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[damedechance]

Gwyneth Berdara

🏵️Art by: @krem-does-stuff

A while ago the thought of Gwyn with short hair sort of popped into my brain and simply would not leave. I knew I had to see that image come to life, and there was no one better than Krem to do it! This absolutely takes my breath away and I just know I will never shut up about this! Krem you have outdone yourself!

xo

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[clovermunson]

king hargrove — b. hargrove

summary: billy never saw himself as a dad, but he’d never trade his two little girls for anything— even when they ask him to dress up like a princess and have a tea party with them.

warnings: tooth-rooting fluff. like eating two bags of cotton candy and chasing it with a 72 oz. big gulp soda at the state fair. brief mentions of billy’s upbringing (not detailed). bee’s full name is beatrice but she’s called bee. oh and a mention of mechanic!billy. no use of “y/n”. first fic i’ve written and actually finished in…months? i think?? that’s about it really.

pairings: billy hargrove x fem/mom!reader

word count: 1.7k

author’s note: i told y’all motherfuckers i was gonna give billy something happy, and here it is!! it’s the most i’ve written in about two weeks and y’all can thank this lovely goon: @bookshelf-dust for that. anyway, as always likes and reblogs (especially reblogs) are greatly appreciated, i just ask that you DO NOT copy and repost my writing and claim it as your own!! — xo, morgan🖤

Billy Hargrove was many things. A bad influence, a womanizer, some might even say an antagonizer, of sorts. And while he’d agree to being all of those things before he met you, if someone would’ve told him that he’d become the father to a little girl in the spring of 1989, and then again in the summer of 1991, he would’ve told them they were crazy.

But now as he sat at the ridiculously small white dining table set, on the floor with his legs outstretched rather than in one of the dainty chairs that he was sure would crumble under his weight, he was certain that he wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

“Daddy, you gotta wear it.” Bee, your youngest daughter, had shoved a pink feather boa at him, making him jump back.

“Pleeeease? And this?” Juno, your eldest daughter had asked, holding a tiny plastic tiara out to him, “pretty please?”

“Okay okay.” Billy held his hands up, finally accepting defeat before letting Juno place the tiara on his head as he took the boa, wrapping the feathered accessory around his neck, then smiling for his girls.

Lord, if the guys at the mechanic shop knew about this, they’d never stop giving him hell over it.

“You look pretty.” Juno giggled at him as she pretended to pour two cups of tea.

“Pretty, huh?” Billy chuckled, “I don’t think the pink goes with my shirt.” He tugged at the material of his dark red shirt, showing how it contrasted.

“Oh well.” Bee shrugged, “gotta wear it.”

“Bossy.” Billy couldn’t help but laugh at the miniature version of himself, but if anyone asked where Bee got it from, he’d say it was from you.

“Get it from my daddy.” Bee didn’t miss a beat with her response, further showing just how much she was like her dad. All Billy could do was smile to himself, knowing that she was right.

Before he knew it, Juno had offered him an empty teacup, and he’d be damned if he turned it down. The floral patterned cup was abnormally tiny in his hand, but he still brought it up to his lips, pretending to take a drink.

“Pinky up.” Juno was quick to correct him, wiggling her tiny pinky at him.

At first, Billy looked confused. Why did he need to have his pinky up?

He felt Bee’s little hand grab at his, trying her hardest to raise his pinky.

“You’ve gotta put your pinky up, daddy.” She tried to pry his pinky from the tiny cup handle, giggling as Billy fought back with her.

“Daddy!” She whined, pouting at him. It didn’t take much for Bee to get her way. All she had to do was get those big ocean blue eyes a little misty, and she’d convince anyone to get her whatever she wanted— mostly her dad and her uncle Steve.

“Alright, alright.” Billy raised his pinky, waving it at Bee, “better?”

Bee simply nodded, appeased with her dad’s actions as she sipped her fake-tea.

You’d been carrying a basket full of laundry when you’d heard the giggling coming from the girls’ room. Instead of going on your way to the laundry room, you’d stopped just out of sight, leaning against the wall beside the doorway to listen in. Though you had to admit, seeing Billy in a tiara was quite the spectacle.

“You’re the king of the castle!” Juno exclaimed, quickly jumping up from the wooden chair to twirl around, her yellow polka-dot skirt twisting around her, the sleeves of her white blouse flowing from the small breeze she’d created.

“Is that so?” Billy watched as Bee joined in with her sister, both of them twirling around the table, skipping and jumping over their scattered toys.

“Mhm.” Bee agreed, “you’re the king. The king makes the rules.”

“I dunno about that, kiddo.” Billy snorted, “I would say I’m pretty influential around here though.”

“Infuwentual?” Bee stopped in her tracks, a bewildered look on her face. She struggled with the word, but Billy had quickly realized his mistake by using a big word.

“Influential.” He gently corrected her, “it means that daddy’s got a lot to do and say with what happens around here.”

Bee nodded, seemingly understanding the meaning of the new word. “So you make all the rules?”

“Not necessarily, babygirl.” Billy shook his head, smiling. “I do get to help make them though.”

“That doesn’t sound fun.” Bee crossed her arms, expressing that she didn’t agree with that decision— or whoever made it. Clearly an attitude she’d picked up from her father.

You smiled to yourself at that. Of course you and Billy made the rules together, and it was a very delicate balance of give and take between the two of you. But if your little girl could have it her way, she’d be running the world in no longer than two weeks’ time.

“But that’s how the world works, Bee.” Billy shrugged, “what can you do?”

Bee sat for a moment, seemingly contemplating her choices. Finally she spoke, and her little voice carried so much certainty with it, that even you were sure you’d let her have whatever she demanded. “Become the queen.”

“You wanna become the queen, is that right?” Billy couldn’t believe what he was hearing, feigning shock.

Bee nodded proudly, her plastic tiara nearly falling from her head.

“Well, you’ve gotta be a princess for now.” Billy had made it fairly obvious that he could match his daughter’s sass, “you do such a good job at that already.” He adjusted her tiara, making sure it was straight again.

“‘Course I do.” Bee sounded almost offended, “I am the princess.” She annunciated the word, only to add emphasis.

“Yeah, the mean princess.” Juno stuck her tongue out at her younger sister, knowing that Bee would retaliate.

“How rude!” Bee tossed one of the little building blocks at Juno, pouting.

“Meanie.” Juno threw a block back at her, which Billy had caught with astonishingly quick reflexes, making both of his daughters’ eyes widen.

“Girls.” Billy’s voice was firm, yet gentle with them, “that’s enough.”

“Sorry…” both girls mumbled, afraid to even look at each other.

“Neither of you are in trouble.” Billy felt the need to clarify, as he always felt like the bad guy when he had to scold them, “you just can’t call each other names and be mean to each other.”

The girls nodded in unison, showing that they understood the ground rules.

Since Billy had become a father, he’d become more gentle and less abrasive. He’d never once yelled at either of your girls, choosing to raise them with the kind of gentleness and unconditional love that you’d find in a family movie— the kind of home that Billy wasn’t lucky enough to have growing up.

He’d be damned if he didn’t give his little girls the best life they could possibly have though. Juno was the surprise baby, and sure money got tight at times, but he always worked extra shifts and overtime to make sure she had everything she needed and wanted. Then when Bee came along, Billy had been promoted to assistant manager, which came with a nice paycheck every week that was more than enough to support your little family.

Instead of continuing on to the laundry room, you decided instead to turn on your heel, heading back to the living room with a bright, almost dopey smile on your face from witnessing possibly the sweetest thing you’d ever seen. You set the basket of laundry down on the couch, making your way to the kitchen where you began to prepare dinner.

After about twenty minutes, Billy had gotten himself out of the princess tea party by claiming that he had ‘kingly duties’ to attend to, and while the girls were upset over it, they allowed him to leave.

“Mmm,” Billy hummed as he approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, then he inhaled the aroma of the kitchen, “whatcha making?”

“Spaghetti.” You responded with a giggle, “or as Bee calls it, ‘pasghetti’.”

“She’ll get it eventually.” Billy chuckled, “she’s got her mama’s brains for sure.”

“And your attitude.” You laughed, scrunching your nose, “what a killer combo.”

“Tell me about it.” Billy grinned, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your neck.

“William.” You scolded him, giggling as you shimmied out of his grasp, “not here.”

Before Billy could even put some space between the two of you, Juno and Bee had come barreling down the stairs, stopping just at the threshold between the kitchen and living room.

“Can we have ice cream for dinner?” They both asked, their puppy dog eyes on full display.

You looked at Billy, a brow arched as you continued to stir the pasta noodles.

“Don’t look at me.” Billy held his hands up, shaking his head, giving you that million-dollar smile of his, “I didn’t tell them they could”.

“But you’re the king!” Bee shouted, the anticipation was clear in her voice.

“And if the king says we can have ice cream for dinner…” Juno trailed off, looking up at her dad.

“I may be the king, but mama’s the queen. What she says goes around here.” Billy leaned over to press a kiss to your temple, knowing that the girls wouldn’t even try to argue with you over it. “Even I can’t get her to change her mind.”

Juno sulked, padding over to her chair at the table, seemingly having accepted defeat.

Bee took a big whiff of the air, then smiled. “Mama, is that pasghetti?”

“It is spaghetti”. You gently corrected, knowing she still wouldn’t say it right anyway. “Go sit at the table with your sister and I’ll make you a plate.”

“Okay.” She chirped, nearly sprinting to the dining table, taking the seat right next to Juno.

Billy watched as the girls chatted amongst themselves, their senseless babbling making his chest swell with pride and an almost overwhelming sense of joy. Everything he never knew he needed was right in front of him, and he wouldn’t trade it for the anything. He leaned back against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest as he felt that warm sense of comfort wash over him that he’d been waiting years for.

Seeing the opportunity to tease your husband, you took it without so much as a second thought, though you kept your focus on making dinner.

“You may be the king, but you make a pretty princess too.”

Billy’s eyes darted over to you, and he smirked to himself. He knew that arguing was pointless, because the queen was always right.

#this shit killed me to write #cutest shit i’ve ever written #girl!dad!billy can have my life #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove fic #clovermunson’s fics #morgan’s writings

[chrispevanss]

Lovely Little Bunny

A/N: The first thing I’ve written in over a year and we’re going straight in, kiddos. Inspired by many a slutty conversation with my lovely bffs and moots @nsfwsebbie and @tellmealovestory i love you both bunches!

Pairing: Silver Fox!Lawyer!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only, Oral (m & f rec), P in V, unprotected sex, Daddy Kink, Sexting, age gap, pet name (Bunny). I think that’s everything.

Moodboard by me: I don’t own any of the pictures.

Please do not copy, translate, rewrite, or repost my work on any other platforms!

It started out innocent enough. Chris had been your father’s lawyer for years, helping the wealthy influential Mob Boss get out of trouble with the law without so much as a scratch to his reputation. The two of you had always exchanged flirty glances, you wore skirts that were just a little too short, and he would leave the top buttons of his shirt open, giving you a peek of the tattoos and light smattering of chest hair that crossed his skin.

Until one sunny summer afternoon he slipped you the number to his personal cell phone. It was wrong, you were just fresh out of college and he had been in practice longer than you’d been alive. But something about the glisten of that silver hair, always styled just so, the matching silver beard, and those sparkling blue eyes made it impossible to say no. Which is how you found yourself buried under your covers, hiding the light of your phone screen, as the two of you exchanged filthy texts into the wee hours of the morning.

C.E.: Wear that little blue dress tomorrow. The puffy one, love when it rides up and I see those sweet little panties. Makes me wanna bend you over the desk, hear you make all those pretty sounds for me. Bet you’d like that. Me using you, making sure everyone in the office knows who you belong to.

You smirk and rub your thighs together to stave off your growing arousal. He’s never gone beyond filthy texts and the occasional picture or video, but you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t something you craved everytime he walked into the house smelling of expensive cologne and bad decisions.

Bunny: Hmm I don’t know if I feel like wearing a dress tomorrow. Pop doesn’t like the boys lookin at me when we come to your office

You quickly press send before you can change your mind. Biting your lip as the typing bubble appears almost instantly.

C.E.: Maybe I won’t let you cum then. Thought about getting us a hotel room this weekend in the city but if you wanna be a bad girl…

You let out a soft whimper at his words. Before you can reply a video is appearing on the screen. A darkened room, his hard cock the only thing illuminated by the flash. You grab your headphones and quickly stuff them in your ears before pressing play. His heavy breathing is the first sound you hear, followed by the lewd sounds of his spit slick cock.

“Fuck bunny, look what you do to me. Wish your mouth was on this cock right now,” Chris growls. You hear him spit in his hand before going back to stroke his cock even harder. The video cuts off right as he lets out a loud groan, white ropes of his spend landing on his tummy and happy trail.

C.E.: Well Bunny, I better get to bed. You should too. I’ll see you at the office bright and early with your dad. xo

You can’t sleep, tossing and turning, thinking about the filth that Chris sent you. Eventually you end up watching the video again while shoving your hand between your thighs, you bring yourself to that ethereal high.

**

Brushing the skirt of your dress you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You take the file your father sent you with and walk into the lush law office.

“Well good morning!” Hannah chirps from the front desk and you give a small wave.

“Just here to see Mr. Evans. Dad sent some files with me.” You hold up the thick envelope and she nods.

“He’s waiting for you,” She gestures to the open door and you thank her.

“Close the door.” Chris commands smoothly. You smile, face heating up as you close the large door with a click. “Lock it,” He approaches you from behind, large hands resting on your upper arms, he’s inhaling the scent of your shampoo with a deep breath.

“I told your dad not to come. Told him I had a meeting this morning. Couldn’t stand not touching you any longer,” He confesses in a low grumble. You shiver, letting out a soft moan.

He smells of coffee and his cologne, your head is already spinning with filthy thoughts. You turn around in his grasp, cupping his silver stubbled cheek. He smiles down at you, brushing your hair back from your face he’s leaning down and taking your lips in a kiss. Your toes curl in your shoes as you kiss him back eagerly. The thick file in your hand drops to the floor, your arms encircling his neck.

“You want this here? Now?” He rasps, pulling back and looking down at you with lust blown eyes. You nod, pushing him back toward his desk. He’s leaning against the edge and you’re kissing him again, more insistently.

His hands slip down your body to cup your ass. He’s bunching your dress at your hips, long fingers playing with the elastic of your simple panties. Before you can start undressing him he’s picking you up, flipping you around and laying you on the desk.

“Such a pretty little thing, gonna make you cum so hard you cry.” Chris promises, licking his lips he’s pulling off your panties, tucking them in his back pocket. He’s parting your legs, spitting on your folds. Using his thick fingers he’s spreading your juices and his spit. You whine softly, hips bucking.

“Aww baby, you’re so desperate. Don’t worry, daddy’s gonna take good care of you,” Chris coos, kissing your forehead he’s moving down to kneel between your legs.

“Such a pretty cunt, can’t believe I didn’t get you alone sooner,” He purrs, tongue flattening against your center he’s licking slowly.

“Oh god, Chris!” You gasp, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. He stills his motions.

“What the fuck did you call me?” He sneers, slapping your pussy lightly making you jump. Your eyes widen and you let out a little whimper.

“Daddy! Daddy! I’m so sorry!” You plead, hips bucking up, desperate for his touch.

“That’s what I thought,” He chuckles, slipping his ring and middle fingers inside you he’s curling them upwards. Stars are exploding behind your eyes and you let out a loud moan.

“Oh fuck! Daddy!”

Chris is pumping his fingers in and out of you, tongue flicking over your clit slowly.

“Never had such a sweet pussy,” Chris groans, lewdly sucking your clit. His fingers curl up and you let out a breathy whine.

You feel your orgasm building with every pass of his tongue and you know it won’t take long to push you over the edge. Just as you start to clench, breathing coming heavy and short, he stops.

You bolt upright on the desk with a scowl. Chris is lewdly sucking your juices from his fingers, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Taste so sweet. Already addicted to this cunt,” He growls, standing up, towering over you. Your walls flutter around nothing and you whimper softly.

“You want me to fuck you? Want me to ruin you for any other man? Huh? Wanna be mine?” His lips turn up in a smirk when you nod eagerly, maybe too eagerly. He’s unbuttoning his dress shirt, the dark ink of his tattoos being exposed with every button. You reach a hand up and stroke the intricate lines. He hisses when you drag a nail down the center of his chest.

“Mmm sure you can keep up old man?” You wink with a soft giggle. He’s on you in an instant, pressing you into the hard mahogany of the desk.

“Oh I think it’s you that needs to worry about keeping up,” He growls. He’s making quick work of his slacks, hard cock slapping against his lower stomach. You gasp softly, hand wrapping gently around his length. You’re stroking slowly, admiring the way his face contorts as you wipe your thumb across the tip of his cock.

“Stop. Stop. Stop.” He’s panting, pushing your hand away. “Gotta be inside you when I cum, pretty girl,” He explains with one of those blinding smiles.

You scoot back a little on the desk. He’s climbing over the top of you, caging you in with his thick arms.

“Gonna ruin you now, sweetheart.” His Boston accent is thick and you shiver in delight.

“Wanted this for so long,” You confess, legs wrapping around his waist you’re pulling him closer.

“How long honey? Hmm? Be honest..” He goads, smirking at you. You’re squirming under his gaze but he’s holding you still. “Come on bunny. Be honest..”

“S-Since that first summer I came home from college,” You confess, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Well I better fuck you real good, cause you’ve been such a patient little girl, waiting for me,” He chuckles, pinching your cheek. You giggle softly, face heating up.

His gaze drops to your core, he’s lining up his cock and sinking in. He bottoms out with a loud grunt and your eyes flutter, you’re in heaven. The stretch is bordering on painful as he begins thrusting slowly. But it soon gives way to pleasure. He’s bending your knees, planting your feet on the desk so he can drive even deeper into you.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! It’s in my tummy!” You’re whimpering, eyes slammed shut.

Chris’ hand snakes between your writhing bodies, his thick fingers strumming your clit expertly. He’s leaning down, teeth dragging along the side of your neck as he picks up his thrusts. The lewd sounds of his balls clapping against your ass, and your pathetic whines create the perfect symphony to your tryst.

“So fucking tight,” Chris growls, fingers digging so deep into your skin you know you’ll be wearing his prints for days. Your walls are fluttering around his cock, your hands are grabbing at his shoulders, the material of his shirt slipping underneath your sweat soaked palms.

“Who owns this cunt huh? You gonna let those stupid college boys in here again?” He’s growling. You shake your head, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“No! No daddy! It’s yours!” You’re sobbing. You feel that blissful end slowly approaching, your hands are clenching themselves into fists.

“Look at me, look at me when you cum. I wanna see how good I make you feel,” He’s pinching your cheeks together, forcing you to look in his eyes. The once baby blue orbs are dark and wild with lust.

Your open palm slams on the desk as your orgasm comes crashing into you. Your walls are clenching around his cock, nails digging into his clothed biceps.

“That’s it baby girl, oh fuck, gonna cum okay? Gonna fill you up,” Chris is panting next to your ear. You’re nodding, words dying on the tip of your tongue as the pleasure overwhelms you.

It only takes a handful of thrusts before he’s spilling inside you. Filling your tummy, he’s kissing you deeply, tongue sliding with yours.

“On your knees,” He growls in your ear, sliding out and tugging you onto the floor. You look up at him, confused.

“What? Why?” Your hands are resting on his thighs, lashes fluttering innocently. Chris is sliding the tip of his cock along your lips, smearing your combined release.

“Be a good girl and clean up your mess.”

Tagging: @dontshootmespence @tellmealovestory @nsfwsebbie @sagechanoafterdark

#chris evans #Silver Fox!Chris Evans #Lawyer!Chris Evans #Chris Evans Smut #chris evans fanfic #Chris Evans x Reader #Chris Evans x You #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans one shot

[storiesoflilies]

studies in toji fushiguro

synopsis: a collection of drabbles concerning my favorite, overly large lump of muscle and love – toji <3

warnings: fluff, angst, smut.

a/n: hello my lovelies! this is just a fun little project on the side of the hard work that comes with writing a series. it’s mostly just me writing down whatever whimsical little thing about toji my brain decides to come up with. if you have any suggestions, feel free to send em in! Lily xo

Ao3 link.

table of contents (in no particular order).

• juicy fruits (sfw, fluff)

please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my work on any other sites! i only write on ao3 and tumblr.

#jujutsu kaisen #toji x reader #toji fluff #toji smut #toji angst #toji drabbles #dividers by cafekitsune

[iovesia]

happy 1k!

prompt suggestion:

“Please be good for me. I don't want to hurt you” with john wick or neo ☺️ xo

𓂃 ࣪ ˖ 𖦹 JOSIE'S 1K EVENT — ( original post )

giggling— had to do this one for my little matrix man! 💻♡

cw. past kidnapping. psychological torture(?). based off this fic.

"sorry," you mumble, rubbing your shoulder as you continuously bump into people through the busy streets of chicago. the sickly green tint of the city only makes your stomach churn. you didn't know what hell you were doing here. you didn't know what neo wanted you to do.

as you continue mindlessly walking around, you notice a black sheep among the crowd. an older man in a suit, with slicked back ginger hair, and a familiar brand of shades covering his eyes.

agent smith.

you remember neo's words in the back of your head. do not go near him. focus on what i told you to do.

you had no business roaming with an agent of the system— zion's enemy and neo's greatest rival. but the idea of being caught by agent smith.. locked away and kept away from your captor enticed you.

against your better judgement, you turned slowly on your converse heels and began walking toward the suit-clad man. step by step, you were closer and closer to possible danger.. or salvation.

suddenly your eyes snap open.

the air is cold, and you're lying underneath the dingy metal of a familiar nebuchadnezzar ceiling. the sound of computers pinging echo in your ear as the headjack is roughly ripped out from the back of your head.

neo hovers over you, holding the headjack in his hands, and disappointment etched on his face. he lets out a long, defeated sigh as one of his hands cup your cheek.

"what did i say?" he asks softly.

you stay silent.

"please be good for me. you know, i don't want to hurt you” he continues, turning around before typing in a new simulation. "i will if i have to."

you swallow nervously, barely able to make out the scrolling green jumble of text on the computer screen. neo tightens your restraints, keeping you trapped against the uncomfortable, pinching metal chair.

"i'll keep you there as long as i want. until you're exhausted. until you learn," neo's voice is cold, pressing your head back down.

"again," is the last command you hear before he slides the headjack back in.

𝐈𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐀 © do not repost, plagiarise or translate my works.

#𓂃 josie's 1k event ˚ ₊ ‧ #neo x reader #neo anderson x reader #neo imagine #neo the matrix #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves smut #keanu reeves imagine #*⠀neo.

[rampldgifs]

click the source for 357 gifs of south korean-american actress KIM YUNJIN in netflix’s XO KITTY(2023). please note that i do not approve of the 5+/- age rule. these were made from scratch and more will be added at my leisure, so please don’t edit, repost or claim as your own or i will eat you. tag me if you’re posting edited gif icons for public use. consider reblogging to spread poc options if useful. enjoy !

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[fivelakesinwriting]

Prying Fingers {Joseph Quinn}

Author's Notes: Please see under the cut for the full request. Thank you for your patience, and for all the support for my Joseph Quinn stories! I'm having a lot of fun writing for him. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Accusations of cheating - no actual cheating, Smut*(established relationship, slight hair pulling, biting if you squint, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)

Requested? Yes! Requests are open!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

Requested by @kellysimagines

"But i was wondering if you could write one where joe and the reader have been dating since filmsing season 4 and lately he is still busy with the season and reader has finished and is also working on something else and they havent had much time alone together so the reader suprises him with lingerie and stuff and he rejects her saying hes tired and stuff and a couple days that goes on and one night while he is showrring he gets a text from a woman and the reader confronts him with it and she leaves and later on she discovers that the woman is family of his and he is planning a party or proposal you can decide. Can you also ad smut in it? :) i had that in mind for a while"

*

It was a big step - the whole, visiting his family in his home city thing. She was nervous, and she wanted everything to go right. She wanted them to know that she was the right fit for the person they loved. Because she loved him, too.

It was a surreal experience, so she didn't stop and think about it too often. She got mixed up in her feelings too much when she did that. So, while Joseph got ready for dinner that evening with his family she busied herself in their hotel room, hanging up clothes and straightening up shoes that had been carelessly kicked aside.

"Honey? Can you come here a 'sec?" Joseph's voice echoed from the bathroom, the door just slightly closed over as he showered.

"I thought we agreed that you were going to shower alone, Mister?" She called back to him from her spot on the floor, pushing the heels of his shiny dress shoes against the wall.

"I know, it's not that. It's my phone! Won't stop goin' off! It's ruining my playlist. Will you check it for me? See what the fuss is." Joseph chuckled over the spray of the shower.

She stood up with a smile and made her way towards the bathroom to check his phone as requested. She pursed her lips at the abundance of texts. A few from his mother, which was to be expected. But there were a few from a person she did not recognize.

"So, what's the word?" Joseph questioned as he opened the door of the shower slightly, blinking the water from his eyes.

"Who's Jeanette?" She questioned, her eyes on the screen of his phone.

I can't wait to see you!

Are you sure she has no idea?

See you tonight! xo

"Jeanette? That's my cousin. Why do you ask?" Joseph replied, reaching for the faucet of the shower and turning off the spray. He quickly exited the shower stall and reached for his phone. He released a heavy exhale when she pulled it away from his grasp.

"Your cousin? I've never heard you mention any Jeanette before."

"Yes, you have. It's my cousin, Jeannie. Now, please give me back my phone. This isn't funny." Joseph stated firmly as he wrapped a towel around his waist then took the phone back from her. His heart raced in his chest at the thought that he had been found out.

"Is this why you didn't want to have sex the other night? Because of Jeannie?" She questioned, tears welling in her eyes as her voice quivered with anger.

It was a few days before they had left to come over to London. They both had the night off, and she had wanted to do something special for him before they went away and he was inevitably in the arms of his family and they didn't have much alone time. She purchased a new set of lingerie, sheer and black that would leave very little to his imagination, waiting for the most opportune moment to put it on for him. While he lounged on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through his phone, she readied herself in the bathroom and made sure that the lingerie was placed just right on her body. She was devastated when she walked out, called for his attention and with a soft smile he said simply, "not tonight, honey."

"Are you being serious? No! I was tired. You looked sensational that night, and I didn't want to disappoint you because I wasn't up to it. Jeanette is my cousin, and we're seeing her tonight. That's why she's texting me. Don't do this, please." Joseph sighed as he placed his phone on the bathroom counter behind her, then reached held her face in his hands. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, working his fingers into her hair as he exhaled through his nostrils.

"I'm sorry." She whispered into his chest, small drops of water still there. She realized she had somewhat forced him from his shower with her accusations, and her heart sunk. This wasn't their relationship.

"It's alright, honey. I understand." Joseph nodded as he trailed his fingertips over her shoulders and down her back.

"But, can I ask - what am I not supposed to know about?" She questioned, hands on his chest as she pushed back to look at him.

"Jeannie is helping me with something. For..for you. And it's to be a surprise." Joseph muttered as he held her hips, eyes on her face.

"Does it have anything to do with that little box I found stuffed in your dress shoes a few minutes ago?" She inquired softly, averting her eyes from his intense gaze and fiddling with the gold chain around his neck.

"What were you doing snooping in my shoes, Miss?" Joseph grumbled with a furrowed brow, backing her up towards the bathroom counter and pinning her to the edge of the surface.

"I was just organizing our things and when I moved your shoes it slipped to the bottom of your shoe. I didn't open it. I promise!" She rambled as she pressed her hands flat to his chest, eyes wide.

"Alright. I trust you. But, yes. Jeannie is helping me with something lovely for you, and it has something to do with what your prying fingers found in the bottom of my shoe. It's something sparkly, and lovely I've picked out just for you. But you have to wait, and I know that simply destroys you to be patient and out of the know, but you have to." Joseph smiled as he reached his dominant hand up and thumbed at her cheekbone.

"Sparkly?" She whispered as she leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand.

"Incredibly." He grinned as he kissed her other cheek then removed his body from hers to go and put clothes on, the situation having been diffused. He pulled the towel from his waist and tossed it carelessly across the room, running his hands over his face as he thought about what to wear for the evening out. What exactly does one wear to a surprise proposal/ welcome home party?

"I guess I'll get changed now, too."

Joseph looked across the bed at her as she pulled her dress over her head. He wasn't sure what was so wrong with her dress. A pretty yellow sun dress, the colour of sunflowers. It made him smile when she had put it on and he had been hoping she would leave it on, it looked like sunshine on her body. Underneath the dress was a lace set of lingerie, a softer yellow colour than her dress and Joseph realized what was wrong with the dress.

It had been on her body to begin with.

"I like that colour on you." Joseph muttered as he eyed her body over shamelessly tip to toe, feeling the small hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Thank you." She smiled as she straightened the straps of her underwear, bringing his attention to her hips.

"Think you should leave the dress on tonight. You'll need new lingerie, though." Joseph grumbled as he ran his fingertips over the bristles of his facial hair, his eyes boring into her hips and the space he wished he was filling.

"Why?" She laughed softly despite the heat creeping to her face, and the butterflies in her stomach. He made her feel nervous in the best, most exciting way.

"Because I'm going to shred that set." Joseph grunted with a point to her lace clad hips. He rounded the edge of the bed, making his way towards her and took her in his arms, lifting her up and tossing her onto the bed. He knelt between her legs, rooting his fingers in her panties and shredded them at the seam easily to leave her lower half exposed.

"Joseph!" She laughed, tugging his hair as he kissed over her stomach and up to her chest.

"Fix'em if you want me to. But I think you look better without." He grinned, his eyes getting that heavy and lusty look as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"I'm okay like this." She whispered as she held his face in her hands, her nose brushing over his.

"Good."

Joseph pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue in her mouth while she tugged his hair.

"You know, we don't have to go out tonight. We can stay here, and I can make love to you all night long." Joseph breathed out as he pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her breasts before he reached for his base.

"All night?" She whispered as she took hold of his backside to bring him close, kissing the corners of his mouth.

"As long as you can handle me." Joseph nodded before he slipped his tongue in her mouth. He positioned himself between her thighs, his crown ready at her wet hole. He groaned as she spread her thighs wider for him, giving him silent consent to go inside.

She welcomed him back with a tight, wet warmth. Joseph watched as her eyes rolled back, her nails sinking deep into his backside as she whined into his mouth.

"My love, you feel so good. Look so beautiful." Joseph panted as he twisted the sheets in his fists and slowly built a firm, loving pace.

"You feel good. I love you, baby." She whimpered into his mouth as she scratched his back and lifted her hips to his.

"I love you so much, honey. So fucking good to me. Feel like heaven." Joseph growled as he pulled her hair a little, making her gasp and squirm around beneath him.

"M'gonna cum, baby." She gasped as he snapped his hips forward and nudged her sweet spot.

"Such a sensitive thing. So in love with you. Cum for me, gorgeous." Joseph panted as he kept his pace firm, aiming for her gspot on every thrust.

She came around him with babbled nonsense, her nails scratching down his back and surely leaving deep marks. Joseph growled from deep in the pit of his stomach as he rode through to his own orgasm, watching her pretty face as she fell apart on his cock again.

"Oh my god, honey. You're squeezing the life outta me. Fuck. M'gonna cum. Fuck, fuck." Joseph panted as he pounded at her gspot then released inside of her. He dropped his forehead to hers and slipped his tongue in her mouth, moaning as the aftershock coursed through his body.

"Baby." She sobbed into his kiss as she rolled her body into his through her orgasm.

"I know, honey. I know." Joseph cooed as he kissed her forehead and gently pulled out of her quivering little hole. He kissed all over her face and neck while she shivered beneath him, whimpering pathetically through her orgasm.

"You got me all sticky, baby." She whined as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

"That's how I like you. Sticky, full of my cum, whiney and fucked out like this. You're so beautiful, honey." Joseph mumbled as he kissed her neck and shoulder, running his hands over her thighs.

"Okay, but I need another shower now. I cannot meet your family like this. Joseph, stop." She laughed as he nipped at her neck lovingly.

"I'm joining you this time."

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One Dance (Last Part) || Doctor Strange x Fem!reader.

Word count: 7.6K WARNINGS: None? A/N: To all the people who's read part 1 and 2, thank you so much. I enjoyed reading your comments, I really appreciate the each and everyone of you. I really had a hard time writing this one. I tend to ovethink the character's emotions, making sure it's accurate and realistic, I lost a bit of sleep on this one. So many ideas just came in my head, which might resort to me writing one-shots.

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"Um, excuse me? I'm looking for (Y/N, L/N)?" A young part-timer in a baseball cap asked the receptionist, a medium-sized assorted flower box in hand. It was filled with preserved white hydrangeas, lavender baby's breath and pastel pink roses. The other nurses and doctors turned their heads to look for you, it was probably the hundredth time someone's sent you flower boxes and other people are starting to get curious about the secret admirer behind it. 

"Again? Give that to me. She's doing open heart surgery right now, I'll pass it on to her after."  Juliet, your best friend and the cardiac ward's nurse unit manager, reached for the box, being careful with it.

"Oh uh, and this too." The kid sets an envelope sealed with wax and slides it across towards your friend then left without saying another word. 

Juliet's brows arched, feeling that that was weird. She took the envelope as well and went to the women's changing room where your locker is and left it on top of yours. 

••• 

You stood beside Dr. Blake, one of the main consultants in cardiology. You were performing this surgery under his supervision and he wasn't surprised when you needed no prompting about the delicate procedure of the coronary bypass. 

The first three months were tough but after your emotions had settled, you wasted no time sticking your nose into research and books that you've put those feelings under the carpet, making yourself believe that you're finally free from the grief of losing your relationship with Stephen. And because you focused on your work, you’ve excelled in your profession at an alarming rate, very noticeable amongst your peers.

"(Y/N)!" Dr. Blake found you and ran to catch up, you turned around to see the man jogging towards you. You began walking again after he caught up, "So, do I have an answer yet?" He asked.

You raised your brows, looking up at the taller figure beside you, unsure of what he meant by that, "Answer to what exactly?" 

"The New Year's Eve ball at The Peninsula Hotel?" He reminded you with a sheepish smile. Don was roughly the same age as you, a brilliant doctor like Strange was but minus the ego and arrogance.

Your eyes lit up as soon as you remembered, "Oh right! I'm sorry I completely forgot about that… I don't know, Don." You gave him an apologetic smile, "I agreed to work on one of the intern's research papers–"

Don clicked his tongue and stood in front of you, "(Y/N), it's only for one night, it won't hurt to come. Plus, I reckon your intern will go out partying and you'll be at home doing their work? Sounds unfair to me." He squints his eyes, tapping his chin playfully.

'Could Dr. Blake please come to Cath four please. Dr. Blake please come to Cath four.' The PA announced through the speakers.

"Think about it, you have one day left." He began to walk backwards pointing at you before running away to where he was needed. 

You sighed and headed towards the women's locker. You fished your phone out of your pockets to find a text from Juliet, it said: 'Hey Miss Popular, I left yet another beautiful box of flowers over your locker, and a letter. If you're in the mood to spill some tea then I'm in my office. xo.'

You hurriedly enter the locker room to find the flowers there, as well as the letter. Whoever was sending you those were really persistent, you opened the letter carefully, not wanting to ruin the beautiful seal, you pulled the letter out and there was a message in the middle of the textured paper.

'At new year's eve, meet me at the rooftop of the Peninsula, 11.30pm sharp. No excuses.' 

You chuckled to yourself, knowing full well about the identity of this person.

•••

You slapped the letter down on Juliet's desk before sitting down, looking at you surprised, "It's Dr. Blake." 

Juliet's eyes flickered between you and the letter, eyes widening and snatching the letter to read it, "Meet me at the rooftop of the Peninsula, 11.30pm sharp. No excuses." Juliet gasped in excitement, "Oh my god! But how do you know?"

"He's been pestering me to be his date at the new year's eve party, even just a few minutes ago. Ugh." You combed your hair back with your hands before burying your face in the crook of your elbow, shaking your head at Juliet who had her lips pressed as if trying to prevent a squeal. 

"(Y/N), you can’t stand him up, not when he made all of this effort. It boggles my mind how blind you are to his signs." She leaned back and crossed her arms.

"He's been giving me hints? I honestly can't tell, he's so nice to everyone. I can't tell the difference." You shrugged.

"Ugh… Jesus help me. Okay, first of all, his body completely turns to face yours when talking, two, he always drops what he's doing every time you need help and three, whenever you approach him and his friends, they leave, it's like they're giving you some alone time." Juliet said, almost growling, trying to get it through your dense head.

"And you know all of this because?" 

"I'm very observant, love, there’s not a thing I don't know about what's going on in my ward." Juliet leaned in, narrowing her eyes at you, "So are you going?" 

"Okay fine, only if you are!" You took the letter back and Juliet pulled a smile of success. 

"Me? Miss out on one of the biggest parties in New York? Are you really my best friend (Y/N)?" Juliet blew a raspberry and waved her hands dismissively.

•••

The elevator doors slid open into the basement parking lot, the place was full since it's now the morning of the thirtieth. You just couldn't wait to go home and sleep, you've had two long operations and your body is knackered. You carried the flower box with one arm as you approached your car. Turning your head cautiously because of the random noises that echoed in the quiet space. You picked up your pace and unlocked your SUV, carefully placing the flowers on the backseat of your car. 

You turned towards the driver's seat, then noticed a piece of paper that was pinned under the wipers of your car:

Of all the things  I can do on this earth, I just want to build a bridge from my heart to yours.

You read the note, looking around suspiciously before crumpling the paper and shoving it in your pocket. A lot of weird things have been happening to you lately, this one included. It feels like everytime you say you needed or wished for something, it coincidentally happens. 

One time you were studying in the library, and quietly told yourself that you needed coffee when out of nowhere, a group of volunteers started giving free coffee for everyone. 'Take it easy.' Was written on the cup, as if reminding you to take a break from being stuck in a book.

The next one was when your car broke down and you had no choice but to catch the train instead. Something urgent came up at work and they needed you asap, you were running to catch the train, its doors almost closing when suddenly the electricity malfunctioned for a few seconds causing the train doors to reopen, giving you time to hop on, preventing you from being late.

The most memorable one was probably when you were out on a jog, feeling at your lowest after failing to save a patient, blaming yourself even if it wasn’t your fault. You were catching your breath, on the verge of a breakdown when a stranger came up to you and gave you a single flower, which was coincidentally your favourite one. She gave you a piece of advice, "Some things are out of your control." She said, giving you a comforting pat on the shoulder before walking away. A beautiful emperor butterfly landing on your flower shortly after.

You sat in your car in deep thought about the weird coincidences, "I just need sleep." You pinched the bridge of your nose, "This is nothing." You started the ignition and drove slowly out of the car park. The radio transitioned from white noise to clear audio as you exit the parking lot. Your phone failed to connect to your car again, leaving you no choice but to listen to what the radio has to offer. 

'Cause after all this time, I'm still into you. I should be over all the butterfl–' You flicked the button on the wheel to change the station, you avoided listening to love songs because everytime, your mind lands back to Stephen and for the last eight months of putting your feelings aside and distracting yourself with work, you weren’t really a thousand percent over him– even though that's what you've been telling you friends.

'But if I let you go, I will never know what my life would be holding you close to me–' Flick. 

'So tell me what I'm to do whenever, I'm missin' you? Tell me, do you love me? I, I–' Flick. 

'Maybe it's intuition, but some things you just don't question, like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant–' Flick.

'So why does your pride make you run and hide? Are you that afraid of me? But I know it's a lie, what you keep inside, this is not how you want it to be.' You glared at the radio and slammed the off button, giving you serene silence. You released a heavy breath as you delicately stopped your car at the red light, feeling annoyed that the universe might be teasing you. 

A convertible pulled up beside you, a middle aged man singing his heart away as music blasted from his speakers,"Although we've come… to the end of the road, still I can't let go, It's unnatural, you belong to me, I belong to you!" 

"Ugh." You rolled your eyes and banged your head on the steering wheel.

•••

You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but still you couldn’t fall asleep. You turned to your side again, opening your eyes this time. In the corner of your room, you noticed the box full of Stephen’s belongings that you didn’t have the guts to return, scared that you might come back to square one if you see him up close.

You remembered standing at the landing of The Sanctum for who knows how long, carrying a box full of Stephen’s belongings. You could hear and feel your heart pounding in your chest and felt nauseous, trying to find the courage to walk up and knock at the door, but instead you left carrying the things back with you and now you’re wondering why you didn’t just leave it. Maybe because at that time, you wanted him to have a reason to come back to see you and fight for you, take you back. You had it all planned out in your head.

You came to a conclusion that he was probably mad at you that he didn’t find the need to take his things back, but you kept it anyway just in case and now here you are, eight months post parting ways and it’s still here. No calls, texts, no signs of taking it back. You thought to yourself that it was probably time, time to close the door and open a new one. Your new year’s resolution will be to throw his things away and truly free yourself.

Your hands slid under your pillow and grabbed your phone to text Don.

To: Dr. Blake Hey, just letting you know, I’d like to attend the new year’s party with you.

It hasn’t been a minute since you sent the text, and you already got a reply from the man.

From: Dr. Blake Really?! Oh I mean, awesome. I’ll pick you up at 8pm.  Wait. Why aren’t you sleeping after a night shift? Don’t reply and go to bed.

You giggled at his texts and left him on seen. You swiped back, scrolled all the way down your messages to find yours and Stephens, your thumb hovered over his name and deleted your messages and before you knew it, you fell into the rabbit hole of deleting everything that had Stephen in it. 

•••

Stephen stood in front of the mirror, tying his tie without the use of magic this time, hair neatly styled with his signature grey streaks pulled to the side. It was New Year’s Eve, he and Wong had been invited by the Mayor to attend this year’s party after defeating Gargantos six months ago and America, being his sneaky side-kick, found that you were in the guest list.

Tonight is also the night that Stephen would walk himself back into your life, formally. It’s been him all along behind the scenes, making sure you had a great day. At night when you don't have a car to use, and you walk home alone in the dark, he stays close by to make sure you get home safe. He secretly buys you coffee when you’re at your favourite cafe trying to catch up on sleep during your break time. He was behind those reminders to take it easy on yourself whenever you studied, because he knew how taxing your profession can be. All of the things he took away from you such as security, making you feel special, wanted, he wanted to give back. 

The day where you were contemplating whether to give his belongings back, he actually saw you from the window. He watched as you got folded by your uncertainty and walked away with the box still in your arms. He could’ve called you, yes, but he also wanted to give himself some time and make sure that his feelings for you were genuine. Hurting you twice was the last thing he wanted to do. If he was going to walk right back into your life, he wanted to offer himself to you fully, that is… if you still wanted him back.

Suddenly he heard a soft knock on the door, “Hi Stephen, it’s me.” America’s little voice said from the other side.

“Come in.” Stephen replied and turned around just as America entered his room, “How do I look?”

“You look really great! It’s weird seeing you and Wong all dressed up,” She laughed sheepishly and gave the man two thumbs up, “How are you feeling?”

Stephen paused to think of an answer, “Terrified.” He said nonchalantly. Outwardly, he showed confidence, unfazed by anything that may come his way but inside he felt like his own chest was going to collapse on him.

“You don’t look like it.” America furrowed her brows, “Anyway, I just came to tell you to break some legs!” 

Stephen snorted while adjusting the cuffs of his sleeve, “Do you mean, break a leg?” 

“You know what I mean!” America left his room complaining about the weird metaphor, her voice getting smaller as she got farther away, “Honestly, I don’t understand why you’d wish someone would break their legs… what if they actually break their legs?” Stephen shook his head and laughed at the kid whom he’s grown very fond of over the last few months. 

•••

Back in your apartment, you also stood in front of your vanity in a black velvety manhattan slip dress that hugged your curves so beautifully. Your hair done up in a bun with curled loose hair falling at the side of your face. You decided to go for a natural make-up look to accentuate your red lips that matched well with your all black outfit. 

Your doorbell rang and you walked towards your security cam, seeing Don on the other side. You opened up the door, plastering a smile on your lips as you greeted him with a cheek to cheek kiss, “Hi! Oh my god wow, don’t you look handsome.” You grinned and stepped aside to let him in, “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.” His eyes running over your figure from head to toe, “And you look good in that dress.” He complimented you as he walked towards your couch, observing his surroundings since it was his first time being there.

You ran in your bedroom to grab your purse, phone and wool coat, “Let’s go!” 

You didn’t expect the car ride to be so awfully awkward. He would start a conversation and it would end abruptly, then you would start one and that ended abruptly as well. The music didn’t even help ease the awkwardness, you could tell he was feeling the same since his forefinger was tapping the steering wheel. Fortunately it didn’t take long until you arrived at the Hotel, Don asked you to stay put as he went around the car to open the door for you, offering his hand which you gladly took while he helped you to step out of his car. 

He handed over his car keys to the valet and approached the staff accepting invitations from guests, “Invitations please.” She politely asked.

Don pulled his invitation from the inner pocket of his blazer, while you took your out of your purse, “Dr. Blake and Dr. (L/N)! Welcome, please head towards the elevator, the party is on the 25th floor. Enjoy your night.” She returned the invitations to the both of you.

Don offered you his arm before walking in, “Shall we?”

“We shall.” You laughed softly, and locked your arm around his, as you headed together for the elevator “So, What’s going to be your New Year’s resolution?” You whispered in the elevator filled with other guests.

“Hm, I think I’d like to focus on other things that aren't related to work.” He whispered back, slightly leaning his head towards you with a small smile on his lips. The elevator arrived at the floor, the music from the band could be heard from the hallway playing classical music. Don allowed you to step out first before you linked arms with him again, “What about you (Y/N)? What’s your New Year’s resolution?” 

You took a deep breath as you began to speak, “I thought about finally opening a new chapter in my life.” You pulled a half-smile and dropped your gaze. 

You walked through the tall entrance leading to the ballroom, the lights were warm and dimmed, purposely giving a romantic ambiance. You scanned the vast room from the top of the staircase and saw people mingling, some dancing to the music. Your eyes caught the familiar face of your friends sitting at a round table, your eyes lighting up when you saw Juliet waving at you enthusiastically. 

You looked exceptionally beautiful tonight and turned a few heads as you walked past other guests. When you reached the table where the others were, Don pulled a chair out for you, thanking him as you took a seat, “Good evening guys.”

“Wow (Y/N), wow. You look so stunning I might cry.” Juliet wiped a fake tear.

“Oh speak for yourself Juliet, you look like a model.” You returned the compliment.

There were a few important people in the room and Don excused himself, “I’m just going to say hi to the hospital’s director, I’ll be back.” He squeezed your shoulder before approaching the circle of men chatting with each other. 

“Sure.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile before turning your attention back to Juliet. The girls waited for the man to be far enough that he won’t hear your conversation.

“Sooo, are you going to tell us about the car ride on the way here?” Bea wiggled her brows at you teasingly. 

“Please, don’t get me started. It was really awkward.” You hid your face in your hand, “We only had small talk, and that’s it.”

“That’s normal, I mean it’s your first time seeing each other outside of work and in a confined space.” Juliet warmly reassured you, glancing at your date from time to time, just like the other girls.

“Oh my god, look, he won’t stop looking in your direction, I say he’s smitten,” Rosie softly tapped the back of your hand. You lifted your gaze and met Don’s eyes, he smiled at you from where he is and you returned one to him.

“I can’t take this romance, I’m going to need a mega pint of wine.” Juliet jokingly cringed at the exchange of looks that was happening before her. 

“Get up and socialise then, you aren’t in your office Juliet, you can’t sit here all night.” You teased her back, the others laughing with you after teasing her to get out of her seat and approach a girl that matches her type.

“Holy shit. No way.” Bea almost dropped her jaw, you followed the direction she was looking at and found Stephen walking in and standing handsomely in his well-pressed suit and tie. He scanned the room while readjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. The world felt almost as if it went into slow motion the moment your eyes locked into his blue ones from afar, your smile twitched as you felt the centre of your chest ache. The nerve of him turning up like this after eight months and looking fine as hell. When a female approaches Stephen, you quickly look away and start another conversation with the ladies, forcing yourself to smile and look unbothered.

•••

Stephen entered the ballroom with Wong following not too long behind him. His eyes surveyed the room, looking for you until he found what he was looking for. His eyes dilated at the sight of you, amongst other beautiful women in the room, you shined the brightest. He almost felt annoyed when someone took his attention away from you. 

He caught you stealing glances at him as we walked down the stairs, chatting with another woman. The urge to walk over to you and drag you away to somewhere private was so strong, but he needed to find the right timing for that.

Once the majority of the guests had arrived, the programme began and dinner was being served, you were left with Don beside you as the girls left for their designated seats with their own dates. There were speeches and funny stories from the mayor and sponsors, “In this New Year coming, let’s live life to the fullest.” The Mayor ended his speech and raised his glass of champagne, “Cheers.” 

“Cheers!” The crowd, including you replied, glasses clinking with one another. You cautiously looked around, it's as if your eyes moved on their own looking for Strange whether you liked it or not. And then there he was, seated at the front, drinking a glass of martini still looking at you with those annoying blue eyes.

The music began again, Don turned to you with a shy smile, “Care for a dance?” 

“It’ll be a pleasure.” You gave him a sultry smile, taking his hand as he guided you towards the centre of the dance floor. You expected to dance under the slow music with your date however, the DJ changed the music into a party song as the band took a break.

“Alright, I’m ‘bout to fall asleep, let’s get some real partying started.” He shouted, hyping the crowd and began to play Low by Flo Rida. Don slowly turned his head towards you, clearly he didn’t expect this to happen either. 

Don pulled a silly yet serious look on his face as he began dancing, using hip hop moves only an amateur would know how to do. He was clearly trying to make you laugh after picking up the drop in your mood, “Boots with the fur.” He sang and you threw your head back in laughter, covering your mouth with your hands as he made up silly dance moves in front of you.

•••

Stephen and Wong sat closer at the front where the special guests were. He wasn’t able to keep a conversation the whole night with other people since he was too busy keeping his eyes on you, waiting for the opportunity to catch your gaze once more, but as the night progressed, it never happened. He couldn’t even count how many dances he’s respectfully declined.

Stephen saw you on the dance floor, slow dancing with your date to ‘Lady in Red’, laughing along with whatever joke your date was telling you, “She looks so happy.” Wong, who was also watching, commented. 

Stephen released an exasperated sigh, before taking a sip of his whiskey, his fiery eyes made it clear that he was jealous, “Yeah, she does.” He’s almost having second thoughts about approaching you. 

Wong gave a look of concern towards his friend who was now in deep thought, “I’ve seen that look before. You’re contemplating.” 

Stephen clenched his jaw and sighed once more, “I don’t think I can keep the promise I made to the other (Y/N).” He admitted, anxiously twirling his drink. 

“I’ve been observing you the whole night Strange, there wasn’t a second where you took your attention away from her. Clearly you’ve found your happiness right there, are you just gonna let some other man take her away?” Wong asked, his tone serious yet soft, he didn’t want Strange to feel like he’s being lectured.

“And what if her happiness is the cost of mine? I don’t want to take that away from her.” Strange frustratedly replied.

Wong scoffed, “Then do the best you can to make her happy, show her that you’re worth her time. You can’t do that by sitting here and feeling sorry for yourself.” Stephen stopped swirling his drink and looked at Wong who shrugged at him, “Am I right or am I right?” Wong added.

Stephen drank the rest of his whiskey and stood up, straightening his jacket and walked towards you and Don with purpose. You saw Stephen heading for you and panic flashed all throughout your body. Stephen lightly tapped Don’s shoulder, causing the man to break away from you and face Stephen.

“Hi, Doctor Stephen Strange.” He introduced himself to Don and offered the other a handshake. Don’s eyes widened in surprise and took the man’s hand, firmly shaking it.

“Oh my goodness, It’s a pleasure to meet you Doctor Strange. Let me just say I love your work. I’m Donovan Blake.” Don smiled at Strange, clearly ecstatic to meet your ex. 

Stephen glanced at you, “Thank you Doctor. How are you (Y/N)?” He asked you so casually that you felt the urge to slap him across the face.

“I’ve been well, thanks. And you Doctor?” You asked him back with a dead-pan expression. Don’s head turned between you and Stephen who was having a staring contest, noticing that there was tension present between the both of you.

“You two know each other?” Don asked innocently, looking at you this time. 

“Yeah, old friends.” You quickly answered before something else comes out from Stephen's mouth. You could feel Stephen forming a smirk at how fast you were shutting him down. 

“Mhm. Old friends.” Stephen agreed firmly, his eyes leaving you for Don, “I was actually about to ask if I could steal your date for one dance.” 

Don opened his mouth to say ‘Of course’ but you cut him off, “I would rather have a drink-” You faked a smile towards Stephen, tugging your date on the sleeve to leave when you noticed Don giving you a confused look, “I mean, I don’t want Don to feel-” 

“(Y/N), it’s okay. I don’t mind.” Don chuckled, “I’ll see you at eleven-thirty.” He lifted your hand towards his lips and gave the back of your hand a soft kiss in front of Stephen, who looked away and waited for him to leave. 

At the same time, the song you were dancing to with Don finished and the band played a new song, “Alright folks, for those of you who want to fall in love tonight, this song’s for you. This is called, ‘Until I Found You.’” 

Georgia, wrap me up in all your, I want you in my arms, oh let me hold you~ 

“Can I just say, that dress you’re wearing is stunning on you.” Stephen took delicate steps closer towards you, his warm hands splaying across the skin of your bare back, whisking you towards him, closing the gap between your bodies. 

 I’ll never let you go again, like I did~

You quietly gasped, a heady flush spreading all over your body. Your arms reluctantly wrap around his neck, stubbornly avoiding to look at the face you've yearned to admire for a long time. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, “Thank you… you don’t look bad yourself.”

Oh I used to say~

You hear Stephen chuckle, his cheek pressed at the side of your head, “I see that you’re still trying to humble me?” His deep, lovely voice sent a thrill down your spine.

I would never fall in love again until I found her.

“Is it working?” You scoffed and asked in a quiet voice, trying your best not to sound nervous.

“Not really.” Stephen replied, “Because I think I'm making you feel nervous.” The air was cold and yet you felt heat exploding from the pit of your stomach rising to your face as you felt his solid gaze towards you. 

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

He guided you into a spin and when your body crashed back to him, he held you tighter than the last. A combination of his alluring scent, the weight of his gaze, and the nonexistent distance between you is so overwhelming that it almost makes you dizzy.

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her, I found you~

You took a deep breath after what seemed like forever, giving yourself to gather your emotions before you answer him, you tilted your head up and you lifted your eyes to meet his and battled them, “I’m not nervous.” You denied, forgetting that he was so much taller compared to you.

Stephen studies your face, lips twitching and whispers, “I am,” He drops his gaze to your mouth leaning in close enough so when he spoke, his breath would caress your lips. Jesus Christ.

You snapped your head away from him, feeling self-conscious that your friends might see how close he got; your breath getting caught in your throat, feeling ashamed that they might judge you for dancing with your ex-boyfriend.

Your heart was racing when you felt his lips almost touching yours, “Are you messing with me right now?” You were doing everything in your power to look at him unimpressed, but the fact that you felt intoxicated by him, leaving you craving for more, was leaving you feeling miserable.

“Why would I do that?” He asked, “Do you really think I’m only dancing with you for my own entertainment?” He gently put his hand down your arm, and you felt goosebumps forming on your arms, as well as shivers rushing up your spine. Eventually, he ended up taking your hand, putting it over his heart, which was rapidly beating in the presence of you.

You searched for Don who was casually chatting with other guests, feeling relieved that he was occupied. You were spun around, leaving you with no choice but to concentrate on him and his words, "Don't look at him, look at me." He coax gently, his voice dangerously huskier than before, "Do you still think I'm messing with you?" He pressed your hands harder over his heart.

Lord have mercy on my soul. You felt the rhythm of his heart against your palm, almost beating in synchronicity with yours, “I can’t- You can’t do this to me. This is unfair, Stephen.” You unravel your arms around his neck, you softly push him away while shaking your head.

His hands fell from your back, your skin missing its warmth in an instant while your mind fell  into a spiral of confusion with your emotions as you weaved through the sea of people, leaving him alone on the dance floor.

You rushed to the ladies' bathroom where Juliet followed soon after, "(Y/N), are you okay?" She frantically asked as she barged in, catching you attempting to calm yourself. 

Your eyes burned with vexation, "I hate him– I hate how he makes me feel this way, I hate the way he looks at me, I hate how my body reacts when he touches me, it's like all my senses are betraying me and he knows it!" 

Juliet could only watch you empathetically, she approaches you by hugging your side, "You never stopped loving him, didn't you?" She popped the huge question.

You nodded as much as you hated to admit, "Gosh, I feel like a hypocrite. I left him because he couldn't get over his ex and here I am on the same boat as him. Can't get over my own ex." You laughed, in ridicule at your situation. 

"You're not a hypocrite, need I remind you that you're not stepping on anyone else's feelings? Because you're not, you're just confused," She lightly shook you, "Do you want him back?" Your friend asked yet another huge question, a question you haven't prepared an answer for.

You threw your head back, preventing your angry tears from falling, "My new year's resolution was to completely let go, but then he decides to show his stupid face in that annoying suit. Why am I getting the urge to slap him across the face?"

Juliet gave a look, finding your anger quite cute, "Because you think he's hot," You glared at Juliet, "and I think he is as well, but I've never seen you get so worked up over another man. You can't deny that you're still into him. Just face it and talk to Stephen and if he says he's still hung up on his ex then tell him, bye bitch, I got plenty of people lined up for me."

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You found Don waiting for you at the empty rooftop bar, though the fairy lights all around were on, there was nobody there but the two of you. Don was sitting at one of the sun beds, you smiled at him as you quietly approached and sat beside him, leaving your wool coat beside you.

"So, half an hour until the New Year, how are you feeling?" He broke the silence. 

"Nervous but I'm looking forward to what it has in-store for me," You paused, "So why are we really here Don?" You asked, not wanting to beat around the bush anymore. 

He chuckled, "Wow straight to the point— Well, I just wanted to tell you that I've had such a pleasure working with you these past three months. You're an amazing Doctor and you continue to surprise us with your passion and talent and because of that, I might’ve caught some feelings for you along the way." He worked so hard to find the right words and not stutter as you listened to him intently.

"So this is what it's all about, all the flowers and chocolates–" You chuckled but Don gave you a confused look.

"What flowers?"

"The flower boxes? You've sent like heaps of them, with notes of encouragement?" You repeat yourself. 

Don shook his head, "I didn't send you any flowers ye—" His phone rang in his pockets, "Sorry, I got to take this, it's the hospital." Don stood up to take the call.

"Yeah, sure." You replied in a low voice, trying to put things together, you played with your fingers as you got lost in your thoughts. Don glanced at you several times and took a few minutes on the phone before coming back with a disappointed look on his face.

“(Y/N), I have to go. There’s been an out of hospital cardiac arrest, can we do a rain check?” He asked, reaching for his jacket that hung on a chair and apologised. "I'm so sorry.”

“It’s alright, I understand, go.” You held his hand and reassured him with a kind smile. Getting a little embarrassed, he replied with an apologetic smile. Your sigh was accompanied by the sting of cold air touching your skin as you sat in silence. As you stepped out of your chair, you found yourself looking at the spectacular view of the city from the balcony railing, everyone was awake, waiting for the new year to arrive. Your sentiments were enhanced by the view, the weather and the reset of the earth's orbit around the sun. Your mind’s feeling nostalgic about the good things that happened to you and you begin to feel grateful for meeting amazing people, including Stephen.

“I hope he’s got one hell of an excuse.” Suddenly, Stephen interrupted your train of thought, making you jump lightly and turn around, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” As Stephen continued to walk, he paused for a moment, hands in his pockets, and then he continued back to you. 

“He does actually, out of hospital cardiac arrest.” You answered without looking at him and went on admiring the city while he was admiring you.

Stephen nodded, now looking at the sparkling horizon as well. Even though there was no awkwardness between you, the silence between you felt heavy, especially since both of you still have some things on your minds.

“(Y/N),” “Stephen,” All of a sudden, both of you spoke at the same time, causing you both to laugh casually, Stephen insisting that you go first.

“It was all you wasn’t it?” 

“Can you elaborate on that?” The man asked with his eyebrows raised. 

“The chocolates, the flowers, the notes. All the weird coincidental things that've been happening in the last few months. That was all you, wasn’t it?” You elaborated just like he asked and he nodded.

“Yes, that was all me– well this kid actually helped me– but I’m trying to make up for the things I wasn’t able to do when we were with each other,” he confessed, casting a quick glance at your face.

“Why? I didn’t ask for any-” 

“Exactly, you didn’t ask but you deserve everything, little things or big, you deserve all the good- great things.” Although his voice was calm, there was a sense of passion in his delivery.

“I went to your place once to return your belongings,”

“I know.”

“I stood there for a while trying to find the courage to knock but I couldn’t,” 

“I know.”

“So, I took them back with me, secretly hoping that you would at least send me a text or give me a call, maybe even show up at my door asking me to give it back to you, I kept it as an excuse for you to come back to me but you never did,” Your voice gave out as if you’re holding your tears back, because now you knew that he saw you but didn’t do anything about it, “And now you show up out of nowhere.”

Stephen dropped his gaze as you explained the reason behind your visit. Hearing the sound of your voice breaking and trying to keep a brave face was like a bullet to the chest, “The reason why I didn’t do anything was because I needed to clear my head. You of all people knew how messed up I was, you asked me to find my happiness, so I followed what you asked of me that night.”

There was a good reason why you kept your mouth shut; you did ask him to find out what makes him truly happy and that is what he did.

With his fingers running along the edges of your cheeks, he cups your face with his hands, his eyes glistening “I'm a huge asshole for hurting you the way I did, you; a beautiful, smart, kind… breathtaking woman, don’t deserve someone like me but If I could repeat it again, I would do the same thing and watch you walk away. Because I would rather have you feel upset than me trying to fix things at the wrong time and hurt you even more in the process.” 

After placing your hands over his, you closed your eyes for a moment, savouring the sensation of his hand resting on your cheek, “So did you find it? Your happiness?” Your eyes fluttering open, you look up into his once again, unable to look away as you gaze into the depths of his eyes.

“Yes, I did find my happiness-” Stephen drew closer to you, he looked at you intently, tucking strands of your hair away from your face, your pensive gaze transforming into a smile as you let him know that you are genuinely happy for him. Something about his gaze has never been captured by you before. The longer you stand under it, the weaker your knees feel.

Stephen wipes a tear from your eyes as you whisper, "I'm really happy that you found what makes you happy, Stephen.”

“I’m looking at her right now.” He proclaimed in his deep voice that could melt ice bergs. Your eyes slightly widen in surprise, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightens as Stephen inches closer. Finding it difficult to meet your eyes as your lips constantly entice his attention, every second spent without tasting your lips was killing him.

"(Y/N)?" Juliet called your name and you pushed yourself free from Stephen's grasp. After seeing Stephen there and not Don, Juliet narrowed her eyes slightly. She also felt like she interrupted something, "Are you… coming back for the countdown?" 

You look at Stephen who looks dismayed as he turns his back towards your friend, his expressions begging you to stay.

You cleared your throat,"Yeah, I'll be right there." You turned your attention back to Strange who stood still, rooted in his position, "I'm going to go back, it was nice seeing you, Stephen." You bit your lip, but Stephen said nothing, which prompted you to begin walking back and following Juliet.

It was a sharp sound of Stephen's rapid footsteps gaining momentum behind you which caught your attention, and you felt his calloused hand snagging your wrist, the next thing you know you're being gently pinned against the wall, "Stephen!" You blurted out of surprise. 

It was like the whole world melted away as Stephen sealed your lips with his, the countdown, the fireworks all turned into nothing but background noise, the atmosphere became ethereal, heavy, and beautiful. Having tasted the taste of soft lips, his kisses began to become urgent; hot and consuming. It seemed like you were losing your grip on reality when he gently slid his arms across the back of your waist securely as your knees collapsed, closing the space between your bodies. His other hand supported the back of your head. It was just as passionate for you to reciprocate his kiss, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders with just as much passion. When Stephen reached the limit of his lungs, he was forced to pull away from you after missing the feel of your lips .

He kept that close distance, his nose lightly grazing your cheek, his breath heavy, "Come back to me. Tell me I'm not too late, please tell me you're not in love with someone else. I don’t want to fall in love unless it's with you, you're the one I want to share my life with. If you give me another chance I'll prove to you how much I love you, my words aren't going to get me anywhere so please, let me show you." Stephen pleaded and took your hands, squeezing it for dear life, scared that you would walk away, “I’m yours.”

You felt speechless, after all you've been through you're finally hearing what the words you want to hear from him. You've never seen him act this way, his whole demeanour screams that he was scared to lose you, again, "Are you really the same man who threw my feelings out the window? Because if this is a dream, then I don't want to wake up. I'll give you this as your one last chance, Stephen, it's a new year, we can start over." You whispered with a quivering smile, standing on your toes to leave a kiss on his cheek. After hearing the three simple words you said, Stephen slowly sighed with relief, and he embraced you with a smile that grew wider.

The two of you turned around and watched the fireworks lit up and brought colour to the night sky, "Now I have to think of a new, new year's resolution." 

After removing his jacket, Stephen threw it over your shoulder and asked, "Why? What was it?" 

"I was going to throw your things out in the trash." You casually admitted and the look on his face made your laugh, "What? It's taking up too much space. My mom thought I joined a cult." 

Steve laughed sarcastically and squeezed your shoulders, "Wait till you tell her that a cult master is in love with you." 

When you look up at him, you tilt your head teasingly, "Did you just say you're in love with me?" 

"Oh shit, did I? Must've slipped." He hissed softly, "Can I take it back?" 

"Sorry, no refunds."

Stephen asked for reassurance, "Are you in love with me too?" You managed to keep an innocent face, keeping your heart to yourself as you took Stephen's hand in yours.

The cold wind whipped against your arms and you brushed it off. "Oh, it's so cold, let's go in." You went to get your wool coat which you had left on the beds, Stephen eyeing you as you walked by him, still waiting for an answer.

"(Y/N)?" Stephen followed you inside like a puppy, "You're in love with me right?" 

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pt.1

warnings: alcohol, smoking, modern!au, drummer!abby, basist!ellie, fem!reader

summary: after moving to a small town to be there for your best friend while she needs you , you start working at a bar. The lokal band that plays there every sunday seems pretty interesting after spotting a blond haired and pretty attractive drummer

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notes: I promise the second part is going to be more spicy, I think this is going to be a small series maybe a bit slow burn but maybe the next chapter is going to be nsfw idk yet :.) also i’m new here so i‘d appreciate reposts, likes or even comments so so much <33

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Things were going to be different this summer, you felt it. After a long winter it finally started to get warm again, and the sun felt so good. While blasting music through your headphones you walked towards the little bar your friend mentioned, hoping to find them searching for new workers.

Since you moved here you didn't really had the time to focus on applying to a new job, all that mattered was to be there for your friend. Dina was one of the people, you would do something crazy like that for.

Moving to a small town because she had just broken up with her boyfriend and being on the edge of an identity crisis you were there to support her. But because of everything being pretty spontaneous the time and money it'd take to find a new place wasn't something you had right now. Till you'd manage to do so, Dina let you stay at hers.

„stay as long as you want cutie!" was what she told you the day you arrived at hers. But god no you didn't wanted to ruin her privacy and personal space. Her apartment wasn't big, and you knew she didn't like sharing her place (that's why she never moved in with Jesse, her Ex boyfriend).

She wasn't satisfied with you having to find a new job just to afford living here and stressing about finding a place to live just because she wasn't stable enough to be on her own right now. But Dina knew that you would do nearly anything for her because she was always there for you too, through hard and rough times she never turned her back on you. You two kind of became each others family.

The little bar she mentioned was just about 10 mins away, and while you walked there you got to know the small town. Pretty old houses and lots of greens and gardens. Where you stayed before was very different from that. Dina lived with you before she decided to move here because of Jesse, and you couldn't afford it yet to visit her and now you're moving here anyways. God, Dina is lucky that you're pretty easy when it comes to moving around, some people might would've lost a good job with moving spontaneously. Not you. After moving away from your dad, you tried to work as much as possible to afford your apartment and the food for your two cats. From being a bartender to working as a cleaning force, you did it all and you didn't mind. At least you didn’t had to share a place with anyone but Dina after moving out from you dad’s.

The bar was really sweet, Dina just knew what you liked. When you stepped in a little bell rang, and the person behind the counter bar glanced a welcoming smile at you.

"hey! you're new here right?" she nodded in your direction and you came closer while looking around.

"yeah, is that so obvious?" in this town they probably all ready knew everyone's face. You gave her a little smile.

"Kind of, yeah" she pointed at a board that showed all the drinks and prices. You thought about what to order. "Just a small coffee, please" you answered counting your money. After you gave it to her you sat down at a barstool right in front of her. "I'm Cat." she held her hand towards you and you shook it lightly. "y/n" taking a sip of the coffee she just had put right in front of you. Tilting your head to the side, unsure to ask you started: „Do you guys..perhaps..need another hand?" She looked up at you "I'm sorry i don't want to bother but I kinda really need that money right now-" you brabbel faster than your thoughts can follow. Silence. She looks at you with a little smile. "you're lucky you're talking to the chef right now."

„Dina!“ with a grin on your face you shouted her name while entering her apartment. You heard music coming from the kitchen and as you came in you saw her in front of the kitchen counter. As always she looked as if she knew what she’s doing but that was just her confidence. Sometimes you really questioned how she managed to live on her own with those cooking skills. „hey“ she smiled and turned her head over to look at you for a sec. „Guess who’s gonna start working tomorrow“ holding back a big smile you walked over to her to look at what exactly she was cooking. „No way-„ she looked surprised. „oh yeah“ with a grin on her lips she turned over to hug you. „NO WAY!“ she repeated while hugging you excited. „Oh my god tell me everything about how you managed to get the job right away!“ you started telling her about the sweet manager that was pretty young for an owner and how open she was with helping you by applying to the job at her bar. Dina was really proud of you and rewarded you with the dinner she cooked. Surprisingly it tasted better than anything she ever cooked for you. You noticed how she changed since you last met her. But that wasn’t a bad thing. Better cooking skills, and she became so independent (you were an exception). You were happy that she broke up with Jesse after she told you how off their relationship became after being together for 2 years. Since she moved here to be with him all the time they started to notice that they just didn’t fit together anymore. „maybe it‘s time for a girl again“ Dina joked. Her last relationship with a girl didn’t ended that well either. You chuckled. Summer just started and you were both single, could be worse.

Time goes by, and after two weeks of working you settled in. Working at the bar was exhausting, but fun. This sunday was your first shift while a band would play. That meant: working all day and working late. But at least they maybe would play something you’re into? Dina joked about the band members and how she thought lokal bands always consisted of some old people that had nothing to do anymore. Great. A bit downturned you got ready that Sunday. While looking into the mirror you tilted your head to look at your face from different angles. Why don’t try something new? You normally didn’t wear that much make up, but foundation, mascara and a nude lipstick were your go-to. Maybe some dark red lipstick for today would make you feel more confident (you also thought of how you could get a bigger tip if you’d do that to be honest). Working at the bar your clothes had to be subtle so you mostly wore all black but comfy. Sticking to that tonight you wore comfy black jeans and a black top with lace framing your cleavage. Putting on your silver hoops and necklaces you felt complete.

„looking hawt“ Dina approached you with a grin. „So i’ll see you tonight when the gig starts right?“ you nodded. „Should I bring some food? I mean you’ll be already working hours when it starts..“

„No thanks Dina, but very sweet of you. I’ll take something from the store for the way“ you pouched a kiss on her cheek, teasingly knowing it’d leave a red kiss stain she’d be annoyed about and waved her goodbye.

Arriving at the bar you saw the band’s equipment already built up on the little stage across from the counter you’d be working. Nice, so at least you’d see something and it wont get boring working that long.

„Sooo in the band are Manny, Owen, Ellie and Abby“ you nodded, not really knowing what you could’ve answered. „Don’t worry you’ll get to know them over time, they had a break for the last couple of weeks but now they’re back and luckily playing for the Planet.“ (The Planet = name of the bar) „So.. what genre do they play?“ you asked while starting to wash some of the used glasses in the sink.

„hmm they most of the time just cover songs, I‘d say rock and metal because they love to cover classics from the 70s“ interesting. „and some other alternative sub genre, but don’t worry you’ll enjoy if you like hot men making music“ cat grinned and leaned over to you. You started laughing and shaking your head. „No not really, i’m on the other team.“

„girls? I like that. I think you’ll love the drummer and the basist then“ you raised your brows. „I’m gonna have to work cat, not crushing on some band members that’s something i’ll leave to you“ you chuckled and she just shrugged. „Well, I’ll definitely enjoy the show. By the way, don’t underestimate us. Just because it’s a smaller town, people from elsewhere come here too when they’re playing.“ Cat left and you were alone at the counter. No visitors yet, so you could relax. Listening to the radio, you hummed quietly while focusing on getting everything ready for tonight.

„They’ll soon start, why don’t you get a small break before the bar fills?“ Cat came by to check on you after some hours of your shift and you took the opportunity and went through the back door outside.

You were about to search for your cigs in your pockets, when a group of people came closer. Before you could care to look up a girl came closer. „You want one?“ a girl with long blond hair in one braid held a pack right in front of you, now you looked up. You smiled shyly and nodded. „Uh..Thank you, and sorry i forgot mine“ you said without being asked but you were nervous and it just came out. Gosh she was so pretty.. Her little smirk, her nose covered in freckles and her whole appearance seemed to attract you. After you took a cig between your lips she immediately took out a lighter. You looked up at her to look in her eyes while she lit it for you. You inhaled and took a step backwards to fully look at her. Exhaling. „Thanks“

„You work here?“ her voice was a bit raspy and her big hoodie hid whatever was under there, you could just imagine. The other people of here group circled around you two and you started to reckon who these people were. Not bad, even Dina would find them attractive and yet she didn’t date a musician. „Yeah I do, I’m new here though“ you smiled and the others started to greet you too. „Yeah I would’ve recognized you otherwise“ she grinned and while she exhaled the smoke she respectfully tilted her head to the other side.

„Nice to have you guys here, Cat told me about you. Seems like we should be honored to have you playing at the Planet“ you jokingly exaggerated a bit and they chuckled. „I’m Abby by the way“ she looked to the right „that’s Manny,“ pointed to the other guy „Owen. And that-„ she layed her arm around the girl on her left „is my girl Ellie“ they all smiled at you and you also introduced yourself. So, she has a girlfriend? Not that you really should take the first hot girl that seemed like your type that kind of works with you. Ellie was also more masculine, a thing you were most of the time attracted to. She was a bit smaller and less talkative then the blonde. Anyways, you should focus on your work first, dating comes last. Even though you were more then desperate. You needed to get laid soon our you’d actually just grab the next best lesbian that was down to fuck.

When y’all finished the smokes you walked them back into the bar, or they walked you in there. Next to them you looked so unintimidating it was almost embarassing. You walked back to the counter while they went to the set up across from you. Staring at them you didn’t notice how full it got and had to take some orders right away. While serving the costumers one of the guys, you forgot the name, started opening their gig.

God, it got so full you became a bit stressed, but when you saw Dina coming in you relaxed a bit. People started to move away from the counter and gathered around the little stage.

„hey sexy barmaid“ she squeezed herself through a group of men that just ordered, to get to you. „So no old men band, god for you“ you rolled your eyes. „And for you too right?“ she giggled. „yeah of course“ she sat on a barstool infront of you and glanced over her shoulder. „damn, they actually are surprisingly good looking..“ pouring shots for another costumer you nodded. „i know..“ she leaned back to you. „The brown haired one seems to be your type. Tatts, short hair?“ you shrugged, she just knew you to well. But she didn’t knew that your eyes were on the other girl only. Now, while thinking about her you tried to see her through the small crowd. She was the drummer, of course. You raised your brows, she had taken her hoodie off, god…you blushed embaressed. Her arms toned, and muscles flexed from playing the drums. A view you couldn’t deny to find very appealing. Hoping Dina wouldn’t notice your red cheeks, but the lights were dimmed and drawn to the stage.

„Am I right??“ Dina tried to get your eye contact. „hello bar momma i’m talking to you“ you snapped out. „Dina gosh let me enjoy the view for a moment“ you laughed and she ordered something. While mixing her a drink you two talked about how she needed someone to get over Jesse and how you needed to get laid. And coincidentally there was a group with potential right infront of you.

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Hey y’all idk how this works I’ve never been struggling this hard before. My two daughters lost their dad my fiancé a week ago from a heart problem we didn’t know he had. It was sudden and now I have to plan a funeral alone. I never imagined that he would be gone we were just talking about getting a life insurance policy like a month ago but never did it. I already have our two daughters I gotta take care of on 1 income now I don’t know how I’m gonna pull this funeral off of anyone can help us send him up the right way plz consider donating 🥺😭❤️

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January 15th 2023🚨⏰⚰️

Update!!!!!

Still waiting on donätîons I currently only have $250(I took out a loan that’s all I was approved for)/$3,400(cost of funeral service and funeral home plus casket. The $3,400 DOES NOT INCLUDE THE BURIAL 🪦🥺😭⚰️😣♥️

Please help us if you are able and I would appreciate it if you can not help us financially, a reblog and prayers will always be appreciated.

RIP my one and only Prince Charming 🥺❤️🪦⚰️

Cashapp $prettymom18

UPDATE JAN15th 8:54pm

Still 0 help but I’m still great full for all the reposts and likes if you know anyone who may be able to help or has a big following on here PLEASE don’t hesitate to tag them in ur repost or just tag them on the comments ❤️🙏

PS my friend said if someone wants to donate but they don’t have cash@pp I can give them her Venmo or chime or PayPal so if that is what is stopping you from donating DM me and I can send you her vënmø or paypãł

Thank y’all again♥️

XO XO XO and GOD BLESS🙏🏽

Katie 🥰⚰️🪦🫶🏽👩‍👧‍👧❤️‍🔥💔✝️

I probably should’ve put this in the original post but I’m having trouble getting donations and I’m doing this all by myself his family hasn’t even called me since I told them he passed and I was a foster kid so I really don’t have anyone to help. The only person that is helping me is financially struggling too but she took out a loan bc my credit sucks so I was denied anyway thank u if u have anyone on here who u talk to a lot see if they can repost it too I wanna get some type of traction lol

UPDATE JAN 16th

Tumblr BLOCKED ME FROM MESSAGES WTF HAPPENED!!!! Someone plz help me get my messages back

Plus still no donations so please keep reposting and thank you for all the support from the reblogs

Jan18 update

Thank you to whoever sent $5 that’s the first and only donation I’ve gotten so far

Please if u can’t donate repost and tag your friends!!! I don’t know what I’m going to do if I can’t raise enough for the funeral, I don’t even have enough for a cremation

Jan 20 update

Im $30 short to start a payment plan with the funeral home I have an appointment tomorrow morning at 9am PLEASE SEND HELP either repost or dono

Anything helps us!

Help us bury my kids dad and my fiancé!

GOD BLESS PRAYERS ARE WELCOME TOO!

Jan 30th update♥️❤️‍🔥🥺😭🚨

So I DIDNT get enough money to have a funeral for my fiancé 😖😭 we had to cremate him and they put me on a payment plan. I still want to have a repass but I need to get a hall or something to gather everyone. The cheapest one I’ve found is $350 for 5 hours

ANY HELP WOULD BE APPRECIATED AND HELPFUL

I want to celebrate his short life and the memories we all have with him ♥️

It’s been 3 almost 4 weeks since he’s been gone and life being a widow mother of 2 is a lot harder than I ever imagined. Please repost even if you can’t help ❤️‍🔥

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[clovermunson]

movie night — e. munson

summary: you spend halloween night with your best friend, eddie, and it ends in more than what either of you anticipated

pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: none really, just mentions of horror movies, eddie being a dork, mentions of food and eating, best friends to lovers goodness. all around fluff. there’s no read more cut bc tumblr kept trying to fuck up the entire fic when i added one.

word count: 1.679k

author’s note: ‘tis the season to be spooky, my little internet cryptids. so naturally, i had to write this eddie fic at the absolute last minute. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, i just ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as your own! — xo, morgan❤️

requested tags: @ardent-musings

Halloween was Eddie’s favorite holiday. An all-you-can-eat buffet of candy, horror movie marathons, and scaring the living shit out of some punk kids that deserved it seemed to be one of the few things that brought him a genuine sense of joy.

However, nothing had compared to being out all night with his best friend, which was you. He’d been best friends with you since second grade, and was totally sure he’d had feelings for you at least since freshman year of high school.

“Eds, c’mon.” You huffed, “don’t you think you’ve gotten enough candy?”

Eddie looked down at the pillowcase in his hand that he’d snatched from one of the middle-school kids he’d scared shitless earlier for bullying an elementary schooler.

“It’s only half-full.” He shrugged, “think that’s enough for both of us?”

“Depends, how much of the good stuff is in there?” You asked, giggling.

“There’s plenty of chocolate, suckers, and sour candy if that’s what you’re asking.” Eddie chuckled, digging out a small bag of sour gummy worms and offering them to you.

You took the gummy worms from him, smiling as you opened the packet and began eating them. “Y’know, you promised me we’d watch Halloween tonight.”

“Did I?” Eddie feigned confusion, acting as if he were trying to recall when exactly he’d made such a promise.

“Uh, yeah.” You snorted, “remember the other day at lunch?”

“Ah.” Eddie snapped his fingers, “I did promise you that.” He smiled at his own mock-realization.

“Very funny, Munson.” You rolled your eyes, trying to keep yourself from laughing, “stop acting like you forgot.”

“C’mon sweetheart.” Eddie let the nickname slip, he’d only used it for you a few times, but every time it did, it never failed to make your cheeks turn hot and your brain go fuzzy like television static. And you knew that he’d only called two things ‘sweetheart’— you and his beloved guitar.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Eddie.” You tried to be stern with him, “you, me, your place, and Halloween on VHS. Got it?” You grabbed his hand, dragging him to his van that had been parked on the curb.

“Ooh, assertive.” Eddie smirked, chuckling lowly, “I like it.” He gave a flirtatious wink.

“Gross.” You fake-gagged, shaking your head. You tried opening the driver’s side door, but it wouldn’t budge.

Eddie hummed to himself, seemingly off in his own little world as you struggled with the door, clearly having not realized it was locked in your haste to get back to his trailer.

“Eds, unlock the door.” You stated flatly, crossing your arms.

“What was that?” Eddie looked down at you, head tilted.

“Eddie, c’mon.” You huffed, “unlock the damn door.”

“Ah ah, what’s the magic word?” Eddie smirked, licking his bottom lip.

“Edward Munson.” You used his full name, “unlock the goddamn door.”

“Hmm, I don’t think that’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was sickly sweet, sending shivers down your spine— though you’d blame it on the cool October air before you admitted it was Eddie’s doing.

Finally, you’d cracked. And you were ashamed at how little it took.

“Eddie, please unlock the goddamn door.” You pleaded, “it’s freezing out here.” You lied, you’d been wearing Eddie’s jacket over your clothes, so you were rather warm.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Eddie smiled, fishing his keys out from his pocket, unlocking the driver’s door before leading you over to the passenger side door, unlocking it for you. “M’lady.” He offered his hand to help you in.

You took his hand, stepping up and into the van, plopping down on the cloth seat. Eddie’s van had smelled like him, a distinct mixture of cologne and cigarettes that was unmistakable.

Eddie closed the door behind you, careful not to smash your hand or foot before he opened the driver’s side door. He slid into the seat, turning the key in the ignition.

“Princess always has to get what she wants, hm?” Eddie hummed teasingly.

“It’s not my fault I have a best friend that spoils me and practically waits on me hand and foot.” You smiled, and Eddie knew well enough that you weren’t wrong. He did spoil you, and he took pleasure in that. He wasn’t the richest guy in Hawkins, or even close to it, but he wanted you to feel special.

“And what’s so wrong about that?” Eddie looked over to you, one hand resting on the steering wheel.

“Oh, nothing.” You smiled, “it’s quite nice, actually.”

Eddie smiled to himself as he pulled out from his parking spot, driving through one of the more rich neighborhoods of Hawkins.

Eddie’s trailer was about a ten minute drive from where you were, and most of the ride was spent flipping through his cassette collection, with you jokingly judging his music taste.

“Alright, you can stop now.” Eddie laughed as he parked in front of his trailer, “we’re here.”

“But it’s so much fun seeing you get flustered over your music collection.” You teased him, noticing how he’d blush a little each time you complimented his taste and how he’d cutely puff out his cheeks whenever you’d criticize something.

“You wanna watch the movie or not?” Eddie smirked, switching off the ignition, “I can still turn around and go collect more candy.”

“No!” You exclaimed, grabbing at his arm, “I mean…yeah, I do.” You smiled sheepishly, realizing that your little outburst wasn’t entirely necessary.

“That’s what I thought.” Eddie smiled at you. It was a small victory, but he’d take it.

Eddie led you up the concrete steps to the door of his home, opening it for you. You stepped inside, instantly met by Wayne’s rather excessive collection of trucker hats and coffee mugs that were along the wall.

The VHS had already been placed on the coffee table, and Eddie was in the kitchen, making a bag of microwave popcorn. You grabbed the tape from its box, popping it into the VCR player and switching on the tv.

“Just a couple more minutes on the popcorn!” Eddie called from the kitchen, “don’t break into the candy stash yet, you little sugar fiend.”

You giggled at him calling you a sugar fiend. He really knew you all too well, in fact, better than anyone else. For you to deny that you had any feelings for him other than friendship would be a flat-out lie. But you never quite had the nerve to act on it.

“And the popcorn’s done.” Eddie held up the bag, carefully opening it as a few of the kernels still popped, despite being removed from the microwave.

“Movie’s in, and the candy stash is still intact.” You smiled, handing him the remote control as you took the popcorn, “anything else?”

“Uuhhh,” Eddie thought over everything, “just one more thing.”

You gave him a puzzled look, but you knew by the playful grin on his face that it was too late to try and fight against anything.

“Eddie, don't you dare!” You giggled just as he’d tackled you down to the couch, pulling you into his side. He’d nearly made you spill the popcorn, but thankfully his nimble hand was quick enough to stop it from tilting over your head.

“That.” Eddie chuckled, his arm rested over your shoulders as you both readjusted. Eddie sat up against the back of the couch while you nuzzled into his side.

Platonic cuddling had become a habit, yet both of you had your suspicions, albeit unknown to each other, about it not being as platonic anymore.

Of course you’d seen Halloween many times since its release, but Michael Myers had never failed to make you jump every time he randomly appeared. This time was no exception, and you’d jumped just enough for Eddie to notice.

“Aren’t you scared by that at all?” You looked up at him with a strawberry lollipop in your hand, and his eyes had been focused on the screen until he noticed you looking up at him with those big, sparkling doe eyes of yours.

“Absolutely terrified.” He barely nodded, his breath hitching. Michael Myers didn’t scare him at all, but the thought of acting on his feelings for you terrified him beyond belief.

You turned back to the screen, settling against Eddie’s body. He gently kissed the top of your head, subconsciously pulling you closer.

Maybe, just maybe, he had the nerve to finally act on his feelings. Now was as good a time as any, and he didn’t want to be the idiot that waited too long.

“I like you.” He blurted, immediately regretting his admission as you slowly turned to him, sitting up as you did so.

“I’m sorry…what?” You asked, blinking as you set your lollipop down on its wrapper.

“I…I said I like you.” Eddie sighed, knowing he couldn’t lie to you. “Not like, as just a friend but like…y’know…” he shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Eddie, your best friend of easily thirteen years, had told you that he had feelings for you, and you’d convinced yourself that he didn’t see you as more than a friend, despite your own feelings for him.

“Eddie…” you whispered, unable to say anything else. Your brain had turned to mush, and it seemed like every function of your brain had given out in that moment.

“You don’t have to say anything, or even say it back I—” Eddie stammered over his own words, only to be interrupted by you.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Munson.” You shook your head, trying to hide the smile that had found its way onto your lips.

“What?” Eddie asked, taken aback by your sudden proclamation.

“Kiss me.” You smiled, deciding to tease him, “before I change my mind.”

Eddie didn’t need it to be repeated again as his hand cupped your face, his lips meeting yours in a soft, sweet kiss.

As you pulled away from each other, Eddie had a rather cheeky smirk, which went perfectly with the shy, flustered blush that was on your cheeks.

“Tastes just like strawberries.”

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Lovely Commission by ccarl_arts 💞🤗🖼

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FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

synopsis: As Kitty’s twin sister Andrea, going to K.I.S.S was so nice since they were able to go to Korea, and to learn more about their mom. Everything was so new but exciting, but what happens when one guy that catches your eye show you a new experience, Love🩷

STATUS: ON HOLD

Started: June 14, 2023/Ended: —

PAIRING : XO Kitty’s, Minho x fem!reader( Andrea Song Covey)

Genre: romcom, high school au , enemies to lovers( more to added)

WARNING: swearing, angst, reader as thoughts to kill her self , metions of alcohol, underaged drinking, kissing , making out?, and suggestive? ( please tell me if I’m missing anything

Authors Note: Hey everyone! This is my very first fanfic ( with some smau things). I am excited to show what I am planning<3 I am also not korean so please tell me if I did something wrong<3 But please note that I am 10-15 writing a cheesy, cringy fanfic so yea… I will also add extra stuff after the airplane scene in episode 10. So if you don’t like that please don’t read this<3 AND READ THE TEASER!

POV:First and maybe Third?

Extra:

Bold: Korean

Italics: Over the phone

Bold and Italics: Korean and over the phone

Teaser ———-> READ ( there is information to help)

Episode 1. XO

Episode 2. WTF

Episode 3. KISS

Episode 4. TGIF

Episode 5. TBH

Episode 6. BYOB Min ho Pov.

Episode 7. TIL

Episode 8. LFG

Epsiode 9. SNAFU

Episode 10. OTP

Epsiode 11. 😍

Episode 12. 📸

more to maybe come

Taglist: @chaewon-slays @cherrriesss @lysira340 @delulu4-life

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Copyrights © 2023 xo-lesserafim. All rights reserved. I do not own XO, Kitty , Netflix does. do not copy, translate, or repost anything without my permission.

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