#Love/Kiss/XXXX series

[punks-never-die205]

Simmer

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

One Shot - 3,322 words

CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, use of toys, sexy clothes, sex in the kitchen, the cabbage isn't all that's stuffed >.>

Summary: you want to surprise Kid by having dinner ready while effectively in lingerie. He ends up surprising you more.

You had most of the hard work done for the dish you were making before you had gotten into the outfit you wanted Kid to enjoy. Stuffed cabbage was kind of messy business until it was packed away into the large pan and left to simmer.

The small issue was, now you were in heels that were entirely too high for you to use the footstool to put some of the spices back, and your short ass wasn't tall enough even with the heels on. Thigh-highs, a garter belt, an apron and the heels were all you had on. Your hips were balanced against the countertop, pushing your butt out into the air as you stretched for the upper shelf.

You heard the door just as you got the bottle onto the lip of the shelf, pushing it into place safely as you heard Eustass Kid kick off his boots and step into the hall.

"Hey Mouse, I'm –." There was a slight stutter in his words, and you wished you could see his face, but you had just lowered your arm and couldn't bring yourself to look over your shoulder since you could feel your face already going red.

"Welcome back." You manage to say, almost wanting to simply die from embarrassment. You had meant to greet him in a much different way.

You barely heard him move when suddenly there was one warm and one cool hand sliding up the back of your thighs, fingers pushing into your skin a little before squeezing your ass roughly. The sudden action and sensation pulls a surprised moan from you, sending a shudder through you as you lean against the counter for stability.

"Mm, those sounds are as delicious as the outfit, Mouse." His voice is low and husky in your ear, the weight of his body is keeping you trapped against the counter. "Stay, just like this." He commands, squeezing your ass again before walking away.

Your hips are balanced against the countertop and your toes are barely reaching the floor. You don't even get a chance to argue before you hear him disappear into your room. He's only gone for a second, coming back out and setting a box on the counter.

"Oh, no, no, no, wait a minute," you realize he's got the toy box and you're in a precarious situation as you scramble off the lip of the counter.

"Mouse." The tone in his voice freezes you in place and you slowly get your hips back up onto the counter ledge. The apron provides a little cushioning so you're not completely uncomfortable, but your bare ass – actually your entire bare backside is on full display for him. You can't cover anything up, and when he breaks out the toys the teasing can last hours.

"K-Kid, I'm cooking, I can't be d-distracted." You're practically whimpering the words as the sounds of him rummaging through the box already have you shivering in anticipation.

"You're making stuffed cabbage, Mouse." He says absently, his focus more on the toys. "It's gotta simmer for like an hour now." You feel him come up behind you, and his focus in back on you. "It's cute when you're beggin' for mercy before I even get started."

"Hngh." Everything about your man was entirely unfair. "I w-wasn't begging," you insist. You start to say something more when Kid shoves something hard and smooth into your vagina.

"Maybe not yet," Kid muses. "But you will be."

He pushes the object deeper and you suck in a breath, shuddering against the sensation of whatever it is he's pushed into you. You can feel two of his fingers enter in behind it, just a little thicker.

"Haaa--- shit." You weren't sure what had you wound tighter, his words or his actions.

"Good job Mouse, you're so sopping wet it just went right in."

You mean to ask him what just went right in when two fingers push into your mouth. You can taste yourself on them, and you begin to lick and suck his fingers clean without being prompted. You can feel his hips against yours, a barely restrained bulge straining against his pants pushing into you. He gives an approving hum as you clean his fingers.

"That's my good girl." He says each word slowly, as he removes his fingers from your mouth, drawing a wet line down your back as he presses a switch in his hand.

You hear the click just before a powerful vibration pulses deep inside you. You grab onto the counter as the strong sensation makes your entire body shudder, gasping for air a second time as your feet came fully off the floor.

"K-Kiiiii-hnnngh!" The initial rush nearly pushes you over the edge, but it's only enough to make your back arch with your legs. "Haa, ahh, gods... it's, hngh, it's almost -."

"Not enough, huh?" Eustass interrupts you. "Yeah, I didn't think one was going to be enough."

"Wha-wait, no-nnngh," your protest is cut short as a second vibrating egg is pushed into you. It's already vibrating even as Eustass' fingers push it deeper.

"You're going to need a glass of water at this rate, Mouse." Kid muses, his thigh pushing into your slit as he leans over you. "I can't let my favorite pet get dehydrated."

"D-Don't ma-make it sound like – hngh, I can feel them mooooving! – don't make it sound like you have a haaa-harem!" You manage to get the words out despite the stimulation.

Kid laughs. "Just because you're my only pet doesn't mean you can't be my favorite." He teases, pulling your shoulders up to his chest as your shaky legs try to keep you on your feet. "Favorite or not, you're not struggling near enough, Mouse."

"Huh?"

"This outfit is making me want to really mess you up." He explains, holding you against him and practically purring in your ear.

Leaning down he starts kissing your shoulders. His hands slip under the apron and tease your tits until your nipples are hard. You're pushing back against him, enjoying the added pleasures, feeling the orgasm building in you.

Before you can cum Kid pinches your nipples roughly, sucking the skin on the back on your neck into a rough kiss. The jolt of pain shatters the building orgasm, but the sensations themselves aren't bad. You hiss against the initial shock, but you can't stop the heat that rushes into your face, and the whiny moan that leaves your lips.

"Mm... fuck, just like that." He growls into your neck, his voice and need sinking into you. Eustass seems to squeeze your entire body for a moment before sucking in a hissing breath and taking a step back. Turning you around, he presses you against the counter until he's sure you're steady on your own.

He goes back over to the box on the counter, and you can't even protest. Even if you had it in you to put up more resistance, you had just enough wherewithal to keep yourself upright and that was it.

Eustass comes back over to you, setting items down on the counter before lifting you up so you can sit on the countertop. He kisses you, cradling your face in his hand. The tender kiss and gentle gesture help revitalize you a little bit, and soft random kisses fall onto your shoulders and collarbone as he uses medical tape to secure a rotor to each of your nipples.

"Y-you're going to break me," you say, a small nervous laugh in your voice.

"I'll put you back together if I do," he replies with a sly smirk. "One more to go, (Y/N), hang in there."

You feel your entire body flush. It wasn't often that Eustass used your name, but it was always at the best times.

"Lift up the apron and spread your legs for me." He commands, stepping back just enough to enjoy the show.

You do as commanded, face so hot from embarrassment that you almost felt dizzy. You catch Kid's expression, his tongue slipping across his lip before he leans down between your thighs. Spreading your lips his tongue teases your clit, and you can feel the new pleasure mixing with the two vibrators inside you, pushing you back toward an orgasm again.

Hands against the counter you couldn't stop your hips from shifting toward Eustass as the pleasure builds. One last hard suck is all you get from him before he stops, the building orgasm fading away again.

"You're..." You stop your thought, the exasperation already in your tone.

"I'm what, Mouse?" He asks, pushing the final rotor against your clit and taping it into place before he stands back up.

Something in his gaze makes you shiver, and you look away, unsure of what to say. Eustass leans down and tilts your chin up toward him, capturing your gaze, his golden eyes demanding your attention.

"I'm what, Mouse?" He asks again, his tone demanding, and the words driving into you.

"... Evil." You say finally, as a toothy grin splits his face and makes you shiver in all the right ways. "Absolutely... evil." You admit, leaning toward that smile.

A strong grip in your hair holds you in place, as a single finger pushes the rotor taped between your legs against your clit with more pressure. There's a click and the three new vibrators whir into life against you. You squirm and moan from the sensation of it, eyes still held in his gaze. Having him watch you so intently and being unable to effectively look away makes it more embarrassing, and you can feel yourself rushing toward an orgasm.

You can't even hope to hide it from Kid, his gold eyes are drinking in every twitch and shudder you make. You get so much closer to cumming than you had so far that evening, but all the vibrators cut off at once and you can't stop the frustrated, almost tearful, whine that escapes you.

"That's more like it," he says, kissing the corners of your eyes. "Dress like this whenever you want me to bully you to tears, Mouse."

Eustass steps back, leaning against the counterspace across from you. He glances down after he catches your gaze and then looks back up at you. "C'mere and show me what you want so bad."

You slide off the counter and walk toward him. There's a small part of you that wants to just read him the riot act and demand he take care of you properly, but a larger part of you is enjoying this entire scenario, and that part of you gets down on your knees in front of him.

There's a pleased hum from Eustass as you undo his belt and pants, moving them and his boxers out of the way just enough to free his fully erect cock. It was obvious from the strain against the fabric, and the wet spot on his boxers that he was enjoying this scenario as much as you were.

Licking your lips, you took him into your mouth as deeply as you could in one go. There was a soft hiss from Eustass as you suck along as his shaft, pulling back from your initial plunge slowly. You steady yourself with your hands against his thighs, holding onto the fabric of his jeans as you take him in even deeper the second time.

"Fuck, you really want me to fill you up, don'tcha Mouse?" He runs his hand across the top of your head, tilting it back a little and getting you to look up at him. "Shit it's tempting to just cum all over that needy little face of yours."

There's a click as you lean back, and you feel the vibrators in your pussy come to life again. You gasp softly against his dick and moan as you take him into your mouth once more. Moving up and down his length you press your tongue into him, sucking and moaning and glancing up at him when you can. Everything you can think of to drive him to give you what you want.

Eustass grabs your hair after a minute and pulls you deeper for a second, "Close your eyes," he grunts, as he pulls your head back. You close your eyes and leave your mouth open. You can hear him swear before warm cum lands on your face. "Goddamn, Mouse, how do you do that?"

"Do what?" You ask, licking his pleasure from your lips and smearing it on your cheeks. You meant to try and wipe it off your face, but you didn't think about how viscous it was.

"Hells," Eustass covers his face for a moment before sighing. "You do that hot porno shit like you're part of the business." He growls kneeling down and laying you down on the floor gently as he moves over you. "It's fucking hot."

You look away with him over you. "It just... I mean..." You feel him slowly pulling the two vibrators out from inside you. "Haa... it's your fault."

"My fault? I didn't teach you to keep your mouth open like that." He says, leaning down and kissing along your neck, rubbing his cock against your slit. He's already so hard again it's hard to believe he just came a moment ago.

"Oh... I just... um." Your face is burning hot, and your voice goes quiet. "Wanted you... in my mouth..."

Eustass freezes over you for a moment. You can feel him looking at you even if you couldn't look back at him. After a moment you can hear him sigh and he spreads your legs by hooking them over his arms, bringing your hips up to his as he leans back and sits upright.

"I might actually break you, Mouse." He says before his cock pushes into your pussy in one swift motion. You cry out from the sensation, and it's pure pleasure. You're so wet and so worked up that there was no resistance.

There's still the deep feeling of being almost too full as you stretch and adjust to his size. He leans forward again, palms on the floor as his arms keep your legs spread wide. You hold onto his arms with your hands as he begins to move, long steady thrusts at first until his hips are smacking into yours. You're so wet you can feel the mess between you with each thrust. It's embarrassing, but the embarrassment of it is turning you on more.

The steady grinding thrusts push you over the edge in short order and your first orgasm of the evening tenses your body against his, your nails digging into his arms as your toes curl. You try to say his name, but the pleasure shivers your words into something unintelligible.

There's a pleased grin on Kid's face and you realize you came on your own. He begins to move again, thrusting into you and then pushing into you before pulling out and repeating the motion. After the third time you feel him shift.

"I knew I was forgetting something." There was a click and the rotors that were taped against your nipples and clit started to vibrate again.

"Wait, Kid, no-hngh, n-no f-fair!" You move to try and take them off, but he grabs your arms and pins them to the floor.

"This is, completely fair, Mouse." He says with a sly grin. Every time he thrusts into you and then presses against you, it drives the rotor into your clit more forcefully.

Being pinned, fucked, and teased with toys was too much. You could feel another orgasm building, and you twitched uselessly under Eustass.

"I'm g-gonna scream... K-Kid I'm going to c-cum too haa-hard!"

"I swear I'm going to move you into a house just so you can scream for me," he growls, leaning down and grinding into you as he kisses you deeply.

The sounds of your second orgasm are devoured by Kid's mouth. You cry into the kiss and shiver and squirm under him as the pleasure jolts through your body.

He breaks the kiss as you come down from the orgasm, both of you breathing heavy.

"Shit, sorry Mouse, I can't hold back." He swears. "You're too fuckin' hot like this."

Eustass starts to thrust into you with such force you're a little worried the floor tiles will crack. It's not so rough that it hurts, but you can't hardly say anything as the machine-worthy pace pushes into you. There's little that you can except hold onto his arms and wonder if you'll ever be able to match his stamina someday.

Your legs and arms start to shake as the pleasure builds up in you again. The rotors are still going, and while he's not pushing them into you like he was before, they're still effective.

Eustass' pale skin is flushed red down to his shoulders, his hair's starting to stick to his face and neck from the exertion. His pace slows for a moment as he leans down and kisses you, the longer grinding motion of his hips pushing the toy against your clit again. You moan into the kiss, body twitching as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting your fingers run along his back.

"Don't care... if you're gonna scream... this time, Mouse." Eustass asserts as his pace picks back up. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing, licking and nipping at your sensitive flesh.

The pace, pleasure, and vibrations push you over the edge, your body tensing and curling under him. You manage a broken desperate cry of his name as your body shudders in exhaustion and pleasure and you hear him swear softly. His whole body seems to clench as he manages a few rough thrusts, grunting against the pleasure as you can feel him twitching while he fills you up inside.

You can feel hot, heavy air crashing against you as he works to catch his breath for a second before slowly pulling out of you. With the toys still going you moan and squirm at the added sensation, holding onto him while you're still trying to catch your breath.

"You make it real hard to stop when you do that," He say, practically sighing the words and nearly pushing back into you.

"O-off!" You gasp, as he pulls all the way out. "K-Kid turn the toys off!"

He tries not to laugh as a snorted chuckle escapes him. "Sorry, Mouse." He says as the soft click of the remote turns them off.

You finally sink into the tiles, covered in cum, sweat, pleasure and exhaustion trying to catch your breath. Kid kisses your forehead softly before he starts to take the toys and what few pieces of clothing you were wearing off you. In the couple minutes it takes him to do this you can see he's already caught a second wind.

Picking you up in his arms he starts toward the bathroom.

"Mm, the food," you murmur. The earlier fun had worn you out, and Kid was warm, but you also didn't want your kitchen to catch fire.

"I turned the burner off a while ago, don't worry." He assures you. "We'll get it back to cookin' after we get cleaned up."

"Though," Kid muses after a moment. "If you have enough energy to cook after I clean you up, we might have to order in."

"Eh?" You weren't quite following.

"It was really hot, I don't know if I can just leave you alone in the kitchen after that." He explains with a grin. "No matter what you are or aren't wearin'."

You feel your face heat up as you hide it in his chest. "I, er, you can finish cooking then."

Kid laughs as he sets you down to start filling the bath. "In nothing but an apron? Sure, Mouse."

[lilystyles]

stuck in the middle with you.

part seven of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles

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authors note the finale, welcome and enjoy! i hope you've liked this series as much as i have enjoyed writing it. i plan to do blurbs of these guys! at ur requests!! follow me to see new one-shots or series coming in future xxxx

brief description y/n is the maid of honour and harry is the best man, what happens when they are forced to share a room? do they reconcile their issues or are they too far gone.

warnings! swearing, sexual themes, alcohol abuse, and ANGST. (10.6k words)

inexperienced!reader x fwb!harry

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That night felt like a long time ago now. The memory had a hazy glow of golden light filling it in Y/n’s mind it felt so far away from where she was now. It felt unreachable and dreamlike.

And yet funnily enough Y/n still replayed it in her mind most nights when she couldn’t sleep, it kept her up into the wee hours of the morning, and she wished she could understand. She just wished she understood it. But she still couldn’t, no matter how many times she replayed it she always came to the same conclusion; Harry wasn’t hers and he had never been. All those months really were just a bit of fun to him, a secret fling. She was sure most of his flings were secret, but then again maybe he just didn’t want anyone to know about her. When they weren’t talking and he was off being famous she saw countless paparazzi photos of him looking quite scandalous with many different men and women, and mentions of his new flings, and during university, he had a new person every week whom he’d come into her room to hide from while Y/n went out and made them guilt filled pancakes. Sometimes she’d bump into them around campus and they’d ask after Harry and she’d just give a shrug as if to say, what can you do?

Whenever she started to feel sombre about it all, and lonely without him, she reminded herself of the fact that he was so sick to his stomach embarrassed by the idea of people knowing about them, that he ended things with her just like that. With no consideration or gentleness which was so out of his character when it came to his friends. She had never seen him so callous with someone whom he claimed he was close to. Even if he saw her as just his friend, she didn’t ever take him as that kind of guy. Harry was not a careless person, if anything he cared too much. Thought over and over before speaking.

It had been a month nearly two since that weekend of absolute foggy chaos. Everything was different now. But she could still remember that morning he came to see her crystal clear though, and that memory was grey and bitter now. It was early, and Y/n though hungover had woken up with the sun. Unusual for her, but something other than the Tequila had her feeling nauseous and his name was Harry. She felt something gnawing in her tummy, and it was almost like she could sense something bad was coming. She just really hadn’t expected what did come.

Harry told her he would call her but he hadn’t, which worried her because he always called. He showed up with little warning, Y/n had already rolled herself up in her blanket on the couch planning to spend the day with her face in her toilet. But she heard a knocking at her door just as she’d turned the telly on.

She opened it and was met with Harry’s green eyes, the rims were red from a lack of sleep. His eyes were puffy and he looked about as terrible as she felt, she tried to assume it was just his hangover. His hair was wet and so was his jumper, it must’ve been raining, she hadn’t heard it. He’d been up all night stressed out over thinking while staring at the new series of photos of Y/n kissing his cheek and him looking at her with these love-filled eyes. Not to mention there were so many of his obsessive fans commenting and being hateful towards her, her looks, everything. To Harry she was perfect and he despised what they were saying. He could handle what people said about him, but now that it was Y/n he wanted to cry. He never wanted her to know or read any of the comments. He couldn’t bear it.

Y/n hadn’t checked her Instagram for a few days but if she looked she’d see millions of requests to her Instagram. She wasn’t much of a social media user other than the ones she used for contact with her family.

“Oh, hey.” She said softly, voice all scratchy she looked very ill.

He had this look on his face, and Y/n could tell he had bad news. But she didn’t expect him to say what he said. 

He made them both a cup of tea each and they sat down on her couch but something was shaky and aloof about him. The early morning news played in the background and Y/n felt her head throbbing hard against her skull as she tried hard to focus on him.

“I think it’s for the best if we just stop this.” He said quickly like ripping off a bandaid.

Y/n felt a lump form in her throat and it hurt to swallow.

She blinked. A beat passed and she felt like she couldn’t speak.

“Stop?” Was all she could say, it sounded weak and croaky.

“I-” He was almost speechless. He saw the glaze of tears spreading over her eyes and a wave of guilt spread underneath his skin like wildfire. But he did not back down and backtrack, he just waited for her response. 

He felt guilty, but he knew if they’d gotten even more serious, and he’d told her he loved her and finally told her how he felt that this cloud of trouble that came with being famous would follow her too.

She just nodded at him, biting her lip trying to hold back the tears. They’d risked it, and now they were suffering the consequences. How could they even be friends after something like this? It hadn’t been smart at all! She felt like a fucking idiot. This was her own fault. She should’ve known. Even though Harry is sensitive, even though he is kind, even though he acts like he is hers, she should have known that he did not want to settle down with her. Be with her. He’d had their whole lives to try it on with her, what made her think adding some sex was going to change that?! She felt ridiculous, this was so fucking cliche. She had become that girl. That stupid girl who believed she could change him.

Now she just wished she’d done nothing at all and stayed inexperienced and sad and alone. At least then she didn’t feel this painful weight in her chest like she couldn’t breathe. Like an elephant was sitting on her chest and she had a rock in her throat. She wanted to claw at the skin by her jugular rip it open and dig out the uncomfortable lump.

It hurt terribly to lose him that first time when they’d only been friends. How would she recover from this? It took her months to move on from that. She was a deeply sensitive person, who despite contrary beliefs noticed little things about people and picked up on things others didn’t. She wondered if it was because she had no experience with romantic love and only just these deep-rooted friendships. But it meant losing a friend felt like mourning. She didn’t know if her heart would handle this. She felt embarrassed that she cared so deeply.

But he wasn’t just a boy he was Harry. He was one of her oldest friends. He knew her, he really knew her, better than anyone else. And now she just had to forget him?

Suddenly those nights that were perfect had begun to tarnish with a bitter blackness that she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t talk, she felt like she’d been winded. 

Harry said nothing and watched her, waiting.

She stared at the hands in her lap and her eyes looked like they were a second away from spilling a tear. When his hand reached for hers, she acted like his touch had burned and only then did she look at him. He felt guilt crawl under his skin and he felt like vomiting as a sweat crept up his neck.

“Okay. I understand, it was never meant to be more than once anyway. You can go now, I don’t feel good. I don’t want you to catch this cold.” She said with a flat soft tone, fast like she had something better to do, and like this was very unimportant compared to her other to-do’s.

When he looked for the hurt in her eyes he was met with a harsh cold look he hadn’t expected or ever seen in her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll see you.” 

His hands itched to stroke her cheek but he refrained and instead got up put his coat on and left without another word. When the door shut and she heard his footsteps get quieter Y/n placed her hand on her heart and begged for her lungs to breathe, as a wetness landed on her cheeks and she fell to the floor trying to ground herself. Where had all the air gone? He hadn’t taken that with him too, had he?

He didn’t see her. She didn’t see him. In fact, they’d actively avoided each other since that day. Their friends knew now they’d been together (they had assumed but now knew for sure), the tabloids knew too, and the entire world knew they’d had a steamy fling. But none of them knew why things had ended, and neither did Y/n really. But she wasn’t going to question Harry, especially because that meant speaking to him. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to, not without crying or making a fool of herself.

She should’ve known that he had always been carefree when it came to sex and he wasn’t particularly tied down to one place or person he was free. A free spirit, which is probably what helped him be such a good lover, he was attentive and enjoyed making the other person feel good, Y/n was sure the men or women he’d slept with could agree he was good. She wondered if they felt like she did like he was falling in love too.

What made her think she could change him? Why did she let herself get tangled in him, now everything she did was embedded in the memories. It had been nearly six months since New Year's. 

It was Summer now, the cold had vanished and gone with it so had the person who kept her warm. When she met with Daisy to go to the dress fittings for bridesmaids dresses the last person the two girls expected to run into was Harry of all people. He was in one shop over looking for a gift for James and Daisy. Their wedding was in two weeks. He’d been pondering what to get them, they had the most important things already — love, happiness, and great clothes. What do you buy people who have everything they need? They were rich in things that mattered.

Daisy now knew everything that had happened because Y/n told her when she knocked down her door and found Y/n on the floor hidden in mountains of takeaway containers listening to Taylor Swift. She almost wanted to call Miss Taylor herself, after all, she’d written like two albums about Harry. Y/n thought that was rather understandable. He stayed stuck in her brain like honey to her fingers.

Daisy didn’t know what was wrong with Harry and didn’t understand what went wrong. They were perfect for each other, she’d thought so since primary school. She was trying hard to get them to speak, and resolve this. She hated it when they weren’t talking. It just didn’t feel right. She didn’t like it the first time when he got lost in the fame. It was weird seeing them not attached at the hip.

But still, she certainly hadn’t planned to bump into him with Y/n today, who had only just started to leave her flat a few weeks ago, she knew Y/n wasn’t ready. But they had no choice. Y/n had been the one to see him first, well, she unknowingly bumped into a passerby on the crowded street but when the skin against hers basically burnt she whipped her head at the feeling, a slight knowing tingled in her chest and she was met with the green eyes she saw at night, that tormented her daydreams and nightmares too.

Her eyes widened for a moment and Daisy spoke first which Y/n was pathetically thankful for. She thought she must’ve dreaming and in her worst nightmare. She dug her nails into her palm to see if she was awake.

When she felt a piercing pain she knew she was, and she wished the floor would open and swallow her whole never to be seen again.

“Haz? What are you doing here?” Daisy felt like she was interrupting something but knew Y/n needed her help. She was staring at him like he was a ghost, her skin had paled.

He smiled but it didn’t quite meet his eyes when he saw Y/n looking anywhere but at him. The gum on the floor seemed more interesting to her than her old friend Harry.

“Jus’ shopping.” He replied vaguely, as he gestured to the bags in his hands.

Daisy nodded. “Us too. Y/n needs her maid of honour dress, it’s super beautiful, we are on our way to pick it up.”

He smiled. “Oh, nice.”

He noticed the cup in Y/n’s hands. During the summer she loved Matcha it was her summer drink. She especially loved it from this little place around the corner, it was this hole-in-the-wall type of cafe called Lily’s. It’d been somewhere they’d go and study or get some snacks after a long day. It was a place from their years as roommates. When Y/n was particularly down during the summertime Harry would go and buy it for her and bring it home. It always cheered her up. One time this guy Mike stood her up on a date, and Harry bought her a matcha and walked her to her class. On the way they’d run into him walking with another girl and Harry threw his Iced Americano on him.

“Lily’s and shopping? Your favourite.” He said softly trying to laugh, and see her smile like normal, but when she looked at him, it looked like she was in pain. Then suddenly her face was blank. He didn’t know what she was feeling. She felt far from him and unreachable. He’d tried to call her phone but she’d never called back.

“Lily’s isn’t my favourite anymore. They changed their recipe.”

No, they hadn’t. She still loved it there, Y/n just wanted to make it obvious that he didn’t get to act like he knew her. Even though he did, he wasn’t allowed to. Not anymore.

Call her dramatic all you want. But being hurt by her oldest friend wasn’t something she could just brush underneath the carpet and pretend wasn’t there. And why did he have to be famous? If she’d finally forgotten about him for a while then she’d see him on telly, on her socials, on a fucking billboard, hear him on the radio. He was impossible to escape. He even invaded her dreams.

“Shame.”

She shrugged. “Guess I’ll just have to find a new place.”

Harry felt like that was targeted, and resisted the urge to clutch his chest.

There was a pause of the two of them staring at each other and then Harry looked at his watch. “I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you.”

Y/n felt a rush. I’ll see you.

She didn’t see him again until the rehearsal dinner a few weeks later during the peak of Summer heat. Daisy had decided to have her wedding in the countryside, it was beautiful. The hotel all the guests were staying in was this adorable Inn called The Butterfly. The venue was a gorgeous winery. It was perfect. Exactly what Daisy had wanted, cosy, homey, and small. But the winery itself was luxurious and decorated beautifully.

The wedding party was massive though. Full of family and friends. Y/n’s parents were there because they knew Daisy’s and James’ families quite well. Anne and Gemma too. Basically, all of Holmes Chapel was there. It felt like a fucking reunion, Y/n even saw her Kindergarten teacher Miss Prattley. Who happened to be Daisy’s second cousin.

The rehearsal dinner was at this swanky restaurant the winery owned not far from the Inn. It was booked out just for them. It had chandeliers and crisp white tables, crystal glasses for the drinks. Properly fancy, like that restaurant Harry took her to.

Y/n arrived early to the dinner with Penny by taxi. Penny was wearing a clean and elegant-looking suit, it was cream-coloured. Her hair was slicked back and she looked like she was from an eighties music video in the best way possible. She always had a clean, corporate look to her, Y/n said it was because she was a lawyer.

Y/n had gone for a more fitting look at the scenery and weather. She was in a floral sundress that she paired with soft pink heels and gold jewels. She looked beautiful as always. Gentle dewy makeup, and hair styled up. She looked simply adorable and soft.

When the two girls walked up the pebbled driveway they heard a crunch behind them, and there he was. He was in a billowy black button-up and deep brown dress pants. He had some of the buttons undone on his shirt exposing his tattoos, he looked fucking good. Y/n hated him for it. Penny smiled rushing to give him a hug and greeting. Harry had only just arrived today.

Penny rushed ahead of them both at the call of her name from someone (any excuse to get away from that she hated being in the middle). 

Harry and Y/n fell into step silently shoes crunching against the gravel, Y/n tried to slip. And though the tension was horrible, she still had a sense of comfort in Harry’s presence. She didn’t feel the need to talk or scream. He could surely tell by her cold and blunt mannerisms how she felt about the whole thing and how she felt about him. How could he not? He’d released a new album and she hadn’t said anything to him or even bothered to listen. Normally no matter how long it had been she always told him her favourite song and congratulated him. He’d received nothing from her that day.

Had she even listened? She had to know all the songs on that album were about her.

Y/n would like to once again say it wasn’t that he ended things with her, if he didn’t like her anymore that’s fine but it was so sudden. It's how he did it, and why? She was only left to conclude his reason was that he was embarrassed and that annoyed her. What was wrong with her? Was she not cool enough? Not famous enough? Not experienced enough? Not Kendell Jenner or a singer? She thought he liked that Y/n was from the past, but maybe he had changed too much and needed something new and shiny.

But seriously what was so wrong with her he had to run for the hills at the idea of anyone knowing he might’ve slightly liked her — or at the very least found her attractive. What was it? That’s what drove her crazy. 

Why? 

Why? 

WHY?

What drove her even crazier was that he wanted to go back to being old chums from Uni or home. She wasn’t his old friend anymore, she was just someone he had a lot of memories with now. They couldn’t revert back. Especially if he never tells her the truth. They’d have to be these horrible fake strangers.

“You look nice.” He said breaking the silence. The air was humid and thick outside.

And Y/n snapped her head in his direction as they began to walk inside the foyer, the heat had them both glistening in a light sheen of sweat. At least it was nice and cool inside, she found some relief from it. 

His comment was so outrageous to her that she said nothing at all.  

“So I’m getting the silent treatment?” She could feel his eyes on her cheek.

“Until I can think of a reason to talk with you, yeah.” She said clenching the purse in her hand and looking ahead at the room where everyone waiting inside.

“What does that mean?”

She turned her face and suddenly they were almost nose to nose, she hadn’t realised he was so close. “The only reason I’m here is for Daisy and James. My being here believe it or not isn’t to see you. Stop treating me like a hurt puppy. You don’t owe me your pathetic guilt. Just stop.”

He opened his mouth and shut it again.

“I’m not an ex-girlfriend but I’m not just Y/n either. Things are different now. Don’t treat it like something it isn’t. I don’t wish to be around you, and I’m here out of respect for our friends. I’m not going to make this nice weekend about us. Whatever the fuck this little thing is,” She said her hand pointing at the both of them.

He grabbed her arm and she didn’t pull away only looking at him defeated. “Why can’t we go back to the way we were before?” He said desperately.

She yanked her hand away and scoffed at that comment. “We made a mistake, and now we have to deal with it. What about that don’t you under—”

“Guys!!” Called James. “You coming?” He was dressed in blue his long brown hair brushed neater than normal.

Y/n turned and a faux smile returned to her face. “Yeah coming!”

Harry had never been on Y/n’s bad side before and he had to say it was much worse than he expected. He followed behind and Y/n held back from stomping her foot and throwing a tantrum when she saw she was seated beside Harry tonight, maid of honour and best man. For fucks sake.

The food was delicious, Y/n’s wine was great too and after a few, she was feeling more relaxed despite the intense presence to her left watching her the whole night. She started to laugh with others at the table, and when Anne came over to chat Y/n was kind and friendly. 

Clearly, Anne had no idea they were no longer speaking and still assumed they were together. “You two look so nice tonight.”

Y/n smiled. “Aww, thank you, Anne.”

“That is a nice necklace, Darling.” Said Anne looking at Harry’s neck. 

Y/n didn’t look until Harry said “Y/n got it for me, back in Uni.”

She whipped her head to look at his neck. There sat the pedant. She fought the urge to rip it off his neck. 

“Aren’t you just darling?” Said Anne with a smile getting up to go speak to someone, interrupting them. Y/n smiled as Anne stroked her cheek and when she left she relaxed back into her pout. Everyone was chatting to others and Y/n thought no one would notice if she slipped away for some fresh air. 

She walked outside clutching her purse and taking a seat on the concrete steps taking in a deep breath. She pulled out a secret cigarette one in case of emergencies and lit it. She knew it was silly, but she needed a distraction. The nicotine hit her throat and she shut her eyes. She needed a moment to herself.

And as she looked up at the clear night sky and tried to remember constellations she felt her heart rate slow and her skin unprickle. For a moment she felt relief but when she heard the door swing open and heard footsteps that were too familiar she knew she was going to have very little relief at all this weekend, her luck lately was apparently not there at all.

She continued smoking. 

“Can we talk? I don’t feel we finished our conversation earlier.”

Y/n shut her eyes. “There’s nothing to say, H.”

The nickname slipped from her mouth with little thought. She sounded so tired of it all, and Harry noticed by the way her shoulder slumped and her voice drawled out in a slower more rumbling sound.

“You seemed to have plenty ta’ say before. C’mon.”

She opened her eyes when she felt him sit down beside her, his thigh touched hers and she tried to ground herself. 

“I don’t have anything to say. I said it all.”

“You could explain why you’re ignoring me.”

She huffed out a scoff. “Are you joking?”

He caught her eye, and he finally saw some pain in them. Had the champagne gone to his head? He didn’t know why he was bringing it up. But seeing her again he couldn’t stay away. It was impossible, all the work he had done for months, the willpower he had, not to call her, text her, go around to her flat and get on his knees and beg for her to forgive him. That strength and discipline he’d had was flying right out the window the moment he was near her.

“Harry we messed up.”

He frowned hands rubbing against his knees. “Who says?”

“Me.” She turned to him throwing the finished cigarette on the floor and stomping on it. “I can’t even look at you right now, we ruined it. We should’ve- I should’ve known better than to be this stupid and reckless,”

“What was so reckless about it? We were just having fun and it came to a natural end.”

That one stung. It stung deep. So deep it burned. “I’m not like you! We both knew that. We both knew I’m not that kind of girl. I’m not carefree, I’m not sexy, I’m not casual, I’m not half in half out. You knew I wasn’t that girl, why did you make me believe I was?”

He didn’t know what that meant exactly. He didn’t know how to reply.

“I should’ve fucking known. You left me once and I should’ve known you’d do it again. I never know why. You must just get sick of me. A little warning would be nice but don’t worry this won’t happen again. You won’t have to hear from me again.”

“Y/n that’s not true and you know it.” He tried to argue but she was off on a tangent, and he wanted to hear what she said. He wanted to know how she felt. See if he could fix it.

“I’ll see you at these kinds of things and be polite, I’ll be nice to your mum, I’ll smile when you do well with another tour or album, but I won’t be with you. I won’t be something you can come back to when you’re bored of the models and singers and parties. I’ll be a real old friend, who isn’t in touch with you for a real reason. Maybe we will see each other at a Christmas party again, and I’ll smile and wave and we’ll both leave with our boring dates and that will be that, Harry.”

“Y/n, please do-”

“Oh, save it, Harry! you made a fool out of me! I feel fucking pathetic!” She was regretting her last wine, it made her lips loose and her words honest. She started to walk along the front terrace away from him. 

He followed grabbing her arm. “This isn’t the Y/n I know. This isn’t my Y/n.”

Y/n wanted to punch him, but the touch of his hand felt nice and familiar. 

She couldn’t believe he’d been the first boy she had fallen for. 

She couldn’t pinpoint a moment of when exactly she had, but upon reflection maybe it was on the monkey bars during primary school when Y/n lost her first tooth.

She’d fallen down off them after trying to skip to the third bar. Harry quickly jumped down and brushed the tanbark from her face and told her it was okay. He dug around looking for her tooth as she wailed about how she lost it and hugged her when she cried at her bloody hands. 

That night when she wrote to the tooth fairy she said, ‘My friend Harry found it for me so please be extra nice to him when he loses his first tooth he deserves even more money than I do.’ Her Mum still had the letter hidden in a drawer.

Or maybe it was during high school when she got her first period. It had been in the middle of P.E. and she’d leaked right through her skirt and it was obvious what had happened. Harry, who knew from his older sister Gemma, had been the one to go into the girl's bathroom after seeing her crying and talked to her as she refused to come out. He gave her his shorts and went to the school sick bay to find her some pads. 

Or maybe it was when she found Harry in her bed one night with red eyes cuddling her teddy bear, it was a weekend when her parents had left her alone, and Harry was stoned out of his mind speaking nonsense while reaching for her hand. He’d explained he needed a familiar face and that he found comfort in her room. She let him sleep there until the next morning.

Or maybe it was even when he flew her to Paris to see his show back in his One Direction days and they’d snuck champagne in a limo and he kissed her neck in a way that had her feeling so dizzy that she might fall.

Maybe her feelings had bloomed during the nights when he would ride to her house before the others, on his electric green-coloured bike, convincing her to sneak out with the rest of them and he’d bribe her with her favourite lollies and they’d all go sit on the roof of the school.

It could’ve been the night he scooped her into his arms at their school ball and danced with her until her feet gave out when her date had abandoned her.

She simply could not pinpoint when this had happened, but she thinks all along that she’d loved him, and been in love with him since that first day in mothers group when they were babies. 

She just never knew it had been this deeply until he left, again. It hurt everywhere. When she looked at this person in front of her it made no sense how he could be the boy who found her tooth, the boy who danced with her, the boy who kissed her, the boy who held her hand. How was this the same person? This man in front of her was not the person she’d thought.

“Well, the Harry I know would not have done this to me. I don’t understand you.”

“I just trying to pro-“

“Guys! Toast time!” Said Michael. Harry let go of her arm. 

Once again they were interrupted and Y/n wasn’t going to wait for another chance to escape. They went inside and Y/n flattened her hair which she was sure had fluffed up in the wind. Harry stayed close and began to whisper something which Y/n shushed and they walked into the room.

“Y/n! Speech!” Called Penny.

Y/n blushed under the attention. Grabbing her champagne, everyone tapped their glasses with their dessert spoon and soon all eyes were on her. She took a sip and began to think of what to say that wasn’t already in her Maid of Honour speech tomorrow.

“It has been an honour to know Daisy and James since preschool, it means I know all the juicy stuff! Like when he asked her to the school dance with an old boombox from his dad’s shed because Daisy explained she loved that film with John Cusack. In fact, it had actually been my idea, I was there holding him on my shoulders because he wanted to seem taller.” 

Everyone laughed and Y/n locked her eyes on the pair of them sitting together hand in hand.

“But in all seriousness, I have never met two people more perfect for each other. Daisy and James are like butter and bread. They make sense, they are solid, and they are unmovable. To you, it might be Sid and Nancy or Bonnie and Clyde or even Romeo and Juliet, but to me, it’s James and Daisy. They are love, they are what give me hope, and they are two of my very best friends. Congratulations, I am so thankful to be here to celebrate your love for each other. I love you both. Have a good night everyone!”

The night was smoother sailing from then on. It drew to around midnight, Daisy and James had both left earlier to go off and get a good night's sleep and Y/n was helping organise a bit of a cleanup of presents and other decorations she knew Daisy might want as mementos. 

She had thought everyone had left so when she heard the padding of shoes she was surprised and startled all at once. 

“Hi.” Harry slurred. “I know yeh’ don’t want to talk to me, but m’phone’s flat. Can I jus’ use yours ta’ call a taxi?”

Y/n had hired someone from the hotel to drive her back in twenty minutes and had already rung them up earlier to confirm it. “You can ride with me. The car will be here soon. Have some water.”

Even though she was boiling mad with him it didn’t matter, she would always help him. He listened curling up on the floor childishly and sipping some water. Y/n’s movements were slow and he could tell she was tired. 

They’d both made the journey today and had yet to see their rooms. Penny booked the rooms and organised everyone's roommates for the group, neither knew who they were with and hadn’t been to the Inn yet. When the car arrived Y/n realised how drunk Harry was and when he nearly slipped on the concrete steps she reached for him and instinctively he wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she helped him to the car.

She put him in first helping him flop into the spacey backseat and then joined him walking around the other side. As she opened the door his dark brown waves messily parted onto her seat, he was strewn out like a sunbaking lizard. She tried to make him sit up but he whined. His head shifted until it was on her thigh and she’d gotten in all the way. He stopped whining after that and let his head rest there on the silky material of her dress.

“M’ sorry.” He whispered. 

Y/n pretended she didn’t hear him, but let him rest his head. Drunk Harry was stubborn. They arrived quickly so she was thankful for it being close by she was losing her mind, as she helped him inside and walked to the front desk she asked who was under each room. Antsy to get him dropped off and finally have a chance for a moment to herself.

“Last names please?” Asked the lady at the front desk, she looked young, like a teenager, with very little interest in her job. She had a book flipped open on the desk that she had been reading when they came in.

“Styles and L/n.”

She handed them a key. “17.”

Y/n frowned. “Sorry?”

“You two are in the suite upstairs, 17.”

She was going to kill Penny. She huffed a sigh, thanking the girl before she grabbed a firmer hold of Harry’s waist. Her fingers accidentally brushed the bare skin of his hip and the only feeling she felt was regret. Why did they ruin everything? Even if the sex was great, she’d wished she’d never done it. It physically hurt her to be near him. She felt a bruising weight in her chest that ached deeply and burned her throat.

As she helped Harry up the steps she was thankful both of their bags were already in the rooms having been dropped off earlier. She opened the door with the key while balancing Harry against her, and as she slipped inside she thought it looked nice for the next two days and definitely worth the fee they were asking. The room had a balcony that overlooked the little river and garden outside, a nice luxurious ensuite. But overall it looked cosy, with a fireplace which would’ve been nice in winter, no air-con though, and…one bed.

Well fuck, she’d have to call housekeeping tomorrow and ask for them to put two beds in. 

Harry was too drunk to notice right away until Y/n placed him on the bed and helped him get his shoes off. 

“Didn’t know.” He tried to explain big hands resting on thighs, and despite it all, she remembered them on her body.

Y/n sighed and turned when he began to strip himself of his clothes. She grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and moved over to the small couch in front of the TV, she doubted she would be able to sleep. It was stinking hot, and she hadn’t slept much lately. Not to mention she would hardly be able to with him right there.

“Where are y’goin’?” He asked as she began to make a bed on the tiny couch.

Y/n didn’t look at him as she did so. “Couch.”

“Y/n we can share a bed. Don’t be silly.”

Y/n was tired and tipsy and her back hurt from the long train journey here. “Fine.”

It wasn’t like they hadn’t before and she would deal with all of this tomorrow. Anyway, would she rather not sleep on a couch or a comfy-looking bed? She knew her answer.

Harry had chosen to sleep naked, it was very warm in the room, and he curled up on the left side facing the bathroom. Y/n grabbed some small silky pyjamas from her suitcase. It was a thin singlet and shorts that would help her feel as naked as possible in this heat. She walked to the bathroom past Harry and began to wash her face with some cool water and combed her hair smoothing out any tangles, as she opened the door she decided she would plait it back so it didn’t stick to her skin.

Harry’s eyes were shut but she couldn’t tell if he was actually asleep or not. His breathing had slowed to a normal tempo and as she slid into the other side beside him the rumble of his voice startled her. 

“Cute pjs.”

She let out a huffed sigh and slapped her arms against the cool duvet. “Shut up.”

Y/n willed herself to sleep, counting until she got bored, and tried to do some deep breathing, but nothing was working the heat was too much. She felt like she’d been tossing and turning for centuries. Eventually, she kicked the duvet off and sat up, checking the alarm clock beside the bed. It was nearly three. Harry was fast asleep. She got up and walked onto the balcony, sitting down in one of the chairs they had out there as she let the evening breeze hit her. Though it was hot it was cooler outside. She supposed it didn’t help that Harry was like a fucking heater. He ran so hot and even without his arms wrapped around her he still radiated heat like the sun.

She knuckled her eyes pulling her knees up to her chest, resting her chin as she yawned; sleep felt close and far all at once. The breeze made her shut her eyes and she enjoyed the peaceful noise of frogs in the river, and crickets chirping, and let her thoughts melt away. When she opened her eyes she didn’t know if time had passed or not, and did not remember falling asleep.

She wondered what had woken her up, it wasn’t the sun, though the sun did not seem far from her. The sky was at that stage where it was a lighter blue than night, it was just a few minutes before the sun was going to bleed colours into the sky.

It wasn’t an alarm, it wasn’t day yet, and the wind was still gentle and cooling. 

“Wha’ are y’doin’ out here?” When her eyes finally focussed she realised it was Harry who had woken her up. His hand was pressed to her shoulder, and his face looked puffy and confused.

Y/n was too half asleep to get the words out of her mouth. 

“Just come inside.” He grabbed at her wrist pulling her up into his chest. He was still a bit drunk but his skin had begun to pale in sobriety and a deep sadness filled his face that Y/n wondered if was related to her, she hoped he hurt a little bit like she did.

His hand hovered over her waist and pushed her to the bed.

When they began to settle into bed, Y/n felt her limbs sinking into the soft mattress. Harry had turned the fan on higher and they both lay on their backs staring at the white ceiling. Her eyes were shutting on her.

“Can I hold you?” He whispered and she felt like it could’ve been her imagination.

Until he cut himself off he shifted back to look at the roof. “Sorry.”

Y/n didn’t know if it was because she didn’t get closure, because she missed him, or because she was sad, or simply because she slept better with him there, or even because she’d had a few too many but she rolled over and pressed her back into his chest.

“One last time.” She said before shutting her eyes. His arms wrapped around her tightly like he was worried she’d run away like earlier. His fingers danced patterns along her skin and Y/n fell asleep quickly, Harry did too. 

The next morning Harry’s warmth had disappeared and the room was empty. There was no water running he had disappeared and somehow managed to make the bed with her still in it.

Y/n didn’t know whether to be grateful or sad that he had left. She rolled over to the bedside table and saw the time was a few minutes to nine. She sat up scratching her hair and stood up walking to the bathroom she washed her face, put on some moisturiser and sunscreen and slipped into a pair of comfy loose pants and a singlet. She slid into the first pair of shoes she saw and walked off to hunt for some food, mainly just a coffee and something for her throbbing head. She needed an aspirin, now.

The Inn was so quaint it felt like she was in a weird family of hundreds of strangers, it felt like a home, not a hotel. She could smell bacon and followed the scent like a dog in a cartoon. She got herself a plate and a coffee and pinched a muffin too and decided she’d go sit outside. The sun always helped her hangovers.

She opened the door and stepped out onto the porch that wrapped around the whole house full of comfy chairs, rocking ones, swinging ones, padded ones, and benches. She walked down to the edge saw a little padded seat and sat herself down. She enjoyed breakfast, slowly biting and digesting, the wedding was tonight. Starting in the late afternoon. Y/n had a while to prepare herself. She needed to get a lot of things done considering she was the maid of honour.

She needed to make sure both her dress and Daisy’s were ready before tonight. Daisy’s dress was this vintage seventies flowing gown like something Stevie Nicks would wear, they found it in this dead lady's things that were being auctioned off. Y/n originally went because she always found good furniture at those kind of things and was in need of a new coffee table. Daisy just happened to have a free Sunday morning, and by luck they'd found the wedding dress. This lady was cool, with great taste in clothes and coffee tables. Y/n found a panther with a glass table top for her living room. She loved her new edition, it was as eccentric as she'd wanted.

Y/n’s dress was this paled yellow dress, seventies style too. All soft and layered. A floral wrap and some baby pink heels. She was going to do her hair in big rollers and put on some blue eye shadow. She’d found the dress in a vintage shop in Soho and just had to get it. It had this gorgeous white lace trimming and it was the perfect fit for her. How could she pass it up?

When she was up to the final dregs of her coffee she felt someone sit down beside her. 

“Sorry about last night.” That was all he said softly looking down at his feet.

She looked up from her legs. “Yeah, champagne.” She said, shrugging. As if to say 'What can you do?'.

He was in a running getup. He looked sombre at her, hands resting on his thighs hoping they could talk. But Y/n didn't seem interested in talking to him. He wished things could be different. He wanted to say that to her, explain. But without any alcohol or courage, he couldn't find the words.

“Gotta’ run.” She said before he could say anything else and all he could do was watch her retreat away. He let out a big sigh and stood up heading off to find James.

Later that afternoon Y/n saw Harry again. This time he was in a blue suit and they were walking down the aisle together. Their arms were interlocked and Y/n was holding a bouquet of lavender and baby's breath, they both said nothing just walked plastering smiles on their faces for everyone seated watching. Having him close to her again was intoxicating, he smelt all woodsy, and of fresh mint, tobacco, and burnt vanilla. He smelt like Harry, and she'd missed him. She tried not to pay attention to him and just be civil. They moved to their separate sides at the alter faced each other, eyes meeting for a moment.

Y/n honestly looked gorgeous. Like a painting that belonged in a museum.

James looked great too. He was in a white button-down and black flared slacks. His long hair was down in waves and his moustache was neater than usual, he looked excited. His energy rubbed off on everyone else and everyone was getting antsy to celebrate.

Y/n smiled across at James excitedly. Harry was patting his shoulder and the pair of them were giggling about something and it reminded Y/n of assembly during school. Those two always got them all in trouble for chatting during school, devils. When the piano began everyone silenced, it was a cover of 'Dreams' by Fleetwood Mac on the piano. Daisy's Uncle Jay was very talented on the piano and was playing it happily.

The venue was perfect all beautiful flowers and candles lit everywhere, and Daisy’s looked so so so beautiful. She looked so breathtaking that Y/n felt her eyes well up as she watched her best friend walk down the aisle. Daisy’s father Joe was walking alongside her. She was so happy for them.

As the ceremony began no one could keep their eyes off Daisy’s radiance and her dazzling smile.

James' voice was soft and broke as he cried happily. “I have loved you since before I could understand the concept. Thank you for being beautiful, funny, and just my gorgeous girl. I can’t wait to be with you for the rest of my life Daisy, and grow old with you. I am so lucky you want to be my wife."

Harry found his eyes wandering over to Y/n as James' words echoed through the hall. This whole celebration of love was making him awfully upset that he wasn’t with the person he loved today. He wasn’t able to hold her, kiss her, make love to her, make her laugh, make her mad, he wasn’t able to be by her side and pester her with his tickles and teasing. He’d missed Y/n so much, he’d tried getting in touch but knew it would all be a waste she didn't want to talk to him. 

He’d written a whole album about her for Christ's sake, he pined after and missed her more than he thought possible. Of course, he loved her there was no question about it. Selfishly he wanted her back, even if it meant they wouldn’t have privacy with the public. He’d loved her even last night when she’d been so rude and short with him. He wanted to scream it out. I LOVE YOU.

But when their eyes met and she looked at him like he was glass, right through him, he felt invisible and he found himself frowning and trying to focus back on the ceremony. She would never forgive him, would she?

The dinner and reception were hands down the best part of the evening. They’d popped champagne as the sun set and all the group began dancing together joyfully, enjoying mountains upon mountains of delicious food. It was like a Christmas dinner table fit for kings. Chickens, turkeys, fish, salads, lots of crispy potatoes, mashed ones, sweet treats, breads, everything your heart could desire. 

Daisy and James were so happy, giggling together and kissing sloppily as they cut the massive chocolate-layered cake. They stayed together the whole night, holding each other close and chatting away to everyone invited. 

Everyone was dancing and singing together on the dance floor. Y/n was spinning around laughing with Penny and Finn, and her Mum too. She was happy, it was the perfect celebration. Harry kept bumping into old friends, family, and everyone it felt like a reunion and being back to when he was a young teenager at his mum's New Year's parties. He danced too and had quite a few tequilas.

The night was completely wonderful. Full of fun and such a cosy wedding. 

It reminded him an awful lot of the first wedding he ever went to. His Mum's. 

Anne and Robin had announced their engagement a few months prior. It was a beautiful day then too, the second of June, he was nineteen at the time and Y/n was his date to the wedding. They’d come home from Uni for Summer break for a few weeks together, which they would have whether they had the wedding or not. The road trip was to get home but it didn't bother them at all, they just sang together taking turns driving and playing ‘I Spy’. Y/n had been invited on her own by invitation in the mail from Anne, but Harry said they should go together Y/n thought it made sense too.

“Don’t see why you didn’t ask Vanessa.” She said changing in the backseat while Harry covered his eyes with his hands for her privacy and blocked the window from over the car's back facing her. They were on the side of the road changing before the wedding. They’d driven home the morning of and needed to get ready there. They still had a bit of drive before they got there, but Y/n needed to do her hair and makeup in the car.

“Who?” He said. 

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you don’t know your own girlfriend's name, H.”

He laughed, “Oh yeah, right. That Vanessa.”

Y/n tugged her dress up over her bra and stepped out of the car with the zip undone. “Can you do me up?”

He uncovered his eyes and his hands grazed her bare back, the dress showed a peak of her lacey pink undies. He swallowed thickly and zipped it up. “It's pretty, Love.”

She spun around and laughed at herself. It was very pink, but she thought this was the perfect time to wear it. 

“It’s not too pink?" She asked.

Her dress was this bright fuchsia colour with no straps, it was very 80s. Puffy bottom and it was short too.

He shook his head. “No, no such thing. Y’look beautiful.”

She kissed his cheek in thanks.

They got in the car and Y/n began to roll her hair up into some rollers and do her makeup. If you didn’t know them you’ve assumed they’d been dating for years with how in sync they were, and how comfortable they were around each other.

On the drive there Harry was staring off into the distance of the road. He looked gorgeous today, hair all unruly and dimples on his cheek.

“So why didn’t you invite her? Your girlfriend already hates me. She won’t be happy now.” She said applying a nude lip in the rearview.

“I didn’t want to be with her. I wanted to be with you.” He said looking over like it was the most casual thing to say.

Y/n’s heart swelled and she just looked at him. When they arrived Anne was waiting for them inside the church. Harry grabbed Y/n’s hand to guide her and they walked down the entrance their shoes clacking on the tiles. They found Anne with other members of Harry’s family and she rushed over looking picture-perfect. Kissing both of them on their cheeks in greeting, she'd missed them dearly. 

“You two look gorgeous! So glad you came together. Y/n, Love, your Mum’s inside already she’s antsy to see you both. The ceremony doesn’t start for a few more minutes.”

“Alright, see you out there.” Said Y/n giving her one last hug and Harry did the same whispering something before grabbing her hand once more because it felt natural as they walked into the venue. 

Y/n’s Mum spotted them and instantly waved them over. 

“Baby! Harry!” She called rushing over, she was in a nice floral dress that was blue and looked very dressed up. 

She grabbed them both. “Oh my goodness, the pair of you look just stunning! Harry, when are you going to steal Y/n up before someone else does?” 

Harry just laughed at Y/n's Mum in response knowing how much she tried to play Cupid over the years, Y/n rolled her eyes at her and Y/n’s mother stroked her cheek. “My gorgeous girl.”

After the ceremony the two of them had a few drinks and danced, being few of the only others their age who were actually willing to dance. Harry’s hands were on her waist twirling her about and she fell into his arms giggling. 

She hugged him close before they were both pulled away by relatives. Harry had to go speak with some of his cousins from out of town and Y/n was called over by James' older brother Jimmy about some story she needed to tell someone. 

When Harry finally finished talking to his family he searched the crowd for Y/n but her hot pink dress was nowhere to be spotted. He frowned stepping away from the room.

He went for a wander outside walking through the hallway and stepping outside into the fresh summer air. He spotted her sitting over by the steps that led down to a duck pond.

The gravel crunched underneath his Chelsea boots and she looked over smiling. “Hi, Harry.”

“Sneak away did ya’?”

She nodded. “You know me.”

She had a habit of disappearing at parties. He sat down beside her, their thighs pressing together as he nudged her. She nudged him back. 

“I love you, Babe, you know that?” He said, face crinkled in a smile that was specific just to when he was with her.

She looked over at him, chest aching. “I love you too.” She said softly resting her head on his shoulder he wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her close.

“Do you think we will be friends forever?” He asked out of the blue. 

No doubt in her voice, she replied instantly. “You and me, mate, we’re forever.”

The memory made his chest ache and he shut his eyes placing a hand on his heart hoping the sensation would stop soon. But when her laugh echoed from behind him, he knew he was fucked, totally and completely fucked.

As the evening grew later and a blanket of stars and black had swallowed the sky Harry found himself outside walking to a bench to hide away and have a moment to himself, he needed a breather. He’d had a few drinks that had made his knees wobbly as he walked, which is why he felt his brows furrow as he squinted staring ahead. What was that? Was his drunken eyes playing tricks on him? There was a lump that looked like a person lying on the grass. 

“‘Ello?” He called out. 

The lump rolled over and as he stepped closer he realised it was the familiar face of Y/n. His Y/n.

“Oh, Y/n.”

She made a grumble of a noise.

“Wha’ yeh’ doin’ down there?”

“Hiding.” She said.

He looked down at her. “From?”

“You.” She replied.

He sighed heavily. “How many more times am I gonna have ta’ say sorry before you forgive me?”

She sat up. “You give me fucking whiplash, Harry.”

“What? How?”

“First you want me, you're crazy about me. Even if it was just sex, can’t keep your hands off.” She started and Harry could tell she was drunk too, her lips were loose and she was saying anything she thought. 

“I’ve always wanted you.” He said.

She sat up on her knees. “See! You say shit like this, but then you just fucking left.”

He bit his lip looking down at his shoes. “I didn’t want to.”

She stood up. “What are talking about? You're a complete and utter mindfuck. Do you just like seeing me hurt, H?” Her hand fell to her chest like his had earlier. Did it hurt her physically too? To be apart?

He felt his eyes prick with tears and his chest burn with sadness. “‘Course I fucking don’t! I did it to protect you, Y/n.”

“Protect me?! From what, you?!” She raised her voice, hands going into her hair frustratedly pushing her hair back from her face. The air was so hot, crickets chirped in the grass, and she felt mosquitos biting her skin. 

“Don’t you see? Y/n, I’m not right for you. I won’t be able to protect you from them! I can’t do it to you.”

“Them? Who? Do what?” She said feeling her heartbeat speed up at the sight of his eyes watering. Did he actually feel sad about this? She was so fucking confused.

“Be with you…” She felt crushed by his words. “..the world…I can’t stop the hate. Paparazzi or tabloids. I won’t be able to provide you with a normal easy relationship, Y/n. I can’t put you through it. You deserve better. We won’t have any privacy. Surely you’ve seen everything people are saying.”

She sighed, “I don’t care about what people have to say about us, Harry! What do you? You clearly don’t want me, just say it. If you really did, you wouldn’t care what anyone else says. I don’t.”

“How could you even say that? Of course, I do!”

“That’s news to me.” She scoffed. The moonlight lit her face, and though she was acting strong he knew she was very sad.

“I thought you knew.” He said his voice breaking, eyes not once leaving her face.

“Knew what?” She looked at him.

“I love you.”  There it was. Out in the air. For her ears to hear. He'd said it. Not in a casual friend way, not when he was drunk and all lovey-dovey. He'd said it properly.

She stayed silent breathing deeply, staring right at him.

A beat passed. 

“Don’t do that…” She said tears slipping.

“Y/n, I thought you knew! I thought you knew from the minute I laid eyes on you. I thought you knew!” His hands flew out as he spoke with this urgency in his tone. 

How could she not know? He’d only ever had eyes for her. He didn’t care about any other person. He’d have dropped any of them for her no question asked. He could’ve been at his own wedding years from now and left at her call sprinting to wherever she was. He thinks no matter how many years pass he will always feel that way for her. No matter how much she hates him, no matter what. She’s the one with his heart in her hands.

“If I’d have known…” She didn’t finish her sentence trying to process what he was saying.

He stepped forward hands landing on her arms bending close to her face so they were eye to eye. She watched him closely as he desperately spoke. 

“I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you, I can’t help it, everyone knows. I always thought you did too.”

His hand fell onto her cheek.

“Harry..” She began to cry. He wiped away her tears with his thumb.

“I never wanted you to be hurt. I never wanted any harm to come your way. And I’m so far from perfect, but I fucking love you. More than the entire universe around us. I’d give it all up for you. I would’ve when I was nine and I will when I’m 80. I’ll always love you. And I'm sorry I can't be perfect for you, but it won't change how much I love you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She whispered looking up at him. His arms had wrapped around her back pulling her flush against him.

“Because I’m a daft fucking prick.”

And suddenly kissed him. Her lips landed on his hard pulling him down to her by his tie. She pulled away for a second to whisper against his lips. 

“Such a dickhead.” She uttered softly, the rough words sounded endearing, melting from her lips like honey.

“But your dickhead, hopefully.” He replied. 

She just kissed him very hard in response and he scooped her up into his arms, her legs wrapped around him and his wobbly knees buckled, the alcohol providing no help whatsoever, landing them both on the grassy field. Harry's back lying on the grass and Y/n sitting on his lap. 

She giggled. “I love you too by the way.”

“Phew.” He said and she looked down at him rolling her eyes at him. He was looking up at her all besotten.

“Those eyes.” 

“Only get like that for you.”

Then they kissed some more and probably would’ve until sunrise if not for the shout of their names to come inside. They ran through the field hand in hand, stumbling and laughing like idiots in love. Because that’s what they were.

[osamusriceballs]

Ten Nights

Iwaizumi x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~ 1,4k

About: A series of your most important moments with Iwaizumi- from your very first meeting to your relationship! Smut included~

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"Go, ask for her number!"

"What? Why should I do that?"

"You've been eyeing her all night, Iwa-chan."

The brown-haired setter grins and takes a long zip from his drink, apparently not bothered by the annoyed grunt from the former ace.

"Quit it."

His eyes roam towards the bar, towards the direction of the woman he just bumped into- you. Your shy but polite smile, the way your cheeks reddened when you held eye-contact with him, and how you smelled so good when he walked past you- you positively put him under a spell. And Oikawa- of course- witnessed the whole thing and non-stop teased him about the little encounter.

One deep breath later, and Iwaizumi silently grabs his phone and heads towards your direction- with a slightly nervous smile on his face and hope in his heart.

xx

2:04 am - Iwaizumi: "Hey, it's me- Just wanted to check if you're home already."

2:06 am - You: "Hey, Hajime! I'm home safely. Thank you for worrying <3"

2:07 am - Iwaizumi: "Sure. I had a great time tonight- wanna hang out sometime again?"

2: 07 am - You: "I'd love to! Maybe lunch tomorrow?"

2:08 am- Iwaizumi: "Text me the time, and I'll pick you up."

2:08 am - You: "Perfect. See you then <3

2:08 am - Iwazumi: "See you tomorrow, y/n. Can't wait."

xxx

Iwaizumi runs his hand through his hair once again, nervousness clouding his features, yet he still manages to look handsome, even when he's simply leaning against his car.

He looks at his phone again, reading your short "I'll be there in a sec <3" for the third time, hoping to appear a bit calmer on the outside than he feels on the inside. Will you like his outfit? Will you like him? Will you think he's an arrogant guy, trying to impress you with his fancy car? It was his first big investment after his first salary, and it's something he'd wanted to have for forever, but if you-

His train of thoughts gets interrupted when you suddenly open the door to the apartment complex and immediately blink a few times to let your eyes adapt to the sunlight.

You're beautiful. The color of the dress compliments your hair, your make-up making your features more charming, and the smile on your face- stops his heart for a second. You're absolutely breathtaking.

"Hey!" You still smile when you step closer to hug him- and he allows himself to get lost in your flowery scent for a few moments while he wraps his arms tightly around you. "Hey." He returns your smile and quickly steps back to put a respectful distance between the two of you. He smoothly opens the door to the passenger seat and playfully bows while keeping eye contact to see the slight blush that he loves so much appear on your face. "Shall we?"



xxxx

It's perfect.

The perfect date, the perfect moment, and the perfect person. It feels natural when he holds your waist and leans down to slowly bring his lips to yours- and fireworks erupt in your stomach when he finally kisses you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and return the kiss, enjoying how his body feels perfect against yours and how perfect this moment is.

Your very first kiss with him.

xxxxx

"Please- I need you-"

You gasp and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down towards you- and he is quick to connect your lips with his once again. His hips are rutting against yours, and you feel his hand moving under your panties to tease your clit, causing you to slightly bite into his lip in surprise. You pull back with wide eyes, but there is a hungry glint in his features, and his fingers rub your clit one last time before he pushes two of them inside after finding out that he's got you soaking wet with just a bit of dry humping. Not that he's any better, with the hard-on he's been sporting ever since you moaned his name when he had kissed you in the car.

"S-sorry," you gasp, and your thumb brushes against his lower lip but he quickly shakes his head with a grin on his attractive face.

"That was hot, baby."

The nickname turns your cheeks even redder, and he suddenly curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to gasp and arch your back against his body.

"Like that, baby? Don't worry, I'll take care of you so well tonight."

xxxxxx

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You stop fidgeting with your fingers and focus on Iwaizumi, who is sitting right next to you.

"You sure? You seem so absent. "

"I'm just nervous."

"Why should you be nervous? You're with me, baby. Just you and me."

You smile and lean in for a quick kiss in the busy cafe- and decide to let it off your soul right here and now.

"I know. I was just thinking about how I should tell you that I love you. That's all."

You try to sound calm and collected, but the slight shaking of your voice reveals your true feelings.

You're nervous about being vulnerable.

About confessing your feelings, and taking this big step first, and you just hope that he feels the same.

Iwaizumi freezes- his attractive face not giving away what's going on in his head- and then the realization seems to sink in. He almost breaks his cup with how fast he's smashing it down on the table before he cups your cheeks with his hands and looks deep into your eyes.

"I love you too, y/n- So, so much."

xxxxxxx

"Please move in with me."

"Huh?"

You raise your head from his chest and look into his sleepy eyes. You blink confused, slightly shifting your body into a more comfortable position on top of him while the roaring sounds from "Godzilla" echo through the room.

Moving in so suddenly?

But it's moving in with Iwaizumi. How could you say no to that?

"Okay."

xxxxxxxx

You're without a doubt overwhelmed and don't know what to say when you look at the man in front of you on his knees- and towards the ring in his hands.

"Will you marry me?"

xxxxxxxxx

One of the most memorable moments of your wedding is without a doubt Oikawa's face- full of happy tears while sobbing "Congrats, Iwa-chan, y/n-chan," and how he tries to give his speech in which he declares that it was him who brought the two of you together, while clearly being drunk already.

The moment that you will truly never forget, however, is Iwaizumi's face when he sees you in your wedding dress for the very first time. Absolutely stunned, full of love and admiration, and it was all for you.

The way he gently held your hand during the ceremony, and how he simply wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up to carry you, causing the wedding guests to swoon and laugh.

x

"My beautiful wife." He whispers and presses another kiss against your calf. "So, so beautiful." He travels towards your knee and leaves a trail of sweet and teasing kisses, holding your leg steady to keep you from squirming. He finally reaches the fabric around your upper thigh and wraps his teeth around it to pull it down on your leg.

You wiggle under his lips, your breath already shallow and fast, you feel almost dizzy from watching the handsome man working between your legs- his tie loosened and his dark hair messy from how many times you've been running your hands through it tonight. Your wedding dress is bunched up around your hips, exposing your legs and underwear to Iwaizumi, but you know that you won't wear the dress for much longer.

Iwaizumi's lips curl into a triumphant smile as soon as he manages to free the wedding band from your body. "Look, I got it." You smile at his almost childish triumphant expression and suppress a laugh that threatens to burst out of you. That's exactly the man you've fallen for at that night five years ago.

He is quick to dive back between your legs though, and you gasp his name when he directly kisses your pussy through your white underwear. "Don't worry, my dear wife. Your husband is here with you now. Forever and ever."

[theclairvoyage]

Centrifugation: Chapter 10

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

An anonymous source discloses something that threatens to ruin your relationship with Joel.

Chapter Warnings: allusions to smut, ANGST!, anxiety, mentions of past traumatic event, adult language, kissing, fluff

WC: 4.2k

Divider by @plum98 <3

Tuesday, October 26th | 1505

Shaky hands reach up to unlock the door to your apartment, keys jingling with your movements.  Fuck.  Your hand falls to your side as you try to recollect yourself.  Eyes closed, you take a few deep breaths and straighten your spine.  Why am I nervous?  This is my goddamn apartment.

“Okay,” you say to nobody.  “It’s fine.  It’s just a door.”

Courage pools in your belly.  Taking one last deep breath, you unlock the door and push it open, eyes widening at your surroundings.  The place is spotless.  Keri stopped by your place to stock the fridge and clean up for you a couple days ago.  She must’ve either baked or sprayed some Febreze in here—it smells like cupcakes.  A smile forces its way on your face.

You set your purse on the kitchen island and gaze around.  Empty sink, full fridge and pantry, clean countertops.  Clean blankets thrown over the couch, new candles centered on the coffee table, remote on top of the TV.  There’s a small piece of paper on one of the candle lids.  You trod over to the couch and pick it up to read, grin creeping up your cheeks.

Hey, love.  I made your favorite enchiladas and stocked the fridge full of your favorite goodies.  Laundry is done and folded.  There’s some special liquid in the fridge, too—but don’t take it when you’re on your meds!! 😉 Call me if you need anything.

-Ker

Curling the note up to your chest, you walk over to the fridge and open the door.  Keri was right—she got everything you like.  Cheese, salami, fruit, wine, cookie dough, orange juice, and two giant containers of half and half.  A large, covered baking dish is calling your name.

Two enchiladas and what feels like half a pound of cookie dough later, you turn on the TV and scroll through Hulu until you find your favorite comfort show.  It starts halfway through the last episode you played.

“Picture it: Sicily, 1922…” Sophia Petrillo’s loud, Brooklyn-accented voice speaks to you.  You smile and sink into the couch, whipping your phone out to check your messages.

Joel: Have a great night, baby.  Sweet dreams.

You send him a picture of your blanket-clad body curled into the couch, along with a witty caption.  Missing your couch already.  He replies after a few beats.

Joel: Gorgeous as ever.  I’m missing more than that, though.  Gnight baby.  See you tomorrow.

You: Night, Joel. 🥰

Happy to be home and tired of binging your show, you decide it’s time to rinse off the day with some hot water and get ready for bed.  After hopping out of the shower and changing your bandages, you pick your phone up from the bathroom counter and stare at the screen.

Three messages from an unknown number stare back at you.  The area code is unfamiliar to you.  The fuck?  Your stomach flip flops like a fish on a dock as you shakily long press on one message to open it.

(XXX) XXX-XXXX: Better watch your man.

(XXX) XXX-XXXX: Sent 2 photos

Shock sucks the air out of your lungs.  You blink once, twice, three times to make sure this is what you’re really looking at.  Beads of sweat emerge from the pores on your forehead, and your hands tremble.  This is exactly how you felt after you left the hospital—panicky, lost, terrified.

The first picture is of Joel’s truck parked outside of a Motel 6, with someone in the passenger seat next to him.  It looks like a woman, but it’s too dim to make out the rest of her features.  The second picture is the same angle, but of Joel leaning near the woman’s ear, smile plastered on his face—and there’s no question that it’s him.  Salt and pepper beard, curved nose, those fucking brunette tendrils you adore so much.  He’s even wearing one of his green flannels that you’ve worn while he’s fucked you.  This photo is better lit, almost like headlights of a passing car flashed on as soon as it was snapped.  The woman’s face is—gorgeous.  She’s Latina, with beautiful caramel skin, long, shiny black hair cascading down her shoulders, bright red lips, piercing hazel eyes, and a low-cut top that shows some massive breasts stuffed in a pushup bra.

The phone slips out of your hand and lands on the bathroom tile with a thud.  Fuzziness clouds your vision, and your pulse is racing so fast there’s barely any time between heartbeats.  Confusion hazes in your mind, interrupted by a loud voice telling you to sit down before you pass out.  You plop on the toilet seat and pick up your phone.

Nausea pierces your stomach as you stare at the photos again.  Clamping your eyes shut, you lean back against the toilet and take some deep breaths, allowing reason to squeeze itself back into your head.

When were these taken?  Where?  Is this pre-Omaha Joel?  Is that girl his cousin?

His hair and beard look the same as they did yesterday—and the motel looks like a Motel 6 near the Denny’s on 84th and Center, posted up right by Interstate 80.  Though it could be somewhere else, maybe in Texas, you’re almost certain it’s Omaha.  Oak and maple trees line the back of the motel, with leaves of various shades of red, yellow, and orange—you don’t know enough about Texas to know if they have fall foliage like Nebraska does.  Maybe you don’t want to know.

Your heart feels like it stops beating altogether at the realization that this was taken very recently—maybe even today.

A tear drips down your burning cheek and lands on the screen of your phone, painting the woman’s face in rainbow pixels.  Somehow, she looks even more beautiful than before with your tears plastered on her perfect face.

Anger sears your insides and clutches your throat.  You ignored every little voice in your head that was telling you something wasn’t right, shoved it into the depths of your brain and tried to stay present, optimistic.  Joel had given you everything—took care of you, made you feel safe and loved, went out of his way to be there for you.  What was the fucking point of this shit?  He could have easily dropped you and carried on with his life.

Standing up from the toilet, you lean over the sink and splash some cold water on your face and neck, arms propped up on the bowl as you hunch over and continue to take deep breaths.

How am I gonna address this with him?  Send him the pictures with no context?  Screenshot the messages, including the number?

No, no, no—the latter would be too easy for him to explain.  You wanted him to squirm and roil like you are now.  Sure, you weren’t exactly a fucking couple, but you never expected him to do this.  Fuming, you save the pictures and pull up your messages with Joel.  You look at his contact picture in your phone—it’s one of him and you from your date at Village Pointe, when he’d watched you admire the flowers at one of the boutiques.  God, he’s fucking handsome, and he looks so happy.

Fuck that.  You send the pictures over to him and shut your phone off before stomping off to bed.

Wednesday, October 27th | 0712

Cheerful chirps of the American robins outside your window wake you.  You rub your eyes, quickly realizing that they’re sore—probably from all your sobbing the night prior. Dread fills you quickly as you recall the events from last night.

Shit. Your phone is off. Probably wasn’t the best idea, considering you’re still recovering from a traumatic event and people might worry if they can’t reach you.

Anxiety weighs your arm down as it reaches for your phone. You hold the power button and watch the screen light up with fast, shallow breaths.

15 missed calls.  10 from Joel, 2 from Sarah, and 3 from unknown numbers.  20-something messages, mostly from Joel.  Your heart skips a beat and your finger inches toward one of them to read it before stopping.

Nope.  You’re not giving up so easily.  He can squirm for a bit.  After all, he made a conscious choice to do this.  Another question burns the back of your brain, though.

Who took the pictures?

You open your messages and see that the unknown number that sent the 3 messages is the same one that texted you the pictures.  You open them, and your stomach falls to the floor as you read.

(XXX) XXX-XXXX: Oh, girl.  You sent him those?  Tsk tsk.

(XXX) XXX-XXXX: Now you’re giving him time to come up with an explanation??

(XXX) XXX-XXXX: If you can’t get rid of him after he did this, imagine what else you’ll let him get away with.

Lips tightened and jaw jutting angrily, you puff out a hot breath and feel anger bubble inside you as you type a response.

You: Who the fuck are you?  What is your problem?

They don’t miss a beat replying.

(XXX) XXX-XXXX: Someone you don’t want to fuck with.  Let it go now and you’ll get over it in no time.

A rough, defiant snarl rips through you as your fingers zip across the screen.

You: You’re so threatening that you have to send shit anonymously?  Grow the fuck up.

You: Fucking clown 🤡

The number doesn’t reply immediately.  You sit up in bed, hot tears starting to brew behind your eyelids.  And your head is pounding—likely from the crying, which has no doubt left you dehydrated.  You slowly stand up and wait for the stars to fade from your vision before padding into the kitchen.

As you brew a strong pot of coffee, your phone rings.  You close your eyes, inhale deeply, and flatten your palms on the countertop to ground yourself.  The cold material heats up underneath your fingertips, leaving condensation in their wake.

You pick up the phone, slowly.  It’s Joel.  The air in your chest halts.  Do you answer, or continue ignoring him?  Part of you wants so badly to hear his deep voice, hear him tell you this was all a big mistake, and the photos are AI.

But you know that’s not the case.  You accept the call and wait a beat before speaking, lips sucked into your mouth.

“Baby, you there?” His voice is frantic, and you can hear him pacing in what you guess is his kitchen.  It’s early, and he’s probably making coffee of his own.

“Why are you calling me?” Your voice is frigid, distant, setting the stone blocks of the wall you’re placing between him and you.

He sighs heavily, footsteps echoing in the background.

“Darlin’, it’s not what you think, I—,” he groans, exasperated.  You interrupt him before he can finish.

“I’m sure you can, you’ve had plenty of time to think about it,” you snarl, voice scathing.  Joel is silent for a moment, shocked at the anger in your voice.  He’s never seen or heard you like this.  He chooses his next words carefully.

“Please, let me see you and we can talk about this,” he pleads, agonized.  Part of you wants to smile, making him grovel at your feet—the other part is heartbroken, the photos plastered in your mind permanently.

“I really don’t want to talk to you after what I saw.  I-I trusted you, and you had every opportunity to cut things off with me… Jesus, Joel, we weren’t even a couple!” you spit, voice transforming from strong and firm, to shaky and choked.  Your fists are clenched so hard, your knuckles are bone white, and salty tears roll down your cheeks.

“Baby, you don’t realize h—,” he starts, but you cut him off again.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you spit through gritted teeth.

“Please, please, just lemme explain and it’ll all make sense,” he cries, almost whimpering.  Frustrated, you hold a deep breath in your ribcage and pinch the bridge of your nose as you contemplate a response.

“I’ve seen everything I need to see,” you say, surprisingly calmly.  “You made me look and feel so… so fucking stupid.  I don’t even know who sent me the fucking pictures and now they’re threatening me, I j—,” you continue, and this time Joel cuts you off.

“Threatening you?” he hisses.  Your eyes roll so hard it hurts.

“Gimme a fucking break, Joel.  You’re pissed you got caught—you don’t give a fuck about me,” you sear, irritated.  Part of you knows that you’re not being entirely truthful—you know that he does care.  But you want it to sting, and it does.  He inhales sharply.

“Now you know damn well that ain’t true, and that I lo—,” he stops himself, your stomach twisting at the realization of what he was about to say.  He clears his throat.

“I want you to be happy.  If that ain’t with me, then I have no choice but to let it be.  But if you wanna talk, I’ll be here.  I’m askin’ ya one more time to let me explain,” he chokes, the pain evident with each syllable.  He sounds like he did when he first came to the hospital after the stabbing—broken and worried.

You close your eyes for a moment and think about your life since you’ve met Joel.

Happy, exhilarating, euphoric, a whirlwind.

A new version of you—confident, glowing, sexy.  Now it all seems so abstract, utopian.

What’s the worst that could happen?  He explains, you don’t believe him, and you never see him again?  As much as you’d like to stick to that plan, you know once you’ll see him it’ll be over.

“Baby, you there?” he asks quietly, hesitantly, trying not to poke the bear.

“Yes, I’m here.  Thinking,” you reply, matching his volume.  “Fine.  We can meet up.  Tomorrow,” you offer, tone stern.  You need a day to think.

“Whenever y’want.  Just let me know and I’ll be there,” he says, voice like a warm hug.  It’s pissing you off, how easily he can melt you.  You give him a pinched mhm.  He sighs.

“D’y’need anything?  Bandages, food, anythin’?” he asks, kindness slicing your heart open.

“No.  Keri stocked my place while I was gone.  I’m good,” you reply coolly.

Shit, you don’t want to tell Keri—you can’t bear to rehash what you saw last night and break your heart all over again.

“I’m—m’sorry, baby.  You mean the world t’me,” he laments.  You pinch your eyelids shut, running a clammy hand through your hair.  He’s not making this easy.

“Do you realize how hard it is to believe that after seeing those fucking photos, Joel?  How do you think I feel whenever I think about them?” You sob, hands waving with each pained syllable that escapes your mouth.  He sniffles on the other end, but you continue.

“Seeing you close to that… that woman, who is clearly so much fucking better than me, that perfect fucking wo—,” he cuts you off.

“Nobody is better than you.  Nobody.  Get that through your head,” he says, voice angry.  You groan angrily as tears continue pricking your eyelids.

“What do you expect?  Like… I don’t understand what you thought I’d think.  Maybe you thought I’d never find out,” you mutter.

“Y’won’t believe me when I tell you what’s really goin’ on.  She’s not who y’think,” he sighs, and you can hear him hanging his head on the other line.  “I’ll tell y’everything tomorrow.”

Jaw ticking, you nod before realizing he can’t see you.  “Okay.”

“F’you need anything, y’know I’m here.  Bye, sweetheart.”

“Bye.”

Wednesday, October 27th | 1239

After the call with Joel, your crying and frustration exhausted you to the point that you fell asleep on the couch while watching TV.  The quote from the Golden Girls episode you watched struck a painful chord with you, sending you further into the abyss.

I don't want to talk about it. Oh, how could George betray me this way? Dammit, those wedding vows were sacred to me. Well, they must have been. I turned down hundreds, thousands of offers. Teachers, doctors, astronauts. I even said no to a journalist famous for his work on 60 Minutes. Now, if that's not fidelity, I don't know what is. Then I find out that the only man I ever loved cheated on me. On me! Oh, I could just die.

Blanche discovered her late husband had an affair that produced a child—but only when the adult child showed up at her doorstep.  It puts things in perspective for you.

One, you and Joel aren’t married—maybe this is a sign not to let it progress further.

But—you hated to admit to yourself that he was the only man you had ever loved.

Does the pain come with the territory, or is it an omen?

You roll off the couch, frustrated still but filled with a bolt of energy.  You needed to get out of here.  It’s not like you have work the next day, or anytime soon—somewhere far, far away was calling your name.

Fuck it.  You decided to head to Chadron early—your grandma’s house was ready for you and clearing your mind with some time at the rustic farmhouse sounded hypnagogic.  Thinking of the rolling hills, buttes, pine trees, and open skies filled you with tranquility.  Joel’s face sits in the back of your mind, beautiful brown eyes filled with love and adoration.  A wave of sadness engulfs you.

Joel would have to figure out fast if he really wanted this.

Having packed a decently sized suitcase in less than 30 minutes, you stuff it in your car and hop in the driver’s seat.  You quickly type a text to Keri asking her to check up on the place every few days before starting the car.  The gas tank was at half, and with you leaving later in the day, it was probably smart to fill up before starting the 7-hour drive.

You make a quick stop at a QT not too far from your apartment and fill up.  As you watch the numbers on the pump display tick, a sleek black truck pulls up to the pump next to yours.

Shit.

It’s Joel.

He steps out and saunters over to you.  It’s only been a day since you’ve seen him, but it feels like months.  His handsome face looks sullen, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes absent.  His frown lines have deepened, stubble grown out, some new gray hairs have erupted along his chin.

And then you see his eyes.  Despondent pools of dark chocolate, no traces of the golden flecks you’ve grown to love.  What pisses you off the most, though, is how much love pours out of them.  It’s so hard to be mad at him when you know that he loves you.

He stops at your side, and you turn away to stare at the numbers.  The nozzle clicks and the numbers freeze.  Ignoring him, you yank the nozzle out of your car and shove it back on the holder, fingers still gripping the handle.  His warm hand envelopes your forearm, rendering you motionless.  You can’t look at him.

“Sweetheart,” he says, tone of his velvet voice echoing the sullenness in his eyes.  He takes the pump from your hand and turns you toward him.

Tears pool in your eyes for the zillionth time the last 24 hours.  Your lip trembles, and you snap your eyes shut.  He cradles your face in his hands and tilts your head up to look at him.  Your eyes are still squeezed shut.

“Look at me,” he says your name gently, and the familiar scents of sandalwood and bourbon waft into your nostrils, relaxing you subconsciously.  Involuntarily, you inhale deeply and slowly open your eyes.  A single tear falls from the corner of your eye as you stare at him.

He winces at seeing you in pain—pain that he caused.  He leans in and kisses the tear on your cheek. Your gut feels like he reached in and twisted it.

“Where y’going, darlin’?” he says quietly, soothing your cheeks with his thumbs.  You can only imagine how this looks—the two of you wrapped in each other in the middle of a gas station, tears streaked down your cheeks and looking a hot mess.

“To Chadron,” you sniff.  At some point you grabbed his forearms, the familiar feeling of safety washing over you.

“So soon?  Baby,” he says, deep line etched into his forehead.  You reach up and smooth it with your thumb.  He closes his eyes, exhaling in relief at your touch.

“I needed to get away from here,” you say quietly and absentmindedly, distracted from smoothing his skin.  He grabs your hand and kisses it, featherlight, eyes locked on yours.  He opens your hand and leans his cheek into your palm.

“Let me come with you.  Please,” he pleads softly.  His eyes are melting you from the inside out.

“Not before you explain what the hell those pictures are… and who sent them,” you say, arching one eyebrow.  He sighs, long and heavy, glancing to his left as he shakes his head and rakes a calloused hand through his stubble. He huffs again before turning back to face you.

“S’my cousin, Valeria.  She left her abusive husband in Laredo and is stayin’ at that Motel 6 since that asshole cut her off.  I paid for her room f’the next few weeks while Tommy n’ I figure out somethin’.  I’m sure I was givin’ her a kiss on the cheek.  M’sorry I didn’t tell you—it was sudden, and she wanted me to keep it a secret,” he says with a loud swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing.  Your shoulders slump instantly. You feel like a fucking idiot.

“As f’who sent ‘em… no goddamn clue.  Pretty fuckin’ close to hiring a PI,” he grumbles, chest puffing out slightly. The knot that’s been tightening in your stomach the last day finally releases, relieving tension throughout your entire body. Your shoulders lift and fall as you take deep breaths, before tensing again as you realize you made a mountain out of a molehill.

Jesus.  You’re a complete asshole.  Of course, you assume the worst.  You’d be surprised if he still wanted you after this charade.

The tears flow before you can try and stop them.  You bury your face in his chest, and he wraps his solid arms around you, rubbing your back and soothing you as you sob quietly.

“Shh, baby, s’okay… I understand,” he murmurs into your hair.  “Don’t cry. You’re still my favorite girl.”

You alternate between giggling and sniffling into his shirt.

“I’m so sorry, Joel—that was psychotic behavior,” you bemoan.  You feel him shake his head.

“Don’t apologize, baby,” he coos.  “Y’didn’t answer me, though.”

“Hmm?” you say, craning your neck to look at him.

“Y’gonna let me drive you?” he asks, gazing into the somber pools of your eyes.  You roll them, small smirk stretching your cheeks.

“I ‘spose.  Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.  And ‘cause I’m a fucking asshole.”  He chuckles, pulling you into his warm embrace.  He kisses the crown of your head.

“My asshole,” he soothes.  You squeeze him tightly, a nonverbal apology flowing from your fingertips into his broad back.

“Baby,” he says, and you pull back to gaze at him.  His eyes flick between yours, a question hidden behind his pupils.  You arch one eyebrow at him.

“I love you—y’know that, right?” he says, the volume of his voice lowered, redness creeping up his neck.  He looks shy, almost childlike.

Shock doesn’t fill you; rather, warmth blooms in your chest.  You knew he did—it was just a matter of when he decided to tell you verbally.  He shows you constantly with his actions.  The corner of your mouth ticks up in a sly grin.

“Fastest you’ve ever told someone that, yeah?” you poke, and it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

“Been through more in 12 days with you ‘n anyone in a lifetime—seems like we’ve known each other a long, long time,” he says, picking some stray hairs from your face.

“Yeah, very true… I love you too.  Even though you hate the coffee I drink.”  He beams at you, shoulders shaking along with his deep chuckles.  He leans in and stops just prior to his lips brushing yours.

“Hey, I’ve tried and tried to like the sugary shit—ain’t my thing.  But you certainly are,” he croons, pressing his lips against yours before you can respond.

This kiss feels much like your first one, back at McKinney’s—passionate, fresh, experimental.  It doesn’t heat up immediately, either—you two savor each other’s lips and embraces, content in the softness and sweetness of this moment of forgiveness.  It’s almost a new beginning for both of you.  Liveliness surges through your veins, scraping the sludge of uncertainty, self-doubt, and anxiety from the walls that have built up since the stabbing.  His lips are chapped, longer stubble chafing your skin, hands holding you a bit tighter than they did when he kissed you goodbye yesterday.  He pulls back, teeth lightly pulling your lower lip with him.

“Y’know, you’re sexy when you’re mad at me,” he teases you, lusty undertones echoing in his deep voice.

“Don’t make it a habit, Miller,�� you scold him, squinting your eyes at him.  He laughs again.

“Come over so I can pack, and we can hit the road, sound good?”

“Sure does.”

Taglist: @burntheedges, @syd-djarin, @anoverwhelmingdin, @danaispunk <3

[justalildumpling]

chapter 15: avengers assemble🫡

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pairing: jeno x fem! reader

synopsis: it wasn’t often jeno showed emotions of love and affection, let alone kissing a stranger at a party that he doesn’t even remember?! determined to find his nameless cinderella, he began searching the campus far and wide but as hidden secrets started surfacing, he started to wonder whether the midnight spark was meant to be pursued after all.

genre: social media au, college au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, crack

warnings: swearing, jokes about death

note: oop everyone say welcome back y/ns🥰 (btw hc!yn is from haechan’s series and jm!yn is from jaemin’s part of this universe!)

taglist: open! feel free to send an ask or comment to be added :))) ~ @vellitac @ddeonuism @heavenly-seraphic @matchahyuck @pckeia @rinrinslovebot @dior-15 @raikea10 @justsayk @btssf9nct @ismileeprnc-responder @moonchele @mothmork @dandelionxgal @cheyehc @luvenshiti @friseealamode @pastelsicheng @silvsie @kpopshithead @ifyournameischoisanpleaseloveme @pewpewpwe00 @kindawack @mrkleelvr @shxnz @woneulz @kyuupidwrites @yunho-1999 @loveleejn @barbkh8450t @000rpheus @sehunniepot @kpopwh0r3 @sunflowerbebe07 @ahnneyong @minkyuncutie @rum-gone-why @xuimhao @culterycollector @igotkpoops @artstaeh

permanent taglist: ~  @xxxx-23nct @maeumiluv @produmads @shwizhies @polarisjisung @dearlyminhyung @wooyoung-a @w3bqrl @daincty @deehyuck @enelrahs @rv7hsua @n0hyuck @neosdaisy @baekhyunstruly @barbkh8450t

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 2nd June ✨

I feel like I haven’t had lots of listening time this week, but what I have heard has been amazing!  

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (154) ohh I am such an arachnophobe but I loveddd the return of LEM. Clem selling Danielle out sure is a CHOICE but tbh Danielle has such Ethel vibes this season that I assumed she was who Clem was going to visit when she was introduced. If anyone can stare down all 8 of Ethel’s eyes, it’s our girl Danielle. I want her to blow strawberry smoke in them from her new sexy cigarette holder. I had been wondering how the other boat could possibly house our nautical murderer but they can fly!! Duh! Imagine being stuck in a room with futuristic Vermin Supreme while there’s a vampire outside?? Bonkers. 

I’m SO desperate for the next episode to find out the results of Shank autopsy!! Shelby better get 60000 apologies from the other pigs in the room…… 

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (23) system administrator??? what does that MEAN? I really thought they were going to kiss this episode 🤭 What a lovely story of conservation and love for nature!!! 

👁️ @malevolentcast (42) I am OBSESSED with Yorick’s jaw snap. What a fun sound effect. I honestly can’t be coping with these situations Arthur gets into. A rapier?? Internally?? Sir. Please. You do too much. 

🎙️WTNV (249) I know I say this all the time… but the weather really did slap this episode.

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (18) This one was genuinely unsettling. I can’t believe the neutral response from the autopsy guy?? Literally ‘felt cute, might delete later’?? I would be taking myself straight to A+E to wait 23 hours for a mental health review??? 

🍎 @notquitedeadpod (XXXX) AAAAAAAH. SUCH a good episode and SUCH a good ending to the season!! Ohh the acting was SO good. It hurt me to hear Neige like that. Alfie’s rage and panic and despair were so palpable. The scenes at the facility were perfectly gory. I guess the benefit of having a 10000 year old vampire boyfriend is that he’s survived without cars and electricity before and, by God, he’ll do it again. I am wishing Eira nothing but impeccable and easy planning and writing for the next season! I can’t wait!!! 

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E11) eek! I feel very weird writing about something I’m in but just want to share how excited I am to be a part of one of my favourite shows 🩷 a huge thanks to Leanne for having me!!!! 

Today is the last day to support @monkeymanproductions' crowdfunder for their next show Waiting For October! They're so close to their goal!!

[ughgoaway]

https://twitter.com/musicforcarrss/status/1730810584961372659?t=a4H3WKVBr6YeWG0PdAUQ9Q&s=19

that's... literally dad! matty dancing idc im just thinking of him going to the schools christmas celebration and doing that on the dance floor to crack annie up... and trust teacher reader is s o gone for him bc she just finds it nothing but absolutely endearing oh :,,,,,)

(also still not over day 1 of the fic series i think i mightve actually cried reading that ur writing is sooooo xxxx) - bff anon :)

oh, he is made to be a dad, like that is textbook dad dancing!!!!

him and annie showing up to the dance and they're both so fucking cute. Annie is in a sparkly dress and looks adorable, matty is in normal clothes but you can see the lapels of his jacket are covered in stickers from Annie.

you obviously go over and speak to them, "Hi guys! wow, Annie, you look amazing! are you excited about the Christmas dance?" and annie eagerly nods and drops her dad's hand, running off to see her friends.

matty goes to shout after her but gives up and just watches her dance and giggle.

"I'm loving the stickers by the way, I'm assuming they are yours?" Your voice pulls matty back, and he quickly re-focuses on you.

or he tries to, but then gets distracted by how beautiful you look. the decorated hall with all the snowflakes and lights is the perfect backdrop for you, matty can't help but skirt his eyes over you for a few seconds too long...

Once he comes back to earth, he laughs lightly at your joke and answers, "ah yeah you caught me, I love paw patrol stickers"

///

later on, the dj does a group announcement that it's time for the parents to get on the dance floor, and matty initially shakes his head at annie.

he dances all day like a twat in front of stadiums, but a room full of 5 year olds are a lot more ruthless. and he's not sure he can cope with the embarrassment of you watching him. (Little does he know he couldn't do anything that would make you less in love with him)

but one shaky lip and a pair of sad eyes later and he's on the dance floor doing everything he can to make annie giggle.

you are just watching with the biggest grin on your face, seeing Annie laughing so hard, and matty being the best dad makes your heart so warm. (the school receptionist who ships you and matty is eyeing you both eagerly, watching the love swirl in your eyes)

you yearn to be over there with them. Maybe if you were with matty, he'd be spinning you around and dancing silly with you and annie. maybe he'd hold her, and you'd all dance as a family. later on, you'd do a slower dance. He'd act cheesy and dip you dramatically before kissing you.

on the drive home, you'd all sing to Christmas songs in the car. At the house, you would make hot chocolates for everyone and curl up on the sofa to watch home alone. Annie would curl up with mayhem, and you'd do the same with matty.

but that's not reality for you. So for now, you just watch.

(AHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED DAY 1!!! my writing is questionable I think but the fact that it made you slightly emo has made my day lol <3)

blurb masterlist here!

[copias-girl]

Hello lovely! I was hoping you or one of your followers might be able to help me!

I'm newish to the Gonst Ghost fandom and one of the first fics I read was the reader accidentally summoning/selling their soul to a ghoul (maybe swiss?) and I can't for the life of me find who wrote it!! If anyone thinks this sounds familiar I'd be so so grateful!

Your TCAC series is just absolute chef kiss by the way. The dramaaaa omg I always keep you on notifications in case I miss anything delish you post xxxx

✨🕯️WELCOME NEW(ISH) GHESTIE!🕯️✨

I usually only read Papa fics so I’m not sure about that one BUT I’ll implore the help of other ghesties and hopefully someone will know who wrote that!

*ahem*

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP THIS ANON FIND A FIC ^^^

If you know which fic this anon is talking about, send me an ask and they’ll see it because they have notifs turned on for my posts

Also thank you so much omg that’s so sweet of you! ♥︎ I’m so happy you’re enjoying tcac!! I just love writing the drama skxmxkx 😈😈

[queenshelby]

I really love your so sexy fanfictions and the way you write , but the thing is after seeing Cillian interacting this awards season with his lovely wife Yvonne especially the way he softly leaned to kiss her at the Oscars, and I don't know if it's only me but I can't picture him in all these NSFW , dark , kick fics anymore as I'm convinced he's the vanilla type guy during sex.

So can I request a long one shot or maybe mini series where Cillian is so gentle during sex (you could add him being little sub to his partner sometimes) . And more Nsfw Tommy shelby because he's Tommy foking shelby , being gentle in love is so out of his character unless Y/N is Grace 😂

And thank youuuu xxxx

P.s we missed you on wattpad

Haha I get totally what you are saying but I think in a lot of my serieses he is very gentle and caring just like I would imagine him to be. I can’t help but fantasize about him having a darker side too (not that there is anything wrong with it)… xx

[chaneajoyyy]

Dear brilliant and stunning librarian, would you happen to have a list for:

Miguel O’Hara x black or poc reader

Simon Basset x black or poc reader

Please please please with a cherry on top if you have the time. 🙇🏾‍♀️

Oh thank you boo🥹. Hey love!!! I sure do!!!

MIGUEL O'HARA X BLACK OR POC READER

on the way, sunday mornings- @demiesworld

"idk if it’s weird but do you know that thing where you grab your boobs for comfort?? imagine doing that to miguel 😭😭", a change in place, "omgg sunshine reader and her baby bots are an epitome of cuteness 😤🥺 i bet she would refuse to call then any other name than baby bots and watch miguel slowly loosing a "battle" - he will end up calling them like that too 😭", "i feel like miguel def gives rly mind blowing orgasms but not on purpose tho??", "no one can tell me that miguel isn’t the biggest gentleman ever!! He will carry your bags, open doors and all that like his life depends on it (all of it obviously with his constant frown but deep inside he couldn’t be happier)", mornings, "oml https://www.tumblr.com/inkdrinkerworld/723831735977197568/i-feel-like-miguel-def-gives-rly-mind-blowing imagine him giving you head…", "miguel would actually be *so* gently while fingering you..omg", "ab riding with miguel makes me go feral. like r is being so needy, and he's just like “this is all you're getting”, "can i request grumpy miguel x sunshine reader where miguel is more grumpy than usual because a spider keeps hitting on reader, but they’re so oblivious to the flirting and miguel interprets the interaction as them flirting back, when they’re just being nice (if that makes sense, no worries if you don’t want to :) )", "what about grumpy!reader and grumpy!miguel, like sexual tension and staredowns and aaalmost kissing but not and WHEEWAWWWSEDR", "sunshine civilian!reader and grumpy!miguel's date getting interrupted by some other anomaly and him being all grumpy and annoyed while she's just like "it's fine! just don't get hurt !!" , "could you write a blurb where autistic!reader is having a non-verbal day and miguel stops peter b from asking her a lot of questions and stuff because she can't respond? thank you <33", "Miguel prompts you say?? could i request "just...come here." pretty pls and ty xxxx", "pretty pls could u do headcannons of when miguel is jealous LORD cant get enough of him 😔😔😔", "Miguel asking Peter B for love advice since he wants so badly to ask the reader out on a date but it's been so long since he got involved with someone that he just don't know what to do 😂🩷", "Hiiiii what do you think about Miguel x grumpy!reader? I see Miguel and sunshine reader quite a lot here and as a black cat/ fellow grump…I was curious~", "Miguel doesn't want anyone to know but he actually loves that Peter brings Mayday to the association. His heart melts every time she laughs and he honestly loves watching her powers develop.", "for miguel maybe number 1 from the gesture prompts?? possibly with autistic reader<3", "mon bébé!! would u ever consider writing more abt your harleyquinn!reader x miguel?? i loved itttt soooo🥺🥺 maybe one where he learns about her past relationship with the joker and how bad he treated her which makes him want to protect and love her even moreee (also it just makes him want to track down the goddamn clown and beat the fuck outta him) I LOVE LOVE LOVE UR WORKKKK", "fawn my love!! If it’s no bother, what do u think abt miguel being with a harleyquinn!fem!reader? i am dying to hear ur thots on that!b🤍🤍"- @inkdrinkerworld

multiple endings- @infernalodie

drip- @daydreamingsirens

SIMON BASSETT X BLACK OR POC READER

pleasing the duke series- @royallyprincesslilly

*IF ANYONE KNOW ANY MORE MIGUEL O'HARA AND SIMON BASSETT FICS PLEASE HIT MY LINE!!!!*

[colgatebluemintygel]

I was wondering if you were planning a sequel or a spin-off for Wading over on AO3? I know it's in a series, but there isn't anything else in there, so I wasn't sure. So, yeah, I was wondering if/when I might be able to expect something new in that series?

I've read through Wading at least a dozen times and, to my immense surprise and displeasure, I have been feeling feelings (your fault). And am, even more shockingly, DESPERATE FOR MORE OF IT (also your fault).

So, yeah, I have become accustomed to your particular brand of sugar-dusted, caramel-salted, chocolate-dipped, merlot-and-smut-soaked feelings and I might be able to cope with the emptiness, if I could just have the confirmation that more is coming... It is, right? rIGHT?!

PS: I think you're amazing.

PPS: I commented something similar to this beneath the work over on AO3 under Steph_K, if you want to give it a read? It also includes some things I picture Remus and Sirius doing now that they are disgustingly cute and all in-love, or whatever.

PPPS: Sorry if I did this ask twice. I clicked 'Ask' on my laptop and just got the spinning pinwheel of death, so I'm not sure the first one went through.

PS to the 4th power (sorry, I'm a nerd): YOUiRE AMAZING!! (saying it twice is my way of giving you a double handshake 🤍)

HI !!! <3

YES there will be a sequel! several, in fact, and i've started writing the first of them <3 they won't be long-form in the same way that wading in waist-high water is, but instead just various oneshots and snapshots of their life together. some will carry on more directly from the others, while others will be more vignette-y :-) i have so many ideas though, stretching from the year after wiwhw, to 10 years later. some of them are even a wee bit sad (bc life can be sad) but wiwhw is ultimately comfy escapism, so everything will always be happily ever after <3 in the end!

but as for when... i haven't decided yet :o))) re: your other ask, the 21st of april, as seen on the album review, is actually just my birthday and was a fun little personal easter egg i threw in there bc i needed a date ;-))) i am no mastermind! buttttttt now that you've mentioned it, i think it might actually be super sweet to release the first sequel then... you've put ideas in my mind .....!

also, i will reply to your ao3 comment soon (tho i am disgustingly behind w comments atm AGHhhhhh i feel so guilty about it) BUT i will say that you were v on the mark with some of your headcanons !! i will also say that the first sequel takes place 2 weeks after the final of bake off ;-) do with that info what you will!

MWAH thank youuuuuu sending u a thousand kisses xxxx

[kyrenasfics]

Mine | Our Family

Pairing : Idol!Jaehyun x makeup artist!reader

Genre : fluff, smut

Warnings : unprotected sex, breeding kink, doggy style, multiple orgasm, spiting, fingering, orgasm denial, oral, squirting, spanking

Wordcount : 2.3k

taglist : @thejeongjaehyun @mooneaj @xxxx-23nct @chitaphrrrr @ahtisa02 @simplicitysbabe @thefangirlsblog @jjaeyoonoh @wanlore @justalonelynctzen @lilacboba

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Heetae is clinging onto you while you are at the living room, using your laptop to do some research on planning to open your own beauty parlor. Heetae is becoming more and more clingy as he got older and there he is now, running around up and down from the couch, sabotaging the furniture and screaming loudly to seek for your attention. He wouldn’t allow you to do other stuff than play with him.

He is 3 years old now, the most active period of a kid.

“Mummyyyyy.” He whines. “It’s time to bathe, it’s time to bath. Let’s go bath!!” You just gave him some cookies not long ago, but he starts whining again after he finished it. You have no choice but follow his will. And some more you also needed some rest after working on your research since morning until now, almost 8 hours.

“Okay my boy.” You kissed on Heetae’s cheek and he giggling happily, he love it a lot when you kiss him. He grabbed you by your face when your mouth are leaving his cheek by his both hand. “No mummy, not enough! One more! One more!” He pouted and pulling you back. He is not strong but he is stubborn. If you are not giving him the kiss he wants, he will never let go of you. ‘Mwah’ You kissed on his cheek again for twice then only he let go of you and you chuckled.

At this point, he’s looks exactly like Jaehyun. Stubborn.

You pick up Heetae by his armpit then sat him on top of the kitchen counter before you went to the bathroom to fill the bathtub first. You come back to Heetae after you ran the tap water opened. You carry him in your arm then walked to his room. “Choose only 2 toys, no more than 2.” You squat down in front of his toy box. You will always let him brought 2 toys along into bath.

“It’s hard to decide mummy… Can I get 2 more? Pleaseee.” His cuteness is overload whenever he is pleading for something to do that you are not allowed. You couldn’t stand it. Sometimes, you would think how did you manage to have such a lovely child. You must have saved the universe in your last life in exchange to have Heetae as your son this life.

“Alright. But, only this time.” You scrunched your nose then bob his nose. He raise both his hands up high happily to cheer then start picking his favourite toys. After chosen his favourite toys, he is excited enough to run to the bathroom. “No running Heetae!” You quickly speed your pace to make sure follow behind him, afraid he might fall since he is still doesn’t walk very well and sometimes he might fall when he ran too fast.

By the time, you finally followed up him. He already striped all his shirt and can’t wait to get into the water. When he saw you already outside the bathroom, he then climb to get into the bathtub. “Mummy, faster faster!” He excitedly splash some water on you. To him, taking a bath with you was as if having a water playing session, so he got extremely excited. You sink into the bathtub as well with him and started bathing him. He turn around to let you wash his hair while he is playing with his toys.

“Thud! Swoosh! Ka-boom!” Heetae is making the sound of him making his toy fighting with each other. “Mummy, he won!" Heetae said excitedly after forming a fight with the toys in his hand. "He is amazing!" You said, acting surprise. "Yes! He is always the best! Like daddy!" Heetae laughing happily. 

On the other side of the main door, Jaehyun came back and Jaehyun smiled when he heard giggling and laughing coming out from the master bedroom's bathroom. Jaehyun slowly open the master bedroom's door, afraid he might disturb your sweet time with Heetae then slowly he walked to the bathroom and he thought you were only helping to bathe Heetae, but what he saw in front of him made him very angry. You were bathing along with Heetae inside the bathtub and he don't like, even though Heetae was his son.

"Daddy!" Heetae screamed when he saw Jaehyun standing at the door. You turned around and see Jaehyun is standing there. Jaehyun expression changed when he saw Heetae looking at him. "Did you have fun with mummy?" Jaehyun asked and walk towards the bathtub and squat down in front of it. "Yes! Mummy let me bring one more toys this time! And he wont fight!" Heetae exclaimed happily to Jaehyun and showing him the toys who won the fight. "That's great. Then do you wish to be like him?" Jaehyun asked and ruffles Heetae's hair. "Yes! I want!" Heetae said excitedly.

"Hm, then you should learn how to bathe yourself without mummy or daddy with you." He said. "Really?" Heetae titled his head and asked. "Yes." Jaehyun nodded. Heetae pouted and remained silent for a while. "Mummy, you dot have to bathe with me anymore. I want be as strong as him!" He said confidently and raising his toy high. "Oh really? My big boy grew up already." You said then softly stroked his fluffy cheek.

"Then, I heading off. Enjoy the last moment with mummy." Jaehyun said to Heetae and Heetae nodded. Then lastly, you help Heetae wash the soap off his body and leave the bathroom.

After Jaehyun took bath, your family had dinner and watched a movie together at the living room. "It's time for bed." You told Heetae which is already half asleep halfway through the movie, maybe because it's not his favourite cartoon movie so he is not interested at all. "I want mummy... I want to sleep with mummy..." He murmured and clinging on your arms. You swear he will never let you go if you are not going to sleep with hi tonight in his bedroom. "Alright, mummy will sleep with you tonight." You said then kissed his cheek.

He is very happy and excited but he is too tired to make a big respond. You carry him to his bedroom and the moment you lay him down on is bed, he is already asleep but he might cry if he wakes up in the middle of the night without you beside him. So you lie down next to him and pat him on the chest to lull him to sleep. 

~

It's been an hour and a half but you haven't returned from the Heetae's room to your shared bedroom. Jaehyun couldn't wait anymore, he get up from the bed and walk towards Heetae's room. He opens the door softly when he saw you lying on the bed but you are not asleep, still lulling Heetae to sleep even though he is already asleep. 

Your head snapped towards the door when you saw it slowly being opening. You placed your finger on lips when you saw it's Jaehyun who is coming in, telling him not to make a sound. He walked to your side then without saying a word he dragged you out of the room. In order not to wake Heetae, you followed him back to your shared bedroom.

Jaehyun pulled you in and shut the door. "You bathe together with him in the bathtub and even sleep with him rather than with him." Jaehyun pouted. "You are jealous? Because of your son?" You couldn't help but laughed. "Is that funny? Ever since he is born he took what belonged to mine." Jaehyun said. "I am always yours. One day, he will have his own wife and family. You shouldn't be thinking like this, he is still so small." You said. 

"He is big enough to take care of himself." Jaehyun said with dissatisfaction all written on his face. "Alright, alright. I'm not going to bathe with him and seep with him, okay?" You asked. "Yes, but you need to make up for what you did today. Jaehyun said. "How can I make up for it?" You titled your head and asked.

Jaehyun locked the door. “We shouldn’t wake Heetae right?” Jaehyun smirked. Walking towards you slowly step by step and suddenly your the back of your knees hit the bed and you fall onto the bed. Jaehyun is hovering above you. Caging you between his hands at the both side of your head. Slowly he get closer to your ear, “you have no where to run.” He whispered in your ear and he is smirking. You pressed your lips together and your face blushed. “Blushing?” Jaehyun push himself up a bit to see your face blushed and teased. “I thought you wanted a daughter? I’ll make you have mine now inside your womb.” Jaehyun get down again and whispered softly against your ear.

His words turned you on, already feeling wet down there. He sit up and undressing himself and instantly hover above you again. Kissing your neck passionately like a wolf. You titled to the side for him to kiss you more. “Jae… touch me…” You moaned. Hands reaching to his nape and caressing him. “You are playing with fire, do you know that?” Jaehyun smirked. “Yes I know.” You smiled and kiss him on his lips.

Jaehyun’s hand reaching down to the hem of ur nightgown and pulling it upwards then pull it over your head to take it off. He started at your round and firm breast before he eagerly sucked on it. Licking ur and sucking your nipple make you feel excited and your breathing started getting heavier. Your hands are running in his hair and his hand travelling down and slipped into your panty.

You are already wet enough for him to put his finger inside you. Softly circling his finger around your clit then slowly he pushes his finger inside. His thick finger fitted your walls nicely as always, you couldn’t help but cleaned on it. Jaehyun pumped a few times before he spread you legs wide. He spread your vagina with his finger then spits inside. Inserting two finger. “Heuk!“ It’s too much for inserting two finger so sudden. He thrusting his finger slowly then getting faster and faster. “Jae! Slo- slow down! Heuk!” You turned your face to the side and shut your eyes tight. Jaehyun just started and you already feel like you are coming.

Jaehyun suddenly stopped and he removed his finger from you. “Why?” You are frustrated, you almost came. “Not yet.” He smirked then he lower himself to his face met your entrance. He licked your clit and thrusting his finger inside you at the same time. “Oh god!” You clasped your leg but Jaehyun holding it from closing. “Jae!” You moaned his name when he trusted his tongue inside you. “Oh god! Oh god! I- I can’t! I’m coming!” You ushered your first climax of the night. If you would have ever know tonight was a torture, you must have never gonna let him touch you tonight.

Despite of this, Jaehyun never stopped. He kissed your lips and smiled. “That’s not the end. We needed a daughter am I right?” He then insert his finger inside you again. Fingers pumping inside you and his thumb are rubbing against your clit. You are still sensitive from the previous orgasm, you haven’t get to rest and the second orgasm is already forming. It’s not feeling right, something is weird, very weird feeling is forming. “Jae… please stop! Please stop!” You trying to stopped him but he did not listen to you. He even work with his mouth while his finger is pumping and thumb still rubbing your clit.

“Ahhhh!!” You curled your toes and a clear fluid fleeing out, splashing onto Jaehyun’s face. Jaehyun got up from your thighs and he smirked. “I told you to stop!” You are panting heavily but your water are still spilling out. Jaehyun kissed you and pushed his tongue into yours. Your tongue immediately dancing along with his. “Mhm…” You moaned. Jaehyun’s cock is rubbing against your wet entrance and his hand is playing with your breast.

Jaehyun flipped you on all fours and teased your clit for a little then be pushed it inside you. Your pussy is stretched by his swollen cock making you cried out in pain. “Just a bit (Y/N).” Jaehyun groaned and raised your hips high. He couldn’t wait for you to adapted to his size this time. He enter into you and starts pounding. It’s not like you have never tried doggy style, but doggy style really hits well.

Jaehyun immediately found his favourite spot and attacking it aggressively. “(Y/N)” Jaehyun moaned your name. “Jae…” You replied to his moan. Jaehyun spanked your butt a few times and every time he spanked, you clenched on his cock. It’s very hard for Jaehyun to resist on releasing his load every time you clenched. He tried hard to hold back.

Jaehyun pull you up and holding your arms, your back is against his chest. Jaehyun thrusting upward, hitting your g-spot. "Jae... Jae... I'm close again... so close..." You moaned. "I'm close too... Cum together..." Jaehyun groaned and finally you two climaxed together. You body are shaking if Jaehyun did not caught you, you must have collapsed onto the bed. Jaehyun turned your face around and kissed you passionately. Shoving his tongue inside your mouth, slowly removing his cock out of you.

"You needed more practice." Jaehyun said then smirked. The night ended with uncountable rounds and you ended up fallen asleep until the next day afternoon.

~

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Thyme and Gorya have no chemistry??? WOT.

Yall. 💀💀💀

I thought we agreed that Thyme and Gorya are the end game. 

This post is written as a jovial fun response to the view. I am to annihilate your opinion and bury your notion that those two are not romantic AF.

I see some slander on tumblr suggesting the hottest couple of the year ain’t got no chemistry. 

I can’t believe I’m being forced to do this. 

Yall are soulless. Literally missing equipment. Pls. I could cry. OK here we go. Imma bring the big guns.

1. Thyme looks at Gorya with actual goddamn heart eyes and falls in love with her as little bit more each time she kicks (bickers, argues, corrects, disses or outright defies him. She speaks his love language. She fights HIM back! The back is important. 

Yes, my posh gangster boi is starved for love and affection so OBVIOUSLY he will take her emotional responses to his actions and her act of defiance as sign of interest. 

That my dear students is chemistry 101.

She is anything but indifferent to him. 

He can’t stop buzzing around her.

Gorya GOES FULL FORCE and perforates rather accidentally his cold cold heart just by rejecting everything about him, while engaging with him.

If they lacked chemistry she would NOT care about opinion in episode 5. She would not argue with someone or run to him in the rain on the off chance he waited. 

LOOOK AT HIIIMMMM

2. Anytime they are on screen together their touches are extremely natural and not exaggerated, mate they behave like a married couple. 

If this isn’t spark…

Bitxh show me a better example of enemies to lovers.

3. Ma’am they kissed.

4. Hugged. There was awkward tension. They got vulnerable.

5. He met her parents.

6. She met his sister and mom.

7. He hired a bus to spend time with her—lmao and looks at her like she’s a gift from heavens.

8. The fuck and it’s only episode 5 and they’ve had been in each other’s laps and spent two nights together???

Thyme is MELTING under her touch.

9.-15. Had eaten together, cried together, he apologised to her which is major HAWT. Carried her bridal style, tended to her wounds, they treated e/o sickness I mean what else do you all want he even gave her a sexy make over and a car AND a motorbike. 

16. She listened to his sad story and his family semi adopted him with magic pork. 

17. Did you sleep during the closet scene when his hands trembled??? as he pulled her into her lap??? He’s so happy 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Actions are chemistry. Pls take notes. She ain’t gonna flirt her skirt and rub her xxxx on his lap. Ya’ll perverts. SIT DOWN.

Lord lemme unleash hell if y’all don’t agree. 

18. Man who admits being wrong and then most importantly never does it again is a keeper.

What series yall watching cos we all heard her pxssy shatter and echo when he held her cheeks in the closet?

THE FXCK????

If they’re siblings I have a question 

What do you do with your brothers and sisters???

Home sweet Alabama. 

Please exit the F4 fandom cos y’all blind.

[isthisselfcare]

Hello! I've finished DM and the OoBiL and LOVED IT SO MUCH! I'm from Brazil and you can find me on Instagram @autorasilvershades. I want to tell you that I'm going to translate this wonderful story into Portuguese and post it on Wattpad. Thank you for the permission posted on Tumblr!

Thank you, you are very kind! Do send links to the translation when you’ve got something to share, I can add it to my translations list. Thank you very much for taking this on xx

I had a dream that Boris Johnson (note: I am not British, and don’t live there) was sending me WhatsApp messages (?!) to ask me for film recommendations, but instead I wrote him back about Batmobile. Insisting! I wouldn’t stop! For some reason, a dream me thought that it’s absolutely crucial that BoJo reads Batmobile.

Hilarious! If you manage to re-enter this dream, add me to the chat so that I can inform him that combs exist 

When will you next post a fic? I would literally read your grocery list

I am sorry, I’ve no plans for more fic at the moment as my writing hours are taken up by other projects. But to give you something, here is my list for my next shop:

(Pain means bread in French. I am not in the market for pain, I generate enough by myself)

Hello! Your work is honestly breathtaking. I'm blown away by the depth of knowledge across the whole series (amongst many other things) - do you have any recommendations? The theoretical mathematics/arithmency was so fun to read and I'd love to know more about it! Thank you :) ps. yours was the first fan fiction I have ever read, and everything else pales in comparison. I hope you are proud of this masterpiece. It is stunning xxxx

Thank you for all the kind words! First fic eh?! A whole new world awaits.

Here are two suggestions for the maths: 

Polyhedron Models by M Wenninger, which is what I used for inspiration for Draco’s magi-babble about the ward (plus fabricated bits of arithmancy)

Have a flip through An Introduction to Mathematical Reasoning by P Eccles – it’s written for first year uni students so it’s palatable for the not-so-maths-inclined, but I like it for clarifying concepts like what infinity actually means in maths, and mathematical proofs (what/how/why). I’d love to see a magical system based on maths (off to google) 

Curious: what is the last book you read? Fiction and nonfiction! What is the last book you reread?

Last book read: The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens. Gutted, sickened, awe-struck that he was only 24 when he wrote this. Leave some for the rest of us for god’s sake. 

My favourite quote: ‘There are very few moments in a man's existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.’

Last reread: Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There. Comfort read. ‘Life, what is it but a dream?’ (and opportunities to recommend fanfic to Boris)

Hello! This story was absolutely magnificent. I have two questions about it! What was your favorite scene to write? What is your favorite scene to read?

Favourite to write. Any of the following: the return of the nuns, any banter sequences, the rose garden, the Samhain chapter, the Darcy vs Darcy confession (thank you to a reviewer for that particular appellation), their last kiss 

Favourite scene to read: the great humbling of Draco Malfoy in Chapter 20 and subsequent hug & linger

This was a difficult question! 

Finally, if I may show you this magnificent art by anndro1d of angry Hermione driving off in Ch 7

Made my day! Thank you!

[captnjacksparrow]

Thoughts on HashiMito and DanTsu?

It's not like I dislike HashiMito or anything just because I ship Hashirama with Madara. It's just that they don't even have a single interaction to judge what kind of couple they are... Hashi got resurrected and was proudly declaring that he was looking forward to see his old friend.

They are the Official Couple but looks like a fanon one. So, I don't have any opinion about HashiMito.

As for DanTsunade, It's another example of a couple with a perfect relationship.... I repeat 'relationship' development. Not just blind Romance or Crush. Just like how 2 people meet in their Office, they share common interests, they get along, focus on their goals, love each other. It's very neat, mature and pleasant.

Tsunade has her own dream to reform the Medical System of Konoha & Dan has his own dream of becoming a Hokage. Both are supportive of each other's dreams. I think in a perfect AU, they would've been 'The Power Couple'... Like Dan being a Hokage and Tsunade handling a 'Medical Academy' to pass off her knowledge to many other aspiring Ninjas and going out for difficult missions...

[[People who say Girls don’t have any dreams in this series... Well, here you go... There is one... A realistic & a Noble one at that... And she fucking fulfilled it. The Author just refused to give one for ‘certain’ characters because they have no purpose in this Story anyway... ]]

Even after Dan got resurrected, Tsunade wasn't wetting over her Beloved Dan.

She was very much focused on her Hokage duties... Well, Dan didn’t even cross her mind after that Unlike ‘certain’ other characters where they wet immediately on the their sight of their beloved... ‘XXXX-Kun’..... 

She not only achieved her own dreams, she fulfilled Dan’s dream as well by becoming the Hokage. It started with this...

And she finally got her closure to her relationship when Dan kissed her forehead. 

What’s not to like about this ship??? 

Within the small space allocated for them, as a Side Characters, this ship impressed me a lottttt more than ‘certain’ other ships with Main Characters.

Oh by the way... Why didn’t the author draw something like this for.... Oops never mind.... Not here....

This ship is the best example that the Author knows how to write Romance.

[howdoyousleep3]

uhhhhhhhh so lovely to see you doing the WIP Tag Game I have, in fact, been eagerly anticipating this one 🤤

selfishly asking about two bc I have no control!

Dom/Sub AU: have you already decided who is who? :’)

Silver !! Fox !! Bar !! Daddy !! For the bang?! SIGH

No pressure to share snippets ofc, any kind of sneak peek or detail or whatever is welcome 🥰

Kisses xxxx

Teesha! 🥰 You continue to be the sweetest!

Okay, Dom/Sub AU. I have thought about who is going to be who and it won't come as a surprise and maybe even will induce and eye roll or two, heh. For that one, I'm going to have a younger Bucky be the Sub and an older Steve be the Dom. I went back and forth with a few but I think with my story idea these two would work best. I have the outline laid out and I know it'll be three chapters/parts but I have no idea when it will be brought to life. As I mentioned in that WIP post, I feel bad for even having thoughts about others stories when I have two pretty large stories/series to wrap up.

Silver! Fox! Bar! Daddy! Yessssss, possibly for the Bang! I have things written out but not much and nothing I'm delighted with but anything for you so...

“How you likin’ your domestic, city boy?”

Steve’s voice.

It’s like it has movement to it, fluidity, runs down Bucky’s spine, swirls around in Bucky’s ears before filtering into his head. It’s smooth and rich and deep; it’s exactly the kind of voice Steve should have. There’s a bit of a southern drawl hidden within his words, but nothing compared to the accent Bucky hears from other corners of this bar.

It’s sexy as hell nonetheless.

Bucky fights the smile that wants to stretch across his face, that inexperienced enthusiasm wanting to make itself known. He huffs in place of laughter instead, looks down at his hand wrapped around his can of PBR.

“It’s treating me just fine,” Bucky chooses to respond with, allowing a twitch of his lips to filter through when he looks back up at Steve. “City boy, huh?”

Steve smirks down at the rag he pushes around the bartop before tossing it up over his broad shoulder, pressing his hands to the surface as he looks down at Bucky. He thinks he makes a valiant attempt at not letting his eyes dance and follow the stretch of the dark shirt pulled taut across Steve’s chest but by the gleam in Steve’s eyes Bucky knows he’s been caught.

“Yeah, ‘city boy’. I’m wrong?” Steve counters beautifully, a bit playful with an edge of seriousness that challenges Bucky to counter, to argue back and to play. Bucky chuckles into his next sip as he looks away from Steve for fear of making a fool of himself.

“Won’t show my hand just yet. What makes you think that?”

The corner of Steve’s mouth twitches as he cocks his head, gives Bucky a very deliberate once-over. It’s a goddamn miracle Bucky doesn’t visibly shiver under such a look.

“Alright, let’s see,” Steve starts, running his teeth along his bottom lip. Bucky is going to pass out.

“Don’t get many men comin’ around here with long hair like yours, especially none bold enough to wear it up in an updo like that. Your accent gave you away immediately, a little clipped, but goddamn if it ain’t your clothes, kid.”

Bucky grins when Steve ends his inspection with a lilt of laughter, takes one last swig of his beer before responding.

“My clothes that bad?”

“Nah, not bad at all,” Steve counters quickly with a shake of the head. “Just scream pretty city boy, s’all: leather jacket, tight jeans, those sunglasses. Y’aint from around here.”

😬 Not sure if this will stick around but it's a snippet! Sending lots of snugs and kisses back your way. I hope you're doing well! Thank you for letting me share some new ideas. 💕