Mia

[moderndaymystic]

The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you

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Going to His Concert - Harry Styles

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Nothing made him more happy than seeing you out in the crowd while he performed. He loved seeing you singing along and dancing to the rhythm with a big grin on his face.

The fans also loved that you stood in the crowd. They appreciated that you wanted to live the true Harry experience and didn’t just stand off to the side lines.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to send someone with you? A security guard?” Harry asks for what feels like the thousandth time that day.

I can’t help but grin at how worried he gets over this. He loves having me out in the crowd but is always worried about something happening.

“I’ll be fine, babe.” I reassure.

Harry leans in between my legs that hang off of the counter I am sitting on. I pull him in for a tight hug. After a few minutes I pull away, knowing that he won’t be the first to let go. I rest my arms on the back of his neck.

“I’m going to go. You need to finish getting ready and I want to get settled out there.” I state.

“Alright, love.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips, “See you out there?”

“Of course.” I reply.

I leave his dressing room and go through a series of halls and doors until I make my way to the arena. Everyone is buzzing around me just waiting for my boyfriend to grace the stage with his presence.

I flash security my ID and they let me into the pit where a mass of girls are huddled. It doesn’t take long for them to notice me and they freak out.

“(Y/n)! Can I get a picture?” A redheaded girl asks me.

“Sure!” I smile and pose for the picture that her friend takes.

“Do you want to stand next to us?” The girl who takes the picture asks.

“That sounds lovely.” I smile and follow them a little bit closer to the front. I have to take a few more pictures but thankfully everyone has been fairly calm. They don’t make that big of deal of me being out here for the concert.

“What are your names?” I ask over the roar of the crowd.

“I’m Anna and she’s Olivia.” The redhead introduces.

We continue to chat for a while until the intro to the concert starts. The roar of the crowd is amazing. They’re earth shattering to listen to, I can only imagine the pride that Harry has.

The beginning of Only Angel starts and if it’s possible the crowd gets even louder. Harry makes his grand entrance and I smile looking up at him. The girls around me are either crying or bouncing off the walls.

Harry finishes out the song and moves on through a few songs. The crowd is great tonight and I can tell that he’s feeding off of it. So far he hasn’t seen me but that changes once Sweet Creature starts.

I thought he hadn’t yet seen me in the crowd but I was wrong. He points to me before he starts singing. The girls around us lose it and I can’t help but laugh at the reaction. He continues to watch me throughout the song and he grins at the blush that takes over my face.

“A lot of people know the meaning behind that song.” He pauses to meet eyes with me, “I wrote it for the love of my life, (Y/n).”

The crowd goes wild and the girls next to me wave trying to gain his attention. Other girls around me awe.

Olivia turns to me and whispers a ‘you guys are so cute’ in my ear.

“She’s here tonight and I just wanted to say thank you for always being here for me and I love you.”

To no surprise the crowd screams again. Harry gives them a few seconds to calm down before playing the next song. The concert goes way too fast in my opinion but I can’t be made in the slightest because now it just means I can go back and see him.

Harry’s last song of the night it Kiwi which seems to be a fan favorite.

“This is my favorite.” Anna smiles.

This is the song that I completely lose myself. My dancing is out of control but I wouldn’t want it any other way. It’s such an banger of a song how can you just stand there?

Harry comes back to the microphone to sing a line of the song but looks down and smiles at me when he sees me jumping around with everyone else. He cracks a beautiful grin and the song ends.

“It was so nice to meet you, (Y/n).”

“It was lovely to meet both of you!” I respond, I pull them both in for a hug, “Do you guys want to come back stage with me? Just for a bit?”

The color drains from both of their faces.

“Are you serious?” Olivia asks.

“Yeah.” I nod with with a laugh.

They follow me backstage and I flash my pass and tell security that the two girls are with me. We make it back to the common room where the band and Harry should be.

I walk in to see them all sitting around on couches and snacking on food. Harry’s back is too me and Mitch and I make eye contact. He says something to Harry and he turns to see me.

“Love, did you bring more strays?” Harry asks with a laugh.

“I can’t help it!” I shrug.

Anna and Olivia come out to say their hellos.

“Harry, this is Anna and this is Olivia. I think you guys know this is Harry.” I joke lamely.

They laugh regardless and talk to Harry for a bit and even take a few pictures. We hug them goodbye and security leads them back out. Harry goes back to his dressing room to change out of his suit and into more comfortable clothes.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Harry asks as we walk to the car to go back to the hotel.

“Do you even have to ask?” I tease. I lightly shove into his side and he grabs me and pulls me under his arm.

“I loved it. You’re such an amazing performer!” I gush.

“Thank you.” He leans in to press a kiss to my temple.

We climb into the back of the car and ride over to the hotel. We get up to our room and Harry heads straight for the shower.

I hop on the bed and pull out my phone opening up Instagram. I see lots on my feed from the concert. I’m also getting lots of mentions so I go through and like the posts I’ve been tagged in. I come across a video that I’ve been tagged in and let it play.

It’s a video of the concert and I can hear Kiwi. It shows Harry on stage and then it cuts to me in the pit dancing like a crazy person. I can’t stop laughing and me jumping around with the fans.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asks, he’s out of the shower with a towel hanging low on his hips.

I turn my phone towards him so he can see the video for himself. Harry breaks out in a laugh as well.

“I didn’t know you liked Kiwi that much.” He grins.

“I can’t help it! I was feeding off the fans.” I smile back.

“Well I love it. And I love you.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips.

“I love you, too.” I kiss him again, “I would also love it if this video disappeared.”

Little did I know that I would never live down that video. The fans loved it and it even made it to a few talk shows, which Harry loved to no end.

[nigerians]

can you do a cute harry x reader imagine while they’re in quarantine together💕☺️

Did I say I was in the mood to write mini-blurbs? Well this is ~1.5k words so maybe I’m incapable. I hope you enjoy this little take on the reader x harry together in quarantine! 

(Light mentions of smut, lots of fluff and banter)

Being trapped in a house with the same person for an uncertain amount of time might sound like a bit of a death sentence to some. You know for a fact that there are many people you wouldn’t enjoy being with, in a group, for a total of five minutes. Harry, on the other hand, you could be with at every second of every minute of every moment of every day. Is that a bit excessive? Maybe, but it’s your truth and it’s his too. 

You and Harry don’t live together officially. You rent out a small apartment approximately two and half hours from Harry’s Malibu home. As much as you’d always wish you could stay with each other, you can’t. You have a full time job in San Diego and Harry has the most unprecedented schedule you’ve ever seen. You swear he’s some sort of supernatural entity cause you know very well that if you were given an agenda similar to his in any way, you might die from exhaustion.

When the statewide quarantine was announced Harry was quick to let you know that you would be staying with him. At first you gently protested because you didn’t want to leave your roommate alone and you were a little nervous that he would grow bored of you. Obviously, you knew that likelihood of this happening was incredibly slim but that didn’t stop the subtle nudge at your insecurities.

But it’s been a few weeks and things have been going well. Actually, no. Things have been going amazing, you’ve never lived with any past significant others, especially in a setting like this, so you had no idea what to expect. Nevertheless, you were completely satisfied in more ways than one while living with your beau. 

Now you’ve just finished showering and getting dressed to stay at home and your lover is nowhere in sight. You decide to go on a little adventure through the large house to find him. You are certain that every day since you’ve arrived, you’ve found a new room you’ve never seen before. You search the halls and all the well-decorated office spaces for your boyfriend but when you don’t see him you decide to think like him.

You remember him telling you how gorgeous it’s going to be outside today so think you’ve deciphered his whereabouts. You walk downstairs and head to the french doors that open up the beautifully landscaped backyard with ocean in the background. Before opening the doors, you search through it’s windows for brown moppy curls. If you didn’t look closely, you would’ve missed him. He’s sat under one of the large palm trees with his journal and guitar, your cheeks spread into a wide grin when your eyes land on him. You admire how consumed he is in his craft, you don’t have to be close to know he’s writing. Harry never spends a moment doing nothing, he’s a creator. He is always inventing and designing and constructing. It’s beautiful, he’s beautiful.

You quietly open the doors and head towards your handsome partner, idolizing him more and more with each step closer. You thought you were being fairly hushed as you tiptoe your way barefoot through the freshly sprinkled grass, but clearly not enough because his forest-like eyes that were once focused on his journal are now looking up at you. His dimples dig into his bushy cheeks, “Hey sunshine.”

“Hi handsome,” you close the space between the two of you and kneel down next to his guitar. You take his neck into both of your palms softly scratching your nails over the hairs at his nape. Your stares are intense and you swear in that moment you swear you forget how to speak. Your heart swells just from being near him, you pull his neck to your face and press a deliciously slow kiss to his perfect pink lips. 

Once you pull away you begin to trace his charming face with your eyes, “what are you doing all alone out here, bug?”

“Just thinking, reflecting, writing…,” he responds, bringing his hands up to play with the strands of your drying hair. “Might’ve gotten some good lyrics that I’ll never ever show ya,” he teasingly pokes at your cheek with his free hand. 

“Ha ha, very funny,” you deadpan and roll your eyes when he starts to chuckle. “One day I’m gonna peak into one of those journals and see for myself.”

“You can… but I’ll have t’kill ya,” he replies, tackling you into the grass and attacking you with tickles. Ignoring all your high pitched cries of resistance. He straddles your waist and pins you against the grass so you can’t escape his pesky fingers.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding, Harry! Please, I hate it!” You squirm through your giggles in hopes that it’ll get him to stop but seems like it just eggs him on more. “Stop it, this is just mean now. You’re mean!”

“Hey, I’m not the one threatenin’ to read people’s journals ‘ere, sweetheart,” He chuckles. Harry stills his tickles and replaces his fluttering fingers with his gentle lips. He leaves little butterfly kisses all over you, taking your arms and laying them above your head and trails little pecks up their length. ”M’always gonna stop a bandit, honey. I was probably superman in anotha’ life,” Harry hovers his lips over yours and takes a deep inhale of you scent, “you smell clean.”

“I try so hard to smell better than average and you say I just smell clean? How could you?!” You turn your head away from his stretching the space between your wanting lips. “All those expensive body washes, shampoos, and lotions for what?!”

“Remember how you called me dramatic the other day?” Your boyfriend says above you. “Look who’s dramatic now.” 

He nudges at your physique beneath him. You’ve noticed that Harry really enjoys teasing you, whether it be during sex or any other time you spend together. It doesn’t bother you at all though because you enjoy returning playful torment.

“Ouch!” You sharply inhale quickly smacking your hand to your eye in agony. You grumble in fake pain and turn your head away from your lover.  

“What... what happened baby? Was it me? Are you okay darling?” Harry questions trying to remove your palms from your face to get a better look at you. In that instant, you push him off you so now he was laying in the cut grass. You advance as fast as you can so he can’t stop you from pinning him down and mirroring the position he just had you in. You sit on his waist with both of your legs on either side of him, piercing his arms above his head in the grass. “Did you just… scam me?” The expression of utter shock on his face leaves you a snickering mess. 

“Yes,” you lean down to press a kiss to his stubbly chin but he moves his head so you are left kissing a lot of grass. “Hey, stop that. I’m sorry now gimme a kiss.”

Harry looks at the pout that covers your perfectly plump lips, “I don’ kiss con-artists.” You ignore his statement and peck his cheek before he’s able to move away. 

“Gotcha,” you whisper proudly. You then decide you want to tease him further so you shove your hips into his and smirk at the lewd whine that leaves his throat.

“Oi, you're such an evil tease!” he whimpers when you grind down on his hips again; making sure to feel the poke of his bulge against your center. 

“Mhm, now kiss me,” you mumble leaning forward with puckered lips. 

Everytime your lips touch his, there is electricity. It’s this weird shock that is always unexpected even though it happens each time. Harry traces his arms up your back and then drives your middle into his. His hands continue to trail up into your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp. You sigh against his swollen mouth at the sensation and rock your hips against him again. A smile falls upon your lips when his shiny lips part at the feeling of you; his dazed eyes never leaving your face. 

The thought of a pandemic and self-quarantining is just as unsettling to you and your lover as it likely is to the rest of the world. But the fact that you are doing it together makes it a much easier pill to swallow. You don’t know what’s gonna happen tomorrow or three months from now, but what you do know is you’ll be okay because you have the love of your life and he has you. 

“I love you angel,” Harry whispers against your lip.

“‘love you more, bub.”

[emotionally-imbruised]

These Words Are My Heart and Soul

A/N: Hello, everyone. A couple days ago I posted about a concept idea that was inspired by the last scene in Season 1, Episode 7 of Gossip Girl (hence the gif above.) The episode is called Victor, Victrola… and ends with Chuck and Blair in the back of a limo as they drive home. They slowly inch closer and start making out while With Me by Sum 41 plays, and ugh what a mood.

“I forget,” you speak into your cell phone, as you walk over to the large window, and open up the curtains to allow sunlight to fill your hotel room. People bustle around the streets of New York City below, and you internally groan as you think about having to join the crowds in the upcoming hours of the day. “Did I agree to go to this thing? Because I don’t think I did, but yet here you are guilting me into going anyways.”

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Fireflies

Summary: Harry has been acting weird for a couple of weeks, but when y/n finally finds out the truth, it’s far from what she assumed.

Genre(s): fluff, a tiniest bit of angst maybe?

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning(s): Harry being a cutie patootie that he is :,)

Harry has been acting weird for a couple of weeks now and you started to get suspicious. He would come home late most of the days and keep you waiting in your bed. The other days he would mysteriously disappear in the morning. “Went out for a run.” He would tell you. What kind of run lasts for five hours?

Of course, you would never suspect him of cheating on you. He has proven his love to you over and over again, and one had to be completely oblivious of what love is, not to notice how head over heels in love he was with you.

However, the way he was acting made you overthink. You were worried for him and his well-being. All of the worst things that could happen took over your mind. Health issues, disagreements with the management, bickering within the family, and many other possible problems that he could have been facing filled your mind to the brim.

Here you were now, sitting at your kitchen table, eating dinner alone. Harry still hasn’t come home and it was already nine o’clock in the evening, when he promised to get home at six.

You trusted Harry. You really did. However, you didn’t want him to use the fact that you trust him with everything you have, to get home late for the second week in a row. You wouldn’t have been against him staying out late if he had just told you he truth.

You sat in your seat and rolled the pasta you made on a fork. All of your appetite has vanished even before you started making the food, but you still forced yourself to eat, to get your mind off of your ever wandering boyfriend.

As you started to get into your food, you heard the keys turn in the front door. No food for you today.

Your name wasn’t called like it usually is, when Harry walks into the front door. The only sound you heard was the shuffling and the clacking of keys being placed on the table in the hall.

You could tell that Harry was trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid you noticing him.

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there’s a fine line [harry styles]

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: harry’s feelings for y/n come out over a facetime call warnings: swearing, angst a/n: uh not my proudest moment but i tried… enjoy!

Being in self-isolation was hard when you lived by yourself, and Y/n was only just starting to understand why. She had kept herself busy the first couple of weeks, deciding to deep clean her bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and anywhere else that had a thin layer of dust on everything in it. But by the 3rd week, she was at a loss for things to do. 

One of her friends, Harry, was in the same boat; in his house by himself with nothing to do. He had completed the numerous puzzles that he had stashed away high in his closet and was exhausted from writing songs - surprisingly. So, he opted to speak to Y/n, who he had met back in August of 2019 through a mutual friend, through the phone and FaceTime. They grew very close, very fast, and it was almost as though they’d known each other for years. 

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the morning after [harry styles]

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: the morning after but not in a sexual way - harry and y/n are best friends, but after a party, they realise it might be more. warnings: literally nothing inspo: sweet disposition - the temper trap a/n: first harry imagine woo ahaha anyway, i hope you enjoy it even though it’s legit the same ‘best friends to lovers’ trope that i always use. 

Harry placed hot, sensual pecks on Y/n’s neck, the feeling putting her in utter euphoria. His large hands ran down her sides while his rings prompted goosebumps to gloss her skin. In Kendall Jenner’s mansion, for her 24th birthday party, Harry and Y/n danced, yet they were strictly best friends. But for the night, they had agreed to try something more. And, as Harry’s lips moved from her neck up to her cheek, he painted wonderful lies on her that would wash away with the night.

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Y/n scolded herself for not closing the blinds last night when she squinted into the morning sun. She groaned, screwing her eyes shut as she turned away from the window. Y/n then quickly turned over to see empty white sheets, he was definitely there last night. Sitting up, she brought her hand to her forehead, the pounding in her head was definitely there as well. Tears pricked her eyes as she groaned, yep, this was worse than she thought. 

As Y/n’s feet hit the plush carpet, the sound of the shower turning on caught her attention, her head throbbing as music followed the steady stream of water. She swayed as she stood, laughing to herself as she made her way to the bathroom to find her Advil. 

Y/n’s hand gripped the doorknob and she opened the door slightly, the pungent scent of Bath and Body Works hitting her in the face.

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Sirius Black Masterlist by Heloise Daphne Brightmore

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[A] Alive [0.3k words]

Sirius gets injured and regardless of his reassuring touch, you find it hard to process that he’s alright.

[U] Unbroken promise [0.9k words]

Sirius promises a breath-taking date, only to leave you waiting. When Remus arrives, your heart realises before your brain does that something might not be right.

Sirius Black one shots

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Absurd ideas [Sirius Black x Reader]

Title: Absurd ideas Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader and Remus Lupin x Own Character Word count: 4.7k Published: 12 January 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore  Notes: Not my best work, but I hope some of you will enjoy it. Summary: Sirius’ jealousy causes a misunderstanding which inevitably ends up with him getting worked up and everyone else being confused. Most of all you, when you realise he thinks he knows what you feel, but he couldn’t be farther from the truth. Bingo: [x] This is part of my Make me feel Bingo Card by @girl-next-door-writes​​

Square filled: Mutual Pinning

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You were seated in a room, rubbing your tired eyes on a bed that didn’t even belong to you. It wasn’t just any room with any bed though. You were in the male dormitory of the Gryffindor House of Hogwarts, seated in the marauder’s bedroom, specifically on Sirius Black’s bed. Just like on every full moon, you waited for the boys impatiently, to make sure that they were in one piece as they arrived back from their wild adventures.

It was about 5am when the sun started to rise. You barely slept an hour or two, waking up almost every half an hour, concern and worry taking over you with a pinch of insomnia that you were used to on a daily basis. The boys should have been back already, but they took their sweet time, making you even more anxious, than you dared to admit. You took deep breaths to calm yourself down, just as the door opened with a loud thud hitting the wall behind it.

Looking at the entrance, you saw James first, holding up a barely conscious Remus, whose arm hung off his friend’s shoulder, before you saw Sirius on his other side, helping James carrying the boy. You ran up to them and hurried them over to Remus’ bed, wanting to check on the boy as soon as you could. They placed him on his bed as gently as they could and stood back, giving you just enough space. They stood silently with hunched backs, visible dark circles under their eyes and tired expressions across their face as they watched you.

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Distant friend [Sirius Black x Reader] - Requested

Title: Distant friend Pairing: Sirius Black x Hufflepuff!Reader Word count: 3.8k Published: 20 June, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: I got this little one requested by an Anonymous reader of mine today. I hope it will not disappoint them and will be able to enjoy it similarly to how they imagined it. Thank you so much for the request, I enjoyed writing it :)  Summary: When rumours start about you and your housemate, Sirius decides to keep a distance from you, which you do not take well. Request: [x] [x]

Hi dear I love soo much your work I was thinking of something from Sirius x reader where are good friends she is the quidditch captain of Hufflepuff and everyone invites her to come out because of how cute and sweet she is that makes Sirius jealous and he believes the rumor that she kissed someone else I don’t know Something with drama End happy please please - Anonymous

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You and Sirius have been friends since second year. He loved to be around you and he didn’t shy away from showing it. He knew you never judged him for having a dysfunctional family and every time he felt like he needed to let out, you were there to support him. He thought that you were the purest person, who brought light into his life, although he never dared to admit that, not wanting people to see that he had a vulnerable side to him. That is exactly why you were just friends.

“Hey Sweetheart.” Sirius appeared behind you with a happy grin across his face, placing an arm around your shoulders.

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‘cause i don’t want you like a best friend ࿐

pairing: sirius black x reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

summary: besides your not-so-tiny crush on him, your friendship with sirius black has been entirely wonderful. that is, until, a classmate asks you out and sirius suddenly grows distant.

warnings: a few swear words, food mention, sirius and reader are oblivious idiots

author’s note: ahh hi !! this is my first time actually posting my work on tumblr. im so nervous so um please Enjoy and be gentle with me. <33

word count: 4.5k

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ANDREW GARFIELD 2020 | on the set of “tick, tick…BOOM!”

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second best- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Female!Reader

Summary: with chrissy now off to college with her boyfriend, jason, eddie turns to you and wants to begin a relationship, making you feel a certain way about being his second choice.

Warnings: angsty angst, second choice, more unrequited love(ik shocking coming from me), eddie being dumb

Request?: Yes

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: i got the most amazing request to do like a little women type of thing between chrissy, eddie, and chrissy’s sister inspired by the jo, laurie, and amy relationship and i thought it was absolutely brilliant, so here it is! also i’ve aged chrissy up to about 19 and reader is 18, while eddie is 20 :) enjoy! -sava

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The sun was shining high in the August air, the heat mixed with all the physical activity you and your family had been doing making you exhausted. Taking a break, you watch from the front porch as Chrissy and your parents close the trunk to Jason’s car, packed to the brim with her things and ready to join her on her college journey. Jason talks with your parents a bit as you watch Chrissy begin to cry. You weren’t ready to not have your big sister in your life every day, hours away cheering from some collegiate team as she pretends to study for a future career. You knew your sister, but maybe college would be different. Regardless, it was still a sad day for the Cunningham household.

Jason and Chrissy applied to the same colleges, and he had head up weeks ago to bond with his basketball teammates and sign the lease agreement on their apartment, that way your parents wouldn’t have to make the journey with Chrissy on the road to go help set things up. Their plan was to fly out tomorrow to help the both of them unpack the rest of their things and get them as settled as possible before coming back home to you. You didn’t want to go if you were going to be honest, saving yourself some pain if you just say goodbye now. Plus, you wanted your parents to be able to spend some time with their first born and favorite child before she left the nest.

Chrissy starts walking up to you and you rise to your feet, looking down as she meets you on the porch of your childhood home. She nudges you in the stomach and you look up at her, tears in her eyes with her mascara running a bit. You feel your lip quivering and quickly pull her into a hug, your grip on her strong and crying into her shoulder as she does the same.

“I’m gonna miss you, you know,” you tell her. She pulls back from your hug and wipes her nose and tears on her sleeve, flashing you a smile.

“I’m gonna miss you too. You can come visit anytime you want, we’ll have a spare room and a couch,” she tells you. You smile at her and she wraps her arm around your shoulder as you head towards Jason’s car. Down the road, you hear the booming of loud music carry down your street, the all familiar van that belonged to Eddie Munson, the town outcast…the man who stole your heart.

You’ve had a crush on Eddie for the longest time, ever since your freshman year at Hawkins High. He was a junior and led the Hellfire club, which was never your particular interest but you thought about joining it to get closer to the metalhead. You found yourself attending his gigs at the Hideout every Tuesday, cheering on his band from the very small crowd. The feelings you felt towards him were deep, always smiling in his presence and adoring his little quirks and his eccentric theatrics. 

The only problem with being in love with the Eddie Munson was that he did not reciprocate your feelings. His eyes were set on another member of the Cunningham family. Your sister, Chrissy.

He let it slip to you one night when you two were quite drunk that he’s had a thing for Chrissy since middle school, adoring her tooth-filled smile and strawberry blonde ponytail, being able to spot her from a mile away and always lighting up when she walked in the room. To say it hurt was an understatement, as you’ve always been compared to your sister in every aspect of your life. You both had struggled with your weight as children, with Chrissy being able to lose it faster than you did, and boy did she make that known to you.

You weren’t a cheerleader like Chrissy, settling for joining the newspaper, debate club, and Hellfire rather than trying to force yourself into the jock crowd like your sister. Sure, they would try to let you in and welcome you to the best of their abilities if you chose to go that route in your high school career, but you decided the life of academia mixed with fun was more your speed. AP classes, state-wide competitions, hell, you thought about running for class president, but decided against it when Nancy Wheeler offered you the spot as lead editor for the school paper. But that achievement was overshadowed when you walked through the door after Chrissy beat you home, announcing her full-ride cheer scholarship to an amazing school hours away.

The love you felt for Chrissy was real, truly. You both would spend a lot of time with one another when you weren’t focussed on your extra circulars and personal lives. But there would always be that small part of you that would never be able to truly be separate from her. Both your parents comparing you to her, and you expected it more than ever as you enter your senior year. 

With a slam of his van door, Eddie walks out with a small box in his hand, a smile smeared on his face as he approaches the two of you.

“Well hello Cunninghams,” he greets you. Blushing, you wave at him and break away from Chrissy, going in for the first hug. The cigarette smell and cheap beer linger on him from the night before, soothing your nerves a bit with his signature Eddie scent. You pull back and go closer to Chrissy, trying to continue the facade of keeping your feelings to yourself and yourself only. You watch as he turns to Chrissy, his smile widening as they go in for a hug.

“I got you something,” Eddie tells her, holding out his arm. Her eyes brighten and she takes the box. 

“What is it?” She asks.

“It’s a surprise, so don’t open it around anyone, okay? Especially that dickhead of a boy-“

“You want something, freak?” You turn and see Jason standing there a few feet away. Eddie backs up a few steps, not wanting to start anything.

“Relax Jason, you know we’re friends,” Chrissy tells him, walking closer to him and wrapping her arms around his torso. You were never a fan of Jason, your feelings for Eddie aside. He was rude to everyone who was different from him, except you, only because you’re related to his girlfriend. Chrissy was protective of you and he knew that, so he always put on his best behavior in front of you and your parents. But you saw the way he treated the rest of the Hellfire members at school and basically anyone who wasn’t a jock or sort-of popular. It made your blood boil having to interact with this two-face prick, but you knew Chrissy really liked him for some reason, so swallowing your pride for the sake of her happiness was something you could manage. 

Watching Chrissy place Eddie’s gift in the car, you turn to him and nudge him in the stomach, pulling him back from whatever reality he fixated on as he stared at Chrissy. He looks down at you and smiles, using your shoulder to prop himself up. The height difference between the two of you killed you every time, and he made sure to poke fun at it any chance he got.

“Are we still on for tomorrow, movie night at your place?” You ask him.

“Of course sweetheart. I’m running to Family Video to pick up the goods later, and to talk to Harrington about something.”

“Good. Not sure how I feel about staying home late at night alone since Mom and Dad will be up with Chrissy. They’ve never left me alone before,” you explain to him.

“Well you’re 18 now, so that just means they trust you more. Plus with your sister with you a majority of the time, you’ve never really had to stay by yourself,” he tells you, offering some reassurance. 

“That’s true I suppose. Guess it’s something I’m going to have to start getting used to.”

You look up at him and your eyes make contact for a brief moment, allowing the air working its way out to hitch in your throat. Those big brown eyes were always a weakness of yours, it was your favorite quality about him, other than his nurturing side.

“We should probably get going, Chris,” Jason says loud enough for everyone to hear. You break away from Eddie and watch as Chrissy makes her rounds of goodbye between some friends that had been there already and you and your family. You give her a squeeze and feel your tears brim your eyes once more. Pulling away, she makes her way to Eddie, a sad expression on his face as his towering figure envelops her in a hug. Your smile twitches for a moment, seeing how sad Eddie was to say goodbye, still not having told her how he really felt, but also because of all the emotions you knew he was bottling up inside continued to make the hopes of ever being with him grow less and less.

Hoping in the passenger seat, Chrissy turns and waves at everyone as Jason starts the car, rolling down the road of your neighborhood and driving off into the distance, off to start their newest chapter. With a sigh, you turn back to Eddie, who still has a mopey look on his face.

“I should probably get going myself. Promised Henderson I’d hang out with him today at the arcade,” he tells you, his hands digging into the front pockets of his ripped up black jeans as he relaxes his shoulders. You flash him a small smile, internally basking in how good he looked when he seemed a bit more relaxed.

“Okay Eds, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You ask. He simply nods and scurries off to his van, starting the engine and the booming sound of Metallica flooding your street. You wave at him as he speeds off, waiting to wipe the smile off your face until after you’ve spun around and close the front door of your house behind you.

Knocking on the door to his trailer, you swing back and forth on the tips of your converse covered toes, swinging the six pack you picked up on the way a bit, but not too much. You were wearing a knee length black dress with long flowing sleeves, wanting to feel a bit pretty during your errands you ran earlier after dropping your parents off at the airport. Picking up some groceries for the days you’d be alone, running the Family Video to say hi to Steve and Robin and pick a movie to watch, in case Eddie picked something you ended up not liking, and a few more places around town, you thought why not look good doing so? 

The noise of tumbling around from inside Eddie’s trailer concerns you a bit, before being met face to face with your favorite metalhead as he swung open the door. His hair was disheveled and a bottle of beer rested in his hands.

“Welcome back to my castle,” he slightly slurs out, his form scooting slightly to make room for you to pass through the threshold. 

“Looks like you started without me,” you say, taking in his surroundings. A few empty beer bottles were scattered around his kitchen and living room and papers were thrown around everywhere. 

“If it helps, some are from last night,” he hiccups, carefully working his way back to the couch and plopping himself down. You let out a small sigh, placing your six pack down and grabbing a bottle for yourself after fishing out a few of the movies you rented earlier.

“I know you went to Family Video yesterday, but I brought back up movies just in case,” you tell him, waving around the tapes and placing them on the coffee table, seating yourself next to him. You watch him run his hand through his hair as his face scrunches.

“Oh nooo. I forgot to go, I’m sorry Y/N,” he whines out. You chuckle and place your hand on his knee for reassurance. 

“Relax, Eds. That’s why I always come prepared,” you say, rising from your spot. You go through the tapes and pick one, crouching by his television set and popping it into the VCR.

“You’re the best, you know that? Like the best best, ever,” he lets out, his voice all happy and cheerful, making you laugh to yourself. Turning back, you sit back down and pop open your beer and bringing the glass bottle to your lips as you chug some of the malty concoction. 

About two hours into your movie night, the two of you just put in your second film and you were one and a half bottles of beer in, while Eddie was working on finishing his third since you’ve been there. He had a buzz for sure, but he has a high tolerance, but in regards for alcohol and weed. Your head rests against his very broad shoulder, as it usually does when you’ve been drinking during your movie nights.

Beneath you, you feel Eddie shift a bit, turning to look his way and seeing his eyes on you, face mere inches from yours. You give him a small smile and turn your attention back to the movie, before feeling his ring clad fingers brush against the warmth of your cheek, turning your head back to him. You watch his eyes move from your own down to your lips, slowly inching closer to you until his lips were latched to yours. Your inebriated was causing you to just sit there, allowing his lips to move against yours. The alcohol was strong on his breath, but his lips were soft and now tasted like your cherry lip gloss. You felt like you couldn’t process what was happening for a moment.

Until you felt Eddie lean further into the kiss, his actions becoming a bit rougher and more intense. That’s when it hit you that this was actually happening. 

“Eddie, what the hell?” You ask, pulling away from him as you scoot away from him on the couch. The buzz you were feeling moments before quickly dissipates as you look to Eddie with confusion written across your features. His face scrunches in confusion, matching your own as he leans up on his elbows to look at you.

“What do you mean? I was kissing you. You know what that is, right?” He asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes, silly. I just…where’s this coming from?” You ask.

“Why does it matter? Can’t I just kiss you?” He leans towards you again, but you put your hand out against his chest to stop him.

“Stop, please. I’m just confused. You’ve always had a thing for Chrissy,” you explain, your heart banging against your chest. Sure, you have dreamed about this situation countless times, but never did you think it’d happen so out of the blue. Where was this coming from?

“Well she’s gone with Jason, so what does that matter?” He huffs out, his arms slinging up as he speaks. You could feel your heart slowing cracking at the sight of him so upset at the mention of your sister. He still liked her, it was totally obvious. Some small part of you was beginning to think he never would stop. So why was he trying to kiss you?

“I know, but-“

“Look, do you not want this, Y/N? I’m putting myself out there and you’re just dodging around it,” he asks, turning his entire body towards you to gauge a reaction from you. Playing with your hands in your lap, your eyes make friends with the couch beneath you, not wanting to look up and see Eddie’s disappointed look.

“You don’t get it,” you whisper.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.”

“I said you don’t get it,” you tell him louder, rising off the couch and walking a few feet away from him, beginning to pace around his living room. “I have been second best to Chrissy my entire life. I’m not a good enough daughter, not a good enough popular student, hell there’s a lot more. So you sitting here and trying to get with me after years of pining after Chrissy is physically hurting me Eddie. I’m not going to be the girl you settle for because you can’t have her,” you explain to him, your arms failing about as you try to get through to him. His face is emotionless as you speak, the gears turning in his head trying to form a coherent thought due to his drunken state.

“It hurts even more knowing that I’ve been in love with you for years,” you let out softly. 

“Wait what?” He whispers, standing on his own feet and trying to come closer to you. You take a few steps back, not knowing if you could trust yourself if you got too close to Eddie. You were vulnerable and putting your heart on the line, plus you have alcohol in your system, causing all inhibitions sober you would normaly have go flying out the window.

“Don’t act like you’ve never noticed the way I’ve look at you. I’m sure the Hellfire boys will know exactly what I’m talking about. Hell, I feel like I’m so bad at hiding my true feelings about you that even Chrissy herself knows!” you scream. You didn’t know what you were saying, the words just pouring from your lips as you spoke.

“Chrissy, I mean Y/N shit. Please let’s just sit down and-“

Are you fucking serious? You scoff at the mention of your sister’s name, your heart dropping into your stomach as you turn from him, swallowing the sob that so badly wanted to escape pass your lips.

“You know what? I don’t think I want to be here right now. I need some time away from you Eddie, I can’t talk or even think about this anymore right now,” you tell him, gathering your things and stuffing them in the small bag you carried with you. 

“You were the one who said you didn’t want to be alone tonight,” Eddie points out. He had a point, but you couldn’t have seen this happening tonight, so given the circumstances, you’d overcome that barrier sooner rather than later. You continue gathering your things, ejected the movie from the VCR and shoving it in your bag then slinging it over your shoulder.

“I think I’ll manage,” you spit out, your voice filled with venom. You see Eddie frown out of the corner of your eye, fighting the urge to lunge at you and hold you tight in his arms in an attempt to keep you from leaving. But even he knew you were hard headed and stubborn, having your mind made up and not thinking otherwise. 

“Y-you’ve been drinking, Y/N, you can’t drive like this, I won’t let you,” he says, moving slightly closer to you. He runs his fingers through his hair hurriedly, brushing his bangs back as a sign that he was getting overwhelmingly nervous. You turn back to look at him, the tears in your eyes on the brink of falling.

“Then I’ll walk. Goodbye Eddie,” you say, taking a few steps towards the door and passing through it while slamming it behind you in one fell swoop, leaving Eddie stunned by your confession and your actions. What the hell just happened? 

i hope y’all enjoyed! comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[indouloureux]

Haiii!!! I love all ur fics! I had this fic thought in mind for a while and I think it would be the cutest thing. What if Joseph is just a complete simp for Y/n, like head over heals. Like this man will not pass up the opportunity to talk about her and he’s just so in love (AND SHE IS TOO BECAUSE JOSEPH IS ONE DELICIOUS MAN)

god i LIVE to see joseph become such a simp (kind of a gender neutral!reader)

last joseph blurb until i post mcu!peter <3

"hi,"

his voice is quipped and high and happy, head peaking through the door of your shared bedroom. you put the brush down on the table, whipping your head to look at him with a small smile. "hello,"

"what are you doing?" joseph sounds like a small child, cute and curious about everything. he comes out from behind the door to approach you and place his hands on your hips, fingers toying with the waistline of your jeans.

"combing my hair?" your laugh is confused. "y'alright, joe?"

"yeah!" he sighs, smiling down at you with a smile so bright and innocent it clenches your heart silly. joseph's hands go up and down your waist, thumbs rubbing your ribcage. "yeah. y' just look so pretty today,"

you squint your eyes at him, playful. "just today?"

he then fully wraps his arms around your middle and pushes you against him until he couldn't, kissing you everywhere but your lips as he paints his hot mouth on your cheeks and forehead. "today," a kiss to your nose, "yesterday," on the space between your eyebrows, "tomorrow," the dimple on your cheek. "forever."

he feels the heat beneath his lips when it rises to your cheeks. joseph spares you the impatience and presses his mouth to yours, his scent evading you like a blanket on a cold night. "hm, when will you ever stop being flirty?"

"never," he shakes his head at you. your hand comes up to mess with the mop of curls on his hair, and no words can be expressed how adorable he looks in a place of comfort where he's relaxed. "even when i die, i'd flirt with you every time."

he takes his arm and wraps it around your neck, allowing yourself to kiss his exposed bicep and clasp your hand around his forearm. but the other roams up to push the hair out of your face and nestles his palm on your cheek until you feel like you'll melt under his heating touch.

"'d i tell you how much i love you today?" he murmurs, even though you're the only one in this room; even though you feel like you're the only people in the world falling in love each day.

"just this morning," you rest your head on his arm. "and before breakfast. and after breakfast. and when i was brushing my teeth, and when we were watching tv, and when i was doing the dishes, and when you were smoking out in the balcony."

"hm, you ever get sick of it?" his question bears what is hidden fear, unearthing his nightly worries. but you reassure him.

"what? hearing you express how much of a sap you are for me? never." you smile at him. "i like hearing you tell me that you love me."

"yeah?" a smile so exquisite and proud that tugs on your heartstrings, joseph looks like he'd won the most precious prize of all.

"yeah," you push the lone curl off his forehead. "yeah. i do. i love you."

joseph blushes, kisses you again hot on the mouth. "i love you."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[supergmbstuff]

me reading Eddie Munson fics while I wait for someone to write something about Joseph Quinn x reader

someone? pls <3

[m7nson]

TW - mention of food

In an interview Joseph said one of his favorite 80s song is Head Over Heels by Tears for fears so imagine making him dance with you with that song just imagine how domestic that would be.

"come onnn, cooking can wait! I know you love this song!" You exclaimed pulling him to the living room and dancing with him.

He chuckled dancing with you putting his hands on your waist. "Your gonna burn our dinner!" You laughed "dinner can wait five minutes, enjoy you time and dance with me!" You said trying to twirl him. "Something happens and I'm head over heE- AH!" He picked you up

You screamed as he laughed and trowing you on the couch and him getting on top of you.

"I love you!" He said cupping your face.

"I love you too.."

I want this so badly :(