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ariesize · 19 days ago

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emmrich x rook: 'til the grass around my gravestone is deceased

A/N: its 4.7k words of library sex and mushy gushy feelings. TW for blood and smoking again. also on ao3 (click to check tags).

Rook’s lounging on the floor of Neve’s office, the mouthpiece connected to one of the hoses of the hookah in the middle of the group is dangling from her fingers as the smoke slowly trickles out of her mouth. Lucanis, Neve, and Davrin are all present, everyone feeling light and buzzed from the smoke.

Nights like these make Rook feel normal. She’s with her friends, listening to Lucanis tell a story about a contract gone spectacularly wrong and for a moment she can pretend this is totally normal - that they aren’t in the dread wolf’s hideout in the fade while, taking a reprieve from planning to kill two other gods in a fight to save the world. No, none of that is allowed in here tonight. Check your apocalyptic baggage at the door and sit on the floor and pretend like everything is fine.

“Illario wouldn’t even look at me for two weeks after we got back,” Lucanis is saying with his eyes bright and smile wide, coffee in hand and passing the hose to Davrin, who wipes tears from his eyes from laughing so hard. It’s nice to see these two getting along - tensions were high after Weisshaupt and Rook was nervous they would never be able to reconcile afterwards. But here they are, this strange little family falling into step with one another.

“Were you ever able to figure out who took your pants?” Davrin asks, causing another round of laughter from the group. Lucanis shakes his head, crossing his legs in front of him and letting his head rest on Neve’s desk behind him from his spot on the floor.

“Never, but that does not stop me from checking every Rivani merchant stall I see. I loved those pants,” Lucanis says with a wistful note. The air in the room is warm and thick with smoke and Rook could be content to stay there for hours more, laying on the floor and indulging in the evening - or what passes for evening in this place where the light never dims - but she knows if she doesn’t move now then she’s never moving again. Her body is still aching from a fight against the Antaam she encountered in Rivain earlier in the day and she can’t help but wince a little as she starts to stand up.

Rook’s movement is met with a chorus of disapproval from the group, Davrin going as far as to give her two thumbs down. She takes one last drag from the hookah and blames her aches and pains and says, “I don't think I can follow that story up, Lucanis,” nudging his leg gently with her foot. “It's well past time for me to go lay down on something that isn't a floor,” Rook says as she makes her way to the door.

She looks back at the group and gives them a small wave, blows them a kiss goodnight. Davrin shoos her away, Lucanis says she's no fun as he takes another sip of coffee, and Neve gives her a wink that makes Rook falter for just one second. There’s no way she knows anything, right?

Rook leaves before anything else happens that might make her linger even longer and takes a deep breath when the door shuts behind her. The air is warm but not stifling, almost comforting in a way. She doesn't think of the lighthouse as home but it is safe and for that she is grateful. She stretches her arms out, reaches down to touch her toes, listening to her joints pop and oh that feels nice, she thinks, all loose, warm and buzzy from the hookah.

As much as she loves spending time with her friends, this crew who is rapidly approaching the sector of her brain reserved for family, she is all too eager to head inside and seek out the person she's been spending most of her time with lately. If she wasn't so relaxed and fuzzy from the evening she'd be trying not to sprint inside, through the doors, and up the stairs and into Emmrich’s bed as quickly as she possibly could.

And who can blame her for it? She's living out dreams she didn't even know she had. Her previous partners were fast, quick, nothing to write home about - barely even footnotes on her life's story. But Emmrich? He’ll get an entire volume. Rook never knew she could be treated this way. Emmrich spends time with her like he actually cares about knowing who she is. He asks questions, recalls little comments she doesn't even remember making in the first place. He’s brought romance to her life where previously there was none. Rook didn't think she was worth gestures big or small until now.

It’s in the way he touches her like he can’t believe it’s him who gets to do such a thing. What a concept, that he’s the one whose bed she crawls into late at night, where she wakes up in the mornings. It's with his hands that he gets to unravel her and put her back together again, his sighs that meet her lips, his words and praise that rest against her skin.

How funny it is to have found this man made of light and love in the dark and chilly halls of the Necropolis. She's almost indebted to Solas for without him and without this war she never would have found Emmrich.

She's equally as besotted with him too. There is nothing Rook loves more than to just be in his presence. She may be the leader here but he commands attention so effortlessly that she feels like jelly when he looks at her across a room or across the battlefield. How did she get so lucky, to be the object of his affection?

She brings him back all sorts of items from her travels when he doesn't accompany her - I found this ink in Treviso and the dark green made me think of you. Look, this flower grew in the Hossberg Wetlands of all places and I rolled it in a map so it didn't get destroyed - and he accepts them all with glee. “My little crow,” he said once after receiving one of her many gifts, laughter wrinkling his eyes and his hands coming up to cup her face, “truly living up to her title.”

Rook is pleasantly surprised to walk through the doors and see Emmrich sitting on the green couch, a book open in his lap and a stack of others placed on the table before him. He doesn’t seem to notice her walk in so she uses that to her advantage, pulling on a lifetime of crow training to creep around and peek over his shoulder. The book he's reading is, of course, in a language she couldn't even begin to place. She presses her lips together to keep her from smiling too big in case it turns into a laugh. Rook will never understand the allure books and knowledge holds over him, but she can appreciate it all the same for books and learning have made him into who he is now, her brilliant professor who studies her with that same meticulous care.

He’s too observant, too practiced at noticing students sneak into class late, too in tune with his surroundings out of necessity borne from life in the Necropolis, because she doesn't manage to sneak up on him at all actually. She's lost her touch, or maybe she just wants him to find her in every room so that she can't hide from him. She's addicted to his gaze and his attention, every look between them feels like she's been drinking the sweetest, most delicious wine she's ever had. It's then that he finally acknowledges her - he doesn't turn to face her but rather says softly, “Do you intend to say anything or just lurk in the shadows, my dear?”

Rook laughs and, since they’re completely alone in this space, drapes her arms around his shoulders from behind and buries her face where his shoulder meets his neck. His hand comes up to grasp one of hers and brings it to his mouth, gently kissing it before returning it to its previous spot.

“Guess I’m a little out of practice,” Rook says, her words muffled by his shirt. She goes around and sits down next to him, promptly swinging her legs onto his lap and laying back so her head is placed upon the arm of the couch. His gloved hand comes to rest against her shins, the other has been claimed by Rook who is holding it with both of hers, idly fidgeting with his rings and bracelets. “Am I interrupting?” she asks, knowing full well he'd stop doing just about anything if she asked him to.

“Nothing that can't wait until another time,” he says and is instantly met with a coy, lip-bitten smile from Rook. She looks from his eyes down to his hand where she’s sliding her favorite ring, the one with the emerald, up and down his finger. “Although, might I suggest we move this conversation upstairs?” he adds, knowing exactly what that look is a prelude to.

She can't even pretend to have had other motives for seeking him out to start with. Her thoughts are always revolving around him these days, and she can't help it if those thoughts quickly turn from innocent to, well, anything but. She’s flesh and blood and who can blame her if her thoughts turn to daydreams about his hands on her, his mouth whispering sweet nothings against her lips as his cock drives in and out of her.

Rook really does consider his offer to go upstairs for about three seconds. She almost starts to get up because truth be told she’ll do anything he asks, too but then pauses, an idea forming and she knows he's not going to go along with this but she might as well try. Rook is anything but a quitter.

Theory: Emmrich loves books, loves being surrounded by them, and though he hasn't said it yet she thinks he just might love her too. Therefore, through the combination of these elements, maybe he would be so kind as to fuck her. Here. In the library.

“I actually think I'm perfectly happy here,” Rook says, her voice dropping ever so slightly. Her lips start to pout as she drops his hand onto her thigh and moves hers up to the neckline of her shirt. “It is a little warm in here, however,” she says as she unfastens the first two buttons. She slowly brings her hands down over her chest, her eyes never leaving his.

Emmrich may be a gentleman and a scholar, the perfect image of a polished and professional man, but he is a man at the end of the day. A man who has divulged, in great detail, exactly how her body makes him feel. She knows he loves her curves, her short frame and the way he towers over her. He’s touched every inch of her with hands and lips and could tell you about every scar and mark and dimple she has. Rook uses this to her advantage now, hoping the tiniest amount of skin revealed from those first two buttons are enough to make his mind wander to the rest of her body that he already knows so well. She sees his eyes following her neckline down, pausing at her cleavage as his eyes grow darker, his cheeks flush ever so slightly.

It’s now or never, she thinks as she moves her legs off of him and onto the ground, pushing off of the couch to circle around it. She wants to make this seductive, his young lover in a library openly throwing herself at him, begging to be touched and fucked while the threat of being caught looms over them. She goes to wrap her arms around his shoulders as she had when she walked into the room earlier, but never gets the chance as he’s already a step ahead of her.

He looks completely unphased as he too gets up and starts putting books back on the shelves next to the couch. She's leaning over the back of the couch and she knows she's overdoing it but she wants to see him affected by her, and wants her little scheme to unfold right here in the library. Her head is resting on her folded arms on the couch, her back is arched and she's practically begging for him to come over, touch her, do anything he wants to her.

Emmrich spares her a glance, and she sees a look - hungry but tame - ghost over his features. He takes his time putting the books back, letting his fingers run along the edges of the spines, the shelves, even flipping through a few of them before putting them back in their spots. It’s torture for Rook to watch and wait for him to acknowledge her. It’s as he slides the last book in place that he finally says, “Rook, I know what you’re trying to do and I must insist. This is not the place.”

“But it's the library. Haven’t you ever thought about having sex in a library?” she asks.

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but that particular adventure was crossed off my list many years ago,” Emmrich says, causing Rook’s mouth to fall open in surprise. She doesn’t know why she’s so surprised - he’s regaled her with sordid tales from his student days plenty of times before - but she can honestly say she wasn’t expecting him to say that.

She recovers quickly though, her eyes firmly set on the prize in front of her.

“Well, as lovely as that must have been, you’ve never fucked me in a library before and I’d like to see what the fuss is about,” she sighs, turning her head to face the opposite direction. She’s rapidly approaching begging territory, ready to get down on her knees and plead with him to take her right here where they stand. She knows he secretly enjoys this side of her, a little sassy and a little demanding, just so he can knock her down a notch; Emmrich argues that he is not into using his authority in a professorial manner over her in this type of context, saying he wishes to keep these two parts of his life entirely separated, but she has yet to see him follow through on that claim.

She hears him move but doesn’t know where he is until he’s right behind her, hands gripping her hips hard and lips brushing against her ear. She inhales sharply at his breath on her skin, his thumbs rubbing back and forth across her hip bones. “Anyone could walk in. Taash is right upstairs. What if they hear?” he says quietly while Rook tries to shift under his hands and turn to face him. His grip is unrelenting, however, and she’s forced to stay still underneath him.

“It’s thrilling,” is all she can manage before one of his hands, the ungloved one, comes up from her body to cover her mouth. He knows exactly what he’s doing, knows how weak his hands make her, how easily she’ll follow his instruction if he takes the lead.

“If we do this then you are not to make a sound,” he says, teeth nipping at her ear and his hand catching the moan threatening to escape her mouth. “If you do, I will stop immediately. Do you understand?” Oh how quickly the tables have turned. In an instant she went from having to convince him this was a good idea to him taking the lead, ordering her to follow his rules which she is all too happy to comply with.

Rook nods, silently mourning the loss of his hand on her mouth as it goes back to her hips. It’s suddenly very real; she truly can’t believe she got him to agree to this as fast as he did. He was absolutely already thinking about this, she thinks, suppressing a smirk from forming across her lips.

His hands quickly begin working where her pants are fastened and she wants to help but their positioning, plus the other hand on her hip, are keeping her firmly rooted in place. It doesn’t take much to get her hot and ready, something he’d been delighted to learn early on in their relationship. After his hand on her mouth, his lips against her ear, and the fact that he’s indulging her in this fantasy and she’s already delightfully wet when he tugs down her pants slightly and reaches his hand in between her legs.

“My dear, I do believe you’ll be the death of me,” he whispers as he slips two fingers inside of her while his index finger rubs at her clit. She wants to let him hear how good he makes her feel, wants to let the whimper that’s building in her throat out but she can’t risk him stopping now. She asked for this, begged for it even, so she’s going to do exactly as she’s told.

He’s supposed to be a good teacher, afterall. Might as well follow his careful instruction to the best of her abilities.

Rook barely even gets to enjoy the feeling of his fingers inside of her, his warm hand with jewels and gold and ink smudges that she so desperately loves, before they’re gone. She hears him fumbling with the buckles and buttons of his own pants and she spreads her legs a little farther apart in anticipation while rising up on her tiptoes to account for their height difference. She braces her arms on the back of the couch, says a quick prayer to the Maker that the rest of her team is busy elsewhere and won’t ruin this for them.

What she’s not expecting is his hand coming up in front of her face. His palm is facing upwards, his fingers still shining with her slick, as he leans over her again so his lips are next to her ear when he commands, deeply and softly, “Spit.”

She has to bite down on her bottom lip so hard to keep her mouth from opening and obscene sounds from falling out. Her lip is bloody, her eyes are closed and her breathing is deep and hard and this is the first time he’s ever asked her to do this. It’s like he can see directly into her brain and knows all of her secrets and fantasies.

To her credit, Rook is a great listener. She gathers spit in her mouth, lets it slowly spill from her blood tinged lips and into his waiting palm. She is so careful not to make a single sound, and she is rewarded by a warm exhale of breath on her neck and a soft, “Very good, my love,” said into her hair.

She doesn’t know why she’s the one who has to be quiet when she’s not the one covered in loud gold jewelry. The sounds of his bracelets clinging against one another as he quickly strokes himself make her mouth water even more, this bubble of silence momentarily burst by the metallic sounds of his hand moving up and down.

Rook does such a good job staying silent when he finally enters her from behind. She so badly wants to say anything, make any noise at all, as he sets a punishingly quick pace. She’s breathing heavily as she adjusts to the feeling of him inside her, her exhales being the only noise she can hear aside from the sounds of skin on skin and all of his fucking jewelry.

Of course he isn't following his own rule, still close enough to her ear that he can say all sorts of filthy things between them. “Such a good girl, staying so quiet just like I asked,” he whispers, his breath hot against her ear and she might as well bite her lip off from how hard she's bearing down on it. The challenge of being quiet only enhances this for her, though. Knowing any sound she makes could get them caught is utterly thrilling.

The hand that isn’t gripping her hip moves up under her shirt and cups her breast, fingers rolling and pinching her sensitive nipple until she’s seeing stars. She pushes her hips back against him and is pleased to hear the quietest moan from behind her. His hand on her hip grabs on even harder, definitely hard enough to bruise, and all of those aches and pains she was complaining about earlier today are no longer bothering her; her brain is unable to recognize sensations not being caused by her lover at this moment.

Rook was almost able to forget they were doing this out in the open until a crash from upstairs startles both of them. His hand quickly comes up from her breast to her mouth, covering it to ensure she stays as quiet as possible. They hear a muffled groan and a string of expletives from the direction of Taash’s room. Neither Rook or Emmrich make any movements, both of their hearts beating like crazy while they wait a moment longer to see if they’ll be caught or not.

They wait one beat, two, until she slowly rocks her hips again, pushing back against him to drive his cock further inside of her. His hand is still over her mouth and she softly drags her tongue across his palm, tasting her spit and his skin and finally he picks the pace up behind her, pushing into her with more force than before. The friction is almost too much yet still not enough, her release is still out of reach but his hand over her mouth is definitely helping.

Rook lets her mouth fall open as much as his hand will let her, lets her tongue dart out and across his palm once more before gently brushing against the bottom of his fingers, over his rings until she cannot reach any more skin. He removes his hand for just one moment, long enough to brush her hair off her neck so he can suck on the spot behind her ear, kiss his way up to the pointed tip before going back down to leave bites and bruises along her neck.

As nice as this is, and as much as she’s enjoying herself, she needs more, needs something else to stop her brain from thinking too much and relax, let her pleasure build until it crashes. His hand on her mouth was definitely helping, and before she can think she’s reaching back for his hand and bringing it back to her lips.

She doesn’t place his hand over her mouth this time, however. Instead she takes two fingers, his index and middle, and puts them right inside of her mouth. She hears his sharp intake of breath behind her, his rhythm faltering for just one second. It’s not often that she’s able to surprise him but she feels like she won this round of a nonexistent game. His speed quickens, he’s driving into her with such a force that she feels her knees going weak. The friction is so delightful, rougher than she expected he would ever be with her but that combined with his fingers on her tongue has her eyes rolling back, moans building in her throat that will never see the light of day.

Rook gently starts to suck on his fingers, coaxing them deeper and deeper into her mouth until she’s got them as far back as they’ll go. Her throat is relaxed as her tongue swirls around his fingers, spit pooling around the edges of her lips. It’s filthy, it’s addictive, it’s too much at once and there it is, that familiar pressure in her belly. She’s filled with nothing but Emmrich, his cock and his hand, his body pressed into hers and he’s quietly telling her how perfect you are, how she wants everyone to see her like this, and it’s intoxicating. She’s drunk off of him, and oh how perfect it is. He slowly starts to remove his fingers from her throat and mouth, giving her one last moment to lick and suck them before removing them completely while telling her how amazing she is for taking him down that far.

His hand moves from her mouth and snakes further down until he’s between her legs, his fingers still covered in her spit start rubbing circles around her clit, and it's too much. She lets out the tiniest of sighs, pressing her lips securely together so no sound escapes as her orgasm rips through her. It’s not long until he follows her over the edge, just a few more thrusts and he’s holding her hips flush against him as he comes inside of her, biting back his own sighs of release and ecstasy.

Conclusion: After rigorous testing, this theory can be confirmed as True. Professor Volkarin did indeed kindly enough fuck her in the library. Whether he was convinced through his love of libraries, books, or for her own self has yet to be discovered, however it can be suggested to be through the combined power of all three.

When Rook’s brain is functioning slightly again, her knees no longer wobbling and her arms no longer braced on the back of the couch for support, she can’t help but let a small laugh out. Her pants are still pulled down, Emmrich’s come is now slowly leaking out of her and down her leg. Her blonde curls are a mess and her lips are red and faintly smeared with blood from where she bit down too hard. Her neck has blooming bruises from his mouth and teeth that are already coming to the surface. She looks absolutely wrecked and she knows it, the perfect picture of debauchery. She can see it in the way he looks at her as she turns around to face him, and she can’t help the smile that spreads across her face or the hearty laugh that bursts out of her throat.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” she whispers, still afraid of being caught. She finally bends over and pulls her pants up before working on getting her hair back into place. Her bangs are matted to her forehead with sweat and she really can’t wait to take a bath shortly.

“That makes two of us,” Emmrich replies as he finishes buttoning up his pants. He looks far better than she does, but her trained eye notices the sweat on his forehead and the blush on his cheeks, the way his shirt and vest are slightly more rumpled than usual. It’s not long before he can’t contain his own laughter, his gloved hand reaching over to cup her cheek and kiss her before they can keep laughing.

There’s no heat behind this kiss. It’s sweet, full of reverence and what she hopes is love. He doesn’t go far when he breaks away from her, only moving so he can gently press his forehead against hers.

“You’ve turned me into a lovesick fool, my dear. I don’t think there’s anything you couldn’t convince me to do with you,” he mutters, pressing one last kiss to her lips before pulling back and stepping away from her. “However I think it’s time we went somewhere to get cleaned up, preferably somewhere private this time,” he adds, the corners of his lips coming up into a smile.

“Lead the way,” is all Rook can say. She doesn’t think now is the best time to blurt out that she’s oh so deeply in love with him but it’s all she can feel, absolutely sated and perfectly in love. Maybe tomorrow, she thinks as she starts to follow him towards the stairs, that’s when I’ll say it.

For now, though, she’ll go upstairs with him. She’ll let him clean her up and then defile her again and again until neither of them can stay awake any longer. And maybe, when she’s cracking her eyes open for the first time tomorrow he’ll still be in bed with her, awake but content to hold her as she drifts in and out of sleep in his arms. His hands can trace patterns into her skin, his gentle touch tethering her to consciousness. It will be warm and cozy, soft and lovely and perfect and should she be so lucky it's how she’d choose to wake up every day for the rest of her life.

#emmrich x rook #emmrook #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age fanfiction #datv #another one for the hand kink and praise kink folks #hope u enjoy xoxoxo #sry if it's a little gross i am also a little gross and also currently reading lapvona which is VERY gross so

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casspurrjoybell-20 · 1 year ago

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Sky Twizzlers - Chapter 23a

*Warning Adult Content*

Y’all Move fast - Part 1 - Aaron

After coming out to my mates, we remained cuddled to each other until Aubrey and I were hungry. My body felt light and filled with warmth. I finally did it. After years of worrying about what would happen, my mates were fine with who I was.Not only that but we had an understanding of our boundaries. We had talked a bit more and Aubrey and Evander made sure to discuss what would happen between them.N

ow, I felt closer to them than I had before. We'd forgiven each other, we'd come to a complete understanding and we knew what to do if we had trouble. Things would be good from now on, I could just tell. After having breakfast in Yuki and Minori's house, we all packed up to leave. I felt a bit sad. I'd wanted to see more of the dragon realm like other dragons and stuff.

But, I was also eager to get back to home base so we could report and figure out what to do next. Now that Rin was safe and with us, we had an advantage. I was sure that Rin would be willing to help, seeing as their mate was so heavily involved.

"I promise we will visit soon," I heard Rin tell their sister.

The two were hugging tightly and when they pulled away, I saw that Yuki was crying.

"That's all I could ever ask for, Rin. I've missed you so much."

"I know and I'm sorry. I really am."

Yuki smiled a bit and walked away with Minori by her side. Erin quickly walked to Rin and grabbed their hand. Already, they were practically one person. But, I didn't feel nearly as jealous of it as I did earlier. My mates and I were finally on the right track. I knew we would get there someday soon.Erin walked over with Rin and grinned at me.

"You're happy."

"No shit, Sherlock. I'm alive and we completed our mission," I shot back with a huff.

"No, you're happy because of something else," he elaborated. "But whatever, you don't have to tell me. We should get going so we can call Wren and see how things are going."

"Yeah."

"We're going to your main base?" Rin asked.

"We are. Then, we might rest up a bit at the pack, check things out," Erin added. "Why?"

"Nothing really, just curious," they said with a small shrug. "I'm nervous to meet your pack."

"They're going to love you, okay?" Erin said, reaching out to cup their face.

Rin looked at Erin with wide eyes. Goddess, they looked all mushy-gushy already. I faked a gag which made Erin flip me off as he pulled Rin into a hug. I chuckled and walked off. Idiot. I was glad he was so excited, though. This was finally the start of a new chapter for him. Now, all we needed to do was kick the Eye's ass so we could live in peace.

‘Mostly peace. You still have problems of your own

With final farewells to Yuki, Minori led us back to the portal. I was the last one to go through but before I did, they grabbed my arm.

"I never said this in front of Yuki because she believes her sibling is good but be careful. Rin... they hurt Yuki and their family, a lot. Even if they have changed, I still don't trust them."

"Thank you for the warning," I said. "But why are you telling me?"

"Because I know you're more than just a werewolf. I don't know what you can do but it's obvious you led us to Rin in more ways than one. Your judgment should guide you. This is simply a warning to keep your eyes open. Rin is not a bad person, they're just... their past is one that doesn't just haunt them."

"I will but Rin's my best friend's mate. I don't want to suspect his mate without his knowledge."

Minori nodded.

"Well, if you need help, you're more than welcome to come back. If I'm being honest, some weird stuff has been happening in the realm." They paused, before waving their hand in dismissal. "That doesn't concern you, though. Get going."

"Bye, thank you again for putting up with us," I said.

They nodded again, so I walked through the portal. Evander and Aubrey were by another tree, holding hands. I walked over to them and offered a small smile.

"Are we ready to go?" I asked them.

"We decided to stay for the rest of the day since the best flight would be tonight. What would you like to do?" Evander said.

"Oh. Why don't we do a little sight-seeing?" I offered.

"Rin wants to show me some spots they like. You can join us," Erin piped up as he and Rin walked over.

"You promised you'd show me around, too," Evander added, looking at Rin.

"Let's go then," Aubrey cheered, making me fight down a smile at his enthusiasm.

The rest of the group split away from us but we decided to take a walk around and explore. I desperately wished I could hold Evander and Aubrey's hands at once but I figured it would be a little too much for the humans around us. Still, it was nice being with them close by. We stopped by an aquarium first. After getting tickets, we stepped inside and walked around. Rin and Erin walked off together, so my mates and I decided to stand by one of the exhibits.

"Oh, so pretty," Aubrey whispered. "I've never been to a place like this before."

My chest tightened. He'd missed out on so much being in captivity. Everything I took for granted, that Evander took for granted, Aubrey was experiencing for the first time. With a quick glance around, thank Goddess aquariums aren't brightly lit, I walked closer and grabbed his hand.

"It is. When we get back home, I want to take you to lots of places like this."

He looked up at me with a bright smile.

"Really?"

"Of course. You deserve it."

His giggle warmed my heart. I felt Evander's presence behind us, so I knew he heard our plans. I wanted to take them both to the places I enjoyed. There, we could openly be a troupe. I turned my head to look at Evander and he offered a gentle smile. I reached out to squeeze his hand and his smile widened. After walking around the exhibits some more, we all met up to eat some food.

We decided to go back to the hotel and eat at the restaurant there so we could go for a swim and pack up to leave. The food was good, expensive but we weren't paying for it and we got to talk to Rin some more. I quickly noticed that Erin and Rin were very close already. The dragon was very open with their mate, which surprised me a bit, I guess. I never thought they'd be so quick to fawn all over each other but there they were, with Erin letting Rin feed him bites of their food as the dragon smiled.

"Rin's always been quick to move past things. They don't like to dwell on what makes them hurt," Evander whispered from beside me.

"Oh?"

"And once they're comfortable, they're quite open and sociable. You just have to be patient and honest," he further explained.

It made sense but Rin made it seem like what happened hadn't been an ordeal for them. Was that just their coping mechanism? Evander explained it that way. But, was it healthy?

‘Don't interfere, Aaron. Let them handle it. It's their relationship, not yours.’

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annab-recs · 5 years ago

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Straight Simpin - JJ Maybank

JJ thinks he’s all big and bad, saying he would never ever be caught simping over a girl. That is until John B and Pope catch him doing exactly that with you.

Requested by @danicarosaline 💙

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 1.4k+

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"Every time she's around, your eyes are glued on her, dude," JJ teased his curly-headed best friend who sat across the table from him.

"I gotta say you have it bad for Sarah Cameron," Pope adds on as he munches on a french fry. John B shoots him a glare before coming back at him.

"I have it bad?" He questions as he gestures towards the girl with long brown curly hair who is helping her father behind the counter. "Have you seen the way you are with Kie? You are one hundred percent a simp for the girl." A small smile spreads upon the dark-skinned boy's face as he tugs his hat down a little lower to hide his flustered expression.

"What? I like her, man. Nothing wrong with that," Pope tells him as JJ lets out a chuckle.

"I'll tell you two suckers one thing. You will never catch me all mushy and gushy over a girl like y'all are. That shit's lame." The two boys collectively roll their eyes at JJ knowing as soon as you showed up, his tough guy act would fall to the floor in an instant and he would be all over you.

"Okay, whatever," John B scoffed before taking a sip of his water.

...

"Sorry guys! I didn't mean to come so late. They had me held up at work later than expected," you rush the words out as you plop down in the seat between JJ and Pope and set your bag down next to you on the floor.

"About damn time. I was beginning to think you forgot about us," John B spoke from across the table.

"How could I forget about you guys?" You giggle as you ruffle your fingers through JJ's hair. He sends a sweet smile your way before pulling your hand out of his golden locks and placing it down on your thigh.

"Have you eaten today?" He questions as he fixes the blond strands you just threw all over the place.

"Not since like ten this morning. I'm fucking starving," you say as you place a hand on your growling stomach. JJ pushes his plate of fries towards you before turning around to the counter at The Wreck.

"Kie, we need some food in here! Y/n hasn't eaten since this morning! Here, eat my fries until she brings you something." You do as asked of you and giggle at the boy beside you. You notice small snickers coming from John B and Pope but think nothing of it. In what feels like no time at all, Kie comes out with some food for you and takes a seat at the table as well.

"So how was work today, y/n?" She inquired but by the rolling of your eyes, she could tell it was not a good day.

"It was literally the fucking worst. When I got there, the place was so busy with almost no one working so I had to deal with all that. Then, a group of stuck up kooks came in and would pick clothes up but then throw them back down all messed up, so I'd have to go behind them and refold everything. And then, oh my God, the worst part was this guy who came in the store and at first, I was like he's kinda cute but then he kept trying to talk to me and hitting on me in a gross way and I was clearly uninterested. Then I go to the back of the store to get something and he follows me, grabs my ass, and says 'The only thing in this store that I want is you'. I literally wanted to vomit."

"Ew," Kie comments and you nod your head in agreement.

"Yeah, I know."

"Do you know who he is? Or his name?" JJ asks from beside you, but you shake your head at him.

"I think I've seen him hang out with Kelce before but that's it," you inform him before turning your attention back to the food sitting in front of you.

"Was it that Justin guy?" He further presses on the issue that you could care less about.

"Maybe? I don't know. I don't know a Justin. Why's it such a big deal?"

"Because he touched you and was being a perv and I won't hesitate to cave his face in." You could see him getting riled up, so you placed your hand on top of his balled-up fist, feeling it loosen under your touch.

"Easy there tiger. I am fine. No need to get all worked up or fight someone." His blue eyes soften when they make eye contact with yours and you give his hand a little pat before going back to eating. The crew around you continues to converse as you eat. You can feel JJ looking over at you every once in a while, but you shake it off. Just when you finish your meal, an upbeat song comes on the radio and all you want to do is dance.

“Would you care to dance with me?” You ask the blond who sat to your right. A small grin grew on his face as he nodded his head. You stood up and held a hand out to him, which he gladly took as you eagerly dragged him over to an empty spot near the radio. As the two of you goofily danced and swayed, your group of friends discussed what was happening between you and JJ.

“They are so cute,” Kie gushed from her seat as she watched the two of you sway to the music. She smiled, seeing the biggest grin spread on your face after JJ twirled you around before pulling you back towards him. “They are so fucking adorable. I don’t get why they don’t just date already.”

“I don’t know either, but JJ has it so bad for that girl,” Pope adds. John B nods in agreement before speaking.

“He’s straight simpin, bro.” The two boys laugh at the dancing boy who had said only moments before that he would never be ‘all mushy and gushy over a girl’. John B and Pope continue joking about the lovesick blonde until the song ends and you and JJ come back to the table, giggling.

“Did you two have fun?” John B asked you with a mischievous smile on his face. You rolled your eyes before responding.

“Yeah, I did. Did you, JJ?” You asked, turning towards him. He nodded his head before shooting a warning glare to the Routledge boy. Pope chuckled beside you before changing the subject and carrying on a conversation with Kiara. An hour or so passes and tiredness falls over you as you let out a small yawn.

“I think I’m going to go. I’m exhausted after work today and I have to go back tomorrow,” you announce as you stand from your chair and push it in behind you.

“Want me to walk with you?” JJ asks.

“No, it’s okay. You can stay and hang. Don’t worry about me.”

“You sure?” He questions once more and you nod, another yawn spilling past your lips. You say your goodbyes and leave the restaurant.

“Oh y/n, have you eaten anything today?” John B mocks JJ’s sweet and caring actions from earlier.

“Yeah, and do you want to dance with me?” Pope adds to the torment.

“She asked me to dance,” JJ defended himself.

“But you said yes,” John B counters as JJ sits back and lets him talk, knowing that it would not be long before he would catch him doing the same thing with Sarah Cameron.

“So, you’re saying that if the kook princess waltzed up in here and asked you to dance with her, you would decline?” JJ asked the shaggy-haired boy. John B stayed quiet, knowing full and well that he would dance with Sarah if given the chance.

“That’s what I thought,” JJ spoke as Pope giggled loudly at John B’s embarrassment. “Oh, zip it, you know you’d do the same if the girl of your dreams asked you too.” Kie laughed at JJ’s effectiveness to shut the other boys down, but she was completely oblivious of the fact that she was the girl of Pope’s dreams.

“Okay boys, help me clean up around here, and then let’s go, alright?” Kie asked and the three nodded as they began to pick up their plates and continue picking on each other about their love lives.

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bee--blossom · 3 years ago

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𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 (𝚌!𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

♡ synopsis: you and wilbur practice sparring, but you feel down and get frustrated when things start collapsing. it’s hurt comfort. it’s soft. mushy gushy.

♡ word count: 1,066

♡ pronouns: none

♡ tw?: a wee bit of language, a bit angsty but not really

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Your labored breaths came out in shudders as your weak, bruised knees dug into the earth. One hand was on the cold, powdery ground beneath you and the other was gripping your sword, which was laying by your side. A blade was held to your chest, and a calloused hand was gripping your chin. He had you beat. Again.

“I wonder what I should do with you…” He taunted, a smug grin on his face. His grip not faltering on his weapon, he bent down and drew closer to you. His coffee eyes lingered on yours for a second.

“Asshole.” You mumbled. He dropped his sword and laughed, and you swiftly got back up on your feet.

“Ohhh, come now. You’ll get better, just need to get some more practice in.” He pulled himself up and patted your head. You couldn’t be bothered to put up with him today, though, and began to walk away, shoving your sword back into its haltar. He watched you storm off into the cottage, the blanket of snow beneath your feet lightly dipping beneath your weight. You didn’t look behind you as you pried the door open and slammed it shut behind you.

Night quickly sank in, and you were huddled up against the fireplace. Wilbur had been coming over recently to help you perfect your swordsmanship, and usually practice was fine. You’d spar for a bit, he’d come in for tea, and then he’d leave by dawn. It was nice having someone around, even if it was pretty strictly for practice.

However, today was pretty bad. You felt shitty from the moment you woke up, and it only seemed to get worse. It wasn’t on him, and you still feel bad for walking off so suddenly. But admittedly, you were clumsy today and your previous frustration only fueled your exhaustion- mentally and physically. You zoned out into the fireplace, feeling the warmth envelop you as your mind went blank. The chamomile tea you had made yourself was on the ground next to you, growing colder by the second in its sage mug. You didn’t have the energy to drink it, let alone get up and reheat it.

You were deep into your headspace when three abrupt knocks broke the stark silence. You looked to the door, not feeling like getting up.

“Feeling sick. Don’t come in.” You yelled, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders and turning back to the fireplace.

It was to no use, and whoever was at the door allowed themselves in. When you saw it was Wilbur, you think you’d have rather it been an axe murderer.

His hickory trench coat was hung loosely around his shoulders, and his hair was a mess from the wind. His big leather boots dragged in wet snow residue along the wooden planks beneath them. He looked at you leaning by the fireside and seemed to be just as confused as you were, but looked at you sternly.

“Why are you here?” You asked bluntly. “You didn’t tell me you were coming over. It’s late.”

“I know. You walked off on me earlier.” He shrugged his coat off and stepped out of his boots, now left in a burlap sweater and woolen socks. He walked towards you and sat beside you, and your anger subdued as you watched him gaze into the open flames. A warm shade of orange glew on his face, and the embers danced in the reflection of his eyes. He sighed contently, then turned to face you. “What happened?”

You felt cold when you looked at him. He was warm, in every sense of the word. Your face felt gray in comparison. “I’m okay, just felt ill.” This felt weirdly personal, but you didn’t mind at this point. He had already made himself at home, there was no bother kicking him back out into the frigid air.

“Oh… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to taunt you earlier, especially if you’re not feeling well. You’re an excellent sparring partner.” He smiled at you. He was melting you.

“Seriously, don’t worry about it.” You smiled back. He kept looking at you, and you wondered if he could somehow look behind your eyes and dig through your brain; find what was really wrong.

Then, he turned to face you. Instinctively, you shifted to face him back. The knitted blanket that clung to your shoulders now gently fell to your knees, and you felt a bit awkward as he seemed to read you.

“What’s really wrong?”

You faltered, and for a second you broke your gaze. Suddenly every fiber on the carpet beneath you seemed to be the most worthy of your attention, and you studied them- unable to give him an answer.

“Are you okay?” He rephrased his question. You lifted your gaze back to his, and for no reason at all, tears began to well behind your eyes.

“I uh… I don’t know.” You finally uttered quietly, and you felt nauseous. You didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of him, and you sure as hell didn’t want to cry in front of him. To that extent, you also knew you couldn’t lie in front of him. You exhaled shallowly to keep your composure.

Before you knew what was happening, he was awkwardly shuffling towards you, and then pulling you into his arms. Your face fell into the crook of his neck, and you felt your arms tucked tightly to your side as he embraced you. The smell of smoke and timber flooded your senses, and you slowly unwound into him. You shut your eyes and felt yourself gradually moving to hug him back.

“It’s okay, darling…” He whispered. The hands resting on your back slowly traced circles, and your breaths felt smaller. A few tears fell silently into his shoulder, and he squeezed tighter.

It was a few minutes before he pulled back. Your eyes were glassy and his cheeks were flushed, but everything in the air seemed lighter. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, and then got up. He took your mug with you, and he began to head for the kitchen.

“You go settle in on the couch, I’ll be there in a sec- I’m going to make us some more tea.” He spoke gently from the next room. You smiled softly, still lingering in his warmth.

a/n: i dunno why i can’t stop writing angtsy stuff but i can’t </3 hope everyone is doing well, thank you so much for liking/following/commenting and PLEASE send prompts because i’m desperate i just am

#c!wilbur x reader #c!wilbur x y/n #hurt comfort #hurt/comfort #dsmp x reader #dsmp oneshot #dsmp fluff #why do i keep writing about cabins and angst

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ri-ahhh · 4 years ago

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can u just give me mushy gushy shit with grayson like ethan has a girl over so the two of you decide to go out for a burger date and a walk at night? idk something like that pls 👉🏻👈🏻

A/N: I couldn’t even tell you how long this has been sitting in my drafts but I was looking through trying to find something to finish bc I was in the mood to write but not from scratch and found this lol. It was about halfway done and I have no idea where I was going with it but this is what it turned into as of today. Idek if there’s even anyone around here anymore to read this but whatever haha here it is.

You don’t usually mind being single. Even when your best friend/roommate Stella started seeing her boyfriend Charlie seriously, it didn’t give you any longing for a relationship of your own.

But there are some nights where you feel down and you just can’t handle it. The scenes of casual intimacy as soon as you get home and see them together — the vase of flowers on the kitchen island he must have brought over; the playful bickering across the room.

The incessant, unrelenting sound of a marathon session going on through the shared wall of your and Stella’s bedrooms.

You groan and turn the volume up on your AirPods, going straight to your messages next.

Wyd?

{G} 👀

Don’t be weird.

Pretty sure Stella and Charlie are trying to put a hole in the wall w her headboard and I can’t take it anymore.

Your roommate chooses that moment to let out a particularly enthusiastic “fuck!” If she weren’t your best friend, you might have given in to the urge to bang on the wall, but your phone lights up with Grayson’s reply anyway.

{G} E too.

{G} I mean like I can’t hear him but ik what’s going down in there

{G} I’d offer to pick u up but sounds like u need to get outta there lol. Meet me here?

You like the message and slip on some shoes, making sure to slam your bedroom door closed on your way out, as if it would make them pause even one thrust.

In the year that you’ve known him, Grayson Dolan has become one of your closest friends. The kind where you met as acquaintances, never talked much, but then you reconnected randomly and the conversation never stopped from there on. You talk about anything and everything, but recently you’ve bonded even more about being a perpetual third wheel. You knew he’d understand and not pass judgement on you in times like this, so it had been a no-brainer to text him as an escape from tonight.

He buzzes you into the gate when you get to his house, and he tells you over another text to go ahead and hop in the Porsche before he even gets outside. It makes you smile; night drives are your favorite, and while the Tesla is a vibe in its own right, there’s just something calming about someone (your attractive friend, no less) tangibly driving you around. It’s exactly what you need right now, no matter what destination he has in mind.

When he slides into the driver’s side not even a minute later, you’re almost overwhelmed by him. Looking far too good in your eyes for how casual he’s dressed in a well-fitting T-shirt and some grey sweats. Hair slightly damp from a recent shower.

He greets you with a grin and leans over the console to kiss your cheek, and you can smell the combination of his shampoo and a bit of cologne. You always appreciated that he doesn’t overdo the fragrance, and if possible it makes him even more intoxicating at times.

“Hey,” he says simply, sitting back in his seat and fastening the seatbelt.

“Hey.” You smile and watch him with a silent but fairly obvious appreciation as he reaches a hand to rest on the back of your seat, twisting the bit he needs to look out the back windshield. The Porsche has a backup camera, obviously, but he’s a cautious driver to a fault and insists he doesn’t fully trust them.

Grayson gets the car facing enough of the right direction to throw it in drive and exit down the long driveway. You shake your head and settle back, kicking off your shoes with a sigh and tucking your feet onto the seat beneath you.

“One day, we’ll be the ones making them leave the house,” he jokes, stopping for the gate to open.

You know it’s implied that he’s referring to the two of you with separate people, but you can’t help but consider the option that the two of you could make that happen together.

“I know for a fact you have a booty call list a mile long, Dolan,” you say with a raised brow. Despite the fleeting thought, keeping things lighthearted and platonic is much easier to deal with in reality. “You could have called one of them and done just that.”

He scoffs and pretends like you’ve just hurt him deeply, slapping a hand to his burly chest to clutch at his heart. “Excuse me, it is not a mile long.” He glances over at you with a held-back smirk. “A couple hundred yards, tops.”

You throw your head back with a loud cackle, looking out the window now as he turns onto the main road. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Damn, that’s a big word.” He likes to tease you about your extended vocabulary.

“Hopeless,” you elaborate, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes.

“Is that what that word means, or are you making fun of my high school dropout vocab?”

“Both.”

You let your head roll back against the headrest, turning to watch him, knees swayed to the side a bit. His form isn’t hidden in the dark at all, features lit up by the dash in front of him and the streetlights you’re passing by outside.

“Why didn’t you, then? Call one of them?”

Grayson shrugs. “Just didn’t really feel like spending time with people tonight.”

You’re silent for a moment and consider his answer. “Why did you agree to hang out, then? You didn’t have to.”

His eyes never leave the road, but you see the veins in his hand gripping the steering wheel bulge out for a moment as he squeezes it tightly.

“I guess I meant I didn’t want to spend time with people I don’t really care about.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you play it off with a sarcastic tone. “Aw, you care about me?”

“Of course I do,” he replies easily. “I’m not sure why, though. You’re so fuckin sassy sometimes.”

“You love it.”

The car rolls to a stop at a red light. Grayson’s hand slides from where it’s lightly gripping the gear shift, to yours, which is picking at a loose string on your leggings.

Your easy smile at the comfortable banter between you and Grayson falters some in surprise, but you let him turn your palm over and trace the lines of your hand softly. Both of your gazes are fixated on the way he tickles your skin when he says, “Yeah. I do.”

Your eyes shoot up, just in time to meet his. He looks at you with a weird mixture heat and vulnerability, and there’s a thick moment of silence, no longer than the single beat of your heart that you can hear thudding loud and clear in your ears, when suddenly the car behind you lays on the horn.

Both of you startle, and Grayson’s attention returns to the road ahead. He steps on the gas and takes his hand away, carding it through his hair roughly as you sink back into your seat with a disbelieving scoff.

“Oh my God, dude, you can’t just do that to me,” you blurt out, your heart in your stomach and your brain even lower. A helpless giggle escapes you, and you tug on your own locks. “Shit...”

“What?” he asks defensively, but you hear the tiny bit of the grin he’s wearing in his voice.

You turn your head to deadpan him, eyes wide. “You can’t just... imply something like that and give me sex eyes and not think you did something to me! Are you crazy?”

He gives a one-shouldered shrug with the arm resting on top of the steering wheel again. “Maybe. You’re proving my ‘sassy’ point all over again.”

“Oh my — don’t fuck with my head, Gray.”

“Hey.” His voice is deeper, more serious as the car comes to another stop. You’re only just now realizing you’ve reached the burger joint, and that the late hour made finding parking a nonexistent problem. He puts the car in park and unbuckles his seatbelt before doing the same to yours. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to fuck with your head, I promise. I just... didn’t want it to seem like I was coming on too strong too suddenly. I, uh, have a history of doing that.”

You stare at him, processing everything. “I know.”

He chuckles dryly. “Yeah, I know you do.”

There’s more silence. That heavy kind that happened right after his little impromptu confession.

“You know,” you finally speak up, finding your voice after mulling over your words, “I kinda love that you’re a douche.”

He looks a little taken aback, until understanding dawns on him, and his eyes light up in a way that has you smiling instantly with him. “Really?”

You nod. “Call me crazy.”

Grayson shifts closer in his seat, his pink tongue darting out to lick those plump lips. You mirror him, and this time you take the initiative to reach out for his hand. It’s warm and strong, just like the rest of him.

Like earlier, you watch your hands lightly caressing each other as you speak. “And I love that you come on strong. And that you put your heart out there.” You interlace your fingers, immediately in love with the contrast of his huge ones between your slim ones. “Makes things way easier for me.”

He grins wide. “There’s that sass again.”

You bite your lip through your smirk and tug him close to you with your clasped hands, your free one reaching behind his neck to drag his lips to yours. “Mm. Better shut me up, then.”

#here I go again with yet another friends to lovers lmao #dolan twins #Grayson Dolan #blurb #g blurb

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helladirections · 5 years ago

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Sunflower Vol 5

It’s been so much fun to get back into my passion for fiction in such a fun way, surrounded by such a supportive community. Thank you to @real-work-of-art for dealing with my bizzare quarantine sleep cycle to help me make this happen. Big thanks to @fromyourstrulyh and @shelblikesbands for your help on all five vols. And thanks to @icantcomprehendthefeels and @soullikestyles for helping me make this last installment the best one yet.

In the near future, I plan to create some extras related to this story and possibly start a Patreon with those to help raise money for my guinea pig vet bills, so keep your eyes peeled for that!

Author: @helladirections�� Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Part 5 of 5 Word Count: 9.7K

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Slowly, her hand snaked its way into his hair, scratching at his scalp just a bit. Harry hummed in response, moving his hand from her back down to her waist and closing his eyes.

“Together,” she whispered.

“Together.”

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“H, come back to bed.”

Y/N rolled over beneath the covers. Her eyes were still closed, but she already knew exactly where Harry was.

“Can’t babe,” he called from across the loft. “I’ve got to go downstairs and get this extra shift in. But I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

He walked towards her while buttoning up the last of his buttons on his dress shirt for work. As he flipped the collar back down, he leaned forward and gave a sweet kiss to her forehead.

Only for her groan in response.

“Fine. Got me fuckin’ wrapped ‘round yer fingers, I reckon,” he grumbled.

Begrudgingly, he crawled into the bed next to her. Harry stayed on top of the blankets, much to her dismay, though he did let his fingers comb through her hair as they both laid there, relaxed and at ease.

“Lemme give you a date tonight,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Mmmm where?”

Harry thought for a moment. “Here. I’ll make you dinner before my set tonight. How’s that sound.”

“Sounds nice,” she hummed in response.

“Great, it’s a date.” He sat there for a beat, before she felt him shifting next to him. “I really do have to get downstairs, darling.”

“Mmm fine. Meanie.”

“Meanie!” he gasped. “I just asked you on a date, and you’re calling me a meanie.” He rolled himself out of bed and stood up, leaving an empty space next to Y/N once again.

“Nice for the date tonight. Mean for leaving me right now,” she teased, eyes squeezed closed.

She heard Harry sigh before dropping to the ground on his knees and lightly pushing her hair off her face, letting the light into her eyes. It was far too bright for her liking and far too early for him to be leaving her alone in bed.

“I know, darling,” he whispered. “I won’t be far. There’s breakfast in the fridge and coffee in the pot for when you wake up.”

A soft smile spread across Y/N’s face at his words and attention. She puckered her lips, and he matched them with his own, just for a moment. One more kiss lightly placed on her forehead and then she heard him descend down the stairs.

Y/N rolled over and attempted to fall back to sleep, but it was a tall order considering the mushy gushy feeling inside her stomach. This wasn’t the first time that she had woken up in the loft, or the first time that Harry kissed her good morning, or even the first time that he had gotten up before her. But it was the first time that he had made her breakfast and coffee.

A day and a half earlier, Y/N had mentioned in an offhand comment that maybe she’d stay the night more often if she had a built in breakfast like when she stayed at home. At the time, Harry had just hummed, maybe said something funny in response, and continued on the conversation about something else entirely. But it was clear that he was listening. He was always listening.

And Harry had plenty of opportunity to listen because they were always together, and she was always talking. A week ago, after their fun in the car, Y/N had agreed to spend the night at Harry’s, and she had hardly left since. It felt like they were trying to make up for the lost time of all those years they spent as just friends.

When she did leave, it was usually to go home and grab some extra clothes, which were now accumulating in a drawer of Harry’s dresser. He promised her that he didn’t mind. That if giving up a drawer meant that he got to have her for longer, he would gladly make the sacrifice.

Over that same time, it became abundantly clear that Harry was getting closer and closer to his dream. On Tuesday, the day after the interview, Jeff had brought back his colleagues. Harry’s face lit up when they all introduced themselves after his set, and he talked her ear off when they went back upstairs. Apparently he knew exactly who each of them were and exactly how to sweet talk them to get what he wanted (but for Y/N they were all just big suits). On Thursday, Jeff had brought just two of them, and they all sat at their table in the back whispering and passing papers back and forth for Harry’s entire set. On Sunday, Jeff returned alone and took Harry aside, talking to him in a quiet corner of the bar for a really long time.

Y/N still wasn’t sure exactly what Jeff had said to Harry, but he had come back upstairs beaming. He was fully convinced that Jeff was going to be his ticket to success, his best chance to get out of this place and do something that he really wanted with his life.

It filled her heart with so much pride to see Harry so happy and so close to his dream. But it also made it much harder to talk to him about her own job search. She’d had a few phone interviews, but nothing had come of those. And she still hadn’t heard anything back from the in person interview which was now a full week ago, she had pretty much given up hope on that one.

But that’s not to say that Harry hadn’t been utterly and completely supportive of everything Y/N ever did or talked about. When he looked at her, she felt like he thought she was the key to the universe. Like she could solve all his problems in an instant.

And he really did a lot to make her feel special. When they had finally had a chance to do a real date on Friday, he took her to the nicest restaurant in town, followed by tickets to see a movie that she had been very clear that she was excited to see.

That’s why he had taken the extra shift this morning. He traded with Niall on Friday evening and in return (because Niall absolutely hates working Fridays) he promised to take three of Niall’s shifts.

Which makes it really hard to be mad that Harry was getting out of bed early and leaving her alone. He was doing it all for her and for them. She knew that and appreciated it beyond words. But she also desperately wanted to be able to wake up next to him and roll around kissing each other for a while in the morning sunlight. She hated waking up, but if she had to, that’s the way she would want to do it.

Rays of sun filtered through the curtains and onto her face as it became clear that Y/N wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon. Not wanting to lounge around in Harry’s loft all day, she rolled out of bed before turning around to make the covers all nice and neat again like no one had even slept there.

It felt odd to wander around his kitchen without him, but she helped herself to coffee and breakfast nonetheless. Gazing over at his wall of pictures and books, she couldn’t help but daydream of lounging on the couch or the bed, asking Harry about each and every one and the story behind them. The pictures would probably be fun memories, but she imagined the books would make him think of something deeper. And she wanted to know that deeper side to him.

Although she was alone, she couldn't help but smile. This is what every morning could be like. Except potentially even better. If they were going to be together for real, they could wake up next to each other slowly. Perhaps they’d take all the time in the world to trade kisses and touches. Giggle over breakfast, maybe even read the newspaper together.

They had settled into a nice little rhythm in the past week, making it remarkably easy to have these daydreams. While Harry was downstairs working, Y/N would be upstairs applying for jobs. Or sometimes Niall would come up before or after his own shift to chat. When Harry was performing, Y/N was there at her signature table watching him with wide eyes. In between, they spent time writing lyrics and songs together on his bed, talking about the future, or teasing each other over nothing. She had declared her intentions to read through his entire library, but so far she had only made it through two books before getting distracted by Harry, who was usually making heart eyes at her. It had all become utterly domestic, and she was absolutely basking in the light of it all.

After eating, she got dressed and bounced her way down the stairs into the bar. It was still early, so Harry was cleaning and organizing the space before any patrons came in. It also meant that there was no one else around, and Y/N could go right up to him and kiss him on the lips, lingering for a tad bit longer than she might’ve if customers (or Niall) were around.

“Well good morning to you too, darling,” he said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Is this how I’m going to get greeted every morning when you stay over? Because I have absolutely no complaints about that.”

“We’ll see,” she teased in return. “Maybe if you stayed in bed a little longer you’d get an even nicer wake up.”

Harry looked at her with his brows raised, but she just kept walking towards the middle of the room and searched through her purse.

“So where are you off to? Wanted to spend the afternoon together,” he pouted.

Y/N sighed. “Don’t worry H, I won't be gone long. Just need to stop back home to shower and pick up something nice to wear tonight.”

He walked out from behind the bar, reaching out his arms to draw her in from around her waist.

“Don’ have to wear anything at all.” He tried to kiss her, but her giggles made it difficult.

“In your dreams!”

Harry mocked shock. “Are you a mind reader? Just had that dream the other night and I coulda sworn someone was listenin’ in.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N took a step away from Harry and pulled out her car keys.

“I’ll be back later,” she promised, turning around and walking towards the exit.

He gave her bottom a little pat as she left. It was true that he thought she had a cute bum, but more than anything he loved the little squeak she would release when he did that.

Harry went back to work with thoughts of Y/N in his mind and a love drunk look on his face. He really couldn’t believe that he had gotten so lucky. That after so many years of knowing her closely, but pining for her from afar, he was finally getting his chance with Y/N.

The last week had felt like pure bliss to him. Having her around was like having a sparkling orb constantly floating around and beaming rays of sun. She made him smile. She made him think. She made him believe in himself in a way that no one else could. And yeah, sometimes she had really strong opinions, was a bit grumpy, or distracted him from his work, but life alongside a sunflower is always going to involve some shade.

And most of those distractions were his own fault, honestly. It’s the way he looks at her when she’s squinting her eyes at her computer screen, or how his mind wanders when he hears her half of a phone interview. When she’s sitting tall and speaking confidently, the pure power she exudes as such a strong woman was so insanely attractive to him. And when they were rolling around in the sheets, when she let him get a taste of her sweetness or she gave him a blowie, the fact that she was so willingly and consciously handing over that power to him made his spine tingle.

On the occasion that he was able to keep his mind clear, to not get distracted and feel his pants tightening, they talked about his own career. She never once made him feel anything but supported when it came to his music. She was right there with him jumping for joy after each time he had a chat with Jeff or his colleagues, even if she didn’t understand what was really happening.

There were some nerves when he thought about the prospect of getting signed with Jeff, though. It would probably involve a move to LA. Which would mean being apart from Y/N until or unless she decided to make the same move herself. And he would never even think of asking her to make the move just for him or to narrow her job search just to give him a sense of peace. He wanted her to live her dreams and find success almost more than he wanted that for himself.

Of course, if she was still concerned about getting stuck in this town, Harry wouldn’t be opposed to taking her with him either.

. . .

When Y/N had come up the stairs a few minutes ago, Harry was so enraptured by her that he almost let the tomato sauce burn on the stove. He just couldn’t stop staring. She was wearing a light and flowy little dress which hugged her in all the best ways, and his mouth was already watering for her.

The music he had going in the background didn’t help his concentration either, and Y/N had to practically yell at him when she started smelling something burning.

“‘S alright doll,” he promised. “Here, have a taste.” He lifted a spoonful of the sauce up to her mouth and almost went hard just at the sight of her satisfied face and soft moan when she tasted. He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her lips ever so lightly.

Breaking a smile, she couldn’t help but tease.“I should let you cook for me every night.”

Y/N laughed, lips still so close to Harry’s he swore he could feel their pillowy softness grazing on his skin. He closed the remaining gap, taking her bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling just enough to hear her give a short little gasp.

He released her lip, focusing back on the task at hand of making dinner for their date night. Harry hadn’t given Y/N a solid reason why this would be a good night for a stay at home date, but he just had a feeling in his gut that he was going to have something to celebrate a little later on.

“This makes you look cute,” she said, pulling at the side of his ‘kiss the cook’ apron.

He continued stirring, but with a smirk on his face. “I’d like to think that I’m the one that makes the apron look cute, thank you very much.” He gave the sauce another taste, and then turned the stove off.

According to his timer, he still had a few minutes before the pasta was done. The song playing from his speakers was reminding him of spring-time rain, and the girl in his kitchen was like the fresh air coming in through the windows.

Y/N had walked back over to the couch, where she was opening up her laptop again, no doubt to check on an application or schedule another phone interview.

“Hey, none o’ that; this is date night” he said, pointing at her with the spoon he had just been using.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t so interested in what he had to say after sauce came flying off the spoon and landing all around his kitchen.

“Harry!”

He looked around at the red splatters now on his floor, countertops and cabinets, and just shrugged.

“Save some for later,” he teased.

Shaking her head, she stood up and walked back towards him, pushing him out of the way in favor of the cabinet beneath the sink where he kept his (limited) cleaning supplies. But as soon as he realized what she was doing, he stuck out his leg to block her.

“Harry! I’m just trying to help you.”

She punctuated her statement with a little bit of a stomp and cute little pout.

Harry couldn’t help but lean forward and take her pouty bottom lip between his own.

“Hey,” he whispered, lips ghosting along hers. “This is a date night. ‘M trying to treat ya nice and take care of ya.” He saw her start to open her mouth, but he cut her off. “I know ya don’t need it. Can take care of yourself. But I just wanna take care of ya a little bit, ok?”

“Ok,” she whispered back.

“Good. Now, we have a few minutes before the pasta is done, and one of my favorite songs just started playing, so give me your hand and dance with me.”

He took one of her hands in his own and placed the other at the small of her back, and pulled her along with him as he danced around his kitchen. At first she was blushing in that cute way she does when he gets too sweet on her. But soon enough she was throwing her head back laughing at his jokes and his clumsy feet.

The song changed to something softer and slower, and Y/N tried to pull away but Harry only brought her in closer, dropping his leading hand so they were now both resting low on her waist. He let his thumbs rub a soft pattern through the fabric of her dress, and leaned his forehead against hers.

For a while they were just quiet. Caught up in the moment and in being so close with each other. It was hard for him to look away from her beautiful eyes as they searched his own.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what?”

“For... being you. For being my Sunflower.”

It was Y/N who leaned forward this time, closing her eyes and bringing him in for a gentle kiss.

“Of course, H. Wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”

They stood there for a moment, reveling in each other’s affection. And how could they not? With the sun setting outside his window and candles lit on the table, waiting for them to sit down with their dinner, the scene was like something out of a movie.

But they were abruptly interrupted as the song cut out part way through and an alarm blared in its place.

Harry ran off to his phone, silencing the noise.

“Pasta’s ready,” he offered with a smile.

Y/N giggled a bit, shaking her head as she picked up her phone from the couch and found her seat at the table. Sitting there, watching him mix the pasta with the sauce, she felt a bit dizzy. Her entire brain was swimming with thoughts of Harry.

“Dinner is served, m’lady.” He served her with his other hand behind his back and a smirk on his face.

“Thank you, m’lord,” she giggled.

It was just pasta and a salad, but the fact that Harry had cooked for her was making her heart melt. No boy had ever done that for her before. And this was all his idea too.

“Mmm, not a bad cook. Might let you do this for me again some time,” she teased.

She expected Harry to come back at her with some banter, but he just responded “Any time, darling. Whenever you want.”

The sun was setting through the loft window, making Harry’s skin look even more golden than usual. His green eyes sparkled, too, but she wasn’t sure if that was just because of the sun.

“Tell me something I don’t already know,” he asked.

Y/N raised her brow. “About me?”

“Yeah. I feel like... I mean I’ve known you for so long but the last few years... there have to be some new things. I want to know you, all of you.”

It took a minute, but Y/N eventually thought of a few things to share as they ate together. Funny stories from college or experiences in past jobs. Harry shared his own newer experiences too. He told her about his favorite authors, and she raved about the music she loved. And she realized he was right, a lot had happened in the last few years. And this was the perfect opportunity to get to know each other better. Deeper.

About halfway through eating, Y/N saw her phone light up and vibrate three times in a row. With an apologetic look to Harry she picked it up, expecting a series of texts from her mother or unnecessary notifications about people she forgot existed on Instagram. But when she read the subject line of the first email, she dropped her fork onto her plate in shock. Harry jumped a bit at the noise.

“What is it? Is everything ok?!”

Harry sounded panicked, but Y/N was still frozen. After a moment she took a deep breath, opening up the emails and reading through the whole thing. She could feel the table moving as he shook his leg, anxiously waiting, probably confused as her facial expression changed a few times over.

“Darling?”

Y/N looked up at Harry. She didn’t know how to tell him what she had just read, couldn’t figure out how to process all the things swirling through her mind. Instead, she just passed her phone over the table to Harry to let him see it for himself.

His brows were furrowed when he first grabbed the phone, but almost instantly his eyes went wide.

“Y/N!! You got the job!!!” He was ecstatic, practically screaming even though she was only a few feet away. It meant a lot that he was so excited and supportive, but Y/N wasn’t sure how long that would last.

“Keep reading,” she said quietly.

He gave her a confused look before looking back at the screen. She looked up at the ceiling or down at her fingernails while he read, unsure of what his response would be.

“Babe,” he said softly, trying to get her attention.

Hesitantly, she awaited his response.

“This is amazing, I don’t understand why you’re so upset? They liked you at the interview last week and offered you the job.”

“They didn’t just offer me the job though!” she snapped. “They offered me a job in their HQ. In LA. Los Angeles, Harry. That’s so far from here.”

“Well, yeah. But that’s a good thing right? You’re getting out of here.”

She swallowed hard and took a breath. “But you’re not.”

It was quiet for a moment as they let her words sink in. Y/N was getting out, the interview that she thought she completely bombed was actually successful. The job was great, the pay was great, the benefits were going to be great. But Harry would be staying behind.

“Maybe...maybe not right away. But I will,” he tried to assure her.”

“But we don’t know when. Or where.”

Harry put down the phone and grabbed Y/N by the hand softly, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. It helped to soothe her a bit, but when she made eye contact with him again she could feel her emotions rising.

“I don’t want to lose you, Harry.”

He shook his head. “No one said anything about losing me. I’m right here with you.”

“No, you don’t understand, H. This past week, it’s been...” She didn’t finish the sentence, but she didn’t need to fill in the blank for him.

“Darling, look at me. I care about you so fucking much. You have no idea. I care about you so much that I could never let you turn this job down. Of course I want to be able to keep you all to myself, all the time. But that’s not how this works. You need to stand tall. You’ve done it before, and you’ll do it again.”

“But what about us?”

Harry nodded his head, thinking for a moment. “We....we’ll be alright. I promise. We’ll figure something out. But I can’t let you stay behind for me,” he spoke softly. “I mean imagine if you were sitting here telling me you wanted to turn down a job for some other guy? I’d want to smack some sense into you. It’s that ridiculous.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at that.

“So long distance then?” she asked.

Harry shrugged. “If that’s what it has to be.”

She gave a non-committal hum.

“By the way,” he started. “I have a gift for you.”

“What’s that?”

“Well it’s... I have to show it to you.” Harry looked down at his watch, smiling. “Come on, let’s go downstairs. I’ll clean this up later.”

Y/N followed him, hand still clasped tightly by his. She still couldn’t figure out how Harry could be so casual about all of this. Long distance would be rough. They hadn’t been together very long. It felt like a recipe for disaster, honestly.

“Get me one of her usuals, Ni,” Harry said, tapping on the top of the bar to get Niall’s attention.

He groaned loudly from behind the bar, but poured the drink anyway. “You keep giving away free drinks and ‘m gonna havta tell the boss, mate,” he teased, placing the glass on the counter.

“I’m sorry. You can tell him that all those $7 drinks we sell which only cost $2 from the distributor are missing because I gave them to my girlfriend.”

Niall rolled his eyes before turning back to a customer at the other end of the bar.

Y/N looked at Harry with a smile, feeling her cheeks starting to turn red. “Girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I mean...yeah.” He looked deep into her eyes, dimples popping in his cheeks.

“I like that.”

“Me too.” Harry leaned down, kissing her lightly. It was short, too short. His lips lingered practically touching her own for far too long, teasing her.

She closed the distance between them again.

“‘Ey! Lovebird!” Niall called to Harry. “Get ‘yer ass up on the stage already, will ya? Don’t need to see that shite.”

They both giggled as Y/N grabbed her drink and they walked together over to her table.

“What about my gift?”

“You’ll see, darling,” he promised. Harry released her hand and placed it on the table in front of her, giving a soft kiss to the top of her head before taking his place on the stage.

Y/N looked around the bar while Harry got himself set up. Sure enough, Jeff was sitting at the back of the room with folders full of papers. She had never noticed him bring so many documents with him before, and she couldn’t figure out for the life of her imagine trying to do actual business in this bar.

Her attention was drawn away quickly as Harry started to perform his set. None of the songs themselves were new for him, but he mixed up the order and threw in a few older ones that Y/N had never heard from him before. He sounded really great, and honestly if this was her present she was absolutely satisfied with that.

“Alright,” Harry started from up on the stage. “This next song will be my last of the night. Thank you so much for listening. Or tolerating me, I suppose. This is a special song that I wrote for a very special person. Thank you for being my Sunflower.”

She knew she was turning bright red, could practically feel Niall’s eyes burning into her. But found that she really didn’t care. When Harry started singing, she could feel her heart rate speeding up in the best way. She listened to every word he sang and slowly started to recognize some of them from his lyric journals. At the time she had read them, she had no idea they were about her.

Most nights, Harry would give a quick thank you before coming down to hug her. But all Y/N wanted was to run up to him and give him the best kiss of his life. She wanted to be surrounded by him in every way possible, and she couldn’t wait.

So she did. And Harry didn’t really seem all that surprised, just smiled and gave a little chuckle into the kiss before they pulled apart again.

“You wrote me a song,” she said softly.

“Yeah, yeah I did.”

She brought one hand up to cradle the side of his face as she sighed.

“Thank you.”

“For the song?” he asked.

“No, for letting me be your Sunflower.”

They were caught up in the moment, completely oblivious to anything going on around them. So Y/N jumped when she heard someone clearing their throat behind them. It was Jeff and she immediately turned away from him, embarrassed that he had seen all that.

“Don’t mean to interrupt,” he started. “But I have something you might want to see.”

Harry looked down at her and Y/N nodded before he followed Jeff to the table in the back.

Leaving them to their business, she made her way over to the bar where Niall was just finishing up making a couple of drinks for one of their regulars. She placed her empty glass on the bar, catching Niall’s attention.

“Jeez, another one? Yer killin’ me business here.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Niall turned around to get her a refill. Niall was always such a tease, but she knew it came from a place of love. Or at least she liked to think so.

“Pretty good set tonight, don’t you think?” she asked.

Niall let out a breathy laugh. “That last song is all he’s been talking about for a week and half. Y’got him whipped, you do.”

“You think so?” she giggled.

He nodded. “I’ve known that guy for a year now. Never seen a bartender so love drunk and still able to make tips like he does.”

“I find that hard to believe,” she started. “You’re pretty keen on Harry yourself and you still manage to make tips.”

“Oh, piss off,” he laughed.

She chuckled a bit before looking over her shoulder at Jeff’s usual table. He had all kinds of papers spread out around him and Harry. Both looked very focused before they broke out in a little laugh together.

“Yer boyfriend’s been getting stalked by that fella,” Niall said as he started wiping down the area behind the bar again.

“My boyfriend...” she said softly, testing the way the word felt in her mouth. She decided pretty quickly that it felt perfect.

Niall chuckled a bit. “Took ya long enough to get together,” he teased.

Tilting her head and furrowing her brows, Y/N looked at Niall, confused. “What do you mean?”

“That boy has been head over heels for ya since the day you walked in here, I reckon.”

“You really think so?”

“Oh my fuck, yer both so daft.” Niall let out an exasperated sigh before he continued. “Y’both been staring at each other with hearts in yer eyes for weeks now. Been right shite for business.”

Niall was nothing if not honest.

“Did he tell you...?”

He rolled his eyes before throwing the bar rag he had been using into the laundry basket and turning his attention back to Y/N.

“That boy’s been talking me ear off for ages now,” he told her. “I asked him about the game yesterday and he went on about watching it with you.”

“You’re just jealous he wasn’t watching it with you,” she teased back.

“Hey now, be nice or I’ll start chargin’ ya for those drinks.” Niall flashed her a smile before being called back to the other end of the bar for an order.

. . .

She was so cute, Harry almost didn’t wake her.

Almost. But not even the way her eyelashes rested so softly on her cheeks, or how her lips hung slightly open and a little puffy could deter Harry from waking her up and telling her the good news. Still, though, he did it gently.

“Darling, wake up,” he whispered. He gave a soft kiss to her forehead, smiling as her brows furrowed and her skin crinkled beneath his lips.

“Mmmm,” she whined.

Harry let out a breathy laugh. “Y/N, wake up. I have some good news. I promise.” Lightly he placed his hand on her shoulder, shaking her just a bit.

Her eyes flickered open with a pout on her lips. “Sorry I fell asleep,” she said softly. “Y’took so long downstairs. And your bed is so cozy.” She nuzzled further into his pillow and blanket with a smile.

“I know, m’sorry I took so long. But it was for a good reason.”

“Wha’s tha?” she mumbled, closing her eyes again.

He brought his knuckle up to his mouth and bit down, leg shaking with excitement. It was hard to hold it back when he just wanted to scream it from the rooftops.

“Y/N,” he said through a deep exhale. “I got signed.”

“WHAT?!” She shot straight up in bed, only to realize she sat up too quickly and she was left dizzy.

Blinking her eyes, she caught her balance when Harry brought a hand to her back.

“Y’ok darling?”

“Yes, yes. I’m fine. But...wait, say that again.”

Harry’s smile was wider than he ever thought possible. “Jeff signed me. For real. He’s gonna help me get into festivals and eventually get a record deal. But... there was one condition.”

His smile faltered just a bit as he looked down at his lap and away from Y/N.

“Well what is it?” He saw her swallow hard.

He wanted so badly to appear upset, but he just couldn’t make that happen when he was so damn excited.

“I have to move to LA.”

“Harry!” Y/N pushed him back a bit from the center of his chest. She could hardly believe it.

“Heyyyy,” he whined, rubbing the spot on his chest. “That’s not nice.”

She rolled her eyes. “But he signed you?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Really really.”

She searched his eyes for any sign that he was playing with her, but she found none. “We’re going to LA!”

“Yeah, we’re going to LA, Sunflower.”

He looked into her eyes for a moment, searching for any hesitation but finding none. She was just as excited as he was. Both of them were getting out of this town and getting closer to their dreams. And they were moving onto something new, together.

Slowly, her hand snaked its way into his hair, scratching at his scalp just a bit. Harry hummed in response, moving his hand from her back down to her waist and closing his eyes.

“Together,” she whispered.

“Together.”

They were so in sync with each other in that moment that it was impossible to tell who initiated the kiss. Their lips met, working together in slow and languid movements, savoring the moment. Harry was just so proud of Y/N and everything that she had accomplished, and she didn’t need to say it for him to know that she felt the same about him.

When he was thinking of this moment downstairs, he had expected fast movements fueled by excitement. And it’s not that they weren’t excited, more that they were just happy and proud. Instead of fireworks behind his eyes, he saw a flower blooming under a blue sky, bright rays of sun shining down on the both of them.

It wasn’t long before Harry leaned over and helped Y/N adjust her body so she was lying beneath him, head on his pillows. Their lips hardly broke away from one another. Her fingers grasped tighter into his hair and his own squeezed into the plush skin of her hips.

Closer. He needed to be closer.

She whined when he moved his lips away from hers, but it was quickly replaced with a small gasp as he made his way to her neck. He left hot, open kisses to her skin on the column of her throat. One of his hands slid up her body, grabbing onto her breast as he started sucking hard at the skin of her throat. He heard a small mewl from her lips before he licked the blooming bruise and blowing on it lightly to soothe the area.

“So proud of you, H,” she spoke, just barely above a whisper.

Looking into her now hooded eyes, he sighed. “Not nearly as proud as I am of you, darling.”

She blushed, and he took the opportunity to return to his work.

He continued trailing his mouth down to her collar bone, her sternum, the center of her chest, pulling her dress down along with him until there was too much tension on the fabric.

“Le’s get this off’ya,” he said, sitting up and helping her lift the dress over her head and off of her body.

Sitting back on his knees, he took just a moment to admire her. He’d seen her body a few times now, but that didn’t seem to change the way he felt. She wore a cute lacy bra and he couldn’t decide if he would rather rip the thing off of her or watch as the straps fell so he could delicately remove it from her body.

“Harryyyyy,” she whined, body squirming a bit beneath him.

He shook his head, bringing himself back into the moment and leaning back down to kiss her deep and with more force than before.

“Yer so fuckin’ beautiful,” he told her between kisses. “Wanna love on every single inch o’ya.”

“Do it,” she said softly. And that was all the motivation he needed.

He trailed his lips back down to her chest where he had left off and slid one hand underneath her back. Deftly he unhooked her bra, throwing it aside without a second thought. He took his time then, kissing and licking and suckling into her newly exposed skin, doing his best not to miss a single perfect spot. Her skin was soft everywhere, but the skin on her boobs was something else entirely. If he wasn’t careful, he knew he could spend hours at a time just on this one area of her body. But there was somewhere else he wanted to be even more.

Backing away from her, he blew cool air on her sensitive nipples, now wet from his own doing. He could feel her shiver beneath him, which only made him smirk and pop a dimple before refocusing his energy.

Again, he made his way down her body with kisses, doing his best to appreciate every bit of her that he could until he was down low on her tummy. He teased her, rubbing his fingers across the upper hem of her panties before kissing right over the little bow in the center.

Y/N’s hands had migrated from his back around to his hair again as he lowered himself. She gave just a little tug accompanied by the quietest of whimpers, showing her impatience as he went.

He let out a little laugh. “Come on now, gotta be patient. Be a good girl for me, now,” he teased.

The whine she let out at those words went straight to his dick, hardening quickly in his pants. She was such a good girl, always. And he had no problem reminding her of it at every opportunity, especially if he got that kind of reaction every time.

He spread out his fingers and dragged his hand down her body, starting as high up on her chest as he could reach and making his way at a pace that was near torture for both of them. But the goosebumps left in his wake were worth it.

When his hand reached her panties he used only one finger, teasing her clit ever so lightly before moving down lower. He could feel that she was already wet, although not entirely soaked through.

“Oh, baby. All this for me?”

He looked up at her for confirmation, but her eyes were already closed tight as she nodded.

“Yes, for you. Always you,” she said with a breathy voice.

“Tha’s what I like to hear. So wet for daddy.”

He practically moaned at the thought. Just realizing he had this much effect made him crazy for her.

His hands moved apart, grasping onto her upper thighs as he left open mouthed kisses over the fabric of her panties. Her smell was intoxicating; he wanted to drown in it if he could. When his mouth reached her clit, he stuck out his tongue, applying the perfect amount of pressure. From above him he heard one of her gasps, and he knew she was already entirely sensitive.

“C’mon, lemme see ya,” he said, pulling her panties down her legs and away from her body before throwing them aside to join her other clothing.

He looked down at her, so beautiful and completely exposed for him. All for him, only him, she would remind him often. Still, he couldn’t believe he was so lucky. She had as much power over him as she wanted, but time and time again she handed it over to him, trusting him to make her feel good and take care of her.

A wave came over him, breaking up his thoughts and leaving him only wanting to ravage her. He wanted to be completely enveloped by her: her body, her smell, her sweet juices, her little noises.

He wanted her so bad; he could’ve sworn he almost growled.

Kissing over her mound, he made quick time while still appreciating every bit of newly exposed skin that he could. But he was getting so close to where he wanted to be most, where she wanted him most, he could hardly hold back any longer.

So he didn’t.

He dove in, taking her clit between his lips without any precursor. Sucking hard, his eyes squeezed closed and nose pressing into the skin above. He let his hands blindly explore her upper body as he worked down below, still unable to get enough of her as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive nub.

“Harryyyy,” she whined.

And fuck if that didn’t make him absolutely feral.

With her clit still between his lips, he hummed deeply, knowing the effect it would have on her. And he was proved right as she continued to let out little sounds from above him, legs starting to wiggle out of pleasure and impatience.

Finally, he released her clit from his mouth, but not from his attention. He brought one of her legs over his shoulder so his arm could swing around to find proper purchase, reaching her best spot. Using two fingers, he rubbed circles into the area, lightly but relentlessly.

With his other hand he took one finger and trailed down between her folds, teasing lightly at her opening. When he pulled his finger back and saw the string of her wetness connecting it to her, his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head.

“Fuck’s sake,” he mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear him.

He sucked her folds into his mouth, first one side and then the other, still trying to keep his promise of appreciating every bit of her that she would let him. And her taste. Fuck, her taste. She was always so sweet but something tonight just seemed out of this world. If his head was stuck down there forever, well he thinks he would probably be pretty happy about that. He would be content to stay right there until he devoured her completely.

His two fingers above stopped with their circles and instead split to hold her open to him. The most beautiful sight he had ever seen. With his tongue flat, he licked one long stripe from the bottom of her hole all the way to her clit, where he danced it around in a few circles before letting it go.

And he could’ve gone back to rubbing circles on her clit, but he would so much rather watch as his first finger sunk into her deeply. He took it slow, knowing that’s how she liked it best (at least to start with). And he knew she was enjoying it because she bent her knees, wrapped her legs around his back, letting her fingers in his hair pull even tighter.

He pumped his finger in and out before adding a second one. And that’s when he felt just how tight she really was. Bringing both fingers out of her for a moment, he spread them apart to admire how her wetness shined in the light before bringing them to his mouth and moaning around the taste.

But she whined again, lifting her hips a bit to try and get contact with him.

“Alright, baby. I’m right here. You’re ok. Just let me take care of you now,” he told her through a bit of a chuckle.

“Please,” she begged.

Again, he dipped his fingers inside of her, pumping at a steady and relentless pace. From above him he could hear her whimpering in relief at the contact. Lowering his head, he took her clit back into his mouth, playing with it while still working her with his fingers. He could feel as her whole body started to squirm, muscles flexing and relaxing all over as she tried to regain control.

Her walls were already squeezing his fingers tight, and she was getting close to her high. He could hear her panting above him at every thrust. Then, all in one motion, he turned his finger, palm up, and stroked that special spot inside of her, while at the same time humming low around her clit in his mouth.

And that’s when she lost it.

It seemed like she was trying to say something between her breaths and pants and moans and gasps, but it all came out completely garbled in the most beautiful way. He worked her through it, never letting up no matter how badly he just wanted to pause and gaze at her and the faces she was making.

Eventually, she came down from her high and used her hand in his hair to push him away from where she was so sensitive.

“Fuck, H,” she said through a breath and a bit of a giggle.

As he crawled up her body to join her on the pillow, she saw his mouth and chin sparkling from her wetness. He seemed to notice at the same time that he was covered in her, so he wiped his face with the back of his hand. But that only made her whine again.

“Such a good girl for me,” he told her. “Came so fucking hard on m’fingers and m’mouth.”

Still panting, all she could really do was nod. She was still recovering, sensitive and catching her breath, but she needed him close and she needed him now.

Turning on her side, Y/N watched as he stood up and took off his clothes, first pulling his shirt over his head and then unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the floor. He was harder than she had ever seen from beneath his boxers. Even a little dark spot near his head, telling her that he was so riled up he was leaking precum again.

She bit her lip, dragging her eyes up his body before reaching the smirk on his face.

“Like whatcha see, baby,?” he teased.

Again she nodded quickly.

Harry took a few steps towards her, close enough that she could reach out and graze her fingers over his length through the thin fabric.

“Fuck babe. Think I might blow as soon as y’put me in yer mouth.”

She looked up at him from beneath hooded eyelids.

“So don’t get in my mouth.”

“What?”

“Need you Harry, need you now” she whined, grabbing onto the elastic at the top of his boxers and pulling him in closer to her.

His hips were nearly level with her face, and she was able to lean forward just the tiniest bit and give a few kisses to his hard cock.

“Fuck. Y’sure?”

“Harryyyy, please.”

“Ok, ok,” he said, turning around looking for the drawer that he kept his condoms in.

“Wait,” she stopped him.

He turned around, eyebrow lifted and unsure of what was happening.

“You’re still clean, right?”

He laughed. “Babe, I was clean when you asked me three days ago and unless there’s something you aren’t telling me, that hasn’t changed.”

“Then c’mere. Want you close. Wanna feel you.”

Harry let out a heavy breath. He didn’t need to be asked twice.

“Needy tonight, aren’t ya.”

She just nodded, eyes focused back at his hips as he came toward her.

Slowly, he pulled the last piece of clothing off of his body and let it join the heap of fabric on the floor. His cock stood straight up, hard and veiny and ready to explode. She saw how deeply red his tip was and knew that he wouldn’t last long, so she would have to make the best of it.

Reaching out, she gave him one soft stroke, and then another, and another, stopping only to hear him let out a ‘hmph’. She raised her forehead, reminding him of what was to come.

“Right, right,” he said, mostly to himself.

She stayed still as he climbed over her, his body radiating heat and sticky with sweat already. Her hands went straight to his chest, stroking up and down his muscular form before rubbing over his shoulders. With one hand at the nape of his neck and the other at the top of his back, she pulled him in for another kiss.

“More,” she whined when he moved his body, disconnecting their lips but just barely.

“Shh, baby. I’m trying to give y’more. Gonna take good care of you,” he promised.

His breath fanned out over her lips, and she struggled to keep her eyes open. But she wanted so badly to feel connected with him, to look into his eyes as he carefully pressed his hips into her and let out a deep sigh. It worked for a moment, until he couldn’t take it any longer and let his head drop down between his shoulders.

“Fuck, so fucking tight fo’ me.”

“Mmmm,” Y/N whined in agreement.

He started to pull back, setting a pace of slow and long thrusts into her. It took a few for her body to adjust, but she would never give up the way he made her feel so full.

Harry dropped down to his forearms and shifted to put all his weight onto one side. With the other hand, he reached up, brushing Y/N’s hair back from her forehead where it was starting to stick from sweat. He gave her a soft kiss there, and she could just barely feel the whiskers he was growing around his mouth.

“Closer,” she moaned.

She lifted her hips to meet his on every thrust, wanting impossibly more. He just felt so good, stroking all the best spots inside of her. She could hear the bed creaking a bit at his movements, but she couldn't find it in herself to care if Niall could hear from downstairs or not. Nothing else mattered outside of the little bubble the two of them had created. The entire world could disintegrate around them, and she probably wouldn’t even notice.

Her entire body felt like it was on fire as she writhed beneath him. She left marks on his back, nails trying to grasp onto anything to make her feel grounded in that moment.

“Take me so well,” he praised, mouth now tucked into her neck as he panted across her skin. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”

At that she couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.

After a moment, he pulled out, leaving her to whine at the sudden loss.

“I know, darlin’. But if I keep going I’m not gonna last.”

All she could do was pout and whine again. She wanted him back. Wanted to feel close to him and full. Even just lying there she could feel herself clenching around nothing after he pulled out.

“Harryyy,” she whined.

He smirked. “Needy girl tonight, aren’t ya?” He paused for a moment, thinking over their options. “Alright then, how about m’thigh?”

Her eyes lit up at the offer, and she nodded her head. He flopped back down onto the bed, leaning against the wall and bending one of his knees up. She had never done this before, ridden someone’s thigh. Didn’t even know she wanted to until it was offered up just now.

“What’re y’waitin’ for?”

Swinging one leg over his, she hovered just above the skin of his pretty upper thigh.

“Just...haven’ done this before is all.”

“Baby, I know for a fact you’ve done this with a pillow before; y’told me a few days ago. ‘S the same thing, just better.”

Silently, she nodded, dropping herself down to rest on Harry’s thigh. It became clear immediately that she was soaking wet, and soon his thigh would be dripping with her juices as well. His hands came to rest on her hips and gave her the extra bit of support she needed.

When she made her first movement, all she could do was gasp.

“I know baby. Take what y’need from me. Get me all nice and wet,” he egged her on.

It took a few tries to get the exact right angle, but once she did it was impossible to hold back. She rested her hands on his shoulder for leverage as she rocked back and forth over him. He was right, this was so much better than the pillow.

She was feeling so insanely sensitive now, not sure how much longer she could go without having him inside of her again. Dropping her head down to his neck, she whispered her feelings in between a chorus of whimpers and whines.

“Fuck, babe,” Harry said through an exasperated sigh. “Gotta get back in ya, fuck.”

Nodding quickly, Y/N dismounted his thigh.

“C’mon, up and over,” he instructed.

Doing as she was told, she got up on her hands and knees, pushing back into Harry and begging for some kind of contact. She could feel his hand start at the bottom of her spine, pushing just enough to get her to lower onto her elbows as he stroked up her entire back. Finally he grabbed onto a makeshift ponytail in her hair, tugging only lightly.

Without any other warning he thrust back into her, cock slamming as far as it could reach. The sound of his balls smacking against her got louder as he picked up the pace. She bit into the sheets in front of her, trying somehow to contain herself.

“Don’t,” he groaned. “Wanna hear ya, let me hear ya.”

And right when she released the blankets from her mouth, his other hand slapped against her ass, making her squeal and jump forward a bit. It was more that it was loud rather than painful, but they both seemed to love it nonetheless.

“Ass’s turnin’ red fo’ me, babe,” he grunted between thrusts.

“For you,” she whined.

“For who?” Harry prompted, his free hand now rubbing at her ass cheek where it was starting to turn red.

“Daddy, for Daddy!” she corrected as his pace only quickened.

“Tha’s right for daddy. Good fuckin’-” he cut himself off, groaning as he tried his best to hold himself back and not let his release hit quite yet. He needed it to last a little longer. “Good girl,” he finished.

His hand moved from from her butt around to her front as he let his body drape over hers. Quickly he found her clit and started rubbing, sending chills down her spine.

“Close!” she practically screamed. “‘M close, please.”

“Shit,” he muttered to himself under his breath. “Get on yer back.”

Y/N did as she was told, letting her head drop back onto the soft bed. He grabbed at her ankles and pushed her legs up, knees to her chest and legs over his shoulders, before sinking back into her.

“Ok, pet,” he said. “Now y’can cum. Gotta see...fuck. Gotta see y’face when you cum on m’cock.”

This was probably her favorite angle as she could feel him so deep she could’ve sworn he was in her tummy. She closed her eyes, head rocking from side to side and she felt herself building up towards her second orgasm of the night.

She thought she could hold off a little bit longer, make the moment last as best she could. But that went to hell when she felt his fingers back on her clit, rubbing figure eights in time with his thrusts. His hips knocked into her thighs, and she could hear how wet she was each time he slammed back into her.

“Fuck, Harry, fuck,” she muttered, unable to come up with any other words.

“C’mon baby. Cum for me, cum for daddy,” he encouraged her. He just needed her to cum one more time before he did.

And he almost made it. Just as she was hitting her high, walls squeezing around his cock and voice moaning out oohs and ahhs, he lost his control. She could feel him shooting his cum inside of her, the warmth spreading as he gave a few more thrusts before collapsing on top of her.

They laid there for a few minutes, or maybe longer, they couldn’t tell. Both were catching their breaths, trying to slow their heart rates back to normal and let their minds come back into the real world.

“Y’too heavy. And sticky,” she complained.

He just laughed and rolled his body, resting beside her.

“So,” he started. “Excited to go to LA then?” he teased.

She shoved his chest, letting out an exasperated sigh.

After a while, he turned to his side and gazed in her eyes.

“Hey.”

“We did it,” she said, softly.

Harry nodded. “We did. Together.”

A strand of hair had fallen in front of her face, and he picked it up and moved it back behind her ear.

Harry closed his eyes, leaning down to kiss her again softly.

“Mmm,” he hummed against her lips. “My Sunflower.”

#writing this was A LOT #thank you for staying with me this whole time!#sunflower #please send asks if you have any thoughts!#yo

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mourntheantagonist · 4 years ago

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hc that Billy comes to love bath bombs after Starcourt. He starts keeping some at Steve's house and some at home. He finds they help a lot when he's having a really hard time either with physical pain from his injuries or just when he's struggling mentally.

don’t mind me absolutely going off below. idk how this turned into a full fledged one shot but I hope you enjoy it anon because your mind is so amazing.

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I can imagine billy at home for one of the first few nights and he decides to take a bath because he still can’t really stand up too well on his own. when he walks in there’s a little bag on the counter that has his name written on it. Inside is this yellow sphere wrapped in plastic. he reads the label and follows the instructions and is stunned when the water starts to turn yellow and the scent of lemon fills the bathroom.

the scent is very calming, and considering he’s been on edge ever since he stepped back through the doors of his home, it’s a welcome feeling. when he gets in the water he’s surprised to notice the change of viscosity in the water. It’s slightly slimy but it feels really relaxing.

when he gets out of the tub after soaking for a while he feels for the first time since everything happened to be cleansed of the mindflayer. not entirely. but lingering hints to the scent of lemon make him feel clean and light and just a little less like a monster. no monster smells this good.

later that day max asked if he liked the bath bomb. for a split second he’s stuck on the word bomb until he figures out what she’s talking about.

“yeah. smelled good. thanks.” he’s still struggling to open up but he’s getting better about letting down his defenses, at least to max. part of letting down his defenses caused him to only be able to speak in one to two word sentences.

max understands though. and she appreciates not having to constantly walk on eggshells around him anymore. or at least not in the same way. instead being more concerned for scaring him rather than the other way around.

a couple days later he finds a box filled with twelve additional scents and colors and effects on his bed. he smiles. max.

she continues to restock for him as he cycles through each kind. his favorites are vanilla and lavendar and also the lemon. something about it makes his thoughts slow and his aches numb and he’s almost addicted to the feeling.

although it doesn’t last long because one day neil calls him out on it. asks him why he ‘smells like a faggot’. billy is initially able to say he used one of max’s soaps because he ran out, but that won’t fly for long. he eventually stops using them and lets the little collection he’s gathered sit under the sink in the bathroom to collect dust.

then he starts spending more time with steve. just needing to get out of his own house and out of his own bed for just a couple hours of the day he goes over to steve’s when he’s not at work. steve is constantly telling billy he enjoys his company but billy continues to apologize for burdening him. he’s not used to people just caring, and it’s especially foreign coming from steve for several reasons. one being that less than a year prior he nearly put him in the hospital. the second being that steve was a man, and there has never been a man in his life to actually care about him in that way. worried for his safety and well being. so billy tried to pull away, because he wasn’t going to allow him to let someone in just to be turned away at the door a second later.

but steve gets absolutely sick of it. sick of billy pulling away and believing he’s undeserving so steve practically forced him to believe it by kissing him the very next time he walks through the door. a very risky act on his part but he’s grown to trust billy over time that he’s not as worried as he could be for the outcome. he’s relieved when billy kisses him back, dropping a duffle bag to the floor that went completely unnoticed by steve as he was too locked in on billy’s lips. too locked in to notice the black eye that he only spotted when they pulled apart. too enthralled with the fact that he was kissing billy to taste the blood in his mouth. he’d ran away this time. he packed a bag and left and hoped steve would take him in. being met with a kiss right off the bat was the best thing that could have happened when steve opened that door. like the huge favor he was about to ask for almost became a small request because steve was inviting him into more than just his home. the kiss was an invitation into his life, and invitation for his care and love and all the mushy gushy stuff.

“I need a place to stay.”

steve, obviously and literally, welcomes billy into his home with open arms. immediately taking him to the bathroom to fix up the damage his father inflicted. steve kneeling before him while he sits on the toilet seat in complete silence. acting as if they didn’t have each other’s tongues down their throat just moments ago. both of them deciding it wasn’t the best time to talk about it. billy looked absolutely exhausted and worn and desperately needed sleep, and a nice bath (I know I just veered way off course but back to the regularly scheduled programming).

it was actually steve’s suggestion. noting the aches in his legs and back would probably be happy to be submerged under hot water. steve runs him the bath and goes to grab billy’s duffle upon request. steve gives him a soft kiss to the top of his head, before he leaves telling him they can talk about everything in the morning, and for him to just relax and take his time.

billy rummages for the small box he remembered to pack that’s filled with all the fun scents that max had been gifting him, after having to switch to using unscented alternatives which were nice but didn’t give him that same feeling.

he quickly picks out the cotton candy scented one that he’s been dying to try out. because what does cotton candy even smell like? he drops the bath bomb into the water and watches as it sizzles and quickly turns the water pink. oh if neil were there to see his sun soaking in a tub filled with pink water smelling like a fucking candy shop owner he’d do more damage than what had been inflicted earlier that night.

despite the developing bruises all over his body and the sting as the contents of the bath bomb filled his open wounds, he hadn’t felt this good in months. physically he felt like shit. but he was mentally and emotionally euphoric. running off the high from just minutes ago having steve harrington’s lips on his. the boy he believed to have been so far out of reach and was happy enough to just appreciate from afar. it felt unreal and like it was a dream. all that combined with the surprisingly intoxicatingly amazing aroma filling his senses and the feeling of rejoice as he finally took the steps to leave the clutches of his abuser and was so much more than successful. it was sheer bliss accompanied by aches and pains from past and present inflictions that didn’t seem so bad anymore.

steve and billy sleep in the same bed that night. they don’t cuddle or even so much as let limb touch limb, still unsure of the boundaries. but even with the distance between them steve can smell the unfamiliar candy like scent and takes it all in.

when they wake up in the morning they talk everything over during breakfast. billy tells him how his father just came home and started pounding into him completely unprompted. shouting slurs at him. the smell of whiskey potent on his breath. billy truly knew then that it was no longer about what he did or did not do. he’d feel his wrath regardless. and steve had scolded him about self preservation before and finally decided to take his advice.

then they adress the even larger elephant in the room, their kiss. it’s not that they were avoiding the topic per se, but they were definitely afraid to abandon this good feeling by talking about it. but they bite the bullet anyway, and they don’t regret that they do. despite how uncomfortable it is for billy to talk open about his feelings, especially these kinds of feelings, he feels something inside him release at the confession. like everything he was holding inside of him is free to the open air and steve takes hold of it and cherishes it.

their little unspoken thing that has been developing over the course of a few months finally being spoken. finally giving a name to the meaning to it all. of their late at night trips to the quarry. sharing a joint as they stare at the water below as it reflects the night sky. of their movie marathons on steve’s living room couch. giving meaning to each individual brush of the knee under the shared blanket. of stolen glances and words said under their breath. of thoughts of the other invading their dreams at night. a name to it all.

it’s a strange adjustment. to go from two guys secretly pining over each other from afar to instantaneously dating and living together. sharing a bed together, sharing meals together. things they were so used to doing alone now having a guest. it was nice and strange at the same time but they both welcomed it. waking up under the warmth of another human being. getting to see each other at their worst, when they were riddled with bed head and morning breath, and loving each other all the same.

what they did in bed wasn’t fucking. screwing. banging. it was much more. it was unfair to use those words that once described their previous encounters to describe what they did with each other. it was much different. putting their partners pleasure above their own. yearning for each other’s lips upon their own above anything else. as cheesy and corny as it is it was, they made love.

things moved awfully quickly. the two of them knowing they were in love with each other from the very start, however never saying the words out loud. they didn’t go through the normal stages of a relationship. they skipped a lot of steps and that led to some bad days. sometimes they spent too much time together, and billy’s on true safe haven came in spherical shaped and wrapped in noisy plastic, rather than a can of beer or a pack of marlboro’s.

that’s where he goes when things get shaky between the two. when he feels his fists clenching against his will and the veins on his forehead make their presence known. he escapes a potentially bad situation and lets his anger rise out of him with the steam of the hot water, and dissipate into nothingness. cleansing himself of the hurt. scars hidden under opaque colorful water.

the problem is steve doesn’t like when billy leaves him alone without word. he understands he needs his space, but he wishes he’d only talk to him about it before walking off.

on one day, when billy left mid conversation, steve follows. he honestly doesn’t know what he thought billy did in the bathroom for hours, and he’s not sure why he’s surprised to find his boyfriend laid out in a bath full of deep blue water with his eyes closed just relaxing. noticing the rise and fall of his chest as he takes in deep calming breaths. noticing the beach like scent that floods the room.

“can I join you?” steve finally asks. very intrigued in what all of this is.

billy thought he’d be more upset about steve bathing in. about him completely disregarding his need for space, but he wasn’t. perhaps space wasn’t really the thing he needed. he gestures to the other end of the tub, signaling the affirmative.

steve strips and slowly lowers himself into the tub. he’s facing billy who has since gone back and shut his eyes, head pointed to the ceiling. the water is very hot but feels really good on his skin. he has his legs pulled up to his chest as to not disturb billy. he just watches him as he relaxes completely. a state he rarely, if ever, has seen him in.

after several minutes billy opens his eyes and pulls steve over towards him so now they are both facing the same direction and steve is sitting in between billy’s legs. he has his arms wrapped around him and kisses his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for just walking out.”

“it’s okay. I get it.” steve responds, bringing his own hand to lay on top of both of billy’s that grip his stomach. “wanna tell me how you made the water turn blue?”

“magic.”

steve laughs and leans into billy, closing his eyes like he had and completely understanding almost instantly. it’s like he goes somewhere else. somewhere warm that smells of the ocean. somewhere nice and serene. he could easily fall asleep right there in billy’s arms. allowing himself to prune up under the water.

it’s something they continue together. when they both feel like they’ve had enough of each other for the day, instead of going off on their own, they strip down and enjoy a moment together in the tub. closing their eyes and imagining far away places while wrapped up in each other. a reminder that they’re both still there for each other. alone but together. dealing with their issues as a unit. feeling clean and smelling good afterwards.

steve comes home one day lugging in multiple bags worth of bath bombs along with other fun stuff like bath salts and bubble bars. their bathroom cupboards are better stocked than their kitchen. they both admit it might be just a little excessive.

but it doesn’t matter. because it’s perfect for them. any fight, any argument, any disagreement. all it takes is a brightly colored bath bomb and all that tension disaplears under the sizzle. it’s strange knowing they have max to thank for all of it.

#harringrove #this was so much fun to write #sorry it’s long and drawn out but I had to get it out bc I love this hc so much #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #fanfic #mandi writes tresh #headcanons #anon

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lamortexiii · 4 years ago

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Cryptic Mystic: Kindred Spirits

Do you believe that living beings have souls? If you believe in souls, chances are that you also possess the ability to feel strong emotions. On the opposite side of that coin, there are people who feel no emotion at all. What causes such a huge difference in the capability of our brains and the way that we process information? What do souls have to do with this anyway? Are we born this way or simply molded through our environment and experiences? Maybe it’s a little of both…

I’ll start by saying the words “soul” and “spirit” are often used interchangeably - just so there is no confusion with the title versus the term I am choosing to use within the text. Now onto the good stuff.

The term “soul” as we know it today in America was originally derived from the Old English word sáwol first quoted in the 8th Century poem Beowulf. However, this term and its meaning has been seen in other countries including East German Gothic (saiwala), Old High German (sêula), Old Saxon (sêola), Old Low Franconian (sêla), Old Norse (sála) and Lithuanian (siela). The Germanic definition of “soul” is said to mean “coming from/belonging to the sea (or lake)”, because of the Germanic and pre-Celtic belief in souls emerging from and returning to sacred lakes.

Various religions use the term “soul” within many forms of context. All share an abundance of differences within what the term means and how they choose to use it, but all define their beliefs/experiences within a similar concept. For example, ancient Egyptians believed that people were made up of a combination of both physical and spiritual elements that are of the soul/spirit. Shamanism posits that people are composed of two or more souls (termed soul dualism) often called the “body soul” and the “free soul.” The body soul is the vessel in which you live day to day while you are consciously aware of your surroundings, while the free soul wanders when you are sleeping, meditating, or in a trance-like state. While even different yet, Scientology doesn’t believe that people have souls, but that people are souls. Within this religion, people are viewed as being immortal and can choose to become reincarnated if they would like once their life is over within their current physical body. Lastly, Wiccans tend to believe in the eternal nature of the soul; that the soul is immortal and can never die. Most Wiccans believe in reincarnation and view physical death as part of the natural cycle of life/birth/death; that while the physical body may die, the soul can never die.

As you can tell, there are definitely mixed views on what constitutes a “soul.” Most beliefs in the soul are tied to various religions. These are just a few examples, however, there are MANY more religions that believe in the soul and just as many more definitions and viewpoints! For those who believe in the soul, strong emotional ties are present within their respective religions. Remember earlier when I suggested that if you believe in the soul you probably possess the ability to feel emotions on a strong level? Makes sense now doesn’t it? It’s all tied together and comes full circle when explained. Now, I will say there are just as many people who do not believe in the soul, and I do not discredit them in any way. It’s like I always say, you choose what you believe - all are respected here. Learning more about one another gives us all a better understanding of the differences we possess; what makes us unique. I encourage you to do your research on other cultures/religions/etc., but I also feel like that is part of my purpose here - to expand your mind. So... you can just keep reading my blogs to get that monthly dose of information if you’d like. Your choice.

I’ve always found this particular conversation interesting due to the many possibilities that surround us. There is so much that is truly unknown. We take the influences around us: environment, culture, religion, social influences, etc. and we form opinions. We form beliefs. It would be foolish to believe that we know everything, for we do not. However, we can imagine, dream, research, have a conversation about it - we can strive to learn.

The Shamanistic belief in the two souls is quite interesting to me in particular due to my own personal experiences with dreams and meditation. I am sure many of you have had those dreams that felt so real that whenever you woke up you weren’t sure where you were for a moment. I have experienced this several times. My dreams are always so vivid. When I am meditating I find that I experience almost the same intensity that I feel whenever I am sleeping. I have jokingly wondered to myself if the people we see in our dreams are actually there with us because they are sleeping too. Maybe we are all in another dimension together in our dreams or when we meditate? I don’t have the answers to why these instances occur, but I enjoy speculating over them. I have also wondered if the people in your dreams don’t remember being with you, maybe you were in the part of their dream that they didn’t remember. Have you ever awoke from a dream and for the life of you, couldn’t remember it at all? Or maybe you remembered bits and pieces, but were unable to put them all together because of the fragments that you had forgotten? Another thought - maybe the people that you don’t know that you see in your dreams/during meditation are people that you have unknowingly met or will meet in the near future? There are so many unanswered questions. Sure, we have labels that we throw onto these phenomena as we do with everything else, but do we actually know? I don’t believe so. As a matter of fact, I think we are further off than we even begin to realize because the human mind is not capable of understanding these things that we do not know or understand. Again, you be your own judge - that’s just my opinion.

The premonitions that I have had (as mentioned in one of my earlier blogs - go check it out for the backstory/context), have frightened me to my core. The pure emotion and accuracy in my dreams have baffled me for several years. I have learned to accept that I apparently possess some sort of gift and move forward with my life. When I have a premonition it is always random, but due to the repetitiveness of this phenomena, they don’t really come as much of a surprise anymore. There have been times I awoke and I was screaming, crying, and one time I even swung my fists at someone (yeah… whoops). I feel silly using the terms “soul” or “spirit” so I personally stay away from them. However, I do believe that we are composed of something magical that we have labeled and viewed in different ways. For me, to know the human anatomy inside and out, to know how the body functions, to specialize within my career in brain functioning, and knowing the complexities within both neuro, mental, and physical health; it completely blows my mind that we are just these living, walking, breathing, beings that are so powerful - and that there is nothing behind that. That’s it? It just is? We just are? I think not. There are things we don’t understand and may never understand. I believe that we all possess something special inside of us. Call it what you want: a soul, spirit, or any other combination of terms - we are more powerful that we give ourselves credit for. Whatever you believe in, just know that you are a strong being that can overcome any challenge in life. You possess the power to change your life and could possibly go on to change the lives of others if you so choose. Embrace yourself for who you are and what you believe, because regardless of anything I respect the hell out of each and every one of you for simply being your badass selves!

Now, let’s talk about something that lies on the opposite end of the mushy gushy emotional spectrum. The absence of emotion can technically happen to anybody at any given time. For me, I have had 2 memorable points in my life where I went through a several-month period where I felt nothing. There was an absence of emotion. I felt hardened. I couldn’t cry and I most certainly did not feel happiness.

The first time this emotional numbness happened was during/after my divorce. For about a year after that train wreck was over I couldn’t emotionally feel anything. I tried to date (ew) and I couldn’t feel love or pleasure. I remember telling a very nice man that was absolutely wonderful to me in every way that I wanted to end things because I couldn’t feel - I didn’t love him. I didn’t want to lead him on, and after a month of dating and not feeling anything I couldn’t bear to see him so attached while I felt absolutely nothing. It was horrible, and I felt a sense of helplessness because I couldn’t just turn my emotions back on like a light switch. It took well over a year for me to bounce back and actually start to feel emotions again, but eventually, I was able to regain them. However, I do feel like I was forever changed in a way. I still carry that hardened exterior, I don’t trust easily, I have a permanent resting bitch face, in conversations, I am way too logical/realistic and cynical for people to even begin to handle, and I struggle with allowing myself to open up to others. Nobody is perfect, and I am sure at least a few of you can relate.

The second time this happened to me was recently. The emotional numbness lasted for a few months, beginning in September of last year to January of this year. For the first time in my life I decided to see a therapist. I didn’t want to, but a couple of people in my life who care about me said that I needed to seek help from someone other than myself (haha). I feel like it may have helped a bit, but I attribute my ability to bounce back to myself and work to change the way I was thinking. I also needed to engage in more self-care because I was extremely lacking in that department last year. So I began doing things on a daily basis that served myself, even if it was for only 15 minutes. Amidst my busy schedule, I needed to make that time for me and so I did. Both instances revolved around heavy stress times in my life - the heaviest I have experienced as an adult. For me, I think that in order to protect itself my the body just shut down and shut off everyone and everything around me. I couldn’t feel anything because feeling and experiencing emotion became seen as a threat. Funny - I still see it that way at times.

Similar to what I have experienced in my life, but much more severe, prominent, and chronic, is psychopathy. Psychopathy is defined as a mental (antisocial) personality disorder in which an individual may appear to hold no morals and exhibit antisocial behavior. These individuals also show a lack of ability to love, empathize, experience emotions, or establish meaningful personal relationships. Psychopaths are sometimes egocentric in their behavior and possess an inability to learn from experience and other behaviors associated with the condition. Take for example Ted Bundy: a calm, collected, calculated, suave serial killer. He appeared to be just like anyone else if you were to see him on the street. He engaged in relationships but did not possess the ability to truly love the individuals he was with (sound familiar?) Even in court he failed to empathize with the families of his victims and appeared to be unbothered - because he was. However, as one of the most well-known serial killers of the modern day, Bundy also had a fascination with murder and necrophelia - which, and I want to reiterate this very clearly, is NOT a common thread with those diagnosed with psychopathy. A lot of people use the term psychopath incorrectly and do not actually understand what constitutes psychopathy. Does being a psychopath mean that you’ll be a murderer? No. Does it mean you can never have a meaningful relationship? While questionable, the answer is no - there is no obsolete here. Does being a psychopath mean you are crazy? Hell no - and I don’t like to use the “C” word in a mental health context because (shocker) it’s fucking offensive. Interestingly enough, there is no written formal diagnosis in the DSM-5 (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual for Mental Health Disorders-Version 5) specifically for psychopathy. Instead, the formal diagnosis for someone who meets the criteria of antisocial personality disorder is said to mimic what most characterize as psychopathy. However, some mental health conditions may have a specifier such as psychopathic features. For example: in the DSM-5, under "Alternative DSM-5 Model for Personality Disorders", Antisocial Personality Disorder with psychopathic features is described as characterized by "a lack of anxiety or fear and by a bold interpersonal style that may mask maladaptive behaviors (e.g., fraudulence)."

While there is an ongoing argument on whether a psychopath is born or made, I say it is a little bit of both - and researchers agree. Children that show a lack of empathy, lack of guilt, and have shallow emotions, defined as callous-unemotional traits, are at increased risk of developing psychopathy in adulthood. These children are more likely to display antisocial behavior, such as bullying and aggression. Will every aggressive child develop psychopathy? No. Will every child who experiences some antisocial behavior develop psychopathy? No. There is a combination of factors that “when the stars align” create a predisposition for psychopathy to develop. It is truly a combination of individual genetics and the environment. So while the genetic factors are what is born within the individual, the environment further aids in shaping how this individual will develop. For example, a child who is aggressive, antisocial, and comes from a home where they are constantly physically and sexually abused is more likely to develop psychopathy, but may or may not depending on their specific genetic makeup. There are literally millions of combinations of neurons and other items that must connect and fail to connect to shape and form a psychopath. As time goes on these traits may become more dominant (indicating psychopathy) or may taper off and fall away (indicating that the person is likely not developing psychopathy and likely has just gone through “a phase”).

It is important to note that psychopathy can also be present and comorbid with other mental health conditions in any individual. The combinations here are endless. I have found that some individuals who experience psychopathy also experience delusions and hallucinations, while others who experience psychopathy have never had a delusion or hallucination in their life. The prognosis relies heavily on a special combination of genetics and environment. Genetics are a predisposition, while environment consists of direct exposures that can predispose but may also be manipulated. Each individual who experiences psychopathy experiences it in a different way and comes from their own unique background, therefore it is hard to pinpoint exactly what “type” of person truly defines a psychopath. Just like anything or anyone else - there are all kinds. We are all alike and the same but yet so very different. We are “kindred spirits” you might say. Whether or not you believe in souls, an afterlife, how we came to be, or what constitutes psychopathy - your opinion is still valid and you believe whatever you choose to believe. Open your mind before you open my blog. Sending you nothing but positivity and love. Until next time, creep it real ghouls and gals.

Cryptic Mystic Blog by PsychVVitch

www.LaMorteXiii.com

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10 Years Time Epilogue

Series Summary: As princess of Alberia, it is your duty to grow into a rightful young lady if you plan on ruling your family's country. Of course, the only way your father can see this happening is sending you off to a boarding camp at the age of 14 for 10 years to learn what it means to grow into a Queen. That means leaving all your friends and family behind. One specific person, your best friend, you never want to say goodbye to. But 10 years later, you come back grown into a young lady like your father hoped, and find your best friend has grown into a knightly young man. How will you two adjust after 10 years apart? Will things be the same, or will all that’s happened in that span of time affect your relationship?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark Daughter Reader

Word Count: 5800+

A/N: Oh. My. Goodness. We have come to an end on this series, and I’m so happy that this idea came to me. I loved writing for it, and putting myself INTO the story. Thank you for all the love and support with it, and I hope I did the end justice. I truly was worried I wouldn’t be able to do that, but as I started writing I really dove into the love the two characters share for each other, and I’m glad we got what we did for the end. I love you all and let me know what you think!!

Epilogue:

A year had passed since the signing of the alliance for Alberia and Turan.

Both kingdoms had flourished since then. About a month after the signing, Y/N was officially made the queen of the Alberia and her father and Pepper went into retirement. Even in retirement though, Tony had opinions and always gave his two cents to Y/N when he could.

There was only one instance in that year that war was threatened. A neighboring kingdom that had been on the rocks of having a Queen as the single ruler of a country. It was something they never could really wrap their head around, and thought that taking over or trying to invade would be easier. Like many others did since the trend was becoming more popular of a female ruler.

But like the strong and powerful kingdom that Alberia is, they came up on top and war was never even approached after ‘having a word’ with said kingdom. In other words, they were reminded of the kind of country Alberia was and their alliances.

Another major change was the amount of new women knights they had signed up for the force. A-force was growing in numbers and so many more women were stepping up to the plate to fight for their country. It was historical and monumental being one of the few countries to allow this. But because of it, Alberia’s security was stronger.

Scott and Jean were engaged to marry within the next year. The two so happy together and keeping Turan thriving together as well.

Nat and Bucky were engaged and married about 6 months ago. They didn’t want anything fancy, and settled for a small elopement with close friends and family. Nat made a beautiful bride, and Y/N made sure that the after party with friends was truly one to celebrate at. Lot’s of alcohol…

Clint and Laura were expecting their first child. Only about 5 more months to go. They, as well as the rest of the friend group, were ecstatic and so ready for one of them to take the next step in life with a family.

Wanda and Sam had begun talking in the last couple of months, and have finally settled into courting the other. They were perfect for each other with their bubbly and goofy nature. Everyone was surprised it didn’t happen earlier.

Thor recently got engaged to a duchess named Jane. Though people thought she wasn’t high enough on the royalty scale, Thor could care less and all his friends saw the love that he shared for her. They were all in support of the two being together.

Loki was still single, but not phased by others finding love. He liked the business he was in charge of, so not seeing him in love or engaged for the next couple of years wasn’t much of a surprise to the friend group.

As for Y/N and Steve. Well, that’s the story everyone wants, right?

The knight and princess had to keep their relationship on the low for a while after Y/N was finally labeled as the Queen of Alberia. If word got around that one of the reasons for the alliance with Prince Scott was because she was in love with a knight of her country, well questions would be asked and older kingdoms would say she wasn’t in the right mind to rule a country.

Which was far from the truth as we all know, but old privileged men, am I right?

So the couple kept it a secret for a while. A good long while. But after sneaking around long enough, they got tired of worrying about what others thought, and didn’t hide it anymore.

Steve would visit Y/N’s room every night. Not climbing on the roof anymore, but instead walking in the door where everyone could see. They held hands, shared kisses, hugged, and did everything a normal couple would do in public.

As for the staff, cooks, maids, knights, guards, they all knew. They all knew since when the two were young fawning after each other in the fields of wildflowers, but they didn’t dare share secrets that weren’t theirs to share. That’s the kind of loyalty this kingdom had for each other.

So when they finally made it public, the castle rejoiced. Everyone congratulating them and shared their joy for the couple every chance they got.

It was just a few days from when the two would be celebrating their 1 year anniversary from making it official themselves.

They were cuddled up into the other under the blankets of Y/N’s ‘made for a queen’ bed. The whole ‘saving yourself for marriage’ thing kinda flew out the window the night that Y/N showed up to that ball in that gown, and Steve wore that mouthwatering attire for the signing. They were goners as soon as they set their eyes on the other.

“I can hear you thinking Stevie.” Y/N giggled while she drew circles on Steve’s bare chest. His arm possessively thrown around her pulling her into his side. As if someone was going to march in any second demanding her over.

“Hmmm?” he hummed clearly still in thought and not really knowing what he was humming to.

“Steve?” she said sitting up and leaning on her elbow to the side to see him better. His grip never going down, but his eyes quickly looking to look at her.

“Hmm, what?” he asked confused at her movement.

“Are you daydreaming, or…” she dragged out letting a small chuckle come out. When all he did was look at her, she cocked her head to the side and a small smirk began to curve at the corner of her lips. “What are you-”

“You are so beautiful. You know that?” he said looking down at those sultry lips of hers.

“What’s gotten into you-” she giggled, and he couldn’t help it. He pinched her side getting another laugh out of her. He pulled her to where she was laying on top of him, and wrapped his arms around her waist making it impossible for her to move. “Steven!” she shouted wiggling in his grip.

“I love your laugh.” he said peppering her with kisses on her face as she moved laughing more. “I love your nose.” he said kissing her nose. “I love your eyes. I love your cheeks when they get all rosy after I compliment you. I love how your eyebrows quirk when you want to say something sassy, but hold back.” she was trying to move to see his face better, but after every comment he would kiss her again and again. “I love how happy you make everyone feel welcomed just by smiling. I love the little freckles you get when you’re out in the sun too long. I love your love for being outside.”

“Steve, why are you all mushy gushy all of a sudden?” she laughed finally moving to where she was looking down at him. He paused the kisses, and a gleam shone in his eyes. She moved to a sitting position. Still straddling him, but bringing the blanket to cover her exposed flesh.

He tugged at the blanket like he was nervous trying to find something to play with as he sat looking at her. But even as nervous as he was, he couldn’t pull his eyes from those beautiful Y/E/C orbs.

He let out a sigh saying mentally, “Screw it.” He moved to where he was sitting up to, but she was still sitting in his lap. He wanted her close for this.

“Do you know the love that I have for you is something that I never knew was humanly possible?” he said moving one of her curls away from her face and behind her ear. She fell into the touch and closed her eyes basking in his admiration.

“I love you too-”

“No. I mean, my heart feels sad and empty if you’re not within 10 feet of me.” he continued. “I really, really, really, really love you.” he said. The desperation to get his point across was heavy.

“Steve.” she said with a breath through her nose. She moved her hand to his cheek. He copied that same action she did just seconds ago and leaned into it. Instead of closing his eyes, he searched hers for something. “I think I can say the same thing about you. I know it’s not a competition, but if it were I think we have each other tied.” she chuckled moving to rest her forehead on his.

A simple touch, but something that meant much more to them. A sense of understanding and communication for them to share so much without saying anything.

They sat there for a second. Their breathes syncing and going in and out as one. Then Steve said it. He said it no longer being able to keep the thought to himself.

“Marry me.”

It was more of a statement than a question, but either way, Y/N pulled back quiet and looked at him wide eyed.

“Wait, what-”

“Marry me.” he repeated.

“Steve-” she breathed out as if she was socked in the stomach.

“I love everything about you and so much more.” he said continuing his first rant. “I love the light your soul radiates on this earth. The way you are compassionate and loving to everyone you meet. How you come at issues with peace as the first tactic instead of war. How you make an effort to know every staff, guard, cook, noble man, and every person around you. I love the calmness and the excitement that you can turn up and turn down when needed. I love your stubbornness, when it’s not directed to me.” he said with a smirk making her laugh and a single tear came down her cheek of pure joy.

He moved his hand and wiped it away before pulling her closer to him by her face.

“I love everything you are, I love everything you are going to be, and I want to make that person my wife.” he smiled nerves coming back. “I want to make you my queen.” he said in a whisper.

“You really want that? You’re going to be ok with that?” she asked concerned, but immensely excited too.

“More than anything I’ve wanted all my life.” he answered as if it was the simplest thing he could answer.

“Can I say something then?” she asked catching him off guard. His nodded unsure of what was to come.

She bent down and slowly started to kiss his cheek before moving to other spots on his face. Slower than him, but just as love filled.

“I love how strong you are for everyone around you.” she started. Once he saw where she was going with this he was about to interject since he was the one supposed to be peppering her with compliments, but the game worked both ways. She moved her hand to his lips and pulled back sending him a look. “Don’t interrupt.” she said semi-sternly making him effectively shut his mouth.

“I love the kindness you show everyone around you. I love the little specks of green in your eyes when the light hits it just right. I love how when I’m reading a book and fall asleep, you bring me a blanket or take me to my room to sleep. I love how long your eyelashes look when you sleep. I love the scruff of your beard when you first wake up. I love how when anytime you see me doubt myself, you jump in reassuring me every time. I love how supportive you are to everyone. I love the gleam in your eyes when you get an idea you’re excited about. I love the way you protect everyone around you as if you would jump in front of an arrow for each and every single one of them.” She stopped kissing his face, and looked at him seeing him practically glowing. Very rarely did he let her compliment him like this, so clearly he was blushing. “I love everything you are and everything you are going to be.”

She grinned as if telling him her answer. He looked back and forth between her eyes and brushed a finger over her lips.

“Does that mean you’ll marry me?” he asked.

“Only if you really are ok with being stuck by my side for eternity.” she smiled back.

“I couldn’t and wouldn’t want to see it any other way.” he said pulling her into his chest and crashing her lips to his own.

_____

A royal wedding. Taking place only about 4 months after they announced it. Fast and hurried, but everyone was ecstatic. The Queen of Alberia was going to settle down and with a man everyone respected and loved just as much as her.

The villagers knew Steve because of how often he came into town to help with anything and everything. Y/N was the same kind of person. Making a large impression as a couple for the kingdom.

Not a single soul wasn’t routing for the two in Alberia. People were waiting to see the marriage finally take place.

“No! Those flowers are supposed to be mixed with the wild flowers. Don’t you understand the purpose of baby breath?” Nat shouted running to fix every little problem she saw.

“She does realize the wedding isn’t until tomorrow, right?” Y/N asked as she signed another order of some sort with yet another delivery.

“That won’t stop her from being type 1.” Wanda shook her head letting out a sigh.

“True. What else is there to do today?” Y/N asked thanking the delivery person as they bowed and walked off.

“Aunt Jay said that the dress is just 2 stitches from being done, and she wanted you to try the veil on in about 30 minutes. We need to check in with the bakers and cooks to make sure the menu is ready for tomorrow, and lastly, we saved some time for you and Steve to be together before you’re forbidden to see the other until you’re walking down the aisle.” Wanda grinned, turning to her Queen with her arms behind her back.

“Sounds doable.” Y/N smiled back. “Have Nat go take a nap or at least rest. If she refuses, tell her the queen commanded it. It’s not an option.” she said with a certain look that showed Wanda to not relent. “I’ll go check with Rebecca on the food, and then I’ll head to Janet’s room for the veil.”

“Anything else you would like me to do?” Wanda asked with bright eyes.

“Just make sure you and Nat are rested for tomorrow. If you think the day before is stressful, just wait for the day of.” Y/N winked moving to the kitchen with two guards behind her as usual. They kept a good distance though.

“Yes your highness.” Wanda curtsied before turning to get Nat who was still trying to perfect the layout of the flowers.

____

“Oh Becca! It looks perfect.” Y/N said circling the simple wedding cake she asked for. Steve and her weren’t much to go over the top like the wedding was mapped out to be, so where she could add simplicity she did. The cake being one of the few things.

It was a beautiful blue marbled cake with gold flakes brushed on delicately. The topper was a sun and a moon together. Night and Sun. It was brilliant and very royal like while also touching a personal level for the couple.

“Really? You’re not just saying that because you’re best friends with my brother.” Becca chuckled with some nerves in her voice.

“No Bec. You always come out making things better than I pictured them to be.” she added with a nudge of her shoulder to the young girl. “You outdid yourself again.”

“Thanks your highness.” Becca said with a proud grin . “I’m glad you like it.”

“How is that brother of yours? I barely see him anymore it feels like. He’s either with Nat at night, or on some mission in the daytime.”

“He’s doing absolutely great. Thanks for asking.” A deeper voice said in the background making the two girls turn.

“Hey!” Y/N said with a wide smile going to hug her friend. Bucky returning it and giving her a tight squeeze around her waist before letting go. “I thought you were training all day.”

“That was the plan, but after some of the basics, I dismissed them all. I heard something about a big very important wedding happening tomorrow, so I figured, what the hell? We’ll give them a day off to really be on guard tomorrow.”

“Last day as second in command. You nervous? Excited?” she asked.

“Steve and me were practically co-captains anyway. Not much is changing besides having to ask him first before making a command or move. Which I feel like I’ll still be doing since it does have to go through the King and Queen first anyway.” Bucky shrugged folding his arms behind him.

“Well, I’m glad it’s working out well for you. I know Steve is excited for you, and has all kinds of faith in you. As does the rest of the kingdom.” Y/N nodded.

“Good to have the reassurance.” he smiled genuinely. “Now before I forget, and get ripped a new one by my wife, I was sent here to get you to Janet.” he said offering his arm.

“Nat’s supposed to be resting.” She said back with a tilted head.

“Yeah, Wanda was dragging her to our room when I went to find her. She was able to get out the little bit about a fitting before Wanda locked her up.” Bucky laughed.

Y/N shook her head playfully grabbing his arm and turning back to Rebecca. “It’s perfect.” she said motioning to the cake. “I trust everything down here is in good hands with your mom and you. Let me know if you need anything further.”

“Yes, my queen.” Becca's curtsied.

“It’s Y/N, Bec. You know that.” she winked getting a blush from the younger baker. “Lead the way Captain.” she said to Bucky who just rolled his eyes with a smile.

___

“Perfect timing my dear.” Janet said once Bucky and her walked into Janet’s tailoring room.

“Good evening Aunt Jay.” she said moving to give a kiss to the older woman's cheeks.

“That’s my sign. I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N/N.” Bucky bowed.

“Wait. What do you have planned for the rest of the day?” Y/N said stopping Bucky from moving further.

“Uh, probably just double and triple checking stations for tomorrow, and then going to find Nat.” he shrugged.

“Ok, then you can spare about 10 minutes here?”

“I mean yes, but why?” he asked.

“I just want to catch up.” she grinned.

He returned the grin before moving to a chair by the small pedestal Janet had for fittings. “Of course your highness.” he winked.

Y/N laughed before working with Janet. She showed her some tiaras she had in mind, and then she showed her the different veils she designed and already had done ready to try on.

“I know you want simple, but I thought I would go with a little uniqueness for the veil since the dress is very elegantly simple.” Janet explained.

“These are all stunning Jay. You never fail to make my jaw drop.” Y/N smiled ghosting her hands over the options.

“And everyone else in the room’s jaw drop too.” Bucky said under his breath, but still loud enough for the two women to hear and send smiles his way.

“Oh! I forgot!” Janet said running to the closet of tule and fabric. “How could I forget?” she mumbled to herself. Both Y/N and Bucky looking over at her trying to figure out what she was doing. “There it is!” she said grabbing something and speed walking back to the veils. “Now I know it’s not traditional, but-”

“I think we are way over doing things the traditionally way around here Jay.” Y/N snickered with Bucky.

“Well it wouldn’t be a Y/N Stark kind of wedding if we didn’t do something a little different.” Jay said winking and going to the veil Y/N was hovered over the most. “I wanted to incorporate something like this. What do you think?”

Y/N looked and saw the little patterns of gold stars and moons that Janet had mapped out and made an audible gasp.

“Oh Jay. That’s perfect. More than perfect actually.” she said in a breath.

“So you want it?”

“Will it be too much to do? I don’t want to make you even more time crunched then you are.”

“For you darling? I would do anything and everything.” Janet smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“You can’t say no to that Y/N/N. Steve will crumble at the altar and that’s not even adding the dress to the thought.” Bucky said over her shoulder making her jump slightly at how fast he stood by her.

Y/N smiled down at the veil and ran a hand over it before turning to Janet. “You’re sure?”

“Only if you are.” Janet shrugged crossing her arms over her chest.

“Then yes please. I would love to add a piece of Steve to this.” she said.

“Oh yay!” Janet jumped clapping her hands. “It’ll go perfect with the dress too!”

“I’m excited to see how it all comes together.” Y/N said with a laugh.

“Me too.” Bucky added.

___

Y/N was dressed to the nine. Perfectly dolled up, veil and tiara on, dress fitted perfectly to her body, not a hair out of place, and nails painted.

Everything was just how she hoped. There were very few details she got final say in since royal weddings were expected to be above and beyond. Though that wasn’t the soon to be married couples taste, they were considerate people who knew everyone else wanted a big elaborate party.

So with the few details that were theirs to choose, they made it their own. Y/N’s dress was simple but elegant and unique much like her. Her veil and tiara were a little more detailed but not by much. The veil had the gold stars and moons signifying her ‘knight’. Reminding her of her love that would be waiting for her on the other end of the aisle. Her tiara the same kind of gold with red rubies littering it all around to show the colors of her kingdom. Her hair was styled as if it flowed down her back like a waterfall. Half looking like it was braided and half looking like it was curled to cascade down.

If beauty, elegance, perfection, stature, and humbleness was a person. Y/N was that person.

All the girls in the room were fawning over her. Nat, Wanda, Pepper, Morgan, Janet, and Hope who had come back home to see her long time friend get married.

“Ok, enough tears and mushy sentiments.” Pepper said after the group had gushed over the bride. “We need to get moving and clean up the makeup we just ruined.” she sniffled.

“Yes ma’am.” Y/N said laughing as she looked up trying to blink the tears away.

“Oh, my dear.” Pepper said moving her hands to Y/N’s shoulders and looking her up and down one more time. “You’re going to give the man a heart attack before he can say I do.”

Y/N sniffled a giggled and then there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Nat asked moving to the large doors.

“The father of the bride. Retired King of the Country. Philanthropist. Lots of other things, but mostly just excited to see my daughter.” the voice said making Pepper roll her eyes and the rest of the women laugh.

Nat opened the door checking to see it was just him and motioned Tony in.

Tony thanked her and then looked in the middle of the room seeing his stunning daughter.

“Wow.” he said as if he was out of breath. “That can’t be the little girl that I used to know.” he said stepping closer and his eyes showing a clear gloss forming.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, pursing her lips, and trying her best not to break down in tears at seeing her father's reaction.

“Oh bug.” he choked out moving to her and enveloping her in his arms.

“Hey dad.” she said muffled into his suit.

Eventually he pulled back and when they separated some, they noticed that everyone had gone out in the hall to give them some privacy.

“I’ll kill Steve if he ever hurts you.” Tony said making Y/N laugh and wipe the few tears that did manage to get past the dam.

“We both know that will never be the case.” she said with a soft smile.

“Yeah, yeah, but I’ll still do it. If he even so much as forgets to tell you good morning, I’ll have him banished forever.” Tony said still with the threatening dad look.

“You do realize he’ll be the King. You can’t really banish the acting King.” Y/N laughed.

“Well, I happen to know the Queen and she’s more in power than him soooooo…” he dragged out.

“Dad...”

“Hey, I have to say this stuff. I’m the father.” he shrugged.

“Steve’s the best of the best. You don’t have to worry about me not being spoiled. I think he’s got that down to a tee.” she laughed squeezing his hands.

“Ok, ok… You’re not wrong. If there is any guy I know you’ll find happiness in… It’s Steve Rogers.” They paused as if taking in the moment. “You sure you still want to take his name?” Tony asked ruining the mood. Y/N smacked his arm. “Ok! Ow! Jezz! I guess I’ll settle for the hyphenated name.” She shook her head and looked at the ground. “Hey, you’re going to kill it out there. You’re my daughter so no chance you won’t.” he said lifting her head with his knuckles. “Head high, little bug. Today’s your day.” he smiled genuinely. All joking manners gone.

“I’m nervous.”

“I would be concerned if you weren’t.” he said rubbing his thumb across her cheek before quirking a small smirk. “We should probably move to the ceremony though. Steve’s out there sweating buckets, and I’m not sure if we have a back up suit for him ready to go.” That got a laugh out of her as she moved to place her arm through his extended one.

“We didn’t get to talk long last night. Only about 10 minutes before Nat forced us to go to bed for ‘beauty rest’.” She exaggerated the last part.

“Well, you’ll have a lifetime to talk after this.” he winked just feet from the door before she stopped abruptly.

“I wish mom were here.” she said quietly.

Tony stopped and pulled her back into him in a tight embrace.

“She is baby girl. She never left. She’s always watching and taking care of you. I know cause I see her in you.” He said into her hair before placing a long and gently kiss on her forehead. “You are everything and more that we hoped you would be.” he grinned. “We are both so very proud of who you are.”

The two were about to start another set of water works, but Nat’s knocking on the door broke them out of their trance.

“We should go before she drags us out there herself.” Y/N laughed swiping a tear off her and her father's face.

“Natasha’s a scary one when it comes to weddings.” Tony said going back to hold her arm.

“No, she’s scary when it comes to anything concerning me.” she corrected.

“Very true. Makes me all the more happy that we brought her into our little family.”

“Me too.” Y/N said taking a deep breath looking at the door.

“Let’s go make some people’s jaw drops bug.” he winked before they started ushering the two out the door.

___

“Nervous?” Bucky asked his friend.

“Well, when you’re about to marry the Queen of your country, and become the next King it’s a little overwhelming.” Steve answered as Bucky straightened his suite. Much like the one from the night of the alliance ball. More decorated than before though with new badges and medals.

“We’ve been over this. You are going to do amazing as King of Alberia. Y/N deserves you and so does this Kingdom. You would do anything and everything for the both.” Bucky said dusting off his perfectly clean shoulders. “Don’t get in your head punk.” he said stepping back and looking him over.

“I know. I know.” Steve said taking in a deep breath. “It’s the nerves talking.”

“Understandably.” Sam interjected. “You got this Cap.”

“Not going to be Cap much longer. That’s weird.” Steve let out a nervous chuckle as he ran his fingers through his hair for what felt like the 100th time in the past 2 minutes.

“Yeah, I got that covered.” Bucky winked. “Everything is going to work out just fine Steve.”

“I just want to see Y/N. I want to skip the whole party, and just be with her.” Steve sighed.

“Trust me. After she walks in, making everyone’s heart stop I’m sure, and then a little talking and dancing here and there, it’ll be just the two of you for a week. Tony said he was going to take care of things so you two can have a honeymoon unlike most royals.” Bucky said going over the plan.

“Hmmm mmm,” Steve hummed only half listening.

“Steve.” Bucky groaned grabbing him by the shoulders once again. “Calm down. This is Y/N we’re talking about. As soon as you see her walking toward you down that narrow aisle, everything will fall into place for you.”

“Is that what happened when you saw Nat walking down the aisle?”

“Yes.” Bucky smiled thinking back to that day. “It was as if I was in heaven and any worries or nerves I had just left my body.”

“Come on Steve. You know you got this.” Sam said standing and coming into his view.

Steve closed his eyes imagining his queen. No. His sunshine. Her walking in practically blinding everyone with her beauty and bright light. The thought alone dissipated the tension in his shoulders. He took another deep breath in and out before looking at his friends.

“Let’s do this. I’m ready to marry the love of my life.”

____

The choir had begun singing, and the band played a quiet song as Nat and Wanda made their way down the aisle with Bucky and Sam. Then it was Y/N and Tony’s turn.

The crowd stood when asked. The ceremony small compared to what the reception would be. The giant doors leading to the back opened almost as if in slow motion. The crowd letting out a slight gasp at the sight before them.

Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as the beauty that was his Sunshine began walking down the aisle. She was smiling widely and excitedly. Her eyes solely on Steve and his solely on her.

He let out a light breath trying to catch his own. Going to cover his mouth with his hand he noticed a tear or two had slipped and he now felt ready to let them all slip just at the beauty that was his bride.

Her dress? Perfect. Her hair? Made her look like the goddess she was. Her crown? Shining as if the lights around them were meant to shine just on her and them. Her smile? Priceless and something that Steve never wanted to see disappear.

Before he knew it, Tony and her were just mere feet from him.

“Who gives away this bride today?” the pastor asked.

“Her family and I do.” Tony answered turning and placing a kiss to Y/N’s cheek she soaked it up with a smile. He helped Y/N up the stairs where Steve was already standing with his hand out to take her. “You hurt her or don’t spoil like she deserves, I banish you.” he said with threatening eyes to Steve.

“Dad.” Y/N chasted.

“Hey, I told you I have to say it.” He said to her.

“You can trust me sir.” Steve said to Tony before looking at Y/N with that love-struck-teenage-boy look. “I would give her the galaxy if she asked.”

“That’s the right answer.” Tony said before nodding and turning to go to his seat.

Once they were standing at the front hand in hand, Steve looked Y/N in the eyes and vice versa.

“You’re going to kill me before we can even make us official.” he whispered to her.

“Now we wouldn’t want that would we?” she winked making him melt all over again.

“God, you got me wrapped around your finger.” he shook his head pulling her closer to him as much as allowed.

She giggled and the ceremony began. The two faced each other the entire time. Only looking at the pastor every once in a while when he asked them to repeat something.

“Now the rings. Steven, you first.” the pastor said. Steve turned getting the wedding band from Bucky, and turning back to Y/N. “Repeat after me.”

Steve said his vows, and when it was Y/N turn she turned to Nat. Nat winking knowing that the ring wasn’t what Steve expected.

“I got this from Daisy’s mom’s shop when we went into town a while ago. I was going to give it to you earlier, but never found the right time.” She said sliding it on to his ring. He watched and noticed the piece of jewelry.

It was unique and one of a kind. Everything from Daisy’s shop was made original. No others like it. Somehow it looked just like the necklace that he got Y/N all those years ago. The same one she was wearing now. It had a small moon and a small sun that were intertwined into each other. A symbol that stood for both Y/N and Steve. The balance and unity of the two. It was pure.

He looked up at her and another tear escaped. As much as he wanted to crash his lips to her at the thought behind the gift, he knew that wasn’t until the end of the ceremony. So he settled for squeezing her hand and smiled brighter as she said her own vows.

“I would now like to proudly pronounce, Queen Y/N Maria Stark-Rogers and King Steven Grant Rogers of Alberia.” the pastor said making the crowd shout and jump to their feet. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Without hesitation, Steve wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist pulling her up and off the ground and capturing her lips into the most extraordinary kiss they had yet to share. All their love and admiration for the other pouring into it.

Once they finally broke apart, all the sounds and cheers in the room were tuned out from them.

Steve leaned his forehead onto hers and she leaned into him.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible, Sunshine.”

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shadedrose01 · 5 years ago

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Ace of Hearts

Ship: Parkner (Harley Keener/Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter stresses about the expectations of sex on Valentines Day

Tags: Febufluff, Day 14, valentines day, Happy Valentines Day!!, Asexual Character, Asexual Peter Parker, Talks of sex, But no sex actually happens obviously, Bad Thoughts, Peter thinks he is going to lose harley do to his sexuality, Harley proves him wrong, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Peter had a bad ex in the past, date, dinner date, Gay Harley Keener, Love, I Love You, Acceptance, Established Relationship, Happy Ending, I'm Bad At Tagging

Day 14 of Febufluff: "Valentine's Day"

Note: This sucks, sorry :/ if you want a better valentines day fic, go read @romeoandjulietyouwish's fic "From Your Secret Admirer" (here) or just read literally anything else that came out today lmao I'm so sorry

Peter paces back and forth, digging homes into the ground in his messy room, clothes thrown everywhere. He runs his hands through his hair over and over, trying to make it perfect but just messing it up more in the process. He gives up, and focuses on trying to fix his tie instead.

Peter was nervous. Not even the slight butterflies in the stomach type of nervous, no no, more like giant moths mauling at his stomach, hands shaking like he's in an earthquake and mind racing like a race horse kind of nervous. Because today was valentines day. The first valentines day Peter has spent with a partner, his first valentines day with Harley, and they were going out on a date.

To somebody else, that might sound amazing, sweet, romantic, all that mushy gushy stuff. And it is all of those things, Harley said he wants to surprise Peter so he doesnt know all of the details, but they're going out to a restaurant to eat, all expenses paid (Peter had tried to argue to split the bill, but Harley refused), and he knows that Harley is going to get him a gift of some kind even though Peter told him he doesnt have to (even though Peter himself got Harley a gift, a small panda teddy bear and some chocolates). No, the date, the dinner isnt not the issue.

It's what comes after. Because theres always an after. Theres always expectations for the after, expectations of passionate kisses, of touches, of sex, and Peter...

Peter is asexual. Peter doesn't want passionate kisses, and touches, and sex. And he's told Harley this, told him as soon as they started dating what his sexuality was, and he had seemed fine with it, had kisses him gently and told him it was okay, that they didnt have to do anything. But, Peter had told his last girlfriend too. And she had still had expectations, she had still wanted it, wanted him in all the ways Peter didn't. Why wouldn't Harley be the same? He knew that Harley has had sex in the past, has enjoyed sex in the past, so why would that change now? Why would he stop now, just for Peter... right?

So, Peter was anxious, fearful, and feeling a sense of foreboding, knowing, knowing what Harleys going to want later, and knowing what's going to happen when he refuses. He's going to leave. Just like his ex did. Just like everyone always will.

Peter feels a pang in his chest, his heart aching. It sucks. He really, really likes Harley.

Speak of the devil, theres a knock at his apartment door, and Peter shoots up ramrod straight, his breath hicking. He forces himself to take a deep breath, running his hands through his hair one more time as he walks to the door and opens it, the breath he took getting knocked out of him immediately.

Somehow, Peter can forget just how beautiful Harley is, his ryestalk hair combed back, slick with gel, his bright blue eyes popping compared to his tan skin, crinkled in the corners due to his wide smile, pushing up his cheeks and showing off his dimples, wearing a nice, wrickle free dress shirt with a sapphire blue bowtie that matches his eyes and black dress pants and god he is gorgeous. So jaw dropping, heart stoppingly beautiful that it makes Peter chest squeezes even more, knowing that it isn't going to last.

Peter pushes the thought away, and gives Harley a small, timid smile, telling himself to enjoy the evening, to enjoy Harleys presence, his love and warmth, his kindness and caring while it lasts.

The date goes amazing. Like, picture the best date you could ever imagine, and then triple it and that's the date Harley took Peter on. Sure, they may have just went to a restaurant a few blocks from Peter's apartment, and yeah, they may have only went to an arcade after and played games for hours, but to Peter, to the both of them, it was perfect. A perfect date, a perfect night.

Or, a perfect night for Peter.

Halfway through their outing, Harley had come up behind him, wrapped his arms around him tight and had asked Peter if he wanted to go back to Harleys apartment after. And Peter, stupid, innocent Peter, still wrapped up in his game of Ghostbusters pinball machine, had agreed wholeheartedly, giving Harley a big goofy grin over his shoulder and giggling when Harley kissed him, evidently relieved, excited, hopeful. Peter had gotten his fricken hopes up and now, now as Harley drives them back his apartment, Peter sitting in the passenger seat, holding onto his bouquet of flowers and teddy bear (he had been right about Harley getting him gifts), Peter was back to freaking the fuck out. He was going to let him down, to disappoint him, and then Harley was going to get mad at him, and leave him. It was such a good night, and it's all going to get ruined because Peter doesnt want sex. How cruel was that?

Harley opens the car door for him once they stop and park, like the gentleman, like the perfect man that he is, and holds out a hand to him with a wide grin. Peter gives him a small, shaky smile back, and allows himself to get helped out of the car, hoping Harley doesn't notice how his hands are trembling, how is pulse is pounding, blood rushing in his ears. They walk to Harley's apartment, hand in hand, the older boy seeming giddy and excited and Peter feeling like hes going to throw up, steeling himself as they make it to the door, Harley opening it quickly.

Peter shuts the door behind himself, and squeezes his eyes shut, bracing himself for the inevitable, for Harley to press him against the door and stick his tongue into his mouth, down his throat, for him to try and pry his clothes off, try and coax him to his bed, to do more, to go all the way. He hears his boyfriend speaking in the background, but he cant hear the words over his pounding heartbeat, his racing thoughts, until-

"Babe?"

"Huh?" Peter slowly opens his eyes, glancing over at the older boy, who is staring at him by his couch, his forehead ceased and eyebrows furrowed with worry.

He sticks a thumb behind himself as his eyes narrow, swirling with his growing concern. "I was just talking about movies, are- are you okay?"

He takes a step towards Peter, who instinctually takes a step back, before freezing, eyes widening. "Pete...?"

"Uhm," Peter swallows, trying to calm himself down and failing miserably. "M-Movies...?"

"Yeah?" Harley looks so lost and worried, almost frightened by Peter's reactions as he begins to ramble, picking at himself. "I was thinking we could watch a movie? Have a movie marathon or something, but if you dont want to do that, we can figure something else out. I-I mean, I've got cards and board games and stuff too-"

Peter's churning thoughts come to a screeching halt, his jaw dropping and his eyes widening. 'Wait... what??' "You dont want sex?" He blurts out, his mind uncomprehending, not understanding. 'I thought- but- I don't-'

"What??" Harley's breathes incredulously, a thread of frustration, frustration at not understanding, seeping into his tone. "Why would I- Pete, I thought you were asexual??" Peter just nods at him blankly in response, causing Harley to run a hand through his hair, pulling at it as he starts pacing slightly. "Okay, so why would I try to have sex with you?"

"Because everybody else does." Peter whispers out, quiet, low, and he watches as the fire leaves Harleys body, his shoulders slumping and his pacing stopping. "And- and I know used to have sex, and that you like sex, so I just..." Peter finishes with a shrugs, looking away, head down and shoulders tense.

Harley just glances at Peter with sad eyes, looking heartbroken. "Oh baby," He walks over to Peter hunched figure and tilts his head up until their eyes connect. He gives Peter a gentle smile, soothing all of his worries instantaneously. "I do like sex," he admits, just as quiet as Peter was earlier. "But I like you more. I love you, Peter, I love you." He presses a thumb into Peter's cheek lightly to emphasize his point. "And I said it when we first started dating, and I'll say it again. If you don't want to have sex, then we won't. Not now, and not ever. Okay?" He says it simply, firmly, like it's the easiest thing in the world, and Peter can't help the tears that start to burn in his eyes, a few running down his face as a smile grows, getting bigger and bigger by the second as he whispers out a quiet "o-okay." Harley wipes away the stray wetness, grinning back at him, his baby blue eyes soft, warm. "There's my Petey pie."

Peter flings himself forward, wrapping himself around Harley tightly, the feelings of relief, of acceptance, of love curling around his chest and overwhelming him with their intensity. Harley hugs him back, just as tightly and holds him there for a few seconds as Peter collects himself, wiping away his tears and catching his breath. "You okay now?" Harley whispers into his ear, Peter nodding and pressing a kiss to his neck before pulling away, a bright smile on his face.

"Thank you."

Harley just shakes his head, a soft, gushy look on his face. "Nothing to thank me for." Peter doesn't agree, being so unbelievably thankful to have this man in his life. But he pushes it away for the moment, allowing Harley to drag him away towards the shelves of movies, his heart swelling with love.

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huangels · 7 years ago

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nct reaction to your old self-harm scars

request: Hi! I know this is kind of a touchy subject, but I figured it was worth a shot anyways. TW!! Can you do a NCT reaction to finding old self harm scars? Like noting present, but more of a part, hard, time. Just to show more of a reasuring kind of side that no matter what has happened in the past, everything will be okay. Life hasn't been that great, and I would love to read some "encouraging words" from our NCT babes. Again, I understand if you do not want to work this. Thank you anyways!

a/n: i’m choosing to write this to maybe help others out there who need encouragement or reassurance (?) i’ve also tried to make this reaction gender neutral in hopes of helping more people ? i’m sorry if this is a touchy subject but i put a warning for those who do not want to proceed! (i’m so bad at writing like mushy gushy stuff idk what to call it so i hope this isn’t TOO cringy…)

warnings: old self-harm scars !

˗ˏˋ TAEYONG ˎˊ˗

Taeyong runs a light hand over the horizontal bumps on your skin. His eyebrows are stitched together and his eyes are a pool of sorrow. He blinks it away after a moment, holding onto both of your hands now. Instead of the sadness in his eyes from when he first encountered your old scars, the beautiful dark orbs are now filled with overflowing love and affection. It gleams with incoming tears that slightly pool on his waterline. Taeyong pulls you close, it warms you up, putting a bright smile on your face.

"Whatever the reasons for these are, just know that I'm here for you. Battling your insecurities is tough, but you have me and I love you so much that I'll battle them with you."

˗ˏˋ TAEIL ˎˊ˗

Taeil's lower lip juts out into a pouty as he catches a glance at your old scars. His heart churns and races frantically, head exploding from all of the thoughts surrounding his head. Taeil wraps his arms around your body, resting his chin on your shoulders. His hand travels up and down your spine soothingly, as he whispers encouragement softly into your ear, words drowning in love and passion.

"Your scars are now a part of you and that's perfectly okay. But I'm worried if anything like this happens again, please come talk to me first, okay?"

˗ˏˋ JOHNNY ˎˊ˗

A small smile flashes upon Johnny's face. His large hands ghost over your scars, warmth radiating from his fingertips. And when you confessed your dark past, Johnny only comforted you with affectionate words that make you glad you're doing good now. You don't leave his arms for the rest of the day as he sprinkles kisses all over your face when you least expect it, causing you to break out in a fit of light giggles.

"You don't have to hide them, don't worry. I still love you just as much, maybe even more. The past is the past, just focus on making a brighter future."

˗ˏˋ KUN ˎˊ˗

Kun reaches to wipe the stray tear that managed to escape your eye, fingers gentle over your skin. You lean into his warm hand as he rests it under your ear, thumb caressing the apples of your cheek. His other hand makes its way to your waist, pulling you into his embrace. The affectionate words that leave his mouth act as an energy booster, shooting straight to your heart, making it race in endless circles.

"I love you endlessly no matter what. I love your brave heart, your strong mind, your heroic scars. I love you, and these scars are a part of you, which means I love them too."

˗ˏˋ DOYOUNG ˎˊ˗

Doyoung grabs your hand, planting a kiss on the palm. It's warm and soft against your hand. His eyes never leave yours as his arms wrap around your frame, engulfing you in his love. The twinkle in his eyes causing you to melt on the stop, as he stares lovingly at you. Doyoung peppers your head with kisses, not missing one spot.

"Don't hide them. They're reminders of the dark times that you bravely fought your way out of."

˗ˏˋ YUTA ˎˊ˗

Both of Yuta's hands encircle around your smaller ones, it immediately stops them from shaking. He connects his eyes with you as he pours out his thoughts, just as you did earlier about your scars and the stories behind them. His thumb massages the crevasses of your hands, face stretched from the brightest and proudest smile you can ever imagine. His radiant smile alone has the powers to heal your internal wounds.

"You are so strong and empowering for overcoming your differences, but you don't have to worry anymore, I'll protect you now."

˗ˏˋ TEN ˎˊ˗

Ten's thin, long fingers trace swirly patterns over the bumps of your old scars. His light touch is comforting, calming down your rushing heart. The tears that left your eyes have dried as Ten mentions over and over again how beautiful and magnificent you are. You can't help but smile as he envelopes you into his arms.

"It's okay, flaws are beautiful too. You've faced your inner demons and defeated them, those scars are reminders of that."

˗ˏˋ JAEHYUN ˎˊ˗

The tears fight through as they come pouring out of your eyes, you start to hiccup as you've gained enough courage to share your story. Jaehyun's large hands have never left yours since the beginning to the end of the story. They draw circles over the back of your hand, smoothing out any worries. He stays quiet for you to gain your posture before comforting you with supportive words.

"I wish I could have been there for you then, but I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere. We're in this together!"

˗ˏˋ WINWIN ˎˊ˗

Winwin's arm lap over your shoulders, pulling you in as his chin rests over your head. You lean closer into his embrace and take in the soothing scent of his cologne. He hums softly into your hair, a Chinese ballad song he always sings, and as if a spell, you automatically melt in his arms. Your shoulders release from their tensed-up position and a genuine smile reappears on your face.

"You were determined and you overcame your self-difficulties. I hope you won't ever have a reason to do it again though. I'll make sure of it!"

˗ˏˋ JUNGWOO ˎˊ˗

Jungwoo's head rests on your chest, listening to your heartbeat slow down from its previous racing pace. The more you talk, the more you got comfortable with sharing your past stories, and the more kisses Jungwoo plants onto your skin. Each spot warms up, causing your heart to expand larger. It physically aches with all if the love Jungwoo is giving, but in a good way, as your face stretches into a soft smile that matches Jungwoo's.

"For every scar, you shall receive a kiss in return because to me, they tell stories of a brave fighter who never gave up on themselves."

˗ˏˋ LUCAS ˎˊ˗

Lucas's eyebrows stitch together, his eyes glassy from your stories. He looks more emotional than you do and feel, so you grab his hands and reassure him that you're all better now, that you're living happily with his presence. The worry painted on his face is now replaced with a goofy smile that stretched the more he looks at you.

"How are you feeling now? If you want to talk about it, I'm always by your side. And I won't let anything change that."

˗ˏˋ MARK ˎˊ˗

Mark's eyes warm up as they look into yours, puffy and red. A small smile forms on his lips as he tugs on your arm. You stumble forward into his open arms and they automatically close in on your frame. Mark places butterfly kisses on your forehead, then down your nose to each side of your cheeks and finally your lips.

"Don't hate your scars, love them because they prove that you are stronger than you think."

˗ˏˋ RENJUN ˎˊ˗

Renjun's eyebrows knit together as words of disgust and regret leave your lips, all pertaining to your old scars. His hands dart for yours, holding them close to his chest. His heartbeat is as sporadic as yours, you wonder why until Renjun tells you that the way you talk down about yourself makes his heart hurt. You soften at his words, engulfing him into a long hug as he continues to praise you and your scars with supportive comments.

"They're battle scars and the fact that you're here with me means that you won the war, and I'm proud. I love you and everything about you, including your scars."

˗ˏˋ JENO ˎˊ˗

With you on Jeno's lap, he leans his head to rest it on your shoulders, tuning in to every word that leaves your mouth. His heart churns at the fact that you've felt this way before, heartstrings breaking. But the smile that you share when concluding your story with a happy ending that has involved him, he can't help but share that smile. His eyes disappear into crescents as his cheeks bunch up at the tip of his face.

"You've been through a lot, I can't even imagine it, but it's all in the past. And what's important is that you're here with me."

˗ˏˋ HAECHAN ˎˊ˗

The park is deserted, everyone else presumably at home having dinner. Haechan and you sit on the grass alone by the large lake overlooking the sunset for what seems like hours just talking. You pick at the grass as you continue on with your stories about your dark past, not meeting Haechan's eyes. He calls your name, it echoes into the open air. You turn to capture his appearance, the sun rays kissed upon his rich skin, eyes glistening like the water in front of you, and a soft smile planted on his lips. He speaks after taking in your appearance as you did him, he's breathless.

"Because you're sitting here with me means that you've fought off your inner demons. Even though they may return, you know you can take them on again, I believe in you!"

˗ˏˋ JAEMIN ˎˊ˗

Jaemin's radiant smile never leaves his face as he comforts you, arms wrapped around you defeated figure. Your legs shake uncontrollably, afraid they might give out at any moment, but with the way Jaemin is holding onto you, you know he won't let anything happen to you. Jaemin faces you, eyes gleaming with love, as he sends comforting words that cause you to regain strength in your body.

"It had hurt you and brought you down to your lowest low, but you've survived. Thank you for staying, for fighting."

˗ˏˋ CHENLE ˎˊ˗

Chenle's loud laughter fills the room, as the television displays a comedy show, but your laughs die down. Your thoughts flood around your mind, enclosing you from the world. Chenle notices your sudden change in demeanor and mutes the show to ask you what's wrong. It takes a while before you muster up the courage to share your thoughts and stories. A pout forms on Chenle's lips as he links your arms, making sure you're okay now.

"I'm sad you felt this way, but I hope all the bad thoughts are gone now. Good people go through bad things, but you were wise enough to know when and how to let it go."

˗ˏˋ JISUNG ˎˊ˗

You don't want Jisung to see you like this, broken and weak. You feel too exposed, but Jisung makes effort in calming you down as he wraps his long arms around you. He runs his hands down your hair in a soothing manner, it somehow pacifies your rapid breaths. You are always the one to take care of Jisung, being the big baby he is, but now the role is switched. You're glad that you don't have to act as strong all the time and that Jisung is always there to pick you right back up.

"I hope it doesn't still hurt. But they've faded, everything is going to be okay because you're here to see another day, with me."

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khiphop-discussions · 6 years ago

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SMTM777 Ep.4 Commentary

D.Ark being That One Kid(TM) who just REALLY wants to be involved with the big kids lol

He's good but it's pretty funny. Milli giving him advice and stuff.

Super Bee is such a good leader. He'd be a GREAT producer for next season!

Coogie. I love him

Now New Champ is being That One Kid(TM) hahaha DUDE at first I thought that the whole hook was just curse words and that's why ot was beeped. I was like damn Super Bee is it SMTM4 again? They were just trying to keep the hook secret lol Yun B was boring but the rap was good Lol Super Bee it is Seoul. You right hahah Choi LB was more fun. He had a lot going on with his flow plus more interesting. Then the shout out to Giriboy hahah. Super Bee STOP! Lol when they all walked around Slick. Team Super Bee seems like they are having a lot of fun. Los was more interesting than Slick. He had more energy in his rap. Also, his rap was HELLA clear YAAASSSS Black Beatles instrumental. Loopy bro you better kill it. That shit DID NOT fit the beat. That's a dud Loopy. The rap was good just not on that beat. It was a mess. I'm disappointed. I kinda knew that would happen tbh but I wanted it have faith so that's why i said to kill it. Loopy was trash Ok "Indigo" verse fit much better. And the provoking of Luda during the HSR line hahaha Like Swings said "Milli exploded for the first time". It really showed how cool he is. FINALLY ! Now stop reusing verses hahah Coogie so far is the only one that was interesting from team Nafla so far. Coogie is very repetitive but at least he's good at what he DOES do. Another Woo Wonjae in that sense. I think Coogie said he's only been rapping for like a year or less to so it's to be expected. Coogie was better than PH-1. I deadass forget he's on this show. Team Nafla is getting ate by Team Bee. The only person who could save it at this point is Nafla but I don't think his will be enough for all 6 of the members that went on Team Bee . Yeah , Nafla is going now. It's not enough. His rap and performance is good but not amazing enough to take on all 6 of team Bee as expected. Qwala kept up with Nafla pretty well tbh. Not better especially with him messing up but up until then he definitely kept up. Lol @ team Nafla getting hype when he messed Odee was great as soon as he opened his mouth. He's definitely the most technically talented rapper on the show. Or maybe EK? I think it's probably Odee though. I have to hear more EK. Super Bee! Making fun of people's jewelry again. I love when he does that. I really can't wait to see Super Bee v. Nafla in the final episode. Shit is gonna be lit. Yeah, team Bee ATE team Nafla. There's no way. Nah, team Bee CLEARLY won tbh. Giriboy LOVED that hook. Team Bee is Team Designer. Cause most of them wear designer shit. Loopy was trash STOP this! Yes, Changmo stay cool w/ Super Bee so you ain't gotta beef with him. Dude...super bee team won stop dragging it out.Whoever is holding out for team Naf is annoying af lol WHAT?!?! That is a fucking ROBBERY bro. Are you fucking kidding me? ROBBERY! All 6 members of SB did well but only 3 of Team Naf are memorable. Robbery. Straight robbery. Well considering they fucking robbed Team be of 50 mill won they better not eliminate them. Also, all that mushy gushy shit about "uwu you guys were all so good WE decided not to eliminate anyone. It's all love, first ever elimination-less mission" it's probably more because SMTM eliminated so many people during the 1v1v1 so there's no need to eliminate 6 whole contestants right now lol. Damn, how the fuck did I forget how good DeepFlow is? What?!? They brought Donathan of course. They should bring BigOne I was just WAITING for these fools to pull out 작두 (jakdu i think that's the right hangul spelling lol, "cut cut cut") VMC has no versatility outside of BigOne but they are just so good at rap that it kinda doesn't matter lol Damn, I forgot how good Giriboy was at rapping too. He mostly does a more trendy rap but he was just straight spitting here. He's damn good. Team Swingiri is so mad. Lol. So aggressive. Oh yeah, Swings used to have a mohawk lol. Lol performing a song that features Milli with him in the audience instead of onstage hahah Yeah, of course you almost ran onstage Milli, it was your damn song LOL LOL he just took back the lyrics of "Maestro" he's too nervous I KNEW he was dropping "Maestro". YASSS Genius[citation needed] Pianist King!!! I've seen these guys live before (Changett) so I know how LIT it is in person. Lol to whoever said "Changmo's so hot" you right If they had eliminated 6 after the team battle mission, they would have only been able to eliminate 2 additional people here so it wouldn't have been as high of stakes tbh. So like I said earlier. All that mushy gushy shit was LIES! LOL This team selection seems so unnecessarily complicated lol. But at least they are doing something new lol He's unique in that I literally don't remember him unless he's on screen. Yeah Chaboom belongs on team VMC. That's the type of music he excels in. I knew Dongmin had to go to Changmett cause he does a trap type style. EK~ just plays in my head every time he's on screen now lol VMC NEEDS EK even though it's obvious he can do more trendy, melodic stuff. Damn, he used Jvcki Wai as bribe? Shit, I would have went RIGHT to Swingiri team lol. DeepFlow is so happy lol. I am too Damn, Ek basically has to eliminate them. That sucks. They should have eliminated Zilla like??? Stop keeping trendy people just cause. I PROMISE there's someone who can do trendy AND rap well. Ok now Los came so replace Zilla Then Choi LB got replaced too. Swings gone have to square up with whoever else doesn't come to his team lol He gets Nafla so no need to whine this early. Slow and steady wins the race. Odee came over to his team. Now stop being salty Swings lol It's kind of an unspoken rule that you don't choose your label on this show lol. I think B.I. Is the only person who has done it. So i knew he wasn't going with Changmett Ilgyo awwww and they gave him like no screen time. He was hiding under his hat the whole time anyway, I guess. Lol That's true The Q, "the more you see Kid Milli the more he grows on you" They played "nondisclothes" when he got chosen. If Woochan reminded me of G Dragon, D.Ark kinda reminds me of B.I. the attitude, charisma, the good technical skill despite being young af. Damn, slick is good. That had to be hard. I wanna hear what Loopy would make w/ changmett but I just remembered he goes to CoPal. Wow, New Champ really did turn the annoying up to like 6 or 7 this season tbh. He's just trying to get his screen time, I get it. He wasn't like this on smtm4 lol. Coogie like HAS to go to Changmett. I'd be pissed if I was the q and he didn’t lol. I don't even know why swingiri was mad. Like have they even been there this whole seaaon? It's obvious coogie is 100% team changmett. Him and the quiett are a whole couple. They should have eliminated Hyunseok instead of Luda but like Changmett said, they already have a vision for their team. I don’t think luda was ever supposed to make it. Oh yeah, i forgot he was with Illionaire on SMTM5. Lol I feel like we've already seen what he can do with IllionaireAmbition like he's in the Ghood Life crew and has done a bunch of songs with Changmo and worked closely with The Quiett. It's kinda weird tbh. But honestly Super Bee is at a point where he doesn't need anyone else to foster his growth so.it really doesn't matter what team he's on. He already makes dope songs regardless of who produced them. That said I do hope we get to see a different side. Maybe a slow, emotional, powerful song at some point accompanied by Changmo on the piano? Swings you get Nafla! STOP.WHINING! Damn, D.Ark. Bias wrecker lol. Got hyunseok eliminated haha I think VMC would have done the most with Naf but again, his producing team doesn't matter he's already fostering his own growth tbh. Nucksal that was DISGUSTING. Worse than when The Quiett said "we've never seen anything like that in tv. Thanks for coming to smtm to show us that" or something to that effect. Also, nuck. Nafla's favorite rapper is Biggie NOT Tupac! Keep up! This is exactly why he ain't choose your team! Lol The Quiett REALLY though he was about to finesse that huh? You really thought you was gonna get Super Bee AND Nafla AND Coogie AND D.Ark? Lol The end when the producers got in to the team battle was dope

#smtm7 #smtm777 #spoilers #khh #khiphop

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happybeeme0514 · 7 years ago

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Pure- Epilogue

May 18.

As I’m sitting in the mansion’s parlor studying for my math final tomorrow, the lights suddenly go out. I look up, frowning, and glance out the window. It’s perfect outside, not a single cloud marring the sky. So why…?

PRRRR!

I scream like a little girl when the sudden sound hits my ears, my legs curling up and my hands jerking to my head, my math book tumbling onto the floor with a fluttering crash.

At the same time, the lights come back on, and Dui, Ichthys, and Teorus pop out from behind the couch across from me with cheap party hats you buy for a little kid’s birthday party on their heads and party blowers in their hands. That was what caused the loud horn-like sound. As I stare dumbly at them, the rest of the gods enter the room, looking amused at my deer-in-headlights expression.

“Happy birthday, Eden!” Ichthys shouts, a wide smile on his face. I blink.

“You know my birthday?” I ask. He rolls his eyes at me as Teo and Dui go about creating food and a cake for all of us.

“Duh. You told me when we first met, remember?”

“Oh, yeah…” I guess I did tell him. He asked what my sign was, right?

“You’re really going to celebrate a human’s birthday?” I ask as Zyglavis comes to sit beside me with a smile on his face.

“Of course we are,” He replies pleasantly.

“Besides that, it was Minister Ponytail’s idea to celebrate in the first place.” Leon says. He turns to Huedhaut. “Hey, the goldfish might not be allowed to drink, but we are. Bring out the wine.” Huedhaut does a mocking salute.

“Yes, sir!” However, he does it anyway, snapping his fingers and creating three bottles of dark wine.

I look at Zyglavis.

“It was your idea to celebrate?” I ask him, feeling touched. He nods.

“You don’t allow Lorraine and David to throw you birthday parties it seems, so I figured, why not us?”

“How did you…” I begin to ask, but then my eyes flit down to the ground, and I notice Zyglavis’ shadow isn’t under him where it should be. “Oh. Still keeping your shadow with me?”

“The threat of the dark king may be gone, but that doesn’t mean evil has been expunged from the Earth. It is my primary goal to keep you safe now. My shadow will always be with you.”

Zyglavis’ voice becomes soft and tender as he gazes at me lovingly, and my cheeks warm up on their own volition. I stare back at him, smiling like an idiot, when a voice cuts in.

“Alright, enough mushy-gushy stuff, it’s gross,” Ichthys says while pretending to gag. “Let’s party!”

There’s a wide variety of food on a large table someone conjured up, ranging from simple foods like chips and pretzels to rather fancy food like coquilles Saint-Jacques and ossobuco. In the center of the table is a black and white four-tier cake with a string of cherry blossoms going from the top to the bottom. Surrounding the table are piles of presents, all wrapped in colorful paper and ranging in size from roughly the size of a laundry basket down to the size of a small ring box.

I raise my eyebrows.

“There was…really…no need…for this,” I mumble as I struggle to take it all in. What’s really hard to accept is that gods—gods—got me, a human, presents. And there has to be at least fifteen of them.

“I tried to reign those three in,” Zyglavis said, waving at finger at Dui, Ichthys, and Teo. “But like that’s even possible.”

“Whaaaat?” Ichthys whines, sticking out his bottom lip.

“We wanted to give you presents! That’s what birthdays are for, right?”

“Keep in mind Eden, that this is the first birthday party any of us have attended,” Huedhaut tells me as he pops the cork on one of the wine bottles. “Gods don’t celebrate the days they were born. At least, not like humans do.” I cock my head, and look to Zyglavis.

“You don’t?”

“Gods live for a very long time,” He replies. “Celebrating every year would get rather tedious. Instead, we acknowledge when we reach our hundredth year of living, and so on and so forth.”

I exhale loudly. That…is one thing I need to think about. Zyglavis is immortal, and I am not. What will happen when I die?

I decide to save that thought for a rainy day.

The room is busting with happy voices and music within minutes, everyone talking amongst themselves and eating and drinking. I don’t recognize the music playing from the stereo. It must be exclusive only to the Heavens.

The food is amazing. Even the chips taste better than normal. Ichthys had me try this weird grey lumpy porridge type deal and I keep finding myself coming back for more of it… whatever it is.

When it comes time for cake, the three gods who scared the crap out of me earlier insist on singing Happy Birthday to me, and Tauxolouve and Partheno even join in, but I have a feeling they just want to see me blush. When I look to Zyglavis for help, he’s just standing there chuckling.

“Okay, okay! Open your presents now!” Ichthys says, grabbing my arm and yanking me over to the pile of gifts that I’m sure will be completely unnecessary. However, to appease him, I smile and do as he asks.

The gods all gather around me as I begin to open my gifts.

The large present turns out to actually be a laundry basket, which I’m actually glad about; I needed a new one, anyway. I get a heavenly perfume from Partheno, who says that spraying that on me will have me smelling pleasant all day without needing to reapply, which I think is really awesome, and I get a book about the Heaven’s history from Huedhaut, which is also really cool because who wouldn’t want to know about the Heavens?

From Tauxolouve I get a pretty pink and red silk scarf, from Dui I get a soft, fuzzy plushie of cherries that actually smells like cherries, and from Leon I get a star pin that he says will keep harm from coming to me.

“She needs all the help she can get anyway.” He says, but his tone of voice is more joking than insulting.

From Karno I get a large mineral nightlamp that emits purifying energy, from Aigonorous I get a small music box that plays ten different lullabies, from Krioff I get a pair of socks that feel like silk but have the ability to keep my feet warm—I’m always down for a new pair of socks—from Scorpio I get an apple scented candle that will never run out, from Teo I get a cowbell that can call any animal I want to me, and from Ichthys…

He has a huge smile on his face when he hands me the small box I had seen earlier, and as I open it, he says, “That will put anyone in the ‘mood’, if you know what I mean.” I frown. Inside the box is a small orange piece of candy, barely bigger than a Nerd. I look up at him.

“You mean ‘mood’ as in…” He winks at me, and my cheeks immediately light up like a stoplight.

“That’s a bit of an inappropriate gift, don’t you think, Ichthys?” Zyglavis asks him, clearly unamused.

“What?” He asks, turning to look at his superior with puppy dog eyes. “I mean, she’s probably gonna need help with Your Uptightness, right?”

“Eden,” Huedhaut says with a snarky smile on his face. “That is one of the Heaven’s most potent aphrodisiacs. I’d be very careful with that if I were you.”

I hurriedly put the lid back on the box.

“I, ah, appreciate this, Ichthys, but I mean, it’s kind of early in our, um…relationship for…this.” Listening to me bumble like an idiot, everyone besides Zyglavis laughs. I’m pretty sure there’s steam coming out of my ears.

As I put the tiny, dangerous gift aside, I yawn.

“Are you getting tired?” Zyglavis asks me. I glance at the clock over the mantle of the fireplace and see that it’s almost ten at night.

“Whoa!” I gasp. How did the time go by so fast? It was just five! Teo smiles.

“You know what they say, time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Aww…are we ending the party already?” Ichthys asks, pouting like a small child. Zyglavis rolls his eyes.

“You can party all you’d like, but it’s time for Eden to get some sleep. Humans need eight hours of sleep or else their mental functionality is compromised.”

“Oh, jeez, are you ever boring,” Leon moans as he pulls himself to his feet to head for the wine. “Get out of here before you bore us all to death.”

Zyglavis narrows his eyes and opens his mouth like he’s about to rebuke Leon, but I quickly put my hand on his arm and pull us to our feet as well. “Let’s go, Zyglavis.”

As we walk to the door leading to the back hall, I turn to the gods and smile at all of them.

“Thank you all so much for the gifts. I’ll treasure all of them. But for future reference, you don’t have to get me presents just because it’s my birthday, okay? I have nothing to give back to you.” They all either smile or laugh at me.

“We didn’t give you presents just because it’s your birthday, Eden.” Dui says.

“Yeah,” Karno agrees. “We gave you presents because we like you. We don’t expect anything back.”

I know I won’t get anywhere trying to argue with them, so I just smile and nod graciously.

“Okay. Thank you all again. Tonight was really fun.”

I yawn again, and Zyglavis gently takes my hand and leads me to his room for the night.

When we enter his room, he snaps his fingers and I am in my pajamas. “How convenient,” I mumble. “Wish I could do that.” Zyglavis chuckles.

“It does come in handy.”

He turns the lights off save for the lamp beside his bed and I crawl into the crisp, fresh sheets. As I rub my eyes, Zyglavis lays down beside me and hands me a square-shaped box wrapped neatly in shiny blue paper.

“You got me something too?” I ask, feeling a small twinge of guilt.

“Of course I did. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I allowed all my coworkers to give you gifts and I didn’t?” In my mind, I do a little dance at the word ‘boyfriend’, but I remain calm and smile at him as I take the gift and carefully unwrap it, setting the paper aside and opening the lid of the simple black box.

“Oh, wow…” I whisper. Inside is a charm bracelet with eleven small charms dangling from the silver band. In the center is a larger ornament with the symbol of Libra inside it, surrounded by small stars. Upon closer inspection, I see that the stars are moving, dancing around the symbol as if they’re alive.

“That bracelet has the symbols of all of us,” Zyglavis tells me. I take the time and look at each little charm to see that it’s true. Stars dance around those symbols as well. “However, if you touch mine,” He reaches out and runs his finger over the shiny glass. “I will be able to hear you, and you me.”

I turn my eyes up to his face to find him gazing softly at me. “There will be times when I have to be in the Heavens for a period of time, and we won’t be able to see each other. But, if you should get lonely, all you have to do is touch this charm, and we can talk.”

“Zyglavis, this is…wow…”

I can’t even find the words. Zyglavis is always thinking of me it seems, if he went to all this trouble to get me something like this. Happy tears fill my eyes, and I throw my arms around his neck, pulling a shocked sound from him and causing him to tumble on top of me.

“Thank you,” I whisper, not trusting my voice. “Thank you so much. I’m so happy…” Zyglavis makes a sound that tells me he’s pleased and wraps his arms around me, rolling us so we’re on our sides. As he strokes my hair, I say, “I love you.”

“And I love you.” He replies before placing a small kiss on my forehead.

I gaze up at him and move a hand to cup his warm cheek.

Our bodies move naturally, leaning in to one another, and our lips meet. I still have to remind myself to breathe, but like I care about that.

All too soon he pulls back from me, and when I make a small sound of disappointment, he chuckles and pulls my head to his chest. “It’s time to sleep, Eden.”

“But I don’t wanna.”

“You sound like a child.”

“I wanna kiss you some more.”

Zyglavis kisses my head, but doesn’t allow me any wiggle room to get back to his face. I want to pout, but my drowsiness slowly creeps up on me, and before I know it, my eyelids are drooping.

Oh, well, I suppose. There’s always tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that…I don’t ever intend on letting him go, and I know he won’t let me go, either. My life is changed, forever altered, but there’s no way I can see that as a bad thing. I place all my worries on the back burner and close my eyes, taking a deep breath and cuddling closer to Zyglavis’ warm chest, feeling more safe than I ever have before in my life.

Lying in bed, being held by the most loving of gods, I fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

#zyglavis #star crossed myth #otome game #fanfic #voltage inc

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folklore-musings · 7 years ago

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Camera Shy (part 5)

Summary: AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him. - Bughead leading to eventual smut

Parts: One Two Three Four

Read on AO3 here

Thank you SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much for all the wonderful feedback this story has received. I love you all so much.

Betty unwraps herself from Jughead’s embrace and searches for her clothes amongst the mess on his floor. Rubbing her hands together, she remembers how they stripped down the hallway and heads for the open door. Her clothes lie in a pile on the kitchen floor and she tugs them on, tossing her hair out of her face in the process. She reaches into her jacket pocket for her phone, falling back against her fridge at the astounding amount of messages blinking on her screen.

Jughead slinks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “What’s that look for?”

“One guess.” Betty says, walking towards him slowly. “Answer correctly and you’ll get a kiss.”

Jughead taps his chin in mock thought. “Hmmm…Veronica?” Betty smiles and leans in to kiss his lips softly. Her legs are still shaking from their earlier rendezvous in the sheets but she ignores their quaking and continues to move her mouth against his.

“She wants us to all go out for dinner.” Betty looks down at her phone and shuffles through her texts. “She also says ‘YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO BETTS’ in all caps. I’m so confused.”

Jughead shrugs and grips Betty’s shoulders to steady himself, his stomach growling at the mention of food. “Ignore her, except for the dinner part. Look at me, I’m practically shrinking in front of my own eyes.” Betty’s gaze travels down Jughead’s bare chest, trailing down to the waist band of his boxer briefs. His half naked body was way too distracting for her.

“Just because we had sex doesn’t mean you can start walking around the apartment like a Calvin Klein model.” She tells him, continuing to eye his body appreciatively.

Jughead raises a tempting eyebrow. “You think I could be a model?” He grabs the dish towel hanging over the handle of the stove and wraps it around his head like a scarf. “Oh Betty, stop it.” He pops his foot and smiles at her, batting his eyelashes like the cartoon Minnie Mouse.

She leans in for another kiss when her phone goes off her hand. Betty presses a finger to his puckered lips. “Hold that thought.” She lifts the phone to her ear and answers.

“BETTY!” Veronica screeches through the speaker. Jughead kisses her forehead and backs out of the kitchen down the hall.

“I’m just going to go shower,” He whispers, leaving Betty all alone to deal with Ronnie.

“Hi Ronnie,” Betty says into the receiver, keeping her tone as even as she can, despite the mushy gushy feeling in her stomach and the tingling in her toes. Her lips are spread in a wide smile and she twirls her hair around her finger, watching Jughead as he disappears into the bathroom like a love struck puppy.

“Don’t ‘hi Ronnie’ me. What is up? How did the shoot go? What happened? Did you touch the hair? Let me know how soft it was I took a picture of the conditioner he uses before I left earlier.” Ronnie rambles on at a mile per minute, barely stopping to catch her breath.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Take a breath Ron and slow down. You really need to get over your obsession with Jug’s hair. It’s weird. When’s dinner by the way? I’m starving.” Betty rubs her belly, remembering she barely ate anything all day in lieu of the spontaneous photoshoot. The cliché saying I’m so hungry I could eat a horse was uncannily fitting for her at the moment. Needing a snack she peeks her head into the fridge and grabs out a box of strawberries, wishing it were chicken tenders.

“Don’t think you can just change the subject like that. And we were thinking maybe 7:30ish?”

Betty removes her phone from her ear and checks the time. “But it’s 7 o’clock right now.”

“Well maybe if you had been paying attention to your phone, you would’ve known about the dinner when I texted it to you over an hour ago. What was so riveting that you’ve been ignoring me?”

Betty blushes. She was having way too much fun making Ronnie suffer, so she told a little white lie. “Nothing Ronnie. We did the shoot. We came home. We uh, we took a nap.”

Ronnie squeals on the other end, so loudly Betty can actually hear it through the walls across the hall. “Any chance this nap happened together, with the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms? Come on Betty don’t let me down. You can’t just photograph your best friend in the nude and not let it lead somewhere.”

Betty’s breath becomes shallow as she relives the previous afternoon. She’s completely dazed as she pops a strawberry into her mouth, chewing the sweet fruit and tossing the stem into the garbage. “Veronica we’re friends. You need to get your pretty little head out of the gutter and relax.” Betty’s stomach growls. “So where were you planning on taking us for dinner? I’m assuming it’s your treat, Ms. Lodge.”

“Probably Pop’s, like always. You know, I don’t know why I bother to call you when you live right across the hall. I’m coming over.”

Before Betty can persist, the other line clicks dead and soon Ronnie is at their door, pounding away. Betty unlocks the door and lets her friend in. “What a nice surprise it is to see you.”

“Why was the door locked? You guys never lock the door.” There’s a coy smile playing at the edges of Ronnie’s lips and Betty tugs at the hem of her sweater. Ronnie’s eyes were speculative as they roved over Betty’s body, looking for some sort of sign that something happened between her and Jughead. In a haste, Betty lifts a hand to cover her neck, praying there are no lingering marks from when nipped and kissed at her tender skin.

“You know we do live in a rather busy city, we decided it’s probably best. Crime rates these days are sky rocketing.”

Ronnie furrows her brow, not buying Betty’s lame excuses. “You’re acting weird Betty. Come on, just tell me what happened. Was it weird, being photographed naked? Oh my god did it not go well? Are you guys fighting?”

Before Betty has a chance to respond, the door to the bathroom opens and Jughead steps out wearing nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. “Betty did you miss me?” He calls down the hall, unaware of Ronnie’s presence in their kitchen. Jughead enters and at the sight of Ronnie he loses his footing on the linoleum, slipping and dropping the towel in the process. “Oh shit, when did you get here?”

Ronnie looks as though she just witnessed a miracle. “Nice way to greet someone Jug.” Her gaze travels approvingly over Jughead's body and Betty is suddenly fully aware of the fact that Jughead’s towel is no longer covering him. She feels the heat flush in her cheeks. “So enlighten me Betts, which by the way you’re turning a rather bright shade of puce. Why would Jughead suppose that you missed him while he’s in the shower?”

Jughead scrambles to his feet, retying the towel around his waist and backing himself out of the awkward situation before him. “I’m gonna go get dressed.” Betty swears under her breath, wishing she had an escape route of her own.

Betty grabs Ronnie by the wrist and drags her into her bedroom. “Sit there.” She tells her, shoving Ronnie onto her bed as she begins to pace around the tight space. Betty begins furiously gnawing at her lip, realizing she should probably put on a bra before they go out to eat. With her back to Ronnie she quickly changes, clasping on a plain nude bra and changing sweaters. When she turns around she joins Ronnie on the bed and rests her head on her best friend’s shoulder, while pulling at the sleeves of her sweater, her anxiety getting the best of her. “If I tell you what happened will you please shut up about the whole thing?” Betty asks with her eyes on the floor.

Ronnie twists her body so that she’s facing Betty, and grabs her friend’s hands. “I am all ears Betts.”

Betty takes a deep breath and opens her mouth, suddenly pouring out her words like an open faucet. Ronnie clings to each word with bated breath, nodding along as she listens to Betty rehash out the events of the afternoon. At the mention of the kiss Ronnie lets out a long exaggerated sigh and touches her heart. Betty’s leg begins to jitter as she describes the way Jughead felt against her skin, describing it as best she can, calling it an out of body experience. “It was amazing Ronnie.” Betty finally finishes, as her heart swells inside her chest.

It takes her a second but soon Ronnie, is rolling over the bed, squealing as she kicks her legs in the air excitedly. “I knew it!” She yells and Betty tries to calm her, but she can’t help geeking out with her friend.

“Just keep it on the down low, OK? We haven’t had a chance to discuss what this means. I don’t know what’s going to happen from here on out. I mean, we live together and now we’ve slept together.”

“First off, hell yeah you did, I am swooning at that retelling. Secondly, I approve 150% of this new development. And thirdly, stop worrying so much about what’s going to happen and just go along with the flow.” Ronnie reaches up and rubs her thumb along Betty’s forehead. “You’re too young to have worry lines.”

Betty swats Ronnie’s hand away and falls back onto the mattress. “But what if things don’t work out?”

Ronnie leans back beside her, curling her head under Betty’s arm. “What if they do?”

Jughead enters the room, pulling the girls from their thoughtful stupor. Betty sits up at the intrusion, happy to see he’s fully clothed with his beanie back on his head. “I hate to bother you guys, but earlier Betty mentioned food, and I’m positively famished.”

Ronnie laughs and steps up off the bed, pulling Betty along with her. “Oh I’m sure you worked up an appetite today.” Betty groans and hides her face in her hands. What was she thinking, Ronnie was never able to keep anything on the DL. She was so extra about everything. And the news about her and Jughead had her friend absolutely shook with feelings. “Let me just go get Archie and we’ll leave!”

Jughead leans against the door frame, hands deep inside his pockets. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you told her?” he asks, a wet curl falling into his face.

Betty feels so small under his icy gaze. She hugs herself tightly and draws her lip in between her teeth. “She wouldn’t give up. You know Ronnie and how persistent she can be.”

He kicks away from the door and pulls her lip from its grasp. “It’s OK Betty, I’m not mad.” He’s about to lean down for a kiss when Ronnie calls to them from the kitchen. He sighs and brushes his lips against her temple adoringly. “We’ll talk later, I promise. There is so much that needs to be said.”

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The gang gathers together in the corner booth of Pop’s all laughs and smiles. Jughead gets lost in a conversation with Archie about video games while Betty and Ronnie discuss much more trivial matters, like the most recent episode of some new show they’ve been watching together on Netflix. Beneath the table Jughead’s hand rests on Betty’s knee, tapping his fingers like drums against her jeans. Ever since that afternoon he can’t help but touch her and it encouraged him that Betty seemed to feel the same way.

When the waitress comes by to take their orders Jughead requests two burgers and settles on sharing a basket of fries with Betty. He can’t remember the last time he’s been this hungry. He was ready for a feast.

“I bet you won’t even finish all that,” Archie tells him in shock.

“Watch me.” The waitress laughs and Jughead adds on another item. “And since I’m not paying for this meal…I’ll have a chocolate milkshake as well.” He winks in Ronnie’s direction and grips Betty’s knee a little tighter. Jughead loves a challenge.

“And why is it my job to pay?” Ronnie asks.

“Betty fed you with juicy gossip. Now you must feed us with delectable food.” Ronnie falls back against the booth and crosses her arms in defeat.

Archie quirks an eyebrow, perplexed. “What gossip? Why am I always the last to know everything?”

Ronnie lifts a hand and ruffles his ginger hair sweetly. “Because you’re too stuck in your own world to notice anything else, Baby.”

“Thanks Ronnie. But that doesn’t answer my question. What’s going on?”

Ronnie opens her mouth to speak but abruptly stops when someone kicks her under the table. “What the hell Betty?”

Betty sits up a little straighter in the booth and reaches for her water, taking a lazy sip. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Ronnie grabs a sugar packet and throws it Betty, before turning to Archie and plunging into the story. “Jughead and Betty had sex this afternoon.”

The waitress couldn’t have picked a better or more awkward time to bring them their food. As soon as his plate is set down in front of him, Jughead chows down, filling his mouth with fries, watching the scene unfold before him. “I told you that in confidence.” Betty laments, taking a bite of her chicken tenders. “And this is not something we should be talking about at dinner.”

“Technically it’s not my fault. Your boyfriend over there was the one that brought it up in the first place. If it hadn’t been for Jughead, Archie wouldn’t have asked.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Betty mumbles. She takes the ketchup bottle and squeezes out a little pile for her fries. Jughead nods along with her words and dips a fry into her ketchup, swallowing the hurt he tries to hide on his face. From her tone it didn’t sound like Betty wanted him to be her anything.

The four of them sit in silence the rest of the meal. They avoid each other’s eyes and focus solely on the food in front of them. Twenty minutes later and Jughead is stuffed as he slurps down the last bit of his shake, setting it down on the table while popping the cherry in his mouth.

He finally breaks the quiet. “Well Andrews, looks like you owe me ten bucks.” He rubs his belly heartily and smiles, forgiving a burp that escapes his mouth.

“That’s disgusting.” Archie laughs and hands Jughead a ten dollar bill. “By the way, you’re leaving the tip.”

Jughead groans and leaves the cash on the table. He stands up ready to leave, offering Betty his hand. She ignores it and walks ahead of the rest of them, exiting the diner before they even get a chance to put their coats on.

“Thanks Ronnie, you just had to go and fuck everything up.” He throws on his coat and runs towards the door. He sees Betty already halfway down the block. He would run but he’s practically bursting and ready to fall into a food coma at any minute. He calls after retreating figure. “Betty wait!” But she’s already turning the corner, disappearing into the night.

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