring on his middle finger.

“Uh- yeah, it’s a girl I met the other day at a coffee shop.”

It suddenly felt like your intestines were twisting into knots as jealousy consumed your now racing heart.

“That’s great, James,” Marlene smiles; she can’t help but look over at you. “What's her name?”

“Hannah, but it’s nothing serious,” he quickly adds, “it might not even go anywhere.”

“Well, you better bloody make sure she has a good time- she’s fine as f-, ow what the hell!” Sirius glares at Lilly, who just kicked him under the table.

“Okay- enough talk about James’ lov-”

“I’m happy for you; I hope you have a splendid time with what’s her face,” you chirp, lips settling into a tight smile. “Maybe this time around, you’ll get the first date right.”

Now that stung, you always assured James that you loved your first date despite the minor- okay, major hic-ups along the way. Truth be told you- love it; you found him adorable when he attempted to fix everything. He thought you’d never want to see him again, but imagine his surprise when you kissed him at the end of your date.

“Her name is Hanna- Lilly; stop doing that!” Sirius exclaims, kicking her back.

“I know you did not just kick me, Sirius Black!” Lilly says, throwing a grape in his direction.

“Will you two stop acting like children,” Remus sighs, “now let's all take a deep breath-”

“You know what, I will have a great time with Hannah! I might take her to that little Italian restaurant with the good breadsticks!” James says, shooting a terse smile your way.

That’s yours and James’ place. The place you both first said, ‘I love you.’

“Sounds like a lovely idea.” You scoot your chair back, throwing your napkin on your plate. “You know what, I forgot I have an errand to run. Thank you for brunch, boys. Bye, everyone.”

You take your bag from the handle of your chair, exiting through the sliding door.

James groans, leaning his forehead against his fist with his eyes closed.

Later that night

“You know what, I’m happy for him. I’m sure he and Helen will make a great couple,” you murmur, pacing back and forth.

“Hannah.” Marlene corrects before shrinking back when you raise your eyebrow at her.

“(Y/n) Why won’t you admit it; you still love him!” Lilly sighs, sitting up from her spot on your bed.

“Me? Lilly, please, we both agreed our breakup was for the best. I’m fine with it.”

“Your eye twitched when you said that.” Marlene laughed.

“It did not,” you lift your hand to your eye. You lay down between the two girls, staring at the ceiling of your room. “Okay, maybe it hurt a little when he said he was taking her to our spot.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sure he wouldn’t do that to you,” Marlene says with a sympathetic smile.

“I don’t even know why I care; we broke up almost a year ago. One of us dating was bound to happen.”

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It turns out Hannah was someone who liked to move fast. James couldn’t have made a faster excuse to leave when she mentioned what names he’d want for their baby.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel ecstatic when Remus told you.

DATE ONE (Y/n)

“I’m sorry, I could have sworn I heard you say (Y/n) has a date with Caleb.” James laughs, walking into the kitchen where Remus and Sirius sit around the island. “You know the number of times he put the moves on her when we were dating; he should give it up.”

“Erm Prongs, I did say exactly that,” Remus chuckles nervously.

James stood still, the fridge wide open; his mind went completely blank for a few seconds. His grip on the handle tightened, grabbing the milk before slamming the fridge door shut.

“Are you okay, mate? I know this is the first date she’s been on since you two broke up.” Sirius slides a bowl across the island towards James.

“I’m fine. (Y/n) doesn’t owe me anything.” He shakes the cereal aggressively into his bowl. “I’m happy for her.”

Remus and Sirius share a look; they know for a fact that he is not okay.

A few days later

You knocked on the door of the marauders, your other hand holding a basket of pastries you made for them. A few seconds later, the door opens.

“Oh, hey.” James smiles, moving to the side to let you in.

You nod your head as a greeting, handing him the basket. “I thought I’d drop these off- Remus has been nagging me to make him my ‘famous brownies.’ I um- also made a few scones in there, or whatever,” you mumble.

You made scones, his favorite. He can’t help but grin; why does his heart feel like it is about to beat out of his chest?

“I smell brownies!” Remus runs down the spiral stairs, snatching the basket from James and rummaging through it. “Why are two just standing there- we have a couch, you know?”

James rolls his eyes, gesturing for you to move into the living room. “How did you smell brownies- your room is at the end of the hall upstairs.”

“You seem to forget about my werewolf capabilities.” Remus points out, moaning when he takes a bite of the brownie. “How’d your date go?”

James visibly tenses, staring at the side of your face. You shift in your seat, picking at your nails. “It went well. He treated me well, paid for dinner, and made me laugh.”

Remus nods in approval, though he can’t help but feel he jumped the bullet, bringing it up with James in the room.

James felt himself spiraling. What he said next wasn’t his finest moment.

“It seems kind of desperate going out with a guy who follows you around like a puppy.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, James,” your head snaps in his direction, a frown now evident on your face.

“I don’t know; I just think he’s a loser- anyone who goes out with him must not have very high standards.”

Your eyes brim with tears, so this is what he thought of you. “You know what, fuck you, James Potter,” you scoff, “I’ll have you know he is not a loser- he's a gentleman!”

“He’s creepy (Y/n); the man borderline stalks you!” James laughs in disbelief.

“You know what, I don’t have to listen to this!” You exclaim, flinging a pillow in his direction. You turn to Remus, “I’ll call you later tonight- I can’t be around,” you gesture with your hands towards James, “him.”

You stomp your way out of their house, slamming the door shut.

“That was a dick move,” Remus says, taking another brownie from the basket.

“I’m looking after her!” James sighs, hugging the pillow to his chest.

“Are you sure it’s not because you’re in love with her and got jealous,” he looks over at James.

“What! No! Pshh, our breakup was mutual, remember?”

“Uh-hm, sure, keeping living in denial, prongs.” Remus takes the basket from the coffee table, heading towards the stairs.

“She brought those for all of us, you know!” James shouts from his spot on the couch. He rolls his eyes with a small smile when he hears Remus running up the stairs.

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James was right. But you’d run around naked in negative-degree weather before admitting that- out loud.

DATE TWO (James)

You found out about his second date through Marlene this time around. It was some girl he ran into at the gym. According to Marlene, she was the one to ask him out, which intrigued James.

You were okay with it. Totally completely fine.

“Do you know where they’re going?” You say, trying to sound nonchalant, flipping through the channels of Marlene’s TV.

“Sirius said they were going bowling.”

“Cool.”

You throw the remote beside you, your mind not focusing on anything but James. Ever since you went on your date with Caleb, the bickering between the both of you only intensified. The two of you could not be in the same room with each other without one or the other making a snide remark.

“Are you okay?”

“Mmhm, he’s a single man; he can do what he wants,” you murmur, tugging the blanket under your chin.

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“So how’s it going between gym girl and James?” you murmur, sectioning Sirius’ hair in half to start braiding two braids.

“I don’t know, he hasn’t talked about it much,” he shrugs.

You frown; this could mean one of two things. They either hit it off and are keeping their relationship a secret. Or it went so bad that James refuses to speak about it.

“Ow! I would still like to have my hair intact after this love.”

“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind,” you chuckle nervously, scratching his scalp softly.

“He talks about you a lot, you know.”

Sirius glances up at you, a knowing look in his eyes.

“I- we can’t stand each other. We can’t even have a normal conversation before an argument starts.”

“(Y/n), I love you, so when I say this, it’s with all the love in the world- you and James need to get your heads out of your arses and talk about it.”

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You stand before the boys’ apartment; you raise your knuckles towards the door before pulling back. You’ve been standing here for five minutes- trying to find the courage to speak to your ex-lover. Do you still love him? Of course- you do. Why else would it hurt so much when he goes on these dates? What if he tells you he doesn’t want the same?

You shake your head, taking a deep breath before knocking on the wooden door. You rock on your heels, biting your lip nervously.

The door opens, revealing a woman who is the definition of a Vogue magazine model. She has straight blond hair, she definitely seems like she works out, and the band tee she wears- wait a minute.

Your breath hitches once you recognize it; you’ve worn that shirt one too many times after spending the night with James. You can feel the lump in your throat start to form.

“Hey, are you okay?” The blond asks, worry laced in her tone.

“Oh! Sorry, I got the wrong apartment,” you smile tightly, turning to walk away.

Yeah, James Potter definitely moved on, you thought.

DATE TWO (Y/N)

“He’s a good guy! Come on (Y/n), let me set this up!”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for another date- Lils, the last one was a total disaster,” you murmur.

“To be fair, we did warn you that Caleb wasn’t a good idea- plus it’s been five months,” Lilly hums, poking your cheek.

You bat her hand away, sending a playful glare her way, “Fine.”

“You won’t regret it! I promise Mason is worth it!” Lilly squeals, clapping her hands together.”

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Lilly was right- he’s perfect.

Mason Moriarty has a great job at the ministry that pays him a hefty number of galleons. His smile is one that would make all the girls swoon. He’s the kind of guy who holds the door and respects women.

He made you laugh and paid attention to what you were saying. Mason Moriarty was respectful and made you feel comfortable.

One date turned into two, and two turned into three.

He was perfect- so what was that nagging feeling in your heart?

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Word spreads fast in the friend group. So it came as no surprise that James got word about you and Mason.

“Who even is that guy- he seems like a tosser,” James grunts, bringing his beer can to his lips. “I mean, she can do so much better!”

Sirius rolls his eyes, putting his book down. He couldn’t get any reading done with James’ constant outbursts.

“He’s a cool dude, he treats our (Y/n/n) well.” Sirius reaches over the coffee table to get himself a can. “At least pretend to be happy for her.”

“I can be happy for her! I just think he isn’t the one for her! The guy’s last name is Moriarty, (Y/n) Moriarty, sounds stupid!” James groans, throwing his head back on the couch.

“Enlighten me then, James- who should she be with then,” Sirius quirks an eyebrow.

“I don’t-” James sighs in frustration, “(Y/n) deserves someone who will love her unconditionally, someone who will cut the crust of her sandwich because she hates the texture. She needs someone who will hold her hand when she sees a pigeon because; for some odd reason, she finds them terrifying. It needs to be someone who will run to the nearest pharmacy to grab medicine when she’s sick because god knows she won’t go to the doctor’s office.” James rants, pulling at his hair.

“And Mason can’t do that?” Sirius pushes, a smirk forming on his lips, one he tries to hide with his hands.

That was the final straw.

“No Padfoot! Moriarty can never love her the way that I do!” James blurts out, throwing his empty can on the floor.

James’ eyes widen in realization, mouth opening, and closing with no words.

“Bingo! What are you going to do about it, Potter?”

“Nothing, there’s no way she still feels the same.”

“Wrong,” Remus waltzed into the room, sitting next to James, “You two are so in love with each other it’s sickening.”

James shakes his head in confusion, his heart racing at the possibility.

“I mean, for fucks sake, Prongs, are you blind?”

“I’m an idiot,” James groans, running his hands down his face. “Fuck, what if I’m too late.”

“I heard from a little birdy, that she cut it off with Mason.” Remus hums, a smile tugging on his lips.

James practically jumps up from his spot, an unsure look on his face.

“Go get your girl James.”

The Reconciliation

You squint your eyes, slipping on your slippers, the constant knocking on your door waking you from your slumber. You pause at the threshold of your bedroom, taking a vase from your desk. Warily, you look into the peephole of your door, sighing in relief when you see James. You open the door, a million thoughts running through your head.

“James, what- it’s two in the morning; what are you doing here?”

“I’m still in love with you,” James rushes out before he chickens out.

Your eyes widen, lips parting, “What-”

“I know this is coming out of nowhere, but I need you to know how I feel. I know it’s selfish, and Mason is in the picture- or not, I don’t know, Remus said he wasn’t. Anyway- I don’t think you ever left my mind (Y/n) from the day we broke up. I felt this void within me. The dates I went on felt wrong- it felt like somehow I was betraying you,” He chuckles breathly. “And when I found out you were starting to date, I was jealous- god that sounds immature. The point is, I thought our breakup was for the best- but (Y/n) I think I was just scared that I was falling more in love with you. I still love you, and I don’t know if I’m making a fool- out of myself- but I know I had to try and fight for you.”

“James-” you whisper, your lower lip trembling, tears welling in your eyes, “I love you.” You wrap your arms around his neck, careful with the vase in your hand. “I missed you so much, I know we were never really apart, yet you felt so far away.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” James laughs, his arms find home around your waist.

“We’re fools,” You giggle, “We should have never broken up, I was only kidding myself by thinking I would ever get over you, Jamie.”

“Yeah well, I’m never letting you go now you're stuck with me, sweetheart.” He grins.

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, Potter,” You hum, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw.

“Not to ruin the moment- but why are you holding a vase?”

You smile sheepishly, “I thought you were some kind of thief.”

“I am- a thief who stole your heart,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“You are so cheesy,” you laugh, tugging him into your apartment and closing the door behind you. You place the vase on a nearby table before turning to face James again.

“You love it.”

“Yeah, I do- now come over here and kiss me.” You grin, rocking on your heels.

He beams, placing his hands on each side of your face, pressing his lips against yours.

Mission Accomplished

Fin

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#james potter x reader #james potter fluff #james potter #james potter angst #mauraders #harry potter #James #james potter x y/n #james potter x fem!reader #mauraders era

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sabertoothwalrus · 2 years

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How did you get so good at drawing such expressive bodies/faces??? tell me your secrets!! (But srsly your skills are amazing)

AAAA THANK YOU!!

I think my initial inspiration was about 10-11 years ago watching Adventure Time and finding Rebecca Sugar’s boards. Sometimes I get a little frustrated because she gets so much more notoriety than the other very very amazing AT boarders, but….. her expressions man…. she was always able to convey so much with SO LITTLE. (SU’s expressions are on another level of course, but I think AT’s are just so impressive to me because they’re dot eyes)

But the thing is!! I’m also a fan of deadpan. Which AT also does very well. It’s tempting to want to do BIG, extreme expressions at every moment, especially in comedic comics, but you really don’t need to. I find that characters often feel more expressive if you reel it in more often. That way, when you DO have bigger expressions, they FEEL bigger!

for example, a panel where the contrast between big and subtle expressions sells the contrast:

I don’t really,,,, know exactly what I do that works, ?? I kind of just like, think of the emotion I wanna convey, make the expression, think about what my face feels feels like, and try to convey that. Using a mirror helps!! You’ll feel a little stupid but it’s funny.

some misc expression tips:

Definitely prioritize eyebrows, eyes, and mouths!

Noses aren’t as important BUT flared nostril can totally sell an expression, so it depends!

Remember that your upper jaw is stationary, and your lower jaw can move, and then your lips and cheeks can move all around that!

Just subtly changing the placement of eyelids and location/size of irises can completely change an expression

Don’t be afraid to make your characters look weird or stupid.

Don’t reinvent the wheel! Take reference from different media you like that stylize expressions in different ways, and find what works for you. I take a lot of inspiration from AtLA

Again, NUANCE! Like, when most people are sad, they do their very best to try NOT to cry. People hold things in. Sometimes what characters don’t say can speak louder than what they do.

some expressions I’ve done that have varying levels of nuance:

Also framing!! You can use the composition to help project how the character feels:

As for body language!

Having a better sense of three-dimensional form and anatomy isn’t necessary, but it sure helps a lot

Hands!! I have adhd and my family is italian so I use my hands a lot when I talk. But even still, most people don’t just leave their hands hanging loosely by their sides. People cross their arms and fidget with their zippers and put their hands in pockets.

Head, neck, and shoulders. If you can master the foreshortening of these overlapping shapes at most angles, you will be very powerful

Hips & feet!!!!! People RARELY stand straight with both feet flat on the ground with even balance. Most people will shift their weight to one hip, leaving one leg looser and at an angle. It also helps to practice perspective, because people also rarely stand with their heels lined up side by side. One leg may get kicked foreward or loosely bent backwards. I sometimes cross my legs when I stand.

Ultimately, if you want more lifelike expressions and poses, study from life!! Don’t worry about your drawing being “good” or “bad”, instead think about what can make it successful. Ask yourself, “is this conveying the expression I want to convey?” and if it’s not, figure out what you need to change to get it there.

#gsgshdjf I hope this helps sometimes I don’t know what to say other than ‘idk I just do it’#my art #photos #art help

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rosepascal · 1 year

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Superficial Shit || Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: Eddie doesn't care about Valentines day but you do.

warnings: Eddies a bit clueless, miscommunication, angst to fluff.

a/n: low key this is based off a shitty ex except this ends much happier lmaoo. Anyways Happy Valentines Day!! I hope you have a great day and remember you deserve only the best!

Eddie, oh Eddie. You knew from the start that he didn't exactly believe in traditional things. He didn't fit in so why would he ever want to. But Valentines day was approaching fast and you had hoped that maybe he'd wanted to do something.

Nothing fancy, maybe a movie or dinner or even just a drive around Hawkins. You didn't want to admit it to him but this was your first Valentines where you actually had a Valentine and you wanted it to be special.

But when you walked into lunch your hopes were shattered. The cafeteria was decorated in pink and red and all of Hellfire seemed to be annoyed by it.

"Yet another stupid holiday that's only existence is to get innocent suckers into buying cheap flowers and chocolate." You hear Eddie say as he stands up, preaching to Hellfire.

Your face falls as you hear the rest of them laugh with him. Except Dustin who just rolled his eyes. He sent Suzie a bouquet of flowers and a new radio with your help. At least someone had an ounce of romance in them this time.

"Hey sweetheart," Eddie lights up when he sees you. Pulling out the chair next to him you sit down and he slings his arm around you. He presses a kiss to your temple and you smile even if you're feeling sad.

"Doesn't all the pink make you sick?" Eddie scrunches up his nose.

"Not really," You say simply, not wanting to show how disappointed you really were. Unfortunately he notices right away that somethings wrong.

"What's wrong?" You huff and stab your lunch with your fork. What's wrong? Really Eddie?

"Nothing."

"Don't tell me you're into all this superficial shit." You hear the rest of the table suck in a breath. You scoff and push his hand off your shoulder.

"Maybe I am." You stand up, your plastic chair scraping against the floor. Eddie falters as you shove your lunch into the trash and hurry out the cafeteria doors.

"You messed up man." Dustin says and Eddie glares at him.

"Thanks Henderson." He says flatly.

You don't care that you have one more class today you were too upset to go. Why would "conforming" be so bad for one day? Especially on the day where you're supposed to be expressing your love to someone else.

"Sweetheart!" You hear Eddie call your name but you keep walking.

"Hey! Please don't walk away from me!" With a frustrated sigh you turn and face him. He almost trips as he tries to stop.

"Baby, I'm sorry I-I didn't know you were interested in all that."

"Is it that bad Eddie? Maybe I want to be some innocent sucker for one day. Maybe I wanted flowers and chocolate and to go on a cheesy date with my boyfriend!" Eddie's face falls as he can see just how upset he made you.

"It's my first Valentines with someone and it's, I don't know." The outburst felt good but now all you wanted was to just go home and sleep.

"W-We can still do something, I uh, I can get us a reservation and we can go to that fancy Italian place." Eddie panics as he tries to salvage the whole situation. Guilt flooding his brain, you just look so, sad and it's his fault.

"It's fine Eddie." You play with the strap of your backpack, avoiding looking at him by staring at the ground.

"I'll see you on Monday." You turn and walk away, hoping that Eddie doesn't follow this time.

He didn't.

You woke up on Valentines day filled with dread. At least it wasn't a school day. You spent the day in your room doing homework and listening to the radio. Your parents had gone for the weekend for Valentines, so you're really all alone today. A knock on your window makes you jump.

"Eddie?" You ask, confused why he's at your window. Opening the window he tumbles in and jumps back up to his feet.

"What are you doing here?" He holds out a small red rose and a chocolate bar.

"I need to apologize. Also I'm sorry but this is all they had at the store. Turns out trying to buy shit last minute is not a good idea." You take the rose and the chocolate and sit on your bed.

"It's okay Eds."

"No it's not." He sighs and rubs his hands together nervously.

"I'm really, really sorry sweetheart. I've never understood Valentines day." He begins to pace across your floor.

" Why celebrate a holiday that makes people feel bad when they don't get anything or have to spend it alone you know? So I got used to not caring about it and then I met you and jesus I love you so much and I've never had a girlfriend before and I just." He takes a breath and kneels down to take your hands in his.

"I don't need a day to tell the world I'm in love with you." Your heart melts and you lean in and kiss him.

"I'm sorry I ruined Valentines day. I should have talked to you about it because you deserve more than a flower and a candy bar."

"I don't need a fancy dinner or an expensive gift. I just want you Eds." You gently caress his face and he leans into your hand.

"I love you." He gently pushes you back onto your bed and kisses you passionately. Moving his lips down to kiss along your jaw and neck.

"Valentines isn't over yet you know..So how about a movie and I make you my famous Munson popcorn." Eddie wiggles his eyebrows making you burst out laughing.

"Eddie, putting M&M's into your popcorn isn't special." You tease and he gasps dramatically.

"Ouch sweetheart," He takes your hand and leads you down the stairs. Stopping only to kiss you again and again and one more time for good measure.

"I love you." He says lovingly. "I love you too Eddie, now how about we watch Pretty in Pink again!" Eddie grimaces but caves easily.

"Anything for you sweetheart. Anything."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine

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eimids · 6 months

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Game day shenanigans

Lionesses x reader

Part 3 of the mini series about lionesses

(Let’s just imagine that Leah is playing again)

warnings: Vomiting, blood, angry Lucy

The game had went relatively well till the half time. It was aggressive and the Italians were really throwing some tackles in. It was all good though because you were on the lead. You’d already scored 3 goals while they had only one. It was you, Lessi and McCabe who had scored.

The Italians were especially rough on you. Sliding tackles every time they could. Lucy did not appreciate that at all. You were skilled and got good chances but they were ruined by the opponent. Most of the tackles were on the thin line of legal and illegal. Still usually they were ruled as legal. It pained you to be so much on the ground with the opponents getting away with it.

During half time Lucy suggested that you should be subbed off because they were clearly targeting you. Like you had an X in your back.

“I’m not going to be subbed just because they tackle me. I can handle it Lucia!” You said a little annoyed. Just like she had not trusted your skills.

“I think y/n can handle it for now. If they keep getting more reckless with the tackles, you will be subbed off” Sarina said as the last decision.

You took a sip from your water bottle as you tried to calm yourself. You went to Lauren James to get away from people (Lucy) who annoyed you.

You chatted for a while before your skipper Leah gave you a pep talk before going to the second half. You walked back to the pitch through the tunnel and warmed up a bit. When the whistle was blown you quickly got the ball to you. Running with it as you got closer to the penalty box. When you got inside of it, you were quickly tackled. Someone sliding straight towards your legs which had you tumbling to the ground. Your head got collided with someones boot.

First thing you saw was blood on the hand. The next was Lucy coming running towards you and the two opponents who caused this. She was yelling at them. Next came Leah with the big hand chestures. They had some pushing and pulling before the referee intervened. Giving a yellow card to the woman who tackled you.

“Fuck off” You heard Lucy yell.

Lucy still wasn’t happy about it and kept mouthing the referee and opponents which got her a yellow card. Leah kept talking to the referee, more calmly than the older woman.

You on the other hand had been surrounded by your teammates. They were motioning for a medic to get over to check you out. You felt dizzy and Georgia was hovering over you to shee if you were okay. You didn’t really know what happened, all you knew is that you were bleeding and in pain.

You could walk off the pitch by yourself which led to the crowd to applause for you. When you got to the medical room you could feel something turning in your stomach and quickly your that days food was on the bin next to you. You knew after vomiting that it was a concussion. The medical staff gave you some pain meds and sent a message to Sarina that you wouldn’t be able to continue.

The medical staff started to clean the cut on your forehead and then stitched it up.

“It’s going to leave you a little scar but nothing major. But you do have a pretty bad concussion which means that someone is going to have to look after you for couple of days. We’ll give the person some advice when you know who’s looking after you” The woman said to you after stitching you up and examining you.

After that you were allowed to leave the medical room to the changing room to get some more clothes off so you could watch the rest of the game.

To your surprise, Lucy was sitting in the changing room.

“What are you doing here?” You asked her confused.

“That stupid referee gave me a red card” She said sounding angry. You just started at her angrily.

“Lucia what did you do” You asked sternly.

“Well the woman who tackled you kept laughing about it so I just showed her hoe to tackle properly” She answered casually with a smirk on her face.

“Well I believe if you got carded it wasn’t exactly a legal tackle?”

“I was clean but the referee has something against us” She answered rolling her eyes.

“God your so stupid” you said while sitting next to her.

“I wasn’t going to let them hurting you just slide. I had to do something” She said defensively.

“Yeah but getting a red card isn’t the way. You are like Katie McCard” You joked.

Later on you would see the video of Lucy tackling the girl. It was not clean tackel, you knew it and she knew it. But for that you invited yourself to her house so she (and Kiera) would have to look after you.

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wileys-russo · 10 months

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time management II a.russo x reader

hello! this is my first ever post so pls be nice. It makes me sO nervous to dip my toe into writing on woso tumblr after only being a reader from afar but here we are 🫶🏻

time management II a.russo x reader

"baby? i'm back!" your girlfriend called out from the front door, the soft thud of her kit bag hitting the floor followed by a small grunt as she wrestled to take off her trainers. You couldn't help but chuckle as you heard yet another small thud followed by a yelp and some quiet cursing, it had all but become part of her routine now to fall over during the seemingly simple task.

"hi clumsy." you greeted her with a knowing smile, the blonde huffing to blow a loose strand of hair out of her face, cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment and face flushed and rosy from training as she entered your eye line. "stupid floor." the girl grumbled in annoyance, shrugging off her training jacket and hanging it over the back of a chair as she stepped into the living room.

The italian's large hands gently rested on either side of your face, tilting your head back ever so slightly as she bent down down to press a soft but sweet kiss to your forehead as she passed the back of the lounge you were currently sprawled on, work laptop perched precariously on your knees.

"i wonder if we get a discount now when we go to the emergency room since you're such a frequented visitor." you teased with a grin, the older girl shooting you an unimpressed glare before she disappeared into the kitchen where you heard the tap running as she no doubt chugged a glass of water, yet another step in the post training routine.

"how was it?" you called out, eyes drifting back to the screen in front of you, the half completed report card staring back at you almost tauntingly. Your chest tightened somewhat when you glanced at the last name, a quiet sigh falling from your lips confirming you still had at least nineteen left to write before they were due for submission on monday. As the seconds ticked by friday was ever closer to being over, only tightening your deadline.

Unlike your superstar striker girlfriend you were not gifted with sporting ability, however what you may have lacked in the athletic department you made up for in the academic field. You'd always had a subtle but present passion for sharing knowledge with others, which with a gentle push from your own teachers, inevitably lead you down the path of teaching. After a few grueling years of uni and various placements your hard work paid off and you had finally secured your first permanent primary teaching position.

With the term holidays looming the days seemed to tick by ever so slowly for both you and your year 5 class, which they all made sure to remind you on a daily basis, especially when they were having to participate in anything apart from lunch or recess. The constant battle to keep them focused on anything but what they planned to do when not in school had you wanting to tear your hair out.

You adored your class, and of course you loved teaching. But the final two weeks of term was forever the most stressful for you, and as much as you tried to bottle it up, you were almost certain you were partially responsible for your students wild behavior, it was as if they picked up on your internal erratic energy.

As much as you'd secretly love to give into their endless demands, throw on some mind numbing cotton fluff childrens films for them to consume and keep quiet for the next week, you knew they would in the long term benefit from the lessons. Plus whose to say with a little money taken out of your own pocket you couldn't make it a little more fun for them in this upcoming final week like you'd planned.

Though you had one end goal, which was two weeks off to spend as much time with your friends, family and of course your girlfriend as you could squeeze in amongst some much needed self care time for yourself. Though it meant added stress in the meantime with forward planning your first couple weeks lessons back of next term before this term would even finish as to allow you to actually spend the time away from work, away from work.

"good! got a new PB on the bench press, even beat mary." alessia beamed in response to your prior question as she joined you, her competitive nature not much of a secret to those who knew her well enough. Growing up the youngest of three and the only girl it wasn't hard to see why she was wired with such a drive to win, and looking at her career so far it was even easier to see the obvious benefits it had for her.

"bet she loved that." you chuckled, eyes still focused on your screen as your fingers flew across the keyboard, finishing your sentence before placing it onto the coffee table your feet had been happily perched on, making sure your girlfriend knew she had your full attention as she rambled on for awhile about training and the upcoming match tomorrow.

"ah! you're all sweaty, go shower first." the taller girl grunted a little in shock as your legs shot out to press into her chest, stopping her from collapsing on top of you as you knew she'd intended to. "what! come on just one hug." the blondes perfectly plucked eyebrows furrowed together as her bottom lip jutted out into a small pout. Though after almost three years together now you were well aware of her games and overtime it had become much easier not to give into them, at least most of the time.

"no less, you know I hate it just go shower." you shook your head with a small smile, pointing upstairs sternly as your own eyebrows quirked upwards at her obvious defiance. "you don't always hate when I'm sweaty." your girlfriend grinned cheekily at the suggestive comment as she grabbed your feet, your cheeks flushing with warmth which didn't go unnoticed by the italian, adoring the effect her words could have on you when she wanted them to.

"go shower! you smell." you kicked at her lightly with a smirk as she swatted your legs away with ease, rolling her eyes playfully at the jab and turning as if to head upstairs as you reached over for your laptop assuming the conversation was over.

A sincere mistake on your part as your girlfriend suddenly turned on her heel, launching herself back towards you and over the arm of the lounge, careful of how she landed as you felt her larger form envelop yours, arms encasing your torso and face plunged into your neck.

"alessia!" you squealed in surprise, desperately trying to shove her off of you to no avail as the much stronger girl held on with ease, going so far as to purposely rubbing her sweat dampened hair in your face. "get off! please!" you begged with a scream, laughter echoing around the room as the striker dug her fingers teasingly into your sides, legs slotted in-between your own, careful not to completely crush you beneath her.

"say you missed me and maybe I'll get off." alessia grinned, her lips inevitably finding your own, your stomach doing a back flip as they did, your arms coming to wrap around her neck, hand pressing on the back of her head only spurring her on to deepen the kiss further.

"no! I hate you, get off." you pushed her away with a peal of laughter as her tongue slipped inside your mouth, stopping things before the two of you got anymore carried away.

"now that's not very nice, no one likes a liar bella." the blonde beamed, bright blue orbs locked with yours, you made sure to tear your gaze away before you got lost in them, melting at the italian endearment as it fell from her lips.

"get off me or I'll call your mum and tell her about our little trip last week." you threatened, withdrawing your hands from around her neck to cross them over your chest, your girlfriends eyes narrowing at your words as she pushed herself up, resting on her forearms which sat either side of your head.

The threat was not taken lightly, her mum having all but promised the next time her daughter had any sort of stumble at home she'd move in and permanently encase her in bubble wrap, the girls clumsy nature making her a danger not only to herself but also to those around her.

Her most recent victim had of course been you, the slightly tipsy girl had been attempting to romantically carry you upstairs to bed after a big win, the two of you having celebrated with a bottle of wine and catching up on Love Island.

But the sweet moment hadn't last long and before you knew it she'd tripped over a discarded trainer and promptly dropped you down half a flight of stairs. Luckily all you suffered was a slight cut above your eyebrow from a knock against the banister, and a lovely week of mild bruising on your tailbone. But forever overprotective alessia had insisted you go right to the emergency room to get assessed for a concussion, and there was no convincing her otherwise.

After the cut had been cleaned and sealed with a band aid, you'd been deemed not concussed and alessia had copped a stern talking to from mary who she'd called for a ride, all was well again.

"you wouldn't." "lessi my love we both know I would."

"you know blackmail is a very unattractive quality." alessia tutted with a shake her head, the hint of a smile ghosting her lips betraying her attempt at a stern look as you smiled smugly, knowing you'd won.

"go shower, i have to keep doing these reports anyway." your face softened as you gently tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind the strikers ears, the older girl melting at the sincere touch as she stole a quick kiss and pushed herself off of you, standing to her feet and padding off upstairs.

You watched her go with a smile, shaking your head and readjusting your position, grabbing your laptop and mentally checking back into the work with a click of your mouse pad and a sigh.

You had powered through another three reports by the time your girlfriend returned, her skin care routine always taking up an elaborate amount of time, though your own routines often out lasted hers so you had no room to comment.

Your indecisiveness, non existent sense of urgency and endless 'final' touch ups when getting ready meant the two of you were known to be late for any event you were invited to, something that frustrated your incredibly punctual girlfriend to no end. But as you were always quick to cheekily remind her with a kiss, perfection took time.

The blonde joined you again on the couch, this time grabbing your mostly bare legs, save for a very short pair of football shorts, and lifting them to rest on her lap. Slotting her body in beside you, she fondly lent over to kiss your cheek before grabbing the remote from where it lay tucked into the side of the lounge.

Your eyes glanced up from your screen with a quiet chuckle as she clicked in to watch united's match from last week, the calculated re-watching a common habit for the striker the night before a game. You were much accustomed to all of her pre and post match routines, and knew her well enough to know exactly what she needed from you on all occasions, win or lose, good game or bad.

"Where'd you dig these out from then?" The girl mused quietly, fingers tugging up your hoodie and prodding accusingly at the baby blue unc kit shorts she'd sworn she'd lost during the move to your current shared flat.

"I've always known where they were." you answered cheekily as your lips quirked into a smile, eyes flickering over to hers before returning to your screen, now being alessia's turn to roll her eyes playfully at your vague response.

Throughout the entire course of your relationship right down to the first few months of dating, her clothes had always seemed to magically appear on your body or in your closet. The girl having to practically beg for them to be given back, you only begrudgingly returning them once they stopped smelling like the Italian beauty you were rapidly falling head over heels for.

(though not that she had to confess to you how much she enjoyed you wearing her clothes for you to catch on how much she did. The blonde was hardly subtle in her affections toward you on a regular day, let alone when she'd return from training or wake up after a sleep in to you pottering around in the kitchen wearing only her jersey, last name sprawled proudly across your shoulder blades)

It all started off harmless, the taller girl always having been incredibly affectionate and touchy toward you, which was no issue given both your love languages included touch. Her hands rested innocently on your knees, tracing small shapes into the soft skin, but then they started to move a little higher, wandering hands gently grabbing at your thighs.

"alessia." you warned quietly, quickly moving her hands away from where they sat dangerously close to the hem of your hoodie. The blonde only hummed, eyes trained in concentration to the game on the tv in front of her, hands laying dormant on your thighs, perfectly manicured and resuming their absent minded tracing.

"less." you warned again, this time with a tired sigh as her hands slid up your legs and her fingers dipped into the waistband of your shorts, nails scratching gently against your hips. "I think you should take a break amore mio." the striker smiled charmingly, hands immediately placed back to where you'd moved them from, the girl interlocking your fingers and bringing them to her lips, gently kissing the back of your palm.

"love we go through this every term, I have to get these reports done. Would you rather I not come to your game tomorrow? Because if we carry on with what you want right now, that's going to be the outcome." You again sighed, your girlfriend leaning in to bury her face into your neck as you messed around with the rings adorning her slender fingers.

"Of course I want you at the game. Just take a small break, let me give you a massage or something." The girl mumbled, pressing feather light kisses to the sensitive skin, your eyes briefly fluttering closed in pleasure before you shrugged her away.

"Five minutes, that's it." You warned seriously, your girlfriend nodding eagerly as her lips quickly reattached to your neck. "Please don't tell me you're setting a timer." she sighed, forehead slumping down to press into your shoulder with a groan, already knowing the answer to her own question as you finished up tapping away at the apple watch on your wrist.

You placed your laptop back on the coffee table, your girlfriend nudging for you to adjust your position on the lounge, turning your body so your back pressed into her front.

"Baby your shoulders are ridiculously knotted, try to relax." alessia chastised quietly, you withholding a moan as her fingers dug expertly into your skin, working hard to try and de-stress your tightly clenched muscles.

"is it working?" the blonde asked softly, peppering buttery kisses down the side of your jaw and you hummed, closing your eyes with a content sigh of relief.

"good. So, mearps and tooney will be here in a bit to-" alessia started as your eyes shot open, stress once again consuming you, pushing your body away from hers, eyes widening.

"Tonight? I have to get back to these reports less." you sighed tiredly, both of you jumping slightly as your timer sounded and you were quick to tap it off, moving your body further away from alessia's who frowned at the sudden lack of contact.

You adored your girlfriends team mates, both at club and country, all of them making sure you knew that just because they were alessia's friends first didn't mean they loved or cared for you any less.

lotte and georgia even having gone out of their way to give alessia herself a stern talking to about never breaking your heart, it may have been fueled by an alcohol filled celebration post euros win, but never failed to make you laugh or feel the sincere care from the other girls.

Right now however the two bubbly Manchester players were the last people you wanted to see, entertaining anyone a thought far from your reach and capacity at the moment.

You had plans you felt you couldn't back out of for the rest of your weekend. A doctors appointment tomorrow morning, lessons to be planned for the new term, going to alessia's game in the afternoon and out with her family for dinner afterwards. Then Sunday would be consumed by your own family, your grandmothers 95th birthday not something you could just skip out on, and your family were not ones to half do a celebration so you knew it would be a full day commitment.

So in accordance you'd planned to get your reports done tonight so you could enjoy your weekend stress free.

Though subconsciously you knew 'stress free' was always going to be a lie.

You'd had a lot longer than a few days to get these done, but with procrastination and long days overwhelmed by wrangling 25 stir crazy holiday hungry students, your week had drizzled by without a single one touched, every time you tried filled with someone else needing your attention, both at school and at home.

It didn't help that because your girlfriends love language was touch, when your attention couldn't be on her in the minimal time you had alone together during your busy weeks, she'd often become quite frustrated and needy.

"I don't see why you're upset, haven't you had all week to get them done?" your girlfriend questioned, not intending it to come across as accusatory as it did. "alessia-" you started with a sharp sigh, fingers squeezing the bridge of your nose as you pressed your eyes closed.

"you know the time leading up to the end of term is the busiest for me. The kids are wild and un-engaged but I still have to get through the last of the curriculum with them, I have to go through all their homework and all their assignments to collate these reports, I have to forward plan my lessons for next term so I can actually have a break in-between them-" you paused to take another deep breath, feeling the stress bubbling up rapidly inside you.

"- we have plans with our families all weekend, I need peace and quiet to get these done tonight and as much as I love tooney and mearps we both know that won't happen if they're here." You inhaled, closing your eyes and letting go of the bridge of your nose to run your hands through your hair, letting out a slow and shaky exhale.

"So you have had all week to get them done then." alessia shot back without thinking, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly as you paused to take a breath, knowing that if you gave in to an argument there was even less chance of you getting things done.

"Can you not just reschedule to another night? Or go to one of their houses?" You asked softly, trying not to let your emotions win over. "Could you not have worked on your time management? I feel like we have this exact same argument over your inability to mange your own work load all the time!" alessia challenged with a frown, your own face falling at the lack of understanding and support from the girl who was supposed to be your partner.

"like you said, this happens every term. You never manage your time right and get overwhelmed and stressed when it comes to a head when all of your stress could be avoided if you just learnt from the mistakes made last time, prioritized things correctly and fixed the problem!" alessia huffed, throwing her hands up and sending you a pointed look of annoyance.

"you know what? You're absolutely right alessia I don't have the time management to argue about this right now. And yes this is all my fault, because between being needed at school or needed by my students or their parents or needed by my own family or my own friends or your friends or my coworkers or my boss, how dare I not prioritize you and your needs from me. Oh wait? That's what I'm trying to do so I can come to your stupid fucking match tomorrow! So congratulations you are absolutely right and you do whatever you want, just leave me alone and don't expect to see me there tomorrow." you finally snapped, the stress bubbling up and boiling over before you even had a moment to take a breath.

Standing to your feet and snatching your phone and laptop from the table you stormed off upstairs, the slam of the bedroom door seemingly triggering knocks at the front one announcing the arrival of your dinner guests, who had no idea what they were about to walk into.

Alessia looked upstairs and bit down on her bottom lip, contemplating following you, but the continuing knocks at the front door had made the decision for her, the girl composing herself before hurrying over to open it. "Finally! What did I interrupt you mid shag?" mary teased, hurrying inside past her teammate who closed the door afterwards, still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened.

"Hope everyone's decent!" mary yells looking around for you, the teasing grin falling flat from her face as she instantly picks up on the strange tension in the room and the somewhat guilty look plastered to the young blonde in front of hers face.

"Where's tooney then?" alessia asked quietly, making her way into the kitchen to grab mary something to drink. "Her turn to buy dinner, she was still trying to decide what to pick up on the way. Hey leave that, what's happened?" mary moved to close the fridge, nudging alessia and opening her arms, the younger girl accepting the hug with a troubled sigh.

"What's gone on less?" mary asked softly, dragging her to sit at the island as the older woman joined her, rubbing her back gently when alessia groaned, dragging her hands down her face before recounting the argument and most of what lead up to it.

"Oh less." mary sighed once she'd finished, alessia resting her head on her hand with a frown. "For a smart girl you're so thick sometimes." mary stated bluntly, shoving the strikers head off of her hand as she swiped her arm out from beneath her. "mary!" alessias frown deepened, shoving the girl back whose smile only grew.

"when you get home from late training, whose got dinner ready and waiting for you on the table?" mary simply asked, shutting down the blondes questions with a wave of her hand, waiting patiently for an answer.

"she does." alessia mumbled.

"when you're in a strop cause we lose or you miss a sitter, whose there afterwards to build you back up and look after you?" mary questioned again, her pointed look shutting down any protests from the younger girl who sighed and repeated the same answer as before.

"when we go on national camps, we're away for what? weeks at a time? same thing with tournaments, away games, media days, we were gone for months with the euro's-" mary continued as alessia let out yet another troubled sigh, the pieces starting to slot together in her head.

"okay yes, I get it." the younger girl intervened, mary waving her off before continuing.

"no less, let me finish. You got upset because what? she doesn't give in to your cry for attention and give into whatever you want from her? which mind you she does do every other day, as well as give her entire care and attention to twenty five kids, daily. God knows I struggle to deal with you lot who are adults daily! Not to even think about how much pressure is likely put on her from the school, her students parents, people can treat teachers like shit. But despite that she still goes out of her way to do the little things like double check your kit bag for you on a weekend in case you forgot something, leave those soppy little notes in your bags for you to find when we go away to camp, go out of her way to cook for you and have it ready when you're home late . But that's probably because she knows how moody you get when you don't eat right." mary joked lightly, bumping her shoulder playfully against her teammates.

"my point is, you can hardly have a go at her for you not thinking she's managing her time right. When the main things you're sopping about her not having time for is something she avoids things like her work, to do. So really..." mary trailed off, looking hopefully to the blonde beside her.

"-she's not bad at managing her time, I need to get better at managing my expectations around her time." alessia finished as mary's eyebrows shot up in surprise, that answer better than what she was even angling for.

"bingo!" mary confirmed as alessia let out another loud groan, feeling the weight of the dirt from the hole she'd dug herself into beginning to weigh heavily on her shoulders. "that makes it sound like I'm one of her students just constantly demanding her time and attention." alessia whined into her hands, shaking her head remorsefully. "I mean you said it, but if the shoe fits..." mary trailed off with a shrug, unable to argue the somewhat valid point made.

"less, you've been infatuated with the girl since you laid eyes on her in that coffee shop, there's a reason we took the mick out of you for it. Show her that when she's struggling to manage her time and her workload, you're there as her partner to help her shoulder it and work through it. Support her like she's always supporting you, its not all about the big gestures either. Do the little things that help take away from the stress she's feeling right now, you love each other very very much, and she still knows that." mary comforted the striker, again gently rubbing a hand up and down her back as alessia nodded.

"well I'd say my work here is done, that'll be 250 pounds for my valuable time and treasured advice please." mary stood to her feet, holding out her hand expectantly, alessia unable to keep from cracking a small smile as she pushed the keepers arm away.

"right. I'll go call tooney and we'll bugger off, you go fix things with your lady and hopefully I'll see you both tomorrow. But-" mary started before alessia cut her off, guessing already what the keeper had to say. "-but if she has reports to do, it's okay that she misses the game." alessia confirms, mary beaming proudly as the two of them walked to the front door.

"good girl, god they grow up and learn so quickly." mary wiped a fake tear from her face as alessia practically shoved her out the door, thanking her and with a quick hug she was disappearing off into the crisp april air.

meanwhile you sat upstairs trying your very best to concentrate on the reports in front of you, your mind running rampant with the stress at the thought of not getting them done, the overthinking causing somewhat of an internal meltdown as you closed your laptop and laid down with a large sigh.

a knock at the bedroom door shifted your focus, you sat back up and hastily yanked the laptop open before resting it on your knees, calling for alessia to come in. the blonde gingerly opened the door and leant against the frame, rocking awkwardly on the balls of her feet as your eyes stayed trained to your screen.

"i made dinner." the older girl announced softly, running a hand through her hair with a small sigh when you didn't respond. "do you want me to bring you up a plate so you can keep working?" she took a seat carefully on the corner of the bed, reaching out to place a hand on your ankle, a small sense of relief spreading through her body when you didn't push her away.

"i'm sorry." "i'm sorry."

you looked up as you both spoke in sync, small smiles settling on both your faces as you did.

"you don't have anything to be sorry for, I've been quite selfish. You have so much on your plate at the moment and instead of helping you share the load I've just been adding to it and complaining when things don't go my way. that's not healthy and not helpful and i'm really sorry, i hope it isn't too late to change that." alessia was quick to apologize again as you closed your laptop and moved, sat beside one another at the end of the bed.

"i could have communicated things a little better instead of just bottling it all up and then snapping on you, that wasn't fair and i'm sorry too. And you were right I do need to get better at managing my time and prioritizing things so it doesn't all bank up to be dealt with at the last minute." you admitted shyly, the both of you reaching out for the others hands, fiddling absentmindedly with one another's fingers.

"i love you." alessia blurted out, a smile creeping onto your face at the words, echoing them back as you both shared a tender kiss, relief filling both your bodies that the argument for now had been resolved.

"where's mearps and tooney?" you asked, perking up as you suddenly remembered part of what lead to the argument in the first place. "at their own places, mary might have popped over and admittedly talked some sense into me." the italian admitted with a guilty smile, the two of you sharing a look before bursting out into laughter, both of you looking toward the keeper as an older sister figure for this reason.

"so, game plan." your girlfriend straightened up, kissing your knuckles before dropping your hand. "i'll bring you up some dinner, you work on your reports, try to go to bed before eleven and get some sleep. then tomorrow i'll drive you to your appointment in the morning, go to my game. You stay here, and do your reports. i'll tell my family we'll go to dinner next week instead, they come every week so they won't mind, we order pizza for dinner and i'll be around if you need anything but i'll stay out of your hair. Then hopefully everything's done by your grandmas birthday on sunday." alessia rambled out, only pausing to take a breath once she'd finished.

"less, baby-" your eyebrows knitted together, the girl holding up her hand to silence your protests before they could fall from your mouth. "no, you always go above and beyond for me, this is the least i can do for you. please?" she practically begged, hand coming to softly rest on your cheek as you nodded, leaning in to connect your lips again, smiling at the all too familiar feeling of warmth it ignited in you.

long term you knew this was a problem you had to work on, but for right now, wrapped up in your little love bubble, you knew things were going to be okay, and that was all that mattered.

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likelytowritesomestuff · 30 days

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Hazbin Hotel Headcanons pt 2

(With a sprinkle of 'Helluva Boss')

the Vices and the Goetias are some sort of uncles and aunts for Charlie, so this means...

... Stolas used to babysit Charlie when she was little and from that experience, he realized he could be a better father than his own...

... Bee totally organized the best birthday parties for Charlie (especially after Lilith left)

... Charlie was one of the first person Asmodeus told her about his relationship with Fizzarolli and she was really happy when they came out as a couple

Charlie managed to convince the elevator guys to let Vaggie visit the rest of Hell in occasion for her first birthday as her girlfriend: in that occasion, they had dinner at Ozzie's, Charlie improvised a duet with Fizz that made Vaggie laugh out loud and then they moved to the party Bee organized for her (Vaggie wasn't immune to Bee's charm and when she realized Charlie had noticed it, she felt ashamed by that, but her girlfriend shrugged because 'Aunt Bee always does this effect to introvert people' and everything turned out okay)

Vaggie had a crush on Lute when she first joined the Exorcist Army, but it didn't last for long... that being sad, it hurt knowing Lute was the responsible for her fall

after it was revealed the Extermination would have been in six months, Vaggie got drunk and started commiserating herself for not being a good girlfriend for Charlie. Husk tried to comfort her, saying that she was the princess's anchor because he heard Charlie saying that (and he has a pair eyes) when Vaggie dropped his secret... the morning after she talked with Husk (in spanish to not be understood by others) and he assured her he would have not revealed the secret because he was none of his business...

... unfortunately spanish is similar to italian and Val occasionally speaks spanish, so Angel asked him what was this big secret Vaggie was trying to hide and Husk told him it was something stupid, nothing important... of course he revealed the truth after the couple came back from Heaven

Lucifer actually cooked pancakes for everyone after the hotel was rebuilt and then spent the next days making personalized ducks for everyone...

... yeah, he even did one for Alastor and agreed to co-parent Charlie in absence of Lilith (Alastor took the duck because 'why not? It's not bad', but then he didn't know how to feel about the other thing because he didn't like to get attached to all the Hotel gang and this was going against his plan)

living in the 40s and 50s means that sometime Vox says some mysoginistic, racist or homophobic stuff, but Valentino and Velvette are always ready to point that out... luckily, Vox is willing to learn and has a long list of the things he can say and he can't say

when they first met, Val started flirting with Vox but Vox was walking eteronormativity due to his upbringing and dismissed his avances...

... but Val had the feeling Vox wasn't straight and after seeing his reaction to the news that Judy Garland had died after he arrived in Hell, he was happy to be right

Then Vox told him that he suppressed his feelings for men all his life and Val offered him to make up for the lost time... and that's how their on and off relationship began

after episode 4, Angel always received flowers and sweets at the studio from the Hotel gang in order to show him support (Val doesn't know that, he thinks those are just presents from Angel's fans)

Lucifer didn't immediately understand Angel's gender, so he tried with female pronouns and when Angel replied, he believed he was a girl until Charlie told him he was male. Actually Angel wasn't really bothered because Lucifer was the only one to use female prounons for him and not in a derogatory way, so sometimes Lucifer still uses them for him

The movie Angel showed to the Hotel gang was the last movie he did before his relationship with Val started to crack... that's why he got so mad when Husk critized it...

... after episode 4, Angel realized Husk did indeed watched some of his movies and Husk admitted he watched a few of his first movies and those are better than the new ones (the new ones as the ones he did with Val) and Angel was happy that someone still remembered those, where plot and quality still mattered

Alastor actually ships Huskerdust! He was the first to notice Husk's attraction to Angel and told the bartender they would have been such a cute couple despite their differences... Husk didn't know how to feel, but at least he was happy Alastor didn't meddle when he and Angel started to get closer

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin angel dust #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #chaggie #huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #valvox #stolas goetia #helluva boss asmodeus #fizzmodeus #helluva boss beelzebub #my headcanons

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pinkthrone445 · 3 months

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-Wedding bells-

Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: Gary x Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:love, hurt

Warnings:Mention of cheating , insults

Summary:I don't wanna spoil it because I think it's good the surprise reading this fic like this.

Wedding bells, a church full of guests, a custom-made suit that fit you luxuriously, a white rose in your handkerchief pocket, the custom made and engraved rings on your hand, sweaty hands and watery eyes as you looked at the wedding officiant. Your head was racing a thousand miles an hour, your heart was almost jumping out of your chest, and then, everything stopped when the doors opened and you saw the love of your life, Melissa Schemmenti in the most beautiful white dress in the world. Her red hair was in a ponytail with a few loose hairs that only highlighted her features, the soft and delicate veil on her crown delicately embraced her beautiful face, simple makeup highlighted her perfect green eyes that shone thanks to the natural light that came through the windows. Melissa was a perfect vision, a dream you didn't want to wake up from. When the music started and the redhead began walking down the aisle towards you, the world stopped and the other people ceased to exist, it was just you and her in this perfect moment.

-Five Years Earlier-

Your father had recently passed away, the house felt very big and empty without him, Sicily felt empty without him, you felt useless without him.

Your job exchange card and visa was approved and you could go to America to continue working as a teacher, hoping the change of scenery will help you get on with your life without your father. Gary, your father's best friend and fellow police officer promised to take care of you once your father was gone, and that's why he was loading your bags into the van that would take you two to the airport while you said goodbye to your home.

When you arrived to America, you immediately got an apartment and went to see the school where you had been assigned, it was a humble school but full of life, the teachers immediately received you with great affection grateful for the extra help, especially Melissa who would finally stop teaching two grades together thanks to the fact that you had arrived.

You thought it would be hard to adapt, but the redhead helped you a lot with the study plans and the students. Since you were Italian like her family, Mel felt an immediate connection with you, helping you in any way possible and taking care of you as if she had known you for years. And you, so in need of affection that you were in such a difficult time of your life, became attached to her immediately. From day one, the redhead took over your heart and you did nothing to stop it.

The more time you spent with Melissa, the more your feelings for her grew, long nights working on lesson plans together, long calls to clarify doubts, eating out together, inside jokes, tender nicknames, stolen glances, accidental touches, everything that happened with the redhead only made you fall more in love with her.

Your only "friend" out of school, Gary, was even tired of hearing you talk about Melissa, how much you loved her and how little you did to carry out your wishes.

Gary had known you since you were a child and saw that of the times you liked someone, you rarely did anything to be with that person, you were young, shy and stupid, to dare more and bet more on love.

After two years of living in that new country, Gary came to visit you very happy saying that he had gotten a new job as a vending machine stocker, it wasn't much like his police job, but it was a legal work and he was happy for it.

One day, you heard Melissa say that determined women were hot and that helped you gather the courage to finally tell her how you felt. After thinking a lot about how to say it, you gathered the strength to talk to the redhead, but your face of decisiveness turned into one of confusion, when, upon entering the teacher's room, you saw Gary talking and flirting with Melissa while he refilled the room's vending machine.

You silently approached Gary and he just smiled and then turned his attention back to the redhead. Almost immediately he got her to go on a date, ruining your plans to confess your love to her.

Gary knew you liked Melissa, he knew where you worked and Mel was the only redhead to mistake her for someone else, he knew you loved her and still decided to flirt with her and ask her out. When you confronted him about that, he just said that you were too young for her and that you didn't even know if she liked women, so he saw the opportunity and took it.

You tried to do something to sabotage that relationship, but thanks to everything you told him, he knew everything Melissa liked and used it to make her fall in love with him more. You thought the relationship wouldn't last long, but you were wrong, they dated for 3 years and she accepted him when he proposed. That's how you got here.

-Present-day -

When the music started and the redhead began walking down the aisle towards you, the world stopped and the other people ceased to exist, it was just you and her in this perfect moment. Melissa delicately climbed the steps and stood in front of the officiant, looking at you with a big smile, only that smile was not directed at you, but at Gary who was in front of her.

You were Gary's maid of honor, you assumed that was his strategy to keep you in check and not ruin his big day, but with how happy Melissa looked with him you didn't dare hurt her in any way.

Your eyes filled with tears as you looked at Melissa and then the rings on your hand, oh how you wished those rings would tie you to her instead of tying her with him.

Was this your fault? For being slow and not speaking sooner? For having doubted so much? For having spoken so highly of her to him? For not having courage? Could it have been different somehow? If you had confessed your feelings anyway, would you have been the one standing at that altar with her instead of just being a spectator? Could you be the one holding her hand as you promised to dedicate your life and being to her? It could have been you somehow?... Actually, it didn't matter, it was late, too late, you understood that nothing else mattered anymore when you heard the redhead say "yes, I do" to him. Gary turned to ask for the rings and you gave them to him with trembling hands and watery eyes, you must have looked pathetic. You decided to raise your head so as not to look so miserable, but it was a serious mistake, the eyes of your friend and the love of your life were on you, this time she was looking at you, Melissa was looking at you with concern but you only decided to force a smile to calm her down. In the red-haired woman's head a thousand questions went through her mind, why did you cry more than her husband? Why were you more excited than him? Weren't the hours she spent preparing enough to make him cry with happiness at the sight of her? Why, even though you smiled, didn't happiness reach your eyes? Were you sad that she was taking away the only person close to your family that you had left? It hurt her to think that you might be angry with her or sad because of her. Why was she more focused and worried about you than the man in front of her? But before she could ask any more self questions, she heard Gary say "I do" and it was her turn to snap back to reality to put the ring on him.

The officiant pronounced them husband and wife and the kiss sealed their marriage and finished breaking your heart.

Mel wanted to ask you what was wrong, but before she could, Gary was walking down the aisle pulling her hand to get in the limo and drive to the party. The redhead walked forward but her gaze was fixed on you and as you automatically applauded the happy couple but did not move from the place you were.

When you arrived at the ballroom, the tables were assigned, you were close to her but not close enough to be able to talk. When everyone arrived, it was time for the toast and they made you speak after Barbara, who had been the redhead's maid of honor, since you were his maid of honor.

Smiling falsely, you took your glass of champagne, which had already had to be refilled twice because you had drunk it before going up, you took the microphone and forced yourself to take your eyes off your feet to fix it on the happy couple.

So many things you wanted to say, and at the same time nothing was appropriate for the moment, your mouth opened and closed as you waited for something else to come to your mind. You felt Mel's gaze burn your skin, you couldn't dare to stare at her and you couldn't look at him either, you felt rejection for him, he had used everything you told him to keep her, to steal her from you. Well, stealing her was a strong word since Melissa didn't belong to you, and she would never do it because of your cowardice.

Someone cleared their throat and made you realize that maybe you hadn't said anything for a longer time than you thought

-"My heart fills with emotion when I see you two, the only person who accompanied me from my home along with the first person who made me feel at home when I arrived here. Melissa you became my best friend and my safe place when I arrived and I will never forget that, you have a special place in my heart and you always will have it whether you get married or leave to another planet. I could say so many things, but nothing could express what I truly feel right now. So I'll just say this, I wish you the greatest happiness in the world, may your lives be filled with love. And Gary? Take care of her, because if I found out you hurt her, I'll kill you"-You made the last comment in a funny tone and everyone laughed, but deep down in your heart you knew it was a promise you were going to keep if the time came. Everyone said their words and the final toast was made so that everyone could start enjoying the meal.

You barely touched your plate, much more focused on drinking what you could than eating something, you felt that if you tried to put anything else down your throat that wasn't liquid, you would vomit everything.

After lunch, the waltz began, Melissa was going to give the bouquet to Barbara, but since you knew that they would join the dance later, you told her to give it to you since you didn't want to dance tonight.

Mel and Gary started dancing in the middle of the floor, your eyes were glued to the redhead.

Why did she have to look so angelic and perfect, why did she have to look so happy with him? Why did they have to seem like the perfect couple with the perfect wedding when you were watching them from a corner with your life shattered, the furthest from perfect, closest to being a complete disaster. She looked so happy and you felt so broken. So far away from you and yet so close, she was there, If you stretched out your hands, maybe your fingertips could brush against her perfect, soft skin, only a few feet away, but she felt miles away from you. You had lost her, she had moved away from you to someone else's arms, and your heart had gone running behind her.

Your heart began to contract inside you, the more you looked at them, the worse you felt, the room began to spin and the music felt overwhelming, your suit almost choked you. Your breathing was ragged as if you were running out of oxygen, you wanted to rip off your suit, run away, tear your skin apart. Your eyes were burning and your face ached from faking a smile for so long. You would give everything for the world to stop so you could breathe for a second, what you would give to disappear and never be found...The things you would give, the things you'd do to be by her side dancing, to be the one who delicately holds her hand, to be the one who promised in vows to take care of her all her life, what you wouldn't give for her...You'd give everything for her, you'd give everything, and it still wouldn't be enough to change the painful present.

Carefully and without drawing too much attention to yourself, you walked through the crowd leaving the bouquet of flowers on the bride and groom's table and going outside to breathe. You just wanted to breathe and stop crying, at what point did you start crying? Out of the corner of your eye you saw some chairs in the furthest and most hidden part of the garden, without thinking twice, you went there and let your body collapse on the couch, with trembling hands you detached the jacket of your suit and a couple of buttons from your shirt, you needed air, space, you needed something that would give you peace of mind or at least help calm you down a little. Your trembling hands rested on your beating heart as tears streamed down your cheeks, you felt a bitter taste in your mouth as if you had taken bleach, and your jaw ached from clenching your teeth. You knew you had to control yourself, you were about to have a big panic attack and today wasn't the day for that to happen, it was Melissa's special day, it had to be perfect and you having an identity crisis would only ruin it. You were a maid of honor, you had to be there for them, for her, you had to smile for her, help her arrange her hair, hold her bouquet, be there when she needed you most... And instead you were hiding in the garden like a coward, giving more importance to your broken heart than to the woman you loved.

Your hands started hurting, why did they hurt? You lowered your gaze to your hands and realized that you were squeezing your hands so much, that your acrylic nails were digging into your palms and they were even bleeding a little from the pressure and the small cuts you had, you immediately opened your hands and tried to relax a little, you needed to get back inside before anyone noticed that you were gone. Who did you want to fool? No one would notice, Mel was focused on her husband, Gary would be happy if he noticed you disappeared, and the others were focused on the happy couple as it should be. It would be better if you stay there? Pretending that the present didn't exist and that it was all a bad dream? What if you left? No one would notice and no one would care.

You hid your face in your hands trying to think clearly, but you were frightened by feeling a hand on your shoulder, when you looked up, you saw a worried Barbara, who sat next to you

-"What's up, sweetheart? Mel asked me to look for you because she didn't see you well, I told her that it must be nothing, but now I see that she was right... Why are you crying so much?" - Concern could be heard in the older woman's voice, but her comment only made you let out a dry laugh as you listened to it. Melissa, on her big day, when she didn't have to worry about anything but enjoy herself, was worrying about you and why you weren't there.

-"I'm fine, I'll be back inside in a few minutes, I just needed to breathe a little... You need to come back, you're her maid of honor and they're about to throw the bouquet, you don't want to miss that..."-You said trying to get her to leave you alone, but it didn't work

-" First, I've been married for many years now, I don't need to catch the bouquet. Second, I'm her maid of honor and I have to do what she asks, and she asked me to be with you... So you'd better tell me how I can help you, because I won't leave here until you're better"-Barbara spoke and you smiled just looking at your hands sadly

-"I love her"-You confessed, you didn't know if it was because of the amount of alcohol you had drunk without eating anything else, but you needed to let go of what you felt to someone and Barbara was there

-"And she loves you, that's not going to change because she's married, you'll still be important in her life, you're her friend, she's not going to forget you" - The brunette tried to comfort you and you shook your head

-"You don't understand... I love her, I've loved her for years in a way I shouldn't, I love her so much it hurts, I love every part of her, every little thing that makes her Melissa Schemmenti, I love her strong character and how she is affectionate with the people she cares about. I love how she takes care of who she loves, how passionate she is, I love to see how she's always eating something all the time, I love the way she laughs when you two tell each other secrets. I love how she always smells like cinnamon, I love how she always needs to be in physical contact when she talks to you, I love the attention she gives you when you tell her something, I love when she insults and when she gets angry about stupid football games. I love watching her dance, laugh and sing. I love seeing how much she loves children and all she does for them. I love how she cooks. I love to see how competitive she is. I love her stupid and funny anecdotes. I love to see her accept her failures and use that to grow. I love her strength, as even though her heart has already been broken and she has been cheated on, she does not close herself to love. I love her Barbara, I really love her, I adore her and it hurts to see her with someone else... And it hurts me to know her so much that Gary used everything I told him about her to make her fall in love with him. Her favorite drink that he gave her every time? I told him she liked it. The vending machine full of chocolate? It was my idea. The Christmas gift of Mel's favorite team jersey, I told him about it. Fuck! He even asked me to help him write his vows and choose the rings, because he doesn't know her as well as I do! I LOVE HER AND IT FUCKING HURTS ME!"-You screamed and sighed, it felt good to say it even if it was too late. You were surprised to feel how Barbara hugged you tightly, a hug that you returned. Your body relaxed and the tension went away making you feel weak

-" Why didn't you tell her this?"-Barbara whispered and you sighed

-"Because she's perfect and I'm just me... A girl who will never be enough for woman like her, a cowardly girl who just watched as the love of her life was taken away from her and didn't have the strength to fight"-You whispered and as Barbara was about to answer, you heard a voice join the conversation

-"Hon, are you okay? I couldn't find you anywhere" - Melissa spoke and you quickly wiped away your tears preventing her from seeing you

-"I'm fine, I just felt overwhelmed with qll the music and the people, but I'm better now, Barbara already helped me... What are you doing here? You should be with your husband" - You asked as you adjusted your suit, the redhead looked at you unconvinced

-"I was really worried about you... I needed to see you and know that you're alright"-Mel answered and smiled a little as she saw how you took her arm to go back inside. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw how Barbara was following you two, smiling sadly when she saw how you put your mask back on when you were next to Melissa.

-"You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine, I'll be fine, you just worry about enjoying yourself, it's your big day my love, let's go dance"-You responded by smiling as best you could, even though inside you were falling apart.

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munsonsreputation · 7 months

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move baby, i'm in love

word count: [2.8k]

warnings: smut (mdni or i will literally dropkick you so hard), oral (blowie), illusions to oral fixation and a tiny bit of choking (literally stevie just pressing down once), and mentions of piv.

summary: steve takes you out to italy in hopes of exploring the city and catching a break from hawkins -- but the both of you should've known things would get hot and heavy the second he put a cigar to his mouth.

The Italian sun just nearly stumbles over the city, the sky shifting from its bright clear baby blue to a soft orange that casts a light overhead.

The gold chain around your boyfriend’s neck glimmers against the shimmering rays nearly blinding you, yet you don’t make any moves to look away from him.

He looks tempting, and it’s almost like torture, the way he’s doing it so casually like he doesn’t know what effect it has on you.

The way you’re struggling to find any semblance of composure as you sit across from him with your legs clenched and your hands shaking.

His eyes look up at you past his sunglasses, a brow raised while he pulls the roll from between his lips.

“S’the matter, baby? Too hot?”

Yeah, way too fucking hot, Harrington

You take a deep breath through your nose, shaking your head as you smile through the torture and relax your legs, trying not to look so tense because you really don’t want to have to come up with a lie to explain it.

“N-no, I’m fine. Just a little warm out.”

You pushed your hair over your shoulder, hoping to find a breeze of air soon.

He frowns, cupping your cheek with his large palm making you grow hotter by the second. You must be scorching under his touch and your theory is proven right as his frown becomes deeper muddled with concern.

“You can wait for me inside if you want? I’m almost done with this little thing.” He says, gesturing to the cigar in his hand.

It takes everything in you to not jump his bones, but you fear you’re already teetering on the line. Literally moments away from telling him to put out the stupid thing and play with you instead.

Only you don’t.

You actually have it in you to compose yourself, taking the initiative to back away from his fingertips and clear your throat. Though the action alone burns, as if you had been stripped away from something…someone you needed.

“I…it’s okay, I wanna wait.” The crack in your voice failing to smooth out.

Your attempts at reassuring him went nowhere and you should’ve known it’d be that way especially because Steve can see right through you.

He knows the forced smile on your face and he definitely picks up on the crack of your voice — don’t even get him started on the fact that he’s noticed your legs clenching since a few minutes ago.

“Baby,” He laughs, slipping his free hand down across his spread legs, knowing what it does to you. “It’s much cooler inside. I’ll be there in a bit.”

His tone is almost sincere, as if he really is oblivious, but deep down you both know how this is going to end. It’s only a matter of when and who is going to make the first move — he knows you can’t resist.

He stands correct, observing as you shake your head and shift your chest out, rolling your shoulders back trying to be cool and in control, but you weren’t as nonchalant as you thought you were being.

“No, I wanna stay,” you say more sternly.

Steve chuckles again. He can see the shivers creeping up over your skin when he makes the move to take off his sunnies, setting them on the glass table before he leans closer to you, leaving only inches.

“Yeah?” He smirks, taking a drag of the cigar. “Why d’you wanna stay out here in the hot sun while I smoke this thing? I thought you hated the smell?”

His voice is low and teasing, but his actions still remain sweet, the whiff of smoke exhaled away from your face doing his best to not let the smell get directly to you.

“I do.” You whisper shamelessly, eyes beginning to go glassy with him so close to you.

The cigar seems to be a prop in his hand now. His forefingers twiddled it as he pursed his lips and slanted his eyes at you.

“Tell me then, baby.”

He’s not gonna make this easy, and if you had any patience, you’d love to play the little game, but right now you had none and just wanted to play with him.

“You…you look so good and I wanna watch you.”

Your voice comes with a whine, an insatiable one that has Steve suppressing a growl in his chest.

You watch his throat bob with a thick swallow before his palm finds its way back up to your cheek, cupping it and feeling the blood underneath rush blazingly.

Only he can get you like and likewise you’re the only one who can get his blood rushing, in other places not just one.

Steve’s better at playing the game especially when he’s got the upper hand like right now. You’re staring up at him lazily, ready to give him everything and more at a moment’s notice.

He’s the bait and you’re waiting to bite.

“Awww baby,” He says half-mockingly.

“This whole time I thought you wanted a try, all along you just wanna watch me, huh? Isn’t. That. Right?”

The last three words are accompanied with a tap of his fingertips against your plush cheek. It makes you go stupid, brain shutting off and the only goal you have is making him feel good.

Your eyes flutter, nearly closing, just having enough strength behind them to keep watching your boyfriend before you inhaled slowly, trying to form words that your mind could barely find.

“Mhmm, I do…I really really do, Stevie.”

He can feel you press your face deeper into his hand, and he has zero plans of retracting his touch away, wanting to make up for the way you ripped yourself from him earlier. Feeling your breath hitting his skin with how deeply you’re taking air in and out, trying not to float away too soon.

His free hand taps the blunt, shaking off the ash absentmindedly as he leans closer, letting his lips brush over yours cruelly for only a second, leaving you whining not getting a proper kiss.

A smile dances on his face, still so close to you yet so far away, knowing that it’s this back and forth that’s going to make it all worth it.

“Aren’t I lucky? Got to take my girl out here. Wanted to spoil her rotten, but all she wants to do is watch me.”

“I can do more than just watch.”

Your voice finds strength within its tenderness, wanting to prove to him how much you wanted…needed him right now.

“Yeah?” He challenged, “what did’ya have in mind sweet thing?”

You gulped, letting your palms rest on his thighs, your limbs already preparing themselves to position yourself on your knees in front of him.

“Let me show you instead.” You whispered throatily as if you’d already been wrecked.

He grinned, patting your cheek once more, followed by a peck on the tip of your nose.

“Go ahead, baby.”

His permission is like a symphony to your ears, giving himself to you in a way that only you get to know. No one gets him like this and no one ever will… just you.

Your knees meet the ground, settling between his legs and fingers working immediately.

“So big,” you murmur, hastily undoing his belt while your lips kiss his clothed bulge.

He grunts, throwing his head back weakly, knowing it doesn’t get any better than this. If he could, you and him would move here permanently and forget about the outside world completely.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He’s done playing mean, when you’re showing him so much affection in a way that should be sinful but to him, it’s heavenly.

Your eyes flutter up at him sweetly while your hands reach into his boxers, pulling his length. He watches the way his cock steals your attention, eyes adverting to the hardness that your hands can barely wrap around.

Your thumbs rubbing the leaking pre-cum over the tip and you’re doing him in by placing a kiss right on the head.

You’re not trying to play mean at all, but he can’t help but feel that you are.

Pure perfection right in front of him with your eyes flicking back up to meet his while your lips still rest on his sensitive skin.

The pearlescent seed painting your lips like gloss and all he wants to do to is pull you up and kiss you stupid before fucking you just as dumb.

But he settles, knowing this is what you want and he’ll get his fix in a minute.

“Fuck me.” He seethes, gritting his teeth and holding back on thrusting forward.

Your tongue peeks out, laving underneath his length as you enclose your lips around him for only a second before you pull away with a nice ‘pop’.

“In a bit, baby, let me have my fun.” You mutter, using your saliva and spreading the wetness over his cock with tight strokes, paying special attention to the slit.

He’s having trouble controlling his breathing, the small pudge of his lower stomach moving up and down spastically beneath his shirt proving it to you.

“Take your time sweet girl… I’ll be patient.”

“Hmm, I love you.”

He’s only a millisecond from responding that he loves you more, but you beat him, eyes veering up as your lips kiss the skin above his knee.

“…and I love you too, Stevie.”

He’s gonna fuck you so good when you’re done just to show you how much he loves you and your pussy.

You smile sickly sweet, before going back to work kissing your way back to his hard on. His cock pulses against your lips while you pepper pecks up the thick shaft and there’s a new ferocity occupying his senses the closer you get to what you really want.

“Show me some love, sweet girl.”

He nods, finally forcing the blunt to his lips as you wrap your lips around him and taking him down gradually.

Your head moves up and down, spit pooling around him, coating him in your wetness, leaving the rest of what you can’t fit, glistening.

Each drag of your tongue and skim of your fingers cupping his heavy sack brings him closer to the edge at an alarming rate.

“Fuck…” He blew the smoke out, shaking his head in awe, “your mouth is so good, baby.”

You hum against him, the vibration sending shockwaves up his spine and his cock. Fingers wire through your scalp, tugging mildly to get your eyes up on him in time to see him taking another swig of the blunt knowing it’ll drive you crazy.

“Should’ve known this would turn you on, baby.” He smirks cockily, taking his time to close his eyes and open them back up as he blows the smoke out.

There’s another whine, eyes rolling towards the back of your head with the image of him engrained in your mind.

You should really be scolding him about the health effects of smoking, but all you want to do is please him until the damn thing is gone.

“You just go hot for every little thing I do isn’t that right?” He continues to tease.

Seconds later, with no response given with you too busy and mouth too full, there’s a tap against your cheek, prompting your eyes to open back up.

Hairs that stick to your sweaty forehead are soon pushed away, his fingers knocking your temples with a grin on his face before threading them through your scalp and pulling you off.

“Words baby, c’mon, I know there’s still something up there.”

You clench around nothing, the effect of his words traveling straight to your core and it should be embarrassing that he gets you like this so easily, but you don’t have it in you to care one bit.

You gasp, catching your breath as you rest your cheek against his thigh.

“Y-yeah, you make me go stupid Stevie.”

He can see your hips wigging in the air, bottom raised up high in a position that makes him want to take you like that right here right this second.

He resists knowing he’ll get you in every position you can handle by the end of the night.

Steve’s grip releases from your scalp, falling down to your neck giving it only a slight squeeze before his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

His cock is an obvious weakness, but so are his fingers.

You love them entwined with yours, wrapped around wrists and neck, inside the depth of you, and mostly when they’re in your mouth.

He answers your silent prayers, slipping it past your lips, letting you suck on it as your eyes flicker shut, getting lost in it like it’s as good as his cock.

Your hands don’t stop their movements, working your wrist up and down not too fast, not too slow, but just the way Steve like it. Your tongue working the same pace over his thumb — he can’t believe you’re real and thank God you are.

“You’re a smart girl to everyone else, but when I get you alone, f-fuck, you just forget everything and let me take care of it all don’t ya baby?”

You take a breath, letting his thumb fall from your mouth. “L-love letting go with you.”

His heart feels like it’s on fire the kind that swamps him in flames of all colors and should swallow him whole, but only it drives him crazier for you — you’re the fuel who keeps him burning and the only one who could do him in like this.

An admission that should get him riled up, and it does, but at the same time he knows that your words are a confession — you feel safe with him. Safe enough to trust him in a way you’ve never trusted anyone before.

With Steve, you can let go in more way than the other…but most notably in a way where you can love. Love him wherever you are in the world — in your shared dainty little hometown and out here in the middle of the Mediterranean sea.

He can’t help it, abandoning the stupid cigarette in the ashtray and cupping both cheeks in his hands as he leans down and pushes his lips to yours.

It’s messy and fast, a mixture of his pre-cum and the remnants of your lipgloss a sticky mess between the both of you, yet you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ravishing each other like it’s the end of the world and the only thing you both have on your minds are each other.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” He says between kisses, no fight for dominance in it, just you and him mending together.

“Love my Stevie.” You murmur, clutching your hands around his cock, as his breath falters against you, his hips rising in tandem with your strokes.

“Love letting go with you too, honey. Love spoiling you to death even if it’s just m-me.”

You hate to do it, but you need to knowing he’s closer to the finish line and there’s one place you want the prize the most right now. So you nudge him away with your chin, pulling back and sitting back on your haunches as he falls back into the chair.

“Want your cum, baby… please give it to me.” You beg, voice going up an octave higher with need.

And your sweet boy never denies you anything, not his attention, not his cock, and most definitely not his cum.

“Take it all, baby.”

The costal view sat in front of Steve isn’t the one he’s admiring when a goddess is right before him on her knees worshipping him like this.

A work of art you are taking him down your throat as he sputters out praises from his mouth and spits loads into yours.

It’s only a matter of time before things get hotter and both feel higher than ever before.

“Move baby,” Steve growls in your ear, a handful of your ass in his hands with you now in his lap right where you belong.

The length of your dress hiked up over your hips and the bust of it pooling down your torso with your tits pressed against his shirt.

His length seated deep within you, squeezing him tightly as your arms wrap around his neck and your face burns buried in the juncture between it.

“Ooh, baby…” you whimper, beginning to move up and down with his help.

The two of you in a world of your very own — so alive, so lush.

Steve’s pretty sure your moans are music to his ears, something you always have in you, singing him a sweet melody on the balcony and soon he’ll have you screaming how much you love him.

He’ll be doing the same — after all it’s you he desires, and he��s more than in love.

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Tyler Galpin x reader (alternative)

Tyler placed a hot chocolate down infront of Y/n as she stared out the window, his smile widening as she jumped slightly and turned to grin at him thanking him as she looked at the new drink. Moving to grab her money from her black bag only for Tyler to sit opposite her and stop her.

"Nope, it's on the house. As a thank you." Y/n quirked an eyebrow at him as she slowly placed her purse back into the black bag, her hair falling over the side of her face as she turned back to him tucking the hair behind her ear as she moved to pick up the drink. Sniffing it as she smiled down at it, the smell of gingerbread filling her body as she sighed out.

"You make the best hot chocolate." Taking a sip she let out a happy moan which made Tyler blush dark as she closed her eyes and savoured the amazing drink, Tyler leaning against his hand as he stared at her happy face, she was hard on the outside but inside she was a softy. He admired how she looked in the deep red dress, he had almost spilt someone's coffee down them when she walked in, her boots thudding against the ground as she entered. He had to admit this was one of her favourite type of outfits, a dress with fishnets and boots especially when she wore a dress like the one she currently wore. The cut shorter and slightly tighter, this one especially with the v cut, he had stuttered an apology to the customer and rushed to the register as she looked around before spotting him and smiling, the dark red lips and eyeliner really worked for him. Especially the way her legs looked in the fishnets, as he thought about it now he saw her sharp acrylics snap in front of his eyes as he zoned back in. A dark blush on his face as he chuckled nervously at her questioning face, a carved eyebrow raised in question before she shrugged and took another sip before casting her eyes back towards the therapy office.

"Someone new is in there." She spoke, side eyeing him as they both watched a girl slide down the gutter and sneak around, Y/n's eyebrows shot up as she turned to watch the girl enter the coffee shop.

"She's hot." Y/n whispered as Tyler rushed back to the counter, Y/n's eyes trained on the goth girl in Nevermore uniform as she walked towards the counter and began talking to Tyler. The girl looked oddly towards Y/n then back to Tyler so Y/n stood, abandoning her hot chocolate swinging her bag over her shoulder and moving so she could lean on the counter near Tyler where he now fussed over the coffee machine. Her dress showing off her cleavage as she did, Wednesday staring at her before looking back at Tyler as his attention was stolen by Y/n.

"Stop staring at her and give me the instructions." Y/n laughed as Tyler stuttered handing her the italian instruction manual, moving to lean against the counter so Y/n's head reached his waist as he crossed his arms and stared at Wednesday as she somehow fixed the stupid machine. Y/n raising an eyebrow as she stood up straight and smoothed down her dress Tyler's eyes following her hands as they smoothed over the back of the dress until Wednesday spoke.

"Fixed. Now i need a ride." Y/n looked towards Tyler enjoying how flustered he was around the mysterious girl.

"I don't finish for an hour, i'm sure you can sit with Y/n as she's also waiting for me?" Tyler looked towards Y/n begging her to agree with him as she smiled showing off her oddly sharp canines for a normie.

"That doesn't work for me." Y/n dropped her smile and tapped her sharp nails against the counter as she watched the girl try to bribe Tyler to abandon work. Tyler turning her down but she kept adding money until Y/n chimed in.

"Sit down and wait, jeez let Tyler finish his shift. I won't bite." Y/n rolled her eyes tapping Tyler's shoulder and grazing along it with her nails as she moved back to her seat, slumping down and picking up her hot chocolate. Wednesday deciding she seemed the most interesting and more her type of person and taking the seat opposite her, Y/n sending a wink to Tyler as more customers flooded in.

"I'm Y/n." Y/n spoke first extending her hand as Wednesday stared at it before Y/n raised her hands in mock surrender and rolled her eyes.

"Wednesday." Y/n looked at her as she drank some more of the luke warm hot chocolate, the door chiming as three boys entered.

"If it isn't L/N, with an outcast? Who would have thought?" One of the boys laughed as Y/n ignored them but Wednesday watched how her nails scraped against the cup and eyebrows slightly creased in annoyance. Tyler rushing to serve the customer as he saw the small gang of popular kids stand by Y/n, wiping his hands on his uniform and smiling at Y/n who in turn put down the hot chocolate.

"Hey guys come on." One of the guys turned to Tyler pushing him back.

"Stay out of this Galpin." Y/n stood up quickly pushing the guy away from her best friend as they stood chest to chest.

"Don't touch him." She warned, Wednesday now standing up as the mayor's son pushed Y/n, her face turning dark as she threw a punch at him whilst Tyler watched Wednesday beat up the other two until all three laid on the floor.

"You okay?" Y/n asked tenderly as she turned to Tyler, her hand on his chest as she looked up at him, his eyes dropping to where her knuckle had split upon contact with the jackass on the ground. His dad soon walking in and sighing as he looked at Y/n until he noticed Wednesday behind her, suddenly turning stern.

"What happened here?" Tyler tried to explain but his dad was too focused on Wednesday as Tyler wrapped his arms around Y/n.

"They started it dad, Y/n and Wednesday just defended themselves." The sheriff stared at Wednesday until Principle Weem's interrupted.

"Ahh Miss Addam's this where you've snuck off to." Wednesday stared at her blankly as she watched the tall principle look at the damage.

"You're an Addams? You Gomez's kid?" Wednesday ignored him as she followed Principle Weems, the sheriff spewing nonsense of her father being a murderer until they were out his sight, now turning to face Tyler and Y/n as his son smiled sheepishly at him whilst Y/n hid her fist behind her back.

"Show me your hand kid." Y/n stuck out her hand, her long black acrylics still in perfect condition as the sheriff sighed and ran a finger over her knuckles.

"Just a bruise, damn it now i have to explain this all." Y/n and Tyler moved backwards as his dad rounded up the three lads, Y/n snickering when the mayor's son winced in pain and glared at her. Tyler squeezing her arm in light warning as she dropped her smile and rolled her eyes once more, leaning into his arm around her as they all left.

"I like her." Y/n spoke turning and resting her chin on Tyler's chest as he wrapped his arms around her back lazily, looking down at her with a sweet smile on his face.

"You would." Y/n scoffed playfully, lifting her hand to smack his chest as he faked hurt and betrayal making her laugh as she moved away from him towards her cup. Turning back to him with the cold drink and a sheepish smile.

"Think i could get another?" Tyler playfully smiled at her, taking the cup and rolling his eyes mocking what she always did, Y/n gasping in fake insult following him towards the counter as he made her another.

"How's your knuckles?" He spoke as he pumped the gingerbread into the cup, watching her eyes sparkle as he did a chuckle coming from him as he poured in the hot chocolate and placed it in front of where she leaned on the counter. Y/n standing up and moving round the counter allowing Tyler to hold her waist as she jumped onto it, his body between her legs as he took her hands watching her open and close her fist.

"It's fine, his face was soft." Y/n laughed as she spoke, watching as Tyler grabbed a clean cloth wrapping ice in it and placing it on her knuckles making her hiss through gritted teeth.

"Such a toughty." Tyler laughed as she glared at him, going to roll her eyes as Tyler handed her her hot chocolate enjoying how she instantly smiled and took it off him gently. The make shift ice pack falling in her lap as he picked it up moving it next to them as he placed his hands either side of her thighs and looked down at her.

"Thank you." Y/n took a hand off the cup to wave him off, dismissing the whole event as though she hadn't defended him against the asshole. Looking at him over the cup she smiled lovingly at him.

"What are best friends for? You never know, one day you might repay me and beat someone up instead." Y/n laughed as Tyler groaned, taking the cup of her as she whined now forcing the ice pack onto her knuckles and holding his warm hand against her now cold one.

"Yeah yeah, let me fix you up." Y/n grinned at him trying to sweeten him up as he tried his hardest to stay serious before he caught her eyes and cracked a smile back.

"You can't get out of everything by smiling." He taunted her, moving the ice pack and placing both his hands over hers to reheat it.

"I don't know, i get out of most things, plus i have the sheriff's son wrapped around my manicured pinky." Y/n cheekily smiled at him as he rolled his eyes and moved to poke her cheek as she moved to slap his hand.

"You're lucky i like you so much." Tyler spoke poking her again to annoy her as she pouted at him.

"You can't help it." She laughed poking him back as the two began laughing and playfully fighting.

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