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hi b i missed you! hope you've been well 🫶🏻

hi honey!! i missed you tooo!!!!!!

i’ve been so good!! been writing here and there and waiting for reqs!!! ive missed this place so much

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Divorced in Paris - Harry Styles

In which Harry invites Y/N on a date and they have no idea what they're in for.

i'veeee misssedddd youuuu!!!!!!!

it’s long and angsty and fluffy and AGHHH i love it so much

**fem pronouns!

requests are open!

part one! it’s important to read this first!

The plane descends with a shaky landing and parks at the gate, none of the jolting waking Y/N up. Harry stands up and stretches his arms over his head, sitting back down and pulling down the divider. 

He bites his lip softly as he debates waking Y/N. He knew how much she hated it but the doors were opening soon and he wasn’t leaving her here. He drags his finger along Y/N’s eyebrows and down her nose gently, how he used to wake her up so she wasn’t startled awake.  

“Peach, we’ve landed.” His voice is low and Y/N takes a deep breath through her nose as she stirs. Harry pulls back but still watches his ex-wife, making sure she actually wakes up. 

“Oh my God my body is tired,” Y/N huffs and sits straight up, putting her hair up in a ponytail. “Although I do remember the jet lag being worse when I flew with you during tour. Late night partying to being jet lagged is not for the weak.”  Harry chuckles and grabs his bag from the overhead bin, waiting for Y/N to grab hers before they both get off the plane.

Y/N would be lying if this didn’t feel a bit awkward, but she’d also be lying if she said he didn’t enjoy being around Harry again. On the way to baggage claim, her and Harry chatted about what the two had done since they split. 

“You’re a big time movie star,” Y/N begins when they stand in front of the luggage belt. “‘Don’t Worry Darling’ was phenomenal.”

Harry’s head whips to Y/N with a furrowed brow. “You..” his eyes look at her in disbelief. “You saw my movie?”

Y/N shrugs without looking at her ex-husband. “Of course I did. Sure, it hurt to look at you and to see your girlfriend in real life in the movie but I was still proud. You deserved it, H. You did a fantastic job.”

He bows his head as he knew Olivia would come up sooner rather than later. “Peach-”

“No, really,” Yn turns to Harry, looking in his beautiful emerald eyes. “I’m okay. We’d been divorced two years, you had every right to have a girlfriend.” Her eyes fall to his tattooed bicep where her birth flower lays. “It took me a long time to be okay with you dating. Not like I had a right to be not okay.”

Harry shakes his head. “You’d have every right for the rest of your life. I know I do.” Y/N’s eyes meet his again. “I hate seeing articles you’re out with guys. They could all be friends but knowing they’re touching your skin, smelling your perfume..” Harry steps closer to grab her hand but the buzzer sounds and the pair jumps. “I’ll grab your bags, Peach.”

Y/N gives him a small smile and lets out a breath as he walks away. Her body shivers as the same feelings rush over her once more and she tries to shake them. Y/N watches Harry pull her bags next to his, rolling them over and missing his in doing so. “Damn it.”

Y/N can’t help but giggle. “You did that on our honeymoon too.” They share a laugh and when it dies, the look they share sends the room into silence. Y/N’s ears are muffled as her eyes take in every single detail of his face. She holds her fingers back from pushing through his hair and kissing him with how much she’s missed him. 

The buzzer sounds again and Y/N wants to smash it to bits. Harry turns again and waits for his bags, tapping his fingers on his biceps when he crosses his arms. As he watches the small number of bags move on by, he can’t help but think of Y/N. He thought they could be friends, but Harry knew his heart still belonged to her and there was no way he could look at her without wanting to kiss her. 

Y/N rolls her few bags next to Harry and stands next to him. He drops his arms and feels their fingers brush against one another. They don’t look at each other, but instead push their fingers to connect. They stand like that for a few minutes until Harry’s bags arrive on the belt. 

Y/N and Harry grab the bags and get a rental car, one big enough to fit their 4 bags each. “We aren’t staying at the same hotel, shouldn’t I get my own car?” Y/N asks. 

“I, erm, I booked the hotel room next to mine if you wanted it.” Harry looks at Y/N cautiously. “If not, I can cancel it. If you say yes, I’ll pay for the room you booked.” Y/N looks at Harry for a few seconds before being unable to bite her smile back and nod her head. 

“Yes.” She shakes her head as she can’t believe she’s doing all of this with her ex-husband. “And you’re not paying for my hotel.” Harry gives her a look that makes her back down from arguing. If he said he’ll pay for it, he’s going to pay for it, it was always that way in their relationship. 

They get in their vintage rental car and on the way to Harry’s hotel, Y/N cancels her hotel and there is a fee. Harry pulls out his card and hands it to her and she looks at him. “I told you, I’m making you cancel it so I’m paying.” He shrugs and she tries to tell him the price but he waves her off. She puts in his card and hands it back with a grateful “Thank you.” 

The drive is a bit awkward, so Y/N turns on the radio and the two start to jam. Music always brought the two together and it was like no time passed between them. They duetted perfectly and use each other’s hands as microphones, laughing. 

“Can you grab my bag, please, darling?” Harry asks and Y/N’s stomach jumps at the nickname, nodding and grabbing it behind his seat. He stops at the red light and pulls out his camera, putting his bag back and taking a picture of Y/N. 

“Hey! I have wind hair!” She shields her face but Harry already got the photo.

“That’s when you’re the most beautiful, when you think you aren’t.” He smiles and she takes the camera, taking a picture of him. She takes the sunglasses from his shirt pocket and slides them on her own face, taking a picture of herself. 

“I love these glasses.” Y/N looks in the rear view mirror and fixes her hair, which is no use because the wind just messes it up again. 

“The camera won’t pick up the yellow in them, it’s a black and white film camera.” Harry explains and she pouts a bit, putting the camera down and taking a few pictures of herself on her phone to get the yellow, sneakily taking pictures of Harry driving. 

Y/N posts about the car ride, but doesn’t turn the camera to show who was driving. She locks her phone and leans her head back, a smile on her face. A loud screeching sound pops her head up, furrowing her eyebrows as she looks at the hood. Y/N looks at Harry who shrugs and she laughs. 

“That wasn’t the best noise,” She says and Harry smiles. “GPS says we’re almost there. Should we just keep driving because I need to stretch my body on a bed.” Harry nods in agreement. Thankfully the noise doesn’t happen again and the pair arrives at the hotel, where they don’t have to worry about their luggage with the help of hotel staff. Y/N picked up a bit of French after going on tour so much, so she was able to ask some questions and talk to the employees with their luggage. 

They drop off each piece of Y/N’s luggage nicely in her beautiful room and she makes sure to tip every employee that helped, Harry also tipping them. She thanks them and closes her door, taking in her big room. The bed was massive with big windows next to it where you could see the Eiffel Tower. She opens the doors to her balcony and takes a deep breath, releasing it with a big smile on her face. 

Doors open next to her and Harry walks out on his balcony. He’s within arms reach and Y/N walks to the railing next to his. “This is beautiful, Harry,” She sighs and runs her fingers along the flowers lining the railing. “Thank you again.” 

“Anything for you, Peach.” He says softly and Y/N squeezes her eyes shut. 

“What are we doing, Harry?” She asks and looks at Harry, who looks like he’s been stabbed. “Are we going to have some romance meant for books here in Paris then go home and act like strangers again? Don’t you have a girlfriend? I can’t let my feelings..” Y/N closes her eyes and sighs. 

“I came to Paris because I don’t have a girlfriend. That woman..” He shakes his head. “We weren’t meant to be. She wasn’t my muse.” Harry leans against his railings. “I would like to have a very nice time here with you and then when we’re home, take your time. I will stay away as far as you need until you’re ready to bring me closer. I know there’s more cameras there, so it’s up to you.” 

Her eyes dart back and forth between his, nodding. “Okay, Harry. What’s first on our agenda?”

-

They take their car for a little ride, Harry telling Y/N nothing about his plans until she could see it. He pulls into a parking spot and Y/N hops out excitedly, seeing it from afar. “Oh, Harry!”

“We never got the chance to explore when I toured, and I know you’ve always wanted to come to the Louvre.” He blushes proudly and Y/N can’t help but wrap her arms around his neck. 

“Thank you, thank you!” Y/N squeals and Harry kisses her head. 

“Come on, Peach. We’ll walk a bit closer and I’ll take your photo next to it.” She nods excitedly and holds his hand as they walk in the warm Summer weather. They get close enough and Harry gets on a knee to get the perfect photo of Y/N. 

Y/N takes one of him and giggles at his smile, the smile that greeted her every time she saw him. The one she fell in love with. 

“Should we take one together?” She suggests and Harry nods almost too eagerly. He crouches down to put his chin on her shoulder, the same soft, content smile on their faces. 

They start their adventure in the art museum, and Y/N was nearly silent the whole time. She took in every color, every stroke, this was everything she’s been wanting to see. Harry, however, hardly noticed any detail of the art. If she were to quiz him on her details, he could answer in a heartbeat. 

Harry knew she was feeling what he was feeling too, he just didn’t know when or where it would be okay to talk about it. He knew the both of them would get emotional and he couldn’t do it in a public setting. 

“Harry?” Her voice takes him out of his daze and he looks at Y/N. “I’m ready when you are.” 

“Alright, it’s nearly 2:30. I have plans at 5 that lead into plans at 6, and it’s something nice so I want to give you time to get ready.” Y/N nods and takes his hand again, leading him to the exit. 

“I’m really happy we’re here together. It’s not like we have any bad turmoil but it’s nice to work out the awkwardness with you.” Y/N says to him and Harry squeezes her hand. 

“I don’t feel awkward at all anymore. The car was a bit awkward but now..” He kisses the back of it. “I feel pretty great.”

-

4:30 rolls around and Harry knocks on Y/N’s door. She swings it open and Harry has to hold himself back from tackling her with a kiss. 

“You look ravishing, darling. Are you ready for our date?” Harry winks and she laughs, holding his bicep and closing her door behind her. 

“Where are we going?”

“You know I’m not telling you.” He looks over at Y/N and has to look away quickly. He watches their legs move together as they head to the lobby, Harry opening the doors with a very exaggerated bow every time just to hear her soft laugh. 

The drive wasn’t long, and they were soon by a river and Y/N once again knew exactly where they were. “You’ve got to be kidding, Harry!” She laughs in disbelief as he offers a hand when he opens her door. 

Y/N grabs his hand and doesn’t let go as they head over to the boat softly rocking. He hops on first and grabs her waist, picking Y/N up to put her on the boat. Harry’s large hand sprawls along her back, looking at her and smiling. 

“And it’s the perfect sunset time,” He smiles, rubbing her exposed back with his thumb and the two take a seat.

Music fills the air and the sun starts to bleed into the water. Y/N’s eyes are everywhere, taking in every piece of scenery her eyes can see. Harry follows what she looks at to occasionally sneak some glances. He pulls out his camera and takes a picture of her when she doesn’t notice. When she does, he asks her to smile and gets a picture that melts his entire being. 

“Can we take a picture on my phone?” Harry asks and Y/N looks at him with a bright smile. 

“I would love to.” They take a few pictures in the sunset then with it behind them, her head on his shoulder and him kissing her head. He puts his phone away and looks at her once more before grabbing her hand and letting her pull it into her lap. 

Soon, the boat ride is over and Harry once again hops off first to extend his hand and helps Y/N off the boat where she takes his arm as he leads the way once more. 

It wasn’t a restaurant, but a private dinner with the Eiffel Tower just a bit away. Y/N couldn’t believe it. It was everything she had ever dreamed of, especially with Harry. 

But her smile dropped a bit as it really sunk it. He wasn’t her husband and is now doing all of her dreams in Paris. He wasn’t her husband and they’re acting like they’ve never left each other’s side. 

“Y/N?” 

She shakes her head. He calls her name again and she starts to cry. “Why couldn’t you have done this when we were married?” She sobs, shaking her head. Harry walks over and holds her elbows and Y/N can’t control her cries. “I’m grateful, but fuck!” She sobs. Harry doesn’t know what to say, because she was right. He has nothing to reply with that would make sense. None of it made sense. “I’ve missed you so much and this day is fucking with my head.” 

Harry’s fingers trickle along her elbow, running down her arms and holding her hands, staring at her digits and rubbing his thumb over where her wedding ring laid. 

“Divorcing you was the worst mistake of my life.” Harry’s voice is quiet and Y/N looks at him, but he still looks down. “I thought I was making the right choice, for you and me. So you could find someone to give you that dream, so I could follow mine,” Harry sniffles, looking at Y/N. “And while the career I have is my dream, I realized the dream isn’t complete without you in it.”

The world seems to stop. The leaves stop dancing when the wind comes to a halt, the birds stop to sing. Y/N’s heartbeat is in her ears as she starts to cry again. The words she’s been wishing to hear, now sounding like a symphony. 

Y/N reaches her hands up to hold his face, wiping his tears as more cover her cheeks. “I’ve missed you so much, Harry,” She cries. Harry returns her gestures and rests his fingers on the side of her neck, palms on her jawline while he wipes her tears. His fingers trail down to her shoulders and down to her waist, sliding his arms around her waist. 

“I’ve missed everything,” his hands rest on her back and he pulls her tight to his body, YN’s hand on his chest with her fingers gripping his shirt. “Inside and out,” Harry presses their foreheads together, brushing their noses, “about you, my sweet Peach.” Y/N chuckles softly with a sob, more tears falling as she pulls him in for a kiss. Her shoulders roll forward and Harry digs his fingers into her skin, trying to pull her even closer. Their lips move so perfectly together, little gasps escape the corners of their mouths as they’re desperate for air, but yearning for one another's lips. 

Eventually, Harry remembers the dinner and pulls away, Y/N leaning forward and fluttering her eyes open. They smile in each other’s mouths, kissing quickly before dropping their hands to hold. “Shall we dine?” 

The night ended with Harry and Y/N getting very wine drunk, taking very blurry but a few good pictures of the shimmering Eiffel Tower, crying again and getting into a soft argument, then taking a cab back to the hotel to sleep in Harry’s bed. 

Metal clanking and curse worse mixed with a pounding headache wakes Y/N up, squinting her eyes to see Harry fumbling with room service food covers. “Good morning, Peach. I ordered breakfast because I’m sure you feel how I feel right now, I hope these are still your hangover favorites.” 

He pulls up the covers and the smell of the different breakfast foods hits Y/N’s nose and she crawls over to the edge of the bed. A fresh pot of coffee, pancakes, hash browns, scrambled eggs for her, and sunny side up eggs for Harry to put on his toast. 

“Absolutely, oh my goodness, thank you so much, H.” She leans over to kiss his cheek, and he turns his head to get a real one. He sits next to her on the bed and plates her food first, filling it with a pancake and the rest of the sides, handing her the butter and maple syrup with jams for her toast. She digs into her hash brown first, closing her eyes and enjoying every bite until she finishes. 

“I will always love hash browns. These are my favorite breakfast foods.” Y/N looks at Harry who kisses her softly. 

“I will always love you, Peach,” Harry hums and Y/N’s cheeks turn pink. “Will you marry me.. again?” 

Y/N shakes her head. “Not right now. We need to learn each other again, we’ve been apart for 2 years, that’s a lot of changes.” Y/N grabs his hands and kisses his nose. “But I will marry you again in the future, yes.”

Harry pulls her on his lap, kissing her passionately. “I’m so glad I booked this solo trip,” He mumbles against her lips and Y/N laughs, pushing his chest playfully. 

The trip extends from 2 weeks to a month and a half, from Paris to Greece. When they got to Greece, they didn’t care who knew anymore. They were posting each other subtly in photos but everyone immediately knew as their stories matched. Texts and calls came in and they both turned their phones off, enjoying the vacation from everyone’s opinions. 

They didn’t leave any stone unturned, talking through things they felt during the divorce and after and what they felt wasn’t best in the relationship. They got into arguments that they talked through instead of ignoring it like the last time, and it made things so much more easier. They wished they were smarter back then, but they were young and dumb. 

Y/N and Harry didn’t regret taking the trip, and Y/N didn’t once regret saying yes to his extra hotel room, even though she never used it. They enjoyed each other’s company, laying on the beach or in bed or in the hot tub. On their last day in Greece, Harry asked Y/N to be his girlfriend again and she happily agreed and the two headed back to the states and played out how to deal with friends and the media when they got home. 

After they finish talking, Y/N heads to sleep and Harry starts to write a new song inspired by the most beautiful trip he just went on, still not believing he was lucky enough to fall in love with his wife all over again.

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requests are open!

eeeeek!!!

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No literally 😭

And Shield era photos of Roman just do something to me, the hair, the not full beard (idk what to call it lol) and the start of his sleeve 🤤 that man is so fine and he knows it and when he’s angry?? Take that shit out on me PLEASE

stubble i think??? longer than stubble??? idk LMAOOO

you know he’d take out his frustrations on you but he’d talk so sweetly. the way he fucks is the complete opposite way of how he speak to you

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I wanna see the promo Roman was cutting on his way out Friday night 👀 I’ve seen clips of it on TikTok but you can’t hear him. You can tell that man is absolutely livid

Also I’m sorry for all the asks, I have a lot of thoughts and none of my friends like WWE 😭

omg omg no no i don't mind at all!!! i'm so happy to have asks again, please spam away!!

roman is on another level of fine and i'd love to be in the middle of all 3 of them

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Jey calling Jimmy by his government name trying to get to him absolutely broke my heart 😭 Jey is about to crash tf out at Mania and I’m ready for it

What do you think the favor Heyman owes Punk is if it’s not MainEventing Mania?

I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING gunther has no idea what's coming

i honestly have no idea, but it must be pretty bad because roman's face DROPPED when Punk mentioned it. cm punk has me giggling and kicking my FEET

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The 27th!

Also what did you think of today’s RAW? Crazy stuff lol

genuinely cried when jimmy was bleeding and laying in front of jey, and jey softly touches jimmy’s head WAHHHH I CRIEDDDDD😭😭

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I just celebrated my 24th on Thursday! Happy belated birthday ❤️

on the 20th or 27th?! mine was the 20th!!! happy birthday babe!!

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Girl yes PLEASE 😭 who are your favorites??

I’m a huge Cody Rhodes fan, but I have such a soft spot for Roman, that beautiful man has been through hell and back. I also really like Rollins, Punk and the Usos 😂

I’m so glad you’re back! 🫶🏻

okay so you named all my favs AHAHAHHAHA i’ve been writing a Punk fic so it’s quite literal date you slid in here

OMG OMG IM SO EXCITED if you have ideas PLEASE lmk i will work ASAP

glad to be back!!!! i just celebrated my 23rd bday and i’ve just missed writing so much. i’ve been doing it for a few months now in a journal physically and ive missed writing on here so much

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Wait I’ve missed you 😭

Are you a sports fan by any chance?

I’ve recently become obsessed with the WWE but it’s so hard to find good fics for the Superstars & you’ve always been one of the best of the best

IVE MISSED YOU MY BABY KMG OMG ITS SO NICE TO SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN

hEY SO ARE WE THE SAME??? CAN YOU SEE ME??? IM WATCHING RAW RN. i recently got into WWE again and holy FUCK am i thirsty. these WRESTLERS

if you’re gonna ask if i’ll write some, you bet your sweet ass i’ll write anything you request of them🤭🤭

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requests are open!

eeeeek!!!

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Yes! I'd be so down if you wrote for smosh!

omg yesss!!! i’ve been thinking in my head so be on the lookout!!🫣

also this is my first ask in many moons and it makes me nostalgic. i missed getting these so much😭

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what if i started writing for smosh

specifically ian and shayne

i’ve been crushing hard and they’ve inspired me to write again (and character.ai)

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finally writing a part 2 to this!

Airplane - Harry Styles

In which Harry and Yn have been divorced for a while, but they both booked a trip to Paris at the same time and are sat directly next to each other.

idk if i love or hate this. i wrote this on goodnotes w a prompt i got from google in non fanfic form turn fanfic form. so enjoy or hate it idk

**fem pronouns

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Yn sighed contently as she sat in the First Class seat, a pod directly next to her on the left. She took in her surroundings a bit before bending down to grab her phone, iPad, and anything else she needs as the long plane ride begins, not realizing the person sitting next to her was entering the pod.

Harry just saw the back of her head as he put his bag on the floor, running his fingers through his hair and putting his other bag in the overhead bin. Yn sat up and Harry’s eyes widen with his stomach swarming with butterflies and his mouth went dry. Yn slides her headphones over her head, doing a double take and dropping the headphones around her neck as she looks up at her ex husband.

“Oh my God, Harry, hi.” Yn smiles, standing up and the two hug over the barrier. “You’re heading to Paris?”

“Uh.. yeah. Just.. need to clear my head.” He nods. Yn can’t help but scan her eyes over him. It had been 2 years since the divorce and nearly 18 months since they’ve last seen each other, so they both took their time checking one another out subtly.

“Well, I’ll leave you to your head clearing. Enjoy your trip, H.” Yn smiles and sits in her seat putting her headphones on. Harry sat in his seat and smiles, grabbing all the things he needed for the beginning of the plane ride. Once in the air and it was allowed, Harry opened his laptop to work on some music.

Yn got up to put her sweater on and couldn’t help but peek over at Harry who worked intently on his laptop. Yn sat down and bit her lip, pulling down the divider and Harry pulled a headphone off his ear.

“I’m sorry to bother you, and I have no business as your ex-wife to ask, but can I please listen to what you’re working on?” Yn bit her lip softly and Harry smiles, sliding his headphones off and hand them to her.

“Of course, Peach. You have all the business asking, you’re my number one fan.” Harry winks and she blushes, sliding his headphones on. “I’ll pick something for you.” He took a minute scrolling before taking a deep breath and hitting play. Music filled the headphones and Yn sits back with a smile, but her smile doesn’t last for long as she list. He’s singing about being the love of his life and not knowing what is lost until you find it. Tears streamed and the song stopped.

“Really good.” Yn compliments as she wipes her cheeks and Harry shifts in his seat.

“It’s.. not finished. “I have others to play.” Yn nods with a sniffle.

Harry loved watching her reaction to the songs, especially since most were about her.

“These are beautiful, Harry. You have such an amazing talent.” Yn boasts and it was Harry’s turn to blush.

“You’re my muse so it just naturally flows out of me.” Harry looks at his laptop and the two fell silent. Yn looks at the plane screen and saw they have 10 hours. “Why did we divorce?” Harry asked.

“Well.. I wanted to start a family,” Yn looks at Harry then back at the time they have left. “And you wanted to focus on your career.” Harry’s lips fell into a thin line. “We talked about having kids. We were gonna have 2, maybe 3. Buy a big house, one with a pool and a big backyard for them to play together. I had so many ideas.” Yn smiles to herself, her eyes going blurry from tears once again. She looks down at her hands, flexing her fingers in and out slowly.

“Yn..” Harry starts but she cuts him off.

“No, really, I’m okay. I’ve had a while to get over you. Maybe I’m not there but I’m getting damn near close. Besides, I don’t blame you for choosing your career, look what’s happened. I’m so happy I didn’t hold you back from it.” Yn put the divider back up and headed to the bathroom, taking a few deep breaths.

Harry sat in his seat, staring at the light blue divider. A few people looked over and he just clenched his jaw. He knew he was wrong, he know he broke the marriage. It was his fault.

Yn looks at herself and takes a deep breath before doing her skincare and brushing her teeth. When she left the bathroom the cabin lights were dimmed, meaning people were heading to bed. Yn quietly heads back to her pod and accidentally made eye contact with Harry who quickly looked back at his computer before she sat down.

Yn opens her phone and sees 20 text messages from Harry. His demos. She smiles widely and hearted every single one. Yn brought the divider down once more, Harry already looking at her.

“Thank you Harry.” She grins and he nods.

“Go on a date with me.” Harry blurts and it catches Yn off guard.

“Harry, what? We-”

“What? We’re both going to Paris, it’s perfect. We can see the Eiffel Tower after dinner or get lunch then go to an art museum.” Yn blinks a few times and looks at Harry. “Go on a date with me, Yn.” Yn tries to bite back a smile.

“Yes, Harry. Yes, I will go on a date with you. In Paris.” She giggles and he slaps a hand over his heart.

“Beautiful. Don’t worry about anything, I will take care of everything.” Yn nods with a chuckle. “Sweet dreams, Peach.”

“Goodnight H.” Yn slowly put up the divider and put on her headphones, playing Harry’s demos as she slept while Harry got to planning.

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day 31, sex pollen

peeta mellark x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, dubcon, unprotected sex, fuck or die, semi-public sex, slight dirty talk, reader gets sad at the end, multiple orgasms, dedicated to @omgbrcat hope you enjoy it bestie kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You didn’t think you’d ever run so fast and wildly in your life. Well, except for last year when you were fighting for your life and running away from everything that was trying to kill you. 

Peeta was a few steps behind you, slower and stumbling a bit due to his prosthetic leg. You threw a glance over your shoulder every few seconds, just to make sure he was still there with you. 

The various leaves and foliage of the jungle hit you as you ran. You hardly even notice as the foliage shifts from a  normal lush green to unnatural shades of pinks, purples, and blues. You did notice, however, when one of the plants shoots a dusty substance directly in your face as you run past it. 

You lost your footing as you attempted to wipe the dust off your face. Peeta came up beside you, arms outstretched and ready to pick you up. 

“Don’t!” you shouted as you slowly stood, slightly relieved that your face didn’t immediately burn off. “I don’t want it to affect you, whatever it is.”

Your ears strained as you tried to discern if the mutts were still on your tail. 

“Do you hear them?” Peeta questioned, echoing your thoughts. “Y’know since you have a Capitol-engineered ear and all.”  

You huffed out a laugh as you listened. You couldn’t hear the familiar rustle of leaves, and you relaxed slightly. You knew never to get too comfortable in the arena, but your lungs were burning and you needed to get this stuff off your face. 

“Do you still have the spile?” you asked, attempting to avoid the way your body felt like it was on fire and your heart was pounding in your chest. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, as he began to hammer it into the trunk of a nearby tree. You prayed that the trees wouldn’t be as hazardous as whatever was covering your face. You watched as he stuck a finger under the liquid flowing out of the spile, checking to make sure it was safe. 

He wrapped his hand around your elbow and it felt like fire bloomed under his touch. He was gentle as always as he guided your face under the water. You dragged your hands over your face as you washed off the dusty substance that had covered it. You attempted to rid yourself of the inferno burning under your skin. 

Your cheeks flushed as you pulled away from the stream of water. Peeta’s touch was fleeting but your entire body ached for him. It was a strange feeling, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. 

Your heartbeat pounded in your chest with every shaky breath you took. You hunched over, attempting to calm yourself. A thin sheen of sweat begins to cover your skin, and your eyebrows furrowed in something akin to pain. 

You heard Peeta call your name, but the only thing you could get out was a whimper. He was on you within seconds, gripping your shoulders and shaking you slightly. You scrambled out of his touch, thinking clearly enough to know that you needed to get away from him. 

“What’s wrong?” he questioned, voice desperate and eyes frantically searching over your form. You hurriedly crawled away from him. 

You shook your head, as you pressed your back against a tree. “I— I don’t know. I feel hot,” you breathed, conflicted between clenching your thighs together and spreading them for him. 

 Peeta kneeled in front of you, eyes soft, “How can I help?” 

You remembered before you’d entered your first Games together how he didn’t want the Game to change him. You were thankful that he was still the same sweet boy you entered the arena with. He was different in some ways, of course. No one left the arena unscathed, but who he was at his core was unwavering. 

Your vision was becoming hazy, and a dull ache where you’d never felt it before emerged. You let out a low groan as the heat blistering down to your bones becomes almost unbearable.

Peeta crawled between your legs and cupped your face. You hissed at his touch, leaning into him. You gripped onto his sides, nails digging into the soft flesh through his suit. His touch felt heavenly against your skin, a ravenous hunger for more filled you to the very brim.

“Touch me,” you whimpered out, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “Please, Peeta.”

He swiped a thumb across your cheek, and your grip on his tightened. You tugged him closer, your limbs seeming to move on their own. You made a small, strangled sound in the back of your throat. 

Peeta’s lips were hesitant against yours as he kissed you. He was always so gentle with you, never wanting to cross a line. You moaned against him, and swiped your tongue across his bottom lip, desperate to taste him. 

You wrapped your arms around his back and clawed at the zipper to his suit, tugging it down as much as you could. He sucked in a breath as you yanked his suit off of his shoulders, practically manhandling him. You were giving the Capitol exactly what they wanted, but you didn’t care. 

The ache deep between your legs was growing with every moment, and your body temperature rose along with it. Your kisses increased in desperation until you were pleading against Peeta’s lips and writhing against him. 

“It’s okay,” Peeta soothed, reaching behind you to unzip your suit. “I’ll help, it’s okay.” 

You hurriedly peeled your suit off your shoulders, letting out a sigh as Peeta’s fingers trailed over the newly exposed skin. Your cheeks flushed as he leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses against the column of your neck and your chest. 

You ran your hands over the smooth expanse of his chest, the feeling doing little to quell the electricity crackling under your skin. His tongue circled your nipple, eliciting a breathy whine from you. 

You raked your hands through the hair at the nape of his tugged and tugged on the strands. A groan vibrated in his throat, and his hands splayed against your ribcage. 

“Peeta,” you whined as he kneaded your other breast and you clenched your thighs around him. 

You couldn’t stand not having him for a second longer and you hooked your arms under his, gripping him tightly as you rolled to the side. You landed on top of him, straddling him. You panted as you finally got a good look at him. His eyes were half-lidded and he was flushed and breathing heavily. His pupils were blown wide as he looked up at you. 

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, “Is it getting to you, too?” 

He nodded, attempting to steady his breathing. You stood and shimmied out of your suit, tossing it to the side. You leaned down to hook your fingers into the waistband of Peeta’s suit and looked up at him through your lashes. The quick dip of his head was all you needed, and you were practically ripping his suit off of him. It wasn’t the first time you’d taken off Peeta’s pants, but you flushed all the same. You were too focused on saving his life last time to worry about being embarrassed. 

You were back on him faster than your hazy mind could process, your hips moving on their own accord as you ground against his thigh. His length pressed against your belly, warm and unbelievably hard, as you dragged your hips against him. 

You reached down and stroked him in time with each rut of your hips. He let out a mix between a whimper and a sigh as you did. Your movements quickened, and you buried your face in the crook of Peeta’s neck. With each twist of your wrist around his cock, he was letting out noises that had heat pooling in your belly. His tip was leaking, and you loved the sound he made when you ran your thumb over it. 

Peeta’s fingertips dug into the plush of your hips so hard you didn’t doubt that he’d leave bruises. The animalistic part of you that had taken control wanted him to mark you in every way possible. Your slick had begun to cover Peeta’s thigh, allowing you to easily grind against him.

Your strokes became more erratic as your pace against Peeta’s cock increased. You both were so wound tight you might burst. You’d never been so aware of your pulse pounding in your ears, and you came with a strangled cry. Tears coated your cheeks as warmth encased your entire being and you spasmed against Peeta. You had a moment of respite as you thought the plant’s effects had subsided, but the drive to ravish him returned with a vengeance. 

He followed you off the precipice soon after you calmed down, back arched and head thrown back as his release covered your knuckles. The fog that surrounded your head cleared just enough for you to realize just how pretty Peeta looked like this. If you were going to die, you didn’t think you’d get a better view. 

Your pace slowed but Peeta was still hard in your hand. The boiling heat still lingered under your skin, and your pulse quickened. You wondered if that was the Capitol’s goal; to make you so fucked out you succumb to exhaustion or burn you from the inside out. 

Peeta looked utterly exhausted and a coil of guilt settled in the pit of your stomach. 

“Just one more, please,” you begged, trailing kisses down his neck. He nodded against you, and you could’ve cried from the relief that washed over you.

You lifted your hips and aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance, gasping at the sensation. Peeta’s hips bucked up unconsciously, shoving himself deeper inside you. A pained hiss left you, and Peeta cried out a thousand apologies, his iron grip returning to your hips once more. 

“I’m sorry. You’re just— Fuck… So— tight,” he babbled out, brown eyes glazing over. You pressed a featherlight kiss against his cheek, thoughts too consumed with his cock inside you to reassure him properly. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, sighing when your hips were finally flush. Peeta had his eyes screwed shut, gritting his jaw in thinly veiled restraint. 

Your hands settled on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips against his. Peeta rested his head against the tree as you rode him, releasing little pants and moans with every thrust of your hips. 

With each moment that passed your movements became more erratic, desperate to reach your peak once again. Peeta’s hands frantically roamed your body, grasping and kneading whatever inch of skin he could reach. 

He reached a hand between the two of you and drew hurried circles around your clit. He lifted his hips to meet yours, jutting himself deeper inside you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled your ears, and you prayed you were the only ones trapped in this portion of the arena. 

It took no time for your release to hit you, practically knocking the wind out of you as you clenched around Peeta’s cock. Your vision went hazy, and for a moment you feared you’d pass out. 

Peeta finished with a few more rolls of your hips against his. He filled you to the brim, his release hot and steady coated your walls. 

Your vision cleared as you came down from your high. The fire within you had finally dissipated, and you breathed a sigh of relief. You felt exhaustion consume you as you slumped against Peeta. 

“I’m sorry,” you slurred out, clinging onto Peeta like your life depended on it. Your face screwed up and you felt your throat tightening. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” he rushed out, running his hands over your body, attempting to soothe you as quiet sobs wracked your body. Your last thought before drowsiness overtook you was of how much you didn’t deserve Peeta Mellark. 

Your heart pounded as you awoke, adrenaline spiking as you heard someone calling your name. You jumped to your feet, eyes frantically searching your surroundings. Your movements caused Peeta to stir and his eyes shot open, the same panic gracing his features. 

You tugged on your suit, grimacing at the dried cum that covered your inner thighs. You tossed Peeta his suit and pulled him to his feet. You didn’t know how long you’d been out, and the thought turned your stomach. Someone could’ve easily come along and killed you both. 

You grabbed your weapon while Peeta removed the spile from the tree. 

“Let’s just hope our sponsors enjoyed the show,” you joked, immediately cringing as soon as the words left your mouth. 

The corners of Peeta’s mouth quirked up, “I’m sure they did.”

[avenging-fandoms]

do yall ever think about the jaw dropping fics that are probably sitting collecting dust in someone’s drafts rn.

[avenging-fandoms]

just a non friendly reminder: fuck donald trump and an extra fuck you to his maga cunt cultists.