#1d requests

[yourimagines]

What he likes about you fluff

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: That you love his family, you love his mom and his mom loves you. Your also very gentle and quiet just like him

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: He loves your legs, they way you wrapped them around him when you cuddle him, he loves to lay his hands on them, just touching your warm skin.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: He likes to be the big spoon but he loves it when you just cuddle him when he's sitting on the sofa or on his chair behind his computer.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Staying at home, playing video games together.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He doesn't, he mostly keep them to himself, sometimes they slip up and you just hold him, telling him it okay.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: Yes, he loves to start a family with you, he loves to have children with you and getting a dog or cat.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: He gives spoils you silently, you come home and there are flowers in a vase or some new shoes you love.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: He hold your hands when he's anxious, squeezing your hands a little bit, checking that your still here with him.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: He will get anxious, pacing around and calling his mom for support. He hates it tho.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: He likes to joke around, he likes to play around when you guys are playing some video games, distracting you.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Soft but deeply on your lips. He also places a lot of kisses on the top of your head an hands.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: He remembers the small things you like or do, he sees everything and makes sure your always okay. He also makes sure his mom will cook some food for you because he knows you love her food.

M = Memory, favorite memory together: Having a game night for the first time together. The laughs and the fun that night was the best you guys ever had. Playing around and just being yourself with him.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Leaving him, losing you, you being hurt, hating him. just everything, he hates his anxiety.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He's secretly a nerd in video games, he has a steam deck and he always carries it with him.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Darling and babe.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: At home, playing video games or just go our for a walk close by.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: Tortoise by Frankie Stew and Harvey Gunn. When you hear this song, your mind wanders off to him. You need him and he needs you, you miss him when your not with him and life is not the same without him.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tries to be open with you but sometimes his anxiety is in his way, he wants a good communication but needs some help sometimes as he cover up his emotions a lot.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: It took awhile, he thought you didn't liked him till a friend of him told him otherwise, he asked you out by text message and asked you later if you wanted to be his.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: He thinks it's because of him, he freaks out and gets upset as well, when he knows it not him he stays quiet, thinking how he can fix it.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He's proud that you like his family, that you like to game with him and that you support him

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: He wouldn't like it but would support you, he would defend you

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows when sometime up, he knows everything as he sees everything.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: Some where private but anywhere what you like and say yes to him

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: Knowing you there, holding your hands, listing to music and playing video games. he also calms down when he's alone.

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harry styles - 2022 (a baby on set) 🍼

hiii, @tpwkmadeline has trusted me enough to give life to one of her requests and here it is <3 I hope I made this bot the way Madeline would have made it. Enjoy it 💌.

[harrys-wifeyy]

Hey darlings!

Omg I’m so grateful because I was lucky enough to have miss @tpwkmadeline send me on of her bots!

I know it’s probably not going to be as good as hers, but I tried my best. And I liked how it turned out so hopefully you all do!<3

Madeline is one of my biggest inspirations for my bots. So I may have fan girl whiled writing this🥹

2013 - “right where you left me”

[tpwkwriter]

could u please do where the reader falls asleep on his lap and harry finds it adorable and takes a picture of her and doesnt move so she doesnt wake up but when she finally does harry kisses her and says how beautiful she is and shows her the picture he put as a new lockscreen :D

~Personal pillow~

Awweeee this concept❤️ thank you so much! Sorry this has taken a while a lot has been going on lately, thank for all of your patience🫶🏼

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It had been a long week, one of them weeks were waking up was hard enough, one of them weeks were working days were long and hard, Friday was a godsend.

Harry leaned back on there shared sofa, his legs outstretched on the ottoman adjacent to him, his eyes glued to the Tv mounted on the wall, which was showing some 90s romcom.

It was a Friday evening, y/n’s return from work was nearing, Friday evening was the one of the couple’s favourite evenings, an evening full of cuddles, takeout, and a random show which they’d end up binging the whole weekend.

Knowing y/n has had a crappy week, he made sure her favourite candles were lit, there shared home was tidy and her favourite drinks and snacks were stocked in the fridge. He was thoughtful like that.

It was nearing 6pm and there was 0 sign of his loves return, Harry normally understood the girl had to work late sometimes, but it never stopped him from thoughts circling his mind, he reaches for his phone checking the notifications and still nothing, just as he clicks to his messages, he hears the familiar keys enter the lock.

Even after a long day at work she still managed to look like the prettiest girl to walk the Earth. She walked in bag on shoulder eyes sleepy and hair slightly frizzy but she still managed to glow.

“Y alright darling?” He calmly asked, forgetting his phone to the side.

“Mmhmm” she hummed, toeing off her shoes and hanging her jacket and bag up and remembering to toss her keys in the bowl so she didn’t forget them.

Harry could read y/n and vice versa, Harry knew that sometimes y/n could be just be quiet that never meant she was mad or upset, sometimes she just enjoyed listening over speaking and that was okay.

“Tea love?” He offered.

“Please H” she faintly smiled.

Harry was quick to his feet, before he got to the kitchen he pressed a sweet kiss to the girls rosey lips to which she happily fell in.

“Go get comfy, n I’ll sort dinner” he hummed in-between pecks.

Y/n got upstairs and stripped out of her work clothes and comfortably changed into Harry’s green packers hoodie which was a perfect oversized fit, and her white pyjama shorts, before moving she took a moment to take in the scent of the hoodie which still smelled like her lover. Home. Is all she could think about.

The smell of brewed tea and fresh linen candles practically lulled her dow the stairs.

She saw Harry back in his original position on the sofa, she didn’t hesitate to curl up next to him with the warm mug of tea.

“Thank you for this bubs” she mewled leaning her head on his arm by his side.

“N’worries love” he contently sighed at the feel of her touch and presence.

“Anything in particular y’want for dinner?” He asked pulling up his phone with his free hand.

“Usual” she softly hummed.

“N’problem lovie”

Once they have had dinner, and cleared up y/n’s energy levels had really ran low.

Without another word, y/n adjusted her position and laid her head on his lap, her legs were a perfect fit on the rest of the sofa allowing her a great deal of space.

Harry didn’t question or query he accommodated her and her comfort.

His left hand instinctively went to her hair and softly played with and combed through her locks.

His eyes glanced down at her to check she was okay.

“Y’okay angel? Haven’t heard much from ya tonight” he gently asked leaning his head down pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Mmhmm, just sleepy, s’been a long week” she softly smiled using her right arm to caress his cheek.

“Y’can relax now sweet girl” he whispered.

His eyes go back to the Tv screen in-front of them within 15 minutes of time passing and Harry’s fingers running through her hair it wasn’t long until the girl was killed into a slumber.

Soft snores and sighs were occasionally heard from the girl on his lap.

His heart couldn’t help but melt, he now felt obliged to stay still and let the girl rest peacefully.

Seeing her so vulnerable and so peaceful made something click into him, yes they shared a bed every night and had seen each other sleep a million times, but there was something about his girl using him as a pillow which just made his heart burst.

He was in awe.

Luckily his phone was in arms reach, ‘Lock Screen opportunity’ he thought to himself, he opened the camera app on his phone and happily took a few photos of the girl.

“As if I couldn’t love you anymore” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose.

A few moments of f pure bliss passed until a faint noise appeared from the sleep girl.

Her eyes began to flutter open.

“Y’wanna get into bed?” He softly asked, hovering above her rosey lips.

“Mmhmm” she sleepily hummed.

“Can y’stay with me though” she quietly asked.

“Of course I will lovie” he answered

“Carry me please?” She pleaded, the idea of having to move annoyed her at that moment.

“Whatever y’say darlin” he smirks.

He gently moves out of y/n’s touch and gently placed her head back on the sofa replacing his lap which earns a small whine from his girl.

One forearm goes under the girls knees as the other under her shoulders using his shoulder to support her head on.

She hums in contentness, the feeling of him just being there.

He presses a kiss on the top of her head before carefully plopping her down on her side of the bed and covering her with there shared duvet.

As H places his phone into the charging lead his phone screen flashes a new image that is his lock screen.

“Baby, lemme see y’phone again” she softly laughs.

Catching on to what she was saying, “oh this” he faintly chuckles showing her the screens background.

The image shows the girls face peacefully sleeping on his lap, her eyelashes almost touching her cheek, her lips rosey and almost in a pout, her cheeks a perfect blush colour with no single indent. Even in these moments she was just beautiful.

“Harryyyyyyy” she playfully dragged, blushing once again.

“Y’look so perfect on m’lap like tha” he replied, placing his free arm over the sleepy girls shoulder.

“Mmm, I love you” he mumbled into her cheek before pressing a sweet kiss there.

“I love you too, even if take pictures of my most vulnerable moments” she smiled into his touch.

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[pariswithzouis]

I made a new harry bot :)

You’re his celebrity rival, and the both of you had just found out that you both will need to collaborate.

I used the prompts that @tpwkmadeline does/use. So big big shout out to them for sharing! Thank you so much!

This may be my favourite bot I ever made so I hope you guys love it<3

[itscoucouharry]

Can you write a fic about Louis and reader getting into an argument because they have to go out in public and she maybe feels she doesn’t look the best and Louis is just trying to be encouraging but she kinda snaps at him? Maybe she feels bad about it knowing he was just trying to help and it’s angsty to fluffy?

More Than Enough- Anon request

Thanks anon for the inspo:,)))

My masterlist is here :,)

You had been standing in front of the mirror for what felt like hours, tugging at the fabric of your dress, adjusting it in every way you could think of, trying to make it fit perfectly. But no matter how many times you pulled, smoothed, or shifted, you still couldn’t get it to look the way you imagined it would when you bought it.

It wasn’t the dress—the dress was fine. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter how good it looked, it didn’t change how you felt about yourself. You didn’t feel like you belonged in it. You didn’t feel like you belonged anywhere outside of your own room, where no one could judge you.

Tonight was supposed to be simple. Just a dinner with Louis and some of his closest friends and family—Zayn, Niall, Lottie and Lewis, and of course, Mia. You should’ve been excited. Dinner, a chance to get out, show off the look he’d picked out for you. But the idea of being in public, around people who seemed to constantly be watching him, made your stomach churn.

Louis made it look so easy. He was used to the attention, used to the paparazzi, used to being in the public eye. But you? You hated it. Every moment felt like you were being scrutinized, judged for being in the same space as him. You weren’t the kind of person who would get noticed in a crowd unless it was for all the wrong reasons. And Mia… well, you knew how she felt about you.

You let out a frustrated sigh and stepped away from the mirror, turning to face Louis. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you intently. He’d been patient as you fussed over the dress for what felt like an eternity, offering compliments, reassuring you every time you mentioned feeling insecure. But you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling the weight of every single flaw you saw.

“You look fuckin’ beautiful, love,” he said, his voice calm and gentle as he stood up and walked toward you.

You shook your head. “You have to say that. It’s your job to make me feel better.”

Louis let out a small laugh, a light smile dancing on his lips. “Nah, love. I say it ‘cause it’s true.” He came up behind you and placed his hands gently on your waist, his touch warm and comforting. “I wouldn’t tell you that if I didn’t mean it.”

You shifted slightly, trying to look at yourself again in the mirror. You didn’t feel beautiful. You didn’t feel anything close to that. You hated the way the dress hugged your body, the way you felt too big for it.

“Louis, can you just stop?” you snapped, pulling away from him, frustration bubbling to the surface.

His brows furrowed slightly. “What’s wrong?” His voice was gentle, but you could hear the confusion there, the concern.

“You don’t get it,” you muttered, turning away. “You don’t know what it’s like to feel like… this. To feel like nothing fits, like everyone’s going to be staring and judging me. Like I’m just not good enough for any of this.”

His expression softened, and he took a step toward you, but you held your hand up. “Please, just… don’t. I can’t do this tonight. I don’t want to go.”

Louis stood still for a moment, the quiet tension between you growing, before he sighed and shook his head. “Love, I—”

But you couldn’t hold it in anymore. All the insecurities you’d been hiding boiled over, and you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended.

“Louis, you don’t understand. No one like me gets to be with someone like you,” you said, your voice trembling as you spoke. “No one looks at me the way they look at you, and I’m just so sick of it. Mia doesn’t get it either. She thinks I don’t belong with you.”

Louis’s eyes widened slightly, confusion flashing across his face. “What are you talking about? Mia?”

“Yeah,” you said bitterly, turning to face him, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “Mia. She thinks I’m some… joke. She talks about me like I’m nothing, like I’m not good enough for you.”

Louis’s face darkened slightly, the confusion replaced by something else—something close to anger. But you weren’t finished.

“I heard her, Louis,” you continued, your voice quieter now. “I heard her talking to one of her friends a few weeks ago at that bar. She was going on about how you could ‘do better,’ how I’m ‘not your type.’”

Louis stood frozen, clearly taken aback, his mouth opening and closing as if he didn’t know how to respond.

“I’ve heard her say it before,” you added, your eyes filling with unshed tears. “She’s made me feel like I don’t belong. Like I’m just some… thing you settled for. And you didn’t even say anything.”

Louis’s jaw tightened, his eyes still locked on yours, but his lips pressed into a thin line. “You know I don’t see her like that. I don’t care about what she says.”

“But you didn’t even defend me,” you said, your voice breaking now. “I don’t know if you even care that she treats me like that.”

“I do care,” he said sharply, taking a step toward you. “I just didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to think she was talking about you like that. She’s supposed to be my mate, and I… I didn’t think she’d be that cruel.”

You shook your head, the ache in your chest growing with every word. “You didn’t think she’d be cruel? Louis, she was cruel. And you’re just letting her get away with it.”

His face softened, the frustration melting into guilt. “I’m sorry, love,” he said quietly, his voice low and sincere. “I should’ve seen it sooner.”

You looked away, biting your lip to hold back a sob. “I just don’t know if I can do this tonight,” you whispered. “I don’t think I can be around her, around all of them, and just pretend everything’s fine. I feel like everyone’s staring at me, waiting for me to mess up.”

Louis’s expression turned serious, but before he could respond, you both heard a voice from the living room, cutting through the air, sharp and unmistakable.

“Are ya fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

You froze.

Louis’s jaw tightened immediately. You could see the shift in his body language—the anger flaring up in an instant. He turned his head toward the door, his eyes narrowing.

“Mia,” he muttered, almost under his breath, his voice low and dangerous. “I swear to God, if she’s talking shit again—”

He didn’t finish the sentence before storming out of the room, and without a second thought, you followed him, your heart pounding in your chest. You reached the doorway just in time to see Louis standing in front of Mia, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Shut the fuck up, Mia,” Louis snarled, his voice cold and dangerous. “I’ve heard enough of your mouth.”

Mia blinked, her expression momentarily caught off guard. She was standing with her back to you, laughing at something one of the girls had said, but when Louis spoke, she stiffened, her face dropping into an unreadable expression.

“What’s your problem, Louis?” Mia scoffed, putting on an act like she wasn’t fazed.

“No, no. You’ve been talkin’ behind my back for too long, and I’m done lettin’ you get away with it,” Louis snapped, his voice rising, eyes burning with fury. “You think you can make my girl feel like shit, talk down to her, and I’m just supposed to let it slide?”

Mia’s face faltered, and she opened her mouth, but Louis didn’t give her a chance to speak. “You’re not welcome here anymore, Mia. I don’t care if you’re my mate. You can keep your nasty opinions to yourself or get the fuck out of my life. Your choice.”

The room fell silent. Mia’s face went pale as she looked between Louis and you, realizing for the first time that he wasn’t backing down.

Louis stepped closer to her, his voice low but unmistakable. “I’m not gonna let anyone treat her like that. Not you, not anyone. You’ve got no right to make her feel less than. You’re done. I’m done with you.”

Mia didn’t speak, didn’t try to argue. She just stood there for a moment, stunned, before slowly turning on her heel and walking out without another word. The door slammed behind her, and all you could hear was the sound of your own breathing, heavy and erratic.

Louis didn’t say anything at first. He stood there for a moment, his back to you, fists still clenched, his shoulders rising and falling with the remnants of his anger.

But then he turned around, his gaze softer, but still full of determination. “You good?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, I… I’m good.”

Louis stepped forward, his arms pulling you into him gently. “I’m sorry, love,” he whispered. “I should’ve done something sooner. Should’ve made it clear that no one gets to talk about you like that.”

You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace settle the panic in your chest. “I just… I didn’t think you’d ever stand up for me.”

Louis pulled back slightly, holding your face in his hands. “Don’t ever think that,” he murmured, his thumb brushing across your cheek. “I’ve always had your back. Always will.”

You breathed a little easier then, the weight lifting from your shoulders, feeling the quiet comfort of his words and presence. Maybe Mia had been cruel, but Louis had just shown you exactly how much he cared. And that was all you needed.

[sweetcreaturekatie]

tattoo artistrry!

[niallsgoldhoop]

despise

a niall horan one shot - the show famous niall almost three thousand words cw - sexual acts, sexual language, name calling, foul language, 18+

“So what’d you do to piss her off this time?”

Standing next to the small set of metal stairs, I can’t help but smile as I look to my left. “Oh you know— Decided to wear this and that instead of what I was scheduled to wear.”

“It’s no wonder she can’t stand you.” Shaking his head, he chuckles. “See you out there, mate.”

Without another word, I watch as he makes his way up the small stairs and gets settled in place, the rest of my band doing the same as we get prepared to give the crowd a show to remember.

Looking down at my shoes, I can’t help but let out a small laugh.

What I was supposed to wear and what I decided to wear are two different things.

It’s like if I listen closely I can already hear Reed Foster cursing under her breath, my name falling from those raspberry lips about how much she can’t stand me.

Ever since I met her there has been that electric buzz of tension between the two of us. To this day I’m still not sure what makes her despise me like she does, but I don’t really care. However that doesn’t mean I don’t try and mess with her any chance that I get.

Irritating her is like a game— One that I always win.

As I listen to the crowd on the other side of the curtain and the music starts to play, my feet carry me up the stairs and my hands pull the old and weathered cream colored guitar over my head before checking to make sure my earpieces are fitting correctly.

Taking my place, a flash of movement draws my attention to the side of the stage that I just came from, stealing my attention away for just a second.

“You are the absolute worst, Horan.”

Crossing her arms over her supple chest, Reed stares me down like she wants to murder me. Just the fire in her eyes sends heat flooding through my body.

She may hate me, but I can feel the heat in her gaze when she thinks that I don’t notice.

Just like she doesn’t know that it’s her face I see when I’m alone and need a release.

A secret for a secret, you could say.

For weeks I’ve been getting under her skin and just waiting for the moment it boils over— waiting for what it brings out of her.

Waiting for her to play.

So with a mischievous grin, I look over to her and wink, gaining an eye roll in the process. “Right back at ya, Foster.”

Even under the dim lighting I can see the way she rolls her eyes before turning on her heel, middle finger up in the air.

Fuck, I love a challenge.

Always have— always will.

—— Reed ——

Niall Horan was a pain in my ass.

I swear to god there wasn’t one day where he didn’t do something to piss me off.

From switching the stage outfits to hiding my things, it was a miracle that I hadn’t quit or punched him in that smug ass smile that was always there when I was around.

It didn’t matter that his blue eyes were the color of a perfect sky or that he always smelled like the most expensive, delicious cologne.

Niall was frustratingly handsome.

I knew he was attractive and it didn’t matter that I thought of him when I— No, fuck him.

“Do we have to go back?” The words fall off my tongue as I look across the table. “Because I’m fine with staying here.”

“We could stay if we wanted to get fired.” Laughing, my coworker turned best friend pulls cash out of her wallet.

Groaning, I pay for my tab and stand up to follow her out of the pub. “Maybe I want to get fired.”

“Please, don’t lie to me.” She grins over her shoulder as we climb into the back of the car waiting for us. “We both know you love your job.”

“Love the job, can’t stand the employer.” I manage to mumble under my breath as the car pulls away from the curb.

We left after the first couple songs of the show started, both of us knowing exactly how long we had to go get something to eat or a drink before we had to be back at the arena in time to have everything packed up and ready when it was over.

In the time we’ve been doing that— not once have we been late, but seeing how slow the traffic is moving, it looks like today could be our lucky day.

“I’m so sorry about that, ladies!” Our driver gives us a tight smile. “Normally it’s not so bad around here.”

Waving my hand in front of my face as we walk backwards, I plaster on a fake smile as I dig through my bad for my credentials. “Don’t worry about it!”

The two of us finally make it inside before going our separate ways, leaving me to gather up the last of the things that are in Niall’s dressing room, hoping that I can finish before he gets off stage. From the sound of it, I’m not going to make it considering that the unmistakable first few notes of Slow Hands reverberate through the building.

“Goddamn it.” I mumble. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Working as fast as I can, dread pools in my belly knowing that everything won’t be finished by the time the show is over.

By the time Niall makes it back to this room.

With my back to the door and shoving things into the cases they belong in, the sound of the door opening doesn’t even register to me in my rush.

But the sound of a rough, low voice paired with an Irish accent does.

——Niall——

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Whirling around, Reed drops everything in her hands as I lean against the doorframe, the post-show adrenaline pumping the blood through my veins.

“Fuck you.” The words fall from her pouty lips. “I was just leaving.”

“Looks to me like you weren’t even close to leaving.” Stepping up to her, it’s impossible not to notice the way her eyes fall to my lips before they roam over my body. “See something you like, Reed?”

Snapping her gaze back to mine, those pretty eyes narrow. “Not a damn thing.”

“That doesn’t seem like the way you should talk to your boss, does it?” Pressing even closer to her, my tongue rolls across the inside of my cheek. “Besides— I think you’re lying.”

Once again, her eyes fall from mine and grace the edges of the cream colored top that I chose tonight, one that leaves my arms bare.

“You think you’re so full of yourself.” Her tone is venomous but her pupils dilate all the same. “I’m just packing up—“

Reaching behind her, I grab a handful of things from the suitcase and let them clatter to the floor, raising a brow at her. “Seems to me like you just wanted to spend some time with me.”

“Oh yeah? Who told you that?” She scoffs.

I love this game, the back and forth.

Reed is all bark and no bite… Although I don’t mind it a little rough from time to time.

Her pulse jumps under the smooth skin of her neck as a low laugh falls from my lips. “Nobody had to tell me, I could see it right here.” The tip of my finger brushes across her pulse, the wild rhythm beating under the callous that lies there. “Want to lie to me again, hm?”

“Can’t seem to recall a single day that I was excited to see you.” She laughs, letting her finger draw a gentle path down the inside of my arm. “Must suck for you, doesn’t it?”

We’ve drifted even closer to each other over our verbal sparring, leaving us only a couple inches apart, her lips inviting me in.

“What are you gonna do?” Taking the chance, I nip her bottom lip, the whimper from the back of her throat traveling straight to my groin. “Be a brat? Be a good girl?”

She doesn’t even give me an answer before the tension bursts between us, her lips finding mine in a kiss that is anything but gentle. I can't help but groan at the minty taste of her or the way her small hands fist the front of the silky sleeveless shirt I wear.

“Fuck.” My words are short as she pulls in my bottom lip with her teeth. “Always knew you were full of fire.”

My lips fall from hers, traveling across her jaw and down to the hollow at the base of her throat, a moan coming from her lips when I harshly suck the skin into my mouth to mark her.

“Niall—“

“Yeah?” I nip her earlobe. “Keep saying my name— I like the way it sounds.”

Gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, a groan sounds from deep in my chest as she stands in front of me in the laciest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’ve been hiding all of this from me?” I say, my fingertips toying with her pebbled nipples through the fabric. “Pretending you hate me?”

Glassy eyes find mine as Reed tries to catch her breath. “I do hate you—“

“Liar.” Bringing my hand up to her throat, I let it rest against her skin for just a moment before she gives me a subtle nod, only then letting my fingers press gently into the sides. “I guess if you hate me so much you don’t want any of this, do you?”

Silence settles between us, her swallow thick under my palm.

“Get to work, Reed.” I let go of her. “Take this belt off.”

Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, her fingers fall to the belt around my waist, the sound of the metal barely heard over our heavy breathes.

“When you get this belt off, I want you to get on your fucking knees, yeah?” Using my finger, I lift her chin so that she meets my gaze. “Did you hear me?”

Reed nods. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Fire races through my blood.

“Yes, sir.” She says like the good girl she is.

As my pants fall to the ground, I reach behind my and pull my top off and throw it somewhere behind me, too worked up by the sight of the woman on her knees before me.

“Tell me, Reed—“ Brushing my thumb across her bottom lip, I push it inside her mouth and groan at the feel of her warm, wet mouth. “Are you gonna suck me off like the slut you are? Gonna be good for me?”

With a nod, she swirls her tongue around the tip of my finger.

“Good. Take off the rest of my clothes.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she reaches up and tucks her fingers into the waistband of the black briefs doing nothing to conceal how fucking desperate I am to be in her mouth. My cock juts towards my stomach as I step out of the fabric, wrapping my fingers around the silky skin. The pearly drop at my tip shines under the lights of the dressing room as I watch Reed take in the sight before her. From here, I can see her legs shift as if she’s trying to get her own relief from the tension between us.

“Is this what you want?” Leaning forward, I spread the drop across her bottom lip. “Tell me.”

“Yes, yes… I want it, Niall.” Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me.

I smirk down at her. “Beg for it, slut.”

“I—“ Reed takes a deep breath. “Please fuck my mouth, please. I want to feel you down my throat.”

“Are you going to keep acting like you hate me? Like you haven’t wanted me down that pretty little throat for weeks?” Raspy and low, my voice sounds like it’s been drug through gravel. “Keep going, let me hear you praise me, Reed”

Her chest expands with a deep breath before her tongue darts out to taste the moisture left there, those pretty eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t— Please. I think about you when my hand is between my legs— Niall—“

“Open your fucking mouth.” Impatience travels through my body. “Take this and shut the fuck up.”

Those lips open and I don’t waste any time pressing my hips forward, watching as she takes my cock into her mouth like that’s all she’s ever wanted. Immediately she brings her hand up to mine, moving it out of the way so that she can circle her dainty fingers around me.

“There you go—“ Fisting her hair, the strands are soft and silky against my skin. “Letting me use you like a pathetic slut to get off.”

Reed moans around me at my words, the reverberation sending a chill up my spine. The combination of her lips wrapping around me and her hand feels euphoric.

“Niall—“ Pulling back, Reed drags her tongue along the vein that maps out the underside of my length. “I want more—“

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask in a low laugh, watching her nod as she circles her tongue around the tip of my cock. “Only good girls get fucked, Reed. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“Please—“

Gripping her hair even tighter, I shake my head. “Shut up and open that pretty little throat.”

Surprisingly, she does what I say.

This time I can tell she’s waiting for me to take control… So I do.

Thrusting my hips forward, a string of curses fall from my lips as I feel myself hit the back of her throat over and over, the pleasure so intense that I can feel it traveling up my spine at a rapid pace.

Looking down, Reed’s dark lashes are clumped together from her tears, the pressure of feeling me so deep causing her to gag and contract around me as I push even deeper.

“Fuck— Just like that—“ I tilt my head back. “Keep choking on my cock like that.”

Pressing forward, I let my hips rest for a couple of seconds, feeling her throat grip me again before pulling out enough so that she can catch her breath.

“You okay?” Checking in with her, she nods before reaching for me again. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Who knew all it would take to shut you up would be to stuff your mouth with my cock?”

Moaning around me, watch as she slips her hand under the hem of the black leather skirt, another whimper coming from the back of her throat as her eyes meet mine.

“There you go, get yourself off while I fuck your mouth.” Sweat drips down my skin. “Shit— Good girl, Reed— You feel so good.”

Tears fall down her face as she moans around me, her hand moving as she brings herself to her own peak, making me realize that Reed Foster might be one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen.

Maybe I’ve just been blind by wanting to get on her nerves, but now seeing all the valleys and curves of her body displayed in front of me it makes me feel like maybe I need more.

“Fuck, Reed—“ I groan, the words like gravel. “I’m so close. Are you going to take what I give you? Swallow everything?”

As soon as she nods, the balloon at the base of my spine pops into a sea of euphoria as I empty myself down her throat, feeling like it might never stop.

“Good god.” Pulling my hips back, I run my hand through my hair. “That was—“

Meeting my gaze, Reed uses her thumb to catch a drop of my release that spilled out of her mouth, flattening her tongue to taste the last bit that she can. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Come here.” Bending down, I slide my hands under her arms to pull her up to stand. “You did so good.”

A soft smile pulls across her face, the lights of the dressing room playing off the sheen of sweat on her body. “Thank you.”

Looking behind me, I see the door that leads to the personal shower and before I can stop myself or overthink, I tug her hand and pull me with her.

She may have hated me before, but she won’t hate me after I give her what she just gave me.

On a night like tonight, everything changes.

Starting now.

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[midnightfibberr]

Age regression drabble ideas!

Pls comment on this post or send me a message with ideas for new age regression drabbles! I am running low 🫰🏼

I write for:

- One Direction

- Daddy Harry, Liam, Zayn

- Baby Louis, Niall

- Baby Original Female Character / Reader

- Alternate Universe: Littles Are Known

Would be willing to swap around any of these if you were interested in something I haven’t written!

My forte:

- Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Crying, Big emotions, Being naughty/punishments, Gentle but firm caregiver, Little outwardly fighting regression but inwardly wanting it, Littles Are Known trope ❤️‍🩹

I don’t write:

- Sexual age play or anything of the like

AO3 linked in bio 🧸

[yourimagines]

What he likes about you Fluff

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: That you come up for yourself, your not afraid to tell people your opinions.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: Your lips, they way they feel when he kisses you, the way you bite down on your lip when he makes you all shy, the way you smile.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: He's like to be the big spoon but also the small spoon, he just loves to cuddle you.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Going out, drink and have fun.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He knows how to communicate with his emotions, he isn't afraid to cry or show he's a bit angry but he would never harm you no matter what.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: Yes, he wants children, he wants them with you and he's already a father and would love to be a family with you.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: He loves to spoil you, he doesn't care what others think about it, he gives whatever you want. He orders stuff what you placed in your wish list, surprising you with it. He also brings you your favorite snacks from the store.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: Always holds your hands in public but also when your laying together, cuddling.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: He would freak out, he already lost to many people he loves, he would be angry at himself for letting this happen to you.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: He loves to joke around, giving you sarcastic remarks or saying the obvious things, he likes to see you laugh and rolls your eyes at him.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Pecking you lips when you talk to him, or just holding your face and just kissing you deeply.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: Always texting you or calling when he's away, Saying ever day he loves you, asking you you feel. He's always checking in on you, He cares to much that it hurt him sometimes.

M = Memory, favorite memory together: Meeting his family, seeing how much he loves them and how much they love him. The pranks and the fun that day, they all loved you and he fell even more in love with you but that day taught you sometime that life is too short and you better enjoy it.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Losing you, he already lost so many people in his life. He needs to check in with you every day, he needs to know your okay.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: His sarcasm, he's also sarcastic with you. You don't mind and sometimes you get him back at his own games.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Love and darling.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: Spending time with his family, enjoying life and loves to stay at home and just enjoy each others presence.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: My blood from twenty one pilots. You both would do anything for each other, you cheer him up and he does the something with you. When you hear this song it reminds you of him, doing anything for you because he loves you.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tells you everything, how he feels, what he saw on the road. He has no secrets for you.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: It took a while, he was afraid and unsure about himself, till one of his sister said he should asked you to be his before he's actually to late.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: He tries to understand but sometimes he just doesn't get it. He always tries to cheer you up and give you some advice and just be there for you, it pains him when he can't help you and cheer you up.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He's proud you stick up for yourself, he even says to to his fans to not mess around with you because your just like him.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: He would be proud and joins you, he always has your back and would punch anyone who wants to hurt you.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows they way you react if somethings wrong, he knows when you love something or when your angry/hurt.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: Somewhere private at a holiday trip.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: knowing your okay, makes him feel calm. knowing your safe and happy with him.

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[rubysrealities]

Hi guys! I wanna show you some of the pics I’ve got saved for future bots (as if we’ve not all already seen them) lmk if you have any requests that correlate 🤞🤍

[finelinemia]

Ladies and gentlemen, my next releases, I can't wait for you to meet them🙂‍↕️

[harrys-wifeyy]

a new bot!

Later I may do one inspired by the Grammys!!!!

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2024 - outing with friends

[harrrystyles-writing]

Yes Sir! — Capítulo 25

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo terá o ponto de vista de Aurora e Harry.

NotaAutora: Aproveitem o capítulo e não se esqueçam de comentar💗

Harry

Dirigi como um louco pelas ruas, ignorando sinais e sem me importar com os olhares nervosos dos outros motoristas. Meu coração batia tão forte que eu podia ouvi-lo ecoar na minha cabeça.

Quando cheguei ao hospital, corri pelas portas de emergência. O coração martelava no peito enquanto meus olhos vasculhavam o lugar. Isadora e Aurora. Lá estavam elas, sentadas em um banco, ambas com o rosto pálido, lágrimas correndo. Isadora segurava Aurora no colo, tentando acalmá-la, mas o medo nos olhos de ambas era inegável.

— Pai! — Isadora correu para mim, ainda abraçando Aurora, que soluçava de medo.

— Papai! A mamãe tá machucada! — Aurora chorava, apertando meus ombros enquanto eu as abraçava.

— Eu sei, meu amor, eu sei, vai ficar tudo bem. — Apertei as duas nos braços, sentindo a culpa me consumir.

— Por que você não estava lá, pai? — A voz de Isadora era baixa. — A mamãe estava gritando e Aurora estava com medo, eu não sabia o que fazer, eu não deveria estar sendo responsável por isso, eu só tenho 17 anos, pai.

A raiva em seus olhos eram evidente e ela tinha razão.

— Vai ficar tudo bem, Isa. Eu prometo. — Minhas palavras soaram vazias até para mim.

Sentamos juntos na sala de espera, o silêncio quebrado apenas pelos soluços de Aurora. A pequena tremia de medo, cada vez que ela apertava minha camisa, mais o peso da culpa aumentava.

Eu deveria ter sido um pai melhor.

Um marido melhor.

O hospital estava gelado, mas o suor escorria pelas minhas costas, a espera parecia uma eternidade, cada minuto que passava me destruía um pouco mais. As luzes da sala de espera piscavam levemente, o som das portas automáticas abrindo e fechando me deixava tenso.

O que estava acontecendo com Violeta?

O bebê estava bem?

Os minutos se arrastavam como horas.

Eu me sentia à beira do desespero, mas então, meus olhos caíram sobre a maleta que eu havia trazido deixada no chão.

O envelope.

Com as mãos trêmulas, o puxei de dentro da maleta, o papel ainda estava fechado, selado como se aguardasse o momento certo.

E se o bebê for meu?

E se não for?

O medo do que aquilo significava me corroía.

Eu precisava saber, eu não podia abri-lo na frente delas.

Não naquele momento.

— Isa, por que vocês não vão pegar algo pra comer nas máquinas ali? — Apontei para a área de snacks do hospital. — Devem estar com fome, pegue aqui minha carteira. — Tirei-a do bolso entreguei.

Isadora levantou-se pegando Aurora pela mão saindo dali. Respirei fundo, tentando controlar o desespero que parecia me sufocar.  Minhas mãos tremiam enquanto rasgava o envelope, quando o resultado escorregou para fora, eu demorei a olhar.

Finalmente, meus olhos focaram nas palavras.

Positivo.

O bebê era meu.

Meu filho.

Eu senti o chão desaparecer, o ar pareceu desaparecer do ambiente.

O bebê era meu.

O mundo ficou embaçado por um segundo, como se eu tivesse levado um soco no estômago, minha mente voltou ao momento em que eu acusei Violeta, eu a olhei nos olhos e perguntei se ela tinha me traído de novo, eu fiz ela chorar, eu a deixei sozinha, vulnerável, em um momento que ela mais precisava de mim.

Eu fiz ela fazer esse maldito exame, mesmo sabendo que isso poderia prejudicar o bebê e agora ela estava sangrando.

Ela pode ter perdido nosso filho por minha causa.

O arrependimento me atingiu como uma onda brutal, a culpa me esmagava, fazendo cada músculo do meu corpo doer.

Como pude?

Como pude pensar que ela faria isso de novo?

Ela estava grávida do meu filho e eu a deixei pensar que eu não acreditava nela.

Meus olhos se encheram de lágrimas, eu queria correr até ela, implorar por perdão, mas eu sabia que talvez fosse tarde demais, eu estava matando tudo ao nosso redor com meu medo, com minha incapacidade de confiar.

Me sentei, passando as mãos pelo cabelo, tentando conter o pânico,meu coração batia tão forte que parecia que ia explodir, a memória de Violeta, chorando enquanto eu a acusava, me esmagava.

E o bebê, nosso bebê, poderia ter morrido por minha causa.

Eu o coloquei em risco.

Eu provoquei isso.

O bebê que eu pensei em negar, que eu pensei em rejeitar, estava lá dentro, lutando pela vida.

As lágrimas caíam sem controle.

— Merda... — murmurei para mim mesmo, a voz embargada.

O som da porta de emergência se abrindo fez com que eu me levantasse num salto, um médico se aproximou, com a expressão séria.

— Como está minha esposa? E o bebê? — Perguntei, tentando manter o controle.

— Senhor, sua esposa está estável, foi um susto grande, mas conseguimos controlar o sangramento, ela precisa de repouso absoluto, vamos continuar monitorando o bebê, mas é crucial que ela não passe por mais estresse, qualquer coisa pode desencadear outra complicação.

Eu mal ouvi as últimas palavras.

Violeta estava fora de perigo, e o bebê... nosso bebê... estava bem.

Por enquanto.

— Nós podemos ver ela?

— Podem, mas seja breve ela precisa mesmo descansar.

—Ok.

Eu olhei para Isadora e Aurora, que voltavam lentamente com snacks nas mãos.

— O que foi papai? Mamãe e o bebê estão bem? — Isadora perguntou com os olhos já cheio de lágrimas.

— Sim, vamos vê-los?

— Claro.

Caminhamos até o quarto de Violeta em silêncio, Aurora apertava minha mão com força, sua pequena palma trêmula, ainda assustada. Isadora, com a expressão rígida, estava lutando para se manter forte, mas eu via o medo e a dor em seus olhos. Quando finalmente chegamos à porta do quarto, o som suave do monitor cardíaco preencheu o corredor. Violeta estava deitada, pálida, os olhos fechados ela parecia tão frágil, o arrependimento apertou meu peito mais uma vez, me sufocando.

— Mamãe. — Aurora sussurrou, soltando minha mão para correr até o lado da cama.

Isadora se aproximou lentamente, sentando-se ao lado de Violeta, que abriu os olhos ao sentir o toque da filha.

—Violeta, como está? — Me aproximei.

— Tentando ficar bem. — Eu pude ver seu olhar triste.

— Me desculpe... — Comecei, mas minha voz falhou.

Ela não respondeu, seus olhos voltaram-se para Aurora e Isadora, e um leve sorriso apareceu em seus lábios.

— Vocês estão bem, meus bebês? Fiquei preocupada com vocês.

— Sim, mãe. — Isadora respondeu, segurando a mão dela. — Mas e você? E o meu irmão?

Violeta suspirou, fechando os olhos por um momento.

— Vamos ficar bem, só precisamos nos cuidar.

O médico tinha sido claro: repouso absoluto, qualquer outra discussão, qualquer outra coisa que não fosse focado nesse bebê, teria que esperar, mas eu não conseguia deixar isso passar.

— Vi... — Tentei de novo, a voz trêmula, lutando contra as emoções que se acumulavam em minha garganta. — Sinto muito... Por tudo.

— Já chega pai. — Isadora interrompeu em um tom mais alto. — Eu estou cansada das suas desculpas, todas nós estamos.

— Isa, pode nos dar cinco minutos? — Violeta pediu sua voz mal saindo.

— Mãe?  — Indagou ofendida.

— Por favor.

— Vem Aurora. — Isa bufou pegando sua irmã saindo dali.

— Vi. — Me aproximei dela segurando em sua mão. — Me perdoe, me perdoe por duvidar de você, por te deixar sozinha quando você mais precisou de mim.

— Harry, eu não posso lidar com isso agora. — Ela recuou sua mão.

Ela estava magoada, mais do que eu imaginava.

— Então só me escuta, por favor.

— Você abriu o teste não abriu?

— Sim. — Minha voz falhou,  eu me ajoelhei ao lado da cama, pegando sua mão novamente com cuidado. — Eu... eu sinto muito. — As palavras saíam trêmulas, meus olhos novamente estavam cheios de lágrimas.— Eu fui um idiota, eu te machuquei de tantas formas, eu duvidei de você quando eu deveria ter ficado ao seu lado.

Violeta me encarava, seus olhos cheios de lágrimas, mas ela não disse nada, ela estava fraca demais para discutir comigo.

— Eu quase perdi você e o nosso bebê, meu bebê. — Minha voz falhou novamente. — Tudo por causa da minha estupidez, por causa do medo que nunca consegui deixar para trás, por não conseguir te perdoar de verdade eu deixei esse medo me dominar de novo, eu duvidei, mas eu prometo, Vi... eu prometo que nunca mais vou te deixar, nunca mais vou sair do seu lado.— Me aproximei dela, beijando sua mão. — Eu vou voltar para casa, eu vou ser o marido e o pai que você e as meninas precisam. — Minha voz mal saia pelos soluços. — Eu não vou mais te machucar! Eu vou consertar tudo.

Meu coração estava em pedaços, eu sabia que isso não seria o suficiente, mas eu estava determinado.

Eu faria o que fosse preciso.

Eu me inclinei sobre ela e beijei seus lábios suavemente, sentindo o gosto salgado das lágrimas que caíam de nós dois.

Quando me afastei, Violeta ainda não disse nada, mas havia uma leveza em seu olhar, talvez ela acreditasse em mim, talvez não e naquele momento, soube que para manter minha promessa, eu teria que deixar Aurora para trás.

Para sempre.

E isso doía mais do que qualquer coisa que eu já tivesse sentido.

Eu me levantei, ainda segurando a mão de Violeta, mas sabendo que o pior estava por vir.

Eu ia quebrar meu próprio coração.

Eu ia abrir mão do amor que sentia por Aurora, mesmo que isso me destruísse.

Aurora

A biblioteca estava lotada de estudantes ansiosos para a prova que se aproximava. Eu folheava minhas anotações, mas nada parecia fazer sentido. Minha cabeça estava a mil, não apenas pela prova, mas também por todos os sentimentos confusos que surgiram desde que vi Steve pela última vez, desde que Harry fez aquela maldita pergunta. O beijo de Stive foi um erro, claro, mas toda vez que pensava nisso, meu coração acelerava, talvez fosse só carência, já fazia um longo tempo que não estava com ninguém.

— Oi, Aurora! — O som da voz me assustou.

— Oi, Gabriel.

—Preparada para a prova?

—  Acho que preparada não seria a palavra certa. —  Admiti, meio sem graça.— Estou perdida com esse conteúdo, para ser sincera.

Ele sorriu de leve e puxou uma cadeira, sentando-se ao meu lado.

— Olha, se você precisar de uma ajuda, a gente pode estudar juntos. Quer ir a um café? Talvez um ambiente diferente ajude a clarear as ideias.

A ideia de passar mais tempo com ele me deixou um pouco nervosa, eu estava prestes a responder, quando, pelo canto do olho, vi Stive entrando na biblioteca. Nossos olhares se encontraram por um breve momento, meu estômago revirou. Minha cabeça girava, a última coisa que eu queria  agora era ficar naquele espaço com Stive por perto.

— Na verdade... — Me virei para Gabriel, lutando contra a timidez que me dominava. — Se você quiser, podemos estudar no meu apartamento? —  Sugeri com as bochechas fervendo.

— No seu apartamento? — Ele me olhou com surpresa.

— Só para estudar, seria mais tranquilo e a gente pode pedir algo para comer, mas você não precisa aceitar. — Falei rapidamente.

— Eu entendi. — Ele segurou minhas mãos me acalmando. — Isso seria ótimo!

Senti minhas bochechas queimarem, mas forcei um sorriso, tentando esconder a mistura de nervosismo e alívio.

— Certo, então... vamos? Levantei-me rapidamente, reunindo minhas coisas, e tentei ignorar o olhar de Steve, que parecia seguir cada um dos meus movimentos.

                                 ...

Quando chegamos ao meu apartamento, o silêncio da noite nos envolvia. A sala estava meio bagunçada, afinal nunca recebi nenhuma visita. Tentei não me sentir envergonhada, mas a ideia de ter Gabriel ali me deixava ainda mais nervosa.

— Desculpe a bagunça. —  murmurei, ajeitando algumas coisas.— Eu nunca recebi alguém aqui.

—Não se preocupe, Aurora. —Ele sorriu de leve, sem parecer incomodado. —  Seu apartamento é bem aconchegante, nem se compara onde eu vivo com meus colegas de quarto. — Isso me fez suspirar aliviada. — Então, por onde começamos?

Eu me sentei no sofá, ainda um pouco tensa, enquanto ele se acomodava no chão, perto de mim, a proximidade dele me deixava inquieta.

— Tínhamos falado de pizza, certo? — tentei amenizar o silêncio estranho que estava entre nós. — Você prefere pepperoni? — Questionei, pegando meu celular para fazer o pedido.

— Pepperoni é sempre uma boa escolha.

Enquanto esperávamos pela pizza, Gabriel começou a revisar o material comigo, eu acabei no chão ao lado dele. Ele estava tão concentrado e próximo,de vez em quando, nossos ombros se tocavam levemente, o que fazia meu coração acelerar.

— Essa parte aqui é um pouco confusa, né? —  Gabriel perguntou, inclinando-se ainda mais para olhar as anotações que eu segurava.

O calor da proximidade dele me fez perder o foco por um momento.

— Sim, acho que não entendi direito,essas leis sempre me confundem um pouco. — murmurei, sentindo o rosto esquentar.

— Eu também sempre me perco, mas não se preocupe logo você consegue.

  Ele pegou o lápis da minha mão, seus dedos roçaram os meus de leve, um pequeno arrepiou percorreu em meu corpo, eu segurei o ar por um segundo, tentando ignorar o quanto aquele toque me afetou.

De repente, o som da campainha tocou me fazendo suspirar aliviada, a pizza havia chegado. Enquanto ajeitávamos as coisas para comer, senti o olhar dele sobre mim, mas tentei evitar qualquer contato visual, nos sentamos no chão, com a caixa de pizza entre nós. O cheiro delicioso ajudou a desviar meu foco por um momento.

— Hmmm, está pizza está ótima, Aurora. — Comentou com a boca cheia de pizza.

— Bom, é difícil errar com pizza.

Gabriel me perguntou sobre nossos gostos em música, filmes, por um instante senti uma pontada no peito lembrando do dia que conheci Harry no bar.  Eu continuei falando do meu gosto musical e comendo até que percebi o olhar de Gabriel e um sorrisinho de lado.

— O que foi?

— É que você está... — Ele começou envergonhado. — Está sujo.

— Onde?

Tentei limpar minhas bochechas as cegas, mas Gabriel estendeu a mão, seu sorriso suave enquanto se aproximava,  se inclinando para limpar o molho que havia ficado no canto da minha boca. Sua mão estava tão próxima que eu podia sentir o calor de sua pele, quando ele gentilmente passou o guardanapo, fiquei imóvel, sem saber se conseguia respirar, nossos olhares se encontraram, o jeito que seus olhos me encararam fez meu coração disparar.

— Pronto.

— Obrigada. —Eu sorri nervosa, tentando disfarçar o rubor que certamente estava tomando conta do meu rosto.

Algo estava mudando entre nós.

— De nada. — ele respondeu, ainda com aquele sorriso de canto. — Sabe, estou realmente feliz por termos vindo para cá, estudar assim é muito melhor do que na biblioteca.

— Eu também... estou feliz que você aceitou vir.

— Talvez a gente devesse fazer isso mais vezes.

Meu coração disparou com aquela sugestão.

— Talvez. — Tentei suprimir qualquer reação. — Acho melhor voltarmos a estudar.

Quando terminamos de comer, nos ajeitamos novamente para estudar, mas eu sentia que algo havia mudado, eu me sentia à vontade com Gabriel era como se todas as minhas preocupações não podiam nos alcançar quando estava com ele.

Eu não era Aurora a traidora.

Eu não era Aurora a ex.

Eu não era a Aurora grávida.

Eu era apenas Aurora.

Depois de mais meia hora de estudo meus olhos já estavam embaçados.

— Você tá bem? — Gabriel perguntou, percebendo minha distração.

— Sim, só cansada, acho.

— É, essa matéria realmente esgota a gente, acho que a gente já fez bastante por hoje, não  quero te sobrecarregar.

Olhei para o relógio e percebi que já era tarde. A noite havia passado mais rápido do que eu imaginava.

— É... já está ficando tarde.

— Acho que sim... mas foi produtivo, não acha?

— Foi sim, você me ajudou bastante, Gabriel. Obrigada. — Sorri com sinceridade.

— Imagina, foi um prazer.

Levantei-me primeiro, começando a arrumar os livros, tentando ignorar o fato de que meu coração batia forte demais. Gabriel se levantou logo em seguida, recolhendo os cadernos, e por um segundo, ele ficou em pé perto de mim, tão perto que eu podia sentir a presença dele.

— Foi muito bom ter passado tempo com você, Aurora. — Confessou baixo quase como um sussurro.

Eu sorri timidamente, não conseguindo manter o olhar nele por muito tempo.

— Foi sim.

Acompanhei-o até a porta, o silêncio entre nós ficando constrangedor, quando ele se virou para se despedir, senti o nervosismo subir de novo, mas antes que eu pudesse reagir, Gabriel se inclinou levemente, seus lábios tocaram minha bochecha em um beijo demorado e suave, deixando um calor que irradiava pela minha pele.

— Obrigado por hoje, Aurora. — Ele sussurrou, o rosto próximo ao meu ouvido me causando arrepios.

— Eu... que agradeço. — Suspirei, sentindo o calor subir para meu rosto.

Ele deu um passo para trás, ainda com aquele olhar que me fazia sentir borboletas no estômago.

— A gente se vê  amanhã na aula?

— Sim. — Foi o que consegui dizer.

Ele sorriu uma última vez antes de ir embora, e eu fiquei ali parada por um momento, tentando entender o que exatamente tinha acabado de acontecer.

Harry

O cheiro estéril do hospital já era familiar para mim, Violeta estava internada há duas semanas. O susto que ela havia passado por conta das complicações da gravidez tinha nos abalado profundamente, eu a  visitava todos os dias, trazendo algo que achasse que a faria se sentir um pouco melhor, eu sentava-se ao lado da cama dela, falava sobre as meninas e sobre como minha mãe veio de Londres para me ajudar a cuidar  delas em casa, eu fazia questão de evitar os assuntos mais sensíveis, respeitando o espaço de Violeta enquanto ela processava tudo, ela estava chateada comigo e eu não podia julga-lá.

— Por que você continua vindo aqui todos os dias, Harry? — perguntou ela, olhando diretamente para mim.

— Porque eu quero consertar as coisas. — Eu me aproximei, segurando a mão dela. — De verdade, eu sei que cometi um erro.

— Eu não entendo como você pôde duvidar, Harry, isso machucou muito.

— Eu estava assustado e confuso, isso me deixou louco, ainda mais quando Bryan apareceu aqui de novo.

— Eu sei de onde veio a sua dúvida, Harry, sei que é  culpa minha também, não vou dizer que não doeu, porque doeu, mas eu sei que você está perdido eu também estou.

— Eu estou tentando...  — Segurei a mão dela deixando um pequeno beijo.

— Eu sei que está e obrigado por isso.

...

Finalmente, o dia da alta chegou. Eu estava ansioso para levá-la de volta para casa, para retomar nossa vida com a promessa de fazer as coisas diferentes. Quando chegamos em casa, fui recebido pelo calor das luzes acesas e o som suave de risadas vindo da sala, minha mãe e as meninas pareciam estar brincando.

Assim que entramos, Aurora, com os bracinhos abertos correram para nós,

— Papai! — Aurora gritou, se agarrando às minhas pernas.

— Olá, minha querida! — eu disse, pegando-a no colo, sentindo o alívio de estar com minhas filhas novamente.

— Bem-vindos de volta! — Minha mãe veio logo em seguida nós abraçar. — Como você Violeta? Espero que esteja se sentindo melhor.

— Muito melhor, Sogra, obrigada por ter nós ajudado— Violeta respondeu, sorrindo.

— Família é para isso.

— Obrigado, mesmo por tudo mãe. — A puxei para um abraço.

Ela havia sido um suporte imenso enquanto eu tentava me equilibrar entre o hospital e casa.

— Estão com fome? Eu fiz o jantar.

— Acho que a vi precisa descansar agora eu vou ajuda- lá a subir. — Segurei firme os braços da minha esposa. — Você pode colocar as meninas para dormir? Eu desço daqui a pouco para ajudar.

— Claro.

Eu segurei Violeta com firmeza enquanto subíamos lentamente as escadas. Ela estava cansada, e eu podia ver o desgaste em seu rosto, eu sabia que minha presença ali era o mínimo que eu poderia oferecer.

— Vamos com calma — sussurrei, ajustando meu ritmo ao dela. Cada degrau parecia uma pequena vitória, a cada passo, eu me esforçava para demonstrar o quanto estava comprometido em ajudá-la.

Quando chegamos ao quatro, a guiei até a cama, onde a ajudei a se deitar com cuidado, o colchão macio parecia um alívio bem-vindo para seu corpo frágil, peguei os travesseiros e arrumei ao redor dela, para garantir que estivesse confortável.

— Você está bem assim? — perguntei, enquanto ajeitava os cobertores ao redor dela.

— Sim, estou.

— Posso trazer algo para você comer? — ofereci, sentando ao lado dela na cama.

— Não, obrigada, H, acho que só quero descansar agora.

— Tudo bem, se você precisar de qualquer coisa, é só me chamar.

Me levantei para ir até a porta mas senti sua mão me segurar.

— Harry — a voz suave de Violeta me chamou de volta. — Obrigada por cuidar de mim.

— Eu vou sempre cuidar de você, Violeta — respondi, me aproximando novamente para beijar sua testa. — Quero que saiba que estou aqui, de verdade.

Ela fechou os olhos por um breve momento, respirando fundo.Com um último olhar para ela, saí do quarto com o coração um pouco mais leve, determinado a fazer cada dia valer a pena.

  Aurora

Na manhã seguinte, enquanto me preparava para a aula, ainda sentia o leve toque do beijo de Gabriel na minha pele, um vestígio do momento que compartilhei com ele na noite anterior. Meus pensamentos estavam embaralhados, mas eu me forcei a focar na prova que estava por vir. Ao chegar à sala de aula, já me preparando para o dia, uma voz familiar me tirou dos devaneios.

— Bom dia, estudiosa. —  Gabriel disse, surgindo ao meu lado com um sorriso caloroso e uma sacola do Starbucks em uma das mãos. Antes que eu pudesse reagir, ele se inclinou e deu um beijo suave na minha bochecha. —  trouxe café pra gente, achei que você poderia precisar.

— Obrigada, Gabriel.

—  Olhei surpresa para o copo que ele me entregou.

— Nós vamos se sair bem na prova, não tenho dúvidas. — Disse dando uma piscadinha.

Quando a prova finalmente acabou, eu soltei um suspiro de alívio. O peso dos estudos parecia ter se dissipado por um breve momento. Eu estava satisfeita com o meu desempenho, o que me deu uma sensação de leveza que eu não sentia há algum tempo. Quando saí da sala, meus pensamentos ainda estavam no exame, mas logo avistei Gabriel, encostado na parede com aquele sorriso fácil que parecia relaxar qualquer ambiente.

— Como foi? 

— Eu acho que fui bem, foi difícil, mas acho que me saí melhor do que esperava, se não fosse por você acho que não conseguiria, Gabriel, muito obrigado.

— Sabia que você ia arrasar.  — ele disse, abrindo os braços num gesto espontâneo. — Não desmereça a sua parte, vem cá.

Ele se aproximou me puxou para um abraço inesperado, fiquei rígida por um segundo, surpresa com o gesto, mas o calor do corpo de Gabriel começaram a quebrar minhas barreiras. O cheiro dele – uma mistura de menta fresca e algo amadeirado – me envolveu de maneira reconfortante, e apesar de eu tentar resistir, meus músculos relaxaram, eu cedi, deixando que ele me envolvesse por completo.

Por um breve momento, fechei os olhos e me permiti sentir. O coração dele batia em um ritmo calmo contra o meu peito, e o simples fato de estar em seus braços me deu uma sensação de segurança que eu há muito tempo não sentia. Mas logo uma pontada de dor atravessou essa sensação. O toque de Gabriel era diferente do de Harry, isso me fez lembrar de como eu ainda queria Harry, de como ele não me abraçou daquela maneira na última vez que nos vimos.  Mas então, à medida que ele se afastou e o calor do abraço desapareceu, uma onda de realidade me atingiu.

— Você merece comemorar. —  Gabriel disse, ainda sorrindo. — O que acha de sairmos hoje à noite?

Minha respiração falhou por um momento.

Um convite, tão simples e genuíno, fez com que todo o meu passado voltasse à tona, a última vez que alguém me levou para um encontro, foi Harry, a última vez que alguém havia me feito sentir assim, havia sido Harry.

E agora, eu tinha seu filho crescendo dentro de mim, um que Gabriel não sabia,  que Harry não sabia, eu me sentia presa entre o que eu queria e o que eu devia fazer.

— Eu... Gabriel, eu não posso. — finalmente consegui dizer, tentando não deixar minha voz falhar.

Ele franziu a testa, a confusão evidente.

— O que foi? Fiz algo errado?

A ideia de sair com Gabriel, de me permitir desfrutar de algo leve e bom parecia ao mesmo tempo atraente e impossível, eu sabia que ele estava sendo genuíno, que queria me fazer bem, mas

como eu poderia aceitar sair com ele quando havia tanto que ele não sabia sobre mim?

Se Gabriel soubesse que estou grávida... que estou esperando um filho de outro homem, ele jamais estaria aqui, me convidando para sair.

— Não, de jeito nenhum. — respondi, sentindo o nó na minha garganta apertar.— Você tem sido incrível comigo, eu só... eu não estou pronta para isso agora.

— Aurora, se eu fiz algo que te incomodou, por favor, me avisa, eu só queria que a gente relaxasse, sem pressão.— Gabriel me olhou com preocupação.

Queria poder aceitar, queria poder simplesmente ignorar tudo o que estava me destruindo por dentro, mas não conseguia.

— Tem muita coisa acontecendo na minha vida, agora, eu não acho justo te arrastar pra isso.

— Tudo bem, me desculpe, eu não quis te pressionar, se precisar de qualquer coisa, estou aqui, ok?

Eu apenas balancei a cabeça, o sorriso dele agora um pouco mais apagado.

— Se vemos depois na aula?

— Ok, tchau estudiosa.

Eu o vi se afastar com meu peito doendo, mas Gabriel merecia alguém que pudesse corresponder ao que ele oferecia, eu

estava perdida, eu estava num poço sem saída, até eu conseguir lidar com a dor de Harry e com a verdade sobre o bebê, eu sabia que não poderia oferecer nada  a ninguém.

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