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The Prophecy (Azriel x Rhys! Sister) Bonus Chapter

AN: I'm happy you guys wanted a bonus chapter because I totally wanted to write one. I'm happy this series was so loved and I can't wait for you guys to see what Azriel fics I'm cooking up next!

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Azriel's Verson: Part 3 (final)

Lucien's Verson: Part 3 (final)

Summary: The only thing worse than having Azriel not know about the bond is watching him and Elain carry on like she doesn’t have a mate as well. Lucien and you have been long time friends but things change after one fateful starfall celebration. It’s not wrong if both of your mates don’t want you right?

Warnings: some fluffy smut, a little Azriel dirty talk, and fluffy ending.

Word count: 2,356

I take a shaky breath and take in the sheer desperation on his face, “I love you too Azriel,” I laugh feeling another tear slip down my cheek.

He doesn’t waste a moment, stepping through my threshold and cupping my cheek to place a searing kiss on my lips. I melt into him, feeling his clothes soaking my own as my nightgown clings to my skin. His hands are on my waist, scarred and cold from the elements but still so intoxicating. My arms wrap around him pulling him further into the entryway. I hear him slam the door shut with his boot drowning out the sound of rain leaving only the music of our ragged breaths as he kisses me deeper.

He pulls away to press his forehead to mine, his wet hair and skin causing drops of water to cascade down my own face.

“I love you so much,” he breathes cupping my cheek to press a chaste kiss to my lips. “My mate.”

I feel my back hit the wall behind me rattling the small mirror mounted on it. Azriel’s hands were greedily pulling on every inch of me. His kiss was frantic and needy, like the man had been deprived of any warm touch for months and come to think of it he probably had.

I feel his hands wandering up the bare expanse of my thighs. Oh how I had dreamed of feeling that scarred skin leaving its brand on me. I had dreamt of nothing else for years. He lifted me onto a small table and I heard a vase crash and shatter on the floor next to us. I immediately rip away from him but it doesn’t stop him from trialing his lips down my neck, like he might cease to exist if his lips and hands aren’t all over me.

“Azriel my vase!” I exclaim laughing at how he isn’t even phased by the broken ceramic on the ground. “We’re going to destroy my house!”

He smirks against my lips, “Then how about we take this upstairs?” he smiles.

There’s a frenzy of shadows and then I’m in my own bedroom, the fireplace roaring to life providing us with light. I had never been so thankful for such blessed light as Azriel peeled off his soaking wet shirt and discarded it onto the chair by the fire. It would dry in no time.

I allowed my eyes to wander the expanse of his body. Sure I had seen the male shirtless before, I had bumped into him taking a steam after the legendary snowball fight 300 years ago and nearly fell to my knees. But this time? This time it was different because he was mine, and he was looking at me with just as much hunger as I did him.

“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice dropping an octave as he took a languid step forward placing his hands on my waist.

“Say what again?” I tease placing a kiss on his bare chest, something I always dreamed of doing. Cauldron help this male, I was probably never going to get my fill of him.

His hand slides under my chin tilting it up, “You know what,” he says more sternly.

I lean in close just brushing my lips against his, “I love you.”

A low growl emits from him as he pulls me into his kiss once more. He pressed his body into me the evidence of his arousal grazing my stomach. I take a couple steps back, my legs hit the bed and before I can let myself fall onto it he slips the straps of my too thin nightgown off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. As soon as he feels my hardened nipples brushing against his chest he looks down taking me in.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he murmurs into my lips, those scared hands wandering over my exposed skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Says you,” I trailing my fingers from his shoulders, over his pecs and down his abs. My hands dip to his breeches where I can see him ready and wasting, but just as my fingers slip under the hem my wrists are yanked up.

“Not yet,” he smiles deviously, landing a quick kiss on my lips. “Lie down on the bed, I want to properly worship my mate.” he orders and if his words.

I hang on every word he says as they drip from his mouth like honey. I let my bare back lay down on the soft sheets of the bed, and his eyes take in every inch of me from where he stands at the edge of the bed. He kneels on the bed, grabbing one of my ankles and bringing it up to his mouth to press a kiss to it. The gesture is so simple yet so intimate, so arousing. Scared hands and soft lips trail up the expanse of my leg, the feather light touches making me grow wetter and wetter where I needed him most. His mouth stops at my inner thigh leaving a light bite mark on the inside of it.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters between my legs, kissing me everywhere but where I want him to.

My breath hitches as I feel the heat of his breath on my sex. Those hazel eyes flit up to me as he slowly lowers his head to my folds. He licks a long stripe up my center and I find my hands tangling in his silken night black hair, pulling and tugging on it as he feasts on me.

“Oh gods Azriel!” I cry out.

The sight of Azriel’s head between my legs, licking and sucking like a starved man was erotic enough to have me curling my toes. But the sound of his mouth on me? The warm wet tongue flicking my clit, the moans of pleasure that reverberated through him? That was truly something to behold.

I feel one of his fingers enter me and I gasp, arching my back off the bed. A scarred hand instantly splays over my stomach, keeping me down. I can feel Azriel’s smirk between my legs as he adds another finger, curling them both to hit that spot that has me letting out a cry. He smiles again, seemingly loving his ability to make his mate scream as he shakes his head back and forth, tongue moving over my clit at a pace that has me trying to arch on the mattress as I feel my claimax wash over me.

“Azriel!” I scream as my legs shake and tremble beneath him.

His hazel eyes watch me intently as I come undone for him, eagerly lapping at my clit taking everything I give him. Even when I’m left as a mess of shallow breaths I still want more of him.

He places one last kiss against my clit, “My mate makes such pretty sounds for me,” he says smugly.

Soft lips covered in my arousal find their way to my hips then my stomach, then the curve of my breast. My breath hitches again as I realize how painfully hard my nipples are and I wonder if it's the bond making me feel this way. The need for more.. more, more, more, more.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, placing a kiss to each taut nipple earning a groan for me.

“Azriel please, I need you,” I beg, running my hands through his hair.

“Shhh I feel it too,” he says, kissing my neck, confirming that the bond is screaming at him too. “Do you know how it felt to come over all the time and find you wearing nothing but those tiny little nightgowns you love so much? How badly I wanted to rip them apart with my teeth and have you right there?” he groans leaving love bites

I let out a small gasp at his words and then think of all the times I felt the same, “What about me?” I laugh as he trails kisses over my jaw, his hard on pressing into my core. I wasn’t sure when he rid himself of his pants but I wasn’t going to complain. “All those times I saw you come back from training, sweaty and dirty? Or the time I ran into you outside of the steam room and you nearly dropped your towel?”

He pulls back to look at me, “I was a fool then, and never again. My mate will have me whenever and however she wants,” he groans pressing a deep kiss to my lips.

“Say it again,” I ask, caressing his face to move the hair from his eyes.

“I love you y/n,” he breathes, kissing me slow.

In one slow movement he enters me fully, a guttural cry falling from my mouth as he buries his head in the crook of my neck.

“Oh gods, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans pulling out slowly and thrusting in again.

His hips move in leisurely motions, as if he’s wanting to savor every moment of being inside me. My hands rake down his back as his fervent sounds in my ear have me needing more of him.

“Azriel harder,” I whimper, digging my fingernails into his broad shoulders.

He smirks and presses a lazy kiss to my ear before slamming into me harder. I let out a strangled sound as I grasp onto him, needing anything to try and ground myself.

“Gods you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans slamming his hips into mine. “Everything about my mate is perfect,” he says, sucking the peak of my breast into his mouth.

“Oh gods Azriel its so-” my words get caught in my throat as he hits a particularly sensitive part of me.

The sounds of skin slapping reverberates throughout the room as I feel myself quickly approaching the cliff I was just standing at the edge of. I’ve been told my whole life that sex is different with your mate, that it’s more than just pleasure, it's the binding of souls. I never believed a word, not caring for semantics and retellings from newly mated pairs who couldn’t keep their hands off each other at dinner parties. But now I understand all of it.

“I love you so much,” Azriel mutters, his voice even deeper and rougher than before.

“I love you too Az,” I pant brushing the hair from his face.

“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight baby,” he groans as his face contorts with pleasure. “You’re going to cum aren’t you?” he asks the cocky persona coming back.

“Y-yes,” I choke out as I feel him piston into me harder.

“Are you on that special tonic?” he asks.

“Yes, I am,” I breathe out, my voice sounding ragged.

“Thank the fucking Cauldron!” Azriel praises his snap into me.

The feeling of him sliding in and out so fluidly, the fullness of him, the euphoria that comes every time he hits that spot, it has me falling apart, tears drifting down my face.

“Azriel I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me darling!” he growls and I feel him getting closer as well.

I cum hard with his name on my lips, feeling the pleasure go through every nerve of my body like a wave. I feel my pussy clenching around him and the second I do I hear him roar, his power trembling the house.

“Oh gods y/n!” he screams and sputters inside of me the warmth of his seed enough to make me want to go for round two just so he can fill me up again.

He collapses on me for a moment, laying his head on my chest as we both pant frantically. I subconsciously run my fingers through his hair, soothing both him and myself. He rolls off me and pulls me to lay on his chest, tilting my head up so he can see me.

“I love you so, so much,” he smiles, placing kisses on my face. “My beautiful, smart, caring, hilarious, perfect mate.” he says accentuating each word with a kiss.

“I love you too Az,” I smile, brushing a thumb over his cheek.

There was a time I thought I would never have this. Never have him. Yet here I was, lying in his arms. My body is coated in a thin sheen of sweat from the pleasure he pulls from me. My lips swollen and red from his kisses I never thought I would receive. I’ve dreamt of nothing else for 400 years.

“What do we do next?” I laugh realizing that all this had started from him coming to my door in the middle of a storm. Outside I could still hear thunder and rain pouring onto the roof.

“Well the conditions are too treacherous for me to fly home so I’ll have to crash here,” he smirks, rolling over so that he’s on top of me. “I hope you don’t mind,” he says, kissing my lips.

“I suppose I’ll take you in for the night,” I tease. “But I meant after that.”

“When the rain stops we’ll gather the family and have the mating ceremony and then you’ll be mine officially,” he says, kissing my cheek. “And then later on I’ll work on giving you some winged babies,” he smiles.

My heart flutters, “Oh Az really?” I gasp grasping both of his cheeks.

“Absolutely,” he nods. “But not until much later, we have all the time in the world and I’ll need to get my fill of you before I can even think about sharing your attention with a couple of baby bats.” he jokes.

“Speaking of getting my fill,” I smirk, rolling him over so that I’m straddling him. “I have 400 years of yearning to make up for,” I tease, placing a kiss on his chest.

“Is that so?” he laughs, throwing his hands behind his head.

“It sure is shadowsinger, you think you were in misery these past few months?” I sink myself onto his cock and both of us groan. “Get comfortable mate, you’re in for a night of ravishing.”

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Paris, je t'aime (Charles Leclerc), Part 3

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plot: it's almost three years since your tumultuous relationships with Lewis and Charles came crashing down. but you find your self in a new city with new beginnings and new ways to fuck up your love life. that's no thanks to a cheeky frenchman who's set you up on a double date with someone oh so familiar.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: (+18) mentions of smut, cheating, violence and some swearing

authors note: part trois, enjoy. i literally wrote this and accidentally deleted my draft. fml. this chapter is going to focus on Charles' perspective of the break up. it may explain a lot of his feelings, i hope you enjoy

word count: 5.2k

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'I’m so grateful that I got the chance to see you again.

Amour xxx ’

Charles has reread this part of the note at least 20 times already. His emotions have been conflicted every since he woke to the emptiness of your side of the bed this morning. Well, it wasn't really your side, just where you slept last night. Or for however long you were there for before you decided to flee. When he rolled over this morning, expecting his arm to wrap around your soft skin, all he felt was nothingness before his arm fell onto the mattress below him. Confused, he opened his eyes to see that you had gone and all that remained was the faint smell of your perfume and a small note.

He immediately grabbed it and was expecting the worst. Had you regretted seeing him again and took the first opportunity to flee? Because you had tried to leave a couple of times yesterday but only for Charles' resistance and pleas, you would have left. And Charles was unsure if you would ever want to see him again.

Could he blame you though ? I mean, he was a total asshole to you last night. If he was being honest to himself, some part of Charles enjoyed being an asshole towards you yesterday. After everything you had put him through three years ago, you deserved to feel some sort of pain or embarrassment. You had left him for a shitty husband, after all. A man who had cheated on you so many times and only seemed to care for your existence when he felt threatened. Which was what your husband had felt when it came you and Charles because at one point in time, you and Charles had loved each other. The two of you were in deep and when things finally felt like they had a chance for the two of you, you threw it back in Charles' face and decided to move away (more like run away in Charles' eyes) to New York with ... fuck, he even hated the thought of his name after all of this time ... Lewis.

The thought of him made Charles' blood boil to this day. He had only ever come across Lewis twice in person but that smug face remained imprinted in his mind. And at night, as he lay alone, Charles' thoughts often drifted to that dinner at Nusr Et where you were celebrating your birthday with Lewis. Unknowingly, Charles and his friends were also having dinner there that night.

Because fate had a funny way of working, the two of you were occupying two tables beside each other and Charles now found himself just two metres away from your husband and he couldn't hide the horror he was feeling. And neither could you, because you went into some weird silent state of panic.

Confused, Lewis had tried to comfort you but couldn't miss the theatrics that were happening on the tables opposite of him. Lewis just had to take one look at you and he understood that Charles, this stranger on the table beside you, was your lover. To everyone else, you hid it behind some heavy champagne drinking that had now taken over your body, but to Lewis it was all of the confirmation he needed. After months of trying to win you back, he had finally found the man who was occupying half of his wife's heart. Unable to have you to himself any more, Lewis decided that he was going to destroy Charles in a shameful display of arrogance, dick-swinging and lust.

In the moment, it had worked. Charles' was humiliated but he wasn't going to give up on you that easily. Lewis couldn't get away with his behaviour any longer, Charles thought. But then he did because one day you had come over to Charles' flat and your ring was no longer on your finger and to Charles, it meant that you were finally single. The two of you could finally be together and he could finally make love to you knowing that you were free from the restraints of your marriage.

But after you had had sex, Charles started talking about the next stage of your lives together. After all, it only felt natural now that you had broken up with Lewis. But you hadn't, he was moving to New York. And so were you...

Lewis and New York had sealed the fate in yours and Charles relationship. It was over, done. He was angry, traumatised, confused but most of all, he was heart broken.

He tried to hate you and at some point, he was sure that his efforts had paid off. Eventually the hatred had become exhausting, or at least trying to hate you was exhausting. After you had left, Charles felt that everything in London had reminded him of you and so he took the opportunity to flee. He had moved back to Monaco for a while, hoping that being at home somewhat healed him. It didn't. Monaco was more relaxing than London and it gave him more time to think, to think about you. He needed somewhere busy. He'd always wanted to move to New York but now, fuck that place.

One day, he reconnected with a childhood friend, Pierre, who was now living in Paris and thought that Paris would be busy enough to occupy his life and his mind. He never told Pierre why he was so open to move. Just that Monaco was a little quiet for a single man in his mid-twenties. So off to Paris and for Charles it occupied his mind, at least for a while. He kept himself busy with work and girls but none of them healed him deep down. No matter what he did, he always thought of you and he always thought about how you were living your life in New York.

Were you happy? How did you get used to living and working in the States? Did you miss home? Did you have babies yet? Were you still married? How was it so easy for you to leave Charles? Did you just use him to get back at your husband? Did you ever really love him? Did you ever even think about him? Even a little? Did you still love him like he knew he loved you?

He had so many questions to ask and none of them had been answered, until now. The funny thing was, despite it being Charles' truth for the last three years, you had never went to New York. And you were now divorced from Lewis.

Charles’ eyes drift back to the note and his anxiety about you not wanting to see him again after all this time had disappeared. You had said that you were happy to see him. His heart fluttered when he saw that five letter word, “Amour”. It clearly still meant something to you and it still meant something to Charles. You were his only Amour.

Feeling tired, Charles shuts his eyes and he realises that you were right. You both needed some time to clear your heads because this situation was fucked up. And while his body felted exhausted from the events of last night, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

Fate was a funny thing and it had somehow brought you back into each other’s lives. As much as he complained about him, Charles was grateful for Pierre. For months Pierre had been harassing Charles to go on dates but Charles, who was much more into just straight fucking than romance these days, was hesitant. He still wasn’t over you and knew that deep down he’d compare every woman to you, despite the two of you having a fucked up relationship.

However, Pierre wasn’t a man to take no as an answer. He was convinced he was the modern day Cupid after all. If taking each of your girlfriends to a PSG match as your first date made you the god of romance, Charles was fine to let Pierre have that title.

But Pierre was like a dog with a bone, he wasn’t letting the one go. He was going to help Charles, who one night drunkenly confused that the only reason he was single was because one woman broke his heart, move on with his life. And there was no better person for him to get over you with than … you.

Pierre had exhausted many opportunities when it came to setting Charles up on a date. From Kika’s model friends, to setting up a Tinder account on Charles’ behalf, to taking him out to clubs. Nothing did the trick. Charles was hopeless.

But then Pierre, god of romance reborn, knew of the perfect person to set Charles up with.

“Charlie, I promise you’ll love her. She’s just as tragic as you are,” Pierre boasted like it was a good thing to be this bad at love.

“You’re really selling the dream here, Pierre,” Charles grunted, at the time he was too busy being preoccupied by FIFA to take Pierre’s proposition seriously.

“No, I’m serious. She’s moved here about six months ago from abroad. She’s divorced and thirty so what’s more tragic than that?”

Christ, Pierre really knew how to find these girls.

“She’s got the best tits, ask Kika. And… oh…. Wait a minute. She lived in London the same time that you did. Maybe you know her?”

Charles grunted once more. “Pierre, ten million people live in London. There’s no fucking chance I know her”.

“Alright, alright,” Pierre protested. “But I’m serious, bro. She’s fucking awesome, she’s just had a hard time at love.”

Feeling a little guilty, Charles conceded.

“Fine! I’ll go on a date with her,” Charles sighed. “But I’m not going on a blind date. Show me a picture so I can confirm she’s at hot as you say she is”.

With smirk like a Cheshire Cat spread across his face, Pierre tossed his phone to Charles.

“Here you go, lover boy”.

With Charles’ expectations at an all time low, he grabbed Pierre’s phone and looked at the picture on the screen.

Oh.

My.

God.

He wants to rub his eyes so he’s sure not seeing things but Pierre already thinks he’s weird enough as it is. It’s..

“Hot, right?”

Charles can barely get his words out, instead he just offers a nod.

“I… what’s… what’s her name?”

“[Y/N]”.

And as soon as the date was set and he knew that he was finally going to lay eyes on you after all of this time, he thought about how he was going to approach your date.

After quizzing Pierre as much as he could about you without raising too much suspicion, Charles felt like he held all of the cards. He had found out that you were divorced, had been in Paris for six months and were basically a mess when it came to your love life.

He’d tried to find out more about your life in New York that led to your divorce but apparently you didn’t want to talk about it that much. And when Charles asked Kika, who he was sure would spill the beans, she gave him nothing.

“She knows nothing about you so I’m not giving you any more details, okay? I’m already pissed that Pierre showed you her picture. It was supposed to be a blind date”.

Charles would cut his losses. But he had found out the important thing that you were divorced from Lewis. A petty part or him was gleeful. You’d have your tail between your legs now. Breaking Charles’ heart didn’t pay off and he wasn’t going to let you forget it.

And as your date rolled around, Charles put a plan into motion.

Step 1: Look hot as fuck ✅

Step 2: Turn up to the restaurant fifteen minutes later than planned. He wanted you nervous and off your guard. If he was going to control the evening, he needed you on edge ✅

Step 3: Try not to fall in love with you all over again as soon as he sees you …

Skipping straight to Step 4: Act as calm and collected as possible. Lead the conversation and if possible, convince her to leave the restaurant to come back to Charles’ for a “deeper chat” ✅

Step 5: Casually ask her about New York and hope that she regrets ever leaving him.

Well, the first part of Step 5 was executed. Everything after that was an utter shit show. Because you pulled an UNO reverse card on his sorry ass and now he couldn’t think straight.

The last three years of his life were a lie. And he didn’t know how to compute it all.

And he lays there in his bed, eyes still closed, he begins to feel guilty about how he spoke to you. How he taunted you about your divorce with Lewis and how your love life had been so pathetic that Pierre and Kika had to hold some sort of intervention. It’s funny, because they’d done the same to him. And maybe that’s what made him act at you so much. Because despite spending three years trying to hate you, you were in the same position as he was. And maybe that meant he hated himself too?

He didn’t have time to analyse that because clearly you weren’t here to tolerate bullshit any more. Your marriage had clearly fed you enough bullshit that you had reached your capacity and were ready to call out anyone who wasn’t treating you properly.

Feeling vulnerable, wounded and not ready for you to walk out of his life again just as you had come back into it, Charles threw one last Hail Mary to catch your attention, he was going to hit you were it hurt.

“Sorry, baby thought you were into men who treated you like shit”.

He wasn’t sure what hurt more. The slap you had given him or the look in your eyes. Broken, horrified. Charles had done that to you, just like you had done to him.

Maybe you were even now. It was petty for him to try and even keep score but Charles felt some sort of closure. He had made you feel just some of the pain that you had given him. And for what? Was it even worth it? Because, as you caressed his face to heal him, you had told Charles about how your life never went as he had believed or expected. Instead, your life was totally different.

And while he was saddened that you had never reached out to build some sort of amends, he was thankful that you didn’t settle into your job and life in the States and that you and Lewis didn’t in fact stay married and have lots of babies.

No, you grown up and even after all this time, you still cared about him.

Some, not all, of the wounds were beginning to heal and he couldn’t help but look at you like he was in love you with again. Because maybe a part of him still was. He just had to look at you for one second back at the restaurant in that peach dress for you to have his heart beating the same way it did the night that you had first met.

You had spent some time talking before the air in the room began to change. Charles was pretty sure it was him that initiated it but the two of you found yourselves in a soft and gentle kiss which only escalated within a matter of time.

Soon, he had pulled you onto his lap and your hands ran all over his body. Charles mentally patted himself on the back for not letting his appearance go because you were hot and bothered as your fingers traced over his skin. Him too feeling hot and bothered, Charles did his very best to get as much of your body out your dress as possible. He had kindly reminded you on a few occasions that the dress you were wearing was meant to get you laid that night.

And he planned on being the guy who was going to do that for you.

Soon, he was sucking on your nipples and every part of your exposed skin could find.

Fuck, he was getting hard underneath you. No wait, was he just hard now as he lay in bed, thinking about last night? Nope. It was both. He was hard last night and he’s been even harder now.

Because last night he had the chance to fondle with you, slip his fingers into your panties before teasing your clit. Where as now, all he has is his own hand to please himself. It’ll have to do because his dick is almost throbbing at the sound of your moans in his ears.

“Fuck Charles,” you gasped. Your voice sends tingles down his spine just it like it used to.

His eyes still closed, Charles runs his hand up and down his shaft. Shit, he wishes it was you that had their hand wrapped around his dick but his own is doing the job and he has to bite down on his lip to stop himself from moaning.

“Oh, Charles,” there you go again, moaning in his ear as he slips his fingers into you, your breasts bouncing in his face and latches onto your nipples once more. You’re so sensitive that your squeal has Charles’ cock twitching.

Holy shit, the thought of you is having him close to cumming already. His hand is moving faster against his dick and he gently thrusts up into it and in his memory, he thrusts his fingers up further inside of you. But this time you don’t pull yourself off of him, in his mind and in his fantasy, you begin to ride against his fingers.

Moans pour out of your mouth as you tell him how much you’ve missed him and how you want to cum so badly.

“Cum for me, amour,” he tells you as you moan at the sound of him calling you amour once more.

You’re close, the movements in your hip falter and Charles too feels that the cock in his hand as almost at its peak.

“Please, Charles. Fuck!”

“Charles, I’ve missed this,” you moan. And after one last big thrust, you cum undone on his fingers.

“Fuck!” Charles grown and he soon opens his eyes as he finishes himself off. His cum soon spills onto his lower abdomen.

Shit.

That felt good.

As his finally starts to catch his breath, Charles rests his head back on the pillow. All it took for him to fall for you again was one disastrous blind date. You have him hooked.

Ready to go to the bathroom to wash away his cum and his busy thoughts, Charles hears his phone buzz.

Grabbing it, he smiles around the phone.

‘Pierre: Charlie, I haven’t heard from you. How did it go? Did you…”

Charles chuckles and pauses before he responds.

‘Mate, I owe you. I think I’m in love with her already’.

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lilystyles · 4 months

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when not in rome.

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authors note idk this was a random thing i wrote at 2AM because i just missed them, i am still working on style so don't worry that should be out soon. also this is set way before no strings, i love writing about them in their previous moments!

brief description harry surprises y/n at her graduation (also listen to love of my life by h whilst readinggg)

warnings! angsty? fluffy? drunk y/n and harry (2.1k)

younger!lhh!nostrings!h x reader

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SIX YEARS BEFORE

University has a funny way of making you feel like you might never cross the finish line. Y/n like everyone else had multiple days where she would just sob and scream from the stress of it all. Exams were totally a torture device.

When Y/n graduated with her first degree before deciding to write her thesis Harry surprised her.

He’d been touring the world with One Direction for months now and she hadn’t seen him since Paris the year before, when he’d surprised her by flying her to join them in their Paris show and they’d had a wild few drunken nights that she felt blurred the lines of friendship into something more.

But after their few days, when the champagne ran out, and she came back home, she sobered and realised that nothing would ever happen between them. And if you spent a few nights with Harry in a limo drinking champagne and dealing with his wandering hands you too would fall for him. Just a bit. It's only natural.

She missed him, though, loads. He was one of her best friends after all.

Around a month ago they phoned each other, it was late for her and the morning for him, she’d been studying and they talked for hours catching up till the sky turned bright for her and her eyes drooped shut. The time between their phone calls had grown longer and longer now, and she missed him. She’d mentioned that she was graduating soon and that they were both supposed to be graduating if he’d stayed in Uni. She remembers them staying up late at parties discussing their futures and how post-graduation Harry was insistent that they’d still be roommates. She realised now that their dream definitely wasn’t a possibility anymore.

He’d told her that instead of being there graduating like they’d suspected he was going to be, he was in Rome at some fashion show gala thing, and his date was this sexy model named Rosalie who had her sex tape leaked a couple of months ago. She was happy for him, but a part of her couldn’t help but be disappointed. She felt like he was drifting away from her every day, but she couldn’t find in herself to be cross with him. He was swept up by the fame of it all, and how on earth could she be mad that he was literally a rockstar? She knew that he was still Harry and she was still Y/n but they weren’t Harry and Y/n anymore. Not like before.

And honestly, she’d probably leave everything and everyone behind, party all night, and sleep with sexy models too if she had the chance to be famous. But she couldn’t sing for shit. So instead she did what she was doing, and shoved her nose in a book rather than in lines off a bathroom sink, and she was rather content with the peacefulness of it all.

All thoughts of Harry were swept away from her mind when she walked across the stage in the grande hall. She was finally graduating! Thank god! She thought. She had a sash that showed she was an honours student, and she was blooming with pride, when they called her name her list of achievements was longer than the four painful years she’d spent studying in their grande libraries. She was so glad to shake the hand of one of her favourite professors and leave, the next year ahead she planned to travel and work overseas, she was excited about that.

But honestly, she was even more excited to get absolutely shit-faced at the graduation after-ball party. She found herself a few pints down, sitting by the edge of one of the fountains, when she nearly fell in at the absolutely shocking sight in front of her.

There was just no way it could be true. I mean he was in Rome, and she was drunk in London. She’d seen photos on her Twitter of him wrapping his tattooed arms around that Rosalie model girl, so how could he be here in London just like that? It was not real, surely. She must be hallucinating and the second-hand smoke of all the spliffs had finally got to her brain. But suddenly the man turned around and Jesus Christ it was him. It was Harry. His eyes were pinched as he searched the crowd and when he finally saw her they lit up, all green like a forest, and his mouth kicked up into that devilish grin of his.

He saw her dumb-struck expression and laughed softly walking toward his best friend. He was dressed in a suit jacket like everyone else, and since they were all drunk none of them noticed it was the Harry Styles of the One Direction AKA the biggest band in the world. To them, he was just some random twat who just graduated too.

His hair had grown all long and curly, and he just looked so much more like a man than when he’d left. Had he gotten taller? More strong? The arms of his jacket strained and Y/n sighed at the sight of him.

She didn't think she'd changed much, but Harry thought she looked even more beautiful than before, if possible.

When he stood right in front of her, her mouth was still wide in utter shock. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He laughed. “Is that all you hafta’ say? Come on, hug your best friend!”

She sprang up from her seat and the silky long dress, which was a teal blue colour. All smooth and tight on her skin was hiked up slightly. Her gown and cap were long gone, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. He lifted her up off the floor and spun them around.

She smelt like peaches and sweetness, and God, he could've stayed holding her for weeks.

She giggled and felt her face hurt from smiling so big. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you!”

When he placed her down, his hands did not leave the curve of her waist. “Surprise, babe.”

“What the- shit- I thought you were in Rome! How’d you even get here?” She asked

He smiled. “I was, got a flight this afternoon. It was the only one coming home, sorry for missing the graduation part.”

She just smiled up at him. “You’re crazy.”

He shook his head landing a hand on her shoulder. “I knew how important it was to you, and I missed you. Sue me.”

She laughed, eyes welling with slight tears. Maybe he wasn’t drifting too far from her after all. “Oh, god, don’t make me cry, you know how I get after a few pints, H.”

He laughed, arms outstretched for her to cuddle him. “Aw, pet, c’mere.”

She smacked his chest playfully but cuddled him nonetheless. “Let’s go get royally fucked, mate,” She whispered and they pulled apart, hands interlocking as she lead him off to one of the pubs where everyone was buying drinks.

It was called The Ducks Nuts.

A few of her mates were inside. Ones Harry didn’t know, but she’d already spent a good portion of the night with them. So she told them her old friend had surprised her and they’d be here and there.

Harry ordered them some shots and eventually the night was just a blur of hands touching each other, as they got so drunk Y/n felt her world spinning. They’d hopped around multiple different pubs and bars and Y/n was so tired. Her heels itched her feet with pain and she ripped them off, along with her bag. As they walked with little purpose she threw her things at him and began to dance in the middle of the road.

Harry was holding her things as she danced in the street showing her best Elton John impression, and he silently decided that was what made her so perfect. She was just herself. And he loved that about her, he loved everything about her.

He laughed and told her what a realistic impression it was, and how they’d met at some award show to back up that comment. She was infinitely jealous, she loved Elton.

On her way back toward him she landed in his arms after losing her footing he shook his head at her.

“You are very drunk, Lovie. Aren't ya'?" He said, in a soft tone one that made her tummy turn in flips.

She sighed as they walked in a direction with no destination in mind. “You aren’t drunk enough, you need to get on my level.”

He noticed her shiver under his arm and quickly ripped his coat off. It swallowed her form and she smiled gratefully hugging the coat around herself. It felt like a warm embrace, and that smell filled her nose and suddenly she was home in her old flat with him, home in Holmes Chapel, home with him. Just home.

“Smells good.” She giggled as she sniffed the shoulder pad, her cheek brushing against the soft material all dog-like. “N’ soft too.”

“Why thanks, it’s Gucci.” He replied.

She rolled her eyes. “Come on then, money-bags, let’s get you as drunk as me.”

They strolled into a tavern near her flat and drank so much tequila that they had to practically carry each other home.

As Harry looked up at the stars and moon, feeling the cool air nip her skin he sighed. He hadn’t gotten this drunk, and been this happy in such a long time. He was giggling contently, as she leaned into him and he silently wished that the night would never end.

He never wanted his time with her to end either. He loved spending time with her, whether they were on an adventure or doing nothing at all. Y/n made it worthwhile.

When they reached the shitbox of a flat she lived in Harry followed calmly behind her, and when one of her neighbours spat a comment about drunken youths he sighed, “I wish you would’ve taken up my offer,”

She looked up at him as she played with the jammy door that never seemed to open on the first try. Shoving her shoulder into it as she managed to finally wedge it open, stumbling inside ungracefully.

And with a roll of her eyes, she ushered him inside. “There is zero chance I’d let my all-of-sudden bazillionaire rockstar friend buy me a flat, just cause he can afford shoes worth more than my entire life savings. Anyway, how could I ever pay it back? I have two p to my name and a packet of noodles in my possessions, Harry.”

He laughed. “Think of it as a graduation present then,”

She sighed. “Just shut up and sit down, and I’ll get some wine.”

It was almost 4AM now, and neither cared. They were beyond drunk, but Y/n missed him and if force-feeding him wine would get him to spend a whole 24 hours with her, she totally would.

When she sat down with two mugs spilling with a cherry red wine, that was the cheapest shit she’d ever bought, Harry laughed. Her wobbly legs forced her to land awkwardly on one thigh practically on top of his. He smiled, one that showed his kind eyes.

Green pools of emerald she wished to swim in for eternity. She laughed at the thought, she really got poetic when she was drunk, huh?

“God, remind me to get you drunk more often.” He whispered.

She sighed. “Oh shut up, and fill me in on life then. Who are you shagging?”

He looked at her pointedly. “Who are you shagging?”

A blush crept up her neck, and suddenly the only secret she had kept from him was threatening to slip past her drunken red-stained lips.

“None of your business, but there’s this hot guy in my physics who I would totally shag,”

He laughed, but underneath it, he felt a jealousy creep up his spine, he knew he had no right since he’d been balls deep in two Italian models this morning, turns out threesomes are a really good cure for hangovers by the way. But despite that, he felt an itch he couldn’t scratch that resembled something pretty close to jealousy.

“What’s he like?” Harry asked.

She shrugged. “Dunno, tall, glasses, got that whole nerdy silent thing going for him.”

“That’s what you like then, silent types?” He asked, running a hand through his long curls, and she reached out to play with one.

She shook her head, and said distractedly, “I don’t know.”

“Makes sense why you never dated me then.”

During primary school, Harry dated every girl in their class including Daisy and Penny, except Y/n who told him she didn’t fancy him. It was an ongoing topic of discussion between them. Why wasn't he good enough? He always asked.

She laughed at that comment. “I know you too well for that, and I get the unfiltered you, and I lived with you which was basically like being married to you. We bickered too much to ever date, Haz.”

He looked at her with hooded eyes, and for some reason that stung, but trying to be light-hearted he said. “Never say never, what if we needed to repopulate the earth?”

She looked over at him and placed a hand on his and kissed his cheek, all soft and slow, and for a moment he thought she might actually kiss him for real but instead, she said. “There’ll be no hope for humanity then.”

He sighed, fake pouting before a couple of minutes of silence passed and he turned to her and said. “Come with me to Brazil.”

Her eyes widened, “What?"

“I leave tomorrow night, come with me.” He said.

She frowned. “What? Come with you? You can't be serious.”

He nodded. “Please? I miss you! And we can party for a whole week together, or sleep, or do whatever the fuck you want! Just come, pack a bikini and something sparkly, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Y/n and Harry did end up going to Brazil but that’s a story for another time.

She stood up from the couch holding her hand out to him, and he slid his into hers. Cool rings grazing the soft skin of her palm.

“Let’s just go to sleep, you're talking like a crazy person.” She said, softly pushing a lock of his hair away from his eyes.

He sighed at her, “But m’ serious, Love.”

“Alright, ask me again tomorrow. That is if you even remember...now come on, let’s listen to Fleetwood Mac and sleep until tomorrow evening.”

Y/n's room was cosy and welcoming. Harry felt his eyes droop at the sight. A tiny lamp shining over them in an orange glow, her cot-like bed covered in blankets and the scent of her likely covering those sheets.

That night they slept in Y/n’s twin bed, cuddling, with Stevie Nicks serenading them to sleep. Cheeks plump and pink from too much alcohol, hands wandering scandalously, and the love in air was thick and obvious.

Before Y/n fell asleep she pecked his lips, in a quick kiss, one that it barely even touched him and said, “Night, mate,”

His lips burned like wildfire, and from that night on, he did think humanity had a chance if it was up to them. Whether or not she believed that.

“Night, Love.”

i have been a bit slack with updates lately...second year of uni is crazy and im already soooo busy, but i missed them and i wanted to write a lil sum for y'all until my next proper update :) BIG LOVEEEE

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pedroschka · 1 year

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Hi! I love your JQ work 💕

I would like to request a cute blurb. This one contains about reader and Joe having a baby together. If you're uncomfortable with that, it's totally fine - just ignore this.

Reader and Joe met on the set of season 4, they're characters are love interest and behind the scenes they also fell in love. A few years later they're married with a baby less than a year old.

The couple shows their baby their scenes. Baby recognizes mama but not dada.

not daddy

dad!Joseph Quinn x mum!reader

A/n: so cute! I couldn't not do it! hope you enjoy <3 (fully inspired by my nephew and his judgement for everyone)

Seeing yourself on TV always comes with a little discomfort, cringing upon hearing your own voice or how your nose looks in some scenes but watching yourself from five years ago hits extra hard.

You and your husband had planned a small movie night together cuddled up on the sofa, but just as he was searching through Netflix to find something to watch, the baby monitor beside you lightens up and the small whimpers from your 18 months old daughter turned into crying within seconds.

You and Joe looked at each other, it's his turn now. He jumped off the sofa and handed you the remote before sprinting up the stairs to her room.

The crying stopped nearly instantly and you could hear Joe's soft talking and shushing through the baby monitor before it went silent and he walked with her on his arm into the living room sitting himself beside you again

"What's the matter little munchkin huh?" You cooed at her "you just ate, you can't be hungry again can't you?" She turned her face into Joe's neck, grabbing his curls in her small hands

"Her nappy is also dry, just think she needs a few more cuddles to sleep hm?" He softly nudged her little head with his nose, soft curls of dark hair on it that looked so much like Joe's, matching their chocolate button eyes and turning her into a tiny version of your husband.

Her answer to him was an even firmer grip on his hair before pulling on it, hard.

"Ow ow ow no baby don't hurt daddy " Joe winced and desperately tried to free his hair from her surprisingly strong grip.

At this she lifted her head up and blinked owlishly up at him, "daddy" her small hand let go of his curls and instead pushed her flat hand into his face, squishing his nose and making you laugh at Joe's deadpanned face

" Surprised she even recognize you with such long hair, you start to resemble Eddie again " you joked, his hair wasn't that long but it reaches nearly his shoulders and was the longest you ever saw it without the help of a wig, wanting to grow it out for his new role.

"You always recognize daddy right, you're a smart girl " he nodded at her

" You wanna bet on it ?" You winked at him and nodded towards the TV where the trailer for stranger things showed up

" Gosh I haven't watched it in years " he turned your daughter around on his lap and pointed with his finger at the screen "without this show you wouldn't even exist now, can you believe this? Not a world I wanna live in " he whispered to her and gives her a little kiss on her head

Your heart felt like it's gonna explode with all the love you felt watching the two most important people in your life, not even wanting to imagine a world without them in it. But Joe was right, if there wouldn't have been so many coincidences lined up onto another, bringing you two together on the set of season four and falling in love in between filming, you maybe would still share a flat with your best friend, jumping from one night stand to another, giving up on relationships and true love.

" Alright but only the fun scenes, don't wanna traumatize her already with watching her mom's bones getting cracked " you mumbled the last part to not get her to catch that and fast forward to the forest scene with both you and Joe, your favorite.

Her gorgeous round eyes lit up and a big smile spread across her cheeks, she starts wriggling excitingly on Joe's lap, having him grab her a little tighter to not let her fall, "mummy!" She turned her head towards you and then back to the screen

" Yes you're absolutely right, that's your mummy! And look who's there too!" You make a surprised face at her and point to the screen where Joe aka Eddie walks into the scene.

But instead of screaming daddy with the same enthusiasm her face turned into the most uninterested little frown her little face could master, plumming her little body against Joe's creating an adorable double chin

"Told ya" you laughed at Joe who frowned down at his daughter

" Look it's daddy " he tried to convince her

"Mummy!" she smiled at you again when she saw your character on the TV but instantly turned blank again when the camera switched towards Eddie, even looking a bit judgy as he threw himself off the bench

"Wow this is the most devastating criticism I've ever received" he tried to cover his disappointment with humor but the little downtown of his lips was clearly visible

"You have to admit, the wig does make you look very different"

Joe huffed as your daughter screeches mummy again and places her on your lap before walking to the TV and standing right in front of it.

You watched in amusement as he starts recreating Eddie's scene, exaggerating the facial expressions and theatrics, making your daughter giggle before screaming "daddy move!" at him

You started laughing hysterically and Joe tried really hard to look offended but eventually couldn't hold his laughter back and ran up to her and held her up in front of him wriggling her around

"What did you just say hm? What did you say" blowing raspberries all over her face and making her screech in laughter, little body shaking

"Don't do this too much she's gonna…."

The loudest fart in baby history echoed through the living room and ended your sentence for you

Her cackling after it rounded it all up

"Alright, she definitely got this from you" Joe stated before holding her away from him and pushing her nappy butt near your face making you screech and hide behind the cushions

TV fully forgotten now.

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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A/N: it’s my first time writing this much angst, I hope you like it. It’s sad. No Happy End.

Please feedback?🥺❤️

Written in the stars

Summary: Steve always loved you. And he’d always love you, in health…and in sickness. Till your forever would end. You two only hoped it wouldn’t happen so soon,

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, cancer, angst, angst, angst, fluff, but it’s sad

You and Steve met 6 years ago, literally bumping into each other on the streets. He had spilled his coffee over your white shirt-yes, very Rom-com cliché. He gave you his hoodie to wear, and his number in case you’d like to call him…

You did.

After six months of pinning, meeting the avengers and a lot of teasing you were together. A perfect, happy couple.

Steve had realized he loved you very quickly into your friendship-two months after meeting you, you had invited him over (not for the first time), but this time you wanted to show him something. Something that you loved. A little hobby and passion of yours.

Stargazing.

While you were laying on the blanket, covered with another one, your gaze was glued to the sky-while Steve had only eyes for you. He couldn’t stop looking at you. Your eyes were so sparkly and pretty…your pretty lips so rosy and soft looking…and the smile creeping over your face whenever you saw a shooting star.

“Oh Steve look! The Coma Berenices…”, your voice brought him out of his thoughts, quickly looking to the sky. “It’s really pretty…”, he mumbled, once again letting his gaze slide to you. “Beautiful even….”

He put his arm around you “come here, little star, have it comfortable”, he laughed gently in your hair, pulling the blanket higher.

You had spent many hours just stargazing. After a while you had put your head on his chest, cuddling him closer, since it was a bit cold. Well, you had the blanket, which was technically enough, but….but you really wanted to cuddle him. And he enjoyed it as much as you did.

When you fell asleep on his chest, talking about the stars and how much you loved watching them. He had known about a few of your hobbies-but you’ve never talked with so much passion about something. It made his heartbeat fasten.

In this new world people didn’t show their feelings or love for other stuff than technology-internet, YouTube or Netflix. Everything was always about social media-and he was an old fashioned man. Don’t get him wrong, technology was great but he enjoyed the simple things. Like sketching or…or just stargazing.

He fell in love.

What he didn’t know was that you had also fallen for him that day.

Steve had asked you if you wanted him as your boyfriend-which was sweet. He didn’t ask you to be his girlfriend. He asked you to be yours.

And he did it again. Three years later.

He asked you if you’d let him be your husband. Be the one at your side for the rest of your life. Be your forever.

But you didn’t know that forever would end so soon.

Five years into your relationship you got married. It was a small ceremony, with Natasha being on your side, while Steve had Bucky standing behind him.

Steve cried. (You did too.)

Natasha said she didn’t cry. (She totally did.)

Bucky cried openly, seeing his best friend-that one that got beaten up in alleys twice a week-getting married.

One year after your marriage you got diagnosed.

You were taken to a hospital, after passing out while shopping with Natasha. She was supposed to help you find a pretty dress for your anniversary.

You tried on a dress, spinning around and needing to sit down after that. Moments later you lost consciousness.

Cancer.

Terminal cancer, to be specific.

You were completely surprised with this diagnosis-shocked, actually. It came out of the blue. Well, you were a bit more tired lately, slept more and had trouble with your appetite. You were often exhausted by doing very simple things, like walking down the stair-lately even carrying the laundry was difficult.

Maybe you should’ve seen it coming?

Steve spent the next hours with you, just holding you in a tight hug.

Needing it as much as you did.

Maybe even more than you.

Definitely more than you.

In the evening he had to leave you, since he wasn’t allowed to spend the night in the hospital. (He tried the Captain America card. Didn’t work. Stupid people. His wife was dying and he wasn’t allowed to be with her.)

He spent the night in Bucky's room, not being able to be alone.

He cried.

Hours passed and he was still crying.

Until he fell asleep.

Three months passed and you felt weaker every day. Steve stopped going on missions to be with you-he didn’t tell you that, but you knew. You knew why he was doing this.

He wanted to spend more time with you. The last days, weeks….as long as you had left. Which probably wasn’t that long anymore. You could tell it wouldn’t take long.

Steve knew it too. He could hear your weak heartbeat. Your heavy breathing…

You slept a lot-making him nervous Every Time you went to sleep or napped. He was scared you wouldn’t wake up one time, which made him scared of falling asleep himself.

Steve gave you a gentle kiss, walking past the couch on which you were sitting. “Hungry, sweetheart?”, he asked, putting his hands on your shoulders and squeezing gently. A small smile crept over your face, while you put your head in your neck and looked up at him. Your eyes seemed so sad…slowly losing their sparkle.

“I could eat”, you mumbled. “Okay, I’ll make you…something that I won’t burn”, he grinned, giving you another kiss. It made you laugh quietly too. He really was a bad cook, always burning everything-but with the many tutorials (and JARVIS’ reminder to check the food) he managed to make decent meals. Even really good ones.

Even Bucky ate with you two once, praising the food, thinking you had cooked. He didn’t believe it, when you two told him the truth. You remember the red blush on his cheeks hearing the praise.

Twenty minutes later Steve sat down next to you, two bowls in his hands, one for you, the other for himself, clearly a much bigger portion. “I think it’s not salty enough-but I’m not sure”, he mumbled, looking at you and waiting for a reaction.

After eating a bite you shook your head quickly. “It’s really good. I like it”, you mumbled, slowly leaning your head against his shoulder. Enjoying the warmth radiating from his body.

If someone had asked you ten years ago, If you wanted to die you'd say yes.

If someone had asked you, If you were afraid of dying you’d say no. Back then, you didn’t care. You didn’t feel like life was worth living. Always working, being stressed and not being able to sleep from all the coffee you were drinking, to staying awake at work. You often had enough, just needing to scream into your pillow to let out your frustrations.

You hadn’t really appreciated life. You hadn’t found your reason to love life.

Until meeting this gorgeous, sweet man.

He made life worth living. You loved every second you spent with him.

Now you are scared. You didn’t want to die. Not when you had your whole life with Steve before you.

A single tear rolled down your cheek. You didn’t want to leave Steve behind. He didn’t deserve it.

While Steve had made your life worth living, the same happened to him. Having met you, he finally felt like he had a purpose. Not as Captain America, but as Steve. You made him happy.

“Today is a meteor shooting. Maybe you’d like to watch it? I could put some blankets on the roof…make us some snacks…”, Steve mentioned one day, while you were a bit stronger than the days before, taking a walk outside.

Steve still wanted you to hold onto his arm, which you gladly did, leaning your head against his bicep.

Smiling brightly, you looked up at him. He finally saw some of the sparkle he had missed so much. “Yes, it’s so sweet you remembered, Mr Rogers”, grinning you gave him a kiss on his cheek-to do that you needed to step on your toes. Steve pulled you a bit closer, kissing your lips gently. “Of course I remembered Mrs Rogers. It’ll be a beautiful night”, he whispered, giving you a few gentle kisses on your face.

A few hours later you two were laying down on a blanket on the roof, with you cuddling against his chest. He was like a human heat pack- “I’m what?”, you felt your cheeks blush, realising you had said these words out loud. “Oh god, sorry Steve-it’s just you’re so warm”, you laughed quietly, matching his own laugh.

He shook his head slightly. “Yeah, okay, you’re always telling me I’m warm but…a heat pack? Interesting” Steve grinned, looking at the sky, slowly turning a darker shade, from the most beautiful rosy, organ he and purple shades the the dark night shades, lighted with beautiful bright stars.

Both of you sighed, watching the stars shining brighter than ever.

It felt special.

A special, beautiful night.

“There’s the constellation Coma Berenices…”, you pointed at the sky, where you saw it-knowing that Steve had no idea what you were talking about, but he liked listening either way. He tried to find it. “I remember you’ve mentioned it a few times before…What does it look like?”

You pointed once again at the stars. “These…these three stars in the half square are the main stars” “what is it about?”he asked, looking at the stars you were pointing at.

A small chuckle escaped your lips. “It’s a constellation for lovers-well, technically for the sacrifice of the beautiful hair of Queen Berenice of Egypt. She did it for her husband Ptolemy…was so concerned for his safety when he went off to war….so she vowed to cut off her glorious long hair as a sacrifice to Venus”, you whispered, closing your eyes slowly.

“Did it work?” Steve sounded hopeful, making you smile a bit. He had such a good heart. “Yes. He came home safely…and Zeus placed Berenices beautiful hair in the heavens to shine among the stars…” “that’s a beautiful story.”

You nodded slowly. “It really is….I get why she did it. I’d do everything for you too”, you whispered. Steve was quiet for a moment, looking at the brightly shining stars. He kissed your head gently. “I’d do everything for you too. Meeting you was the best thing that happened to me.”

Smiling, you put your arm around his waist, inhaling his rich smell. “I love you, Steve. You’re the love of my life…the reason I was the happiest I’ve ever been in the last few years. God, you’ve no idea”, you said, which nearly ended in a sob. Steve felt like he could cry himself, which he often did.

“I love you too, my little star.”

You smiled, looking at the Coma Berenices again, then also seeing another shooting star. Then you closed your eyes again, cuddling a bit closer against his chest.

Lying in Steve’s arms was an incredible feeling.

He was your home.

It’s the best place you could imagine ever being.

It was perfect.

For a while you two just watched the shooting stars. The sky was filled with beautiful and bright lights. Nature was the most beautiful thing. Incredible.

Feeling Steve hugging you even closer-if that was possible-made you sigh quietly, softly.

If hugs could heal, you’d never be sick in the first place. Maybe they did. Maybe Steve’s embrace was the only thing you needed.

The pain stopped.

Steve stroked over your hair gently. Another star fell, making him smile lightly. “Look, another one.”

But no answer came. “Sweetheart, we’ve been here for only two hours, you can’t sleep now”, he laughed, gently shaking your shoulder.

You still didn’t move.

He took a deep breath, listening to your heartbeat.

Silence.

Gently kissing your head he stroked over your hair, not holding the tears back anymore. It was over. Your pain was over.

And he was happy he was with you, till your forever came to an end. You weren’t alone. You died in his arms.

In the arms of your true love. He knew you were happy in your last moments, doing what you loved the most, watching the stars. With him. He knew you loved him, he saw it in your eyes everyday. Even when your sparkle vanished, he saw love.

“I’ll love you till my forever ends, my little star…”

And looking up at the sky he knew you were looking right back at him. Free. At peace.

Thank you for reading!

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I’m thinking about writing another one shot about this-maybe some fluff and cute memories or something, or Steve’s life after…I’m not sure, but I enjoyed writing this. (Even if it broke my heart, it was nice to write something like this)

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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"You've always been there," Steve whispered.

The words swirled around in Nancy's head as she stared at him. The images of Steve’s dream intermingling with her own, not destroying anything or taking away from her dream. No, it was combining with her dream and making it bigger, making it brighter. She could see it, crowding in the RV with the kids and their dog, of course. She was making last-minute changes to an article with Steve trying to settle the kids down and then with them both succeeding as they yelled together. Watching Steve on the beach, talking with their oldest as they confided in him about their sexuality, and Steve hugging them tightly. Their child giving Nancy a thumbs up. She could see herself dancing with Steve on the beach, laughing as Steve let her take the lead. Both of their reflexes kicked in, and they managed to catch a kid before they did something stupid. Steve and Nancy are arguing passionately without any heat behind it.

"Nancy, are you - "

Nancy pulled Steve into a deep kiss, nails scraping against the nape his neck as she pressed her lips hard against his. She pulled back without waiting for a response. Steve looked at her, blinking slowly as his mouth fell open.

"Um, I mean, I hope you didn't feel pressure to do anything. I just thought you should know how I feel even though I know you're with Jonathan - " Steve started to say.

"We fizzled out months ago," Nancy said. "I don't think we were ever going to work out, but I think I needed to try with him, and I think we both needed the time apart to really decide what we want. In the back of mind, you've always been there too."

"Yeah?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Nancy said. "About your dream - "

"Uh, we don't have to do all that if you don't want to," Steve said nervously.

"Can we have a dog?" Nancy said.

"Uh, yeah, definitely, and about the six kids thing, I was joking - I mean, not that six kids is a terrible thing, and not that we couldn't handle it but I was thinking a couple and I always thought when I had kids, I would adopt because - ," Steve was saying quickly.

"Yes! This is going to sound weird, but I totally have a phobia of pregnancy - " Nancy said.

"Me too!" Steve exclaimed with a grin. "It totally freaks me out, but also, I want to give kids who don't have a home, well, a home."

"Me too," Nancy said and winced. "It freaked me out when Mom was pregnant with Holly. She thought I hated my sister."

"The movie Alien for me," Steve blushed.

"There's so many things we still don't know about each other," Nancy said with a smile. "I can't wait to find out more."

"Me neither. Also, we're probably going to have to get an apartment over the garage for Robin to grow old in," Steve said, and Nancy laughed. "We have a death pact, so you're going to have to appeal to Robin if you want to get in on that."

"Well, I think I can manage," Nancy said with a smile. "I like Robin. You know, I was jealous of her because I really thought that you and her were, well, together."

"No, platonic with a capital p, platonic soulmates," Steve said and smiled. "It's cute to think that you were jealous."

"Shut up," Nancy smiled. "Anyway, it's not a problem. None of this is. . .I mean, I think we definitely still need to talk about these things, but I think my biggest fear when we were together was turning into this nuclear family, picture perfect on the outside but unhappy on the inside. I realize now that that's where my relationship with Jonathan was going. I know now that our family is going to be anything but nuclear."

"Yeah, I think I was trying so hard with trying not to be like my parents with, you know, pretending like everything was okay that I was turning down that road anyway," Steve said.

"I think we just had really poor timing," Nancy said softly.

Steve leaned down and kissed her. Nancy wrapped her arms around his neck as she returned the kiss. She could feel wetness on her cheeks. Was she crying, or was Steve? Oh, they were both crying and smiling into the kiss. Nancy broke it and buried her head into Steve’s neck, hugging him tightly as Steve did the same.

"I love you, Steve Harrington, I always have," Nancy said.

"I love you too," Steve whispered.

"Hey, the house is up - Oh, shit, I'm interrupting!" Robin squealed. "Oh, is this happening? This is definitely happening. Yes!"

Nancy pulled away from Steve with a laugh.

"I think I'll be okay with having her live above the garage if she's going to be this supportive," Nancy said.

"He's talking about the garage thing again?" Robin sighed. "What's going to happen when I get a girlfriend?"

"Oh," Nancy said with a smile. "Oh, just tell her you live with your platonic soulmate, his wife, their kids, and their dog."

"Oh, is that all?" Robin asked.

"It's a sitcom that I'd watch," Steve quipped.

Nancy laughed with Steve and took his hand as they walked to the Creel House. She watched Robin take his other one, and she couldn't help but wonder how she ever could have thought that they were anything but platonic. They were going to get through this, and with great difficulty, they did. In the end, they saved the world, they saved Max, they saved Eddie, and they saved each other.

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whenrockwasyoung19 · 2 years

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New Fic Alert!

The New Guy and the New Girl

Jimmy Keene x (adult) Reader

No real warnings apply. It’s just some cute fluff. Bit of romance, no sex

Summary: Y/N just started working at the prison as a dentist. You never would’ve thought you’d end up here, but here you are. You’re a bit nervous about this new job, but then you meet someone who seems to make it all better.

You didn’t ask for this job. You didn’t ask for metal detectors, or the occasional drug test, or all the badges, or the constant surveillance.

But you did ask for something, and you asked the wrong person.

You left dental college about six months ago with one, simply request: to get a job as a dentist as quickly as possible. As your mother reminds you, again, and again, you’re not getting any younger. “Yes, mom”, you’d say in your head after each undesired reminder, “I went to school a little late.” Four years to be exact, but only because you got a little sidetracked by a guy and Europe and Italian cheeses. But after the divorce papers were signed, you found your way back to reality.

And once you finally reached the end of school, you could finally scoop up a bit of that American Dream your grandma always talked about. So you applied for jobs. You thought it’d be easy to get a job as a dentist. You don’t know where that notion came from, but it came and stuck with you, until it was forced after you after the eighteenth rejection email.

But finally, after a couple of months of searching, you got an interview. The brief convo with the hiring manager was, as you expected, pleasant. In the pre-interview, you were, as you’d always intended to be, confident, cool, unwavered. The interviewer was impressed by this ‘unwavering’ quality, as they noted. This also didn’t surprise you. What did surprise you was the location of the interview: The Outer Depths Prison, about 28 miles south of Chicago.

Somehow, you never saw yourself ending up in a prison, and yet, you found yourself interviewing at one. You went through the usual checks, background checks, fingerprinting, all pretty routine, but they also had to strip search you–that was quite unusual. Though, the CO was quite cute, so you didn’t mind as much.

The interview, despite being a little shaken up by the strip search, went well. Once again, the interviewer admired your confidence and unshakability. A week later, you showed up for your first day.

Your first patient was a fairly young guy, about your age. He had dark hair, brushed back, though not totally tamable. For some reason, he always had a few pieces that stuck up or fell in his eyes. As a result, he was always playing with it. He could never quite leave it alone.

As soon as you saw him, you asked yourself how he got in here. He wasn’t like the other inmates–not that you would know. You’d never met them. But you’d seen prisoners on TV, so you knew the type. This patient was the type. Sure, he had the right build for it. His shoulders were broad, his arms were like two thick tree branches. You had never seen his chest, but you imagine he had abs to match those shoulders. Despite the football player build, there was a certain softness there too. You sensed it before he even spoke. His hazel eyes were the dead giveaway. They weren’t hardened, like the COs you’d met, or the couple of prisoners you’d seen in the distance upon arrival. Not him. There was something vulnerable right behind his eyes.

You knew he wasn’t like the others the first time he spoke.

“Hello,” he had said in a gentle voice, “I’m Jimmy.”

“Dr. Y/N, at your service.”

“The guard said to take it easy on you. He said you were new.” Something shifted then, in his voice and in his eyes. There was a certain confidence there. Was it cockiness, or was it charm? You couldn’t tell, but you wanted to keep listening to find out.

“I am new, but I have worked on patients before, just in a different setting,” You replied. You didn’t tell him that you’d only worked in dental school and not in the real world.

“S’alright,” he continued, smirking, “I’m new too.” There was something in the way he looked at you. He was still that confident jock that he had eased into, but that softness in his eyes was creeping back in. the two sides of him, soft, gentle soul and cocky jock were sort of melting together. And you wanted to keep listening.

“When did you arrive?” You asked him. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to ask that. In fact, you didn’t know what was taboo and what was fair game.

“Last week,” he answered. The confidence melted away, and you could see the weight that was bearing on him. You briefly wondered what he left behind, a home, maybe a job, possibly a family. “It’s only been about eight days, and with about 700 more to go, it feels like time has totally stopped. I’d like it to move quicker.”

“It will,” you told him. “I went into dental school late, like really late. So when I saw that it’d take four years, I just felt this dread pass over me. I was really going to have to spend another four years in school, another four years not working, living with my parents, and not really moving forward. Okay, bad example, dental school is nothing like prison.”

“You were in purgatory,” he noted, in a surprisingly non-judgemental way, “I can see what you meant.”

“Well, in that case, I can assure that your sentence will eventually end. The 700 days will come to an end, and you’ll move forward.”

“Like you’re doing,” he noted.

“Like I’m doing,” you echoed.

There was a slight pause, as you both seemed to forget why you were here. And then you remembered: dentistry!

“Sorry, sir, you had a toothache.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s over here…”

It turned out, his tooth was perfectly healthy. He just had some untreated gingivitis, and the inflammation was causing him some pain. He had remained somewhat calm and collected while you checked him over, but in the moments before you announced his diagnosis, you could see how tense he got. So, you happily announced that there was basically nothing wrong, and he’d just need a regular cleaning to sort him out.

During his cleaning, the two of you continued to chat. You quickly learned that Jimmy was a big baseball fan, but he wasn’t a Cubs fan. Perhaps revealing a bit too much (which you could tell by the way he blushed) he admitted he didn’t like the Cubs out of slight rebellion. His father was a die-hard Cubs fan, so he grew to love the Red Sox, even though he’s only been to Boston once. You told him that you used to be a Cubs fan, but decided to back the Yankees since you wanted to support a winning team.

After swapping some baseball stats, and fighting over a recent game, your conversation eased into one about TV. Jimmy revealed that he missed TV.

“Don’t you guys have a TV room,” you’d remarked.

“Yes, but I’ve never gotten control of the remote. I always end up watching the news, Letterman, or TV Land, and that doesn’t interest me much.”

You ask him about his favorite shows, and he tells you all about his favorite cop shows, like Miami Vice and Hawaii Five O. the irony doesn’t pass him by.

After pulling away to let him speak, he said. “Not sure if I can watch those shows anymore, now that I know what it’s like to be in the back of a police car.”

You had so many questions for him. You wanted to know what he was in for. It’s minimum security prison (or minimum for short, you learned), so nothing too terrible. Just something illegal and bad enough to get him two years. You also wanted to know why he did whatever it is he did, and what kind of life he led before prison. But you were just his dentist, not his psychologist or his girlfriend, so you didn’t ask.

You just asked him something you’d always wanted to know. “I now know what it’s like to be inside a prison, but I don’t know what it’s like inside a police car.”

“Shitty,” he answered, as he tried to stew together something more eloquent. Swallowing hard, he continued, “I had to just stew in the knowledge that I had ruined my own life.” he laid back down and opened his mouth. “Sorry, you were in the middle of something, and I’ve been babbling on.”

“No, it’s okay,” I answered. “A little insight into what it’s like in here wouldn’t hurt.”

“I can tell you what it’s like. Hell. just hell. Like, when I say that, I don’t mean in the colloquial sense, just like, hey it’s hell in there. I mean it as a pretty apt metaphor here. It is hell; we’re trapped here, like demons in hell. We’re given shitty food, which I imagine is the case in hell. It’s hot as hell because the air condition has been broken all summer. And you have to constantly worry about pissing off the wrong person, or else your ass is getting beat.”

He then looked up at me with those vulnerable eyes of his. Once again, he seemed to think he’d said too much.

“You asked,” he added cheekily.

“I’m glad I did,” you answered, swallowing hard. “I think I need to know how people in here think; otherwise, I won’t be able to talk to them, to reach them. I’ll just be an outsider to them.”

“You are an outsider,” he remarked, “But in a good way. You don’t want to fit in here. Trust me.”

“I don’t think you do, either.” You surprised yourself with that comment. “I don’t think you’re one of them.”

“I am one of them,” he insists.

“Okay, fine,” you relent, because you weren’t about to argue with a stranger about things you didn’t fully understand yet. “We aren’t that alike. But we are alike in one way: we’re both trying to get our footing here.”

He nodded then. “I think we’ll find it. I’ve certainly gotten more used to this place. Perhaps you can as well.”

“Perhaps I can.”

“Now,” he continues abruptly, “Shouldn’t you finish cleaning my teeth?”

“Right!”

Eventually, the appointment comes to end once you finish cleaning his teeth. He gives you a smile, a much brighter one, and tells you, “You’re doing awesome. So don’t let this place intimidate you, alright? You’ve got this.”

“So do you.”

None of your other patients could really measure up to Jimmy. Some were nice, some were mean, some were shockingly cowardly (going as far as to cower in the corner), and some were tough enough to withstand the worst novocain shots. But none of them were like Jimmy. Very few were as open to chatting with you as he did. Most of them had real dental problems, so you couldn’t waste time chatting away while you had to drill and fill and extract. And when they did talk, it was always light fodder. Small talk. You’d discuss the lunch menu, the status of the air conditioning, the itchiness of the sheets, and how people were spending their commissary money. But nothing thought-provoking or particularly memorable. These were conversations you’d forget about in a week. But it’d been weeks and you hadn’t forgotten your conversation with Jimmy.

Then, without much of a warning, Jimmy returned. He just appeared in your office doorway one day.

“Do you mind having a look at something?” He asked you. You nodded and invited him inside.

“How have you been?” You asked him. “Have you adjusted okay?” He rocked his head back and forth, and you knew what that meant; he hadn’t adjusted, at least not much.

“I can’t really sleep,” he noted, scratching the back of his neck. “And I think I’ve been grinding my teeth, which sucks because I’ve really looked after my teeth. Two months in here, and I’m fucking them up.”

“Okay, let me have a look.”

He nodded, taking a seat in the chair. You took a seat at his side. He was laying down, and you were hovering over him. Your eyes met his, and you thought, for a second, you might melt. He then popped open his mouth, and you remembered that you had to do your job.

After poking around his mouth for a bit, he asked you, his voice muffled, “How have you been? I meant to ask earlier, but we jumped into this a little fast.” You pulled the tools out so you could have your convo. You couldn’t help but get butterflies as you geared up to talk to him.

“Alright,” you answered, “I’ve finally gotten my own apartment. It’s in the eastern part of Chicago.”

“Nice, I used to live in the Northeast…”

You begin swapping stories about the city, exchanging your favorite pizza joints and Greek restaurants. You quickly discover that he's Italian and a bit of a connoisseur of the local Italian restaurant scene. You tell him about the handful of good Iranian food spots in the area.

“I have to admit,” he replied sheepishly, “I haven’t had it.”

“Most people haven’t,” you replied flatly. “But I can make some recommendations–for when you get out.”

“In one year and ten months,” he noted.

“One year and ten months,” you affirmed, “See, that’s already much shorter than when we met. And does that feel like it was so long ago?”

He raised one apprehensive eyebrow. “Kinda, yeah,” he replied. “Does it feel that way too?”

“I’m not counting the days,” you answered.

“Really?” He sounded surprised, which puzzled you. “You’re not counting the days until you can get a different job, maybe one without a barbed wire fence.”

“I’ve thought about it, but I don’t know if and when that’ll happen. I’ve spent years of my life reaching towards some far off goal. It’d be nice if I could just stand still, for a bit, you know, just enjoy what I have now.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think this is the place to do it.”

“It isn’t so bad on my end. Once I’m in here, and the doors are shot, and the CO goes outside the door, I feel like I’m in a regular dentistry. And once the patients come, and I start working, it all just feels like dentistry to me. Really, you don’t have to worry about me.”

He looked at you, really looked at you. You had to know what he was thinking. What did he want to know about you?

“I’ll try not to worry about you,” he sighed.

“You worry about me?”

“Course,” he answered with a coy smile. “The loonies that walk through that door. I think about you all the time, asking myself how you’re managing in this place.” “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking the same thing.”

He gazes at you. You recognized that gaze. Men have looked at you before. In particular, a man you divorced.

“So,” you start searching around for your tools, your eyes darting all around your tray. At last, you pick one up. “You wanted to know if you were grinding your teeth.”

“Oh, that,” he said flatly. You catch something in his voice, something off.

“Yeah, you said you were grinding your teeth. Right?”

“Can I be honest with you?” He said in a soft voice.

“Of course,” you answered, dropping your gaze. “What do you need?”

“I’m not grinding my teeth. At least, I don’t think I am. I only said that because,” he paused and sighed. “Oh god this sounds so middle school.”

“What?” You said teasingly. Perhaps you were back in middle school.

Smirking, he explained, “I lied about my teeth because I wanted to see you.”

You looked up at him with a wide, doe-eyed expression. You tried to shake it off, but you couldn’t stop staring.

“You wanted to hang out with me?”

He smiled and nodded. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Well, I’m glad you stopped by because I have been wondering how you were holding up.”

“You know,” he added coyly, “What if I were to need some more dentistry done.”

“Like what? Your teeth are remarkably perfect.”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, because it’s not real. It’s just an appointment slot that you’ll leave open for me.”

“How often?”

“Mmm, I don’t know. Once a week?”

That made you smile a big goofy smile. “Once a week, you and I can just come in, chat for a bit, and I’ll send you on your way.”

He nodded, “Yeah, just some chatting.”

But as soon as he said that, you knew it wasn’t true. You knew what you were slipping into, but you did nothing to get your footing. You just said, “I want to see you again, and again, and again, and again.”

And that cocky confidence punched its way through the softness, “Likewise.”

And you melted right then and there, like puddy in the hot sun.

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medusapelagia · 10 months

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17 AU-gust: Fallen Angel

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none WC: 1466

Steve looks at his old profile on the dating app.

FallenAngel92.

Robin chose the name obviously.

He hasn’t opened the app in years, but a few weeks ago Billy broke up with him and now Robin has finally convinced him to open the old app and put himself out there once more.

The break up wasn’t a hard one, after years of relationship something shifted and when Billy was offered a good position in San Francisco he simply couldn’t say no. He even asked Steve to come with him, but Steve couldn’t leave Robin and they decided to break up.

They still text each other stupid memes, but they are no longer together and a few hours ago Billy posted a picture on Instagram where he was kissing another boy.

Which is fine. Totally fine. But made his heart ache a little.

So FallenAngel92 is back, looking at some random pictures, trying to understand from a fake smile and a photoshopped photo if he might like the person behind the nickname.

He looks at the pictures of boys and girls, but he was never good at choosing, he was always the chosen one.

He met Billy in High School, they started as enemies and ended up as one of the few gay couples of Hawkins.

It was hard, Steve’s parents don’t talk to him anymore, but he knows that he would have never had the courage to kiss a boy if Billy hadn’t kissed him first.

And what a kiss it was.

In the lockers, after they won the Championship game.

Well, Billy is far away with another guy and Steve has to try to meet new people. another thing he is not good at.

Even if he is a caring and lovely boy, somehow the first impression he makes on new people is always a bad one. Even Robin, who is like his platonic soulmate, thought that he was nothing more than a bully for months before they became friends.

That’s why she suggested going back to the app, just to make some practice of small talk.

What he is not expecting is to find an inbox after a few minutes of scrolling.

And from MetalDemon, nevertheless! Somehow it feels like a sign.

“Did you hurt yourself when you fell from the sky, FallenAngel?”

Ok. That’s cheesy. But with a nickname like that, he can’t really complain.

“Being a demon, you should know a thing or two about falling, don’t you?”

“Oh, I know a lot of things about falling. I usually fall on my knees for pretty boys like you. Do you really dress like a cute little sailor?”

Shit. He forgot to change his profile picture! It’s an old one for a Halloween party where he dressed in the Schoop Ahoy Uniform he wore at work during his first year of college.

“Well, that was a Halloween party. I usually dress more casually.”

“So no feathers for me?”

Steve snorts “Are you into feathers?”

“I’m into you, big boy. Your profile says that you are in Chicago. I’m here too for a few days and my job is beating my ass. Would you like to meet for a drink?”

He hasn’t had a date in years! He doesn’t know if he is ready for that.

He calls Robin right away, even if he knows she is still working at the pub.

“What’s the emergency? Did the house catch on fire? We have insurance somewhere.” she replies immediately.

“Not that kind of emergency Rob. The kind that someone is asking me out on that stupid app and I don’t know what to say.”

“Is he handsome?”

“I can’t really tell. He is playing in his picture and all I can see it’s the guitar and the hands. He has a lot of rings!”

“Mmmh… Do you feel ready?”

“I don’t know.”

“You know what? Ask him to come to the pub. I’ll be here and if anything goes wrong I’ll save you. No questions asked.”

“You are the best.”

“I know I am, but I’m still on the clock. Talk to you when I get back home! Love you dingus!”

“Love you too!”

“Sorry, a friend of mine called. Would you like to go grab a drink at the Upside Down?”

“Upside Down?”

“It’s a little pub I usually go to. But if you have any other ideas…”

“No, it’s fine, I’m not from here so everywhere is fine for me. Just text me the address and I’ll be there.”

“Ok. How we will recognize one another?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m sure we will find each other.”

***

Steve is sitting at the bar counter, sipping his second beer and there is no sight of MetalDemon.

He sighs. He shouldn’t be disappointed. He just texted a man he doesn’t know and he didn’t show up. It happens all the time. Still, it hurts.

“One more?” Robin asks, getting closer to him.

Steve looks at the clock, he has been waiting for almost two hours. He should go back home. Tomorrow he has to work.

“No, thanks, I’m fine. Thank you for keeping me company, I’ll see you at home.” Steve leaves some bills near his glass and goes toward the door, only to find himself hitting the floor hard.

“What the fuck!” he complains, holding his elbow.

“I’m so sorry! I was in a rush.” a dark-haired boy says, trying to help him lift from the ground.

He has slender fingers and many rings.

“MetalDemon?” he asks, confused.

“Oh god. It’s you. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry…” but the boy doesn’t have the time to finish his apologies that Robin is between the two of them.

“You let my friend wait for you for two hours! You could have at least texted!”

“I know! I’m so sorry! But it wasn’t my fault. I mean. It was but it wasn’t! I just broke up with my boyfriend and one of my friends decided to set me up with some random guy and when he told me I got angry and I didn't really want to come. But then he told me I was being stupid and selfish, that at least I could have gone and grabbed a beer and I felt bad, and I wanted to come sooner but that stupid groupies will not let me go and…”

“Groupies? What?”

“Oh. I’m the lead singer of the Corroded Coffin. Didn’t Gar tell you that?”

Steve shakes his head, but he knows perfectly well the Corroded Coffin.

“Oh my god. You were at Hawkins High School! You won the battle band and got a contract with a major label.”

“How the fuck do you know?” The black-haired man looks at him confused, and then something clicks “Harrington? Is that you?!”

He nods.

“Oh my god. I’m going to kill Gar. I will. I swear! You are not some fucking random guy!”

Robin stares at them confused, and then she decides “Take a seat, I’ll give you the menu and you will explain to us what the hell is going on.”

Long story short, Eddie confesses that he had a crush on Steve since high school but when he finally resolved to confess his feelings to Steve, Billy beat him and he never got another opportunity.

“I found your profile on that app years ago, but I never dared to text you and then you disappeared again.”

Steve nods, he tried to use the app when he and Billy were having a crisis a few years ago but he never really chatted with anyone.

“Gar was playing with my phone, I suppose he saw you were online and he texted you. I’m so fucking sorry. I will understand if you don’t want to have anything to do with me anymore.”

Steve sighs.

His nickname is not random. Robin chose it because it represented Steve. A good guy destined to fail.

He should not be surprised that his first date ended up like this.

“You know what? I think you could be a good influence on our sad little angel. What do you say if you continue this conversation at home? We are closing and I’m dead on my feet.”

“Would you like that?” Eddie asks, shyly, and Steve finds out that he does.

He doesn’t care if this will turn into a relationship or not. Eddie is funny and has so many anecdotes to tell that the times fly and they end up talking till dawn.

When Eddie leaves Steve’s apartment he gives him his personal mobile phone.

“I’ll be back in Chicago in a couple of months. Would you like to go on a date with me? A real one?”

Steve nods, smiling, maybe this FallenAngel was always doomed to fall into a MetalDemon’s arms.

#tumblr fic #myfanfic #steddie #au gust 2023 #fallen angel #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #writing challenge #medusapelagia fanfic #medusapelagia #my fanfic

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hope-for-the-best-98 · 2 years

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When You Feel Insecure (Eddie Munson X Reader)

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Summary: Eddie helps you when you're feeling insecure about yourself.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), fingering, piv, mirror sex, dirty talk, drabble heavily implies reader has insecurities about her appearance. (Please let me know if I have missed anything).

A/N: Work's been pretty hectic right now, so not writing as much as I want. But I am still (very slowly) making progress with the next chapter of Study Sessions, so please don't think I've abandoned it! But enjoy this little smutty drabble that has been taking up my brain the last week or so. I've discovered I am very out of practice with writing smut, so please be gentle with me...

You bought the dress months ago, a pretty off-the-shoulder red number that you fell in love with straight as you saw it in the store window. You only needed a few words of encouragement from Eddie to take the leap and buy it.

Red’s your colour, sweetheart. And I think it would look really good on the floor of my bedroom, and your bedroom, my van too…

But now as you stand in front of your mirror, adjusting the neckline and trying to pull the bottom of it past your knee, you feel… Wrong in it. You’re thinking this would be the one, the confidence booster you have been craving for the last couple of days. You didn’t want to wear a basic pair of trousers and a blouse for Wayne’s birthday meal. You want to make an effort, look nice in something that wasn’t your work uniform or a band shirt you wear to Eddie’s gigs. You just want to feel beautiful. Something to make you feel right in your skin again.

You hear a knock at the door and you wipe under your eyes to catch the unshed tears before they fall. “Come in.”

Eddie pushes the door open slowly, presenting you with that shit eating grin like he always does. He’s even made an effort to look presentable for the dinner. Dressed all in black, wearing his signature leather jacket that you steal at any chance you get. “Hey, baby. You nearly ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m just…” You sigh quietly, pulling at the fabric hugging your waist. “Finishing up.”

He nods his head, wolf whistling at you as he approaches. “You look perfect, Angel. We’ve gotta meet Wayne at the restaurant in like twenty minutes, so if you’re nearly ready-”

“I know, Eddie!”

“Hey, hey…” He soothes, gripping your bare shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

You shrug him off, turning away from him as you reach back for the zipper. “I hate how I look in this stupid dress. I don’t know why I bought it.”

“You’re kidding, right? Like, you’re totally fucking with me? Is this like a boyfriend test or something?”

You glare at him over your shoulder. “Just help me with the zipper. I need to…” You trail off, looking at your clothes scattered across your bedroom floor. “Find something else to wear. ”

You turn to face the mirror as he steps behind you, sighing quietly as you feel his fingers on the back of your dress. You wait for him to unzip it the rest of the way, but instead he pulls the zip back up and pats your back.

“Eddie, we don’t have time for this-”

He shushes you, pulling your hair back so he can kiss your neck. “We’ll make time. Now, just listen to me. Really listen to me.” He looks at you in the reflection of the mirror. “Got it?”

You huff, but lean back into him anyway. “Fine.”

You see him smile into your neck before trailing his lips up to your jaw. “Good. Now look at yourself in the mirror.”

You turn your head to look at him, your brow furrowing as you chew on your bottom lip. You’re not sure why you suddenly feel so nervous, especially in front of Eddie. The person who you trust, confide in, who looks at you like you’re the only person that matters. But you sometimes struggle with being vulnerable, even with the people you can be vulnerable with. Especially on days like these, when you just wanna crawl into a hole and be forgotten about.

Eddie notices your hesitation and he kisses you gently. “Please?”

“Okay.” You whisper, turning to face the mirror and catching Eddie’s eye in the reflection.

“Not me.” He mumbles into your ear, a hand reaching up to grip your jaw gently. “You.”

You reluctantly meet your own eyes in the mirror and sigh. “Now what?”

“I don’t like it when you think about yourself like this. Do you know how beautiful you are?”

You feel your cheeks start to burn from the simple words. “Eddie-“

His runs his thumb across your bottom lip, silencing you. “I’m so lucky to have you, you know that, right? Make me the luckiest guy in the world. And you’re so fucking… Hot.”

He slides his hand down your neck slowly, and slips it into the neckline of your dress, his fingers grazing the top of your strapless lace bra. “Fuck, you wearing a treat under here for me later, huh?”

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your moan as his fingers graze against one of your pebbled nipples. “Was suppose to be a surprise.”

“Jesus Christ.” He groans into your ear, pulling his hand out of your dress and placing it back on your waist. “Matching pair of panties under there too?”

“M-maybe you should check…”

“Yeah, maybe I should.” His hands run down your waist, his knees bending slightly as he touches the inside of your thighs. He grips the bottom of your dress, bunching it up in his hands and pulling it up slowly. “Hold it up for me, sweetheart.”

You do it with no hesitation, your shaky hands holding it against your stomach as you and Eddie make eye contact in the mirror. “Fuck, black lace? All for me?”

“All for you.” You whisper, gasping quietly as his hand dips into the lace fabric of your underwear, zeroing in on your clit almost instantly. You gasp, reaching down to grab onto his wrist. “Oh fuck.”

“God, you’re already wet. Drenching my fingers and I’ve barely even touched you yet. That’s so hot, baby, so fucking hot. I wish you knew how beautiful you are all the time. In the mornings, in your work uniform,” he moans quietly into your ear, “when you wear one of my shirts and nothing else.”

Your chest is pounding, feeling anxious and heated at the same time. You have been on edge all day, but with each swipe of Eddie’s fingers, the frustration seems to melt away, a blinding pleasure that leaves you gasping taking its place.

“I just- sometimes-“ You whimper as he presses down harder, his rough fingers rubbing your clit in a clockwise motion. “Sometimes I just don’t… Feel good in my skin. That maybe you won’t… Find me attractive on days like these.”

“Just feel what you do to me, baby.” He grabs your hand and presses into the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Drive me crazy. Like you put a damn spell on me or something. And I think if I don’t fuck you right now, I might just die.”

“But-“ You bite back a moan as he easily slides his middle finger into your cunt, his thumb rubbing against your clit. “The dinner…”

“I’ll be quick, baby. Promise. You’re soaked already. Won’t take long.”

You nod, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “Bed?”

“I think we should stay right here. The dress is staying on too.” He presses a wet kiss into your cheek before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. “Hands on the mirror, and keep them there. Condom?”

You do as he says, hands resting on the wooden frame of the mirror, back arching as you keep your eyes on the mirror. “Bedside drawer. Where they always are.”

“Right.” He kisses your jaw gently. “Keep those hands on the mirror.”

You hear him rush over to the drawers, hands rummaging through to the pack of condoms you have hidden under your underwear. You know he’s making a mess of everything, images of your underwear being thrown over his shoulder in a haste. His mind seems to go blank when all of his blood rushes South.

“Eddie, please hurry.” You beg.

“I’ve got them, baby. I’m coming.” You see him in the reflection, his broad frame taking up the space behind you. He pulls your dress up, resting it on your lower back as he tugs down your underwear. He kicks your feet apart and you hear him tear open the condom wrapper. “Ready baby?”

You nod quickly, your breath hitching as you feel his cock running through your slick folds. “Don’t tease, you asshole.”

“Just getting him wet, babe. Give me a second.”

You exhale slowly as you feel him start to push inside, your walls welcoming the familiar feel of him. Your hold on the mirror tightens, the cheap wooden frame creaking under your grip. “Oh fuck…”

“We’ve… This has got to be a quickie, okay?” He breathes, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he moves in and out of you slowly, letting you get used to the feeling of him rubbing against your sensitive walls.

“Just fuck me, Eddie. We’ll have time later.”

He chuckles quietly, one of his hands trailing down to grab your ass. “To unwrap my present properly, huh?”

“Uh huh.” You whine, body tensing as he hits that spot inside of you. “Fuck, right there. Don’t stop.”

You look at yourself in the reflection and you realise you look a mess. Makeup beginning to smudge; skin turning red from exertion; bottom lip swollen from your teeth sinking into it to hold in your moans. But as you make eye contact with Eddie in the mirror, his pussy drunk face sends shocks of pleasure throughout you

You moan into the inside of your arm as he speeds up, the mirror rattling against the wall with each thrust. “E-Eddie…”

“You feel so good. Taking me so damn well.” He grunts, reaching forward to cover one of your hands. He entwines his fingers into yours, gripping you tightly as he speeds up. “You gotta stay quiet, baby.”

“Just feels so good.” You mumble into your arm, clenching your eyes shut as you feel yourself getting closer. All the pent-up frustration, the bitterness you have felt for yourself from the last few days seems to disappear as Eddie snaps his hips against you. He always knows what you need, how you need it, and you love him for it.

“God, I can feel you squeezing me. You close, baby?”

“Y-yeah.” You whimper, legs shaking. “Eddie, I can’t…”

He wraps an arm around your middle, holding you against his chest as he fucks up into you. “That’s it, Angel. I’ve got you.”

You cry out and he has to cover your mouth with his hand, trying to keep you held up as your pussy tightens around him, and he follows behind you with only a few more thrusts. He buries his face into your hair and you stumble forward, your forearms catching you from falling face first into the mirror.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He whispers, reluctantly pulling out of you with a groan.

“Don’t be.” You chuckle breathlessly, looking over your shoulder at him. “That was totally worth being late to dinner for.”

He smiles down at you, his hands reaching for your waist to turn you around. He rests his forehead against yours, staring down at you. “Don’t you ever think about yourself like that, okay? You’re perfect just like this.”

You bump your nose into his gently. “Thank you for taking care of me, Munson.”

He grins, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “Anytime, baby. You still up for dinner?”

“After that?” You grin. “Definitely.”

“Good.” He steps back and takes off the condom, throwing it into your bin before tucking himself back into his underwear and buckling up his belt. “I’ll meet you downstairs. Let you get ready with no more interruptions from me.”

You chuckle quietly, hand resting against the wall as you regain your breath. “Okay hot stuff.”

“And stay in that dress.” He says sternly by the door, pointing at you. “Your ass looks killer in it.”

#eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #stranger things #fanfiction #eddie munson smut

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katnissmellarkkk · 2 years

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~ Quotes From Jennifer Lawrence’s New Vogue Interview That Make Me Want A Baby Right Now ~

“It’s so scary to talk about motherhood. Only because it’s so different for everybody. If I say, It was amazing from the start, some people will think, It wasn’t amazing for me at first, and feel bad. Fortunately I have so many girlfriends who were honest. Who were like, It’s scary. You might not connect right away. You might not fall in love right away. So I felt so prepared to be forgiving. I remember walking with one of my best friends at, like, nine months, and being like, Everyone keeps saying that I will love my baby more than my cat. But that’s not true. Maybe I’ll love him as much as my cat?”

But she did fall in love right away, and it does seem she loves her baby more than she loves her cat: “The morning after I gave birth, I felt like my whole life had started over. Like, Now is day one of my life. I just stared. I was just so in love. I also fell in love with all babies everywhere. Newborns are just so amazing. They’re these pink, swollen, fragile little survivors. Now I love all babies. Now I hear a baby crying in a restaurant and I’m like, Awwww, preciousssss.”

“So many of my films in the past have been about my mother, my childhood. I wonder what will happen now that I’ll be witnessing somebody else’s childhood. And I wonder what he’s going to be talking about with his therapist. She wouldn’t put me down. She kisses me on the mouth. She asked me not to go to college.”

It was the best thing ever, and yet totally terrifying. “My heart has stretched to a capacity that I didn’t know about. I include my husband in that. And then they’re both just, like, out there—walking around, crossing streets. He’s gonna drive one day. He’s gonna be a stupid teenager and be behind the wheel of a car. And I’m just gonna be like, Good night! You know? Like, who sleeps?”

Amid all this was the daily miracle of Cy, and the heart-exploding amount of love Lawrence felt for him. He just started smiling a couple of months ago and was now “on the precipice of laughing,” meaning he would smile so hard that the smile itself would become overwhelming and he’d have to roll his little head around to accommodate it. He recently tried avocado for the first time and she couldn’t stop crying. She jokes that her baby is her little voodoo doll, because everything that hurts him hurts her. “I mean the euphoria of Cy is just—Jesus, it’s impossible,” Lawrence said. “I always tell him, I love you so much it’s impossible.”

#the way her eyes lit up when talking about her baby !!!!#jennifer lawrence #Vogue interview #Vogue #jlaw #text post ✨✍🏻🤎#motherhood #babies #73 questions #celebrities #celebs #Hollywood

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mourntheantagonist · 2 years

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billy’s first kiss was with a girl.

It was right around that time when everyone in school started talking about their crushes, and all the girls were suddenly cured of their cooties.

he was nine years old and his friend matt had come up to him at recess telling him that gracie howard had a crush on him. “she told me herself!” he had said, expecting billy to be stoked because gracie howard was a big deal. everyone had agreed she was the prettiest girl in the third grade and billy was lucky to be the boy that caught her eyes.

except, as far as billy was concerned, girls still had cooties.

but he was put on the spot, matt staring at him, waiting for him to walk over to gracie where she was on the swings and invite her to go sit under the big tree, where jimmy had kissed lucy the other day.

he couldn’t just say no. he’d heard the words his father tossed around. sissy, pussy, and others he never actually learned the meanings of, he just knew they were bad things. he’d heard the things he’d say about other people too—about men who didn’t have girlfriends—and he didn’t want other people calling him those words too…so he nodded, and walked over to gracie on the swing-set, and invited her to come sit with him behind the big tree.

she kissed him. it was a quick peck, and it lasted practically no time at all, and he knew he should have felt excited by it. he remembered the way jimmy had run to their group by the slide, smile wide, bragging about how he “kissed lucy on the lips!”

he didn’t smile like she did either. he didn’t smile at all. he had no urge to run and brag to his friends, he had no urge to smile, and he certainly had no urge to kiss her again.

she noticed. because of course she did. his teacher had always made comments about how girls were just so much more perceptive than boys. he had to look up what the word perceptive meant, but in reading the definition, and seeing the way gracie’s face fell, he knew his teacher’s statements had some merit.

“is something wrong?” she asked, and billy knew he should say no. he knew he should shake his head and kiss her. but he was sitting behind the big tree, hidden away, and gracie wasn’t just pretty, but she was also nice.

instead of lying like he knew he should, he bowed his head, nodded, and said “sorry”. his voice was high and quiet, and even at only nine years old, he felt so much younger.

gracie looked at him with a sad face. and billy just felt bad. he didn’t want to make her feel sad.

“do you think I’m not pretty?” she asked, and billy jumped to answer her because no, she was very pretty.

“no!” he said, voice louder than before, but still hushed. “you’re the prettiest girl in the whole third grade!”

gracie smiled at that, and billy felt a little bit of relief from it, but he still felt wrong. he still didn’t want to kiss her.

“then what’s the matter?” she asked.

billy pursed his lips and began picking at the grass, pulling clumps from the soil and sprinkling the blades of green onto his jeans. “I think I don’t like girls yet.”

it’s the “yet” that saves it from being a total admission. and billy believed he was telling the full truth when he said it. because just a few months ago, all the girls had cooties. he would come around. he’d like kissing girls eventually.

gracie just nodded her head and walked away from the big tree. billy left a couple seconds after her and walked back over to his group of friends.

he instantly told them that he kissed her.

billy’s second kiss was with a boy.

matt. his best friend. he was just ten years old.

they were playing in matt’s backyard. it was the summer before his mom left. he was still happy then.

it was a hot day. hot enough that matt’s mom gave them free use of the garden hose to spray each other with. they just ran around the yard, fully soaked from head to toe, feet sloshing around in the grass that had become a swamp from the excess hydration.

somewhere along the line, their water fight had escalated to full on wrestling, rolling around in the wet grass until billy had matt pinned underneath him.

they were both giggling like a couple of dorks, and billy couldn’t get enough of matt’s smile. he couldn’t stop staring at his sopping wet hair and the fringe that stuck to his forehead—dark brown just like his eyes.

he remembered back to the day he asked his mom what it felt like to have a crush. he had asked her that same day that gracie kissed him behind the big tree. she had told him that a crush is warm, and it makes your tummy feel tingly, and you can’t help but smile just thinking about them.

billy’s tummy felt tingly. and despite being soaked in cold water, he felt warm. and he couldn’t stop smiling.

he leaned down and kissed him. it was quick, and short, just like it was with gracie. except that time, when he pulled away, he wanted to do it again.

but just like when gracie kissed him, there wasn’t reciprocation.

matt had quickly pushed him off, wiping his mouth with his hand and making a disgusted gagging noise, and suddenly, billy’s tingly tummy had dropped to the floor.

“what the hell billy?” matt had asked, his voice loud enough to alert the whole neighborhood. “are you a fag?”

oh god. oh god oh god oh god. that was the word his dad called him. the word he had only recently learned the meaning of. billy felt his eyes begin to well up with tears, standing incredibly still in the yard, watching as matt’s face contorted in disgust. watching as he ran off into the house, calling for his mom, shouting without care that billy had kissed him.

billy just stood there. motionless. wanting nothing more than to disappear.

matt’s mom had called billy’s dad and told him to come pick billy up. she had him locked outside in the backyard, but he could still hear her voice on the phone because she was loud and the kitchen window was slightly cracked. she’d said that billy was no longer welcome at their house, and matt had put up absolutely no fight.

billy felt betrayed. sure. sad too. but mostly, he was afraid. the word he called him, it echoed inside his head, and it wouldn’t stop.

It didn’t stop when his dad had come and picked him up. in fact, his dad had said it again. he called him the word over and over again, along with a slew of other words. some he knew. some he didn’t.

the words hurt. they always did. but that was the day he would learn that there were things that hurt much more than words.

that was the first time his father hit him.

when he’d gone to school on that first day after summer break, he told every person in the fifth grade that matt was a fag. he told them that matt had kissed him in the backyard. he spread the rumor before matt would have the chance, and that same day, billy had his third kiss with gracie howard behind the big tree.

his fourth kiss was with a girl. and so was his fifth, and his sixth, and his seventh, and his eighth…

every kiss after matt was with a girl. every kiss up until the age of seventeen, was with a girl.

he counted every single kiss he ever had. he didn’t know why he was counting, but he was. he remembered his one hundredth kiss was in eighth grade with debby behind the library. he remembered kisses 145-152 happened with gina the first time he had sex.

his two hundred and eleventh kiss was with a boy.

that time, it was the other boy who kissed him first.

he was seventeen. his name was julian. he was the boy who was always at the beach at the same time as him. surfing the same waves, tanning on the same sandy beaches, soaking in the same san diego sunshine.

he was pretty. he had jet black hair and golden, sun kissed skin, deep brown eyes and washboard abs.

billy knew he shouldn’t have been looking, especially not as obvious as he had been. but hell. he was only human.

and he knew he’d caught julian looking at him too.

billy might not have been smart enough not to stare, but he was at least smart enough not to act. smarter than julian, who, one night when the two of them were the only ones left on the beach in the dark, brought billy underneath the privacy of the dock and kissed him.

he kissed him, and billy felt his stomach tingle. he hadn’t felt that sensation so strong in such a long time that it scared him. it scared him enough to push julian away and leave him with the same look that billy had that day in summer when he kissed matt.

julian had that same horrified look. he had that same fear, waiting for the words to be tossed in his face—or a punch, given billy’s reputation.

billy, despite training himself for years to react that way, didn’t do either of those things. he stood, and he stared, until that tingly feeling overcame him and he did what he knew he shouldn’t have done, and had his two hundredth and twelfth kiss with a boy too.

billy should have known that all good things eventually came to an end.

it didn’t last very long. the two of them only wound up getting to have a grand total of twenty seven kisses before kiss number 237 had been witnessed by none other than the red headed little brat he had been forced to call his step sister who was supposed to be at the skate park and not by the docks to witness the two of them making out against a wooden pole.

he watched her run off. he watched her run away just like matt did. he watched her run to tattle on him and billy froze, just like he did that day. he didn’t run after her. he just stood there, unable to move, terrified.

they would move to hawkins not even a month later.

suddenly he was in a new place, with a new reputation to build, with a dad watching over his every move to make sure every kiss he shared was with someone neil would approve of—which was the long way of saying “a girl”.

so billy kissed girls. he slept with girls. he worked his way through every willing girl at hawkins high and he eventually lost count of how many times he’d kissed someone. he didn’t want to know anymore. he didn’t care anymore. he started to hate being kissed.

that was until steve harrington kissed him.

it had been following a feud that turned bloody that eventually turned into a truce, of sorts. then it was a truce that sparked into a friendship after their last basketball game of the season, when billy had finally chosen to formally apologize to steve for everything.

things were good. they saw each other all the time after being designated chauffeurs for their respective brats, and it ultimately led to talking, and more talking, and more time spent together until they wound up setting aside time outside of their chauffeuring and school hours to just hang out. just the two of them. as friends who talked about their lives in little detail, who watched movies and drank and smoked and talked about shared interests.

friends who ultimately wound up digging into deeper, darker stuff, who cried in front of each other, who let themselves feel vulnerable in front of each other.

friends who trusted each other.

billy never told steve about his dad. he never had to. steve just knew, and he knew well enough not to talk about it. he knew that was billy’s call, and he respected billy, and billy figures that was the moment his feelings for steve shifted from friendship and attraction to something scarily close to love.

steve kissed him on the hood of the camaro at half past midnight, sitting out at the quarry. and just like all his first kisses, it was quick, chaste, and billy felt scared.

scared because he wasn’t supposed to be kissing boys, sure, but scared because it was steve harrington mostly. scared because it wasn’t just some kiss this time. scared because he wasn’t just some pretty boy at the beach.

scared because it was important.

steve was scared too. clear by the look in his eyes. the look of someone waiting for words and fists.

billy kissed him back. long, sweet, savoring every second, marking the tally in his head just like he used to.

his second kiss with steve.

he started counting his kisses again. starting with that first kiss on the camaro.

he started counting again.

starting with the first kiss that mattered.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #mandi writes tresh #ficlet #tw; homophobic slurs

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everestica · 2 years

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Hi!! Can I request Akito Shinonome x fem!Reader angst where you both get into a fight and stuff? And at the end Ena (or something else, your choice of course ♡) pushes akito to apologize to reader? thank you, have a good day!!!

Akito Shinonome x Reader: Fight

Writing Type: Story

Request: Yes

Author’s Note: Ahh this is such like a great idea because Ena would totally be somebody who would be like “That’s fucking stupid, go apologize for your stupidity”

Anyway I hope you enjoy, and as always if it’s not what you wanted feel free to let me know so I can rewrite it!<3

“What the fuck did you say” You scream at him

“Yeah, you heard me” Akito screamed back at you

“Ugh You are so annoying, Like I understand that you like your group but oh my fucking god, can’t you spend a little bit of time with me?!” You again say screaming

“If I wanna surpass RAD WEEKEND, No I have to become the best. You obviously don’t understand that” He says raising his voice even more

“No, I do understand, you think I don’t have my own things that I want to do really good, but what’s sad is that I still make fucking time for us.” You say crying

You guys had never had really bad fights, maybe a little bickering here and there but nothing as bad as this, nothing to the point of tears.

“Whatever, I don’t need you anyway” He says, completely blowing you off and walking out of the door of your house.

That broke you.

You fell on your knees and started weeping, you stayed there until your parents got home and asked you what had happened.

The couple days after you didn’t leave your room, you didn’t talk to anybody, and you sure as hell didn’t go to school

You thought that you had actually found somebody that you loved until that happened now you were rethinking everything, the past couple months too.

From the moment he confessed in that cafe, to now the day after he broke your heart.

-AKITO POV-

“Where is she” I thought to myself as the seat in first period was empty for the first time

“It’s not like her to skip at all, is this my fault..?”

“Wherever she should have not been as clingy”

-3 Days Later- (I’M LAZY DON’T JUDGE ME)

“Huh she’s still not here” He says looking once again at the empty desk next to him

“I kinda miss her..”

“Wait, no I don’t need her, she's just in the way..”

“Whatever”

-At Akito’s House-

“Heyy Lil’ Bro” Ena calls out as I walk through the door

“Hey” I said back coldly

“Where is Y/N” She continued

“Were not talking right now, she’s being to clingy

“What” She questions

“yeah , we had a fight about 4 days ago” I finished

“What the hell Akito” She said with a shocked face

“What” I added

“You better go fucking apologize, she’s the best girl you’re ever gonna find first and second, I saw how muched you guys loved each other, and a little miscommunication is gonna get between you guys, not on my watch it isn’t” she says

Then she takes me and drags me out the door to the nearest bakery, and I ended up picking out a small chocolate cake.

We make it to her house soon after that, Ena stays behind while I knock on the door, Y/n shows up wearing a hoodie, her hair a mess, and having big eyebags under her eyes looking like she hasn’t slept in like 4 days.

“Uh Hi” I say

“What do you want” she says in a tired voice

“To Apologize” I said

“Fuck your aplogy, you broke my heart you douche bag” She says about to close the door on me

“Please just hear me out” I say holding open the door

“Fine, you have 5 minutes Shinonome” She saids leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed

“Well uh, I just wanted to say I’m sorry and I should have never said that, you’re the best girlfriend I could have ever had and I think I was just frustrated and I took it out on you, I know you might not accept this but here I also got you this as an apology” I say handing her the tiny cake.

She looks shocked at something, I’m not sure if it’s the cake or the apology to be honest

Then she suddenly hugs me, I hug her back of course

“You're such an idiot Akito, but of course I forgive you, but next time you do that to me don’t expect me to be so nice, got it? She questions with a stern look

“Yes ma’am” I say sulting

“Oh god your an idiot” She says

I knew we would be okay from the start but it moments like these that really show that no matter what happens we will always be each other, even if we want to murder each other.

#project sekai #project sekai x reader #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #akito shinonome fluff

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lgwifey · 2 years

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GETTING OLDER PART TWO

platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader

platonic!gene gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : In which a nepotism baby finds herself dealing with her first true life issue, letting him go.

Warning : none ?. Gene being a babe.

MASTERLIST

PART ONE

PART THREE

2022

"Hi, it's y/n/n. Sorry I can't get your call but make sure to leave a voice message or text me. Okay, bye babes."

Y/n layed curled up under the disshevled duvet on the queen sized bed. She listened to her voicemails from last night, tears blocking up her eyes as she stared off into space.

It was mainly Lennon's voice on the messages. Gene had left one to tell her to call or text whenever she got up, Thalia left two before filling up her friend's snap up with voice recordings, very amusing and slurred voice recordings.

She listened to the phone buzz before Lennon's voice appeared again.

A small tear fell out of her right eye and down her face horizonally, onto the plush cushion underneath her head.

Her emotions where stumbled, she didn't know whether right now she angry with him because he was too scared to stand up to his new girlfriend and tell her that they where friends, whether she was upset he threw her off to be his little brother 'missus' or whether she should just be acting casually, she refused to be one of those control freak girl-bestfriends that everyone posts about on TikTok and his relationships only last a few months maximum anyways. She'd opted for staying in bed for as long as possible and letting her mood swing like a monkey in a kid's jungle book.

Her sobbing session was interrupted when a fist hit her flat door and Lennon's eighth message ended.

She out a cry, letting her knotted y/h/c hair fall messily over her pillows as she turned over and face-planted into the light green rectangular pillow, a slight marking of last night's smudged makeup printing onto the fabric.

Another knock hit and y/n found herself reluctantly crawling out of bed, opening her bedroom door and shuffling her feet over to the front door, her black silk pyjama bottoms dragging across the floor as she did so.

It took her a second to unlock the door, having to work up the social skill ability to talk to whoever was on the other side.

When she did finally open it, a sympathetic expressioned Gene stood on the other side of the doorway, a bag from her local brunch resteraunt in his hand.

He held the bag up with a awkward smile.

"Late breakfast ?"

Y/n let a lazy smile fall on her lips, moving out of the way to Gene could enter the flat.

The twenty year old shut the door behind him, slipping off his trainers and following the messy haired girl to her open kitchen and dining area.

His eyes lingered on her figure as her hips swayed and the black camisole top she wore showed off her middrift slightly.

As he dropped the green logoed bag on the counter top, y/n threw a hoddie over her torso. She turned to give Gene a confused look as he gave a gasp, turning and finding him pounting at the fluffy nike hoodie.

"I've been looking for that for three months you minx."

She gave a bashful laugh, pulling up the sleeves to uncover her hands so she could eat one of the layers of the barm Gene had gotten her.

"Sorry, you can have it back ."

"Nah, it's fine. I bought a new one a couple of weeks ago."

They sat for a while in silence, both eating and scrolling through their phones. Y/n raised an eyebrow when she watched an instagram notification pop up on her screen.

@genegallagher has mentioned you in a story

She tapped on the box and the stories appeared from last night and apparently that morning. She clicked through the pictures, one of her slouched in her dress at Lennon's flat before the awards show, a video of her sat with Lennon's arm on her shoulders whilst she chugged a bottle and finally a picture of her munching on her late breakfast with the caption 'finally found my missing hoodie' over her.

"Ew. Gene I look like a total slob."

She turned her phone around to show him the last picture, to which he just gave a small laugh.

"Nah, you look cute."

He scrunched the wrapping from his food up and threw it into the bin in the corner of the kitchen, turning to face y/n again where she was pulling a face at her phone.

"What's up ?"

The older woman raised her eyeline over the mobile, looking Gene in the eye. She gave a pout as she huffed and put her phone face up on the table, showing the younger boy a post.

A post from Lennon's acount.

"Wait. Wait but-"

"But he never posts."

Gene sat, lost for words. His mouth open and closed slightly as he went to speak before pausing and deciding to not share his thoughts which probably wouldn't be helpful to y/n at the moment.

"I- "

"D'you want to talk about it ?"

He clicked the phone off and left it on the table. He swiftly slid onto the chair which was between them, taking a hold of one of her sleeve covered hands and wrapping his other arm around her in a side hug type of manner. Y/n felt herself subconciously fall into Gene, she didn't mean to let her emotions take over her actions but it seemed that she couldn't help it at the moment.

"I don't know what, what to talk about."

A tear fell down her left cheek, falling into the crook of her nose causing her to wipe it away.

"I don't -"

Gene rubbed small circles on her arm as she gave heavy breaths after cutting herself off with a sob.

"It's just-"

"Just breathe y/n/n. You know you can tell me anything."

She gave a nod, holding onto his hand which was holding onto hers.

"Yeah, yeah of course I know that Gene. You're always there for me."

She rested her head on his shoulder, shifting her chair closer to his and closing her eyes as she tryed to think of how to word her thoughts outloud for him to understand.

"I guess, I guess i'm just confused. It's always been me and Lennon. Sure there's Thali and I love her as well don't get me wrong, but nursery, primary, secondary, college, it's always been me and Lennon. Why is she so important now ?"

"I think it's love."

The words slipped out accidentally and Gene knew he'd messed up when y/n's head jolted up. Her eyes became waterlogged again and her lip quivered.

"Love ?"

Her voice broke as she spoke to him, eyelashes damped with tears and nose shining red from her previous crying sessions. Gene's next words where laced with panic and rush.

"But y'know, it's Lennon, it's probably just a fling and he was probably just drunk."

He mouth was too tired from the mentally draining days events to open for the moment, leaving her to respond with a dehearted hum as her eyes dulled and her lip dropped into a nuteral frown. She spoke after a few seconds of silence, pout still prominent on her lips.

"I always though I'd be the one he posted."

She worked up the energy to mumble a small sentence, Gene responding to her with a sad smile.

"I feel bad. I'm making him out to be the bad guy, he's not. Urgh, i'm just being hormonal, forget I said anything."

She rubbed her face with her hands, hiding it in the large hoodie sleeves as she fought with herself over how she was supposed to feel.

"Nonsence, just let it all out, you'll feel better."

She gave him a grateful smile, uncovering her face so he could see it. Using both of her hands, she held his left on inbetween them and leant forward to leave a soft peck on the boy's cheek.

"You really are the best Gene. You're always there for me."

She pulled her phone from the table, unlocking it and pointing it at the younger Gallagher brother. Before he knew it, Gene had had a picture of his squished face, y/n's painted fingers squishing his cheeks together so he had a squashed fish pout.

She let out a manic laugh at his expression in the photo before quickly tapping on her phone's keyboard and senting the picture to her instagram story.

She sheilded her phone from him the entire time but soon his own lit up with a notification for the app and he could see what he expected to be a monstrosity.

@y/n/ntaylor has mentioned you in a story

He opened the phone and clicked on the cartoon filtered profile picture of Lennon and y/n which was circled, pulling up her singular photoed story.

revenge is sweet @genegallagher xx

He let out a small, crooked smile at the broken laugh that fell from her lips .

He was always there to lend a shoulder to cry on, to take away the misery that Lennon was oblivious to. He was begging that soon she'd realise.

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qualitywhispersarcade · 1 year

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wait for me...

this is a book I started writing a couple months ago and I don’t think it will ever get published so i’m posting it here.

This is chapter one lmk if you want chapter 2 and so on.

Sound molecules only travel through air. The sound goes into the oxygen and into our heads.

It feels like I'm underwater and everyone is shouting for me to come up for air, but why? It's so loud up there where there's oxygen. The burning in my lungs sets in and I realize that oxygen is needed for me to speak or breath but I can’t. I can’t speak or breathe when I'm underwater. I need to get out, but it's so loud up there where there is oxygen.

Loliana. “ Hey, um I just wanted to let you know that they tend to lie about what happened and exaggerate the experience, so don’t take her too seriously the first couple weeks. They also seem to have a reputation of acting out when they get home just a forewarning.”

“ I thought lola was the top of her class?”

“ She is but it happens to the best of them, I'm sure she’ll be fine though.”

“ I want to go home now, please.”

“ Of course honey one second, I’m talking to mom right now.” I stare out into a wall behind Sister Colleen's head and pretend to listen to what she says next. I can’t wait to be off these fucking pills. They make me want to rip my face off. “ The ‘happy pills’ as we like to call them make her less… frantic. She has really bad anxiety and these help her relax.”

“ By cutting all my emotions off.” I mumble not really wanting to be heard right now.

“ See exaggerations like that happen frequently after being released.” At the age of 13 I was sent to church camp for ‘making a better society’ or whatever. All that happens here is they tell you to shut off your emotions and learn to be polite. That means yes means yes and no means yes, and maybe means yes and please no let me go means yes. That’s just the way of the world I was taught. Saying no to anything was disrespectful and would result in getting hit or locked up. Growing up I wasn’t a bad kid at all. I went to church and never talked to boys. I was always getting good grades and being respectful. I got sent anyway, I learnt that my family had ties to the royal family of Beligia and Westraci ( The two kingdoms were merged into one after the 1344 war.) But it would have to be a miracle and catastrophe for me to even be a princess. So i never really thought of it much, My family was rich always has been. We have two main cleaners from the house that live with us. Mari and Gio, they are married I think but I haven’t been home for three years so I’m not entirely sure. My sister Elizabeth also went to the camp but she left a year before I came so we were apart for a total of 6 years. I love her, she is my best friend.

“When you get inside please don’t make a big scene like you always do.” I walked into the house and saw everyone waiting for me, my sister, my dad and the cleaners. My own welcoming committee. I walked in and not wanting to “make a scene” I simply said hello and walked to my room. As soon as I got inside and laid on my bed the tears fell. I’m too dramatic, I’m too emotional and weak, I'm just too much. I hear a knock on the door and quickly wipe my tears away. It’s too late. I've been spotted, but it’s not my dad like I thought it was Gio. He was a kind older man like mid thirties. He sported a kind gentle smile and he had a sad, glamoring look in his eyes. He knew.

“You can cry without hiding it, ladybug.” I never really talked to him before but he always asked me how I slept and told me to have good dreams. He was kind, the kindest guy i’d ever met but I thought he just wanted a tip but he never asked for anything. Maybe he was just stupid and too kind.

“I’m not crying.” I challenge him.

“ Okay, I brought you some water. I know you might not feel comfortable with me yet but I just think your dad mistreats you and your sister and I hate seeing it so if you want you can talk to me about anything, Okay?” Then it starts again, I’m crying again. Not sobbing or shaking like usual, just slow tears rolling down my chin and the front of my head hurts. I take the water and calm down.

“How do you know?” How do you know that I'm hurt? How do you know I want to talk to someone? How do you know that I need you? He knew.

“ I don’t but I do now. Get some sleep before dinner please, ladybug,” I just stare at him until he leaves and he closes the door. My dad doesn’t close the door.

I woke up feeling awake and ready. I went down to dinner and sat in the chair across from my sister who looked way too happy to be there.

“ Can I go to a sleepover at Tiffany's house after dinner?” She asked

“ Um I don’t know, can you take your sister with you then?” my mom responds.

“Yeah whatever she can come if she wants. Do you want to?”

“Sure yeah.” No thanks.

“ You can go after you eat so eat.” My dad. After dinner I pack a sleepover bag and get my makeup and hair ready.

“You do know we are not really sleeping over at tiff’s right?”

“ Yeah, duh.” No, I did not know that. Where are we going then?

“We are going to Jessie’s party and then sleeping there okay?” Reading my mind.

“Okay sounds good.” I want to stay home.

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elsanna-shenanigans · 2 years

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August Contest Submission #5: Tiny Little Crescent Moons

Words: ca. 3,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: no Content: none

Tiny Little Crescent Moons

“Long ago, in the celestial realm above, the sun and the moon had fallen in love. They circled and circled, growing nearer and farther. They danced and danced, but they never met. Finally, after so much dancing and so much circling, the moon crossed directly in front of the sun, forming a solar eclipse. For just a moment, the sun and the moon were together. They embraced and shared a brief, sweet kiss, before the moon was pulled along by forces outside of her control. As the crying lovers were pulled apart once more, they each shed a tear, which each formed a shining teardrop, beginning to soar toward the earth like shooting stars. Due to their positions in the cosmos, the moon’s teardrop approached the earth first, but the sun’s wasn’t far behind.

“Each teardrop caused a small disruption in the air, a little rippling wave of lunar and solar energy, looking for a place to find its home. They each found their respective resting place within the souls of a newborn child whose energy matched their own. Within these two children, the spiritual fragments of the sun and the moon will flourish and live a harmonious life, separate but near. And whenever the solar eclipse returns to the skies above, the cosmic droplets will find their way back together, like a magnetic pull. The sun and the moon will be reunited once more in their love.”

When Elsa’s mother finished the story, a quiet stillness settled around them on Elsa’s little bed. The small girl gazed up at her mother. She usually fell asleep by the time her bedtime stories finished, but when it was this one, she always fought to stay awake. It was just too good of an ending to miss.

“They be back togeller soon?” Elsa asked, fighting a yawn.

“Yes, sweetie,” her mother smiled and smoothed back her daughter’s white-blonde hair. “They’ll be back together soon.”

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There’s a solar eclipse coming up. It’s in a month and I’ll be traveling to see it — just a couple hours south. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, obviously; I’ve always been obsessed with eclipses. It’s certainly my mother’s fault, for that romantic bedtime story about the sun and the moon she used to tell me when I was a small child. And yet, I’ve only gotten to witness a total solar eclipse one time in my life. I remember feeling utterly appalled when I found out how rare they are where I live, compared to lunar eclipses and other cosmic events.

But the time I did get to see one — I will never forget.

I was eight and a half. My mom took me to a secluded little park with a good view of the sky. We were early, giving me time to play on the playground until the show would start.

There weren’t many other children there. Or, at least, I don’t remember there being any. Except for her. A girl, smaller than me with red hair and more freckles than I could count, who told me she was six. It was almost hard to understand that “six,” since she was missing three of her four front teeth. What a terrible coincidence for those missing teeth to line up with the year a child has to repeatedly say the word, “six.”

I wish I could remember for sure what her name was. I think it might’ve been Anna, but I can’t be sure that’s not just a memory I made up.

Whatever her name, the girl had more energy than I’d ever experienced. She ran around the playground, just a blur of golden orange as her hair caught the sun’s rays. Her laughter was infectious and when she settled down a little, the two of us sat underneath a section of the playground near a slide. A couple feet above us was a flat floor of that plastic-coated metal mesh with all the little holes, that was so popular for playground material.

It gave us shade from the sun while we giggled and made up entire worlds together.

After some time, everything around us started to dim. My heart rate picked up. This was what I’d been waiting for all my life. As the world got darker and darker I glanced up for a second before I remembered my mother’s instructions not to look at the sky during the eclipse. In that short glimpse, I saw the sun beginning to hide away, behind the moon.

I looked at my new friend, a huge smile forming on my face as my chest heaved with excitement. “It’s starting!” I said.

Things grew even darker as the other girl lifted her head to look up. My hand shot out to touch her arm. “Don’t!” I said. “You’re not supposed to look at it.”

Her brow furrowed. “Then what are we doing here?”

Even though that seemed like an extremely valid question regarding the visual event we were forbidden from watching without proper gear, I took her hands and looked at her with purpose. “We can’t look up, but don’t worry. That’s not where the magic will happen.”

As I spoke those words, the little holes in the playground ‘roof’ above us became like hundreds of little spotlights in the darkness. The little amount of light from the sun that was still reaching the earth was bursting through each small opening and landing wherever it could. Many of the tiny spotlights landed on us.

We both saw them at the same time and right before our eyes, each tiny pinprick of light morphed until a crisp crescent moon shape took its place, shimmering across our bodies in the quiet.

The little crescent moons glowed on her skin, dancing with her freckles. I could only gaze in delight at the way they swirled around her bright eyes, which glimmered in the darkness. I could tell she was looking at me with the same all-consuming wonder that I felt. Those moons — those little glowing, golden moons — were scattered all across us as we held hands and looked into each other’s eyes with that innocent awe of childhood. The moons connected us, like one of those elaborate connect-the-dots — the ones so big, with such tiny dots that you don’t even know what the picture will be before it’s completed. And it was like …if only we could’ve held each other’s hands a little longer, before the moon slivers withered away and disappeared, then maybe those invisible lines could’ve been drawn between the moons by some cosmic, silvery pen. Maybe we could’ve turned into the picture we were meant to be, together as one. Maybe then, we would’ve been connected, impossible to separate even when we were apart, invisible threads of star light pulling us together.

But all too soon, the moons were gone, and the lines were never drawn; our picture was meant to be a mystery. The sky was brightening and the moment was over.

Our mothers came and took us home, and we never met again.

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I like to drive at night. I prefer it, when I have the choice — there’s just something about the energy. I’m awake on the roads with all these other people and we’re all doing something when the world is supposed to be asleep.

If I get too sleepy, I’ll pull off and find some quiet back road, climb on the hood of my car and gaze at the night sky. It always pulls me out of my drowsiness, to feel so alive under the stars. I like to find the moon and stare for as long as I can without blinking, letting the bright spot in the darkness sear into my mind’s eye. Then, even when I do blink, she’s still there, a shifting neon mark on the back of my eyelids. I can feel the moon’s pull like a tangible line connects us and sometimes wonder if anyone else feels as close to her as I do.

I’m wondering that again tonight, as I perform this very ritual on my drive down to the city. The eclipse is tomorrow and I’ll take any excuse to do a little night-driving. But I’m not at my most well-rested self, so it isn’t long before I pull off at an exit for a rural town and find a quiet road to park.

The spot I choose to stop at looks to be at the edge of a small vegetable farm and feels friendly, even in the eerie rural darkness. The place feels… right, and I’m comfortable to spend a little time here in the quiet summer air.

So now I’m here, on the hood of my car, gazing up at our own little personal window to space. I reflect on the moon, reaching in my heart for that connection I can feel. I feel close to her. I always do, but I still long to feel closer.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel closer.

That’s the last thing I remember thinking as I drift to sleep under the stars.

I’m awakened to the sound of gravel crunching beneath slow-moving tires.

I blink myself awake to bright sunlight.

“Hey, there!” a clear voice calls out to me, tinted with a healthy touch of ‘I don’t know you.’

I sit up with a start, impulsively brushing my clothes off from their rumpled state. The voice came from a pickup truck rolling to a stop, about twenty feet behind my car.

The driver’s side door of the old truck opens up and I don’t know what I’m expecting to see, but it’s definitely not a cute girl around my age in mossy green overall shorts and a backwards baseball cap, with a smile friendlier than I probably deserve.

She waves and walks slowly towards me as I call out a feeble “Hi.” I slide off the hood and stand up, smiling as nicely as I can manage.

“It’s not everyday I see an attractive woman first thing in the morning, curled up on her car not ten paces from my last row of watermelon,” the young woman said, keeping the sun out of her eyes with a hand, since her cap was on backwards.

I glance at the crops I’m parked next to at the side of the road. Watermelons! I hadn’t been able to make out what they were in the dark last night. I turn my attention back to her to stammer out an apology.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am, I didn’t — I never meant to trespass,” I say, feeling my cheeks grow red.

“Hey it’s ok,” she says, in a comforting voice. “First of all, I’m no ma’am, I promise you that! And second of all, you’re not trespassing. Seriously, I’m just glad I didn’t come across some drunk fifty year old man looking to start shit. Why do you think I came over here in my truck?” She laughs. “Anyway, can I ask, why?”

I blink for a moment, taking in all her words. Man, it must be rough to live out here sometimes. “Yeah, uh,” I say, “I was driving late last night — I’m on my way to see the eclipse today — and I got tired, so I just wanted to find a quiet place to rest. I’m sorry to disturb—!”

“—Shit, is that today?” The young woman interrupts. “I heard it was coming up but forgot - damn, I’m just so busy. Shit.” She seems to be talking more to herself now than to me, fiddling with one of her red braids.

“Yeah, it’s only about an hour farther south, if you think you can make it,” I say, hoping she can.

“Man, I’d love to see it,” she says, “but I just don’t know. It’s hard to get away from this; running the farm is a lot of work and it’s just me now that mom — uh… god, why am I telling you this? Hey, listen. I started a pot of coffee right before I saw your car from the window. Follow me back to the house up the driveway? I’m sure you could at least use a bathroom stop before you get back on the road.”

This surprises me a bit. Normally it’s the kind of offer I’d immediately politely turn down, but… I can feel a very friendly vibe coming off this woman, so I don’t think she has any ulterior motive behind the offer.

Also, I have to pee so bad.

“That’s so kind of you,” I say. “You really don’t mind?”

“Not at all!” The woman swatted at the air and turned to walk to her truck. Over her shoulder she called, “Oh, I’m Anna, by the way!”

“Elsa!” I returned.

“Perfect!”

The truck door slams shut as I make my way to my own door. As I open it, visions of a little girl with red hair flash before my eyes, with dancing golden moons. Anna.

Could it be?

No, the coincidence would be wild. Just wild.

And yet it’s all I can think about as I follow the farm truck up the long, gravel driveway.

I walk out of Anna’s bathroom as she’s pouring two mugs of coffee.

“I have cream and sugar, but you should know the cream is from my raw goat milk. You can thank Daisy on your way out,” she winked.

“Aww, you have goats?”

“Just a few. Any more and they’d eat me out of house and home.”

I laugh. “I’d love some cream and sugar.”

I spoon the sugar into my mug and reach for the glass bottle as Anna hands me the cream. “Oh, the label’s so cute! This is your farm name and logo?” I say, tracing it with my thumb. Celestial Acres. The label is black with shiny gold lettering and dozens of tiny golden moon slivers surrounding a dazzling sun.

I stare at the little moons, unable to see past the clear connection I, and maybe we both, had to the little moons during the last eclipse. But I can’t figure out how to bring it up without seeming creepy as hell.

“Oh yeah,” Anna blushes. “I’ve always been a little obsessed with the whole sun and moon thing. Even before I knew I was gay.” We both laugh. “And I just have these little golden moons in my head all the time. Not super sure where the image came from; it’s like it’s always been there.”

Hmm. So she might not remember enough of it to remember me at all, if she doesn’t know where her moons came from. That should be a good thing, but I find my heart falling slightly.

“Well, I adore your logo. I’m obviously into the whole ‘sun and moon thing,’ too,” I smile.

We sit and chat until the coffee pot is empty.

“So, do you think you might make it? For the eclipse?” I ask.

She wrestled with something. “I don’t know… I really would love to see it. I’ve only ever seen one and I was almost too young to remember it. But this farm is so much work, I don’t know if I can get away today. And I’m not sure Samantha is up for the trip. She doesn’t like the interstate much.”

“Oh, Samantha?” I wonder. “Is your…”

“Yep, my truck. She’s good and faithful, but, like I said. I usually stick to short trips with her.”

“Right, right,” I say, nodding. “That makes total sense.” I wait a moment, then decide to go out on a limb. “Hey, um. So, you’ve been really nice to me, and you didn’t have to be. You’re allowed to say no, but would you like to come with me? To see the eclipse? I’m going anyway, and I’d love a travel companion. I’ll bring you right back here when it’s over, and if you’ll let me, I’d love to help you with whatever work needs done here when you’re back. An extra set of hands should help it go a bit faster, I would think?”

Anna looks flabbergasted. “I… That… that’s too kind of you. Elsa.”

“I insist.”

She lets out a laugh full of wonder. “This is incredible. I would love that! So, so much!”

“It’s a deal, then! I’m honestly excited at the idea of helping with your farm work. I don’t get to experience anything like that in my day to day.”

“What do you do again?” Anna asks.

“Oh, I’m a freelance writer. But it seems like my real talents lie at just burning through my savings account?”

Anna laughs. “I feel that. My mom left me this little farm and I love it, I do. But sometimes it’s just too much for me to keep up with. I’m only one person, you know? So… yeah. It would be really nice to get away for the afternoon. Thanks for this.”

“Don’t thank me,” I say with a smile. “I think the fates arranged this one.”

The rest of the trip goes very smoothly. Having Anna next to me in my car feels like finding a missing puzzle piece. She’s so full of light and exciting conversation as we pass rolling field after rolling field.

The eclipse isn’t for a couple more hours but I can almost feel the electric tension in the sky as the sun and moon prepare to meet. I imagine it feels for them a bit like the small amount of space between Anna and I in my car. The more I think about it, the more tingly I feel. I can’t help but wonder if she feels it, too, or if I’m just reading too much into a coincidence.

But something in my heart knows it’s her.

And we found our way back together just in time for the eclipse.

As I pull up at a small park, I smile when I see how empty it is.

Hopefully, when the sky starts to darken, I can whisk Anna away under the playground and recreate the moment that’s been on my mind for over fifteen years. Hopefully, she’ll remember the first time we shared a space like this and watched the tiny glowing moons dance all over each other’s face, trying to form that cosmic connect-the-dots.

This time, I’ll be sure to let our little crescent moons connect. I can’t wait to see what picture we might form together.

#elsanna #August 2022 contest #prompt: Cosmic #submission

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