#and all the girls are 'love' which makes them SOFT and makes andrew feel...something

[seenoversundown]

I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm

Warnings: Smut (Oral F receiving, sex sex sex)

Word Count: 1.3k

Andrew x Reader (y/n)

The laughter of our friends echoes down the hall as he guides me further and further away from them. We’re hosting the annual holiday party this year for the first time. It was our third holiday season together but the first one in our new home. 

“They’re going to notice we’re gone, we’re going to get caught,” I say while tugging his hand. I can’t help the fit of giggles that follow. 

“Love, we’re only going to get caught if you’re loud,” Andrew replies, and the heat building in my stomach drops. We continue down the long hallway until we hit the staircase. I’m ready to start tiptoeing up them, trying to remind myself to avoid the squeaky stair halfway up, when Andrew pulls us into the small closet built under the stairs instead, causing me to gasp. 

“This is way too close to everyone else!” I hiss under my breath. 

He laughs while tugging me in further. “We have about ten minutes before Marlow comes looking for me; better make them count.” 

 My protests quickly fail as he attaches his lips to my throat, my ultimate weakness. He pulls me against him as he pushes the door shut with a soft click. I’m holding on to his arms as though they’re life preservers keeping me from drowning in all of him. I feel the low rumble of his laugh as he peppers soft kisses trailing up to my lips. 

As soon as Andrew’s lips touch mine, I feel myself drown. It’s intoxicating as I spiral from our kiss. I let my hands roam over his arms, chest, anything I can touch. It seems as though he feels the same way with the way his hands are pulling my dress up over my thighs. I can feel his fingers slip over the outside of my thong, looping into each side. With one quick movement, he pulls them down and falls to his knees simultaneously. He looks up through his lashes at me, and god, is it a beautiful sight. His pupils are so blown out that I can barely make out the green of his eyes I love so much. I’m breathless looking at how gorgeous this man is. I feel lucky. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, love. I need to taste you.” Andrew sounds desperate as he plants kisses on my thighs, almost like he’s waiting for me to permit him.

“Please,” my voice comes out breathless, almost inaudible, but it’s all he needs. He takes his fingers and separates my folds to give me one long swipe of his tongue. I forget our rules, where we are, for a moment, and moan in relief. Finally, my man is where he belongs. 

“You have to stay quiet, love, or I can’t let you finish.” 

My hands instantly go to the back of Andrew’s head. “Sorry, sorry, don’t stop.”

“My needy girl, what am I going to do with you?” He doesn’t give me time to respond as he expertly finds my clit. I’m focusing hard on not making a sound, but I can’t help the whimper that comes out of me when he inserts a single finger. The scrape of his beard on the inside of my thighs is deliciously painful. 

“More, please give me more.” I’m close, something that always happens fast with him. I feel him chuckle, which just makes my clit hum in pleasure, but he complies. I feel the second finger enter me, and I slowly become untethered. My hands are lost in his unruly curls as I hold him against me, chasing my release. His fingers curl inside of me, and I come entirely undone. It’s hard to remember to stay quiet when he makes me feel this good. When he’s sure I’ve come down, he rises from his place on his knees. 

“I need to feel you,” Andrew whispers against my ear as he turns me around. I hear the zipper of his pants before he shrugs them down his thighs. He places the crown of his cock against my entrance, and I can’t help but push up against it; the anticipation is unbearable. 

“My desperate girl can’t wait for me, can she?” My head shakes in response as I hear him tsk behind me. “You know the rules, babe. Use your words.” He slowly removes his cock so he isn’t touching me anymore. 

“Please, please. I need you. I can’t wait.” He’s right, I am desperate for him. 

I hear Andrew’s low chuckle behind me as he repositions himself at my entrance. He doesn’t give me any warning at all before he’s bottoming out inside of me. The mix of our moans fills the tiny closeted space while he brings up a hand to my neck. With his hand slightly tightening on my throat and the other gripped onto my hip, he starts to thrust. 

“You’re so wet for me. Just for me. God, I love being inside you.” Andrew murmurs in my ear. I feel myself melting for him. I press my ass back and spread my legs even more, trying to get as much of him as I can. 

“You need this too, don’t you, babe? My naughty girl, I love when she comes out to play.” I lightly moan in response to his words when his hand gives a warning squeeze around my throat. 

“My naughty girl still needs to be quiet. Wouldn’t want to be found, would we?” 

“No, sorry, please.” My breath hitches in my throat as Andrew thrusts into me at a steady pace. His hand slowly travels up my side as his languid thrusts continue until he reaches the peak of my breast. My nipple is hard, and I need more from him. I don’t have to say anything as he pinches my nipple and gives me the pressure I am desperately searching for. 

“You feel so good, pleasedon’tstop.” I barely recognize my own voice anymore. I love when sex with Andrew sends me into another dimension. 

“Let me feel you come, love, come undone for me.” My orgasm is right on the surface as I listen to his words, but once his hand deserts my breast and makes its way to my clit I am entirely done for. 

It’s hard not to whimper as I come on Andrew’s cock, and it’s hard not to moan when I feel him release inside of me. It feels as though there’s no more air in this closet, just Andrew and I. He stays behind me for a moment, maybe two, just holding me in our post-coital bliss. When he’s ready, he finally pulls out of me, and I can’t help but whimper at the empty feeling. 

Andrew moves around me and cleans me up with my discarded panties. After  he puts them on the shelf out of view, “I’ll come back for these when everyone leaves.” He says as he presses a kiss to my temple. 

“You better not forget them, I swear, Andrew.” 

“Swear what?” He presses a kiss to my lips. “I know how to get on your good side, love. I’m not worried.” He laughs that glorious laugh; it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. He unlocks the closet door and looks back at me, “ready to go back?” 

“Do I look okay?” I ask as I smooth my dress back out, trying to look as normal as possible. Andrew takes my wrists and stops my movements. 

“You, my love, are ethereal.” A single kiss to my forehead. “Let’s go.” 

As we walk back down the hallway , the voices get louder and louder, seemingly right on time; a small pair of footsteps is running towards us. 

“Uncle Annndreeeewww!!” Marlow bellows. “I’ve been looking for you! Have you been playing hide and seek?” She erupts into a fit of giggles as Andrew lifts her above his head. 

“Absolutely was, Mar. Good job! You found us.” 

I can’t help but laugh behind them as we walk into our living room to be greeted by everyone else. 

“You two were gone for quite some time.” Our friend calls from the other side of the room. 

Andrew’s quick to cover Marlow’s ears before he responds. “You know me, I would never worship and tell.”

[ash5monster01]

Hi love your andrew fic! Thank you so much for writing it <3. if you dont mind, i would like to request another. im not sure if you watched friends but theres an episode when Rachel and joey go on a “date” and they show off their date moves which is when Joey starts having a crush on Rachel lol. i was wondering if u can write something like that for Andrew. Where they’re close friends & costars & both single with an age gap? The key thing about the episode was when their date was over they showed each other what they do to get their date to kiss them and oof the tension it brings

Seal The Deal

pairing: Andrew Garfield x Femreader

warnings: mentions of sex, teasing, fluff, slow burn

summary: as friends you go on a date, wanting to remember what it was like to be taken out. In the midst of showing each other what kind of moves you would do on a real date they end up working on each other. (I love Friends and I thought this was a really clever and cute idea for Andrew even though I never shipped Joey and Rachel, but this was a fun one to write)

Masterlist

You hadn’t been on a date in a very long time. No one had asked you to join them in a dimly lit restaurant in ages. You had missed being wined, dined, and pursued by another. You hadn’t been on a nice date in so long you had started to wonder if you were losing your game. So when you voiced this to your older costar he offered to wine and dine you, and allow you to feel like you’ve still been in the game despite how long it had actually been. So here you were, sat across from him, in a four star restaurant, and one of the greatest meals you’ve ever had in front of you.

“So did I do a good job?” you perked your head up to look in your costars dough eyes which were glimmering with the light from the candle in the center of the table.

“Good job on what?” you asked and he chuckled as you took a quick bite of your food.

“The date, I want to make sure this will hold you over until you finally find another guy to date” you gave him a deadpan look which filled his lungs with laughter. The belly laugh filled the restaurant and yet you couldn’t help but smile that your one look gave him that reaction.

“It’s fine Andrew, and I wouldn’t have died from withdrawal but I’m still glad to be here” you told him as his laughter quieted down.

“I’m just making sure, you were really worried about your game” he teased and you rolled your eyes as you continued to eat your meal.

“Nothing could deter my game, I’m the best there is” Andrew rose his eyebrows at this statement, intrigued by your sudden cockiness over this subject.

“Oh really, what makes you say that?” he folded his arms over, more interested in your answer than the food on his plate.

“I have date moves, they haven’t failed me yet” you acted coy not wanting to let on to too much.

“Date moves?” he asked as he leaned forward, curious now.

“Don’t look at me like you don’t have your own moves” you told him and he shrugged, falling back into his chair.

“I have tactics” you laughed as he responded, knowing he had moves of his own.

“Alright, you show me yours I’ll show you mine” Andrew rose his eyebrows but sighed and leaned back forward nonetheless despite the dirty undertone to your sentence.

“Well sometimes if a girl is talking to me I’ll reach forward and grab some hair and play with it” then suddenly Andrews long fingers reached across the table and grabbed one of your soft curls, wrapping it around his finger and moving it with such gentleness you could barely feel it, but your body felt it everywhere else.

“Doesn’t that distract her?” you asked after you struggled to find the words.

“If it does it means I have some sort of effect on her and it makes my other moves go so much smoother” Andrew spoke as he released your hair and moved back into his space of the table.

“Clever” you offered and he smiled before clapping his hands.

“All right, show me one of yours” he said before setting his hands down on the table. As he waited you smirked a little bit before setting your own hand on his. “You call this a mov-”

His sentence was cut short by your slim fingers slipping under his shirt sleeve, brushing along and making it very clear they were under the fabric. It alluded to wanting to get him out of his clothes while looking so innocent at the same time. Andrew found himself gulping as he tried to calm his heart rate the further your fingers moved up his sleeve.

“That’s my maybe you’ll get lucky move” you continued to smirk at him, noticing how he reacted the same all the guys did to that move.

“I’ll admit, I’ve never seen that one before” Andrew said as he pulled his arm away, your fingers still in his sleeve and doing things to him he hadn’t expected.

“Alright, give me another” you grinned, your focus now completely off of your food and on this fun little game you were playing.

“Okay, just start some conversation with me” he told you and you cleared your throat as you thought of a topic to discuss.

“I’m not sure if you ever knew this about me but I’m a memory hoarder. I like the keep mementos that remind me of fun moments in my life and I’m so bad about it I have the most random stuff stockpiled just because it reminds me of those moments. Do you keep anything?” but Andrew didn’t answer. In fact he had seemed too zoned in on you to even be listening. His deep stare made you start shifting in your seat and quickly you moved to make more conversation. “Andrew? Are you listening?”

“Sorry” the boy shifted upwards and shook his head as if he was shaking his thoughts away. “I wasn’t ignoring you I just got so distracted by how beautiful you are. I can’t believe I’m the lucky guy sitting with the prettiest girl in the restaurant” your blush was a deep crimson red that flowed all the way to the tips of your ears. Now that was smooth.

“So ignoring your date while she’s talking is a tactic? Good to know” you teased quickly, not wanting him to realize your whole body was now warm because of his comment.

“I was listening Y/N. I think it’s adorable you keep things that remind you of good moments. That might be my new favorite thing about you” he spoke before focusing on his food, taking some bites before it got cold.

“You have a favorite thing about me?” you couldn’t help but ask and he offered a quick smile your way.

“Yes Y/N, you’re one of my favorite people. I’d have to enjoy things about you for it to be that way” you hadn’t known Andrew had thought so highly of you and you were surprised by the feeling it gave you. You had worked on films in the past before but usually if you weren’t in the same project you both sucked at keeping in touch.

“Well that’s good to know” you told him with a soft smile and he returned it just the same. The rest of the night continued filled with good conversation and greats laughs. You actually didn’t remember the last time you had been on a date you had enjoyed the other persons presence so much. But maybe being friends made it all that much easier. So the date was a success and you found yourself sitting contently in the front seat of Andrews car.

“I’ll walk you to the door” he told you as you both exited the vehicle. It had gotten a bit cooler in the night air and he quickly shoved his hands in his pockets as you approached the door to your apartment.

“Thank you for tonight, really” you smiled at him as you turned to bid him goodbye.

“No problem, I actually had a really good time. I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed a date knowing it wasn’t leading to sex” you both laughed as he said this and you shook your head.

“Crazy that men forget how fun dates can be” you told him and he shrugged, knowing he was guilty just like every other guy.

“So, any end of the date moves you want to show me?” he whispered into the night air and you felt yourself shiver lightly.

“You first Garfield” you told him and he grinned as he stood up a bit straighter.

“Well usually when I walk a girl to her door I stand as close as I can-” he took a few steps in, his chest an inch from your face and you were forced to look up at him, his breath falling towards you. “And I tell her what a great time I had and I wish her goodnight, and when I know she’s waiting for me to kiss her, I take a small step back. When she starts to look disappointed before she even realizes I lean down and kiss her good and hard. Then hopefully she’ll invite me in”

“And what’s the success rate on that?” you asked, breathing heavily because he was still in your space.

“Nine times out of ten she invites me in. Now what about you Miss moves” you smiled and started to shake your head.

“It’s embarrassing” you started to step back from him and he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.

“No, come on. Remember you show me yours, I’ll show you mine” sighing you knew you couldn’t escape this one.

“Fine, but you can’t laugh” you glared and he nodded quickly, agreeing to your terms. Wanting to get it over with quick you prepared to move into your seal the deal move.

“I can’t believe how incredible tonight was” one by one your hands grabbed his suit jacket tugging him the tiniest bit closer without it being to noticeable. “To bad the night has to end”

Then slowly you slid your hands under the suit jacket, circling around his waist and pressing yourself flush against him. “I’m never very good at goodbyes”

Your hands traced random figures into his back and you finally looked him in the eyes, pressing your chest to his own, any space between you now disappeared. “I hope you don’t mind, it’s a bit cold”

“It’s fine” Andrew wasn’t sure if this was your move or not but it was working and he found his heart rate accelerating as he stared down into your eyes which glowed in the moonlight.

“If only tonight could last forever” you whispered, leaning up, so your mouth was only an inch from his own. The words fell from your lips and landed on his and he quickly closed his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. He had never expected to feel this towards you.

“And then I pull away and go inside, and that usually earns me the second date” you pulled away and Andrews eyes quickly snapped open, surprised you had such an effect with just your touch.

“Yeah, I can see how that works” a nervous hand reached to rub the back of his neck and you offered a smile but he saw it in your eyes. The disappointment.

“Goodnight Andrew” you turned to unlock your door. Suddenly a hand gripped your wrist and spun you around “What-”

Then just like that Andrew was kissing you on your doorstep. All the air sucked out of your lungs as you feverishly kissed back, surprised that you had wanted him to kiss you like this. When he realized you weren’t fighting him he pushed you against the door, his tongue roaming your mouth. You hummed slightly and you felt him tense as you did so. His fingers laced with your own and he quickly pushed your hands against the door on either side of your head as he continued to roam your mouth. The tension you both had built through the night was so thick that this kiss felt like a breath of relief.

You wanted to pull back but this kiss had reached the point of no return. He either needed to be in your apartment or ruin the best night you’ve had in a long time. But your stomach was on fire, your skin burning against his own, the slight scratch of his beard giving you a sensation you had never expected. The kiss was tender, but heated, and he was confident to the point it felt like you were his best kiss to date. You gripped at his collar, pulling his mouth impossibly closer to your own until you had to break apart for air.

“At least now you know your moves work” he told you, his forehead pressed against your own as he continued to pin you to your own front door.

“Yeah well so do yours, now get inside before we give my neighbors to much of a show”

[capcavan]

7, 9, and 11 for your tag game 💜

nah love i need you to answer all of them but yeha only fair i do mine to lul

What is your favourite character in the Foxes? I don't really have favourite there i think Neil will be my favourite in future right now it's Renee

And favourite in the series aside form this one? I will let you guess

Drop your beloved head-canons about both! Renee does not in fact believe in god she participated in Christianity for sense of community it gives her, Riko is deathly allergic to peanuts and wishes he was born a girl but not in the trans way. He just know his life would be better if he wasn't a man. I also feel very strongly about him having adhd/bipolar .

Fic(s) you are always happy to recommend or fic tropes you will always read. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12283962/chapters/27922614#workskin Little Boy blue , I generally can be baited into reading any fic where riko is treated with bit more nuance than flat line Disney villain. I adore extreme hurt with happy ending

Which of the books is your favourite The foxhole court i enjoyed this story much more without seeing it's full development also loved Kevin much more before he was pushed aside, my first idea of what this story would be was much different .

Opinions on AFTG audiobook release? Worth a listen juts to laugh at girls voices , but i adore Renees soft tone in it, I think it,s main reason I adore her sm actually.

If you write/draw/create aftg stuff, what is your favourite work of yours?

i adore this fan art a lot bc it,s funny light hearted has clever joke that references rikos obsession with court numbers and has fox jean and riko on it + riko kind of looks like girl here and i think it's very hot look on him

welp the numbers got fucked

Favourite event/plot point in the books Foxes reaction to seths death and seth death, it set really god tone for rest of the story and was the only event that genuinely surprised me bc i did not expected anyone from hero team to drop dead

Least favourite part of canon (can include Extra content) The fact that both foxes and ravens are groups of abused individuals but one word ,, mafia" is enough to put blame for all bat things on riko only even though he was pawn to his caretaker the way she wrote jeans abuse list it feels excessively edgy for sake of begin edgy i find nothing deep or sad about this i can also write down random list of numbers and attach to it words like rape and broken bones

If you could sent Nora an ask and get answer, what would you ask about? i wouldn't ask about anything bc her giving me answer i'm not looking for would feel bad

If you could make an idea of your choice canon to aftg, what would it be? I'd have a riko make a joke about how foxes should be in prison by now considering they are dressed the part (orange) (and most of them broke the law) id also replace neils car lighter burns with something else bc they are annoying to draw

Feel free to share some random hot takes if you like Andrew "murdering" their abusive mother is creepy as fuck and her being abuser or him only teenager with not fully developed brain is not really making this any less creepy and i enjoy his character because of this I don't mind aaron being homophobic , i'm cool with those character being murderers abusers and bigots , it's fictional characters they had not hurt anyone in real life so i don't really care about their fictional flaws and enjoy interacting with their content all the same I don't like only one of the foxes and i don't think this fox should be part of this team i don't really care about story and whatever, it's my personal bias so discussing it deeper makes no sense unless you want to unpack my past and all people who lead me to feel that way rlly

[moths-in-the-attic]

'Tis the Season by Andrea Readwolf and Kate Butler

The Nightmare Before Christmas

"What do you buy a Sailor Senshi?"

Four young men sat in a large booth at the Ice Cream Shop, all sipping coffee and furrowing their respective brows. Christmas was in four days and each of them needed to do but one thing to make the holiday as bright as ever.

Buy a gift for the object of their affections.

"Why us?" muttered Ken, running a hand through his auburn hair. "Why--out of all the guys in Tokyo--are we four in love with Sailor Senshi?"

No one answered, and a dead silence descended on the booth.

"Well," Greg finally said in a hopeful tone, "we have to think of something!"

"And what," asked Andrew in a rather cynical voice, "is your great plan, genius?"

They all looked expectantly at Greg, who flushed noticeably.

"I never said that I had a plan," he protested. "I just said that we all have to think of something."

The last young man let out a long sigh. "Let's--like--look at it this way..." Chad suggested, folding his hands and resting them on the table, which was a gesture very alien to him. "We have Greg, the genius, who dates the Senshi of Water."

The youngest member of the group nodded expectantly.

"We have yours truly, who is--like--madly in love with the Senshi of Fire. "We have Ken, over here, who -- though he doesn't date the Senshi of Nature, is beyond in love with her..."

The brunette looked at his coffee mug, a bit embarrassed, but didn't say anything.

"And we have Andrew, a young and bitter man scarred from his recent loss of long time babe, Rita, but yet willing to try his luck with the sensual Senshi of Love, Mina."

The blonde lowered his brown eyes in relative annoyance.

"And it's clear what was must do."

The others stared at him, and Chad smiled sheepishly, white teeth gleaming.

Clearing his throat, Andrew slammed his fist on the table. "Are you going to tell us or WHAT?" he demanded in an angry tone, warranting strange looks from several of the other patrons of the parlor.

"Of course, Andy," grinned Chad, chestnut eyes gleaming with mischief. "We're going to observe the girls and meet back here—same time, same place--tomorrow to share the results and go on a shopping spree."

Silence once again ensued while everyone digested the idea that had been set before them.

Ken snorted. "You're starting to sound like Lita," he observed with a roll of his eyes. "Talking about shopping and trying to make everyone happy."

"But," cut in Greg, "it does sound like a really good idea."

Considering this, all four sat in relative silence, the only sound coming from the booth being the soft sipping of coffee and the occasional clink of a spoon hitting a saucer.

Standing, Andrew placed a couple dollars beside his empty cup and took his coat. "Well, I guess I'll see you all tomorrow, right?"

"Tomorrow," repeated Greg, also rising. "And good luck."

"I think we all need it," sighed Ken. "A whole LOT of it."

****

Giggling, Mina ran up to the counter of the Crown Game center. "Give me five dollars in tokens, Andy!" she announced with a smile on her face. "I'm feeling lucky today."

The radiance in her eyes, noted the man as he smiled sheepishly at her, could melt even the coldest of hearts. "And why's that?" he inquired while making change. "Some new boyfriend I don't know about?"

Her smile turned from childish to enigmatic as he said this. "Nah," she admitted, letting out a long sigh. "I'm still secretly hoping for this one guy..." She shrugged. "And, besides, it's almost Christmas." The happy-go-lucky grin was back, and her blue eyes filled with stars.

"Well, I'm glad for you, then," he smiled, basking in the delightful warmth of heart that she gave off. "You can be so cu--" Catching himself, he fumbled for the last token, which didn't want to make it into his sweaty palm. "Uh...what I meant was...uh..." Stuttering, he handed over the coins. "Do you have your shopping done?" he spat out, trying to save at least some face in her eyes. Already, a pale blush was creeping up the back of his neck as he smiled in embarrassment.

"Yeah, pretty much..."

Leaning up against the counter, she let a few soft, golden tresses fall haphazardly about her face. "But you'd never guess how hard Serena is to shop for!"

They both laughed, but Andrew was thinking only about how hard SHE was to shop for. The Senshi of Love...the boyfriendless, sensual, gorgeous, sweet, innocent Soldier of Beauty, Mina. Andrew looked at her.

"What kind of stuff did you ask for?" Hoping the question didn't sound too nosy, he smiled like a friendly older brother would.

"Well, every day I ask God for a boyfriend!" Mina announced dramatically, smiling up at him, but a bit more wistfully than before. "And I ask, of course, for the most important thing of all."

"Which would be?"

"Love."

Taken aback, he cocked his head to look straight into her magnificent eyes. "Love?"

"Of course..." Sighing, she scooped the tokens into one of her palms. "It doesn't matter how much you belong, Andrew... You need love. I'm no exception."

As she walked off, Andrew rested his elbows on the counter and cupped his chin in his two hands. "Love..." he whispered to himself as the blonde goddess split the coins with some young children who were alone in the Arcade. "I can do that..."

****

Amy looked up from her math book to see Greg staring out the window. "You're quiet today," she observed, scooting a little closer to him on the couch. "What's wrong?"

"Hmm?" Looking away from the blue sky, he turned and almost bumped noses with a pretty little blue-haired water sprite. "I'm sorry, Ames... What did you just say?"

Shaking her head, Amy turned away and focused on the book. "Nothing," she sighed, turning the page. "I just said you were being rather quiet."

Greg sat in silence for a moment, staring at her as her deep blue eyes focused on the book in a certain determined manner. To think that, only an hour ago, he had nearly killed his three best friends because he hadn't come up with a gift for her yet. Well, he still hadn't, but that could easily be remedied with the right poking and prodding.

Sliding an arm slowly around her, he grinned and kissed her on the cheek. "Well, Water Sprite," he whispered into her ear. "What is your heart's desire?"

"To pass this next test," she replied, flipping the page. "That's what." Closing the book, Amy glanced lovingly at him.

"Aw, come on," he pried, a bit of annoyance rearing it's ugly head. "You've got to have some sort of wish!"

Laughing a little, she leaned into his embrace. "I don't know, Greg... It would be great to beat all the regional champs in a swim race."

Swimming! Of course! The water sprite loved swimming! "You're great," he smiled, taking in a deep breath and smelling the lilac of the shampoo she used. "You know that? Just great!" Kissing her on the cheek once again, he pulled her a bit closer. "Borderline perfect."

"I'm not even going to ask," she sighed, nesting as close as possible to him. "Not even going to ask."

****

"So, Lita..."

"Shh," the brunette teen hissed at her best friend, trying to push a few bangs out of her eyes and getting flour on her forehead in the process. "The cake will positively collapse if you're not careful," she whispered softly, kneading a bit of bread dough as she talking.

Ken laughed, wiping the flour off her face with a thoughtful gesture. "Sorry," he softly responded, so that 'the cake wouldn't collapse'. "I didn't know."

"You never know," she joked, placing the dough in another bowl and covering it with a towel. "Oh, well."

Fumbling with the apron tie, she freed herself of the pink clothing and winked at him. "What brings you over here?" she asked sweetly, making her way out of the kitchen and plopping down onto the couch. "After all, it's not like you..."

Feeling her bright green eyes on him, he laughed and joined her, sitting at the other end of the couch. "I just...in the spirit of Christmas... Besides, I..." Done with stammering, he trailed off.

She cocked her head to the side. "You...what?" she inquired, curiosity filling her voice. "Are you actually going to finish the sentence or what?"

After seeing the look on Lita's sweetly pale face, Ken had to clutch the arm of the couch in order to keep himself from leaning forward and kissing the breath out of her. "Uhh... I forgot what I was about to say," he lied, messaging the back of his neck while she smiled at him. "So, what are your plans for Christmas?"

Resting her cheek in her hand, she shrugged. "Alone again, I guess," she sighed. "So, what are you going to get me?"

"I don't know. What do you want?" This, he thought, couldn't be easier.

Sighing wistfully, she shook her head. "A family."

"WHAT?!" choked Ken, blinking at her. "What did you just say?"

"I want a family," she repeated. "I'm so lonely..."

Closing his eyes, he sighed. Easier said, he thought, than done.

****

Wrapping an arm around Raye and playfully kissing the back of her neck, Chad grinned. "What do you want for Christmas, my pet?" he whispered into her ears.

Opening her violet eyes and staring at the mystical fire before her, the Senshi of Fire shook her head. "What in the world?" she demanded loudly, wrenching free of his grasp and glaring at him in complete anger. "I am TRYING to read this fire, you dim-wit!"

Laughing, he pulled the scrunchie from her hair. "Oh, really?" he kidded, running his hands through her silken hair. "I thought you were getting a tan."

"Ha ha." She wrinkled her nose at him and stood, smoothing the red-and-cream temple robes as she went. "What do you want?" she asked, slipping on her shoes and walking out of the fire room, the two inches of snow proving to be dangerous for the wooden sandals.

"Your eternal love," he responded, slipping a bit on an icy patch.

Turning on him, she jabbed a finger at his chest. "I've had a really long week, buster," she spat. "I don't want to deal with you, or your silly riddles, or your endless joking, or..." She was cut off by his lips softly brushing over hers.

"What do you love more than life itself?" he softly whispered while she was still a bit stunned.

Looking at her boyfriend, the temple maiden shook her head, a little bit annoyed and a lot in love. "What do you REALLY want, Chad?" she inquired with sarcasm. "There's got to be a catch here."

Giving her one last hug, Chad shrugged and started off for his room, a bit of a mysterious smile on his face. "Never mind, dear," he sighed, winking at her. Never mind."

****

"So, who had luck with the mission?"

Four young men, much like they had done the day before, sat in the same old booth, drinking decaf coffee. The sun had not come out of the clouds, and the wary skies threatened to storm down on them as they talked about the perfect gifts for their girlfriends.

"Love," muttered Andrew. "How am I supposed to buy her love?" Stirring his coffee, he shook his head of blonde hair.

Chad screwed his face into a grievous expression. "Well...that's far more a clue than I got..." he muttered. "All she said is that there's got to be a catch."

The auburn-haired young man sighed and sipped his drink. "Yeah? I have to buy Lita a family!"

The others turned to him, all surprised.

"A FAMILY?" repeated Greg, pushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "What does she mean by that?"

Chad snickered, but remained silence otherwise.

"She's lonely," Ken responded, crossing his arms and resting them on the table. "And she wants a family."

"And my little water sprite wants to be a great swimmer..." the youngest member of the group added, his voice filled with defeat. "But Michiru's out of town and can't race her..."

They all looked at one another--four pairs of brown eyes surveying each other whilst they all thought on the subject. Ken spoke first.

"Maybe all Lita needs is a pet," he suggested in an extremely thoughtful tone. "After all, I can't very well give her a family."

The shaggy-haired musician snickered again. "I remember the time I gave Raye rope to keep her hair out of the fire and then saw her with Haruka..." He grinned evilly. "Maybe all I need is to give her a ribbon..."

"A ribbon?" asked a confused Andrew, scratching his head. "And maybe the kind of love Mina wants is to be treated like a queen..."

Greg steepled his fingers. "So," he commented after a slight pause, "do we all have plans?"

"I guess," sighed Ken.

"Enough of one," Andrew nodded.

Making a face, Chad leaned back in the booth. "No, but I'll think of something."

All four stood and put their respective payment on the table, walking to the door in relative silence.

Outside, snow was beginning to fall in little puffy flakes. Smiling, Greg looked at his three best friends and shrugged. "Merry Christmas?" he asked, almost as a suggestion.

The blonde smiled back. "Merry Christmas," he responded.

"Yeah," agreed Ken with a nod.

Chad was the last to respond. "And a happy New Year," he finally offered after a long moment of reflective silence. "A very happy New Year."

****

"What's this?" asked the innocent voice of Mina as Andrew handed her a large orange box.

From his spot on her front porch, Andrew winked and grinned knowingly. "Take what's in this box," he told her. "And meet me at Crown tonight."

She nervously chewed on her lower lip, contorting her face into an expression that he could only identify as adorable. "Andy..." she whispered, more to herself than to him.

"See you tonight, then," he replied, kissing her on the forehead.

As he left, she opened the box to reveal a gorgeous orange and gold ball gown. "What in the world?" she breathed, looking out to where his car had just been parked.

****

The tiny municipal pool was virtually empty when Greg walked in, a delighted grin across his face. "Hello, miss," he greeted the young woman at the counter. "I was wondering if you rent the pool out at all."

Choking on her diet soda, the clerk looked at him with wide eyes. "Excuse me?" she managed, still trying to keep the Pepsi from going up her nose. "What did you just ask?"

"It's three days before Christmas," he clarified, still managing to smile, "and I really would like to rent this place out for the evening."

Looking at the young, raven-haired man with wide eyes, the young pool clerk gritted her teeth. "Well, since there aren't any events tonight, I suppose that you can rent it out." Typing on the computer, she faked a smile. "Two-hundred and fifty dollars, please."

Greg paid the woman and folded his hands charmingly. "Please see to it that no one's here at nine tonight."

"For that much money," she responded casually, "you can have the stars in the sky for all I care."

Pulling out the form, the clerk handed him a pen. "Sign at the two 'x's and initial in the three blue boxes."

Doing just that, Greg smiled and left.

****

Picking up the littlest brown kitten of the litter, Ken smiled sweetly and patted its head.

"You picked the cutest of the bunch," the pet store owner said warmly, looking at the cat with a smile. "We all affectionately call that one Flora."

Chuckling as the cat played with a string on his coat, the auburn haired teen looked at the store owner. "Flora, eh? Well, she's absolutely perfect for Lita!" he announced, stroking the little animal.

"Girlfriend's Christmas gift, right?" inquired the man, ringing up the purchase on the register.

Blushing, Ken put the kitten in the complimentary cat carrier. "Sort of," he gulped, a bit rattled. "She's just my best friend and..."

"That'll be twenty dollars," the owner interrupted, printing out the receipt and handing Ken a 'cat care' booklet. "Give her a good home, okay?"

Giving the owner his money, the younger man smiled politely and looked lovingly at little Flora. "Don't worry," he assured him. "You don't know Lita, but I do... This cat will be the most spoiled, doted-upon kitten that will ever walk the Earth."

The owner smiled back at Ken. "Well, that's good news," he responded. "Very good news."

****

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." Chad ripped up another sheet of paper and pounded his fist on the desk. "How I HATE poetry?!" he sarcastically announced. "Let me rip up the sheets! One, two..." Taking a mental tally, he slumped back against the hard wooden chair. "Twenty-seven..."

Footfalls on the hardwood floor alerted him. "Chad?" came Raye's voice, unusually soft and considerate. "What are you doing?"

Stashing the red ribbon he had bought for her in his back pocket, the brunette man whirled around in his seat to see his Soldier of Fire, clad in a nightshirt, standing in the doorway. "Nothing Raye," he sighed, rubbing his temples idly. "I'm just having problems with something I'm trying to write."

She sat down on the edge of his bed, a bit uneasy. "Well, I'm a songwriter," she volunteered, throwing her raven tresses behind her shoulders. "I could help you word it right..."

Sitting down next to her, he smiled sadly. "When I imagined this in my head," he admitted, "this wasn't how it went..."

Confused, Raye raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" she requested.

"What I was trying to write," Chad continued, "was a confession...about how I feel about you..."

Pulling her soft hair into his hands, the young man took out the shimmering red ribbon and tied back her hair with it, taking caution so he would not to hurt her.

"I know that I've said it before," he whispered, sliding one of his arms around her slender waist, "but Raye Hino, I love you."

Gasping, her purple eyes filled with surprised tears, but she didn't interrupt.

"I loved you that first moment I saw you," he continued, pulling her closer. "And I loved you even more on the day I figured out you were Sailor Mars."

Hearing another surprised gasp from his beloved, Chad waited a moment before continuing.

"Seeing you with Haruka that one time made me go mad with jealousy, and seeing Haruka with Michiru made me lose my mind because you at least deserved better than a cheating jerk." Biting his lip to prevent his own tears from falling, Chad took one more deep breath. "Every single day that went by when you were with Darien made me sick to my stomach. The only thing that kept me going was the promise that--someday--you might be mine."

Raye stared at him for a long moment, unable to speak. Crystalline tears flowed down her soft cheeks as she cried out in joy. Then, passion overtook her and she wrapped her arms around his strong neck, plunging them into an incredibly fiery kiss.

He kissed her back, holding onto her while his own tears mixed with hers. When they stopped to breathe, she buried her head in his T- shirt.

"I love you, too," she sobbed. "I was so very scared before, but... Oh, Chad!"

Hugging her as tight as he humanly could, Chad smiled. "Merry Christmas..." he whispered, rocking her back and forth in his embrace. "A very merry Christmas."

****

The lights of the Crown Game Center were dimmed and soft music played as Mina entered through the automated doors and looked around.

Rose petals were strewn everywhere, and candles were set upon several of the arcade game. Feeling her breath catch within her throat as the blonde teen looked around. "What...what IS this?" she managed, hearing only the music and the click of her own high-heels on the petal-covered floor.

Someone touched her on the shoulder, forcing her to jump into the air and spin around. Her heels, however, did not have sufficient traction to make such a move, and her ball-gown-clad body landed hard on the tile floor.

"Mina, are you alright?" a shadowy figure gasped, holding out a hand to her. "I didn't think you'd fall..."

"Andy?" she gasped, seeing his face for the first time. And it was Andrew. Wearing a complete tuxedo and holding several tulips and a box of candy, he smiled at her as she stood.

"Merry Christmas, Mina."

Blue eyes wide in amazement, she looked around the Arcade, which had been transformed into a romantic ballroom. "Did...did you...for me..." she stammered, glancing at him in shock. "You couldn't have...you wouldn't have..."

Handing her a dozen red tulips and a box of chocolate-covered cherry cordials, he sighed wistfully and allowed himself to be lost in a sea of cerulean eyes. "Mina," he whispered, placing his now-free hands lightly on her supple hips, "I did this for you because I am falling madly in love with you."

Nearly dropping the gifts, her eyes went wide. "You're falling in love with me?" she gulped, staring into his walnut-colored eyes in amazement.

"I know," he sighed, staring at her, "that there's someone out there that you secretly wish for, but..." He shook his head slowly. "Since the moment I met you, you've been all I can think about. Despite Rita...despite the fact I hardly knew you... You've just always been on my mind, and I can't stand it any more."

Pushing her bangs out of her face and gazing longingly into her azure eyes, Andrew wet his parched lips. "Please say that you'll at least give me a try, Mina..."

"You did all this for me?" she inquired. "Because I said that the only thing I wanted for Christmas was love?" Seeing him nod sheepishly, she squealed in delight--a sound that would have been quite unbecoming of any other seventeen-year-old girl on the planet. "Andy," she giggled, "that guy that I talked about WAS you! I'm in love with you!" she announced loudly, pulling herself free of his arms to place the gifts on one of the machines.

"I'm so..." Tears welled up in her eyes. "No one has ever done something like this for me..." she whispered, letting him take her into his arms and lead a dance to a very romantic slow song. "And all I can really say is... Thank you..."

"Merry Christmas," he breathed as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "And may all your dreams come true."

"Too late," she responded, closing her blue eyes. "Far too late."

****

"What in Heaven's name..." Amy, struggling under the blindfold, made a face. "Greg," she scolded in annoyance, "you know I hate surprises!"

Smiling, he led her through the empty hallway of the pool, glad to have a chance just to be alone with her despite the cold snow outside. Her body, he noted as he squeezed her hand tighter, gave off a certain warmth that he didn't feel while with anyone else.

Entering the pool room, he hugged her around the waist. "Guess where you are right this minute!" he commanded, the echoes of his voice lifting right up to the skylights.

Taking in a deep breath, she furrowed her blue eyebrows in thought. "Well," she commented, sniffing the air, "it smells like chlorine and the air tastes like water..."

"Impressive."

"And...hmm..." Folding her hands together, she slipped off one of her shoes and pressed a dainty foot against the damp floor. "Wet tile..." she observed, chewing thoughtfully on her lip.

Greg smiled. He had known impulsively that Amy, his little water sprite, would make quite the science experiment out of the escapade. "Anything else?"

"Your voice," she responded. "It echoes."

"Can you sense it?" he asked, slowly pulling her a few steps nearer the deep end and glancing at the large thermometer to see how cold the water was. Not cold at all, he noted with a grin. "Can you sense the water?"

Nodding, Amy reached up to pull of the blindfold. "I've had enough of this," she informed him. "I just want to see what you've cooked up this time!"

Grabbing her hands away, he leaned toward her ear. "One more question, Ames," he whispered.

"What?"

"How well can you swim?"

"GREG!" Letting go of her hands and letting them find the edge of the blindfold, he gave her a split second to pull it off before seizing her around the waist and tossing her into the Juuban Community Pool, clothing included.

As soon as she came to the surface and spit out the water that had ended up in her mouth, Amy made a face. "Greg!" she chided. "That was very rude!"

Suddenly realizing her surroundings, she stopped treading water and dove deep, a half-smile upon her pale face. When she came up, her navy eyes stared straight at him. "How...how did you..."

"I rented the pool," he told her, taking off his shoes and sitting at the edge of the water. "All night. It's ours for the taking." Running a hand through his shaggy black hair, he shrugged. "You're my little water sprite," Greg informed her. "I had to do something special."

Her mouth dropped open as she looked doubtfully at him. "I don't believe you," she gasped, looking around the empty room as she clutched onto the edge and gazed up at him. "You rented the pool just for me? That must have cost a fortune, Greg..."

"Nothing," he replied, leaning forward, "is too good for my water sprite." Letting their lips meet for a short moment, he sighed. If only they could just share a secret, warm moment like this forever.

"Thank you..." she whispered to him. Then, with a sly grin, Amy grabbed his pant leg and pulled her boyfriend into the pool, laughing all the while.

****

A kitten mewed, and Lita yawned. Sitting up in her bed, the brunette teen looked at the clock with a wistful sigh.

Nine o'clock.

"My friends had dates tonight," she groaned.

Leaning back into the pillows, she screwed her face into a look of disgust. "And then, there's me... Alone three days before..."

The mew sounded again, and she jumped. The first time she'd heard it, Lita had been sure that her over-active imagination had been playing impolite tricks on her. This time... Sniffing the air, she quickly climbed out of bed. It smelled like cherry pie, which was impossible--she hadn't baked a cherry pie for three long weeks!

As she walked down the hall, she heard someone whistling a merry tune and heard the sound of chipper Christmas carols playing in the tape deck.

"What on Earth is that?" she asked herself, peeking cautiously into the next room.

There was Ken, clad in HER pink apron, dishing out cherry pie ala mode and whistling along to the sounds of the Chipmunks Christmas Tape -- the only Christmas carols, she noted, that were in the apartment. And, sitting on a chair and wearing an enormous green ribbon around its neck was a tiny brown kitten.

"Ken?" Lita inquired, walking fully into the room with a shocked smile across her face. "What is all this?"

Jumping into the air, he looked to his best friend and managed to smile, despite the blush that was creeping across his face. "I know that it's not Christmas yet, but... Merry Christmas?"

She grinned and sat down next to the kitten, patting it's fuzzy little head. "And who is this?" she asked sweetly, feeling a tear threaten to roll down her cheek.

"Flora," responded Ken, sitting down in the seat next to her. "I'm...I'm sorry that she woke you up, Lita. I brought her here...for you..."

Her green eyes grew wide. "For...ME?" she repeated, thoroughly surprised. "What is all this?"

Handing her a piece of pie and almost dropping it when one of her incredibly soft hands brush against his, he sighed. "Lita, I know this isn't incredibly appropriate, but... Well, you're my best friend, and... For a long time, I've really wondered if all we are is friends, and I'm sure you've wondered that before, and..."

"Whoa," she interrupted him, chewing thoughtfully on a mouthful of pie. "You mean that this great pie, and this cute little cat is all because we're friends?"

"Kinda," he replied, putting down his fork to take her hand. "I know that you were hurt by Freddie, or...what-ever-his-name-was, because it doesn't matter to me and never will. But, Lita, I'm in love with you." He smiled shyly. "You're a great friend, and you're like a sister, but... But I'm sort of greedy. I want more than that."

The kitten mewed loudly and rubbed up against the young woman, diverting her attention momentarily as she picked Flora up and placed her on the floor. Lita then gulped.

"Why...why did you wait until now?" she stuttered, a bit confused. "I would have probably reacted the same way no matter when you came to me."

"Huh?" he inquired, lost in a sea of green eyes.

Gingerly letting go of his warm hand, Lita rested one hand on each of his shoulders and gently kissed him. The kiss was full of warmth and caring, and it was the most he could do to kiss her back, hands rising to her cheeks as the two bonded.

Flora mewed once again, and they pulled away from one another, laughing hysterically.

"Someone," commented Ken, running a hand through Lita's long brown ponytail, "has a rather large objection to the goings-on."

Leaning toward him, she winked a green eye. "Let her object."

****

"So," pried Mina, leaning across the table, "before Serena gets here --how did your Christmases go, girls?"

Raye, Amy, and Lita all smiled knowingly at one another, getting the same sort of grin from their blonde friend.

Breaking the ensuing silence, Raye leaned gingerly against the back of the booth and sipped her milkshake. "Well, I don't believe we let the Meatball Head talk us into this one," she sighed. "A group date? How fifth-grade is that?"

The others laughed, knowing that the stubborn temple maiden was just blowing off steam that really should have been focused toward nosy Mina.

The doors to the ice cream parlor opened, and four young men walked in as a group, followed closely by another young man and the rather loud Princess of the Moon.

"Come ON, guys," whined Serena, not straying too far from Darien's arm. "Did you get the girls or what?"

Rolling a pair of brown eyes, Ken whirled around and glared at her. "How many times to you want me to yell at you today?" he spat in annoyance. "That's none of your business!"

"But they're MY best friends AND fellow Silver Millennium Princesses!" she objected, pouting. "It is TOO my business!"

The other people in the shop turned to look at the golden-haired teen as she continued to rant and rave about what did--or did not-- happen three days before Christmas.

"Well, Happy New Year, ladies," greeted Darien warmly as he dragged Serena up to the table which the four other young men were hovering around. "I trust you've been well of late?"

They all nodded, and then groaned as a streak of blonde hair made its way around the table.

"So, Amy," giggled Serena. "What exactly DID go on at the Juuban Community Pool a few nights ago? Rumor has it that teenage giggles were heard for miles."

The blue-haired teen looked up at Greg, and they both blushed considerably.

"And, Raye..." The young woman wiggled her eyebrows scandalously. "What would happen if Grandpa knew what you were up to with Chad that fateful night?"

The two temple-dwellers paled considerably.

Moving onto the next target, Serena's grin grew even wider. "And how exactly DID Flora end up locked in the hall closet?"

Pounding her fist on the table, Lita turned to Ken and then turned quickly away.

"And, Mina..." Sighing wistfully, the Princess rested her elbows on the table. "Why was there wax on the 'Sailor V' game at Crown, hmm?"

Looking guiltily at Andrew, the blonde just shook her head.

Screwing her face into an adamant expression, Serena climbed from her knees to her feet and crossed her arms. "Well," she announced, "if I can't pry it out of you four... MY BEST FRIENDS, mind you..." Seeing navy, purple, green, and sky-blue eyes fall upon her, the girl grinned evilly. "I guess I'll just have to hear it from your guys!"

It was then that eight voices once again sounded the motif that had plagued one certain Princess since her days during the Moon Kingdom's glorious Silver Millennium.. "SERENA!" *End.*

[alharringtonfan]

Dude I seriously think Alex is gonna transition sooner than later. It happened to Mister Manticore and now it's his turn.

(Theory/Gossip underneath)

What is it with people named Alex and being queer? He has pratically an all-girls friend group so does he feel more comfortable with them? His male friends are either online or soyboys just like himself and that has to mean something. At least the name is gender neutral so he can keep it, eh?

Andrew is gone from the stratosphere and (as far as I'm aware) hasn't been mentioned by him for quite a while. Why? You can tell by their conversations Alex is more of a soft uwu zoomer tik tok brainrot boy and Andrew is just your average guy. Even normie-like I must say. Political differences? Has Alex been fully emasculated? I doubt he has even a drop of testosterone in him by now.

Alex is deeply deeply insecure so he may be misguiding his lack of self-love for an identity he doesn't relate to. I'm not a psychologist so take everything I say with a grain of salt but I wouldn't be surprised if this were the case since the people he looks up to are twitter freaks or milquetoast youtubers. That's on him and I'm trying to make sense of the few clues I've seen here and there.

Before he does (probably, hypothetically) come out I think he should be careful to erase most of his digital footprints or he'll get doxxed just like Monument M.'s creator. (Which was funny as hell I'll admit). Let's see what the future brings and good luck to everyone involved I guess.

Changing topics but does he even have a father?? Never seen him mentioned, never saw him, only Kister mom is public as far as I'm aware. But I'm not a true tmc fan just a Cesar and Mark fan so maybe I just haven't hunted for info properly. MM's creator also doesn't have a dad so that makes you think.

DUDE I want to know more! I'm craving for drama and this fandom is a heating pot just waiting to explode. Expecting big big things next year or I'll just migrate to the Aph fandom once more.

Resuming: Alex is either gay or trans (or both) and probs has no dad and I swear I'm right please don't think I'm insane.

Last post that I'll make on random brainstorming. I'll make a blog just for that and from now on there'll be only art on this one. Sorry for the ghosts who just wanna see boys kissing. Probs will delete it but who knows. What are your opinions on this? Be honest! I don't bite and don't mind criticism.

[fuckzachariah]

Afternoon broke behind the girl - Alex’s - shoulders, a wash of marigold bursting in through the window, blessing the handsome couple in glorious light. Kylie smiled earnestly, a wide stretch of perfect ivories dazzling in the sun. Her head tilted; Alex couldn’t have been much older than Kylie herself. Andrew didn’t strike her as the type of man she had encountered many a time, attempting to seduce her into their elusive, mature spheres with faux-promises of luxury, wealth and depth; they were usually a trick card, flip them around to see JOKER laughing up at her. Women their own age didn’t want them, or they opted instead for a youthful, spritely model of woman they believed they could bend into shape at their will. Manipulative, desperate for control, flawed in some other multitudinous ways she hadn’t come to know. If this were Andrew’s character, surely with their new dynamic, Kylie would’ve cottoned on; he would be slipping his fingers beneath her matter to locate her fine strings, then tickling them until she sang the song and danced the dance he wanted of her. But he didn't. In fact, he was an alarmingly willing conduit for all her ideas and visions, a sturdy vehicle in which to bring them forth into action. Curious.

Regardless, her spirits soared to know that she would be in the frequent company of a like-minded somebody; being a lone woman in a man’s world could be exhausting. Alex, on the arm of a man as powerful as a Dupree, surely felt this same weight. “Hi!” she glittered enthusiastically, taking Alex's proffered hand in both of hers and shaking. “I’m Kylie,” she greeted, flustered, her gaze darting to the clock on the wall in a split-second. She could still afford to waste a couple minutes. Alex was composed and glacial even as she offered Kylie a generous slew of praise, glinting like morning sun off a still lake, much akin to Drew’s own temperament. It brought forth the obvious dissonance between themselves and Kylie; sometimes, this frequent comparison she found herself making to others made her embarrassed, what with her loud laugh, running mouth, her tendency to rush anything and everything she did. Her eyes went wide as she blew her cheeks out in exasperation. “Oh, has he really? That’s reassuring.” She glanced to him, mumbling quietly on his phone, and smiled to know his positive grace toward her was extended behind closed doors. “Tell me about it. It’s like I rubbed the magic lamp and he’s my Genie; actually, let me tell you something about my-”

But her impending rant about her ex-CEO was cut short by Andrew spinning effortlessly back into their conversation, bringing the sleek SUV waiting just beyond the window to attention. Kylie picked up her purse and turned to locate the doorman, who was already delivering her Magda Butrym coat back to her. She bowed her head gratefully and accepted the help to slip into it, turning back to the two of them as she tied her waist belt. Andrew and, in turn, Alex, invited her and Lenny to dinner at their home. The formality of it was daunting, her gut bubbling like shaken champagne, but still her cheeks tinged pink with the authenticity of her smile. “Gosh, I feel so courted,” she jested lightly, bending at the knee in a flushed play at a curtsy. “I’d love to! I’m sure someone, somewhere, in our sphere of insanity has my calendar.” She made eye contact with Alex, as though she might sympathize. “I definitely don’t.” Laughing, she found herself once again too comfortable, and leaned for a one-armed hug with her now-CEO. “Can’t wait, can’t wait,” she chanted, then went to do the same for Alex until some divine entity made her think better of it. She hesitated, landed with a soft hand on her arm, and smiled. “Can’t wait,” she repeated, quieter. “Okay, bye guys - thanks again, Andrew! Drag me back over here anytime!”

And then she was gone, blustering once again into the New York streets, her breath stolen with a sharp gust of wind catching on her coat tails. She bundled into the car, door held ajar by the courteous driver who she soon learned was named Rafael. He was from Queens, he had a set of twins - both girls - and he had worked with the Dupree family since he was eighteen. Kylie talked to him for the entire ride, eager to exhaust some of the frothing adrenaline riddling her system before she arrived to set and scared everybody there with her relentless stream of energy. She tingled down to her fingertips with anticipation off the back of her conversation with Andrew; she couldn’t wait to get back in the studio, and she told Rafael so, who seemed infected by her enthusiasm. She asked him what sort of music he liked, and for each genre he named, he asked her you got anything like that? to which she always happily offered him a song of hers to match, and then he would play it, and make her sing along with cheers and exclaims of praise from the front seat.

She felt positively overtaken by the fever of the city; one she had only visited fleetingly, and never immersed in, on press and her tour. They pulled up out back of the Rockefeller Center and she pressed her face to the window pane to gaze up at it. “Raffy, this is nuts,” she reveled, and Rafael laughed, rolling the window down so she almost toppled out. “You never seen it before?” he asked, and she shook her head. “I just never got the chance. I’ve only been to New York twice, and I didn’t even stay 24 hours either time.” She slipped back inside the vehicle and leaned into the front seat for a different view of the iconic building. “It’s just so sick. I’m really having one of those - this is stupid - you know those ‘I made it’ moments?” She shook her head. He patted her on the shoulder. “It's not stupid. But you might be late to your 'I made it' moment if you don't skedaddle, stat. Go get ‘em, kid.”

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Zach, Ryan, Eden & Loni decorated a restaurant booth at a run-of-the-mill pizzeria ahead of the Lakers game, Zach at the mercy of relentless teasing surrounding his absent other half. “She’s the breadwinner now, Z, you gotta face facts,” Ryan pointed his slice in his best friend’s face. “You are nothing but a trophy husband.” Zach leaned back in his chair, grinning, arms outstretched to cradle his head. “I kinda fuck with it. I see the appeal. I get to do all the cool shit without having to actually work - it’s a dream, baby.” Eden laughed appreciatively, nodding. “Hard agree. Quitting Luxe was the best day of my life.” Ryan tutted, side-eyeing her playfully. “Yeah - you’re welcome.” Zach landed his elbows hard on the table as he came back down, his sunglasses torn from his face in an instant. “House husbands don’t wear shades indoors, man, have some class,” Loni teased him, hoisting the Tom Fords high enough that Zach had to come out of his seat to snatch them back. “House husbands aren’t usually also plagued with immense fame and fortune,” he protested, slipping them back onto his face. In that moment, his phone began to rattle determinedly on the table, alight with Kylie’s name and face. “Thar she blows,” Loni said. Zach knocked him up the back of the head, swiped a slice of pizza and took the call outside.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, taking a bite and pacing the sunny curbside. “Hi! Sorry I didn’t call yet,” she fumbled with something in the background. “I’ve been so fucking busy. I feel like the most popular girl in the world right now.” Zach chuckled, nodding appraisingly. “Kinda are,” he commented. “Oh, stop it, you,” she chastised. “Me and Warren watched you last night. You did fuckin’ great. Warren thought it was so funny - seeing you on TV. I said ‘do you miss her’ and he was like ‘no, she’s right there, dumbass’.” She giggled on the other end. “Aw. My boys.” Zach talked through his full mouth, waving passively at a gaggle of teenage girls who clearly recognized him across the parking lot. They screamed. He rounded the corner so as not to invite their presence. “How was your other boy?” Zach teased, referencing Andrew and their frequent contact. She blew out a hard breath. “Crazy. I feel like a princess - if I say I want it, he says I got it.” Zach laughed, kicking up dust absently, his old petname for Alex stirring something uneven in his gut. “Should I be jealous?” She sounded as though she was getting into a car. It was ironic, but there was some truth to the teasing inside; his busybody girl compared to the glacial pace of his weekend. “Maybe, maybe. I didn’t put forward the slap him in the face, spit in his mouth idea yet - but I might try, if it keeps going where it’s going.” She paused to say something to her mom. “No, I’m kidding, he had this little girlfriend. She was bonkers hot. I don’t stand a chance.” 

Zach scoffed, chewing now on the stuffed crust. “God, you looked so fucking sexy last night it almost pissed me off. No chance he wouldn’t drop her on a dime if you asked.” She chuckled. “Okay. I’ll leave you for him. Don’t have to ask me twice. Oh! And, and, he invited me and Lenny over for dinner soon. To his home. To ‘celebrate’. Aren’t I spoiled?” Zach raised his eyebrows, impressed by the schmoozing. CEOs didn’t typically put in so much effort with their clients; they had their lackeys do it for them. “Actually, yes. That’s awesome. He must be excited about you, Ky.” More outside conversation stole her attention away, and Zach rounded the corner back towards the entrance, aware these distractions would likely call forth the end of their chat. “Excited about me, you said? Oh, god, sorry, I have to go - I think the fucking tire just popped or something - love you! Can’t wait to see you!” Zach breathed through an exasperated laugh and pushed the restaurant door ajar with his shoulder. “Can’t wait to fuck you ‘til you can’t form thoughts anymore,” he muttered, knowing it would throw her off-kilter. “Zach!” she cried. He grinned. “Bye-bye.” Then hung up.

Later, at the Lakers game, the four of them sat up front. None of them drank, even though he suspected they wanted to, and it made him feel guilty and boring. He felt he had such a handle on things lately; would the occasional cocktail really kill him? But he had Amanda in his ear constantly, and he knew that indulging so close to his planned re-introduction into the spotlight would be frowned upon. So he kept his mouth shut. At halftime, he wandered over to the VIP bar to see if they offered non-alcoholic options, smirking at a text from Kylie. Just saw you guys on TV. You look sexy, pull your top down a little further for me <3. In replying, he nearly collided with somebody, and paused to look up brusquely at the victim. Though a rude remark was held poised on his tongue prepared to fire, it was doused out in an instant upon recognizing the face looking on at him. Luke also appeared slightly mortified. Zach had done well in repressing this particular instance in his separation from Alex; much of it was too painful, too rage-inducing, to revisit. Losing not one, but two close friends in Luke and Sarah, and the knowledge that, somewhere, he may well have a child he’d never met. As well as the obvious, and worst, sting of all; that the man before him, who he had long considered one of his best friends, had slipped between the love of his life's thighs at the first opportunity he could. The image turned over on a keel in his mind, and the muscles in his jaw feathered as he began to feel sick from it. 

“Zach,” Luke rasped. He looked like himself, but plagued by two years of despondency. Looked like he may have come out of the ordeal much worse than the rest of them, in the long run. Now he thought of it, he'd barely seen word of Luke at all the past two years. No new music, no appearances, scarcely a thing. Zach ground his teeth, trying to find the decency within himself to say something, anything, civil. But all that sat in his throat were lashings; his hands twitched at his sides, itching to tear him apart. He had not been violent with a single person since he had last seen Luke. and he wasn't about to break that streak now for the same motherfucker. Zach’s response to seeing his ex-friend was so visceral he knew that his only option was to walk away, or else he’d do something that could lead to a lot of terrible other things. So he did; but not without a hard shoulder rocking into Luke’s on his way out. As it turned out, some of his scars were very much still open; weeping silently, endlessly.

Alex perched on the edge of their recently made bed, adorned in her favorite set of satin pajamas that whispered luxury. Her legs dangled, toes lightly skimming the pristine white oak floors as she engrossed herself in the world unfolding on her phone screen. The housekeeper, Lucy, navigated the room with effortlessly, vacuuming beneath and around her. Acknowledging Lucy’s efforts. Alex offered a soft smile, tucking her legs beneath her in a gesture of consideration, “Sorry, Lucy.” Lucy reciprocated the smile, dismissing the apology with a gracious wave. Alex’s penchant for order brought a sense of ease to Lucy’s responsibilities within the Dupree household and she was thankful. In her eyes, she could do no wrong. She reassured, “You’re fine, Honey.” Returning to her virtual investigation, Alex focused intently on the phone nestled between her fingers, diligently scouring both Zach and Ryan’s social media accounts for any indication that they had accompanied Kylie on her New York escapade. In her conviction, she believed that if Eden was privy to that information, a preemptive heads-up would have been extended. However, it seemed that news of Kylie’s arrival had not reached Eden. Contemplating her evolving friendship with Kylie, Alex found herself in state of uncertainty. Very few would be willing to navigate the complexities of their best friend forming a relationship with an ex’s new girlfriend. Initially, Alex had assumed the distance between them would render such matters as inconsequential, confident in her ability to handle the situation with maturity. Yet, all these assumptions were made before the unexpected twist of fate – Drew orchestrating a collaboration with both Kylie and Zach under his label. This sudden convergence threw them all in a shared space with no knowledge of their intricate history.

Alex could find no trace of Zach’s presence in the city, providing a subtle sense of relief. If an encounter with Kylie were to occur, she felt prepared to managed it. She considered potential interactions, toying with the idea of feigning delusion, treating Kylie as just another ordinary client rather than the woman who had seemingly taken everything from her – her place, her friends, her lover, her former life. Staring at Kylie’s image, characterized by cascading blonde curls and sapphire blue eyes, Alex acknowledged her beauty without intimidation. Confidence had always been a companion to Alex, fully aware of her own worth. Yet, beneath that confidence, a twinge of jealously lingered. Despite the fact that Zach hadn’t been hers for years, an innate sense of ownership persisted. It was akin to a discarded toy she had cast aside, reluctant to see anyone else claim it as their own, even if she did not want it anymore. She was nearly sadistic, willingly stirring up her own feelings of envy as she clicked through a plethora of images of Kylie and Zach together. Kylie, adept at the art of theatrics, expertly used Zach as a personal prop to create a spectacle on the red carpet, generating additional chaos for the eager cameras. The photographers lapped it up, captivated by the drama she conjured. Amidst it all, it was difficult to discern Zach’s true feelings. He had never been one to engage in preplanned publicity stunts, as his actions typically garnered press attention simply because trouble seemed to naturally find him. Stoically standing there, he absorbed it all, offering a smile as required, a demeanor that left Alex wondering about the genuine sentiments concealed beneath the camera-ready façade.

Zooming in on Zach’s picture, Alex couldn’t help but indulge in the forbidden act of comparing him and Andrew, acknowledging the vast differences between the two men, for better or worse. Andrew’s maturity, stemming from his age, manifested in a reservoir of patience and control. A true romantic, he approached their relationship with an intentional slowness, cherishing every moment. On the contrary, Zach radiated a white-hot temper, ignited by seemingly unpredictable triggers. Though he was unstable and chaotic in nature, there was an undeniable love he harbored for her, a sentiment she believed might surpass even Andrew’s affections. She thought of how Zach might have handled her anxiety attack. She believed he wouldn’t have chastised or passed judgement. After all, he was no better when it came it his use of substances. A vivid memory surfaced as she recalled a specific moment amidst one of their heated arguments. The clash abruptly ended when Zach, instantly shifted gears to offer his support and understanding. Another emerged, where he waited outside of her apartment for hours, driven by a genuine fear of leaving her alone. What is she needed him? Sometimes, she felt as if it were a burden to be Andrew Dupree’s fiancé, as it brought with it a heavy load of expectations and pressure, a reality that contrasted drastically with the freedom she felt with Zach. He only desired her for exactly who she was. There was no need for pretense or masks; he accepted her unconditionally. At times, she found herself longing for the simplicity of being completely accepted.

But, a sobering awareness overshadowed those nostalgic moments. Alex could not forget the toxicity that still pervaded their relationship, an undercurrent of danger that lurked in the shadows. While the allure of focusing on the positive moments tugged at her heart strings, she recognized the peril of selectively fixating on the good while turning a blind eye to the poison that seemed to define their relationship. She turned over her wrist, tracing the small white scar that adorned it, its visibility accentuated by her time under the Caribbean sun recently. Scars, both on her body and etched upon her heart, covered her entire being. It was all she had to show for their time together now. What prioritizing only the good had gotten her. Nowhere. Except almost killed. Closing the applications on her phone, she cast it onto the center bed, distancing herself from it all. She was due to meet Andrew within the hour and recognized her need to prepare for the day ahead. Entering the bathroom, her mind seamlessly transitioned to a mental to-do list for the upcoming wedding. Following Andrew’s suggestion to take things slow, they had a year ahead, yet the preparations loomed large. The careful planning, especially concerning her dress, demanded attention. In her world, perfection was the only acceptable standard. She rejected the notion of any off-the-rack dress from city boutiques, instead aspiring for something beyond conventional. It had to be something that encapsulated her essence, whilst also adhering to the expectations of traditional bride, a comprise necessary to please their families.

Anticipation buzzed within her as her next appointment loomed – a first glimpse at a custom gown crafted exclusively for her. Her excitement was evident, but the day held additional responsibilities. A meeting with Andrew and their planner was on the agenda, undoubtedly involving the signing of yet another sizeable check to cover their mounting expenses. Andrew willingly embraced the financial commitments, driven by the sole desire to ensure Alex’s happiness in every detail of their wedding. Taking a moment for a self-assessment in the mirror, she noted the evolution of her style over the years. The wild nights at nightclubs and bars had given way to more refined outings at fancy restaurants and intimate dinners with older friends – the lifestyle shift mirrored her wardrobe. The vintage minidresses and daring outfits of the past no longer found their place in this environment. Despite this change Alex was committed to remaining true to herself, finding creative ways to infuse a touch of sexiness without baring it all. Her current ensemble reflected a blend of warmth and style, tailored for the colder weather. A short black pleated skirt paired with a soft pink sweater, complemented by sheer tights, white frilly shocks, and the signature touch – a pair of matching pink satin Versace platforms. Alex’s hair spilled in loose waves down to her waist, a deep and rich shade that complimented her features. Tucking a tendril behind her ear revealed a dainty diamond stud, a subtle touch of elegance. Her approach to jewelry had become more minimal, a conscious decision to avoid overpowering her look, especially when she wore her engagement ring. Even her make-up too seemed to be less, simple yet impeccable in its application, nonetheless. Satisfied with her appearance, she gathered her belongings, including her phone to inform the driver that she would be downstairs in just a moment.

With her beige colored jacket in hand, Alex descended to the lobby and out through the doors to where the awaiting SUV idled. The journey to the Ritz Carlton began, taking longer than expected due to the city’s unpredictable traffic. Patiently waiting, she observed the passing pedestrians, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of Kylie, potentially taking in the sights following her meeting with Andrew. The car’s radio then began playing a familiar song, its poignant lyrics filling the interior. This will be the end of us. I have tried way too many times to heal. A tinge of annoyance crossed her face, prompting her to politely address the driver, “Hi, do you think we could change the station? I’m sorry.” The driver, unphased, switched to a more soothing tune, unaware of the dynamics at play within the vehicle. The universe seemed to play another cruel prank on her, weaving together the characters from their intertwined stories. She had purposefully blocked Luke from her memory, a page in her life that she wasn’t particularly proud of. The actions of that evening carried regret, but she attempted to extended herself grace, acknowledging that the episode wouldn’t have occurred had she not been equally ensnared by the influences of substances and a broken heart. She wondered if Zach had offered her the same courtesy if he knew, of course. The SUV pulled up outside of the luxury hotel, and the driver promptly arrived at Alex’s side to assist in her exit. Stepping out, she ambled into the lobby and navigated her way to the quaint coffee shop nestled within, following the familiar scent of piping hot espresso. As she entered, her eyes first met Kylie’s, a connection made seemingly by destiny, before she even spotted Andrew.

In a moment that should have rattled her, Alex found an unexpected strength within herself. Facing the closest embodiment of Zach, besides the man himself, didn’t break her as she might have anticipated. Instead, she approached it as a challenge. Alex thrived on being right and winning, and Kylie, unaware of the unspoken competition, had unwittingly become a contender. Lifting her chin, her lips curved into a smirk as she confidently moved through the awaiting patrons. As she approached, Kylie averted her gaze, then glanced back, muttering something to Andrew. When he turned around, offering his signature crooked smile, Alex dropped the oppressive façade, replacing it instead with a sweet smile. His arm encircled the small of her back, Alex’s hands making a home against his chest as they exchanged a kiss. He then murmured softly into her ear, “You look absolutely fucking beautiful,” and she laughed, batting him away to address Kylie, a pulse of adrenaline coursing through her veins. A quiet tension filled the air as she stood face to face with the person she had been dreading to meet. Her eyes roamed, taking in Kylie’s features – pretty eyes, delicate nose, pink cheeks, and a smile that radiated innocence. Kylie was the embodiment of an angel. If Alex wanted to, she could eat her alive, but she was just too sticky sweet for her to sink her teeth into. As Andrew initiated the customary introductions, Alex considered her approach. In a different context, she might not have offered her hand, recalling the intense encounter with Aubrey that nearly escalated to blows rather than a handshake. Choosing a different path this go around, she remained polite, deliciously likable as she grinned, extending her right hand.

Her voice took on an animated, slightly higher pitch than normal as she feigned interest, “His girlfriend,” she continued his broken statement, not bothering to repeat her name. Andrew them excused him briefly to answer a call, but a remained within earshot, maintaining a subtle presence in the ongoing conversation. Alex extended a warm greeting, expressing delight at meeting Kylie for the first time. She added, “It’s nice to meet you, Kylie. Drew hasn’t stopped talking about you since you met a few months ago. You’re in the best hands.” He returned promptly, inserting himself back into the exchange as he ended the call. He transitioned the discussion, acknowledging Kylie’s imminent departure, as well as the luxury SUV that arrived at the curb to take her to her next destination, “I know Kylie has to be going here shortly. I believe that’s her ride pulling up now. But, I was thinking we would do dinner soon – at our place. I can text you the details, but I think it would be nice to celebrate. Me, Alex, you, and Lenny.” She managed to keep her expressions in check, nodding in agreed with skilled diplomacy, “Sounds fun. We would love to have you,” concealing any underlying sentiments beneath a veneer of cordiality.

[thespineoftherighteous]

how about yeah neil's british accent only pops up in certain circumstances (and when it does, !) BUT he uses british language full time

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pairing: Construction!Chris Evans x GF!Reader

Summary: After Y/n and Chris' first “date” There seems to be a lot of sneaking around which doesn’t go unnoticed by some…

Warning: Smut, flavoured condoms, multiple positions, kissing, dirty talk, slight humiliation, oral (male receiving), Thigh riding

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“Come on baby, let me come over” Chris whined down the phone, despite it already being 1AM, this man’s energy was not one to be messed with. Y/n couldn’t help but smile down the phone at the idea of her new older boyfriend dying to spend time with her.

It had only been a few weeks since he first fixed her ma's windows and took her for a drive down to the coast where he stole a kiss. Yet the two were smitten already, nightly phone calls, stealing kisses whenever he was over to fix any new “broken” things. Tonight was no different, Chris would spend hours teasing his new lover talking about the things he’d love to do with her, their future and how much he just wanted to hold her.

“I dunno Chris, my parents are asleep” Y/n whispered down the phone, luckily her parents' bedroom was further down the hallway but she didn’t want to take any chances with that. She could practically feel the buffer man pout down the phone, something he did when he didn’t get his way.

“Pleasee, I promise i’ll be quiet, jus wanna hug n' kiss ya” The sound of his voice was something she was going to have to learn to say no to, but today was not that day nor would it be tomorrow or the next. Sighing down into the phone, Chris knew he had finally gotten his way, they were each other’s weak point.

“Ugh fine alright, but stand outside my window alright? I’ll help you up somehow” Y/n said turning onto her side to try and look around for anything long enough to throw down, pursing her lips in the process.

“Don' worry sugar, I can take care of myself. I’ll see ya in your room in 25. Love ya” He smiled, putting down the phone and rushing to get on his sweatpants and old college hoodie. Within minutes he was in his pickup truck and on the way to his girl’s house, another midnight adventure for them both.

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Chris what the hell?!” I whisper shouted seeing my hunk of a man using nothing but bare strength to climb up to my window, sure there were a few slips and tumbles at first, but God is he strong.

Helping him in by his arm, his strong cologne filled my nostrils instantly calming me down. “Aww baby I missed ya too” He cooed finally standing up straight, his hood falling off his head to show off his growing brown locks. Even though I was now close to 23, it still felt exhilarating to sneak a boyfriend in, almost like it was high-school all over again.

“So this is your room then eh?” He breathed out looking about my room, my cheeks starting to heat up when I caught him staring at the array of puppy posters decorating my pink walls.

“Well it’s not updated from high school but yea”

“Whose this then?” He asked leaning in to see my old photos with my friends back then, specifically a photo of me and my friend Andrew back at graduation.

“That’s Andrew, why? You jealous?” I teased watching him turn around slowly, his lips pursed tightly making me laugh at his reaction.

“What? Course not. You’re mine now aren’t ya?” He quirked toeing off his socks and shoes, flopping himself down onto my bed, a massive creak sounding out.

“You idiot my parents could wake up” I whispered hitting his shoulder, his face contorting in fake pain, I couldn’t even stop a smile from finding its way onto my face. Quietly he army crawled his way up my bed so now we were both against the headboard, our hands intertwined tightly between us. The soft atmosphere leading my head to his chest as we slowly slid down to lay more on our backs.

“I can’t believe at the ripe age of 30 i’m still sneaking into my girlfriend’s house” He chuckled stroking my hair with his hand, his fingers running through any knots and tats gently.

“Yeah well I can’t believe i’m dating a senior citiz-“

“Oi, stop it”

“Fine fine” I sighed listening to his rapid heartbeat hammering in his chest, it kind of felt like mine at that moment, uncontrollable. “Give me a kiss baby” He whispered pulling my head up, his pink lips pressing themselves to the corner of my lips before I turned his head to kiss him fully. My heart was practically pounding at the feeling of his hands in my hair, his lips on mine and just the pure feeling of love and passion.

“Ya realise you’ll have to leave before my parents wake up right?” I said pulling away to look at his face, pulled into an expression of bliss.

“Mhm I know sweetheart, wouldn’t wanna get ya in trouble” He whispered going back in to press another kiss to my already swollen lips, his tongue tying in with mine desperately

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(Chris' P.O.V)

Slowly slipping out from underneath Y/n, my face pulled into a grin when I saw her immediately cuddle onto one of the pillows on her bed, the one I specifically was laying on. Quietly putting on my shoes, I opened up her bedroom window and climbed down onto their driveway.

Mentally fist bumping when I realised I had done so successfully without waking up her parents, looking up at her window I blew a kiss and off I went back to my pickup truck.

My body still feeling her touch on mine, my lips still tingling from the abundance of kisses we shared one after the other until we ran out of breath.

My wrist still had her hair tie that I had taken off to play with her silky hair, the smell of her shampoo still lingering on my senses.

Pulling up into my driveway I suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, something I never felt after meeting with a woman, never mind one i’ve known for barely 3 months. Yet here we were, moving as fast as the seasons change here in Texas, perfect just for us.

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Chris found himself waiting outside of Y/n's current job, a cute well known restaurant in their home town, she had just gotten the call that she was being appointed as assistant chef. For her? That was amazing especially at such short notice. It had become routine for him to pick her up from work after her day shifts, refusing to let her walk home in the dark, hell he wouldn’t even let her walk to her door alone either.

Y/n smiled cheerfully walking out of the restaurant, her cute white button up and black work trousers only made her that more beautiful, Chris thought it made her that bit more irresistible. Whistling, he winked as she approached his pickup truck, standing by her door getting ready to open it for her.

“Hey baby, thank you for pickin’ me up again” She beamed up at him, swaying her body side to side bashfully. Chris tapped his cheek twice, not wasting any time Y/n instantly pecked his cheek not once, not twice but three times.

Sliding into her seat Chris jogged over to his side of the cab, his smile not faltering once, he even had to bite his lip just to not widen it anymore.

“How was work today sugar?” He asked holding her hand as he worked the gear shift, his head turning while he backed out of the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Hmm it was busy but it was okay, my coworkers were really nice to me today so that was good”

“That’s good to hear baby” Chris nodded driving on down the road,

“How about your day bubby?” Y/n asked tilting her head to the side,

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Y/n felt her breath hitch when Chris stopped in front of her house, there he was standing in front of the door, her dad.

“It’ll be alright pumpkin” Chris whispered as they sat wide eyed, Y/n's father approached them both and boy did he not look happy.

“Y/n. Inside. now.” He said opening the door roughly making her flinch,

“But pa i’m-“

“Now Y/n L/n, please I won’t ask again”

Chris knew better than to argue with him, if he ever wanted things to work out with Y/n he knew he had to work on this. Hell ever since he found out about their meet-ups a week ago after one slip up during one of their multiple sneak ins, Chris was not in this man’s good books. I don’t even think he was in the books period.

Chris sighed watching his girl rush into the door, not forgetting to give him a cute little wave before she was pulled in by her mother who was smiling mischievously. Chris smiled but that was immediately interrupted by the scare of a dad in front of him, Mr. L/n’s arms were crossed over his chest, sunglasses covering his eyes with a trucker’s hat on his head. A true southern man who treated his daughter like she was golden.

“Nice to see you Mr. L/n” Chris said confidently, holding out his hand for a shake which soon turned awkward when he realised the man wouldn’t even touch him.

“What’s your intentions with my daughter Evans?”

“Sir you’ve asked me this everyday this week” Chris sighed pleading with him, the older man not wavering once

“I know, cause I don’t believe ya one bit. What sorta established businessman goes after a woman finding her ways in the world?”

“One that loves and cares for her, sir”

“Just get outta here boy”

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“I’m so sorry Chris, I don’t know why he’s so rude” Y/n whined down the phone, her lip jutted out into a pout as she listened to hear her boyfriend’s voice.

“ ‘is alright sugar, I know he jus wants to protect his daughter” Chris replied, despite everything that happened that day he couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her voice. It always sounded so pleasant and welcoming, something he didn’t always sound like unfortunately.

Scratching between Dodger's ears Chris sat down onto his large L-Shaped couch, his business had definitely started to boom more recently with more people wanting to move to Texas. Wearing nothing but a pair of sleep pants he lay down with his arm over his eyes, just listening to Y/n talk about what happened when she got home.

Which consisted of trying out new recipes, telling off her dad some more, catching up with the girls and touching herself.

“Wait back the fuck up, what’d ya jus say?” With a sly smirk gaining on his face he sat up a bit, biting his lip at his girlfriend’s perverted confession. With radio silence on her end he peered further,

“Come on sweetheart, you’ve already said it. Tell your man what you were thinkin' about”

“No! that’s private. And it’s embarrassing” Y/n whined down the phone, her voice wavering as her face flushed. Her legs kicking in the air as she rolled about, Chris' deep chuckling causing her heart to flutter majorly.

“Come on I thought you said no secrets?”

“Mhm well you already know what I was thinkin’ bout, you jus wanna embarrass me”

“How about you come over and show me what you was thinkin' about then?”

“O-oh Okay babe”

“Actually, i’ll pick you up, it’s not safe for a sweet little thing like you to be out there”

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“Are you sure you’re okay babe?” I whispered tightening my grip around her waist as she leant up against me on the sofa, despite the both of us knowing we wouldn’t fit, we decided to squish together with her on top of me. After catching her she jumped out her window, we drove giddily back to my house, hands touching everywhere and anywhere. Nodding her head I felt her nuzzle into my chest,

“I wish I could cuddle you even closer” I heard her say while turning to look up at me with those sparkling eyes of hers,

“Bub i’m basically your blanket right now, ya wanna wear me as a hoodie or sumthin?”

“I mean if you’re offering..”

“Behave Y/n L/n ” I growled feeling her hands crawl up under my shirt, her newly acquired gel nails scratching up my stomach satisfyingly.

Moving down I felt her insert her whole body into my t-shirt, her head now on my bare chest underneath the soft fabric, her hands nestled onto the sides of my waist.

“You comfy baby?” I asked lifting up my shirt to see her peek up at me, her smile pulled into the cutest thing ever as she nodded and pecked my lips quickly and softly. Enough to make me melt right then and there. Her lips peppered soft kisses over my chest, sucking on hickies, occasionally getting groans out of me.

“Chris”

“Yes?”

“About those strawberry condoms I saw in the kitchen when we came in-“

“Go on then love, they’re sittin in the bottom kitchen drawer”

“OKAY LOVE YOU” She said excitedly shimmying out of my shirt and running towards the kitchen, a smile coming onto my face as I watched her semi naked body hunt down the box of latex with such eagerness. When we first got in I forgot to put away the condoms I had bought earlier that day, completely forgetting that she was going to see them. You see, Y/n had been sending me these tictacs? tiktoks? Of couples trying them out and she’s been buggering me for ages, but hey I was bit complaining.

I watched her pretty self skip back towards me, successful with her hunting mission as she handed the box over to me to open up. Y/n pulled out the first condom, ripping it open, showing the new pink coloured latex.

“C-can we try it?” She asked shyly,

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Chris nodded leaning back comfortably onto the couch, shrugging his sweatpants halfway to his knees, showing off his red hardened cock. The tip of it already glistening with pre-cum as he pumped it a few times to get it even harder.

“Go on then sweetheart, put it on for your man”

I rolled the large condom down onto his cock, with him hissing due to how sensitive he was already. Kneeling down onto the floor I licked it slightly, a sudden burst of flavour exploding on my tongue.

“Ya like that baby?” He asked biting onto his lips, I licked mine nodding eager to taste more of the strawberry goodness now coating his cock. Taking him down my throat, I felt him choke a bit as I just kept sucking on his condom covered dick without mercy.

“You treating my cock like a popsicle baby, all wet and desperate for it, since ya like it so much maybe we can leave a review after it”

Nodding my head I just focused on getting as much flavour as possible, not even noticing how the condom expanded as Chris' cum filled it to the brim, some of it even spilling down to land onto his balls.

“Fahk babe you didn’t even notice, too busy suckin weren’t ya?”

“Mhm sorry Chris” I mumbled delicately pulling off the slippery latex,

“Well let me give you something to notice”

Within seconds Chris had brought me up to straddle him, his cock already threatening to push my thong to the side.

“Actually first, let me see my pretty girl get off on my thigh” He smiled transferring me to straddle his right thigh, his leg hairs already stimulating my already tingling clit.

“Come on baby, move on me” He whispered, his hands settled on my hips as he moved them back and forth slowly.

(Chris' P.O.V)

I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she grinded onto my leg, her mouth gaping open with moans just spilling out. I watched as she slowly started to drool out the side of her mouth, laughing as it dripped down onto her hardened nipples causing her to moan. My girl is always so sensitive.

“Fuck baby you’re so pretty for me” Pushing her hair back, I cupped her face and made her look at me, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth with her breath turning ragged. Her hips started to go crazy on my thighs, her moans turning to soft whimpers.

Right before she was about to cum I pulled her up and sat her right onto my cock, feeling her sigh in somewhat relief and excitement.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Wait wait” I whispered getting off and getting back on, this time with my back facing him. His hands slithered up and cupped my breasts, my feet planted on his knees as I prepared myself to ride the fuck out of him.

Slamming my hips down, his hand squeezed my left breast,

“gosh sugar you’re so fucking dirty, fucking yourself on my cock like this, jus takin what’s yours” He whispered into my ear out of breath, his fingers tugging on my nipples roughly causing them to pebble out.

Turning my head to the side Chris' tongue met mine, our saliva going everywhere as we just swapped spit for a good while as I grinded my hips in slow circles. His paws giving my breasts a soft knead, his tongue leaving mine, his hips starting to smack up into mine unexpectedly

“oOH FucK, FUCK CHRIS BABY” I shouted while he pounded into me, his teeth biting into my neck as he basically used my breasts as handles to help push me up and down.

“Y/n i’m gonna spill my cum right inside this pretty pussy of yours, keep it warm all night for ya”

“You wanna g-give me a load Chris?”

“Give you one? Baby i’m gonna give you as many as you fucking want”

“T-that sounds good” I whispered

“Doesn’t it? Sounds absolutely perfect baby”

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(No one's P.O.V)

“Your pa is gonna kill me someday” Chris whispered snuggling further into Y/n's arms, with him laying his head on her bare chest. Her nails raking through his head lovingly, with her constantly giving him kisses onto his forehead.

“mm he’ll get used to you bub, don’t worry” Y/n said cupping his face and kissing his lips lightly.

“But it’s important he likes me Y/n, I truly do want us to go far”

“And we will Chris, just enjoy the now hun. You know my ma loves you and will practically have your back for life” She commented causing them both to laugh a little despite the heavy topic at hand.

“You know if you think we’re movin too fast we can slow down right babe? I don’t wan' ya to feel forced” He said kissing her chest softly, his head nuzzling into it like a puppy would.

“I don’t think anythin of it baby, we’re two consenting adults who are very much falling in love with each other okay?”

Raking her hands up and down his back, his breathing slowed down into a gentle rhythm, both of them acting oblivious to the sound of Y/n's phone blowing up on the bedside table. She’d just have to deal with that tomorrow.

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[misaverawrites]

Hi, I wanted to ask you if you could write a grey's fic with my favorite characters: Mark Sloan and Andrew DeLuca.

They are both in love with the reader, and she tries both of them. There is a lot of sexual tension; Andrew and Mark go out of their way to win her over and show her they love her, so they don't get along at all. They don't know that she is bisexual, and eventually she falls in love with another girl, who always works at Gray-Sloan (you can choose who)

Thank you!

Two's Company, Four's a Crowd (Callie Torres x Reader)

tags: bi!reader, kissing, fighting, I love Callie sm, pining, fluff

summary: Mark and Andrew have been fighting over you, someone else has caught your eye for a while.

a/n: i figured callie would be a good fit here, considering i haven't written much of anything for her!!

Mark Sloan and Andrew DeLuca had been acting a bit… odd, at least that was the polite way to put it. They’d both been clingy, Mark more so than usual, letting you in on surgeries that were usually part of Jackson’s turf, bringing you coffee, anything he could do to spend time with you. Andrew had begged to be on your service, you had no idea he was so interested in plastics, in truth he wasn’t, he just wanted to be close to you and Mark had the advantage in most of that playing field.

Both the men had a crush on you, you could figure that much out, but, you’d figured it was best just to ignore it. That is until today when it all came to a head. Andrew had made one too many comments to Mark, something that most interns and residents were warned against doing. This had led to a stairwell screaming match, something you’d ignored as you instructed your residents in the upcoming surgery, you were helping a man who had burned through his skin and even burnt part of his tibial bone, leaving you to turn to Callie Torres, the brilliant surgeon who had always made you feel something, to this day you didn’t know what that feeling really was. You listened to Callie as she explained the orthopedic side of this surgery, Mark and Andrew walked back into the patient’s room, the air becoming practically suffocating as you felt three pairs of eyes on you from all different directions. Callie finishes with her explanation of the surgery, which allows you to let your residents disperse to their skills lab, Mark leaving in a huff, not without shooting one final, quick gaze at you.

As you and Callie step into the hallway awkwardly she shoots you a look, eyes wide and her eyebrows raised at you, “What the hell was that? I mean if I didn’t know any better, and I do, Mark is my best friend… I’d say he has a crush on you, and he’s mad at DeLuca for having one on you too,” She laughs at the idea until she notices you aren’t laughing with her, her eyes widen again as you look at her sheepishly, rubbing your neck, “You’re kidding!” She whisper-yells as you shake your head, “I don’t know how it happened, Cal.” You groan softly, lying your head against the nurse’s station desk, she giggles softly, running her hands through your hair in a gesture that is more than welcome, especially from her. You pause your thought process, feeling her hands twist through your hair in a gesture so soft, as if she was holding Sofia. You turn your head to face her and she looks peaceful, she has a warm smile on her face as you look take your head up off of the desk, her hands aren’t in your hair anymore but there’s a warm feeling in your chest, you feel peaceful being around her. That’s the feeling, peace, and though it might be selfish, you want to keep that feeling all to yourself and her.

“Callie,” You whisper, “I think… I think I’d like to kiss you.” She smiles her beautiful, wide smile as she pulls you close to her, “I’ve always wanted to kiss you… I just, it wasn’t appropriate…” You smile as her hands wrap around your lower back, “Is it still not appropriate?” You ask her as her eyes look at your lips and back to your eyes, “I don’t think it is.” Her lips meet yours, her lip gloss makes your lips feel sticky but she’s warm against you. It’s a perfect moment, until you turn to hear a gasp, “Torres!” Uh oh.

You turn around to see Mark, his eyes widen more so when he confirms that she is kissing you, he looks a bit disappointed but then you hear another gasp. Andrew DeLuca. This is possibly the most awkward moment you’ve ever been in. You then realize that you’ll be in surgery with all four of them in less than three hours, now is the time to talk this out, unless you want to suffer later. Callie squeezes your hand, bringing you some semblance of peace in this situation, which is the only thing protecting you from an incoming panic attack, especially feeling the expectant gazes on you from Mark and Andrew.

“Look- This feud on dating me doesn’t get to police who I want to kiss! You are both surgeons and need to stop acting like children! Is this the example you want to be setting for Sofia, Mark?” That causes the aforementioned man to sigh a bit, you caught him in that one as he shakes his head a bit. Andrew looks smug at seeing Mark like this until you glare at him, “Do you want me to get your sister, DeLuca?” His eyes widen a small, “No.” Being the only thing he can squeak out, as you nod decidedly, “Can we all make-up now?” The two men look at each other and then back at you, Andrew rolls his eyes but nods, Mark following with the nod as the two men shake hands.

“That was actually… really hot,” Callie whispers in your ear as she takes your hand in hers, leading you away from the two men, maybe Seattle Grace Mercy West could actually be normal for once.

[underoosweb]

can you do 4 + 103 with andrew garfield where him and the reader (she/her) are in a established relationship, please?

“Fuck.” You heard Andrew groan, you looked over at him.

“Is there something wrong, baby?”

“A tennis skirt, really?” You looked down at the skirt

“I think it’s cute.” You did a little spin and heard his breath hitch. You turned your back towards him and smirked. You felt his arms wrap around your waist. His hand traveled lower

“Andrew, stop.” You wiggled trying to get out of his grip. You froze when his finger grazed your bare cunt.

“No panties?” He groaned out.

“La-later, we’re going to be late for the dinner.” You bit your lip, his finger slipped into you.

“So wet, my pretty little girl missed me huh?” He inserted another finger into your soaking core. Andrew groans at the feeling of you fluttering and squeezing around his fingers, your arousal dripping into his palm before pressing it against your sensitive clit. Slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you, curling them into your soft spot every time he enters you. Nothing but moans and whines roll off of your lips, Andrew licks a thick stripe from your shoulder up to your ear, taking your lobe between his lips and nibbling softly.

“Cum for me, love.” He mutters.

“Andrew…” You whine

Heat surges through your body as your orgasm courses through you. Your body tensing and completely at his mercy. He smirks pulling his fingers from you, leaving you feeling empty. He dragged you back to the bedroom, practically ripping your skirt off. He pushed you onto the bed. Andrew laid next to you, head resting on his pillows, he grabbed you and pulled you on top of him. He gently tapped your thigh.

“Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you”

You let out a slight squeal when he grabs one of your thighs, pulling you over his head. Your hands fly to the headboard. Andrew's hands grab a firm hold of your ass. You feel his soft lips against your folds and you moan softly. His warm tongue which is itself between your fold and drags itself up to all the way to your clit, He moans. His lips wrap around your clit sucking it into his mouth. You felt yourself grinding against his face, you were a moaning mess. One finger slips into you while he sucks on your clit. then he adds another finger and curls them against your favorite spot.

“Andrew!” You moaned out.

“Cum for me again, pretty girl.”

You were so close to the edge, you let out something between a cry and a whimper. Andrew could feel you clench around his fingers and he picked up his pace. The knot in your belly tightens and you curl over and then you come apart. You tried your best to hold yourself up, but you couldn’t. Andrew smiled underneath you.

“I got you, love,” He grabbed your hips and lowered you down to his hips.

“I tired you out?” You whined and snuggled into his chest. He chuckled. Your headshot up.

“Shit, Alexa? What time is it?”

“It is 7:45 pm”

“Andrew! We’re late for the dinner with your family.” You hopped off of him

“Love,” You looked over at him, his hand on your wrist.

“I missed you, I want to spend time with you. We can have dinner with my family tomorrow.”

“But-”

“I’ll tell them something came up, now… lay your ass back down on this bed.”

“Andrew…”

“Lay down… because I’m not letting you leave this bed. I’m going to make you cum on my fingers, mouth, and cock over and over again until you’re begging for me to stop. And even then, I’m not going to.”

[har-rison-s]

rememberance

SPOILERS FOR SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME!!!! don't read further, i really want you to enjoy the movie without knowing anything, so don't read further than this!

request: omg idk if you're okay with that, but if you are pretty pls write for andrew!spiderman in nwh. smth about him remembering his girl from his own universe! and getting emotional

a/n: i'm absolutely okay with this. andrew's peter is the closest to me from the three because i really delved into his spider-man first, and it's sort of an honour to write for him :') i hope i write this well. i couldn't sleep last night because my brain was just overworked and overwhelmed because of nwh. it was just... i'm speechless. happy reading! spoilers ahead!

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read my other peter parker writings here

a/n: just look at him :(

Peter guesses that it's watching the youngest multiversal replica of himself with his MJ that really brings his mind to a stop, makes him remember about her. The bright girl he loved just for the sake of loving her, and because he just couldn't not love her. He couldn't understand people not loving her. There was just something so special about her.

He puts the cure-in-process down on the table and rests his head in the palm of his hand. He turns the small object from side to side, just looking at it absently while memories flood his mind, and he can really only focus on them. 

Their first date really pops out as most colourful, kind of the loudest of the memories when it's actually anything but loud. Peter and her were both a mumbling mess, tripping over their words—and sometimes feet, too—and blushing constantly. Afraid to talk about anything that came to mind, but also curious to know so much about each other. 

It wasn't really a date where they'd set out to do anything specific. Peter just took her on a walk around New York city, basically taking any turn or crossing any street when he felt like it, no real route planned out. He did have the urge to just pull her to him by the waist, shoot out a web and swing them both around. But he could never risk it.

Many memories of school play out like a slideshow before his eyes that, in real life, stare into abyss. Sitting together during lunch, chatting by the lockers, studying in the library together, sitting next to each other in class. Somehow, being with her at school for all the others to see felt like welcoming that dream of being with her to reality. Like the dream was real, all to real and yet still unbelievable—still a dream—at the same time.

He absolutely adored how her hands always found a way to be holding onto him, a way to be close to him without actually being intimately close. Maybe she'd draw something on his hand, maybe she'd doodle in his notebook. Sometimes she'd just hold his hand in hers, play with his fingers in class like a little kid. And he loved it all.

What also really stands out is the day she found out about his secret. It was the day Peter sat in his basement, experimenting with webs, trying to find the right kind to use. She crept into his basement with their favourite snacks in hand and kind of also crept up on him. She could have scared him to death if it wasn't for his... sixth sense, so to say.

“What are you doing in here?!” Peter exclaimed, a pen in his hand as the closest thing he could find to defend himself, while also not compromising his secret combat skills. She just looked at him with big eyes, partly frozen in shock. 

“Just came by,” she said, lifting the snack packets up in the air for effect. She forced a smile to her lips, but couldn't help feeling suspicious of everything her eyes were seeing in Peter's basement. Peter's eyes grew soft at the sight of her, and he lowered the pen, “who did you think I was?” 

“No one!” He said immediately, which also startled her. “I mean, I—”

“You also turned around super fast, but okay,” she said. Without taking her eyes off his equipment, she put the snacks down on the only empty spot on his desk and walked around the young man to look at what he's doing more closely, “what's all this?” She gently poked one of the unsuccessful web variants. “Ew, are these spider webs?”

She looked at Peter, wondering about his strange behavior—why he's not answering any of her questions—and wanting an explanation for it. Peter gathered himself and stood up to stand beside her, trying to come up with any kind of innocent excuse for his experiments that wouldn't count as lying. “Yeah, they kind of are,” he said and cleared his throat. She still gave him weird looks. 

“Kind of?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Well, they're not like, real, actual webs from spiders, they're... synthetically generated,” he explained, “I'm trying out a lot of them to see which one's the strongest, and best coordinated. I know they're just webs, but they do kind of have a mind of their own.” 

She listened and couldn't hear an ounce of pretend in his words or tone of voice. But she was still curious. “Why are you doing it?” She looked up at him. Peter shrugged, trying to act as casual as can be, and then turned to look at her again. Those eyes looking up at him. How he's missed them. 

“Just... trying to... understand spiders,” he said and noticed the way she shuddered just at the mention of them. He knew she hates spiders. 

“You're not pulling a Halloween prank on me or anything, are you?” She inquired, and Peter immediately shook his head. That's honestly the last thing he'd do. She smiled, then, giving his cheek a light pat, and sat down on top of his desk. Peter worked on getting the unsuccessful web examples into the bag, feeling very anxious about her seeing all this and getting more suspicious than she plays out to be, and can hardly keep his eyes on her. That's a decision he'll regret to make, even unconsciously. “What's this, Peter?” She called from the desk, and Peter's head shot immediately up to look at her. And in her hands, she held his almost-finished suit. And she was looking at him like a little detective.

“Uhhh, that's my—my, um—”

“Yes?” She gave him a strange look, suspecting that maybe he has memory issues. Would he?

“That's my Halloween costume! You caught me,” he pushes out a nervous laugh and begins walking back towards her. She rolls the suit out before her and lifts it in the air to have a better look. Red suit with blue and silver details. And a pretty big, stylised spider on the chest part. She raised her eyebrows.

“And who are you supposed to be?” She inquired, now looking at Peter standing right in front of her. He took the suit right out of her hands, so she'd forget there ever was one, and he tossed it to the back of the room. She gave him a strange look once again, crossing her arms over her chest.

“No one, it's just...” Peter shook his head and stepped closer to her. Now he could take a proper look at her, “it's stupid, really.” He tried to convince her, wanting to move on from the topic of it all and just give all his attention to her. Peter's hand stroked her cheek gently before it moved into her hair, pulling her closer to him. She watched him all the while, completely in surrender to him, and worked her hands up to his neck. She could feel how rough just the fingertips of his hands felt. He must have been down here for hours. And finally, he kissed her. For what like the last real time he did. “Hey,” he greeted her properly now, as well, with a whisper. 

She smiled against his lips and then laughed, as well. “Hi, Peter,” she greeted him in response, “you're very strange, you know that?” She asked him, stroking the back of his neck with her hand softly. Peter laughed as his forehead gently fell onto hers. 

“I know,” he replied, now a more serious look crossing his eyes as they bored into hers. Those big, chocolate dough eyes. She smiled at him, but her eyes seemed to be asking what's wrong? Because he'd never looked so lost and focused at the same time. Something was on his mind. 

“Don't go growing a big head about it,” she then said, butting his nose with her own. Peter would have laughed again, but the air around them had somehow grown very serious suddenly, “all girls love a weirdo.” She said. Peter chuckled with his lips sealed, and then looked at her with a clear head. “Promise you won't leave me for them?” A question that is both a joke and a genuine question at the same time. There's no them, thankfully or not, but there is something. Something that's been on his mind lately, stealing his time and attention. She's noticed. And she's asking if he won't leave her because of that, whatever it is.

Peter took a deep breath, closing his eyes, focusing on his other senses that can feel her. Her aroma that both reminds him of home and of something so unreachable, so foreign. Her silky hair knotting in his hand. Her waist, how his hand just perfectly cups it. And the taste of her lips on his own. 

He knew what she was asking, even though she didn't know it herself. Not really, not fully, what she was asking of him. And like an idiot, like the hopeful, optimistic idiot he is, he gave her an answer of yes. And he still regrets it to his day.

Peter must have frozen up in his thoughts, his memories, because he feels a hand on his shoulder now that brings him back to reality, back the unbelievable here and now. It's the other Peter. The one that looks the oldest of them three. Not that it's a competition...

“Hey, man,” he says, calling out to him more, because the guy still looks lost somewhere, “you doing fine over here?” He has that kind look in his eyes. The one that reminds Peter of his uncle Ben so much. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Peter nods, “me? I'm fine.” He squeaks back to convince the man more, but he can't avoid the tears gathered in his eyes anymore. He's sure the other Peter sees them, too, now, and he turns his face away. “Just... something in my eye. Nothing dangerous.” Peter wipes away his tears and looks around himself. His eyes still get stuck on the two kids in love right in front of him. 

They remind him so much of what he had with her. He knows he can't ignore it anymore. The memories, the love for her. And the guilt, and the unforgiveness towards himself that he feels every day comes right along with it.

[littlegodzilla]

Hiiii!! I love your stories (especially the smuts!!) I thought of a smut where Norman falls in love with a friend's daughter (maybe Jeff or Andy). You can smut with dirty talk and a bit of breeding kink? Note: Of age, of course

Hi Anon!!

Here I am with your request! I change our guys age a little to this story I hope you don't mind.

Enjoy the story!

The daughter.

Norman Reedus(45) x FemAndyDaughter (25).

Warnings: Surprises. Age gap. Fluff. Smut. Dirty talk. Breeding kink. Unprotected sex (don't do that).

Words: 5000.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog

(Don't remember where I found this gif but thanks to the owner)

Norman looks the door once before knoks waiting for his fiend.

Norman and Andy have become friends over the years on The Walking Dead TV-show. Their friendship is strong, the trust between them has been growing all that time, which is why Andy has invited him home to introduce him to his family. He knows Andy's wife from almost the first day, but no one, he is curious to meet Andy's children, he likes children, he has fun with them making them rage as he does with Chadler in the show.

The door opens then and Andy greets him with a huge smile, Norman laughs and hugs him tightly, they've seen each other a couple of days ago, but Reedus missed him.

"Thanks for inviting me." He greets him walking into the house. "I hope I'm not late."

"Don't worry, we're just finishing getting ready, my daughter hasn't arrived yet." He explains and guides him into the living room where the rest of the family is.

Norman smiles sheepishly greeting his wife and the little ones, he is a little overwhelmed by the tie and jacket and Andy's wife offers to put it away in a closet which Norman accepts. He has heard about Andy's daughter, from a relationship before Gael, he took care of her when her mother wanted nothing to do with her, feeling her as an obstacle in her life. When Andrew began to have fame and name, the woman appeared to claim her and demand a share of everything Andrew had, but no one listened to her, Gael had adopted her as another daughter. If he remembered correctly she had finished college and was now somewhat independent from her father back in New York.

"How's she doing here in the city? does she like it?" He asks and thanks Andy for the beer he offers him.

"She likes it, she's been settled in for a few months now, has a small apartment and has a good job. She's discreet, doesn't usually draw attention to herself, but she's come to a few parties for the show. You've probably seen her." He comments absently, but Norman shrugs.

He likes the parties from the show throws when they finish shooting another season, the whole crew, not just the actors, but cameras, producers, makeup, friends and relatives are invited and it all gets a little crazy, but Norman likes that craziness, it's always run through his veins.

Norman plays with Arthur and Matilda in the living room, the children laugh and fight with the man who makes them mad by tickling them or playing the fool when they ask him something. The door then opens and the soft voice of a young woman is heard announcing that she has arrived. Norman rises politely from the couch as the two little ones run to greet their older sister. The young woman comes through the door hugging the little girl and ruffling Arthur's hair. Andy steps in front of Norman for a moment to greet the newcomer.

"Sorry I'm late, there was horrible traffic." The young woman apologizes and Norman frowns.

"Don't worry, there was no rush. Come, let me introduce you." Andy tells her and steps aside. "Honey, this is Norman, a co-worker, I know I've told you a lot about him." He laughs, but the look on her face turns nervous. "Norman, meet my daughter." He says, but the actor has frozen.

"She's come to some party, you've probably seen her."

His cast mate's words echoing in his ears now. His gaze riveted on the young woman's frightened eyes. Neither is able to say anything, they just stand there, looking at each other, holding their breath, Norman feels her struggling to articulate but she starts to acquire a reddish hue to her cheeks and the actor is about to laugh. She didn't seem so shy when he...

The images of the bathroom, Norman behind her body the young woman's dress pulled up to her hips, Norman's hand covering her mouth as he pushed inside her quickly and hard.

"Fuck, girl, so tight..."

His own words suddenly tighten his stomach - how had he not realized that girl was his best friend's daughter? He feels his mouth turn to sand and a strange sensation, like he wants to vomit overcomes him.

He is so fucked up.

"Norman, are you okay?" His friend's voice brings him back to reality to see him looking at him with concern. "Have you two met before?" and Norman wants the ground to swallow him up.

"Y-yes, we've met before." She interjects and Norman's eyes widen. "At the program parties. I've never gotten up the nerve to talk to him, but...you know, it's hard not to know Norman Reedus." She smiles pretending to be a fan of the man, her cheeks reddening again.

She's playing a perfect role, that innocence, that confusion and at the same time that kindness wanting to be respectful to the guest. No doubt she is the actor's daughter, but Norman sees none of that. When her cheeks take on that reddish color, memories of their encounters return to his mind. Seeing her turned into a mess against him, panting, moaning, begging him to fuck her harder, begging him to let her cum. He clenches his fists wanting to control himself. Their first encounters were at the party, it's true, but then they coincided off set. Norman wanted her phone number and she didn't hesitate to give it to him. Of course he knew her name, but he never made the effort to find out who she really was, what exactly she was doing at those parties. He wants to punch himself, excuse himself with anything and get the hell out of there. He can't pretend everything is okay, not because... Norman likes her. At first sex was the main reason they met, but then the actor started to get comfortable with her, their encounters were more than just fucking against the table in Norman's apartment, though that didn't mean it had stopped happening. He has feelings for her, he doesn't know if it's mutual, but he doesn't care now.

She's his best friend's oldest daughter, fuck she could be his own daughter. He feels stupid thinking about it now, he could have thought about it the same day he fucked her in the bathrooms of that place where the party was being held and now he would be saving himself a lot of headaches.

"Norman?" Andrew's voice brings him back to reality once again, he clears his throat and nods.

"Sorry, I was trying to remember seeing us at those parties." He tries to joke but his voice falters for a second, he sees her pupils dilate with fear, but she relaxes again. Norman reaches over and allows himself to give her a kiss on the cheek by way of greeting. Her cologne, her natural scent creeps into his brain and he has to make a supreme effort not to brush his nose against her skin. He loves the soft scent she always gives off. "It's a pleasure..." he whispers huskily.

"Same here, Norman." She smiles and then laughs softly. The tinkle of her voice hits straight to his balls and he stirs uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, Mr. Reedus?" your gaze falls on him, he feigns innocence but Norman sees the dark glint that dilates his pupils and has to stifle a growl of arousal.

"Please, I'm not that old, besides Mr. Reedus is my father." He jokes, but the two are controlling themselves, sizing each other up. Matilda then holds her sister's hand, getting her attention.

"Dinner's ready, Mom says to help her get it out to the table."

"I'll be right there, honey, thank you." She smiles extremely sweetly at the little girl. "Men to the table, it's time for dinner." She speaks again for her father and Norman, putting their little duel aside.

For now.

The dinner goes by with a pleasant conversation, fluid, out of work, talking about everything and nothing in general, Norman is interested in Andrew's plans, they elaborate some getaway together, although the British actor doesn't like riding a motorcycle too much, Gael teases, tells them about the children's life, the school, Norman likes to be involved in that dynamic. He also talks to his friend's older daughter, their glances are elusive, they don't share a look for too long, the atmosphere between them is obviously more tense, but they try to hide it. Norman asks her for her life in general, how college was, how she is in the city. These are things he doesn't know either, at least not too much, he knows some things, on those last few dates they've had, after sex Norman has dared to ask, to want to get to know her, she was surprised at first, but it was nice at the same time. When her gaze fixes on him once again he feels his body shudder. She tells him that she finished her degree, that she went back to London to take some time off, she wanted to make a good decision on what to do with her future, but then she went back to New York because she felt it was where she was meant to be. When she says that her eyes are totally riveted on the actor and Norman finds it hard to breathe, he swallows hard and his appetite disappears in one fell swoop.

God she can't be serious. Not now.

"It pains me that she's staying here, England is our home, but she's old enough to decide." Gael interjects, smiling at the young woman warmly and she returns the gesture.

"I am sure about what I want." She insists and her eyes are once again riveted on Norman.

"I know, honey." Gael smiles, oblivious to the exchange of glances.

Is this a confession? Is she implying that she wants to stay with him? No. Norman has never been a narcissistic man, he doesn't like to think people do anything for him. This is no different. He's just an old man, a distraction for a pretty girl. A diversion until she finds the right man and decides to make her life his.

She would never choose him.

Dinner ends, the after-dinner conversation drags on for a few more hours, but the kids are starting to get bored and tired. Gael excuses himself by taking Arthur in his arms to carry him to his room.

"I'm going to put the kids to bed, I'll be right down."

"I'm going to clean it, I'll be right up with you." Andrew tells her.

"You go upstairs with her, Matilda is already half asleep too, I'll clear the table." The older daughter speaks getting up from her seat picking up the dishes.

"Thank you, honey." They tell her at the same time and taking the children they leave the room.

Norman follows the young woman's every move with his eyes, none of them say anything, she picks up the dishes placing them in a pile and heads towards the kitchen. The actor bites his thumbnail several times before getting up and going after her.

They need to talk.

"Why didn't you tell me you were his daughter?" Perhaps the question has come out more blunt and his growl more angry than he intended, but he's been biting his tongue too long.

"Would that have changed anything?" She looks over her shoulder at him and Norman snaps.

"Fuck yeah, of course it would!" he hisses, advancing a few steps toward her. "Had I known that you... I would never..."

He can't say it out loud.

"What? You never would have fucked me? I'm glad I didn't say anything, then."

"Don't play games with me, girl, I'm not joking." He moves a little further, she turns to face him and crosses her arms.

"I'm not playing, Norman, what does my last name matter? what does it matter whose daughter I am?" the space between them grows smaller and smaller.

"He's my best friend, you're... a child..."

"Come on, don't give me that shit. We both know we've done things that would shock a little girl." She frowns and Norman covers her mouth with his hand.

"Don't talk so loud." He growls looking behind his back in case Andrew and Gael come down again.

She rolls her eyes, bored with that situation. She removes his hand from her mouth and turns her attention back to the dishes to wash them. When her parents return from putting the children to bed, she says goodbye to them, kissing them on the cheek. It's late, she has to work tomorrow and the situation is getting so tense that she doesn't want to be there any longer.

"See you tomorrow." She says goodbye to her parents, putting her purse on her shoulder.

"Are we counting on you tomorrow for lunch?" asks Gael.

"Yes, I'll try to sneak out early." She smiles.

"I'll take you home." Norman then speaks, getting the family's attention. "I'm leaving too, I can give you a ride home." He tries to look normal as he puts on his jacket.

"Do you mind? It's a little late for her to take a cab..."

"Dad..." She rolls her eyes and Norman shakes his head.

"I don't mind. If you're okay with it." He looks at her and she frowns, but shakes her shoulders.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Thanks Norman."

Luckily they're on the bike, which means they can't talk too much, yet the proximity of their bodies is intoxicating. It's not the first time Norman has driven her home, he knows his way around almost as if he were going to his own house. The lump in his throat still won't go away and her grip on his waist is vague, just touching him to keep from falling out of the vehicle. It is clear that things are going awry in the worst way and Norman can't stop it.

The purr of the bike is faint when they reach her house. She gets off the bike and hands him back his helmet, Norman hums taking it, placing it on his arm so he can drive. She walks away, a little, not even seeming to say goodbye. Norman feels that as the end of it all. When he sees her disappear there will be no turning back.

The knot tightens even tighter.

"You know?" Her voice makes him look at her again, she's there, in front of him, folding her arms, looking at her feet. "I don't give a shit who you are, or who my father is." She says sincerely. "I'm a grown woman, mature enough to know what I'm doing. It's not a game. I know what I want. I know what I feel." She says without taking her eyes off Norman for a moment. "Do you?"

Norman feels his saliva catch in his throat.

The apartment door opens and closes urgently, her body slams against the wood making her moan, but she doesn't have time to protest. Norman grabs her legs and pulls her up to his waist, his hips thrust against her and their mouths meet once more. There is desire, lust, need and desperation. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, her hands play with his hair as she moans in his ear when she bites his lips and moves down his neck, kissing all his exposed skin. He knows the apartment by heart so he gropes his way, with her wrapped around his waist, to the living room, his knees bump against the couch and he grunts breaking away from her for a moment to look at her.

They both gasp, their breathing quickened, their pupils dilated with desire. There's a lot to talk about, Norman knows. She knows he hasn't said anything yet, when she's asked him on the street, just turned off the bike's engine and followed her into the building, letting passion take hold of him inside the elevator. But he is afraid to open his mouth. Of letting his conscience take over and say something that will separate them completely. No, before that can happen, he will burn her touch, her scent, her moans and her sweet taste into his mind.

His hands don't take long to undress her, the two of them shedding each other's clothes without too many words. Gasps and sighs fill the room as his hands move across their hot skins, making them shiver, giving them goose bumps. She is sitting on the back of the couch, Norman holds her by the waist, his mouth keeps licking and marking her skin, he toys with her nipples taking them into his mouth, making them hard, his fingers travel to her pussy and caresses her wet slit before he slips a finger in. She gasps and clenches around him.

"So wet..." He whispers against her ear and slips a second in. "Your pussy so needy, do you hear how it traps me? My fingers, not letting me pull them out." He grunts in pleasure and she moans loudly as he moves them faster, the wet sound becoming more intense.

"Norman...!" she moans arching up feeling the pleasure swirl in her belly.

"That's it, baby, give it to me, fuck my fingers, cum on them." He commands her non-stop stimulating her, pushing her to the limit.

She moans loudly, throwing her head back, her legs shaking around Norman's waist as his fingers launch her into a strong orgasm, he always manages to make her mind go blank and her body go completely. His fingers move slower, but he doesn't pull them out completely. He spreads slow, soft kisses across her mouth and neck bringing her back to him, hearing her purr contentedly. He smiles against her skin and breaks away a little, pulls his fingers out rubbing his hard cock against her entrance, watching her out of the corner of his eye, watching her bite her lip, wanting him.

Norman can't give that up.

He pulls away from her making her stand up, still on shaking knees he guides her to her room, right now he knows the house better than she does herself. He gently lays her down and positions himself on top of her, again his cock rubs against her slit, squeezing her clit hearing her sigh. He pushes inside and gives one and two thrusts before he realizes what he is doing.

"Honey..." He whispers in her ear, she moans in frustration as she feels him pull out of her. "I need a condom..."

"No..." She whispers too and Norman looks at her with a frown.

No? What do means no?

"If it's goodbye... I want to feel you completely, Norman..." He confesses and tenses over her.

A goodbye... he doesn't want it to be goodbye.

Again he guides his cock against her pussy and enters all at once. They both moan in pleasure, her legs wrap around his waist, both of them moving at the same time. Her warm, wet interior clenches around his cock testing his control as he moves faster, deeper, feeling her tremble beneath his body.

"If you keep doing that it won't be long before I cum." He growls in warning but she moans loudly and digs her nails into his arms. Norman hisses a laugh. "That's what you want, isn't it? You want me to cum inside you, to fill you with my cum."

"Y-yes, Norman, please." She moans again, closing her eyes for a second at another hard onslaught.

"This isn't goodbye." He gasps in her ear without stopping moving. "Do you hear me? I'm going to give you all of me, because you are mine." He bites her neck and she gasps in pain and arousal. "I'm going to mark every inch of your skin...I'm going to fill you completely and so good...that no one will ever dare touch you." Norman tangles his fingers in her hair as he thrusts faster and deeper, feels her shudder, her insides jerk and clench again around his cock.

Norman moans low, between his teeth and tenses cumming, feeling the spasms of her pussy drain his cock to the last drop. His strength falters for a second, but he doesn't move, he leaves his cock inside, he's not going to let anything spill out. Her legs are slack on his waist, falling to either side of the bed, her hands caress his back and hair lazily and Norman purrs at the caresses.

"You... You meant it?" he whispers after a few seconds in silence.

"You told me you knew what you felt...what you were doing." He gingerly sits up to look at her, but doesn't pull away. "So did I." He stares at her. "I know what I'm doing, I know how I feel about you..." He steps gingerly out of her and gasps. "I don't care what your name is, I don't care who your father is. Andrew is my friend, I know he'll understand."

They stare at each other and she circles his shoulders again, kissing him, it's a soft kiss, passion and desire numbed by a much more intense feeling now. Norman caresses her waist and lies down beside her, pressing her to his side, she rests her head against his chest.

"I'm going to give you all of me..." Norman whispers again and she smiles against his chest.

"I am yours and you are mine..."

The End.

I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next story!!

[vritest]

misunderstood. (2)

Andrew!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Part one

Angst with a fluff ending

It had been months, or what felt like years since Peter last saw you. You used to walk with him to his classes on campus, now instead of accompanying him you walk the complete opposite way. You used to text him “Good Morning” or “Good Night” texts with a “:))” at the end of them, but that was all gone now. To say you hated him was completely not true, at all. In fact it was the exact opposite. You missed him, his dorky smile when he would talk to you, his jokes that never failed to make you laugh and most importantly, his presence. It made you feel like you meant something in a world where you thought that nobody had your back. So here you were in your room, where it had all happened. When you finally confronted him about everything. You layed down on your bed with flower printed sheets. You’ve been just laying down, repeating that day over and over again like a broken record player. You sighed and got up from your bed. Running your hand through your hair and standing up. You decided it would be a good idea to go to the park and sit on the bench where you would always go to calm yourself down , ever since you were a freshman in high school. Putting on your coat, because of the cold weather that surrounded New York, you head out your bedroom and your apartment. Walking around the park that holds so many memories, you finally found the bench that you always sit in, but there was someone already sitting there…

Peter.

As you came closer, Peter noticed your presence. “Why are you here?” You asked him with your hands in the pockets of your jacket. you’ve never really saw him in the park ever. From what you know as well, he doesn’t like the loudness of the parks so it suprised you seeing him here. You bent down to move the dead orange leaves that were on the bench and sat down next to Peter. “I come here.. when- um stuff… happens” he replied, you noticed the sad tone in his voice, which made you worry. You sighed, “yeah me too” you said, Peter finally looked at you and didn’t know how to tell you that he didn’t mean anything of what happened that night, and that he didnt like you. Instead he was so in love with you that he refused to come into contact with his feelings. The silence was loud, so loud that you could hear the leaves falling from the trees which created a soft calmness for you. “I’m sorry.” Peter finally said, you looked at him making eye contact with the boy. You looked at him, which made Peter think you wanted more of an explanation, he knew you so wel that he knew that face you make when you want to hear more. “The truth is y/n, is that I’m in love with you. I denied It because i’m scared. You know what happened to Gwen. I don’t want that to happen to the girl that I’m absolutely in love with. Im sorry for being a shitty person. No, I wasn’t taking control of your feelings all of my feelings were true and never ever would I want to hurt you or use you like that” he blurted, you were left shocked that all this time, he was just scared for you, and now you think that this is all your fault. Looking up and down at him, your eyes came in contact with his lips, his soft pink lips that you were convinced tasted like honey. Peter noticed, and the both of you moved closer to eachother brushing over each others lips. The kiss was like heaven, you could kiss him a 100 times. He’s been waiting for this ever since you walked in to English class the first day of classes, with your messy hair because you had ran late that morning. Both of you pulled away smiling, Peter kept his hand on your cheek and didn’t move it. You smiled, the smile that made his stomach fill with butterflies that only you had the power to make. “I hope you know, I never stopped loving you, Peter” you said.

Note: Not sure if I like this lol :)

[sylvie-writes]

Chain of Events

word count: 2500

pairing: andy barber x female reader

warnings: cheating, age gap, some profanity.

request: can i request a andy barber x fem!reader where the reader is his asisstant and his secret mistress (in mid 20s) which she always stick by his side and help him through jacob's trail. after the trail he divorced w laurie and they got marry and have a baby girl please!! thank you!!

a/n: sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy lovely! ngl this really fueled my love for andy. 

please excuse any mistakes!

It wasn’t something you were proud of. Something that had started off as a night with a few innocent drinks paved the way for a never ending cycle. At times you felt dirty and awful, yet that didn’t stop you from going to see him every other night. Even when you had the slightest feeling that Laurie had a hunch, it didn’t stop you. Especially when things got dark for Andy, you were the one to hold him close and not his wife. It felt so right although extremely wrong all at the same time. 

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Currently, you were sitting in your apartment bed, spending your Friday night a bit differently than most. Rain gushed from the sky and rhythmically hit your bedroom window which you were spaced out on, many thoughts running through your mind and a glass of wine occasionally hitting your lips. Using your free hand you softly ran your fingers through the mop of hair that belonged to Andy who was passed out in your lap. His breathing was even and it did your heart good to see him so peaceful for once. Just two hours ago, he called you, sounding so broken and vulnerable which was out of the ordinary for Andy. The minute you answered the door, he flung himself at you and held you tight, whispering repeatedly “don’t leave me, please.” 

It absolutely tore you to pieces to hear him say that and you were quick to reassure him that it wasn’t even possible. You then lead him to the bedroom to ask what had happened. 

“Is everything alright? Talk to me, Andy.” You placed a set of his pajamas into his hands but not without a pleading look in your eyes when meeting his own sullen ones.

“Laurie’s adamant it’s him, but (y/n)-” Placing a finger on his lips, you hushed him. 

“I know, I know. You just have to ignore it okay? Laurie is just,” Pausing, you chose your next words wisely, “having a hard time with it all. Everyone copes differently.” 

He sadly nodded before standing to kiss your forehead and make his way to the bathroom to get changed and cleaned up a bit. 

The two of you continued to chat about Jacob’s trial once Andy returned from the bathroom, and he confided in you in many ways more than one. You’d never seen Andy so open, even with yourself, and clearly it helped him quite a bit as he was now relaxed. 

Time had flown and amongst your thoughts, one stood out to you in particular. When would Laurie start to question where he was? Andy always had some bullshit excuse ready to give her and would then tell you that it would be alright. Normally, before you had time to truly convince yourself, Andy’s lips would be on yours or his hands would caress you gently and you’d melt into him as did your cares. Except for now. 

The two had just gotten into a huge fight and you were sure Andy hadn’t even thought twice about telling her where he was going. Even if he did, Laurie would surely be on the lookout for his return. 

Carefully reaching over to your nightstand, you grabbed your phone to check the time and noticed that it was getting late. 

“Andy? My love, when do you have to go home?” You leaned down to whisper to the sleeping man who groaned in return. 

You repeated his name once more, this time slightly shaking his shoulder to which he rolled onto his back, a goofy grin on his lips as he looked up at you. “Well hello, honey.” 

From Andy’s point of view, you peered down at him like a disappointed mother but with a faint smile upon her lips at her child’s goofiness. 

“Nice of you to join me, sleeping beauty. I was wondering what time you had to get home. It’s starting to rain more heavily and Laurie-”

Andy sat up and turned himself so he’d be sitting shoulder to shoulder with you. Silently, he took your empty wine glass from your hand, leaning to place it on your nightstand. As he did so, he didn’t let go of your wrist, which he brought to his lips when he returned to face you. 

Murmuring against your wrist, he started to place soft and delicate kisses to the smooth skin there. “Don’t worry about it. I told her I’d be back tomorrow morning.” 

“But Andy, she knows you don’t have anywhere to stay.” You didn’t want to exactly say “Hey! Andy, you have no friends and your wife knows that!” but it was implied in a kinder way. Andy picked up on this, clearly deflecting when he just nodded in response and started to place more kisses up your forearm. 

Letting out a frustrated “hmph,” you let Andy carry on before he victoriously smiled at you.

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The vicious cycle went on throughout the course of Jacob’s trial as things between Andy and his wife got worse. Even though they both lived under the same roof, slept in the same bed, and put on a facade for Jacob, they were practically separated. One night Andy drunkenly showed up on your doorstep, confessing how he had come home to find Laurie with another man. In a fit of rage he let the cat out of the bag that he had been seeing you. Funny how things work. 

You knew they were both wrong, so instead of shaming either one of them, you just let Andy cling to you for comfort. When Andy was drunk, he was like a big child and if the circumstances were different, you’d been laughing, but rather you soothingly rubbed his back and listened as that’s all he needed. Someone who would just listen.

At three in the morning, he most definitely needed you as well when you found his head in the bowl of the toilet and not sleepily nestled in your neck. (Which was ironic as the two of you would be switching places very soon.)

Christmas came quick and along with it, many miracles, one being that Jacob was not convicted.

Just as Andy was in a rush to tell you the news, Laurie was even faster to serve the divorce papers to him. In a relationship, you and your partner are supposed to be able to push through tough times without breaking. With that being said, Andy and Laurie mutually agreed that they had failed and it was time they both quit lying to themselves. It was time for real happiness. 

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“(y/n) meet me at our favorite restaurant in thirty minutes.”

You were working on some case files for Neil, despite your hatred for him, and tried to tell Andy that you were busy at the moment. He didn’t listen but continued to insist that you meet him there. His tone wasn’t demanding, but it was...excited? Surely, Andy had been excited over things in his life, but you’d never actually heard the usually emotionless man speak with such ardor. 

Setting down the case files, you rushed to put on some real pants and a blouse, but nothing too fancy or flashy as you had no idea what was about to happen. 

When you arrived at the restaurant, Andy happily flagged you over. He wore the biggest smile ever and you were borderline concerned. What could have him this happy? Was he getting back with Laurie? As much as you wanted them to be a functioning family, you weren’t sure if you could deal with such heartbreak because Andy really did feel like the one. 

Ever the gentleman, Andy pulled out your chair and handed you a small bouquet as you sat in the wooden seat. Before he walked away, the man planted a smack of a kiss on your lips and hurried back to his seat since he saw the waiter out of the corner of his eye. As the waiter approached, you were just sitting there, the most shocked expression on your face as it settled within you what Andy had just done. Long ago when this whole fiasco began, you and Andy always kept it professional when out in public because so many people knew him and word could get out easily that he was cheating. 

The minute the waiter left, you were quick to chastise Andy who just laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world which left you a bit angered. 

Since the restaurant was quiet, you extended yourself across the table so Andy could hear your harsh muttering. 

“Do you realize what you just did, Barber?!” Andy shook his head in a content manner and at this point steam was about to emerge from your ears. Before all hell could break loose and you go ballistic, Andy cut in to explain. 

“Jacob, he’s a free man!” Andy looked at you with an awaiting smile and your face immediately softened, but for only a second as that didn’t explain why he was parading your relationship out like this. Didn’t he know what he was risking, not only for himself, but you.

Your counterpart noticed the sudden change of expression on your face and continued, “But among other things, I meant to tell you that Laurie and I got divorced recently.” 

“Oh hon, I am so sorry.” Reaching across the table, you comfortingly ran your thumb over the back of his hand, but he just shook his head in detest.

“No no, it’s not a bad thing because it just opened the gateway for this,” Andy pulled his hand away and went to dig in his coat pocket. You thought to yourself, no he couldn’t be-

“(y/n), I’m gonna make this short, but sweet. You mean the world to me and I could spend all night listing off why I love you, but that will never do justice, so instead, I ask that you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?” 

His cliche, yet utterly adorable speech could make a person’s heart melt and instantly say yes, but you’ve always been a thinker, and maybe Andy had accounted for that a bit in his proposal. 

“Andrew! You just got divorced!” In a semi-whisper slash hiss, you bent over so only he could hear, hiding your words from the prying onlookers as if you had top secret info spilling from your lips. 

“I know, but, (y/n), you are the one.” He looked a bit awkward being on his knee for so long and the ring box still patiently in hand as you processed his question. Nonetheless, Andy continued to hopefully smile at you, ignoring all of the whispers, until you excitedly replied “yes” just a mere second later, though it felt like ages for him. 

This proposal was definitely gonna be a story for generations. 

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You and Andy settled for a simple courthouse wedding with just your parents in attendance as witnesses. The two of you were never really used to flaunting your relationship, and even though you could now, it just wasn’t ideal. Besides, you had bigger things to worry about.

For example, when just a few weeks after your short-lived honeymoon, you noticed some changes and came to the conclusion that you were pregnant. 

One night, you casually brought up the idea of more kids to Andy to test the waters. 

“Hey love, you awake?”

Andy lifted his eyes from his book, no longer looking as if he was asleep. He nodded his head and set the book aside giving you his full attention. 

“What’s up, gorgeous?”

“I was thinking… what if we were to have a kid. Would you be opposed to that?”

The reaction on Andy’s face was most definitely not the one in mind and he looked as if you had asked him the most appalling question on earth. 

“(y/n), I love kids,” He chuckled a bit, “I thought I made that clear, you know, by being a dad and all.” 

His lame attempt at making a “joke” eased your nerves and you just came straightforward with the gold. 

“Andy, I think I am pregnant.” 

And faster than a predator can pounce, Andy was on you in seconds, his arms hugging you close as he whispered words of excitement. 

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Nine months later and that statement was very true as you held a bundle of joy in your arms. Your hours numb in pain couldn't even be compared to the gift that was before you. Andy could hardly keep his hands off your stomach for the past few months and he never failed to speak to your daughter as if she was actually there. Now that her presence was finally in the world, Andy was yet to look away from her small figure and his smile hadn’t withered the slightest. 

The nurse had stepped out a few minutes ago, giving both you and Andy some time and privacy with your newborn. Even though drowsiness overcame your body, you visibly forced yourself awake just to absorb all the time you could with her. Little ones grow up in a flash and you weren't going to miss a second if it was up to you.

Andy joined you in the hospital bed when you silently invited him in with a soft pat to the crinkly sheets. Once he snuggled up against your side, you carefully passed the little baby who was about to have her first contact with her father. 

As Andy played with her mini hands, you sleepily rested your head on his broad shoulder, watching the two and already figuring out that they’d be lifelong friends. 

“They always say with age comes wiseness, but darlin’, your momma gives that phrase a run for its money.”

You giggled at your husband’s words and propped up the little darling the smallest bit so she could “see” you and her dad. 

“Don’t listen to Daddy, munchkin. The grey in his beard says otherwise.” 

“Hey! I’m not that old, I was still able to knock-” Backhanding Andy’s leg caused him to dramatically cut his sentence short. There were plenty of years for him to taint your daughter’s innocence.

 As you observed the two, you noticed Andy gazed at her as if she hung the moon and stars for him, a familiar look he often gave you. Possibly from the lack of energy or just being enamored with the interaction, a sweet tear slipped from your own eye. Upon closer inspection, one could see that a subtle tear fell from the man beside you.

If Andrew Stephen Barber had known all those years ago he’d be here with a second chance at life, he would’ve never even waited another second to be with you. It’s funny how life can send you down the most twisted paths, yet have you come out with the most precious of gifts. 

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Comfort Films (For When It All Becomes Too Much)

Because sometimes all you can do is curl up in your comfiest clothes with your coziest blanket and forget the world for a while.

Sabrina (specifically the 90's version): Okay, maybe I'm just a slut for Harrison Ford, but this movie is like one of those dreams you never want to wake up from. Just soft and serene like slowly waking to the sound of La Vie En Rose playing on the street below and a soft breeze drifting through open windows and gauzy curtains. Simply put, it reminds me of what it means to dream.

The Aristocats: Speaking of Paris, or at least the aesthetic, this little animated work of art looks like an impressionist painting come to life. Granted, there are some definite problematic (and down-right racist) themes, but the beauty and the simplicity of this film is just *chef's kiss*. It's my go to when I need a little nostalgia and feel the need to mourn the loss of that childlike wonder that we all carried with us once upon a time.

Ever After: I've always been a sucker for a good princess story and this one is the best you could ever ask for. Drew Barrymore and Angelica Huston shine in this cinderella tale and it just puts a smile on my face every time I see it. Lighthearted and wonderful but never dull, nothing else will ever compare.

The Addams Family (1 & 2): Speaking of Angelica Huston, if you're in the mood for something a bit more macabre, you can never go wrong with the 90s version of the famed family. Unlike the remake a few years back (it was total and utter shit, by the way, but that's a story for another time) it is perfection incarnate and will undoubtedly make you want to change your last name to Addams and find a severed hand to snap along to a jaunty tune.

The Princess Bride: Arguably the most quotable movie (possibly ever?) on the list, The Princess Bride is my trusted favorite for days when I need a good laugh and a soft smile. Growing up, it was what I watched when I was sick and I cannot wait to one day play it for my kids when they're home sick. I think Carey Elwes said it best, "There's a shortage of perfect films in this world, it would be a shame to damage this one."

The Sound of Music: Ridiculously long and utterly beautiful, how can you not fall in love with the story of the Von Trapps? Not even mentioning the fact the Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer are extraordinarily captivating throughout the whole of it.

The Princess Diaries (1 & 2): Speaking of Julie Andrews, I must have seen the princess diaries a thousand times growing up. There was a time, during the pits of my depression, that I would watch these movies every day. It's such a comforting and wonderful story that just resonates with every little girl who ever dreamed of being a princess. And if there was ever a perfect sequel, this one was it.

P.S. I sob every time Breakaway plays in that one scene.

Indiana Jones (any of them): Whenever I'm craving adventure, I watch Indy. Maybe it's got something to do with Harrison Ford, maybe they're just really good. All I know is that I would give everything to team up with Dr. Jones for an adventure. And though Raiders is probably one of my favorite movies of all time, I actually would choose The Last Crusade as my favorite of the saga. But that said, they're all wonderful... even the fourth one which gets so much undue hate for the aliens but really was just as fanatical as the arc of the covenant melting people's faces off or some scary guy reaching into someone's chest to pull out their hearts (not gonna lie, that one scarred me for life). Either way, I love them all to pieces.

Honorable Mentions: The Goonies, Lilo & Stitch, Pretty Woman, Jurassic Park, Meet The Robinsons, Mamma Mia, Clue, & Gone With The Wind

So get yourself a cup of tea, find your fuzziest pair of socks, and just float for a while in someone else's story. It's all gonna be okay, I pinky swear.

[astranva]

Not One of Them.

// masterlist //

Word Count: 9.9k

Category: Fluff, single mom!Y/N

Warning: Some strong language. Slight mention of abortion. Not proof-read.

Note: time-skip to when covid-19 is dead ok

Summary: Harry is lyrically stuck, Y/N is the new big songwriter. She’s also a single mom to a 4-year-old girl.

Early italics are flashbacks.

..

When you’re a young mother, the world isn’t always the kindest, especially when no partner is in the picture.

While you were young, having had baby Faith when you were only 21, you applauded yourself for years for the effort you poured into raising a child alone – with the help of family and friends, and too many books and videos, but you get the point.

Faith wasn’t a mistake, you hate it when anyone even dares to imply so, but she was unplanned. You were in a toxic on-and-off relationship for 3 years, at some point believing that it might have been an open relationship because of the amount of times you caught your ex-boyfriend flirting with women and men right in front of you.

You had done your part after knowing that you were pregnant after one drunken night that led to a rough make-up session. You approached your ex, sat him down and broke the news;

“I’m pregnant.”

“Whose is it?” He had asked, face falling.

Yours scrunched up in anger, almost disgust at the implication. “Yours, you dumb-fuck! I don’t sleep around while I’m in a relationship like some people.” You had emphasized.

He ignored your comment, releasing a sigh. “You aren’t keeping it, are you?”

You were never against abortion. You were never against planned pregnancy. You had freaked out alright on your own when you were confirmed pregnant, but something inside you told you to hold on to the human inside of you, to that little bundle of oblivion – a little bundle of faith.

It was when he asked you that one question, his tone almost sure that you would abort the child, that you felt angry tears pool your eyes. “I am.”

He wasn’t ready to hear it and his wide eyes showed that, “Wh-What do you mean you are? I can’t have a fucking baby! This wasn’t supposed to get this real!”

“This real?” You had chuckled bitterly, “You stay with me for 3 years, fuck me over more than I can count then you always come crying for me, then tell me it wasn’t supposed to get this real?” You stood up, draping your bag over your shoulder, “I’m having the kid, Will. It’s over between us and-“ you gulped, swallowing back the tears as you pointed at him, “I never want to see you again.”

“You bet your fucking ass you won’t.” He had grumbled, tearing eye contact to look somewhere else but your death glare before you left.

 Besides the university halls, Will had managed to stay out of your sight and you were grateful for that. Pregnancy was a roller-coaster, one you definitely screamed during all ride of, but nothing and nobody prepared you for the moment when you gave birth to your little love.

Your roommate and best friend, Cece, had driven you to the hospital and notified the rest of your family and friends, and you were glad that during that very period of time, you had someone beside you.

It was when you held your little love that it all faded away; the pain, the loss, the confusion, the fright – everything faded away the moment your skin made contact with your daughter’s, watching her with pure love and admiration.

You hadn’t picked a name before that moment, only nodding and smiling to the showering of recommendation from people, but one name wasn’t recommended, not even mentioned.

“Faith. You’re my little Faith.”

“You’re looking a little sick, honey. Have you been eating well? You overwork yourself-”

“Mom, mom,” you laughed quietly, tearing your eyes from watching your daughter play with her cousins before looking at your mom beside you, “I’m alright. Last project was challenging, that’s all.”

“Who were you writing for this time?” your mom asked with pride and excitement, curious to know the name of yet another big celebrity her daughter had been working with.

“Adele.” You smirked as you sipped your juice, hearing your mom gasp with a hand to her heart before letting out a small squeal.

In her dungarees and sandals, Faith ran towards you, making you set your juice aside to welcome your daughter in your arms. “Mommy, did you see me win Tag?”

“Yes! You were amazing!” You hyped your daughter up, pressing a sloppy kiss on her cheek, making Faith giggle.

With Faith standing between your legs, talking to her grandma, you checked your watch. “Ah, shoot. I better get going.”

“Will you be here for bedtime story?” Faith asked, looking up at you as you slung on your tote bag and held your car key in one hand before kneeling in front of your daughter.

“I will be, baby. Don’t give Nana a hard time, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“I love you.” With one last hug and a kiss on her cheek, you smiled at your daughter who clung to your neck, pressing a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“I love you.” Faith replied, moving to stand with her nephew after waving at you as you left.

“Call me at any time if anything happens or if you need anything, Mom, yeah?” You said as you walked towards the door, your mother following behind.

“Wouldn’t want to disturb your wo-”

“Mom.” You stressed, turning to look at your mom, “Nothing like that. I’ll get going. Thank you for watching her.”

“Oh, don’t thank me. You know I love spending time with little Faith more than anything. Drive safely, honey.”

//

“Hey, Andrew, got you a donut.” You beamed as you approached the studio’s receptionist, a 19-year-old intern.

“You’re an angel.” Andrew sighed in contentment as he opened the box containing his donut before looking at you, “Just adopt me. I guarantee I’ll be the best brother to Faith.”

You laughed, “Think having a 19-year-old son will make me feel old. I’ll pass.”

“Dammit.” Andrew shook his head jokingly. “Meeting with Jeffery Azoff, huh?”

“Yeah, do you know if he got here yet?”

“Like 3 minutes ago.”

You checked your watch again, finding that it was just on time for your scheduled meeting, feeling glad that you weren’t late.

“Alright, I’ll see you on the way out.” You waved at Andrew who nodded at you while raising his donut before you set off down the hall and into the elevator.

Walking out and down the hallway, you approached the room you had agreed to meet Jeffrey in before knocking softly, hearing a distant “come in!”

Gently opening the door and sticking your head inside, your eyes moved to the couch where 2 men looked up at you; one was Jeffrey – you had seen pictures of him from when you worked once with his father – and the other was, undoubtedly in your mind, none other than Harry Styles.

“Y/N?” Jeff asked, him and Harry standing as you walked in and closed the door behind you, approaching them.

“Yes,” you smiled, reaching for a handshake which he had happily accepted, “It’s great meeting you.”

Harry’s eyes were set on you, a small smile on his face that did everything but mirror the surprise he felt. He wasn’t sure why; he didn’t have any expectations but he certainly didn’t expect to see someone as radiant as you were.

You looked at him next with a polite smile as you reached for a handshake, “Pleasure meeting you. I’m a huge fan of your work.”

And God, his stomach flipped and his face flushed at the comment, feeling shy under your gaze as he shook your hand, “Thank you so much. Can say the same about your work, you’re very talented.”

“Thanks!” You beamed before motioning towards the couch, the 3 of you sitting down; Harry and Jeff on the couch, you on a chair across from them. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“No, thanks. Had the biggest cup of coffee just before coming here.” Jeff replied.

You turned to look at Harry, smiling and nodding when he raised his bottle of water.

“Alright, let’s get into it,” you leaned forward, “How can I help you?”

Jeff looked at Harry, signaling for him to talk.

“I know it hasn’t been a year since I released Fine Line,” Harry moved his hands as he talked, looking at the carpeted floor underneath him before looking up at you, “But I’ve been writing ever since but- something is missing. Something is wrong. I wrote 9 tracks so far, all of them are unfinished because I just feel like they’re missing something. I have the idea, have the concepts, sometimes I have the tunes,” he counted on his fingers, “But I can’t finish one song. It’s like I’m, like,” he shrugged, trying to find the right word.

“Stuck?” You suggested, staring at him with an assuring expression which he found soothing.

Harry’s body slumped, tilting his head slightly as he looked back at you and a soft, small smile made its way to his face at how you understood. “Yeah,” he nodded, “Yeah, stuck. That’s the word.”

“I get you,” you assured him, “Do you guys have any sort of deadline?”

“No, not really, no. Not yet.” Jeff shook his head.

“Great,” you clapped, your eyebrows going up, “Do you have any of these tracks’ lyrics now?”

“Yeah, lemme just-“ Harry reached beside him, holding his tote bag to take out his journal.

“Hey!” You grinned, grabbing his attention and making him look at you, seeing you holding out your tote bag to him.

You matched; right on the fabric in the middle was an illustrated design of a small cactus plant pot.

“I have the same one!” You looked down at yours before looking at him, Harry mirroring your actions before a grin broke out on his face.

“Well then, Y/N, it’s set. These will be the best songwriting sessions of the century. It’s fate.” He said dramatically in a joking manner, making you laugh quietly as you set your bag aside and he fished out his journal.

Flipping through the pages, he handed you his journal so you can see one of the songs he had half-written, watching as leaned back on the comfy chair, holding the journal in your hands and reading.

It was excruciating. Harry grew nervous, feeling funny in his stomach and he tried to convince himself that it might be the salad he had eaten prior to that meeting, and not that he was nervous you’d think he was the worst songwriter to-date.

He watched your eyes, taking notice of how you didn’t skim through the words, but read them carefully and taking your time to do so.

“This is really beautiful, Harry.” You said softly, eyes still on the page before looking up at him, oblivious to the breath Harry let out, “Really beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He smiled, discreetly wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.

“Not much damage really. The concept is clear. Post-breakup song.” You said, handing him his journal.

Harry nodded, confirming.

“Are the rest like that, too?”

“Not really,” Harry shook his head, “Figured that the last album had too many of that.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I understand. Just- I say take your time, honestly. I’ll help you with the songs you have, maybe we’d get inspired along the way to write new stuff, too, but you don’t want to force anything, you know? Sometimes some lyrics just aren’t meant to be, you know?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He nodded.

“Don’t you worry,” you gave him a smile, “It’ll all work out.”

“Well, so do we have a deal?” Jeff asked with a smile, opening his arms.

“I’m in.”

Maybe it was because you said that as you looked at him, or maybe it was because he knew of how crazy talented you were – he had spoken to his good friend Ed Sheeran a week prior and Ed had sworn up and down on your talent and how “bloody lovely! Like a little bird” you were – or maybe it your smile – hell, it might be a combination of all that, but Harry was ecstatic to work with you.

“I’m very excited to work with you, Y/N.” Harry had said with a smile of his own.

“Likewise, Harry. It isn’t that common to find artists as real as you are.”

God, what was with your compliments that had him blushing?

“It’s a pleasure, Y/N,” Jeff, too, had said. “Let’s talk busi-”

“Let’s do that over lunch.” You pointed at him, standing up, “My treat.”

“You always this friendly with clients?” Harry joked with an amused smile, staring up at you.

But your smile dropped and instead, your face twisted to worry. “Oh God, I hope I’m not stepping boundaries. It’s just always a good idea to warm up to each other and- I’m sorry, you probably think this is unpro-”

“Hey, hey, no,” Harry was quick to stand, holding his hands out, “I didn’t mean it like that. I genuinely think you’re friendly. Half of the songwriters I worked with were strict and- Shit, no. Lunch sounds wonderful. Really wonderful.”

He felt like an ass. A proper one. He hadn’t meant to make you feel like you were too friendly but that didn’t turn out as well as he had thought.

“We’d love to, really. Besides, it’s probably a great idea that you and Harry know each other so the sessions can go smooth.” Jeff added, standing up.

At this, Harry found himself smiling when the smile returned to your face. “In that case, there’s a place nearby that makes amazing sandwiches and desserts.”

Jeff’s mind was squeaking from its gears working. There weren’t many people on this planet who were purely kind, and it was something he admired in Harry. But at that moment, Jeff knew he had met one more person who was genuinely kind, just like his best friend and “client” – he hated calling Harry that – and it was proof when you insisted that you could give them a ride to and from the place instead of them following behind you or using the GPS, Jeff sitting in the passenger seat during the ride to the place while Harry sat at the back.

The place was a 5-tabeled one, nothing big. One wall was decorated with polaroids of customers, the waiters and waitresses, the chefs, and another with colorful stick-notes with messages from customers. It was a lowkey place, one that Harry hadn’t visited during all his trips to the studio until that moment.

“Hey, Y/N!” The woman behind the counter beamed as she waved.

“Hi, Soph! How are you?”

Soph stood from the chair she was sitting on, taking a few steps back to show her pregnant bump, putting one hand to it, “Ready to pop!”

You had motioned towards a table to Harry and Jeff who were quietly watching the interaction.

You gasped, “Look at you! And you’re still coming to work? What a queen.”

Soph shrugged, sitting back down, “Got mouths to feed and a self to pamper.” She said before waving at Harry and Jeff, “Hello, gentlemen.”

Jeff waved with a smile while Harry added, “Hello! Congratulations on your pregnancy.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Styles.” Soph replied.

Harry liked it. The no-freaking-out. How homey it all felt.

“Rick will be with you in a sec.” Soph said.

You, Harry, and Jeff sat on the circular table, both Harry and you hanging your tote bags on their chairs.

“You come here often, huh?” Harry started the conversation, crossing his arms on the table and leaning forward.

“You have no idea. You’d think I don’t know anywhere else.” You chuckled, “Been coming here ever since I was in college.”

Harry’s eyebrows went up in surprise, “Really? How long ago was that?”

“Graduated 3 years ago, first came when I was 19 so that’s about 6 years.”

“True loyal customer you are.” Harry said.

“What did you study, Y/N?” Jeff asked.

“Music composition. Was the disgrace of the family.” You joked, “Definitely had no idea the entire time if I would actually work or not.”

“But look at you now, one of the best.” Harry motioned towards you.

You waved him off with a bashful smile, “None of that. I still have no idea what I’m doing most of the time, I just get paid now.”

“Who even knows what they’re doing now?” Harry rhetorically asked, “We’re just, going with the flow.”

“Word, sir. Word.” They heard, the 3 of them turning to see the waiter – Rick – by their table.

Harry laughed, “Right?”

“Absolutely. I don’t remember the last time my plans didn’t get fucked. Just riding now.” Rick shrugged.

Harry raised his fist up for a bump, Rick bumping his fist into Harry’s.

Time seemed to pass as Harry and Jeff let you order for them, talking about the music industry and sharing funny stories while at it, as well as you had discussed your own business as you ate the club sandwiches and sipped on the iced tea.

“What are you doing?” You asked with a funny face as Harry took out his wallet after you had asked for the check.

“Paying?”

“Yeah, no. Said it’d be my treat.” You pointed at him, raising one eyebrow with a smile.

“Come on, I can’t just let you pay for us on the first day we meet.”

“Let’s at least split the bill.” Jeff suggested, watching as you shook your head.

“Absolutely not.” And with that, you stood up and walked towards Soph, paying for the food.

“How much do you want to bet that something will happen between the both of you?” Jeff asked quickly with a smirk, looking at Harry with a knowing look.

Harry’s eyes widened, tearing his gaze from being on you to his friend and manager, “What?”

“How much?”

“I just met her.” Harry tried to reason with him, finding Jeff to be bizarre and irrational. Hopeful, but irrational.

Jeff only gave him a shrug, “That’s a first.”

“That’s enough rom-coms at night for you, Jeffrey.”

At the sight of you walking back towards them, they both stopped talking and instead, smiled. “All sorted.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N. You really didn’t have to.” Harry stood, slinging his tote bag on his shoulder.

“I wanted to. Please don’t mention it.” You had smiled as you replied, the 3 of you putting back your chairs. “Bye, Soph!”

“Bye, sweetie!”

“Congratulations again on your pregnancy and good luck.” Harry put both hands together, pursing his lips into a polite smile at the woman behind the counter.

“You’re a sweetheart. Thank you, kind sir.” Soph joked, tipping an imaginary hat at him to which Harry responded to by holding up the tips of his imaginary skirt, putting one foot behind the other in a curtsy making you giggle.

With no spoken words, Jeff was quick to get into the backseat, pursing his lips to stifle his laughter at Harry’s face, who looked at him with wide eyes and an expression that screamed “What the fuck are you doing?” but he got into the passenger seat nonetheless, oblivious to the light shade of red that visited his cheeks but aware of the heat his face seemed to radiate.

The ride back to the studio wasn’t quiet. The radio was on for some background music but you and Harry were too engaged in a conversation to take notice of the songs playing. Anyone could have asked you what even started the conversation of French toast and you wouldn’t know how to reply because none of you knew how you suddenly began talking about French toast.

“Have you tried soaking the toast in lemon?” You asked, tone excited and face breaking into an eager smile.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, “Haven’t, no. How good is it?”

“God, it’s,” you shook your head, almost closing your eyes in delight as if you tasted the toast that moment but refrained because you were driving, “It’s so good.”

So what Harry secretly wished the ride was longer? He wanted to talk about French toast. That was definitely why.

“Y/N, it’s a pleasure working with you.” Jeff said, “Thank you for the food.”

“It’s no problem.” You smiled at him, turning around to look at him once you were parked.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.” Jeff said, patting Harry’s shoulder before getting out of the car.

Harry took a breath, slapping his hands against his thighs, “Well, that was fun.”

You nodded, looking back at him with a bashful smile that you mentally scolded yourself for; why were you getting bashful?

“Is it alright if I take your number from Jeff?” Harry asked quickly, “Uh, so we can schedule meeting up for the sessions.” He quickly added, “The writing sessions.” He nearly cringed at his addition and he guessed you caught on because you giggled quietly before straightening your posture.

“Actually, Jeff has my business number. Maybe you can just, take my personal one so I can reply faster. You know, the sooner the better.” You cleared your throat, nodding to yourself.

Harry’s lips stretched into a side smile as he looked at you before he coughed and nodded, “Definitely. The sooner you reply, the sooner we meet. For the writing sessions.”

“Yeah and I can give you the lemon toast recipe.” You said before your eyebrows rose up, “For business purposes, of course.”

Harry’s smile widened at that, holding out his phone for you to take after he unlocked it. “I’d love that.”

You typed in your number before handing his phone back to him, watching as Harry glanced down at it before your phone began ringing, “And that’s mine.” He said, watching you unlock you phone and type before you locked it back.

“Then it’s settled.”

“I’ll text you.” He smiled before opening the door and standing out, ducking to look at you, “Next time, lunch is on me.” And with that, Harry gave you a wave before closing the door and walking away, only giving you a smile over your shoulder and another wave before getting into the car with Jeff.

After getting some snacks from the grocery’s with a shit-eating grin on your face, you drove back to your mom’s to pick Faith up.

You stood on the other side of your car, watching the door open before you saw Faith, her backpack on her back with her grandma standing behind her.

At the sight of her Mommy, Faith was quick to grin before running to you and into you arms as if she hadn’t seen you 4 hours ago.

You hugged your daughter, pressing a kiss to her hair as you did. “Did you have fun?”

Faith nodded before she pulled away from the hug, still keeping her arms around you, “What about you? Did you have fun, Mommy?”

You almost blushed as you remembered, opting to reply a simple reply instead of getting into details. “I did. Ready to go?”

//

After giving Faith a shower and giving yourself one, too, you and Faith were sat in the comfort of your cozy apartment, sitting on the couch and watching The Greatest Showman for the umpteenth time seen as it was Faith’s favorite. With her cheddar cheese and lettuce sandwich in her right hand and favorite dinosaur toy in the other – a “Megalosaurus not a T-Rex, Mommy” – Faith was cuddling into your side while one hand of yours played with her wild hair as the other tapped absentmindedly on your phone’s screen, eyes set on the television.

“And if it’s crazy, live a little crazy.” Faith sang along with Hugh Jackman, eyes wide as if she was seeing the movie for the first time.

“You can play it sensible, a king of conventional.” You joined her, peppering kisses on her cheek causing her to squeal and giggle.

As Faith sang along with the song, you opened your phone’s camera before switching it to video, flipping the camera so that it was the front one. You started recording, the screen showing you your face as you smiled with pride, tilting it so Faith was shown as she sang, unaware of you recording.

Only 12 seconds into the video, a message pop-up had your eyes traveling to it, falling on a text preview from none other than the young man you were with that day – Harry.

‘Hey, Y/N. Sorry to bother but would you be able to send me that lemon toast recipe? Might treat myself to it tomorrow morning. Sorry for the bother. :) Harry’

After stopping the video and opening the text and reading it, if it weren’t for Faith, you wouldn’t have known that you had a grin on your face.

“Why are you smiling so big? Did Auntie Cece send a picture of her cat?” She had asked, looking up at you with curiosity.

Looking down at her, you laughed slightly at yourself. “No, she didn’t.”

“You look happy.”

There were many things you loved about your daughter, many things you were in awe at. As only a kid, Faith was one of the most empathetic people in your life and that moment as you both cuddled on the couch was proof.

With a matching grin, Faith’s eyes twinkled with glee at the sight of her smiling mom, curious to know the reason.

“They aren’t singing This Is Me yet!” Faith added, knowing that the both of you usually laughed and giggled while singing that song, only because you always sang it so dramatically and at the top of your lungs.

“Just happy you’re finally done with the sandwich because now I can do this!” And with that, you tickled her, Faith breaking into laughter and giggles as she tried to stop you.

5 minutes later, Faith was back to watching the movie while you typed a reply.

‘hey, harry! it isn’t a bother 😊 i’ll write it down and send it in a moment :))’

‘Thank you! x’

And you wrote it down and sent it to him, adding little notes, too just to make sure that he perfected the toast.

‘let me know how that goes for you :) x’

‘Will do, love. Talk to you soon. Goodnight :) x’

‘goodnight, harry x’

As if your little love took that as a sign, you looked down at her as you felt her body grow heavier against you and noticed her breath get steady, seeing her eyes closed as she snoozed.

Carefully, you turned off the television before holding her with your arm so she didn’t fall down as you stood, bending to carry her before kneeling a little to grab her fallen dinosaur, letting out a tiny groan as your back ached.

Tucking her in her bed, you sat beside her for a moment, brushing her hair back softly before bending to kiss her forehead.

“Story?” She sleepily asked, struggling to open her eyes.

You chuckled, “You’re already asleep, nugget.”

She hummed, still struggling to open her eyes, “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled before standing up, walking towards her small vanity and turning on her star light lamp.

Just as you were out of the door, you lingered, turning to look back at your daughter, “Was I really smiling big?”

In her sleepy state, Faith managed to reply. “Very big, Mommy.”

You chuckled to yourself and shook your head before walking out and towards your own room.

//

Harry felt like a kid. He was too excited that morning to get up and get on with his breakfast, wanting to deny that it wasn’t because he wanted a reason to text you, but who was he trying to lie to? No one, he was alone.

He followed the recipe, chuckling and laughing to himself during some moments when he was about to fall for some mistakes before reading your notes and saving his toasts, as if you were sitting right there and monitoring him.

His playlist was playing from his phone that he held in his hand, and he was humming along as he placed the two toasts on a plate before adding some powdered sugar to them and grabbing his juice.

Before eating, Harry had taken his time in taking a picture of his breakfast, thankful for the natural light his kitchen window was giving for his little photoshoot.

He was just as much nervous as excited as he sliced up a piece before taking a bite, taking his time to taste his work and his eyebrows shot up and he blinked twice in surprise.

It was so good.

While eating another slice, Harry held his phone and opened his messages app, going to your contact.

Attaching the best picture from his breakfast photoshoot, he added a text with it,

‘Tastes incredible! Would have burned it to coal if it weren’t for your notes hahah x’

And he put his phone back on the table, open at your messages as he continued eating while listening to music.

He was mid-sip of his juice when you replied and Harry hated how excited he got because the next thing he knew, he was having a coughing fit that had him go tearful before finally calming down.

‘looks incredible, too! oh trust me, i know. burned a fair amount of toasts on my own so i decided to spare you the damage. you’re a quick learner :)) x’

That morning, you and Harry exchanged multiple texts, drifting from his breakfast to how you both wished to have dogs.

It was around 4 when you were driving back with Faith from her gymnastics practice when Harry called, thankfully just as you were unlocking the door to your apartment.

“Hey.” You smiled to yourself as you answered, taking off your shoes by the door beside Faith’s before closing the door behind you, watching as Faith went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

“Hi,” Harry, too, was smiling to himself as he held the phone close to his ear, “I was walking around and I found this tiny restaurant that reminded me of where you took us yesterday and, apparently they make the best Italian pizza. Was wondering if you wanted to grab pizza with me and we can talk about, you know,” he chuckled, “The sessions.”

You thought, mind instantly going to who would watch Faith as you went before your eyes fell on your daughter who came back, whispering to you if she should wait for you in the bathroom seen as you were on the phone.

“One second,” you said to Harry before moving the phone from your ear and muting the sound, “Yeah, baby, do that. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

You unmuted, “Hey, sorry about that.”

“No worries.”

He was growing nervous at how you were yet to reply to his suggestion, having already had been nervous enough to suggest and call in the first place.

“Pizza and talking sound lovely.”

He released a breath, smiling to himself. “Great, great! Pick you up at 6?”

“Sure, yeah. 6 is great. I’ll go now. See you soon, Harry.”

“See you soon, Y/N.”

You didn’t trust strangers to watch your daughter, didn’t exactly trust strangers in your house unattended, too. It’s why at times when you couldn’t drive the 40-minute drive to your mom’s, your best friend, Cece, was always your go-to and that was especially nice because she also lived two buildings away.

Cece’s job was one from her home, making food and delivering it to people while she managed her business on her own through social media and it was why most of the time, she was home and always happy to have her goddaughter keep her company.

After calling Cece to make sure she was okay with babysitting Faith for some time and her assuring you that she was, you prepared dinner for your daughter after giving her a shower.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me leaving, baby?” You asked as you sat with Faith while she ate the pasta you made her.

It wasn’t frequent of you to leave Faith for anything but work. Maybe for a night out with some friends every now and then but you always went out with them for 3 hours tops before you began feeling guilty for leaving your daughter and going back to get her so you can spend time together instead.

And it wasn’t like you were frequently going on dates either. Cece had pushed you into it when Faith was 2, and you did go out a few times with different people, all whom you never heard of whenever they knew that you had a daughter and then you decided that maybe the single mom life was just too welcoming of you.

Hell, you didn’t know whether you should call having pizza with Harry a date. It wasn’t, was it? Not that you’d mind but it was for business, wasn’t it? Strictly business. Or maybe it wasn’t and that was fine by you- and now you were beginning to feel like a teenager again. Great.

“Mommy,” Your 4-year-old huffed, rolling her eyes, “I’m a big girl. You should have more fun.”

You couldn’t believe that you were getting advice from a 4-year-old, especially your daughter, but you deserved that.

“When did you get so big?” You rhetorically asked, “Thank you for being understanding, Nugget.”

Faith smiled at you, kicking her legs as she ate. “Where are you going?”

Now that question you weren’t prepared for, as much as you thought about it.

You couldn’t risk telling too much to Faith, knowing that she got excited over new people and couldn’t risk disappointing her if Harry ended up being, well, not one to stick or friendly to kids of single moms.

But at the same time, your daughter was your best friend. It was because of your honesty with her and how you acknowledge her and treat her that she was an understanding and empathetic person who could hold a conversation.

“Well, you know Harry Styles? The man who sings Canyon Moon?” You asked, knowing that that song was on her top favorite songs list after she had heard it once on the radio as you were driving her to her practice.

She nodded, “The pretty man with drawings?”

She had been curious to see the face behind her favorite song and once you showed her a picture, her smile got big and she had said that he was “very pretty” and had “nice drawings that she wanted to color in” meaning his tattoos.

You chuckled, “Yes, that one.” Again, Faith nodded. “Well, I’m helping him with his songs and I’m going to have dinner with him tonight.” You said, crossing your arms on the table.

Faith dropped her fork, looking at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, causing you to laugh heartfully at your daughter. “Mommy, really?!”

You nodded, opening your phone’s camera to record her, Faith not caring.

“Mommy you’re meeting Harry Styles!”

“I am,” you laughed, “Are you happy?”

“Very happy I’m going to cry!” She gasped, “Can I see him? Please, Mommy, please!”

“I don’t know, Nugget. I might have to ask him.”

“Do you think he’ll say no?” She frowned, “I can wear my Harry dress!”

And by her Harry dress, she meant the Fine Line black tee you had bought her, and even though it was sized small, she was only a toddler so you had resulted for her to wear it as a dress after you had trimmed it and its sleeves and had your mom fit it as tight as she could without damaging it. Needless to say, whenever your daughter wore the oversized tee dress, you had to snap multiple pictures of her because she always looked too adorable and fashionable in it.

“I don’t know what he’ll say but I’ll ask him. And yes, you can. You always look adorable in it.” You smiled, still recording her.

“Can you tell him I love his songs? I love Canyon Moon so much an-Oh! And Sunflower, too!” She grinned, “Are you going to show him this video?” Faith asked as she looked at you.

You shrugged, “You want me to?”

She nodded excitedly before looking at the camera, “Mr. Harry, I love you very much, sir. I hope I can see you but Mommy said she’ll ask you so please say yes. Make Mommy happy, not sad. Goodnight, sir.”

Your heart might have as well exploded that moment as she waved before you ended the video.

As if he was waiting for you to finish, your phone began ringing the moment you stopped recording, finding Harry calling you which made you instantly pick up the moment Faith began eating again.

“Hey, do you like strawberries?” He asked, the moment you picked up.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but a silly smile took over your face nonetheless, “Uh, yes?”

“Alright, great. I’ll see you soon. Bye!”

//

To make matters easier, once Harry had texted you that he was 2 minutes away, you grabbed your bag and left your apartment and into the elevator before walking outside your building, just in time to see a yellow Ferrari Dino pull up.

You smiled at him, watching as he parked before getting out, “Did I keep you waiting for long?” He asked as he approached you.

“No, just came down.” You answered, watching as he reluctantly slightly opened his arms. He was a hugger.

You wrapped your arms around him in a greeting hug, taking notice of how good he smelled. Just as good as he looked; he was in off-white textured knit Wales Bonner polo, paired with his Gucci flared denim pants and off-white Converse. Nobody should be allowed to look that good in casual clothes.

It wasn’t like Harry’s mind wasn’t doing flips at that moment, too. Instead of smelling like overpriced perfume, you smelled like coconut and roses; a refreshing smell that made Harry’s smile deepen enough for his dimple to make appearance. You, too, were in casual clothes; violet colored cropped culottes, a white tee tucked inside, white sneakers on, a black and white cross-bag and your hair was up in a messy ponytail that was kept by a hairband but you wrapped a black and white head bandana around the band just for the looks.

You looked effortlessly beautiful.

You both walked to his car, Harry opening the door for you before grabbing something from the passenger seat before you sat – a bouquet of strawberries.

“Didn’t know what type of flowers you like so,” he said before extending the bouquet towards you with sweetest and giddiest smile, “Hope that’s okay.”

You almost melted, your face changing to a pout as your head tilted to look at him while you accepted the bouquet, “This is so nice of you. Thank you, I love it.”

Alright so you don’t get strawberry bouquets to people you aren’t going on dates with, right?

The ride to the little pizzeria was nice – comfortably nice. You had shared the strawberries there and your stomach did a thousand flips when you offered Harry one only to have him open his mouth,

“I’m driving.”

And then he opened his mouth again, biting the strawberry you offered with your hand, laughing when it was about to drip on him if it weren’t for your fast reflexes – thank motherhood for that – as you held out your other hand beneath his chin.

By sharing strawberries, you mean you ate some as well as fed Harry some.

You both mentally took notice of how conversations flowed so effortlessly between you, as if you had met years ago and not just a day. Hell, even the texts were random and messy as well as entertaining and fun.

The drive wasn’t a long one, only about 20 minutes before Harry was parking in front of a place called ‘La Pizza’.

You both went outside the car, you waiting for Harry by your side as he walked towards you.

You might as well have melted right there and then when you felt Harry’s hand, very gently, on your back. It was very gentle, you almost didn’t notice and you felt that he was just making sure that he wasn’t making you uncomfortable but it was a reflex action of his. Nonetheless, you appreciated the concern and decided to show him that it was okay to touch you when you touched his arm as you both walked through the door.

Harry gulped, feeling hot as you touched him and he almost scolded himself because it only lasted for a second, yet there he was, getting flustered already. What the fuck was going on with him?

A waitress greeted the both of you, smiling widely as she motioned for you to follow her inside the place.

“There are more tables on the roof, would you want to check that?”

Harry looked at you the same moment you did at him, both of you nodding to each other to say that you wouldn’t mind.

“That would be great, thank you.” Harry said, smiling politely at the waitress who nodded and walked in front of you with the both of you following her up the stairs, Harry’s hand now more comfortably on your back as he walked behind you.

The roof was beautiful; cliché but beautiful fairy lights of small globe bulbs hung above the place, only 3 tables there, each at a good amount of distance from each other.

“Would you want to sit here or downstairs?”

Harry looked at you, you giving him a nod. “Here would be fine.”

The waitress nodded before guiding you towards a 2-chaired table. Harry had sat you down first before moving to his chair.

“Thank you.” You both said in unison as the waiter placed 2 menus in front of the both of you.

“I’ll be back to take your orders.” She smiled before leaving.

“Looks good.” You smiled at him before looking down at the menu.

“Didn’t know they had a roof.” Harry said, “This saved me.” He chuckled.

You looked up with confusion, “Saved you from what?”

Harry shrugged, now growing nervous. “Uh, wasn’t sure if taking you out for the first time here was chivalrous enough because it felt too casual, like a friends thing and not a date but now here seems right.”

He wished the ground he was on would split and swallow him whole. Wished to crawl up a hole and cry.

There were things he was practicing on on the way to you; like how he would hide that he was a nervous wreck, how he was excited to spend time with you, how he knew almost every single song you worked on, and finally, how he wouldn’t spill that he thought that was a date, no matter how much he wanted it to be.

You were amused. Contrary to how Harry truly felt, you thought it was nice that he was straightforward.

“Figured this wasn’t too casual the moment you gave me the strawberry bouquet, Harry.” You smiled, assuring him that you were okay with this being a date.

Looks like it wasn’t business after all.

Harry chuckled, raising an eyebrow, “That was nice, wasn’t it?”

You laughed, “Yes. Don’t think I was ever given a bouquet of fruit so yeah. Really nice.”

You both went through the menu, commenting on some plates and ingredients as you did and contemplating together.

“Maybe we should just get two pizzas and share, so we can try more than one option.” You suggested.

“Good idea.” He agreed, “What do you think of Quattro Formaggi?”

“Ooo, yes.” You then pointed on another topping, “Pizza Melanzane?”

“Yes.” Harry closed his menu with a nod.

Shortly after, your waitress came back and took your order before leaving.

“Finished a song yesterday.”

Your eyes widened as you took a sip of water before putting the glass back down, “Really?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah. A new one.”

“You mean you wrote a new one? Not finished writing one you already had?”

Again, he nodded, putting his arms on the table. “New. Very much new.”

You grinned at him, “That’s amazing. What is it about?”

Alright maybe he didn’t think that one through. He did write a song the previous night and he was proud of it and his gut did tell him that it would make it to the list of his next album, but telling you about it on your first – and he hoped it wasn’t the last – date? Well, not so ideal.

“It’s about opening up to someone new. Trying love again and unraveling yourself to the other person.”

Maybe it was because of your situation, but your breath hitched in your throat.

“You know when you get fucked from an ex and love as whole and you think that you don’t want to go through that again and you, like, close off,” Harry explained, “And it’s like you’re immune to feeling any sort of love or interest in anyone after that. Sure, maybe some sexual attraction here and there, but never something wholesome, you know?” He motioned with one of his rings clad hands as he talked, “But then you meet someone and you feel like a teenager or something,” he chuckled, “And it’s a nice feeling, it’s wonderful, that you start thinking that, hey,” he tilted his head, “Maybe I can do this again.”

You were speechless.

You were a woman of words, hell, you worked with words, but right then, you barely remembered the alphabets.

“You- You get me, right?” Harry asked.

You broke out of your trance, nodding absentmindedly, “Yeah, yeah, I,” you paused, an airy chuckle leaving your throat, “Man do I get you.”

He smiled in amusement, “Relatable?”

“Too much, you had me by surprise.” You answered honestly, releasing a breath.

It wasn’t a surprise to Harry that somebody broke your heart; it was always the good ones who got their hearts broken and got fucked over, always the givers.

But he couldn’t shake the feeling of shock at who would possibly have you at arm’s length, with the ability to kiss and cuddle you, and decide to break your heart?

See, maybe Harry had just met you but you know when you meet someone good. Someone kind. Especially when you’re in an industry that is full of shitty people and too many cold snobs.

“When was it?”

You understood his question, understanding that he meant to ask you about when your heart got broken – when somebody fucked you over.

“5 years ago.” You answered, “You?”

“2.”

“Cheers.” You joked, raising your glass of water to clink it to his, chuckling when he did clink them.

“5 years is a long time.” He commented, gentle with his tone as were his eyes.

“It is,” you agreed, “Got over him, really.”

“You met someone after?”

His question made you think again of your answer, causing you to giggle before correcting yourself, “Got over him as a person but not over the whole thing.”

Harry chuckled, “So no.”

You shook your head, “No. Didn’t have the heart to.” And even though your sentence carried double meanings, you took a mental note of that same sentence just for future songwriting sessions. “What about you? Met anyone after it?”

“Not really,” he shook his head, “Friends set me up with some people but it never went further than a day.”

“You don’t click?”

“No,” Harry answered before a small smile made its way to his face, “I didn’t.”

Your face grew hot, breaking eye contact to glance beside you for a moment.

“How long did it take to write that song yesterday?” You asked, turning back to look at him, growing more flustered to see that he was already looking at you with the same smile.

“Think 25 minutes.”

Your eyes widened, “Inspiration really did hit you, Harry, huh?”

“Grabbed the journal and guitar and I just ran to the studio at home, and it just,” he shrugged, “Happened.”

“Let it keep hitting you like that and we won’t be working together.” You said with a smirk.

“Then I’ll purposely distract myself whenever it hits me so I can see you.” Harry was quick to reply, a smug smile of his own on his face.

“Oh my God.” You whispered under your breath, shaking your head as you covered your face, hearing Harry laugh before feeling his hands on yours, guiding them down.

Shortly after, your waitress was back with your orders; both pizzas looking mouthwatering.

You and Harry decided against utensils, exchanging slices with your hands and granted, as Harry had said, they did make the best Italian pizza.

//

After the pizza and paying, you and Harry had grabbed ice cream from the parlor right next to the pizzeria before sitting in the car, remaining parked as you laughed about everything and anything.

“And I had no idea that Paul McCartney was right behind me the entire time. It was awful!” You finished, laughing more at how hard Harry was laughing at your story.

“Would’ve changed my name and moved out of this planet if I were you.” He teased you as he regained his breath.

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, rolling your eyes at him.

Harry laughed, reaching out to place a hand on yours, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Embarrassing shit happens to me everyday, too. On stage is the worst.”

You tried to ignore the tingly feeling that rushed within you at his hand over yours, but good heavens, you were a goner. “The falls?”

“At some point I thought it was good my tour got postponed because I see myself falling during most of the songs. Imagine Watermelon Sugar, I’d be a clown.”

You laughed, “Probably so,” you teased him, batting your eyelashes jokingly when he feigned shock, “But really, you’re an amazing performer. I actually have been to one of your shows once.”

Harry’s eyes widened and as did his smile, “No way.”

You nodded, “The one in Glasgow in November.”  

“You’re telling me that we were in the same room and-“ Harry paused, shaking his heads as he let out a chuckle of disbelief, “Wow. Alright. Did you have anyone with you?”

“Was just me and Faith.” You answered nonchalantly, only realizing once you did before your looked intently at Harry.

“Is that a best friend?” He asked, “Did they enjoy the show?”

“She did, yeah. Very actually,” You chuckled, remember how surprised you were at how 2-year-old Faith at the time was actually very interested and was dancing in your arms the entire time. “And she is my best friend at some point but she’s my daughter.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting but you definitely weren’t expecting Harry to grin excitedly.

“You have a daughter?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded, a small smile on your face as you inspected him, “I do. She turns 5 in December.”

Harry only seemed to get more excited at the news, which made your heart flutter at the sight of.

“Do you have a picture?”

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled more then, eager to show him your beautiful girl before unlocking your phone and opening your photos album, only to find the most recent addition to it – the video. “Hey, actually, she wanted me to show you something.”

You gave Harry the phone to watch better, most of the time keeping your eyes on him. Harry’s cheeks sported a shade of red at how highly your daughter spoke of him, laughing and giggling to himself as he watched.

“Nooo, I won’t say no. I’d love to meet her.” He cooed, continuing to watch.

As the video ended, Harry handed you back the phone, “Please let me meet her. And what’s that Harry dress?”

And so you told him about your adventure with the tee, to which his heart seemed to grow a thousand times more at.

“I wasn’t aware kids loved me, I’m sorry you couldn’t find her size.” Harry frowned, feeling genuinely bad.

“Hey, no,” you assured him, putting your other hand on his – that was still resting on yours – “Don’t worry about it. You don’t exactly sing the alphabetics, Mr. sex-inspired-my-last-album-and-I-made-it-on-shrooms.”

Harry giggled, shrugging at you.

You both talked some more, only about Faith. Harry’s eyes were wide with admiration when you told him about how you raised her alone – also assured when he realized that the father wasn’t exactly in the picture even though his heart broke at that – and he showered you with compliments of how brave you were to raise a kid alone.

“Think I should head back now. I still need to pick Faye up from my best friend’s.” You said, leaning your head on the headrest as your body was turned towards Harry, his hand sandwiched between yours on your thigh.

“Can I help?” He asked, “Only if that’s okay. I don’t want to be crossing my limits.”

Your eyes searched his, growing emotional at the man in front of you. “Are you sure?”

Again with the double meanings.

That time, Harry noticed, his face softening as he looked back at you. Softly and ever-so-gently, he leaned to press a soft kiss on your cheek, “I’m sure.”

As he drove, you and Harry held hands on your thigh, the both of you singing along to Fleetwood Mac on your way.

As you gave Harry directions, he was absentmindedly rubbing your hand with his thumb. If you would have told him that he was doing that, he would have denied it; not because he wanted to deny it, but because it felt too natural that he didn’t realize he was doing it.

“Right here.” You pointed at a building, “She’s two buildings away. You can go, it’s a short walk.”

“I’ll wait for you here.” Harry said, parking before turning to look at you.

“Harry, seriously, you can leave if you want. I’m right there.” You pointed at your building.

“Nonsense, love. I’ll wait here.”

You sighed in contentment, giving his hand a squeeze before getting out of the car and into the building.

“Why did you not tell me that you were on a date with Harry fucking Styles?” Cece whisper shouted as soon as she opened the door, “Knew from Faith, you shit.”

“Because you’d overr-“

“He could be the one!”

“-react. You’d overreact and plan our wedding.” You teased your best friend, “Where’s Faye?”

“Won’t you come in for a drink?” She asked before turning, “Faith, it’s your mom!”

“Can’t. Uh,” you cleared your throat, “Someone’s waiting for me.”

“Some- No fucking way!” She exclaimed, muttering a “sorry” when you hushed her, “He-Harry is downstairs? Are you shitting me?” Cece excitedly asked.

You couldn’t stifle the smile on your face as you nodded.

Cece was about to talk some more before Faith appeared beside her, her backpack hung on one shoulder as she rubbed her eyes.

You knelt down, hugging her. “Hey, Nugget. You sleepy?”

Faith only nodded, wrapping her arms around you as you carried her, feeling her rest her head on your shoulder and you instantly knew that she slept.

“I’ll text you, alright?” You whispered to Cece.

“You better.”

Carrying Faith as well as having her backpack in one hand, once Harry saw you, he was out of the car and rushing towards you, taking the bag from your hand.

“Thank you.” You smiled thankfully, noticing how he walked beside you and guided you to the car, opening the door for you and sleeping Faith before closing it as gently as he could.

The lack of backseats made Harry place the purple backpack on his lap as he drove towards your building, a seconds drive.

He stopped the car and was out of his seat the moment he parked, slinging the bag on his shoulder before helping you out, taking your bag for you, to which you quietly thanked him for.

“Um, you can place the bags on my shoulders or something.”

“I can help you upstairs, come on. It’s no problem.”

You knew he was set on it and you let him, mostly because of how surprised you were that there were people who didn’t cringe and run the moment they knew the other person had a kid.

Harry did all the work; opened the building’s door for you, pressed for the elevator, pressed your floor number and had even taken out your keys once you told him to to unlock the door.

“Come in, come in.” You whispered.

Unsure of what to do, Harry walked inside and mirrored your actions by taking off his shoes before lingering.

“You can follow me.” You whispered again, turning around for a moment to look at him with a smile.

A quick take of the apartment was what Harry could do as he followed you, feeling an emotion of comfort and coziness engulf him as he did.

You were never less thankful for yourself for every time you changed Faith into pajamas before taking her to Cece’s, because it only made the process of tucking her in easier.

Harry had helped you by moving the covers so you could place Faith in bed before he stepped back, letting you tuck her in.

He smiled, watching how you seemed to shift around her or even when you just talked about her, like she was the most important person in your life and he knew that she was exactly that.

Faith was beautiful, and more often than not, you were glad that she got most of your looks and not her biological father’s because it only meant that he really was out of your life.

Harry noticed it, too. She had your nose, your lips, your facial outline, and your hair color. And from what he had seen in the video from when Faith was awake, she had your eye color.

You placed a kiss to her forehead before turning around, your eyes falling on Harry whose eyes were set on Faith with a ghost of a smile on his face.

His eyes came up to you and you noticed that he was still holding on to Faith’s backpack and was wearing your crossbag across his own chest.

You smiled as you grabbed the backpack from him and putting it aside on the floor before looking at him.

The only light in the room was from the hallway, making the room dimmed and making the both of you in a much more sentimental moment.

“They usually run away when they find about Faith.” You whispered, stepping closer to him, “Now is your cue.”

Harry’s eyes were on yours until they glanced at your lips, and butterflies erupted in your stomach at that.

“Thank God I’m not one of them, then.” He replied gently in a low whisper before he leaned closer, shamelessly looking at your lips.

It was you who took the final step, closing the minimal space between you by placing your lips on his.

His hands went to your waist as yours went to his neck, feeling him kiss you back softly but eagerly before pulling away from less than a second to tilt his head, getting a better angle before his lips were back on yours.

“Mommy?”

Pt. 2