#this is my new kitchen counter too isn’t she beautiful

[toherlover]

sharing late bc august really did slip away into a moment in time

#do you know how hard it was to try to draw those bedsheet looking bits #at least i hope they look like bedsheets #i love this spread #this is my new kitchen counter too isn’t she beautiful #my planner #studyblr #notes #elle talks #taylor swift #bujo #study #handwriting #bullet journal #my bujo #toherlover #august #august sipped away like a bottle of wine #bujoblr #planner #taylor swift lyrics #my notes #muji #student #uni #plannerlove #plannercommunity #study vibes #light academia #folklore #studyspo

[norrizzandpia]

Let Me Be Happy. Don’t Be Mean. (LN4)

Summary: Y/n is not experienced in the realm of dating. For years, she has convinced herself that no man sees her as lovable. So, when a guy steps into the picture who checks off all the boxes, making her feel secure in his feelings towards her, she’s elated. However, when she goes to share in the excitement with her best friend, he ruins it all, along with it her happiness, by uttering three small words.

Warnings: language, mentions of grinding

Note: this is very very little women coded but nobody is related. You’ll see. Once again, this is a sad ending, but a happy one will be up soon. I just wanted to get something out to you guys because it’s been so long since i posted and im finally feeling up to returning to you all. Genuinely, i feel like this isn’t my greatest greatest work, nothing quite worthy of a comeback fic, but i hope that doesn’t deter you all <3 ill be back with some of my regular abilities soon just a bit rusty so forgive me lol

Y/n had never had a boyfriend. There were failed talking stages and men who stole longer-than-preferred glances at her, but there was never an official, labeled and definite boyfriend. A part of her life which her friends always teased her for, a part of her life which she was secretly so deeply insecure about. Throughout her twenty-two years spent on Earth, she had been told that she was intimidating, that she was “too pretty” to be approached, but, as high school passed and she graduated college without anyone putting in effort, the passing thoughts of “something is wrong with me” took hold. Maybe it was the way she dressed, or the fact she liked musicals; maybe it was the friends she hung out with, or the jokes she made; maybe it was her looks, or her smile; maybe her laugh was obnoxious, or she didn’t seem like girlfriend material. She could never escape the feeling that she was inadequate, that somehow, over the years, she had molded herself into a person that no one else would stick around for romantically. Somehow, she wound up unloveable.

Lando, in the beginning, was a maybe. Becoming friends with him was, if you asked her, one of the scariest things she had ever embarked on in her life. Famous, rich, and successful Lando Norris loved her company, even adding in a few questionable and suggestive comments in the midst of it all. Her friends, however relentless, had continuously talked about the possibility of Lando liking her, but she shut it down every time. With the way she had forced her brain to be wired, Lando would never see her as more than a friend. The comments about how beautiful he thought she was, though, she could never explain.

“Are you going to answer me or what?” Y/n’s eyes focused back to the man in her mind, sitting before her at his kitchen table and staring at her as if she had died and came back to life.

She leaned her body against the counter, “Yeah, sorry. What’d you say?”

He scoffed and laughed all at once, “You didn’t hear anything I just said? Are you okay?”

His eyes flitting over her face made her chuckle and shake her head, “Yes, I’m fine. I was just thinking about the upcoming projects I have for work.”

He nodded, though his slightly furrowed eyebrows portrayed confusion, “Okay… Well, Max invited us to go out tonight. There’s a new club a few blocks down that he got on the VIP list for. You in?”

Deciding that maybe going out would somehow remedy the strong belief that no man wanted her, Y/n nodded.

—

“Can you hear me?!” Lando screamed into Max’s ear. His best friend looked at him, a drink in both their hands, and laughed.

“Yes, I can hear you, dumbass! When you yell right in my eardrum, it’s hard not to! What’s up?”

Lando was hesitant before leaning in once more, his tone lowered an octave, “Who is that dancing with Y/n?”

Max followed Lando’s eyeline, finding his good friend grinding up against a man he couldn’t even recognize.

He shook his head, “I don’t know. At least, she’s having fun!” His laughter at his comment died down when he turned his head to see Lando pouting.

Max scoffed, “Mate, you can’t be upset with her venturing out. She doesn’t even know you think of her that way!”

Lando shook his head, “I don’t see her that way.”

Max shoved his shoulder, “All I hear is denial, denial, and fucking denial. When you wake up one morning and find out you loved her all along, don’t come crying to me when you realize you’re too late because she’s with someone else.”

Lando laughed it off, though the pit in his stomach made him want to puke up the alcohol he had consumed for the night. Maybe he had just had one too many, he told himself.

Yeah, it was the alcohol consumption.

Max’s piercing gaze leveled with Lando’s, liquor coursing through the Brit’s veins as he said lowly, “I’m sick and tired of that bullshit.”

Lando rolled his eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Max nodded feverishly, “Yes, you do! You know I can’t fucking stand the way you shun your feelings for her! I know it’s probably a dick move on my part to tell you how you feel, but if you keep dancing around her, you’re gonna lose her. I don’t want to see that for you.”

Lando shook his head briefly, coolness flowing from him as if Max’s words didn’t strike panic within his blood, “I’m not going to lose her, Max. I think alcohol makes you overdramatic.”

Max groaned and stomped away, liquid sloshing out of his glass as he retreated into the crowd. Lando’s eyes were left to fall back on his Y/n. The man’s hands were on her hips, swaying hers against his as he kissed her neck. He hated the sight and he didn’t know why.

Truthfully, he did know why.

—

“If a guy visits you at work with your favorite coffee order, does that mean he’s interested in you?” Y/n waltzed into the sunlit living room of Max’s apartment, Lando sprawled out on the couch as Max scrolled through his phone on a big chair in the corner.

“Uh, yes.” Max replied quickly, before Lando had the opportunity of selfishly saying no.

Holding her phone in one hand and the other balled in a fist, Y/n blurted, “Are you sure?”

Max pulled himself from his slouched position, looking at her intently and not daring to see the way Lando was eyeing him. He could feel the fiery gaze on his shoulder, “No man is going out of his way to buy you your favorite coffee and come see you at a corporate office for .2 seconds. Trust me, Y/n, the man likes you.”

She nodded her head side to side, “Mmm, maybe.”

”He’s right.” Lando murmured, a heavy heart as he watched her gaze snap to his, as if his thoughts on the subject convinced her more of what was right in front of her.

Max side-glanced him, a war in his head as he tried to decipher Lando and whatever he was trying to accomplish.

“You think?” She whispered, looking down at her phone when it buzzed. A blush across her cheeks made Lando’s heart squeeze.

Did she smile that way when he texted her?

Lando cleared his throat, “What’s this guy’s name? Is this the same guy you were dancing with at the club?”

She nodded, “Yeah, it is. His name is Chris.”

“Last name?” He continued, listening intently for the information.

Y/n laughed, “What? Are you going to Instagram-stalk him or something?”

Yes.

”No. Just curious.” He smiled lightly. All the while, Max was rolling his eyes.

”Chris Greenberg.” She smiled back, a moment between the two where Lando seemingly couldn’t tear his eyes off the grin displayed in front of him.

He sat back, “Alright, most generic name I’ve ever heard, but okay.”

She shook her head at Lando, the smile still on her face as she plopped on the couch beside him.

His arm instinctively draped around her shoulders, his hand toying with the ruffled fabric of her shirt. Lando tried not to fall into the mess of her in his mind yet the soft skin under his fingertips made his mind get away from him. He didn’t want it to be real. He didn’t want the morning where he woke up and he found out he was in love with his best friend to come.

But, he also couldn’t bear the thought of Chris touching her in the way he does. He willed himself not to think about Chris seeing her naked or taking care of her in the way Lando always had. Maybe he had never kissed her, but he had held her hand in moments of pain and he had been there for her when no boyfriends had the privilege of being able to show up. Lando had always been something to her and she had always been something to him, they both knew that.

He wanted her to stay single and he wanted her to stay his precious girl.

And suddenly, he couldn’t deny what he felt for her.

On the couch, with Max a few feet away from them and his fingers only lightly grazing her warmth, Lando’s eyes turned to her and he gave into the pull that he had been fighting for years.

A minute away from begging her to see him for what he needed her to, her phone lit up between them. One singular notification lit up the screen, her lock screen a picture of them two after he had gotten his Silverstone podium. A notification which was from Chris, a blushing emoji next to his name.

His mouth opened from the words he so recklessly wanted to say, he realized what he was about to do: confessing feelings he found out about five seconds ago while Max was sitting next to them. So embarrassed and slowly reaching a state of distraught, Lando retracted his arm from her body.

Y/n grabbed her phone from the space between their legs, opened her phone, and giggled at whatever stared back at her.

Lando knew his face said it all. He was always facially expressive. If she had turned her head, or Max, they would’ve seen it written all over his face. The sickening realization that he was in love with the girl sitting beside him.

Part of him loved that they weren’t paying attention to him, but another part wished she would move her head a few centimeters, catch his eyes, and let him study the way she took his breath away.

—

“Where are you going?” Lando stumbled over his feet as he ran to the door. Y/n in a black, tight dress looking stunning had alarms going off in his head.

Her hand on the door knob, “A date.”

“Why?”

She laughed slowly, “Um, because? Chris asked me? I said yes?”

Lando’s hands rested on his hips, gray sweatpants slugging low on his waist as he stared at her, “Where’s he taking you?”

She mirrored his stance, “Why?”

He scoffed, “Because! I should know where you are! What if he tries to kill you and nobody knows your location?”

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and opened the door. In the crack, Lando could see Chris standing against his car with flowers in his hand, looking like everything Y/n deserves and more. Chilling as he realized he’s trying to fight something that is not meant for him. Y/n doesn’t deserve him. She deserves someone who will sleep next to her every night, who won’t leave her every weekend for their job. She deserves someone who is available and dependable. He isn’t that. He will never be that. Chris already is that.

“I will be fine, Lan. Thank you for worrying, but Chris is a nice guy.” She smiled, not giving him room to argue as she slipped out and closed the door.

He stared at the wood for a moment or two, hearing her giggles from outside and knowing how taken she sounded. He wanted her to turn around, to open the door back up and say something that would give him confirmation that Max wasn’t right; that he didn’t realize too late the things he felt for her.

She would never come to the door and Lando would, after fifteen minutes of waiting and hearing the tires drive away, slink back to his bed.

—

She came to the door. Knocking frantically and rambling the moment Lando opened it, Y/n burst into his apartment.

Lando’s hands raised in the air, “Woah, woah, woah, slow down. I can’t understand what you’re saying.”

He watched her face light up before she took a deep breath and withheld his favorite smile, “The date went so amazing, Lan! He is so considerate and… and he listens! Lando, he sat there and listened to me ramble about my family, my friends, and everything else about my life and then asked me questions about the things I was mentioning! He likes the same things I do and he’s so cute and I can genuinely feel like he really likes me this time! He puts in the effort! He! Puts! In! The! Effort! Lando! Seriously, he’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a guy!”

Even though he knew it before answering the door, her bursting summary of this perfect guy solidified it for him.

She came to the door, but she didn’t come for him.

He stared at her, his heart emptied out of hope as he watched her big smile dwindle down.

”Why don’t you look happy for me?” She cocked her head as he stared back at her, a dead expression adorning his usually calm face.

”I love you.”

Lando watched her face drop, a hopeful smile morphing into a void. Her bag dropped to her feet and she leaned her head forward, “Stop.”

He blinked at her, “What?”

She looked back up at him, “Stop, Lando. Don’t say that.”

He scoffed, “It’s true!”

Glistening tears pooled in her eyes, “Lando, stop. Don’t be mean.”

He shook his head, “Y/n, I’m not being mean. I’m being honest.”

She roughly wiped the wetness that had fallen to her cheeks before looking at him with such a deadly gaze, “No, you aren’t! This is so fucking selfish of you! For once, I’ve found someone that will put in the effort and that I can genuinely trust in making the right decisions when it comes to me! And, now, here you fucking are, telling me you love me! It’s fucking cruel! Can you just let me be happy just this once? Why can’t I get my chance to be in love? You’ve experienced it! Why can’t you just let me do it?!”

He took a step closer to her and she took one back, “I do want you to be happy! I want you to be with me!”

She crossed her arms, “Oh, and you’re going to make me happy?”

“I will try.” He whispered.

She memorized the heels strapped around her feet, “Not good enough.”

He reared back, “What?”

She willed her eyes to meet his, “Not. Good. Enough. Chris will be good to me, I know that. I can’t trust that you’ll be good to me or be good to me until you get bored and find someone else to have fun with.”

”Is that what you think you are to me?” He asked, his heart reaching out for her, but breaking into pieces for how she views herself in his life before he can get there.

She looked up at him, eyes reddening under the tears, “If I meant something to you, if you loved me, you’d want me to be with the safe option.”

His hand trailed up her arm as tears fell from his cheeks similarly to hers, “I can be the safe option.”

”No, Lando. No, you can’t. I want Chris. I can’t deal with whatever life crisis you’re in the midst of right now.”

He groaned, “It’s not a life crisis. It’s me realizing what you truly mean to me.”

She waved her hand, “Sure, Lando.”

She moved away from his cornering, taking steps toward the door before Lando stopped her, “Don’t tell me I don’t love you.”

”I’m going to. I won’t give up the first guy to genuinely show me I mean something deeply to him for someone else who just apparently figured out they loved me after years of spending time together.” She continued by confirming his deepest fears, “You’re not reliable. You can't always be there when I need you to. That’s fine. I understand, but I’m not going to put myself in a spot to get hurt for you.”

He pleaded with her, “Why can’t you just give me a chance?”

”It’s not worth it, Lando.” She stared at him, “Let me be happy.”

”You can be happy with me.”

She shook her head, “Everything looks clearer in the morning, including your feelings for me.”

”What does that even mean?” He questioned, her form retreating to the door and practically screaming at him to let her go.

She sighed, “I’m sure you’re just tired. I’m sure you don’t mean any of this. How could you? Lando, you could get anyone. I’m not the girl you choose.”

Tears falling harder, he exhaled a quick breath, “You are the girl I choose!”

”And how long until I’m not?”

A silence followed, one that gave her enough time to open the door and leave. What was supposed to be the start of a new chapter for her turned into a reference to a past one.

The past chapter in her life where she loved Lando just as he described to her seconds before and a chapter where she convinced herself he would never feel the same. Still, she believed he never would. That what he had said to her was an episode, some dream he was sleep-talking in.

Lando would never pick her in the long run.

Even when he said he would.

#mclaren #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagines #lando norris fic #lando smut #lando norris smut #lando x reader #lando imagine #lando norris #lando norris x you #lando norris edit #lando norris fanfiction

[kitashousewife]

hii idk if I missed it but did u ever expand on the sakusa perfume ad thought 👀

YES please let me do so (sorry this is so late)

—————

“yes, that’s perfect. right here,” the photographer snaps another shot, clicking sounds echoing through the small set as sakusa lets out an exhale.

really he’s not sure why he agreed to this. some new perfume line contacted the team a few months back, talking about some sort of collaboration to boost each others popularity. a few phone calls later and now, most of the teammates have had their turn behind the camera.

sakusa was last. he really didn’t want to. he was flattered, a little flustered that they thought he would be good for a perfume ad. he’s seen them this whole life, casting movie stars and other famous athletes. the mere fact that he’s now at that level is mind blowing enough.

but now that he sits here, uncomfortably warm and sick of the attention, he’s thinking maybe it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

until you call him.

you’re in your local grocery store, picking up things for the week after work. thoroughly worn out, you grab a magazine from the racks while in the check out line to pass the time. your fingers flip through aimlessly, completely unaware of the contents of the glossy pages, until you are.

staring back at you is sakusa kiyoomi. head rested in his palm, in a partially unbuttoned black silk shirt, with a bottle of cologne to his lips.

you almost shut the magazine. your body feels warm, your head spins. almost ripping it open again, you stare right back at the photo. his jaw is sharp, and his milky skin glistens behind the shiny bottle. and his eyes, they feel like he’s staring right at you. before you can think twice you’re shoving the tabloid onto the belt, and begin to try to catch your breath.

“hell-“

“kiyoomi,” your voice sounds apprehensive, strained even.

“what? i just got back from practice, i need to sh-“

“we’ve been friends for over ten years and you forgot to tell me that you were in a fucking cologne ad?”

sakusa about chokes before he slams the mute button on his phone. he completely forgot, he hadn’t even been told by the marketing team that the ads were out. he feels embarrassed, suddenly worried about everyone in the entire world seeing a completely different side of him than normal.

but he’s also curious.

part of him wished this would happen. while he was staring down the lens of the camera, the thought did cross his mind about how you specifically would react.

he can’t help but find out.

“it slipped my mind i guess, i’ve been busy,” he sets his phone on the kitchen counter. “kinda cool, huh?”

you don’t even know what to say. the most beautiful photo of the prettiest man you’ve ever met is in front of you, and his raspy voice is coming through your phone, making for an incredibly distracting combination.

“you look so irritated,” your voice is quiet. sakusa smirks, only slightly.

“i was. i was there for hours,” his smirk grows for a moment. “i think there’s going to be a short video ad, too.”

you rub your temples. your mind is blank. you’ve always thought sakusa was handsome, but not like this. your tongue feel heavy in your mouth, and you can’t stop staring.

“a-and what do you think of it? what did your mom say?”

sakusa shorts at the desperate conversation change attempt. “she had a fit, you know how she is.”

the thought of how could she not crosses your mind, and thankfully you don’t say it out loud.

“well, it’s really something. congrats, omi,”

sakusa smiles. “thanks,” he can hear you sigh on the other end. “everything okay over there?”

no. “y-yeah, yeah, just fine,” you shut the magazine and toss it onto the coffee table.

“staring at my picture?”

“n-no!” you’re quick, and sakusa laughs.

“miss me that much? jeez, want me to come sign it for you too?”

you pause. he laughs out loud. “shut up, omi,” you groan. “i’ll see you friday anyway, for motoya’s dinner,”

“okay, see you then.”

he hangs up, and he can’t help but snicker to himself. he can’t wait to see you on friday now. and, he even has the shirt from the shoot.

he decides he’s going to wear it, just for you.

#sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #sakusa fluff #hq fluff #hq drabble #sakusa x reader fluff

[deathbecomesthem]

Roomies 5

Eddie Munson x Best Friend Reader | 2.2K - Previous

*This series will/does contain smut, angst, and fluff. Each chapter will have its own warnings for any potential triggering contents.

Chapter Summary - We are spiraling. Eddie is a rock. A shared best friend is in town for a visit. We've got some angst and bad behavior by our reader. The next chapter will feature more time with the shared best friend, and some important air clearing.

---

“Do not -” Eddie’s hand is on your reaching hand pinching the head of the arm on the record player that’s currently playing Black Sabbath. You’re not a fan, but you know the sound of Ozzy’s voice from the many years of friendship with Eddie. “- make me listen to your shitty music tonight. I’d rather sit in silence.”

“Don’t be a dick, Munson. Bikini Kill isn’t shitty. You’re just used to listening to that male chauvinistic garbage. You’re brainwashed into hating the girl bands fighting against that way of thinking.” The dig shouldn’t have much sting, it’s one you use a lot. It can be tiring defending your musical tastes all the time, and you know Eddie understands that. 

His response isn’t the normal finger flick to your forehead, though. His face drops, and he lets go of your hand. “Uh, fine. Put it on if you want.” He turns to head back to the kitchen where the boxes of Chinese food are set up on the counter. No fight. He caved, he didn’t set you straight. He didn’t explain that his reasons for not liking the punk riot grrrl bands has nothing to do with their message, which he agrees with. He just lets you win. 

Instead of Bikini Kill’s Demi Rep, you reach for Alice in Chains’ Dirt. Neutral ground. Sliding the disc from its sleeve, you wonder what new mines you might find hiding under the field of your friendship now. What else has changed without you realizing it. You wonder if every single interaction will be like this until eventually you’re both too exhausted to deal with it. And then what? You know what. And then it all fades away.

“So,” you approach Eddie from behind, hands clasped behind your back as if in private prayer, “what treats did you procure from Main Moon this fine evening?” You rest your chin on his arm, sneaking a peek at the inside of the containers as he opens them. “Oooooohhhh, you got spare ribs!”

Eddie laughs and mutters, “can’t disappoint my best girl, can I? Not when she gets that sauce all over her face every time she eats them.” You don’t see it coming before it’s too late. An arm wraps around your neck, and you're in a headlock you can’t twist yourself out of. He caught you off guard in a vulnerable moment, and now Eddie’s got sauce on his finger ready to spread it on your nose.

“Eddie, let me go!” You flail, but Eddie’s bicep remains firm, holding you against his side. 

“Oh, Angel, we’re just getting a head start on the mess you’re gonna make.” Eddie’s laughing while his finger makes a meandering journey from the tip of your nose to your forehead. He even managed to get some on the inside of your left nostril. He releases you, grabbing your arm before you stumble too far and fall, and stands back to admire his handiwork. “Oh, you’re looking very beautiful. You should let me do your makeup more often.”

“You idiot,” you try and fail to keep laughter out of your voice, “I’m not eating the rib you just finger fucked. That one’s yours, Buddy.” 

—

It was that takeout dinner, shared on the couch in your shared living room, that took the edge off. Eddie set the tone. The doubts started to calm. The looks between the two of you might last too long, there might be more excuses made to touch, but the fear that the end of your friendship had arrived dissipated. The routine set in. It was a relief.

When Friday night rolls around, you’re ready for a break. Three days off in a row. A miracle worthy of celebration. Convenient that your favorite spot happens to be below your apartment, and that you’re friends with the bartender. Heavy pours and free booze, and a short commute home. Ronnie’s in town for the weekend, the missing piece in your friendship with Eddie. The third Musketeer. 

“I can’t wait to see the look on his face,” Ronnie is close to your vanity’s mirror with a black eye pencil skating across her lower waterline, “he’s gonna shit his pants.”

“I’m just happy he’s got the rest of the weekend off. I thought I might have to spill the beans to get him to do it.” You’re rifling through your bag of lipsticks looking for the burgundy that’s your favorite. “He’s probably going to fucking murder me when he realizes I’ve been keeping your trip a secret.”

“Yeah, well, fuck him.” Ronnie fluffs her hair a little and adjusts the waist of her jeans, “last time he was supposed to go east to see me, he was neck deep in that waitress. Remember her? The one with the huge tracts of land?”

“How could I forget? She was the reason I didn’t see Eddie for 3 months. I thought he was gonna marry her or something stupid like that.” You laugh a little, ignoring the way your mind tries to compare yourself with the girl that Eddie was obsessed with only 6 months ago. 

“What are we dealing with now? Any ladies I need to fight for his attention? He never tells me shit about his love life, but I definitely got the feeling the last time we talked that there was someone.”

You laugh, and hope that Ronnie doesn’t look too closely at the way your smile sits strangely on your lips, “I don’t know. Where Eddie decides to stick his dick is really not something I think about a whole lot. But I haven’t seen any evidence of a girl in the apartment.”

Ronnie looks at you with her head cocked and says, “Except for you, of course.”

“Oh, sure. Except for me. We both know I don’t count.”

—

Garland wrapped in Christmas lights runs along the outside counter of the bar. You’re happy to find most of the booths and barstools empty. You were worried that Eddie might be too busy to enjoy the presence of Ronnie when he’s trying to work. It really feels festive, you can smell a hint of cinnamon in the air and wonder if it’s the Christmas ale that they have on tap this time of year. And there’s Eddie, standing in the corner with a Santa hat sitting crooked on his head, and a tall blonde tugging on the end of his hair with a wide grin on her face. 

“Who’s that?” You’ve forgotten that Ronnie is behind you for a second and you jump at the sound of her voice, “they look friendly.”

“I have no idea. Maybe she’s the new bartender,” your voice is quiet, afraid to draw his attention to you. You consider turning on your heel and heading back upstairs, but can’t with Ronnie here. “Let’s, uh, let’s go say hi.”

Eddie turns and catches sight of Ronnie, his oldest friend. His closest friend, next to you. Like a shot, he pushes past the blonde woman standing next to him to bring her into a big bear hug. They’re rocking back and forth and Eddie’s sparkling eyes are shining on you. He mouths, you’re dead, and then kisses Ronnie on the top of her head.

He hugs you next, holding you tight in his arms. It’s something that he hasn’t done in recent days, a familiar thing that reminds you that this is Eddie. Your Eddie. The smell of smoke and Old Spice and the feel of his stubble on your forehead make you forget the way only moments ago you were full of dread. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell you she was coming.”

“She wanted it to be a surprise. She’s been missing you.” you say into his chest, not wanting to break apart from his embrace just yet. You’ve been missing him too, despite the fact that you see him every single day. Eddie pulls away and puts an arm around both you and Ronnie.

“Consider me surprised. I can get out of here early, maybe. It’s dead, and Laney can close up.” Eddie turns his head to call back to the girl that’s made her way back behind the bar, “what do you think? You think you can handle closing alone?”

“Sure, Eddie.” She smiles at him, and turns to the old man sitting at the end of the bar. She rests her elbows on the bar, hip jutted to the side and you catch a glimpse of a line of red fabric - a thong - poking out from the hem of her jeans.

“Laney, huh? She looks like she’s got some talents.” Ronnie shrugs out from under Eddie’s arm and sidles up to a bar stool. You look up and see Eddie averting his eyes from the ample derriere of the bartender in question. You can see his cheeks darken under the Christmas lights.

“She’s an excellent bartender, and we’re lucky to have her. Shut up, and maybe I’ll get the two of you some free drinks.”

—-

Shots on shots on shots. Round 3, and the feeling that this is a mistake has already started to pass. Now it’s just fun. It’s warm. You’re loose. Fear is a distant memory, and your lips move without the barrier of common sense. Eddie’s red rimmed eyes are on the girl behind the bar, again. It’s not in your head, because you see Ronnie shaking her head on the other side of him. 

“One more round for me and my friends, Baby.” Eddie’s low voice hums through his chest, and you see the way his thumb runs across the back of Laney’s hand when he passes her a $20.

“No problem, Eddie.” She answers back, and her tongue flicks against her lips before she turns towards the cash register.

“Subtle.” You bite your words into the moment, causing both friends next to you to turn their attention to you. “Don’t let us stop you. You’ve been eye fucking each other all night. Might as well get it out of your system so you can maybe pay attention to Ronnie for more than 10 seconds.”

“Hey now,” Ronnie reaches around behind Eddie, “we’re good.” She’s squeezing your forearm in an attempt to ground you before things escalate. 

“What the fuck is your problem? You’ve been rude all night for no reason.” Ronnie’s arm drops at Eddie’s words. 

“You’re rude, Eddie. I can’t do this.” The room has started to tilt, and you can feel the words tangling in your head. “I’m going for a walk. Have fun.” You lean over the bar and shout in the direction of the bartender, “Good night, Laney. I hope you and Eddie are very fucking happy together.”

The humiliation rises inside you like a tsunami as you stumble over your feet and down the steps outside of the bar and onto the sidewalk. It’s cold, but you can’t feel it, the whiskey is keeping you warm from the inside out. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and you wonder if you could sleep in your car tonight. You wonder if there’s somewhere you could go. 

Instead, you circle the block and peek into the frosty windows of the bar. Eddie and Ronnie are getting up from their barstools, and Laney is leaning over the bar to give Eddie a kiss on the cheek. You start up the stairs full of shame, anger, and confusion. You’re going to bed, and you’ll pretend to be asleep before Ronnie crawls in next to you. You know that this time, the light of the morning will only put a spotlight on your bad behavior. 

—-

The sunlight sneaks in through the blinds, and your eyes crack open to see the room spinning in front of you. You groan, and an arm wraps around your waist. Ronnie. You see a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin sitting on your bedside table. You sit up a little and take 2 pills with a small sip of water. And another sip. One more, and then it hits you. The things you said last night. 

“Oh no, what did I do?” You ask yourself. And then you notice that the hand around your waist is bigger than it should be. You should have known by the smell of him, that scent that calms you and makes you feel cared for.

Eddie’s fully dressed and laying on top of your blankets, face pressed into the pillow you bought specifically for Ronnie to use while she stayed with the both of you. He must have - what? - been worried about you and passed out while checking on you? Probably. You’re surprised Ronnie didn’t crawl in between the two of you, sharing a bed is something the three of you have done many times. 

You lay back down and push your face into Eddie’s chest. You’ll take his comfort for now. Let the sadness and humiliation leak out of your eyes and onto his cotton shirt. For now, you breathe in the smell of his neck, and let his curls tickle your cheek, thankful for the opportunity to steal this peaceful moment before the questions need to be answered.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson angst #eddie munson blurb

[b4tasquad]

Can I ask for a filly imagine?? Something like the guys finding out that he's seeing soneone?

MESMERISED: YUNG FILLY

Authors note: no you’re not mistaken… b4tasquad actually posted for someone that isn’t Niko😭 love love filly, so here’s this🫶

Warnings: none!

…

“What the fuck is up with you, man?” Filly, who had been previously giggling, looks up from his phone. For the past hour or so he had completely ignored all of his friends, instead texting you as the two of you made it a habit to send the funniest videos you could find. “You’re grinning like a mad man.”

Chunkz is not impressed as they’re currently loosing the match which they had been paired against Aj and Sharky for. He had noticed his best friend’s weird behaviour weeks ago. It was when he’d arrive to their meet-ups with his thoughts elsewhere, eyes shining and the weirdest explanations to back up his lateness.

“Don’t tell me it’s that gyal you won’t tell me about” Aj pauses the game, too invested in the topic to continue playing. Sharky himself is turned around to get the tea himself. At Filly’s silence, Chunkz rolls his eyes. “ Why won’t you show me her? You make it seem like she’s facially deformed with the way you’re hiding her.”

“You’re so fucking funny.” Filly counters, not being cool with his brother talking about his girl like that. Sure, Chunkz didn’t know you, curtesy of the agreement between you and Filly to keep it hidden, but he still didn’t appreciate what he was insinuating. To Filly, you were genuinely the most beautiful girl ever.

“You know I’m joking, bruva.” Chunkz laughs, and it’s impossible to stay mad at him.

“And besides, if she got you this hooked, she must be beautiful.” Sharky, the most respectful person says.

“Or mystery girl must be providing him the most pussy- whipping ride ever.” Aj’s quick to move off of the couch, protecting himself as Filly’s whole body comes at him. “I’m joking! I’m joking!”

The Colombian relaxes against the couch again, a smile resting on his face as he gets a new message from you. To this day, 6 months into your relationship, he had managed to keep you somehow hidden, but now he just couldn’t.

“She’s just so perfect you know?” He breaths out. “Every thing she does or says I repeat in my mind and play it in slow motion, because I’m just so…”

“Mesmerised?” Chunkz tries and his friend nods.

“Exactly!” Chunkz, Aj and sharky were literally known for violating at all times, but right now as they saw the absolute love on their friend’s face, they couldn’t help but admire it. “This isn’t just simping. I genuinely believe that she’s the only one for me. I get sick thinking about other girls, let alone even touching them-“

“Okay now.” His best friend stops him with a laugh. “Mandem’s getting a little too carried away.”

“Sounding like he’s putting a ring on it today.”

Filly pushes his friend, as the thought of marrying you gets in his head. “Shut up Aj. I’ve had enough of you.”

A couple hours later, Filly is sat against the couch, bowl of his favourite Colombian dish in hand. You were positioned between his legs, eyes moving from the tv in front of you to your food once in a while. Waking up today, you were feeling extra appreciative of your boyfriend and everything he did for you. He always went above and beyond to make sure the smile on your face never faltered and while it was just casual acts of giving for him. You looked at it entirely different.

As a person who had never experienced this level of kindness in a relationship, there weren’t enough words to describe the gratitude you felt towards him. In an attempt to try and show some of it, you had recreated a dish from his home country you knew he loved. It took you hours, a change of clothing and three different recipes, but in the end you had done it.

Filly noticed the second he walked into your home, the smell being a clear giveaway. Running into the kitchen, very childlike, he took a hold of your jaw to pepper kisses all over your face. You were sure your makeup would be ruined, but you didn’t mind, and it didn’t seem like he cared about having a little product on him either. He thanked you with the most genuine smile you had ever seen on a person, muttering Spanish words as he hugged you. With your little Spanish ability, you could faintly translate them to affectionate names he had called you in the past.

That brings you to now, the two of you cuddled up against each other as you watched a Netflix series you had been begging him to watch with you for months. As a particular scene that always managed to rile you up played, you could hear the faint gasp from your boyfriend as he puts down your food.

“Did that just happen?”

You nod as you copy his actions of putting away the food. There wasn’t anything more you hated than that scene as you could practically feel the betrayal through the screen.

Filly just looks baffled at the screen. “Wait why would she set her friend up? Lying to her like that.”

“Because she’s a bitch?” Turning around, you instead opt to lay with your chest on his. Taking a hold of his jaw, you slowly start to caress it. “Not everyone’s such a loyal friend like you, Felipé.”

He laughs at the use of his actual name, and not the username he had became accustomed to. “The govy? Wow you must really mean it.”

“I do” you hum, connecting your lips with his. With the awkward position you’re laid in, filly instead pulled both your legs on either side of his body, making you sit on him properly. As he trails his kisses from your mouth and to your neck, you giggle. “You basically tell them everything.”

Your words had no intention behind them, but filly stops and pulls away from you as he remembers what he had told them just hours ago. He wasn’t too sure how you would feel if you knew, but there was no doubt that telling you was better than lying about it. So with a a painful sigh, he rubs at his temple.

“Listen.” He drags out, making it sound much worse than it actually is.

Seeing the look of utter terror on your face, filly shakes his head quickly. “No, no. It’s nothing like that.” The Colombian reassures you, knowing you were thinking to deep into it. You cross your arms, still sat on top of him, as you wait for his words. “I might’ve let it slip that you and I-”

“No”

“Yeah.” He confirms, scratching the back of his neck.

“What happened?” You’re quick to ask, just wanting to know who, and why he had told his friends about the two of you when you had agreed to keep it to yourself for a while.

“I was hanging out with the guys and you and I were texting. Long story short Chunkz was like ‘I know you’ve got a gyal, you’re all in love, who is she’ and I just couldn’t hold it in ya’know? I just love you so much and-”

You cut his words of with a firm kiss, sensing how nervous he was becoming. Filly kisses you back with the same intensity, only managing to relax under your comforting touch. Once the two of you pull away, he’s quick to question you.

“Are you mad?”

You just smiled, finding it cute that he was this worried. Figuring it was from a place of care, you shook your head. “How could I be mad at you?”

Filly huffs a breath of air in happiness, a little grin on his face, and it’s probably the best thing you’ve ever witnessed.

…

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[sunshine-theseus]

Hermanita’s Broken Nose| Laia Aleixandri x Reader

Words: 1.6k Summary: You’re technically ‘off limits’ to any of your sister’s friends, but that doesn’t stop Laia. It also doesn’t stop the ball coming for your nose Warnings: Angst, no proofreading what so ever because i'm with family sorryy Requested by - @deynacastellonaswife

“María will kill us if she finds out Lai.” I try to catch my breath, hands resting against Laia’s chest.

“Mapi lives an ocean away.” A ghost of a kiss is pressed to my lips in reassurance.

“No, she lives 1825 kilometres away. Not even that will stop her wrath if she finds out one of her friends is dating her hermanita.” The dim light of the Manchester City utilities closet was beginning to make my eyes strain as I looked at my secret girlfriend.

“You know the exact distance between Manchester and Barcelona?” a teasing grin spreads across her face as she pushes open the door, looking around to make sure no one will see us.

“Sí. You don’t? Usually, I use it when I’m in need of comfort, my sister isn’t really that far if I need her. But your teasing is taking that away.” A joking jab in her side sends Laia running and screaming back to the pitch.

No one is there to meet us, the other girls still having lunch and relaxing, so we take some time to play around with the ball. Laia begs to practice penalties, so I line up with my goalie gloves tightly on my hands, waiting for her to kick the ball. I dive back and forth as she goes to score, managing to catch or stop the ball often enough for her to want to keep going.

I begin to get tired. My hand rarely meets the ball and I stop putting effort into my dives but she doesn’t notice.

“Lai… I gotta stop bebé. It’s too much.” I’m already sitting on the ground as Laia takes a final kick, not being able to stop in time after my plea for a break.

It’s a beautiful ball. It spins and floats down perfectly, but it doesn’t hit the net. Instead, it comes barrelling down toward me, and slams aggressively into my nose. The pain radiates across my face, and I feel the warm blood start to trickle out of my nose as I groan in pain. I lean forward, trying to find a safe place above my nostrils for me to pinch, and Laia comes rushing toward me.

“Mierda! Lo siento coriño. Necesitas ayuda y poco hielo.” (Fuck! I’m so sorry sweetheart. You need help and some ice) I reach out for her but she’s already sprinting toward the medical room before I can say anything.

~~~~~

“Hermanita! How on earth did you break your nose?” María and Ingrid sit in the Barcelona sun as we facetime, the older of the two questioning me with an accusatory tone.

“Laia. We were practicing penalties, and I sat down for a break, but it was too late… she kicked a beautiful penalty, but I was not in a good spot. Came right for my face.” To finish my statement, I point to the cast over my nose.

My sister tries, yet fails, to conceal her laughter while Ingrid pouts, eyes full of concern.

“Din stakkars kjære! Are you healing okay?” (you poor dear!) my sister’s girlfriend was a ball of sunshine and kindness, you couldn’t not love her, so in return I’d begun to learn some Norwegian so we could both speak each other’s languages. María tried to join me, but decided that 2 languages was enough for her, leaving her confused whenever Ingrid and I decided to test my new skill.

“I am, Laia felt really bad so she’s taking care of me.” It’s a simple lie to explain the random items that are very clearly not mine that are littered around the apartment behind me.

Laia had moved into my apartment mere months ago, not long after we started dating. Her clothes were already filling up my cupboard and small trinkets dawned my kitchen counter tops and tables.

“Good. Where is she? No one hurts my baby sister and gets away with it.” Despite her previous laughing, María’s lips pull tight and she becomes serious, looking around my screen as if she would be able to spot the Spaniard.

“Out getting groceries. She’ll be back soon, you can rip into her then. Shouldn’t you be worrying about your own injury by the way?” María had torn the meniscus in her right knee during training and was out for the rest of the season. A significantly worse injury than a simple broken nose.

“I have Ingrid for that!” She smiles goofily at the Norwegian beside her as Bagheera jumps onto her lap, sniffing his way toward the camera my sister is holding up.

The black cat begins to meow and paw at the screen, and I smile, but quickly let out a squeal of pain and nearly grab my nose. Perhaps a little dramatic, I grant myself a pass.

“Fuck you and your cute ass cat María! God that hurt.”

“Don’t talk about him like that!”

-

We talk for quite some time, that I forget about the impending arrival of the girl who most certainly wasn’t supposed to be my girlfriend.

“We should probably go soon-” right as Ingrid makes the comment, Laia walks through the door.

“Hola bebé! How are you feeling?” after placing the bags on the kitchen bench she makes her way over. She leans down and kisses me softly but I can’t find it in me to kiss her back, too shocked.

“QUE CARAJO?” (WHAT THE FUCK?) Laia freezes beside me at the sound of my sister’s voice booming around the apartment.

“Now might be a good time for us to go.” Ingrid, ever the angel, reaches across her girlfriend and hangs up the call.

Laia and I give each other a look before I stand up. I knock my phone off the couch beside me and begin pacing the length of the apartment. Laia watches with wide eyes, unsure of what to do as I pull at my hair and try not to run my hands over my face. Avoiding the broken bone seems to be hard in times of worry.

Eventually she stands in front of me and grabs me by the shoulders, physically shaking me to snap me out of my panic.

“It’ll be okay. It’s not like she’ll fly over just to tell us off.” In a moment of foolishness, I nod in agreement and fall into Laia’s arms. She presses kisses to my shoulder as I rest my chin on her own shoulder.

-

Like I said, a moment of foolishness. Not 2 days later, María was knocking on my door.

“Sé que estás ahí! Open up!” (I know you’re in there!) I have no choice but to open the one thing separating Laia and I from the rage of my sister.

Laia stands beside me, hand squeezing my own. Both of us were terrified of what the older girl would have to say but knew we had to face the music. I can hear Mrs Goldfinch, the single mum next door, telling, or yelling, at María to stop. It’s hard not to laugh at the shocked and rather embarrassed face of my sister as the door swings open.

“Laia Aleixandri when I get my fucking hands on you!” she comes storming toward us so fast that I barely have time to shove my girlfriend behind me. Her injury doesn’t slow her down at all.

“Mapi! Mapi! We can talk about this!” Laia tries to reason with her but there is a flame in María’s eyes that show no mercy.

“No, I told you all, no messing around with my hermana. I told you there would be consequences if you did, so here we are.”

“María! I am a grown woman, I can decide who I date myself. When I was 15? I would’ve understood, but I’m 24 now. I love you but who I date is up to me. And Laia is it for me.” The fury in my sister’s eyes dissipates quickly.

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to protect you.”

“I know, and I appreciate it so much, but this is for me to decide.” María surges forward and hugs me, barely missing my nose.

Laia stands awkwardly behind me, smiling at the interaction. I reach over to her to pull her into the hug.

“I love you both so much.” Laia leaves a kiss on my head and María squeezes me tighter.

-

María stays for a week before heading back to Barcelona for a check up on her knee. Laia and I spend the day after she leaves, curled up in bed, watch movies. My nose is okay enough to not hurt all the time, almost completely healed, so I rest my head on her chest, kissing wherever I can reach.

Similarly, she presses kisses to me head and draws patterns on my back. Both of us are close to falling asleep when she finally speaks up.

“I’m honestly glad that we got that out of the way. I love you but Mapi terrifies me.” A grin spears across my face.

“You looove me? I love you too bebé.” I can feel the joking roll of her eyes before I look up at her.

Without second thought, I press a deep kiss to her lips. We both turn out head to better accommodate the gesture.

“Fuck my nose!” the movement pushes the healing bone into Laia’s own nose and it begins throbbing in pain all over again.

“Lo siento coriño! Not again. I’ll get you some ice.” She ashamedly looks down as she walks to the kitchen.

There’s no one else I’d rather break my nose.

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[lesbiankimdahyun]

new match, pt. iii

2.0K words

CW: A/B/O dynamics, GP, starting off vanilla bc we have to start with a foundation of TRUST 

[Sub!A!Mina x O!Reader] 

The more time you spent with Mina, the more you saw of her genuine personality— who she really was in private. And it turned out that she was just as shy as she appeared from afar. As a result, you’d grown accustomed to speaking up for the both of you at restaurants and cafes when you went out. Mina seemed comfortable following your lead, taking your suggestions for what to try off the menu, and deferring to you when deciding whether to sit indoors or out. 

One night, you came over to cook dinner with her. It was the first time the two of you were alone in a more intimate setting together. Mina helped, but she liked watching you make cocktails for the two of you a lot more. She also clearly enjoyed watching you cook for her in her kitchen; that you didn’t mind coming in and taking over the space to cook.  

When you noticed she was watching you as you chopped vegetables, you stopped. 

“I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly. “I’m not letting you help with much, am I?” 

Mina shook her head, a soft smile on her face. “I don’t mind,” she said. “I kinda like it.” 

Skeptical, your eyebrows went up. “But then I’m not including you on what we drink or how spicy dinner’s going to be. Or what if you actually hated all of my vegetable choices for tonight and here I am making you eat them!” 

Mina laughed. “I’m not as picky as Soyeon when it comes to vegetables.” Your cheeks burned at the mention of Soyeon, but Mina continued. “I mean it, I really don’t mind,” she said. “And you look good doing it. I’d prefer it be that way, anyway.”  

There was so much to take in from Mina’s comments that you couldn’t even reply. While you turned off the stove and rinsed your hands off one last time, Mina set plates on the counter. While you started dividing the meal between the two of you, she grabbed two sets of cutlery and chopsticks out from a drawer.  

Mina really was a unique Alpha. And if she was into kitchen tops— you froze for a moment, stealing a glance at her. Maybe it was too soon for wishful thinking, but maybe, just maybe Mina would be open to other kinds of tops, too. 

That last thought gave you butterflies: getting to push all of Mina’s buttons and making her lose her collected, quiet facade. You wondered what she looked like when she was turned on. Was she still shy when she was rutting? Had she ever…begged? 

You nearly dropped the plates of hot food as you went to set them down on her table. 

“Sorry!” you said quickly. 

Normally conversation flowed easily between the two of you, but you were almost as quiet as she was. You watched her mouth move as she ate, eyes moving up from the beauty marks near her lips up to the one on the bridge of her nose. 

“Y/N?” the Alpha was suddenly looking at you, concerned. 

“Huh?”

“I said are you okay? You were kind of zoned out.”

You blinked. “Oh! Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, quickly reaching for your drink. 

“What were you thinking about?” 

You nearly choked. “Uh,” you stalled, trying to think of anything, literally anything besides Mina and rutting. 

You took a second too long to pause. Now you couldn’t lie—  it would be obvious. So instead, you truthfully stumbled over all of the words that came out of your mouth next. 

“You,” you said. “And what you said earlier. About me cooking and you preferring…” you trailed off. 

Mina’s eyes widened a little, but she just nodded, taking her time with her next bite of food.

You couldn’t help but try to fill the nervous silence. “It just caught me off guard. But not in a bad way!” you laughed a little. “Most Alphas I’ve known want to be in charge all the time. It’s—”

“I know my personality probably isn’t quite like what you’re used to—“ Mina started. 

“No, no!” you interrupted quickly. “I mean, yes, but it’s nice,” you said. 

Mina hummed in response. She seemed surprised. 

“Can I ask what you like about…” you prayed to god she was picking up on what you were trying to ask. “Like, you’d rather someone else decide what’s for dinner?”

“Absolutely,” Mina replied. You could tell she was studying you, choosing her words carefully. “I like people who know what they want.” 

“Why?” You cursed internally for asking so fast. You worried Mina was going to be kicking you out soon just like Soyeon did. 

Mina blushed, letting out a shy laugh. “I don’t know. Alphas are always viewed as the ones with all the power, the ones who should be making big decisions for them and their Omegas. But I don’t want it— that power,” she said. “I find it mesmerizing when Omegas realize they have power just like Alphas do.” 

“What do you mean?” you were literally leaning in now to listen to her, dinner remnants abandoned. 

Mina shrugged. “Think about it,” she said. “At the end of the day, it’s the Omegas that have what we– what Alphas want. Their attention. And–” Mina’s voice got a little softer, suddenly shy again. “To…I mean, we rut, of course so we want them in that way, too. We try so hard to get their attention, and once we have it, we can be so possessive over them. It should be the other way around, though, Omegas shouldn’t be the ones begging for Alphas to–” she paused. “But I know most Omegas really like take-charge Alphas.” 

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Most, I guess,” you said, reaching to grab your now empty plate, “but definitely not all.” 

You started clearing dishes and collecting utensils to bring over to the sink when you stopped suddenly and turned around. You turned back to Mina. 

“Wait on the couch for me?” you asked. It was a test. A small one, but a test nonetheless and both of you knew it. You were curious, wanting to get a feel for just how submissive the Alpha might be. 

Mina bit back a smile and got up. “Sure,” she said. She turned to look back at you before leaving the kitchen, a brief, curious glance. 

You took your time washing up, wiping down her kitchen before finally going back to Mina in her living room. You sat down next to her wordlessly, taking in her scent while she undoubtedly took in yours. There was tension now. You could feel it. You were hyper-aware of your arm brushing up against Mina’s– how soft her hair looked, how her scent was becoming slightly stronger. 

You can’t remember if she asked you or you asked her about kissing, but suddenly it was happening and you felt like you were going to burst into flames, your desire was so strong. 

Mina’s lips were soft and light. Even when kissing, she was shy at first. But as you continued to make out, slow and shy became less bashful and more sensual. Your hands found their way into her hair, then down her neck and shoulders. 

With a bit of help from Mina, you shifted into her lap and straddled her. You were still kissing her when you went to sit in her lap. And as soon as you sat, you felt it. 

You’d made the Alpha hard. Very hard. 

The older girl broke the kiss, stifling a groan.  

Her scent, you realized, was everywhere now. You got wet almost instantly, adding your scent to mix in with hers. 

You looked at each other for a moment before you hastily got off of her lap. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. “We totally don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” You moved away slightly, giving her a little space. “And you can kick me out if you’d rather take care of it alone. Otherwise, I’m more than willing to…” you glanced down, unable to resist a peek. “...help,” you finished. 

Mina licked her lips while she thought. She looked you over slowly, subtly reminding you of her Alpha status. There was always something about the way Alphas did that– looking at you with a sort of hunger in their eyes. You rarely felt like an Omega outside of your heat, but that look? You lowered your eyes instinctively. 

Normally, Mina would have said no. She would have been too shy to let you continue. But she was just as curious about you as you were about her. She nodded. “Okay,” she said, eyeing your mouth. 

You felt like you were going to explode. You had to remind yourself to breathe as you leaned in to kiss her again, your hand working its way up her thigh. You deepened the kiss, cupping her bulge lightly. 

“Ah,” Mina broke away from your lips for a moment to watch your hand gently rub her over her clothes. 

“May I?” you asked softly, your hand moving toward the zipper on her pants, and she nodded again. 

In a few quick movements, Mina’s pants were unbuttoned and unzipped. Her eyes were wide as she watched you, her breathing a little shallower. 

“Is this still okay?” you asked, hand hovering over her boxers. 

“Yes,” Mina breathed. 

Fishing her cock out, you let out a little moan as you started to pump her length in your hand. Mina was even bigger than she looked. Her scent hit you hard now, making you swoon a little. 

You moved down onto the floor, placing yourself between her legs. After helping Mina out of her pants and boxers, you turned your attention back to her stiff cock. Kneeling in front of her, you gently kissed her tip. 

Mina’s heart pounded in her chest. It had been a long time since she’d let anyone touch her. You hadn’t even done anything yet and already she felt like she could cum. 

With her permission, you kissed your way up her length, starting from the base. Then, slowly, you took her into your mouth. 

The Alpha moaned, her head tilting back and eyes closing for a moment. Her fingers curled into the couch a bit. 

Your tongue swirled over the tip, coaxing her to let more of her length fill your mouth and slide into your throat. You took as much of her in as you could, and what didn’t fit in your mouth, you teased with your hand. 

Everything you did felt like heaven to her, and Mina whimpered in response. 

You paused for a moment, watching her. “Does that feel good?” you asked. She nodded. 

In one swift motion, then you took one of her hands and guided it through your hair, to the back of your head. 

“Show me what you like,” you said. “Let me make you feel good.” 

Mina’s cock twitched at that, and she nodded, guiding your head back down. You went back to work, bobbing on her length. Mina’s grip was light at first, but soon her fingers had a tighter hold on your hair and she pulled you further down on her cock, nearly making you gag. 

You moaned as she began to fuck up into your throat, holding you still as she used you, her hips thrusting swiftly. 

“Y/N,” she rasped. She was closer to coming than she thought. She released you suddenly, hips stilling. “I-, sorry, i-is it okay if I, um–” 

You smiled, catching your breath. “You really are shy, how cute. Yes, you can cum in my mouth if you want.” 

It was all the Alpha needed for encouragement. With a light groan, Mina snaked her hand back through your hair, bringing her cock to your lips once again. 

It didn’t take long before you felt her thighs tense and her breathing become a little uneven. 

“Y-Y/N,” she said breathlessly, “Fuck, I’m going to…” 

Panting a little, the Alpha released her load into your mouth. She threw her head back and moaned as you swallowed everything she had to give. Greedily, you licked her clean before finally coming up for air yourself. 

Mina was blushing furiously when you looked up at her, a sheepish smile on her face. 

Smirking a little, you licked your lips. “Can I do that again sometime?” 

#twice imagines #twice a/b/o #a!mina #mina x fem!reader #alpha!mina #g!p twice

[anythingforjtk]

Scream for Me

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: ~2,500

Warnings: alcohol, cursing, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it up!), light choking, fingering, mentions of murder (not seriously), minors DNI!!!

a/n: I wanted to pick a halloween fic topic based off of the list @hearts-hunger created! I picked topic 17 (halloween party) It’s different from the other fic I recently wrote but it was fun to make! enjoy the halloween jake smut 👻

“y/n would you hurry up! The uber will be here in two minutes!” Shouts your best friend Cam from the bottom of the staircase.

The two of you are about to leave for a Halloween party. You decided to go with a classic yet sexy costume, a pirate. You’re wearing an off the shoulder long white dress with a corset around your waist. You are covered in silver jewelry: necklaces, bracelets and earrings. You opted for a dark smokey eye and eyeliner in your waterline. Your finishing touches include fishnet stockings, black boots and a red bandanna over your hair.

“I’m coming Cam!” You reply before throwing your phone and keys into your purse and running down the stairs to meet her at the front door.

“You may have taken forever but I can see it was worth the wait, you look sexy girl. Now let’s go!” Cam pulls your arm and drags you through the front door, guiding you towards to uber.

Once you get inside of the car you finally have time to take in and appreciate her costume.

Not only is she dressed as Pennywise from the movie IT, but she is the sexy version. She’s wearing a white corset top, embellished with red pom-poms, small white shorts, clown makeup and a pretty orange wig.

“I admire your ability to be scary, funny and sexy all at once. You truly have a talent,” you giggle to her.

“Oh what can I say my dear? I’m multifaceted,” Cam says as she jokingly flicks her orange wig behind her shoulder.

The ride to the party is fast, only lasting about fifteen minutes. You both hop out of the car when you arrive and hook arms, walking to the front door together.

The party is hosted by Cams new boyfriend Daniel. You have only met him two times but he seems like a sweet guy.

Cam opens the front door without knocking and you’re immediately transported into a Halloween wonderland. You didn’t expect so many decorations.

The lighting in the house is dim. There are string lights and cob webs hanging from every inch of the ceiling. You see black and red streamers hanging from the walls and candles lit on every table. The kitchen island was filled with spooky treats and alcoholic punch. It is very impressive for a twenty-something year old guy.

“Wow Cam,” you shout over the loud and eerie music. “Daniel really goes all out. This is amazing.” You try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor.

“Isn’t it?!” She doesn’t seem shocked by his effort, only proud.

There are a good amount of people in the house. Not too many but not too little. Just enough for a comfortable party.

“Im going to search for Danny,” Cam shouts over the music into your ear. “Go get some punch and i’ll meet up with you when I find him.”

She runs off and you’re now left to fend for yourself.

You take her suggestion and walk over to the kitchen island to get a drink. You are completely sober currently and in need of something to lighten your anxiety.

Your pour yourself a class of the punch and it’s delicious. It’s strong, but really good. It is the perfect drink to get you drunk fast without feeling the burn of consuming alcohol.

You lean against the counter while sipping your drink and begin to people watch. You love taking in everyone’s costume choices. Some people are opting for a scary approach, some look beautiful and some look funny. It is interesting to see what people choose. As you’re looking at the crowd, you feel a presence beside you.

You look over to see a man wearing black from head to toe. He’s wearing black skinny jeans, black chelsea boots and a black shirt that is holding on by one button.

You think the outfit is rather sexy but you can’t see his face. That is because he’s wearing a Ghostface mask.

He speaks, breaking you from your thoughts. “Hey I haven’t seen you at one of Danny’s parties before. What are you doing standing over here alone?”

His voice is kind and boyish but raspy. It’s very attractive.

“Oh my friend just recently started dating him so this is my first time here. I don’t really know anyone but her and she’s looking for Daniel,” you reply.

He extends his hand out to you, “Well my name is Jake. Now you know someone else.” You can’t see his face but you can almost hear it in his voice that he’s smiling.

You reach out in return, shaking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Jake. I’m y/n.”

“Well y/n, I must tell you that I was intrigued to come over here and talk to you because you’re dressed as a pirate and if there’s one thing about me, I find pirates to be very intriguing.”

A blush comes across your face. You hope he can’t really see it through the mask he’s wearing.

“I hate to disappoint you Jacob but,” you lean in closer and whisper towards his ear, “I’m not a real pirate. Don’t tell anyone tho.” You shush him by putting your finger over your lips.

He giggles genuinely at your attempt at a lame joke.

Jake speaks up from behind the mask, “Well then you should know that i’m not a real cereal killer.”

“Oh damnit. I was kind of hoping you were,” you reply. Although you weren’t actually hoping that, the idea of a sexy and dangerous man in a mask turned you on.

“I mean, I can be anything you want me to be tonight darling,” Jake says with sex dripping in his voice.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the halloween party or the masked man in front of you but you wanted Jake to take you away from this party immediately.

“If you take me somewhere quiet i’ll show you exactly what I want from you mr. Ghostface. Just as long as you don’t kill me of course.”

Jake grips your wrist firmly and guides you up the stairs and away from the party noise at a fairly quickly pace.

He throws your body into what looks like a guest room, slams the door shut, locks it and pushes your body against the wall.

The room is dark, only lit by the moon in the night sky.

Jake begins to grab the bottom of his mask, getting ready to reveal his face to you but you quickly grab his hands to stop him.

“Keep it on.”

His strong hand then snaps around your neck. You can’t quit see his eyes but you know he’s staring at you like you’re his next meal. He slowly moves his head so his mouth is hovering over your ear.

“I like you sweetheart.”

You slowly begin to smirk, knowing he’s willing to keep it on.

His hand leaves your neck and slowly travels down your body. He lifts your skirt up, revealing your black thong covered in your fishnet tights.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

You nod your head quickly in reply.

His hand shoots back around your neck. “Words baby.”

“Y- yes. Yes it’s okay.” You struggle to say through your heavy breathing.

“Good girl,” he says while lowering his hand beneath the band of your thong. His fingers reached your heat and he begins swirling his middle and ring finger in your wetness.

Without much warning he shoves both of his fingers inside of you. You gasp at the sudden contact and grab at his strong forearm to ground yourself.

“How fast do you want it baby?” He questions, wanting to know the proper way to please you.

“Fast and hard,” you moan out to him while leaning your head back against the wall behind you to prepare yourself.

His fingers start plunging in and out of you at a painfully delicious speed. He curls his fingers at just the right angel to hit a spot that makes you nearly scream.

You feel sweat beading on your forehead as he drives his fingers into you. You squeeze around him as you feel yourself starting to unwind.

“Come on pretty girl. You’re about to cum, I can feel it. Be so good for me and cum on my fingers.” he demands.

Hearing his silky voice speak those words to you were enough to have you unraveling on his hand.

“fuuuckkkkkk,” you scream out at a volume too loud considering there are other people in the house.

When you come down from your orgasm he gently pulls his hand away from your core.

“Open up,” he requests.

You follow his order. He places his two fingers onto your tongue. With his other hand he guides your chin to close around his fingers and he slowly pulls them from your mouth as you suck them clean.

You look down at his pants and see how painfully hard he is. You softly trace your fingers over his bulge and he sucks in his breath sharply as if you were hurting him.

“I want all of you. I want to feel you,” you say to him.

He picks you up from under your ass, carries you over to the bed, and slams you down.

While hovering over you with his hands on both sides of your head Jake says, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

He removes his jeans and boxers while you remove your corset and dress.

He’s left in nothing but his low buttoned shirt and his mask, while you’re in just your tights and a thong.

You make eye contact with his dick and notice how thick it is. It excites you so much that you notice your wetness pooling beneath you.

“You don’t have to stare honey, it’s all yours tonight,” Jake giggles to you, noticing where your eyes have been lingering.

“Then what are you waiting for Jacob? Give it to me,” you demand from him as if you’ve grown impatient.

He wastes no time and crawls on top on you on the bed and you both move up until you hit the headboard.

He reaches down to your core with one hand and rips your fishnet tights to create a hole.

You feely annoyed that he ripped your clothing for one minute until you realize you were never going to wear them again anyway.

His hands begin to explore your body. He grabs at your breasts, massaging them firmly. He rolls your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger as you let out a heavy breath of ecstasy.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he compliments you.

“I’d say the same for you mystery man but I haven’t seen your face yet,” you wink back at him.

He chuckles in response to you and continues working his hands over your body.

“Please Jake I need you now,” you practically beg him.

“You need me to what darling?” He mockingly asks you, wanting to hear you plead for it.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you baby? Is that what you need?”

“Yes. Yes. Please,” you almost sound like you’re crying.

“Oh baby… I’ll fuck you so hard someone will think you are getting murdered in here.”

He pushes your thong to the side and lines himself up with your core. He snaps his hips against yours in one quick motion, causing you to shriek. He begins rapidly pounding into you.

He quickly grabs and pillow and puts it under your hips, making the pleasure triple. You grab at his back and dig your nails into him, slowly running them down his back, hoping to leave him with a memory of tonight.

“Fuck- you feel so fucking good around my cock,” he says through his staggered breathing. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes Jake you feel so good inside of me I never want you to fucking leave,” you shout back to him.

Your response to him causes him to moan deeply in chest, so much so that it sounds like a growl.

He grabs one of your legs and wrap it around his waist so he can reach a new angel. Between the pillow placement, your position, and his rapid thrusts, your body is experiencing a feeling it never has before.

You can feel his dick brushing past your g-spot causing you to yell out his name and a string of curses.

You start to squeeze around his cock, getting close to your release. You can tell he’s almost there too as you feel him twitch inside of you.

“Cum with me y/n. I want you to soak my dick as I finish inside of you. Come on baby you’re almost there. Be good for me.”

His final praises bring you to the finish line as your body shakes through a mind bending orgasm. You let out a chorus of yeses and grab at his arms with all of your might. As you’re finishing you feel him twitch inside of you.

You both come down and catch your breath before he pulls out of you and falls onto his back on the bed beside you.

You turn your head to look over at him, still wearing the Ghostface mask, “That was fucking amazing.”

“Holy shit, yea it was,” he responds. “Can I take this fucking thing off now,” he laughs referring to the mask on his face.

“Oh please do,” you reply.

You feel nervous watching him begging to situate the mask to lift over his head. You have no idea what he looks like yet but you had been extremely attracted to everything he’s offered so far and there was no denying he is the best sex you’ve ever had.

The mask gets fully yanked off of him to reveal one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

You gasp out loud.

His hair is shoulder legnth and chestnut brown. His eyes are dark and filled with honey. His thick eyebrows and long eyelashes compliment his deep eyes so well. He has a strong and sharp nose and plump pink lips. He smirks slightly at you, revealing his perfectly straight teeth.

“What? Did my face scare you sweetheart?” He asks as a joke.

You press your body into his and brush the sweaty hair sticking to his face behind his ears.

“The only thing that scares me is how attracted I am to you,” you say in full seriousness.

“You’re in luck because I feel the same way about you.” He gives a quick peck to your nose. “Give me your phone. Let me put my number in it.”

You reach down to the floor where your purse was thrown and grab your phone from it.

You hand it over to him and let him type in his contact himself.

When he hands the phone back you look down to see the information he filled out and giggle at the screen.

His number was put in its rightful place and his contact name was labeled as “Ghostface🔪”

#jake kiszka #jake kiszka blurb #jake kiszka x reader #gvf x reader #gvf fic #gvf one shot #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka fic #halloween fic #jake kiszka fanfic

[04mxfutbol]

New Year, More Love (Alex Morgan x Reader)

A/N: Happy New Years! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it (:

“Alright you’re dismissed.” Casey announces.

You grab your bag as you head to your car. A meeting when you’re supposed to be on break is not something you were thrilled about.

“Y/N!” You hear someone shout which makes you turn around. A smile on your face as you see it’s Naomi.

“Hey Nay what’s up?” You ask as you grab her bag for her.

“What are you doing for New Years?” Naomi asks and you bite your lip trying to think what were you going to do.

“Probably stay home and cook dinner?” You say and she smiles.

“I’m going with my family to eat but some of the girls will be meeting at some rented house for a party if you’re up to it.” Naomi says and you smile.

“Yeah I think I’ll drop by, just let me know the address and time. Alex had told me about but I completely forgot about it. I’d prefer to go wherever it is instead of being by myself really.” You say with a chuckle.

“Great! See you there Y/N/N.” Naomi says and you smile.

“See you their Nay.”

You help put her bag into her car and walk to your car, setting your bag down and drive to your apartment.

Meanwhile in Naomi’s car, Naomi was sending the last minute invite to you. Quickly after that Naomi had to call someone.

“Hey Al, just talked to Y/N again. She had forgotten about it but she’s going so she’ll be there.”

“Great thanks Nay. See you there.”

“See you there Alex.”

You walked into your apartment, going straight to the shower as you somehow felt that a simple meeting felt like you ran twenty miles. You grabbed your speaker as you played some music as you showered and got ready.

“Some people want it all but I don’t want nothing at all, if it ain’t you baby.” You shout as you massage the shampoo on your scalp. “If I ain’t got you, baby!

You dressed up nicely, but not too over the top, casual and comfy for your comfort. You looked at the time, 7pm.

Reading over your messages. You see one that popped up. One that really interested you.

Alex: Nay told me you’ll be there. Can’t wait to see you! (:

Were you crushing on Alex? Big time. And you knew that. Were you hopeful it could ever happen? Absolutely not.

You grabbed the nearest pillow as you screamed into it and flopping down onto the bed.

“I hate this” You whisper to yourself. “Hopeless.”

You got back up, fixing your hair and your clothes. Putting on some of your favorite pair of Nike shoes. You walked out of your apartment and headed towards the party.

“She’s coming right?” Alex asks Naomi.

“She’s right there.” Naomi whispers as they both peak through the curtains. “Told you she’d come.”

“You are a lifesaver Nay.” Alex says as she kisses the top of Naomi’s head. “I owe you big time.”

“Just make sure you make a move already okay? I had to convince her to come to this.” Naomi says which makes Alex laugh.

“We’ll see.”

“I call dibs on being maid of honor.”

“We’re not even a thing yet Nay and you’re already thinking so far into the future.”

“Hey anything can happen tonight. It all begins tonight.” Naomi says with a smile. “Go get her.”

A knock on the door ends the conversation between the two as Naomi goes to open the door.

“Hey! You made it! Glad you’re here Y/N. Come in.” Naomi says and you smile as you walk inside with a pack of beer.

“Hey everyone.” You say as you awkwardly wave at everyone who’s in the room. “Sick beach house.”

“That’s what I said! Come on I’ll show you where the food is I’m sure the girls should be there too.” Naomi says and you nod your head.

Naomi leads you to the kitchen, loads of food on the counter.

“Damn who cooked? I just brought beer.” You say a little embarrassed as you hadn’t brought any food.

“Oh no beer is good.” Naomi says and you nod. “Anyway come on the girls should be outside since they’re not here.”

“Hey Al.”

“Hi Y/N, beautiful night isn’t it?” Alex asks and you hum.

“Yeah. Beautiful.” You say as you look at Alex who’s looking out to the ocean.

“Any new year resolutions?” Alex asks you.

“To visit my family more often. Love more, or I don’t know something like that.” You say with a small shrug. “You?”

“Same, to love more.” Alex says and you hum. “If I weren’t so lazy I’d go jump in the water.”

“If I weren’t so weak I’d probably take you and throw you in the water.” You say chuckling.

“Mean.”

“You love me though.” You say as you nudge her.

“I do.” Alex says and you smile.

Alex held back wanting to tell you that she did in fact love you, more than you knew, but she didn’t, she held back.

You and Alex sat down in the second floor balcony, watching the waves crash.

“Beer?” Alex asks and you nod.

“Thanks.”

“So how are you?” Alex asks.

“Good. You know how life is these days, seems like time goes by so fast. How’s your family?”

“Great they’re great, you know my niece keeps asking for you. Asking when you’re going to show up for another party.”

“Well I guess we’ll see.” You say with a smile. “How are you Al?”

“I’m doing good, training as much as I can. You know work never stops.” Alex says and you hum. “How’s your family?”

“Pretty sure my parents are on a vacation? Honestly I haven’t been able to visit them in a while but they’re doing great.”

“Good. That’s good to hear.”

“Yeah.”

You both stayed silent, the waves being the only sound. You turned to look at Alex again who’s still looking at the beach. God she looked beautiful.

“It’s almost time guys!” Naomi shouts. “Come inside!”

“We’re going.” You say as you stand up from the balcony and helping Alex up.

“To a new year.” Alex says as you both walk back inside.

“Ten.”

“Yeah a new year.” You say softly.

“Nine.”

As you both go back downstairs you instead head outside the front door.

“Eight.”

“Y/N?” You hear Alex say and you continue going out the door, leaving the door open as you exit.

“Seven.”

“Al where’s Y/N?” Naomi asks as she searches for you.

“Six.”

“She went outside.” Alex says and Naomi sighs.

“Five.”

“Do it already.” Naomi says. “You have to, she’s clearly into you like you are into her.”

“Four.”

“I’m scared.” Alex says and Naomi’s pushes Alex towards the door. “What if she isn’t?”

“Go! I swear if you aren’t each other’s New Years kiss I will in fact do something about it.” Naomi whispers, looking at Alex then looking at you. “Believe me and just do it.”

“Three.”

Alex runs outside to find you as you take a sip of your beer, looking out to the ocean.

“Two.”

Alex takes a deep breath as she grabs your hand, turning you around as she looks into your eyes.

“I like you.” Alex says before she grabs your shirt and pulls you in for a kiss.

“One. Happy new year!”

You both pull away, eyes closed. After a few seconds you both open your eyes. A smile on both your faces.

“I like you too.” You say as you lean in for another kiss. You pull away again, foreheads resting against each other.

“Happy New year.” Alex says and you let out a chuckle.

“Happy new year. What a damn good way to start the year.” You whisper making Alex laugh. “Come on let’s go sit on the beach and watch the fireworks.”

You ran back into the beach house to grab a blanket and ran back out, you set the blanket down on the sand for you both to sit on.

You were the first to sit as you spread your legs, you looked up at Alex patting the spot in between your legs for her to sit. Alex smiles as she places herself in between your legs. You smile as you wrap your arms around her, kissing her cheek. You both looked up at the fireworks in the sky, embracing each other.

“Can I take you out on a date?” Alex asks and you turn your head to look at her.

“You can.” You say with a smile.

“Great.” Alex says smiling, she looks at you then your lips as she pecks your lips. “Hey our resolution has already begun.”

“Good for us then Al.” You say with a laugh. “New year, more love.”

“More love.” Alex says with a smile.

Neither of you noticed that just behind you was Naomi, smiling ear to ear as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, taking a quick picture of you both.

Naomi was right, and she was lucky to have been part of the beginning of a beautiful relationship. The picture she had taken was one that would never be forgotten by any of you.

Naomi was right about one other thing, it was only the beginning and it all began tonight.

#alex morgan x reader #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso imagine

[dovesintherain]

butterfly kisses

word count: 2.6k

warnings: fluff, kissing, butterflies?

an: hi :) so i accidentally deleted my other account so im reposting everything on this new one, bare with me please ! im very sorry for the confusion and inconvenience !

your quiet morning turns into tender moments.

Everything was warm. That was the only way to describe what you believed to be the most perfect morning you were graciously given. 

As you roused from sleep the first thing you noticed was how quiet it was. The rain that was relentlessly tapping at your window through the night had finally stopped, and in its place was the low glow of the sun as it began its journey into the sky. The sunrise had barely started and you considered going back to sleep, but the past couple days left you with little to no time for yourself so you chose to take this gift of freedom in stride. After peeling yourself out of bed, you took a quick shower and began to get ready for the day. Before leaving the confines of your room you grabbed one of your spare blankets in your closet and headed downstairs. It hadn’t been so nice outside for so long you thought it was a shame to waste it, opting to spend your morning laying by the lake that neighboured the compound. 

As you rounded the corner of the lower level you spotted someone in the kitchen. The flash of red hair told you everything. Natasha had always been an early riser. She had also always been one to stay up late so you often found yourself worrying if she even slept. You knew she heard you before you had even entered the space, unsurprisingly. It crossed your mind that her sensitivity to her surroundings might be the reason for her lack of sleep. That quickly vanished as you took in her appearance as you approached her. Her hair in an intricate braid going down her back, messy from sleep. Face bare of any makeup and a small smile gracing her features. She stood leaning against the counter in what you believed to be her sleep clothes, soft gray shorts and a black tank-top. You thought that she had never looked more beautiful. 

“Morning.” Her voice laced with sleep echoed softly through the kitchen. 

You returned her sentiment as you approached her and stopped standing on the other side of the large island in the center of the room. 

“Going somewhere?” She spoke as she gestured to the folded blanket resting in your arms.

“I was going to go lay by the lake for a bit, enjoy the weather while it lasts.” You paused for a moment and spoke your next words carefully. “You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.” You focused on reducing the shakiness in your voice while trying not to sound too hopeful in your invitation. 

“Sure.” She said with such ease that you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thirsty?” She asked as she pushed herself from the counter and made her way to the fridge. 

As she opened the door she turned her head to you ready to receive an answer. You nodded and her smile grew as she turned back towards the open door, eyes scanning for a beverage that she deemed suitable for your morning picnic. You assumed she had found something as she reached in and pulled out a small pitcher of lemonade. She turned towards you as her smile slowly turned into a smirk. 

“Isn’t that Wandas?” You asked with your voice tinged with amusement.

Natasha gave you a look that said “she wouldn’t miss it” and you both stifled your laughs as she grabbed two glasses from the cupboard before following you to the back door.

The spot you had in mind wasn’t too far from the compound. It was close to the water's edge under a large willow tree. You had found the spot a couple weeks back when you had an afternoon to yourself and made a mental note to return. Despite the close proximity and easy route, you had almost gotten lost due to how distracted you had become. The soft thud of steps on grass accompanied the light whistle of the morning breeze that glided through the trees. The sun had risen higher and allowed rays to shine through the gaps in the foliage above you, turning green leaves into gold and leaving a warm haze. A warmth that was most certainly reflected on your face as you glanced at the woman next to you.

You watched at how the impossible turned possible. Natasha had become even more beautiful. As you walked through the spots of sun she was illuminated in a way that could only be described as ethereal. You had to catch yourself from stumbling despite the relatively even terrain. Her eyes flickered to yours, amusement present in the way she looked at you. You had been caught staring. You quickly averted your gaze and became much more fascinated with your feet as they pushed shallow dents into the lush grass. Opting to avoid further embarrassment you chose to keep your eyes ahead for the remainder of the walk. You tried to conceal your nerves when the hand that held the two glasses began to brush lightly against yours. You felt your face grow warmer. 

You joined the team almost a year ago now and you’re proud to say that you had a place among the family you found yourself in. You developed bonds and friendships that you grew to cherish and often reminded yourself of how lucky you were to have them. The team caught on quickly to the fact that you and Natasha had grown quite close, as it was unusual for the spy to allow anyone past arm's length. Clint found you in your room one evening and explained how rare and difficult it was for her. That made it all the more special to you. Your affection towards Natasha slowly revealed itself as a double edged sword. She had entrusted you with a friendship that you held so carefully in your heart, but your feelings grew into something you hadn’t expected. Fearful of shattering the relationship seemingly made of the finest glass due to your heart holding too tightly with only the intention of tenderness. You swallowed your true feelings out of fear that they were not reciprocated, deciding however close she allowed you to be would be a courtesy nonetheless.

You finally arrived at your spot. You slowed to a stop and took in the view in front of you. The sun had risen even further into the sky, allowing its glow to dance across the water as the waves rippled with the wind.

“Beautiful.” Natasha whispered under her breath. A statement that was probably meant to be private but the wind decided otherwise as it carried it to your ears. 

You turned your head to look at her and shared a small smile before laying out the blanket. After kicking off your shoes you both settled yourselves comfortably looking out over the water. After a moment’s peace you felt Natasha lightly nudge your foot with hers, following her eyes you landed on the stolen lemonade. You simply nodded your head and she began to pour you both a glass. You sat quietly. Observing the shining water, grass tickling your feet, morning breeze passing over your faces and the taste of lemons on your tongues.

More time had passed and you found yourself lying on your stomach, propped up on your forearms with Natasha laying on her side facing you, her head held by her hand. You felt her watching you, daring you to catch her gaze. Replaying what occurred on your walk here, you kept yourself busy with the grass you were combing through your fingers.

A flash in your peripheral caught your attention and you looked up to find a butterfly had landed on the rim of your empty glass. Its body and wings were black making it seem more like a silhouette against the brightness of the sunrise. You watched as it began to drink the residual liquid that stuck to the inside of the glass. You looked over at Natasha who was utterly captivated by the small creature. You watched as her eyes filled with wonder and the way she held her breath as not to disturb you little visitor.

You slowly brought your finger to the rim of the glass and watched as the butterfly climbed into you resting comfortably. Natasha looked at you as if you just discovered a new planet. Disbelief and curiosity written on her face over the fact that you were able to hold such a delicate being in your hands. Immediately you wanted to share this moment with her. Your eyes fitted between hers, a smile on your face as you reached with your other hand to gently guide hers up to yours. When she realized what you were doing her expression suddenly changed to apprehension. It took you a moment to realize that the fear wasn’t of the creature, she was afraid she would scare it away. You came to a conclusion that gentleness had always been rare for Natasha.

“It’s okay.” You said softly as to not ruin the intimate atmosphere you found yourselves in as you allowed the butterfly to pass from your finger to hers.

The way Natasha looked at the creature in her hand made your heart clench in your chest. As the butterfly opened its wings in a stretch you heard the smallest of gasps leave the woman next to you. The wings revealed a bright red pattern framed in black markings. Suddenly she looked like a much younger version of herself. She looked like she came from a time before she knew how difficult of a life she would have ahead of her. You wished you knew her then.

“Pretty isn’t she?” You said as your eyes caught hers. “She reminds me of you.” As you gazed back down at its bright wings, her eyes doing the same.

“Because she’s a redhead?” She looked at you with a playful smirk on her face which brought a smile to your own.

You swallow your fear and let the adoration for her wash over you and choose your next words, “because she’s graceful, gentle and beautiful.”

Natasha looked at you in a way she never had before. The tenderness in her gaze almost capsized you entirely. 

“She’s also a little shy…” You added as an afterthought to lighten the heaviness of previously said words. You caught her trying to suppress a small laugh and you thought about how badly you wished to hear it.

Your attention was taken as you watched your small visitor take its leave and fluttered across the lake, disappearing in the scenery. The atmosphere felt lighter then. You were reminded of a memory you had of your childhood that brewed a warmth in your belly and grew a smile on your face. You turned to Natasha who was still watching the water wearing a smile of her own.

“Have you ever had a butterfly kiss?” The words fell out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop them. Her brows furrowed slightly and she shook her head, the smile still present. You tried to disguise the inner battle you were having with yourself while still holding her gaze. You chose to be brave. 

You adjusted yourself slightly on your arms to face her properly before leaning towards her. You kept your gaze locked on hers looking for any signs of discomfort, finding none you continued closer. You got so close that you felt her breath fan over your face and her nose brushing lightly against yours. Your hands held the grass in tight fists in an attempt to ground yourself. Her eyes fluttered closed and you leaned down a fraction so you were eye level with her flushed cheeks. You let your eyelashes brush against her skin as you blinked three times in an attempt to convey the three words you wish you had the courage to say to her. 

You pulled away sporting a wide grin and a flush face, Natasha mirrored you in that moment. You both broke out into a series of light laughs that slowly turned into giggles. She made you feel like a much younger version of yourself. 

You watched as she turned to lay on her back, gaze fitted up at the large tree looming over the two of you. You followed her, your hair laying haphazardly across the blanket beneath you. You watched as the wind carried the leaves of the willow back and forth in a dance and you felt lucky to be able to be their audience. You held your breath as you felt Natasha slowly reach for your hand, intertwining your fingers in a loose hold. You could feel the nervousness in her fingertips and you held her hand a little tighter. As she began to caress the back of your hand with her thumb, you knew you did the right thing. 

You heard the movement of the blanket shifting against the grass and turned your head to find Natasha looking at you again. For the first time you saw fear flash through her expression. You squeezed her hand in reassurance and she smiled in an attempt to cure your concerns, you knew her well enough to know her nerves hadn’t settled. The wind picked up speed and a few strands of hair flew over your face, some getting caught in your eyelashes, distorting your view of her. Before you had the chance to brush them away, you watched in bated breath as her hand came into view and the light touch of her fingertips danced along your temple, effectively moving the hair from your eyes. 

As she pulled her hand away you took a moment to look at her, it was rare that she was this close to you. The wind had blown through the strands of hair that came out of her braid which settled to frame her face. Her eyes caught the few rays of light shining through the tree above you and glowed with warmth, the nervousness still swimming in them. Her freckles that ran across her nose and flushed cheeks were prominent due to the absence of makeup and you internally wished she didn’t cover them. Her lips were a shade of pink, close to the shade of her cheeks and you imagined how soft they must be. 

You quickly realized you were staring again and your eyes flew back up to hers. Her expression was unreadable as she searched your eyes for something. Suddenly the nervousness in her eyes was accompanied with determination.

It was her turn to be brave.

“Can I kiss you?” She whispered so softly you thought it was wind playing tricks on you. Your body worked faster than your brain as you began to lean towards her and she met you halfway.

She tasted like lemonade and warm things you couldn’t name. You brought your hand up to cup her jaw, her skin soft and heated from the flush that had taken over her complexion. Her hand had settled on your waist attempting to pull you closer. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. The kiss was soft but sure. You could feel how much she wanted you too. Joy and relief filled every corner of your body and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, you could feel Natasha start to smile too. Eventually your grins were too wide to continue so you reluctantly pulled away. Breathless, you looked at each other and all you could think about was how much you loved her.

“We should do this again sometime.” She murmured as her lips brushed against yours as she spoke.

“I’d like that.” You replied as you watched her fear wash away like the currents of the lake.

Everything was warm because all you could feel was her.

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[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Show me Bob Floyd x fem!reader

Word count: 2k ish?

Summary: Reader is insecure about her body and Bob shows her just how beautiful she is...

Warnings/tags: fluff, implications of smut, body insecurities, TW; mentions s/h, one use of y/n

Not proofread. English isn’t my first language so there may be mistakes.

Masterlist

It has somehow become an everyday ritual for you now. After showers, standing in front of the fogged up mirror as you picked out every small thing that you thought was wrong about you. the swell of your tummy to the fat of your thigh to the scars that littered your body, large or small, it didn't matter. Their existence was the sole reason you were here. 

It first started when you and Bob attended the New Year's party at Jake's house. It was a beautiful house more so than the people in it. Tall girls, with skinny legs and model like bodies. It made you pull down your red slit dress a little that cling to your body like second skin. Trying to cover the already visible lines that you had spent hours covering. It wasn’t  a special dress, something that had been sitting in the back of your closet collecting dust. 

You moved through the house with Bob’s arm around the low of your back. Trying to navigate through the dense crowd of navy officials and some of Bob's previous Top gun classmates that you had met prior. Once you had spotted the gracious host of the party and your friends in the small patio, you and Bob settled in your little corner around the bonfire that Jake had set up. Just as you were about to sit on the chair next to him, Bob patted his thigh; an invitation you didn’t always decline. You smile at him, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before settling to the chair beside him.

His lips turned downwards, a frown replacing his toothy smile. But he dusted the concern off when he saw you wave happily at Phoenix who had also just arrived. You looked to him again, giving his a loving smile before tilting your head towards Phoenix to which he nodded gracefully.

His lips turned downwards, a frown replacing his toothy smile. But he dusted the concern off when he saw you wave happily at Phoenix who had also just arrived. You looked to him again, giving his a loving smile before tilting your head towards Phoenix to which he nodded gracefully.

You both were reserved like that. It was probably why you had become such great friends and ended up dating after meeting years ago at the Hard deck when you were working under Penny.

Soon enough it was half an hour before midnight. Phoenix gave you a heads up as she looked at her watch, a reassurance that you could find Bob if you wanted to. Once again you were left victim to the crowds because somehow you and Phoenix had managed to grab a private conversation in Jake’s bedroom. So, you moved through sweaty bodies and tender legs before you suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. It felt as though everyone’s gaze was fixated on you, a deer caught in headlights.

You managed to stumble your way into Jake’s kitchen before you felt an arm tighten around your waist, flinching you tried pushing it back but the voice just above the shell of your ear spoke lowly.

“Been looking everywhere for you, darlin’.”

The calm in his voice eased your nerves a little as you let out a sigh, turning in his arms. Wrapping your hands around his neck loosely, a lazy smile on both of your faces. He backed you up against a counter in the corner, easily making way for himself between the crowd.

“Hmm… and why would that be?” You teased, leaning into him, your hand coming up to his face to push his glasses up.

“Is it a crime to look for the prettiest girl at the party?” Your cheeks flushed at the question, stomach doing backflips but somewhere in there you felt guilty. For not sharing the insecurities you had with him.

He took notice of the distant frown you wore now as you ducked your head into his neck, peppering small kisses as you muttered a ‘no’. Suddenly becoming too aware of your detached behavior. He swayed on his feet, moving a hand to the back of your head as his other tightened around your waist.

“Everything alright, sweetheart?”

“Hmm…”

The acknowledgement wasn’t enough for him. He somewhat knew of your anxieties and what they withheld. You had worked hard on improving your mental health over the months the two of you had been together. It was something that had held you back from dating him in the first place but he said he’d wait for you his entire life if it meant he had a single chance with you.

The rest is history and now, here you stand, twenty minutes to midnight, to a new chapter of your relationship. Fighting with all your might to put the gnawing feeling of unworthiness away.

Bob cupped your face in his hands, he noticed the faint hint of tears in your lash line. His heart broke a little, chipping away on the tiled floor.

“Hey, don’t cry. Tell me, what’s wrong?” He cooed. His voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” He asked when receiving nothing but a broken look from you.

You nodded, silently hoping that he will take you straight home. You ended up maneuvering your way out of the house, not before saying a quick goodbye to Phoenix and the rest of your friends. You step out into the nipping cold before Bob has a chance to catch up with you, hastily making your way towards his car as you pretend to not hear his calls from behind you over the loud music amplifying from the house.

“Y/n! Stop!” his voice booms and you freeze, turning slowly on your heels to face him.

He stepped closer to you, an unconscious move he made every time there was a single meter of distance between the two of you.

“Tell me what's wrong, please.” he says- no begs. He doesn't know what caused this sudden change in you but he sure as hell will go out of his way to make you feel better.

You shake your head, lips trembling. The ground is melting under you, the world slowly fading away as voices fill your head; cruel, vile, abhorrent voices.

“The voices, Bobby, they won’t stop.” You crumbled on the cobblestone ground, your heels digging into the ground as you put your full weight on them. Bob runs to you, swiftly taking you in his arms; a hand wrapping around your head as the other goes to stabilize you around your back, swaying you back and forth.

“What, baby, what are they saying?” He asks tentatively, scared that might say the wrong words.

“The scars…my tummy, everything. Please just make it stop Bob, please.” you sobbed into him. Gripping his shirt as though your life depended on it. Throat contracting, it was becoming more and more difficult for you to breathe.

“Let’s get you home”

…

Somehow the 30 minute car journey to your shared house had lulled you to sleep. It wasn’t unusual for you to experience these symptoms in crowded places. What concerned Bob was the voices. A sign you had been spiraling. It was something you had experienced for a few years before meeting Bob, but when you met him, somehow you wanted to escape to him; to work harder on your mental health just so you could be with him.

He had been with you every step of the way. Guiding you, though both of you were blind to the path that you had taken. There was only one thing you knew. You weren’t going to let go of each other.

As Bob pulled into the driveway, his attention turned to you. You were out cold, head propped on your shoulder uncomfortably that was bound to give you a ridiculous neck pain the next morning. Quickly, he moved around the car to your side, carefully removing your seatbelt, managing to avoid your head and resting it against the headrest. Squatting down to your eye level; he tucks his arms under you, one moving to support your back while the other is snug under your thighs. You stir a little as he lifts you out of the car,arms tightening around him as you tuck your head into his chest a little more. Closing the door with the heel of his foot, locking it; he moved towards the entrance of your house. Careful not to wake you.

After a while, he’s managed to get you in bed. Weighing the idea whether he should wake you or leave you be.

He decides he’d stay but not wake you. making his way to the en-suite bathroom to get some counsiousness into him. It’s way past midnight, the new year already seeping into his mind. Splashing some cold water onto his flushed face; steadying himself on the sink, he breathes. Inhale…exhale….inhale…exhale. He repeated it a couple times; just like you had taught him.

There is a sudden knock on the bathroom door, he lifts his head to meet your bloodshot eyes standing in the doorway. Hair let down, your dress long gone, replaced by a pajama shirt of his that reached just above your knees, swallowing you whole.

He shows you a weak smile, observing the way your lips slightly trembled when he did so. He turns around to grab the towel and wipe his face, then makes his way towards you, taking you in his arms. Tucking you into his chest as he peppers soft kisses on the crown of your head.

“I'm sorry.”

“I’m sorry”

The apology slips out of you both at the same time. One a whisper; the other equally as quiet.

“Why are you sorry?” he beckons, holding you at elbow length.

“I ruined New Year’s Eve for you, our first new years together…” you mutter in a small voice. Visibly shirinking, trying to pry out of his grasp but he keeps a firm hold on you, but not enough to hurt.

“No, baby, you didn’t ruin anything. It’s still new years, you see that, your big bang?” He inclined his head towards the window, a plethora of colors flashing their way in and out, a kaleidoscope in the night sky. Booming and sparkling their way into life and dying in an instant.

Like the Big Bang, you had once told him.

“I’m with you, that is the best part of my new year.”

A small smile graces your face, eyes burning with the salty tears as they escape their way out of them. Bob cups your face in his hands, thumb swiping the tears away as he stares into your eyes, the fireworks outside illuminating their way into his eyes as a thousand galaxies deep their way into yours.

He rests his forehead against yours, his own tears flowing down the soft slope of his cheeks. The focus of his eyes dip towards your lips and back to your eyes.

A question of consent.

You answer it by closing the space between you. Hands wrapping around his neck as you pull him into you. It feels as though the fireworks outside have traveled their way into your stomach as your lips meet. Molding together though they were made for each other.

A soft gasp escapes his lips as he pulls you in further by the waist, thumb rubbing the soft curve of it. Before it could go further than a gentle gesture, he pulls away, backing against the door as he keeps you steady.

“I’m sorry that I failed you” you open your mouth to interject but he pushes a finger to your lips, quieting you as you look at him with wide eyes; “ahh, let me tell you something:

You are the most beautiful creature that I’ve ever laid my eyes upon, no matter how you may think of yourself. The world- hell the fucking universe couldn’t compare to the beauty you hold. And I want you to know that; no matter how many times you point out things about yourself that you think are unattractive, I will always find a way to show you that it’s not unattractive. It’s unique. You are unique, my beautiful, beautiful Y/n.”

Your lips are still shut by his finger that rests softly on them. But the tears that run their way down your face are evident. All emotions held in one look.

You slowly grab the finger that holds them shut. Removing it to let your emotions out. Instead of saying something, you simply grab his face, smashing your lips together in a heated kiss.

“Show me”

A/n: ANNDDD that is all my lovelies, I am in LOVE with these two. do let me know if you want a part two and what you thought about this?? Reblog, asks and comments are always appreciated <33

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[gucciwins]

Since we've been seeing jealous and insecure harry and bel reassuring harry, do you think you could do something where bel hears Harry's friends saying they're surprised they've lasted because she's not Harry's usual type and then later they run into an ex of his who is the complete opposite of her and she's feeling insecure

this is something many of you have been waiting for and hope I delivered. what better way to start the year with than a harry and bel blurb. happy new year my darling loves💜💜💜

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Harry promised her a party would be fun. He had finished tour for the year, and being back home, a few friends reached out to come to a party, and he didn’t want to say no. Harry was very persuasive in getting her to say yes. It seemed his kisses were her weakness. 

As soon as they arrived, a crowd came to greet them. Harry ensured he got to introduce everyone to Bel, or how he likes to put it to everyone important. There were so many people that it was hard to keep track of. The music was loud, and drinks were passed all around. Harry held her right by his side, not wanting her to wander off. Harry told her that he’d miss her too much. 

“I need the bathroom, amor,” she whispered in his ear. 

“I can take you, lovie.” He offers. 

She is quick to shake her head. “I can do it.”  

Harry gives her a quick kiss and tells her it’s the third door down the hall. 

Bel is searching for the restroom when she finally finds the hallway and sees two gentlemen talking, Mark and Christian. She remembers them because Harry introduced her to them when they first arrived. She remembered them because they were quick to tease Harry about how long he’s been gone, and when he does show up, it’s with a girl. She excuses herself and goes in to do her business. After washing her hands, she hears a conversation happening outside and freezes. 

“That’s Harry’s girl,” the voice was full of surprise. She recognized it as Christian as he had a thicker English accent. 

“Mhm…” Mark agrees.

“Not his usual type.” 

“Her accent’s different,” Mark remarks. 

Christian responds with, “I thought she’d be more talkative.” 

“Did you see her hanging off his arm?” 

“Harry didn’t seem to mind.” 

“She’s probably a good f–”

Bel swings the door open, knowing she’s heard enough. She doesn’t bother shooting them a polite smile, knowing they don’t deserve it. It isn’t nice hearing someone talk about you behind your back. As she makes her way through the crowd, she feels everyone’s eyes on hers as if they were judging her. 

It honestly makes her skin crawl. She wants to leave. She can’t handle all of this emotionally, and she knows that as soon as she tells Harry, he’ll understand and escort her home. Except, when she finds Harry, he’s in the kitchen with a drink in hand, leaning against the counter, and a gorgeous girl standing a few feet away. 

“Harry,” she breathes out softly.

“Bel,” his arm settles around her waist, and Bel hums at the feeling. It helps ground her. 

“Caroline. I’m his ex,” Caroline offers proudly.

Bel frowns but is quick to wipe it from her face. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Bel.” 

“Huh, Harry was just talking about you.” Caroline laughs, but it sounds more like a scoff to Bel. “He said you were beautiful, but I’ve got to say you’re honestly gorgeous.” 

Bel laughs, not at all having expected the compliment. “You as well. Love the tinsel in your hair really makes your eyes pop.”

“Oh, you’re a doll. Keep this one longer than you kept me, Harry.” Caroline throws a wink her way and walks away. Harry shifts uncomfortably, not at all liking the conversation. 

“You okay, Bel?” He checks in.

As much as she wants to say no, another part of her responds. “Everything’s fine. We were bound to run into exes, right?” 

Harry presses a kiss to her temple. “I hope to never run into one of yours. Don’t think I’d be as graceful as you.”

“It wasn’t so bad,” she feigns.

He swung his arm over her shoulder, giving her another kiss. “It’s okay. You can say it was awkward and awful. We went on a few dates, but I-I didn’t want to commit to anything. She’s the one I told you would get a new fish almost daily because hers would mysteriously die.” 

Bel laughs because she remembers that story. Harry has been open with her, and she appreciates it so much. He walks them outside, promising to get her a drink. Bel is content to sit alone, even if her thoughts might get the best of her. Anything better than being inside a room where everyone is judging her and her boyfriend. 

She’s never been the jealous type. There’s no reason to be now. Harry is with her, and he loves her; it's not something she doubts. Not for a second.

Her insecurities were rising. She never thought she fit a certain mold. She has always been her authentic self when meeting others and in front of the camera, so for Harry’s friends to say she’s not his type didn’t hurt her it’s how they spoke about her behind his back while mocking her accent. 

Bel grew up being told she was different. She had to assimilate to not be picked on, but her parents always told her that her accent was 100% hers. That no one could change that. She loved her culture and who it made her. 

She was letting herself get lost in her head, letting those intrusive thoughts win when she shook it all away. Bel knew it was time for another appointment with her therapist. It’s not something she wanted to talk about, but she'd tell him as soon as they arrived home. For now, she wanted to enjoy the night with him, or at least what was left.

Harry was in the kitchen when he heard someone call his name. He sends them a smile but keeps a hold of his drinks, letting both men know it will be a short talk. It doesn’t matter Mark and Christian cut right to the chase.

“Harry, can you apologize to Y/N for us. We weren’t–we didn’t mean to offend her,” Mark looks to Christian, who nods in agreement. 

He frowns, looking at both men in front of him, looking guilty for something he has no idea about. “If you have to apologize through me, I don’t think we can continue to be friends. Y/N is her own person. She’s not just a connection to me.”

Harry walks away, leaving both drinks he had gotten, and goes for Bel. He’s ready to go home. He was looking forward to a nice night out, but it has taken a turn for the worst. Harry doesn’t even want to imagine what those men said about her, but it’s safe to say he would no longer be in contact with them.

“Where’s my water?” She asks, seeing him come back empty-handed. 

Harry walks towards her and places his hands on her face, tipping it up, making sure she’s looking at her. They shine bright, just like they always do when he’s nearby. 

“I love you,” he reminds her.”

She giggles, “lo se, mi vida. Te amo.” 

Harry has heard those words thousands of times, but the flutter in his stomach is always the same. 

“Mark and Christian cornered me, telling me to apologize to you.” Harry takes note of her reaction and knows it can’t be good when she doesn’t meet his eye. “Bel?”

“It’s not worth repeating.” 

He sighs but doesn’t push. He connects his lips against hers, relaxing when she’s quick to respond. “Let’s go home. Think we deserve a bath and some ice cream.” 

The way home was quiet. It was odd for them, but Harry could see Bel lost in her head and didn’t know how to reach her. He didn’t want to push her.

As soon as they returned to Harry’s house, it seemed more like theirs in his mind. She set off to the kitchen to get their ice cream, and he went upstairs to prep the bath. Everything was done in easy silence, a kiss here and there. Harry helped Bel strip from her outfit. He had a different way of undressing her earlier in the day, where he’d happily bring her to an orgasm or two, but he’d take any moment with her. He could see her lost in her head, but every smile his way assured him she was still present with him. 

Harry settled in the bath first, then she followed. He felt himself relax when Bel let out a deep sigh of relief. He knew not to push, and Bel was thankful. His hands skimmed her thighs in soft touches. Harry always seemed to know what she needed. 

“Your friend they–” 

“Not my friend,” he corrects her.

“Harry,” she sighs. 

“I knew them because I’ve worked with them, but they aren’t my friends, especially after tonight.”

Bel nods, “they were just saying that I’m not your usual type or about how I was hanging off your arm the entire night.” Harry squeezes her tight against his bare chest. “They talked about my accent and how they thought I should talk more. Caught them by surprise before they could finish saying you probably kept me around because I was a good fuck.”

Harry takes a deep breath, “Bel.” 

She’s quick to stop him. “I’m just feeling hurt and insecure, I guess. It has all messed with my head. I usually let everything roll off my back but not this time. Maybe because these people are in some way an association of you. It’s one of my fears, not being good enough.” 

He can’t take not seeing her, so he doesn’t care if he spills water out of the bath. He turns her on his lap. His heart breaks, seeing her eyes glisten with tears and a frown on her face. He moves his hands from her waist to her face making sure she’s looking at him. “Listen to me. I love you. You’re my best friend. I love every bit of you, from that birthmark on the bottom of your right foot to the scar on your temple. I love how you speak Spanish to me like I can understand what you’re saying. I love your cooking and all the seasoning you add. But most of all, I love how you give love and kindness to everyone you know. I love loving you.”

“Harry,” she cries. He laughs, seeing her tears spill over because he knows she’s overwhelmed, and if showering with love is the answer, he’ll remind her the entire night if he has to. He’s prepared to do it for the rest of his life. 

“I love you, cariño.” 

Bel presses her lips against his. She pours all the love she has for him into the kiss. She wants to remember the feeling and security that he gives her. Others might talk and say what they want, but they know the truth. Bel knows Harry loves her exactly as she is, and that’s all she could ever ask for. 

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[kitseddie]

This Must Be The Place

Chapter 4: Royals

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 5

(Eddie Munson x GN!Reader)

Summary: You meet your new neighbour. He’s got his eye on you, but little does he know he isn’t the only one.

WC: 2.4K+

Warnings: mentions of the army? idk if that’s a warning lol, reader’s dad is a solider

A/N: This is a more Steve/Reader chapter but I promise it is still a Eddie/Reader, you just gotta stick around and see where it goes! Thanks for all the likes and reblogs (:

A beam of sunlight slipped through the gap in your curtains, shining on the left side of your face. It was warm and bright, the feeling against your cheek causing you to slowly wake up. There was a lot of commotion coming from the living room and you figured your mom had let you sleep in so you didn’t have to worry about unpacking. With a small yawn and a sigh, you wandered out from under the comfort of your blanket and got dressed.

Boxes were scattered around the kitchen and living room, forcibly turning the house into an assault course. It was feeling a little crowded so you followed along the clear parts of the carpet and wandered out of the door. That’s when you noticed the huge U-Haul truck parked in the driveway, the back doors wide open as she moved the boxes from the van to the floor. Before you could question anything, a guy began picking up some of the boxes and walking towards your door.

He was of average height, slim but a little muscular, with big brown eyes and a beautiful head of hair. When he wandered into the house, he didn’t even seem to notice you standing there as you held a hand out against his chest. “Hey, uh, I’m sorry, are you the truck driver or something? I just…don’t see a uniform”. It took him a second to process as he smiled and shook his head, his soft brown locks bouncing as he did. You looked down to see his hand sticking out for you to shake, you weren't sure but took it anyway.

“Steve Harrington.” He said, mentally cursing himself for doing exactly what Robin had accused him of. Immediately he pulled his hand away and rested it against the side of the box, his eyes glanced over at a big house that sat on a field of green. “I’m just next door, your mom looked like she needed some help so I offered my services”. You smiled, he was sweet. And he was very pretty. And he was your neighbour?

With a grin, you told him your name and explained briefly about how you were new to the neighbourhood and how you were going to help but your mom didn’t wake you. He was very adamant about helping and you didn’t have any reason to stop him, so you both started carrying some stuff inside.

Steve dropped the last box onto the only space left on the counter, puffing out a sigh. “And that’s the last of it.” He said, almost to himself as he held out a hand for you to high five. You gladly did so and struggled to pull the smirk from your lips, it was silent for a second as he looked back at you before gravity pulled him back.

“I should probably head back, the kids are waiting for me at the arcade.” Your eyes widened, kids? He noticed this and tried to backtrack but figured it was far too late to get out of explaining this weird relationship he had with fresh out-of-middle-school kids. “Not my kids. We’re like…friends…it's a long story”. A nod and a smirk were all you gave him as he sighed to himself, running his hand through his hair.

“Well, I got it from here. And by got it, I mean I'm ordering pizza and using one of the books in there as a plate.” This earned you a chuckle, as you watched him weigh his options.

“Tell you what. Those little shits will be over the moon having extra play time, how about I drive us to a diner nearby and we can have some real food? Give you a little taste of Hawkins”. You froze for a second, was he asking you out? A knot formed in your stomach and you weren’t sure how you felt about it. It was a nice offer, really. He seemed like a great guy. But you’d just got back, was accepting a date moving way too fast?

“Hey. Don’t sweat it, seriously. I didn’t mean it like a date or anything, just neighbours hanging out. But if you don’t want to that’s cool, I can just head to the arcade–“

“No.” It fell from your lips before you even had time to process what you were saying, his eyebrows perked up. “Diner food sounds…awesome. I’ll just grab my coat.” He just smiled warmly and nodded, you jumped over all the boxes and headed upstairs to find a nice jacket and bag to bring with you. Not a date. Just neighbours hanging out. You decided that was okay.

It shocked you when he walked you over to his beemer, his car was almost as fancy as your step-dads and he couldn’t have been older than maybe 19. But judging by the size of his house, you could tell it wouldn’t have even left a dent in his parent's bank accounts. Growing up poor, you always despised rich people. They were entitled and stuck up and were handed everything on a silver platter. So it was shocking that you didn’t feel put off by Steve, by his enormous house and his perfectly trimmed yard or his shiny car that he most likely got as a present for turning 16.

When you drove out of his driveway you heard a familiar song coming from the stereo, his hands tapping along to the beat as he hummed. He might have wanted small talk, but you just wanted to rest your head against the window and watch all the buildings pass by. You were born in Hawkins, you lived there until you were around thirteen years old but you’d never set foot on this side of town. So it was no surprise when you pulled up to a restaurant you’d never heard of. Steve walked around to your side and opened your door for you, he really was sweet. He held out his hand and helped you out with a smile, as you both wandered into the diner.

It was clear from his entrance that this was a usual hangout spot for him, he slipped straight into a secluded booth and pulled out two menus from the middle of the table. His demeanour was so relaxed like you weren’t some stranger he’d just met an hour ago. After the waitress came by and took your orders, he slid a quarter into the jukebox next to you, keying in two songs as he paused before selecting another.

“Do you wanna pick one?”. He gestured to the machine, and your eyes widened at the offer. You shook your head and grinned awkwardly, he wouldn’t be a huge fan of what you would pick.

“Hey, it’s cool I won’t judge. Go ahead, on me.” Normally you’d decline again, but he was insisting and you did wonder what they had in the songbook. After a minute or so of scrolling, you found the perfect song and smirked to yourself, covering your hand before queuing it.

“So you’re new in town.” He started, crossing his arms and pressing them against the table to push slightly closer to you.

“Sort of. I lived here all my life but I moved away when I was in like eighth grade.” You could tell he wanted to ask more questions but stopped himself as you smiled at him. “It’s okay, seriously, I don’t mind talking about it. We moved because my dad joined the army. But then my parents started having issues and separated. My stepdad is the one who moved us to the neighbourhood. Working at some insurance company.”

“Hey, yeah! My dad was telling me about that, they’re working in the same department. Small world”. It was wild to you how many connections you already had with him despite this being your first time meeting, it was a strange feeling. His first song started playing as the waitress brought over your milkshakes and he winked with a “thank you, doll ”. The sombre notes of Everybody Wants To Rule The World slipped from the speaker as you mixed the milkshake with your straw, chuckling to yourself.

“Tears for fears, huh?”. It wasn’t a terrible song, you were pretty open when it came to music taste, it was just the exact song you would expect a guy like him to play.

“Hey! It’s a good song. And I kill it at karaoke.” You just nodded along and tried not to laugh at the thought of a drunk Steve attempting karaoke. After you’d sipped at your milkshakes the same waitress served the food, and you both slowly wore down your burgers as you talked. He was so hard to figure out, he was rich and handsome and athletic but he was also funny and thoughtful and kind. Something you’d never seen from people of his calibre.

His next song played in the queue and you chuckled to yourself, he grabbed the ketchup bottle and started singing along to the sounds of Bob Seger’s, Old Time Rock & Roll. Much to your surprise, he had a really good voice, another thing you would never have guessed about him. Your plates were clean and your glasses empty as you started to fold your jacket and hang it over your purse. Without giving it much thought, his hand reached out to stop you.

“Hey, we can’t go yet, we still have to hear the song you picked!”. Oh shit. He was more observant than you thought. Again, you would usually push the idea of leaving. But something about the genuine excitement in his eyes was hard to say no to. So you sat back in your seat and stared at the jukebox until his song faded out. With a tight squeeze, you shut your eyes and listened to the heavy guitar riffs of Motörhead. You cautiously opened one eye and noticed the look of utter shock on your new neighbour's face, as you shrugged with a polite smile.

“My best friend was in a metal band in middle school. It kinda grows on you”. Steve just chuckled and shook his head, he wasn’t the only one full of surprises. After the song ended you headed to the arcade and you started to feel a little nervous, you’d only just met this guy and now you’re in his car alone picking up some high schoolers who he was apparently friends with.

Six kids left the arcade but three of them piled into a white Ford Galaxie, Steve held up a hand to wave at the driver as he awkwardly waved back taking a curious glance at you. Before you could ask, a long-haired guy in a visor lent over the passenger seat and gave you an enthusiastic wave. You giggled and gave one back as he nodded and laughed to himself, oh he was definitely stoned. The other kids were bickering amongst themselves, they all were arguing about high scores when they paused and stared at you.

“Steve”. The curly-haired kid called, the driver turning to look back at him. “What did I tell you about bringing dates with you? It’s so detrimental to your street cred”. His eyes widened in anger as you struggled to hold back a chuckle.

“They’re not my…they're my new neighbour. We just went to get food.” He looked down at the blinking seatbelt light on his dashboard and groaned. “Sinclair, Mayfield, I’m not starting this car until I know you’re buckled up. I don’t wanna see any of you little shits flying through my windshield.” It was cute to see him so protective of them, you weren’t sure what the story was but it was clear they’d got him running around for them.

They bickered and laughed the whole ride, him dropping off each kid as they went. He was surprised when nobody tried to ask you any invasive questions, but he figured that would come at a later date. Max was the last, dropping her at the trailer park where Eddie lived. You noticed him wander out for a smoke, sitting on his doorstep. A small cat wandered over to him, a smirk gracing his face as he ran his fingers through her fur. For a second it looked like he saw you, but he just looked away and went back inside.

Then you were pulling up to your new neighbourhood, noting how pretty the street lamps looked at night. “I believe this is your stop”. He teased, you grinned and let yourself out, watching as he made his way to his front door.

“Hey, Steve?”. He turned at the mention of his name as you smiled back warmly. “Thank you for today. You’re my second favourite neighbour.” You watched his eyebrows knit together on his forehead.

“Oh yeah, and who’s the first?.” Your mouth cracked into a wide smile, you motioned a seal against your lips as you tossed the key. “I’ll get it out of you one day. Goodnight.” It felt like the right thing to do, so you walked closer to him and stood up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“Goodnight Steve.” He just nodded and struggled to conjure a reply, wandering into his own house as you happily wandered into yours. Much to your surprise, all the boxes had gone. The carpet was clear and the countertops sparkled, following the sound of the television you found your mom and step-dad cuddled up on the sofa.

“Hey, honey! Where have you been?”. Oh, you know. Just making friends with the rich kids on the estate. Listening to tears for fears in a flashy diner where he paid for you. But don’t worry, it wasn’t a date. Though the high schoolers that he seemed to chauffeur around seemed to think it was.

“I was hanging with Steve, you know the neighbour? The one helping us with the boxes?”. The look in her eyes worried you as you quickly tried to clear up any confusion. “It wasn’t like…it was just as friends. We just had lunch at the diner.” She looked back at your step-dad as you rolled your eyes, oh please don’t make this a thing.

“That Harrington boy seems like a good man, I just joined his father's department at the insurance company. He might join him if he plays his cards right”. You just nodded, Steve and his dad’s agreements on his future were not your business. Whatever he had planned for him was between them. You kissed them both goodnight and crawled into your cosy new bed, smiling at the thought of Steve and Eddie. Hawkins didn’t seem so bad after all.

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HOME WRECKER ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: dustin has a teensy, tiny, crush on eddie’s girlfriend and will do anything to talk to her. maybe even bike all the way to their house after school, even though an impatient eddie waits for him.

genre: crack/fluff

wc: 1650

warning: mention of p**dophile! only once, if you feel triggered, feel free to skip over!

“Hi Y/N!” Dustin waves enthusiastically at you, giving you one of his biggest smiles. You smile back at him, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed. “How are you?”

He couldn’t believe that he was here right now. Dustin got this sudden idea in his last period class, amidst the moment when he just couldn’t stop thinking about you. It wasn’t like he was hopelessly in love with you…no! 

“I’m great Dust! I just finished a batch of cookies, you want some?” He nods, hopping inside the Munson trailer and walking up to the kitchen. 

Dustin likes Y/N. In a friendly, nice, genuine, best friend-ey way! Totally not in an ‘I want to date you’ way of course. 

He totally doesn’t wake up in the morning and think of you, and your food, and your smile and laugh. 

“I’m actually really proud of this batch. I put more than M&M's! I ground some Hershey’s and put some inside, I’ve been craving chocolate lately…I’m not sure why.” As you ramble on and on, Dustin puts his chin on the palm of his hand. He stares at you in a way that you can only decipher if Eddie looked at you, but from Dustin? It looked a bit weird. 

Dustin knew he shouldn’t be doing this. First off, he has a girlfriend. Don’t get him wrong, Suzy was amazing! She’s a fucking genius and absolutely beautiful…but she was so far away. And you were right here! This gorgeous, caring and smart person, that accepted him regardless of his awkward braces and personality. 

But besides that, the most crucial problem of his dilemma is that you are Eddie’s girlfriend. His idol Eddie’s girlfriend. It was so unfair!

“Hold on, didn’t you just come from school Dust? Did you bike all the way here?”

“Y-Yeah! But it’s fine. I’d do anything- I mean! I love spending time with you.” You raise your eyebrow, a bit curious as to why he would bike all the way to the trailer park. 

“You do know that Eddie isn’t here right? He’s at school, for the D&D campaign. Shouldn’t you be there too?” 

“Yup! I’ll just bike back there. It’s okay.” You gasp, shaking your head and grabbing the jacket that hung by the counter. It was his turn to get confused now, seeing you gather your things and looking around the living room area. “W-What-”

“Dust, I’m not letting you bike back. I’ll drop you off and you can just come home with Eddie to pick up your bike.”

“No-”

“Yes! It’s okay, besides I want to drop off the cookies for Hellfire. And,” you sing, handing him a cookie with a napkin, “you can be the first one to try it. You know, my special tester for my new recipe.”

Dustin feels like he’s going to drop down to his knees. 

—

“Where is Henderson?!” Eddie shouted, looking around the room and sensing the empty chair. Yes, he was upset about the junior’s absence, everyone, hear Eddie’s emphasis on everyone, needs to be here for the campaign tonight. Though every single other campaign is important, this one shines brighter than the others. He spent extra long on this campaign, in no way shape or form was any of the Hellfire members missing out on this. 

“I don’t know man, last I saw him was last period. He said he was gonna go on a short adventure.” Eddie feels his anger rise more. 

How dare he be late for the battle against Lord Soth! Eddie is going to kill him when he sees him. Absolutely wring him-

“Y/N!” Eddie’s head lifts up at Jeff’s proclamation, surprised with your presence. He was about to shout out your name until he witnessed the smaller figure that pops out from behind you. Of course, he’s happy that you’re here, don’t get him wrong, but why the fuck did Dustin come in with you?

“Hey, guys! I hope you’re in the mood for some sweets because I brought some!” The room erupts with cheer at the sound of your baking and you giggle, passing around the container. Eddie’s curiosity begins to slim, and he feels a growth of warmth in his heart, until your next statement, “Dustin tried out my new recipe and said it was delicious! I hope you enjoy-”

“WHAT?!” Everybody jumps at Eddie’s shriek, including you. He slams his hands against the table and faces Dustin with a livid expression, pushing the boy to fear. “You little, fucking- HOW DARE YOU?!?”

“Eddie-Eddie, wait!” Eddie inhales, stomping toward Dustin and grabbing the collar of his shirt. “No! Wait-”

“I do that! I try Y/N’s recipes! Why do you bike all the way to my house and visit my girlfriend?!? Alone?! Are you crazy!” Dustin starts to tear up at the elder’s aggression because if everyone was being honest, it was pretty scary. Sighing out of frustration, you drop the container down onto the table and rush to the ‘fight’ brewing. 

“Eds! Eddie! Stop!” You pull at Eddie but fail because of the amount of strength that was given to Dustin. “Eddie! Behave!” Your words fall on deaf ears since Eddie continuously shakes Dustin with fervour. 

“Prick! Get your own fucking girlfriend-”

“EDWARD!”

The room stills. Nervously, Eddie puts Dustin down, who scrambled to his Hellfire seat next to Mike. Your eyes seem to flare at your boyfriend, grabbing his hand and pulling him. 

“Outside, now!” Opening the door, you push him outside, shutting the door behind you. “What was that?! That is a fourteen-year-old boy!” Eddie crosses his arms and looks down onto the ground, hiding his face with his long hair. You huff, putting your hands on your waist. 

“Hello??” He groans, messing around with his hair more and more. You could tell that he was too shy to tell you but you didn’t care. You’re going to break it out of him, once and for all. 

Unfortunately, all your efforts, which were, pulling at his arms, begging him, and pulling at his jacket, were simply not working. You groan even louder now, all your anger leaving you, but now being replaced with frustration. 

“Eddie, please. Please just tell me why you were so mad.” He rolls his eyes, standing tall and facing you. 

“You tell me, Y/N. A boy, I don’t care how old he is, went to our house, to see you! My beautiful girlfriend, all alone. And does what? Eat a cookie? No…” Eddie stomps against the floor, “Fucking, tries, one of your, NEW, COOKIES! You said I could try it when I got home! You promised! I was excited! Fuck, I was thinking about it all day! ‘What is Y/N gonna put in her cookies this time’, ‘what new, amazing thing is Y/N gonna add’? And then,” Eddie breathes, 

“I HEAR THAT ONE OF MY HELLFIRE MEMBERS, TRIES IT BEFORE ME-” Eddie shuts up, yelping out of surprise when your plump lips land on his. He could feel your hands latching onto his neck, while he naturally move to your waist. You pull away and see his surprised facial expression. Laughing to yourself, you brush his hair back and kiss his cheek. “What…?”

“Eddie, you’re so cute when you’re jealous. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to let Dustin try those cookies before you. It slipped my mind that I promised. Besides, you really have nothing to worry about, especially with Dustin.”

“Psh, I know-” you put your index finger on his lips, immediately shutting him up. 

“I know, you know. But in there, you were acting like I was gonna leave you for him tomorrow. And I’m saying, you have nothing to worry about. I have a pretty clean criminal record and I do not want my first one to be, paedophile.” Eddie laughs at you, kissing your lips again. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Only around you to be honest.”

“Now,” you rub his cheeks, but snatch his face and push it closer to you, “go apologise to Dustin for strangling him like a maniac.”

—

You already left, leaving the container for Eddie to bring home. Eventually, the campaign went extremely well, Eddie won’t lie about that. But, he hasn’t said ‘sorry’ to Dustin, which was a task weighing heavily on his shoulders. 

However, you told him to give Dustin a ride back to the trailer park for his bike, so Eddie guesses that he can just apologize to the home-wrecker there. 

“Henderson,” Eddie honks his horn, “you comin’ with me.”

“O-Okay.” Dustin hops inside the van, clutching his bag to his chest. The ride begins in silence. 

Dustin was going to hop out of the window. He couldn’t stand the betrayal going on inside him right now. He felt so bad for one, having a crush on his friend’s girlfriend, and two, even having the guts to bike all the way to Eddie’s house, knowing she was home. 

“Listen Henderson,”

‘Oh god, oh god, this was it’ Dustin internally panics, ‘he’s gonna kick me out of Hellfire! Oh, Jesus fuck!’

“I’m sorry about earlier buddy. I didn’t mean to grab you or anything. Completely my fault.” 

‘...Oh.’

Eddie pulls into the trailer park, and the fear within Dustin begins to dissipate. He could almost feel a small smile grow on his face, opening the door quickly to grab his bike and go home. 

“Thanks for the ri-”

Until, Eddie grabs the handle of the passenger’s door and shuts it close. Dustin pauses, confused as to why Eddie would do such a thing. He releases the door, turning around to face Eddie, who had a calm, but clearly angry, look on his face. 

“If I ever hear, about you coming to my house, with Y/N all alone? I’m fucking chopping your head off.”

Okay, never mind. The fear came right back up his ass.

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Aspirations pt. 5

Sydcarmy Masterlist

Full Masterlist

Notes at the end this time, all I'll say here is - I hope you guys get what you want from this Chapter!

A couple of date nights don't go quite to plan...

~~~~~

“5 ceviche and one pumpkin, please.”

“Yes, Chef.”

“Marcus, where are those desserts for table 7?”

“One minute, Chef.”

“One minute too long, keep it moving.”

“Yes, Chef.”

“Faster please guys. I’ve got orders backing up. T, you good babe? How you finding the new menu?”

“I’m good, baby - it's gorgeous. Got sirloin in three minutes.”

“Beautiful. Carm, you got the dauphinoise to go with that?”

“Yes, Chef.” Syd took a note from Richie as he passed through the kitchen, “birthday on table 9. You gonna sing Rich?” She teased lightly. 

“Sure I am, Chef.” He winked, walking out with the desserts for table 7. Carmy appeared at her right hand side,

“Only 4 duck left, Chef.”

“Thank you, Chef, noted. We've done 16 duck so far today, really great addition to the menu. Must be the plum sauce.” She scribbled a note and passed it to one of the waitresses to let them know. Carmy stayed by her side, “you good?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re just… really fucking good at this.” Her pen stilled on the tables she was working through. They’d hardly spoken in over a week, occasionally one making more of a push at reconciliation than the other but ultimately going back to stalemate each time.

“Thank you.” She said, sincerely. She risked a real look at him rather than just off over his shoulder as she’d had to do for the last few days. She gripped the countertop, blue eyes full of so much… something taking her breath away. In the restaurant, she could hear Richie singing Happy Birthday; she couldn't help the grin that broke out across her face. She took a breath and got back to calling out the orders. Back to stalemate. She tried desperately not to care, but if she’d missed him before, then she was really, really missing him now. His friendship, their easy connection, all of it. 

“You ready for tonight?” Tina asked,

“What’s tonight?” Carmy asked across the stations,

“Niña bonita got a hot date!” Tina winked.

“Oh fuck no, Syd - is she kidding?” Richie asked.

“Appreciate your concern Richie, but I can look after myself.”

“It’s him though, isn’t it?” 

“Yes Richie, it’s the fish guy.”

“Fucker.” He muttered, grasping Carmy’s shoulder as he walked past. Carmy didn’t say anything.

“Isn’t that guy a total douchebag?” Marcus asked from his section.

“Ella no se casará con él.” Tina muttered.

“No me casaré con nadie, T.” Syd replied.

“Yo, English?” Marcus called out.

“She’s allowed to have some fun. Idiots.” She said, throwing a glare towards Richie, Marcus and Carmy who’d kept his head down and stayed out of the interaction.

“Last twenty minutes Chefs, do I still have your focus?” She slammed her hand on the counter, 

“Yes, Chef.” They all called back.

“Thank you.” They fell back into silence, listening only to Syd’s calm instructions. As each station was completed, they started their clean down. Carmy came back to Syd just as Richie made his way into the kitchen. 

“Doors locked, Chefs.”

“Thanks Richie, we good?”

“We are, great night out there. Happy customers.”

“Excellent.” She beamed at him. 

“Hey cuz, Claire’s out there. She ok to come through?”

“Uhh, just gimme a minute. Syd, can we talk? Please?”

“Ahhh, Syd's not the only one on a date tonight, huh Jeff?” Tina grinned. Syd nodded and went to the back doors. Outside, Carmy lit up a cigarette. 

"I wanted to apologize. You were right." He sighed, pacing. "You're always fuckin' right, Syd. It's nothing to do with me who you date, and I'm sorry. I have no right to try and tell you what to do. I want you to have a good time. I need to get my shit together." He held her gaze with pleading eyes, 

"Thank you. I know you and Richie want to protect me or some shit, but -"

"It's not my business, I know." She nodded. 

"We need to fuckin' figure out how we get back to before," she started, "this isn't fair on anyone and…"

"And?"

"I miss you. I know you have Claire and it's selfish, but I feel like if we get back to how things were, then that fixes everything." 

"What if we can't go back to how things were?" He asked quietly. 

"Carm, I can't help you fix - or not fix - what's going on with Claire. You need to do that yourself."

"I know. I'll do better, I'm trying to do better." She nodded and went back to business while she had the opportunity, 

"So the duck and the ceviche are really clearing up off the new menu?"

"Yeah, we should hold some extra ingredient stock from next week."

"And we'll do a family party night in a couple months? The Sunday before Christmas?"

"Yeah, Nat's got it planned in."

"Ok. We should go back in, finish up." She went to put a hand on his arm, but stopped herself at the last moment. She was back in the kitchen just as Claire came through,

“Hey everyone.”

“Hi Claire Bear,” Richie greeted her with a hug. Syd started working through the night's orders until Tina came over.

“Why don’t you get ready to go chica?” She murmured, “I’ll clean up.” Syd knew Tina had picked up on the tension recently, even more so in the last week. She gave a small nod.

“Yeah, if that’s ok?”

“Long as you come back here and show me your look. I wanna see how you clean up!” Syd took off to the office with a laugh, getting her bag from her locker on the way past. She closed the door behind her, took off and folded her whites carefully. She had two options for her date and as she looked at them both, she was suddenly torn on which to wear. She pulled open the door an inch or two and called out for Tina who appeared quickly. “What’s up?”

“I dunno what to fucking wear?” The shorter woman laughed and pushed her way into the office. She looked over the two options while Syd nervously twisted her hands. She could hear the others calling out their goodbyes - Marcus, Ebra, Gary, Angel and Manny all out the door as quickly as possible behind the front of house staff. Eventually, Tina picked up her suggestion and put it into Syd’s hands. She’d taken the top from option one and the skirt from option two and combined them. “No, no that’s not one of the choices - it’s too much, we’re only going to a cocktail bar -”

“You’re going out to have fun, you have legs for fuckin’ days and you’re hot as shit, Syd. You can dress up sometimes, y’know?”

“Jesus fuck, I’m gonna need some fucking alcohol.” 

“Yes baby, liquid confidence!” Tina grinned, leaving her to change. Syd did as she was told, she knew she’d never hear the end of it if she defied Tina. She changed quickly, twisted her braids into an updo, and headed back out to shove her things into her locker and get her shoes. From the open doorway, she heard Richie whistle,

“Holy fuckin’ shit, Chef.”

“Don’t say it.” She warned,

“Don’t say what?”

“That I’m… I dunno, dressed like I’m asking for trouble, or whatever workaround you wanna use to say I’m dressed inappropriately.”

“Do you feel good?” He asked, sincerely. She nodded. “Good. You look fuckin’ great, kid. And despite what you might think, I want you to have a good time.” 

“Thank you.” She smiled gratefully. 

“Yo Tina, fuckin’ see this fit Syd’s got goin’ on!” He called out immediately. Syd finished putting on her shoes and went back out to the main kitchen to get her phone. 

“¡Muy caliente baby!” Tina smiled happily. At the commotion, Claire came back through the swing doors, closely followed by Carmy.

“Wow, Syd, you look great!” She exclaimed. “I love the skirt!”

“Uhh thanks guys,” She pushed her phone into her bag, “can we stop with the whole… compliments thing now please? Jesus, you’re making me awkward as fuck.”

“Hey, are you gonna be ok?” Carmy asked,

“Yeah.”

“Just… he’s a dickbag, that’s all.”

“Carmy, I’m sure Sydney can look after herself.” Claire pointed out,

“I know she can," he turned to Syd, "but if he tries anything and you’re not interested, just… call me. Or Richie, and -”

"I will be fine. Do not make me pepper spray you.” Syd mumbled. Claire laughed, 

"I can't believe they're so protective! Well we're going. See you guys later." 

"Just forgot my phone in the office, I'll be right behind you." Carmy told her. Syd crossed her arms across her chest, conscious that he hadn’t stopped looking at her since he’d walked back into the kitchen. She felt wildly under (over?) dressed. She remembered her blazer on the back of the office chair and went to get it. He followed to get his phone, but took the blazer from her, holding it out for her to step into. She slid her arms in and rolled up the sleeves while he straightened the collar, his hand dropping to graze her hip as she started to step out of reach. “Have a good night, Carm.”

“You too. Don't fuckin' hit me, it's just you…-” He started, "you look beautiful." He finished, his voice tense. She shook her head,

"Don't. You're really not making this any easier for either of us, Carmy." She sighed and went back out to the bright kitchen to pick up her bag, Richie kissed her on both cheeks,

“Hey, you call me if that jagoff tries anything y’hear?”

“I hear you. Thank you.”

“See ya later, beautiful girl.” Tina hugged her. 

“Bye guys, see you later.” She unlocked the front door ahead of Carmy and Claire and stepped out into the cold night. 

*

Fish guy was indeed a dickbag. As much as it pained her to admit that everyone had been right, she couldn’t deny it. He was rude to bar staff, arrogant, and he hadn’t stopped ogling her all night. His eyes felt like the greasy sheen from the fryer that she couldn’t quite shift. She was halfway through her third cocktail and she knew it would be her last. She wanted to know that she was still in full control and she knew that a fourth cocktail would remove some of that. They both finished their drinks and she picked up her bag,

“Thank you for tonight, I think I’m gonna head off.”

“You don’t want another?”

“No, no thanks.” She went to think of an excuse but reasoned with herself, she didn’t need an excuse to get out of a bad date. A simple ‘no thanks’ should be enough. And if it wasn’t she always had the threat of setting Richie on him.

“Can I see you again?”

“Umm… no. I’m not really up for dating at the moment. Lots going on at work, y’know.”

“Plus the whole thing with Carmy?”

“The what?”

“Yeah, Rich said you’re, like, into each other but not ready for each other… whatever. Anyway, it’s cool. I know they think I’m an asshole and they’re probably right. Hell I’m not gonna pressure you into anything cos they’d fuckin’ murder me for sure.”

“Yeah… y’know you shouldn’t pressure anyone, right? Like, just cos I have Richie or Carm ready to throw hands… other women have people ready to do the same thing y’know?”

“Oh god, I know. I’ve had my nose broken plenty of times.”

“Huh. Should maybe listen to sense then?” She suggested wryly, she'd make sure Richie passed the message along to staff at all restaurants in the area to avoid him. “Have a good night.” She left some cash on the table to cover her drinks, and went back out into the cold. It felt like a pitifully short time that she’d been in the bar. She checked her phone, it was barely midnight and thanks to the cocktails, she felt wide awake. She walked in the direction of the restaurant where she could call an Uber and wait in the warm. She dug her keys to the back door out of her bag and switched on the single strip light over the pot wash. She took a glass from the bar and poured a glass of wine from a bottle on the family shelf and then sat on the floor of the locker area with her back against the cool wall. She scrolled through the Tik Tok's Richie had sent, and replied to his and Nat's check in messages with a thumbs up. It was nice to enjoy the silence of the kitchen she adored. She heard the back door open softly and close again and rose to pick up a knife from the magnetic strip on the wall, she held it up in front of her. 

"Who's there?" She hissed, cursing herself for not putting on more lights, she recognised the broad shoulders immediately though, "Carm? Is that you?"

"The fuck are you doing here, Syd?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Bad date?" She taunted, "Wait, stop. That sounded shitty, I apologize." He shrugged,

"No need, you nailed it. Can you put down the knife?" She put it back on the wall. "How about you, what happened on your date?" Syd sighed. 

"Turns out you guys were right, he was an asshole…" She sighed heavily. "You can say I told you so now." 

"I'm not gonna do that. I've been way too fuckin' much of an asshole myself the last couple of weeks." 

"You said it," she rolled her eyes. 

"I'm distracted and distant as well. Who fuckin' knew, huh?"

"Ouch. Well, I have a terrifying co-worker who scared the shit out of my date," she shrugged. "which, turns out, wasn't a bad thing, but I am never telling anyone in this building if I go on a date again." She laughed. "I didn't mean to threaten to pepper spray you earlier, by the way. I mean, I did. And I would if I had to. But I wouldn't, like, enjoy it. Much."

"Good to know." He looked over to her, "So I'm guessing you're not gonna see him again?"

"God, no. He was sleazy and gross. I've decided I'm not the dating type." She leaned her hip against the cold stainless steel counter to take some pressure off her feet. 

"You're not?"

"Nope. You gonna fix things with Claire?" He shrugged, 

"We keep just goin' round in circles, y'know? Same argument every time. I'm too distracted by this place, working too fuckin' much, too distracted by you -"

"Me? I haven't -"

"I know. You haven't done anything. It kills me that you've been so distant. It doesn't mean you don't distract me." She kept her eyes on the counter, absentmindedly rubbing at a dried water mark with her thumb. "I'm the shittiest boyfriend. I'm pretty sure I fucking spent more time wondering if that fucking prick was touching you than I did asking my girlfriend about her day."

"That is very shitty. I would say she deserves better but… well. That would make me the dumb one."

"You're not dumb."

"I know. But I do dumb stuff all the fucking time. And she does deserve better."

"So do you." He'd moved from leaning against the walk-in, to standing next to her by the counter, she could feel her heart pounding. The day in Nat's kitchen felt like a lifetime ago, the last time they'd had even the briefest physical contact. Her hands shook with the effort of staying under her control. She felt the warmth of his body as he stood at her side, it radiated from him and she realized she was cold. Legs still bare in an empty kitchen, gone midnight in early November. She leaned in, just a little. Her eyes fluttered shut as his nose grazed her cheek, her breath shaking almost as much as her hands. He covered her hand with his own, laughing softly at how cold they were, "Fuck, baby. Putting you on pastry next." He teased. His breath danced across her neck, making her shiver, 

"Don't you fucking dare," she warned. She felt a tiny kiss behind her ear, her body betraying her with a whimper she was certain he'd heard. His other hand came to rest on her hip underneath her blazer, his thumb finding the sliver of skin where her top had come untucked. She didn't feel cold anymore, she felt like her whole body was alight. He held her hip with the most imperceptible grip, giving her exactly enough space to move away but silently begging her not to. She let his hand turn her slightly on the spot so she could face him better. She kept her eyes closed, felt his kiss on her jaw and her cheek before he paused. He rested his forehead against hers, one hand coming to the nape of her neck while the other stayed on her hip. She could hear only their shared breath, smell the citrus from the three sidecars she'd had forever ago, the beers he must have had. She can tell he's giving her enough time and space to say no. She finally opened her eyes, "this is the worst idea either of us have ever had." He nodded against her, his nose bumping hers, 

"Probably." He agreed.

"I do dumb stuff all the time."

"So do I." She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling back the tiniest amount. She barely had time to register his reaction, there was just enough time to see a longing and an intensity she'd never seen before and he was on her, capturing her mouth with his own. Syd pulled the thick arms of his jacket down, letting it drop to the tiled floor with a dull thud. She brought her hands up to his hair and let them rake through it lightly. His kiss was desperate and wanting, as she broke contact to tip her head back and catch her breath, he moved to the column of her throat. As he nipped at the soft skin there, he made her moan, tugging his hair a little in surprise. His faint whine has her rolling her hips against his, 

"Jesus fuck, Carmy," she gasped, "I am not going to fuck you in our kitchen," she could feel him laugh somewhere in the valley of her breasts. He'd slipped off her blazer and was pulling the straps of her top down her arms, she pulled him back up to her. Both breathless, pupils blown, "I mean it." She told him as firmly as she could. He kissed her again, so softly, so gently, it made her knees buckle. 

"Heard," he whispered with a grin. "Beautiful, fuck you're so fuckin' beautiful." He went back to her collarbone, the hollow at the base of her neck. Her hands slipped up and under his t-shirt, feeling the taut muscles on his back. She could feel him through his jeans, hard against her thigh. He toyed with the hem of her skirt, "Syd, can I…"

"Please, please… I need you," she cried as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and biting gently. His deft fingers moved her underwear to one side and slipped inside her, she shuddered against him, her head dropping to the crook of his neck. 

"Holy shit, baby," he hissed, holding her tightly to him. He thrust his fingers into her torturously slowly, building her orgasm from so deeply inside she could hardly breathe. "I've got you," he murmured through kisses, "I've got you." His thumb brushed against her clit and she rocked into him. She grasped at his shoulders as she got closer and closer to the edge. "I want this… you, always." He kissed her hard as she came, swallowing her moans as she clenched around his fingers, his name on her lips. He worked her through the orgasm, holding her up against the counter while she regained her breath and stopped shaking. She kept her forehead on his shoulder as he smoothed her skirt back into place and pulled the straps of her top back up, leaving small kisses on their path. She played with the soft curls at the nape of his neck, "you good?" He asked quietly, his nose against her cheek. She moved to look at him, her warm brown eyes still blown with lust.

"I don't know how I'm ever going to look at you in this kitchen again," she cringed. He laughed, 

"Same. It's all I'm gonna fuckin' see." She stepped slightly to the side of him, needing space and air between them. 

"We really fucked up. What if we ruined everything? This is… this is everything to me," you are everything she added silently. 

"I won't let that happen, I promise. We carry on, and in March we're gonna get you a fucking star. I want to give you everything, Syd. You deserve it. That'll never change." She brought a hand up to his cheek,

"I want it for you too." She sighed heavily, exhaustion taking over. 

"I'll take you home," he offered. "Then I gotta figure some shit out." She hummed in response, 

"Yeah. This can't happen again, Carm. It just can't."

"I know, and it won't."

"And I'm not going to lose my best friend over this either."

"I'm sure Nat appreciates that."

"I meant you, asshole." She rolled her eyes, her mouth scrunching to disguise the smile. "Come on, I need sleep." She pushed him towards the door and he took her hand in his own.

~~~~~

..... verdict? When I tell you I had an existential crisis on this Chapter! 😅 I had no idea you guys would be so mad at Carmy! But then, Syd is everything so I totally get it!

So I hope I redeemed him just enough for you! And I hope you're happy with the tip over from friends to something more... 🤞

I'm pretty proud of this one, hope you liked it!

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[munsonownsmyass]

Quinn McKenna x reader

Summary: New to town, you wrinkly become friends with a sweet little boy and his handsome father.

Notes: This is my contribution for the Thirsty For Cox May challenge and our theme was "Sundress". It was supposed to be a short smutty piece, but Rory and reader had a different idea 😅

Oh, and I've given the reader a name (there's a purpose to this) and she's plus size. But besides that, there's no features mentioned.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and thanks to sweet Ericca for encouraging me in my Quinn brainrot. This is unbetaed. We die like men 🤣

Warnings: oh, there's a few. Insecure reader, plus size reader, idiota in love, kissing, unprotected sex (well, you know me), creampie, cockwarming if you squint, fluff.

Notes: 3.1K

You are quite shocked when you hear the doorbell ring. New to town, you don’t know anyone yet. Hell, you haven’t even talked to any neighbors or your new colleagues yet. Walking to the door, you expect it to be the old nice-looking lady you saw the other day, but instead you find a young boy. 

“Hello.” He says softly, his eyes barely meeting yours. He doesn’t really seem like he’s comfortable, so you wonder what might have brough him here. 

“Hi. Can I help you?” 

“My dad isn’t home, and I don’t have a key yet.” He pouts, looking down at his hands. “He was supposed to be home.” 

”Oh, well… Do you want me to call him? Or do you want to come in?” You step aside, opening the door for the boy. For a second he hesitates, looking you over, before walking forward. You can see right away he’s not like everyone else as he inspects your home. 

“What’s your name?” You try softly, closing the door behind you. 

“Rory.” His eyes scan your bookshelves, fingers dancing over some of the titles. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Rory. I’m Luna.” You walk over to see, wondering which of your books he’s taking a liking too. You have quite the collection, always loved books, and something tells you Rory might be the same. “You like reading?” 

“I like lots of things.” He reaches for a book but doesn’t take it before you gesture that it’s okay. After reading the back cover, he looks into your eyes for the first time. “Can I call my dad?” 

“Yeah, of course.” You hand over your phone and give him some space as he makes the call. You try not to listen as you get something to drink, but something tells you this isn’t the first time this has happened. Rory comes back with your phone, sitting down at the counter in the kitchen. 

“He’ll be here soon.” He vibes his nose, sniffing, more out of habit than because he’s got a runny nose, it seems. You hand him the glass of juice, before sitting down yourself. “He doesn’t do it on purpose. He’s got an important job.” 

“I get that.” You smile, taking a sip of your glass. “So… What do you want to do until he’s here?” 

He looks over to your shelves, touching his ear as he’s thinking. “A puzzle?” 

Usually, it would take you a day or two to complete a puzzle, but never before had you made one this fast. Rory is a genius little boy, scanning the pieces and placing them so fast you can barely keep up. You’re starting to recognize some traits in him, having lived with an autistic sister for your entire life. 

An hour quickly flies by, and you hear the doorbell ring. Opening the door, you’re thankful Rory is there to distract his dad so he doesn’t see your flushed face, cause frankly, you’re speechless. His dad is handsome. Scratch that, he’s gorgeous. Hot. He’s barely even looked at you, but you feel your cheeks burn. 

“I hope he wasn’t too much trouble?” He asks, flashing a gorgeous smile. You smile, feeling silly over how much he affects you. This is not good. 

“Not at all. It was fun.” You stroke Rory’s hair softly, before looking at him again and his beautiful eyes. “I love kids.” 

His eyes look to your hand, before looking into your eyes again with a smile. “Well, feel free to babysit anytime. I’m Quinn. Quinn McKenna. We live next door.” 

-

The next day while reading in your garden, you hear the unmistakable voices of Rory and Quinn. Sneaking over to the fence, you look through the cracks and see them working on something. Maybe a school project. 

“I have no idea how to do this, buddy. There’s not a whole lot of glue and paper in the army.” He grins, but the smile fades when he sees Rory’s worried expression. “Sorry, I ain’t much help.” 

“It’s okay.” Rory says, putting glue on a little cardboard figure. They sit in silence for a bit, Quinn frowning as he chews on his bottom lip, trying to cut something, but curses under his breath when it goes wrong. 

“Maybe-” he cuts a little more, ultimately cutting off what you suspect to be a head of a little figure, “Fucking hell!” He throws the stuff down, looking over towards the fence. Towards you. “Maybe Luna is good with stuff like this.” 

“I think so.” Rory replies, looking up at his dad. 

“You like her? She seemed nice.” Quinn tries, looking at his son. You shouldn’t eavesdrop, especially when they’re talking about you, but you can’t help it. 

“I do. She didn’t seem to mind that I’m weird.” 

Quinn’s smile falters a bit, his hand gently patting Rory’s back. “You’re not weird, just… different. Good different.” 

“Okay.” Rory shrugs, looking down at his diorama.  

“You want me to ask if Luna wants to help?” Quinn questions, looking towards the fence again. 

“If you want her to come over, just ask.” Rory says plainly, making both you and Quinn smile. You can’t help but notice the flush of pink on Quinn’s cheeks, as he nudges Rory’s shoulder gently. 

“Easy there, buddy. It ain’t like that.” 

“If you say so.” 

“Smart ass.” He gives Rory a kiss on the forehead, before walking towards the fence. When you realize he’s coming, you run towards your sun bed, barely sitting down and opening your book, before Quinn peaks over the fence. 

“Hey Luna.” He smiles and you swear someone has released a swarm of butterflies in your belly. He should not be allowed to look so beautiful. 

“Hi Quinn.” You smile, hoping he doesn’t hear the crack in your voice. Under any other circumstances, you’re pretty sure a guy like that would never even speak to you, so you thank all possible Gods for making him your neighbor. 

“You busy? Rory’s got this project and I ain’t very good at shit like that.” 

“Oh, and here I thought a guy like you would be dexterous.” You smile playfully, not even knowing where you mustered up the confidence from.  

“Oh, believe me, darlin’. When it counts, I’m very skilled with my hands.” He smirks, before looking back, remembering that Rory is there. “So, ehm... Dinner on us if you can help him glue some stuff?” 

“Deal.” 

With that simple request and a fantasy diorama of Quinn fighting some alien (the kid sure had a wild imagination), a beautiful friendship was born. Rory was currently living with Quinn because his mom Emily had gotten an exciting job offer in another state and didn’t want to pull Rory out of his usual environment. 

Quinn sometimes had long days, so it became normal for you to pick up Rory on your way from work and spend most of you time with him. And you didn’t mind, because besides spending time with a clever, kind boy, you got to spend time with his hot, charming father too. 

You couldn’t deny the feelings you had for Quinn, but you wouldn’t even entertain the idea that he could be interested in you. A glorified plus size nerdy nanny. Not exactly a match for a muscular and very attractive Ranger. Sure, he was flirty around you, but you got the sense that Quinn just was a natural flirt. 

Despite knowing that nothing would ever happen, your silly little heart ignored your brain and always said yes to any invitation they extended. Trips to the zoo, movie nights and museum tours. The latter was often you and Rory geeking out while Quinn watched you from behind, bored. Still, there always was a bright smile on his face as he watched you and Rory, happy that you connected. That you understood Rory when others didn’t. 

A few months had gone by and being with Rory and Quinn was almost like second nature. You were a little unit, spending more time together than apart and they made you feel happy. They felt like home. So when Rory asked if you wanted to attend this thing at his school, you of course said yes. Only problem was… What to wear? 

You were more of a hoodie and jeans kinda girl, but your coworker who knew about your deep crush on Quinn, wanted to force you into a dress. Said you had to make an effort. You just agreed and let her pick your outfit. 

The doorbell rings and you look into the mirror a final time. This would have to do. You felt weird in a dress, afraid your rolls would show, but it was pretty. When you open the door, Quinn greets you with a smile, but soon he just stares at your dress. 

“What are you wearing?” He asks in disbelief and what little confidence you had, crumbles in an instant. 

“Ehm, a colleague told me to wear it. Shit, I know I shouldn’t have. I look fat in it, don’t I?” When he doesn’t answer, you look down your body, pulling the dress down a little to cover more of your thighs. “I’m sorry. Give me a sec and I can go cha-” 

As you turn, he grabs your wrist, stopping you. “Don’t you fucking dare.” He looks you up and down and you notice the way his eyes linger at your plumb thighs and cleavage, his tongue wetting his bottom lip before his eyes once again finds yours. “You look gorgeous.” 

“I… I do?” You ask in disbelief, not even sure you heard him right.  

“Yeah, you do. Just sucks, cause now I’m gonna have to fight off all the single dads tonight.” 

“Oh, as if.” You giggle, taking a cardigan from the closet before walking out and closing the door. “Haven’t had a date in six months. That isn’t gonna change.” 

Quinn is just about to say something when Rory greets you from the car and interrupts. As you get into the car, he tells you about his newest school project and you’re thankful for the distraction. Not sure you’d want any more attention to yourself. 

Arriving at the school, you notice how they’ve turned the football field into a little fair with rides and lots of booths. Some sort of charity event in the wake of Mother’s Day to raise money for the school. You spend some time walking around, checking out the booths and Quinn used his sniper skills to win both you and Rory a teddy. 

After getting some food, Rory hands you a small gift. Surprised, not even sure what the occasion is, you take it from him with a smile. Inside is a necklace with a stone pendant. It has a rough surface, but still looks beautiful. 

“Thank you so much, Rory.” You turn it around in your hands, feeling the stone. “What kind of stone is it?” 

“Moon rock.” He smiles, looking to his dad shortly, before looking at you again. “Luna means Moon in Latin. The Moon is very important and so are you.” 

“To us.” Quinn chimes in, giving you a sweet smile. He gently takes the necklace from you, wanting to help put it on. You brush your hair away, shivering as his hands touch your bare shoulders after closing the necklace. “Perfect.” 

The rest of the evening, you keep touching the small pendant, smiling every time. You already knew they appreciated you, but this just made your heart soar. Throughout the night, you catch Quinn looking at you and even though he told you earlier you were gorgeous, there were still that little voice messing with you, saying he was staring for the wrong reasons. But you try to ignore it, not wanting your insecurities to ruin a great night. 

Back home, Rory asks if you want to tuck him in. A task you’ve done many times and one you always loved. You had meant it all those months ago when you told Quinn you loved kids. And you did love Rory. So tucking him in and reading to him had become one of your favorite things to do. 

When you leave his room, you find Quinn standing in the kitchen with a huge smile, his beautiful blue eyes looking at you. “You’re better with him than I’ve ever been.” 

“We just… Understand each other.” You say with a smile, jumping up on the counter, watching Quinn as he pulls some beers from the fridge. He hands you one, before drinking his own. His eyes fall upon you again as he licks away a drop of beer on his lips. 

“Okay, what is it?” You put the beer down on the counter. “You’ve been staring all night and I know you said I looked good, but with the way you keep looking, I fear you were just being nice, so-” 

You’re interrupted by his lips on yours. One hand snake around your waist, pulling you closer to the edge and him as he deepens the kiss. Your entire body is screaming for you to just give in but still, you push him away softly. 

“You’re kissing me?” 

“Well, not anymore.” Quinn grins, putting down his beer before moving his hand from the counter to your thigh. For a second your brain short-circuits and you can only focus on his hands on your plumb thighs, dangerously close to the hem of your dress. 

“Why are you kissing me?” You ask before you can stop yourself. You really don’t want to ruin this, but years of being insecure makes it hard for you to believe this. 

“Because I want some of your ChapStick. Why do you think I kissed you?” He says bluntly, the corners of his mouth moving into a small smile. “I like you.” 

“Hold up. You-” You look at him with a goofy smile, barely able to comprehend what he just said. “You like me?” 

“Well, I actually think I’m in love with you, but what the fuck do I know about love?” He smirks, his hand leaving your thigh to cup your cheek softly. “Do you even know the effect you have on me?” 

At that you giggle, finding it hard not to notice the way his hardening cock press against your inner thigh. “I, ehm… I think I do.” 

He leans forward, claiming your lips again, pressing himself closer to your clothed core. You moan softly, feeling the months of want pull at you. So you deepen the kiss, your fingers entangling in his hair, not ever wanting to let him go again. 

His lips leave yours, only to kiss down the column of your neck, causing you to moan out loud. Remembering Rory, you cover your mouth before giggling softly. Quinn just nibbles at your neck, smiling. “He’s a heavy sleeper.” 

You sigh as he sucks on you pulse point, hand sliding over your shoulders to pull down the straps of your dress. He pulls the fabric down further, exposing your breasts. He cups one, his mouth closing around your nipple, sucking softly. 

His free hand is caressing your thigh, pushing your dress up higher. “You’re so beautiful.” He breathes out as he lets go of your nipple, kissing you again. His hand reaches your already soaked core, pushing your panties to the side. You moan out his name as Quinn thrusts his fingers into you. 

“Fuck Quinn.” You moan, your hands running down his muscular chest, traveling all the way down to his belt, undoing it quickly. You pull his to the side, unbuttoning his pants and pull out his hard cock. As your fingers take a hold of his aching length, Quinn groans. 

“Fuck darlin’. Are you sure?” He murmurs, lining himself up against your wet entrance.  

“Please just fuck me, Quinn.” You plead, not even caring if you sound desperate.  

“Yes ma’am.” He whispers as he thrust into you. You have to cover your mouth to stop yourself from crying out, afraid you’ll wake up Rory. Quinn slowly presses in, making you sure you feel every inch off him before pulling out slowly again, teasing you.  

You wrap your legs around him, a silent plea for him to stop teasing and just fuck you. You’ve wanted him for so long, needing him and you’re done waiting. Quinn takes the hint and grabs your hips, thrusting into you again, harder and faster.  

You bite your lip, trying to hold the moan in as he hits that sweet spot inside you, bringing you closer to climax as he moves faster, spurred on by the pretty noises you make for him. Quinn buries his face in the crook of your neck, nibbing at your sensitive skin as he grinds harder against you. 

“Fuck, Quinn.” You whimper, so close to seeing stars with each drag of his cock. He whispers against your skin, praising you for how good you feel, how long he’s waited for this. You cry as you feel yourself quiver, your whole body on fire as Quinn pushes you over the edge. Desperate for his own release, he pulls you closer, unable to hold himself back as he feels your walls convulse around him. 

“Fuck darlin’, you feel so good.” he pants as he thrust one more time. Your name falls from his lips like a silent prayer as he comes hard, filling you with his cum.  

You both fall silent, the only sound filling the air is your heavy breathing. You look into Quinn’s eyes only to find him already looking at you. Pulling you in for a passionate kiss, he holds you close. You feel better than you have in a long time, hoping this is the start of something new. You sure as hell know you want to do this again. And soon. 

“I’m sorry if you felt I was moving too fast.” He pants, smiling wide before kissing you softly. “But seeing you in that dress, I just couldn’t control myself.” 

“Guess I’ll have to wear more sundresses then.” You giggle as you look into Quinn’s beautiful eyes. 

“You won’t hear me complaining. Wanna see those gorgeous thighs whenever I can.” At that you frown, still in disbelief that he’d actually want you, rolls and all. Quinn cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “I do want you. And your thunder thighs.” 

“Thunder thighs?” You snort, shaking your head. He really is something, that Quinn McKenna. 

“Yeah, heard some kids call it that. Thick thighs saves lives and all that.” He smiles, kissing you again. 

“You’re so dumb.” 

“But I’m your dumbass.” That makes you smile, leaning in to rest your head against his shoulder. He holds you close as you both come down from your high, enjoying finally being in each other’s arms. You look up at him, placing a soft kiss on his neck. 

“So… what now?” 

“My plan is to stick around and annoy you for the foreseeable future.” He looks down, kissing the tip of your nose. “How does that sound?” 

“Sounds perfect.” 

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