#and have an even sweeter day!!💛💛

[theemporium]

may i request a mai tai 💛 with nicojack

26 (and 25 if you combine prompts, not sure though!)

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽put this in the frat!universe because i thought you requested it but oh well!!🤠

26. kissing the top of their head

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Neither you nor Jack could be blamed when it was clearly Nico’s fault for conditioning you both. 

In all honesty, none of you really noticed what he was doing until he stopped. And then suddenly, your world was disjointed and the planets weren’t aligning and the world was tilting on its axis. Something so small and yet so monumental that it was disconcerting when it never happened. 

Because you were so damn used to Nico kissing the top of your heads as a small but heartwarming gesture. 

It was funny, really. The man had done more than enough to make butterflies erupt in your stomach, to make your cheeks burn and your brain to melt until no coherent thoughts were left. He said filthy things in your ear and bent you into positions that had you seeing stars. He had made you feel a million emotions and more. 

But nothing made you feel more loved than the way his hand caressed the back of your head, holding you in place as his lips pressed a loving, lingering kiss on the top of your head. And you knew Jack agreed because you had seen the way his face broke out into a grin after Nico kissed his head—and you knew your face matched his expression. 

That’s why it threw you both off when Nico left one morning for class without kissing either one of you on the head.

You had no classes and Jack’s were later in the afternoon so the two of you were lounging in his room, no real rush to start your day. But Nico was running late, in a bit of a rush as he shoved books into his bag and called out a quick ‘love you!’ before he rushed off. 

You didn’t realise how offended you would be until it happened. 

And you thought you were being dramatic until you turned to look at Jack and found him frowning, a crease formed between his brows as he stared at the door Nico just ran out off. So, if anything, you weren’t being a brat. Or being dramatic. Or silly or theatrical or whatever else the other frat brothers had said. 

You and Jack were being so fair about your reactions, especially when Nico came back from classes and didn’t even try to rectify his mistakes. And especially when it happened a few more times over the next week.

“I don’t understand what’s happened,” Nico tried again as he stared a bit helplessly at you. He had tried to convince Jack to take a nap with him after his class, only for the younger boy to mutter something about studying and needing to go grab some books from Trevor. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered simply, your eyes on your laptop instead of the way Nico was sitting on the bed, shorts riding up his thick thighs with his legs spread as far as they were. 

He shot you a look. “So you’re doing this as well?” 

“Doing what?” You questioned innocently, even if your eyes have read over the same sentence more times than you cared to admit because your boyfriend was distracting in those tiny shorts and the small frown on his face.

Nico hummed and, naively, you thought he had let it go. But then you heard him getting up and his footsteps making his way towards you. And you barely had a chance to react before your chair was being spun around and Nico’s arms were locking you in as he leaned over you. 

“I–”

“Tell me what’s bothering you both.” 

You let out a stubborn sigh. “Nothing.”

“Baby, I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong,” Nico said, his voice soft but firm and, fuck, you knew what he was doing. That sweet, coaxing voice he used in bed too when he wanted you to do what he asked, when he had you whining and panting and promised you he would give you what you wanted if you were a little patient. 

The fucker knew what he was doing with that voice.

“C’mon,” he murmured, his accent coating his words to make them that little bit sweeter. “Use your words.”

“You forgot,” you blurted out. 

Nico blinked. “I…forgot?”

“You—” You paused, feeling your cheeks burn a little because, okay, maybe you and Jack were being a little dramatic about the whole thing. And it was only really hitting you when you had to confess it out loud. “You don’t kiss us anymore.” 

Nico blinked again. “Uh, I do, baby. I kiss you and Jack all the time.” 

“Yeah, on the lips but—” You glanced away from him and the contemplative look on his face. “You don’t give us forehead kisses anymore. You used to do it all the time and, I don’t know, you just…forget now.” 

It was silent for a while before you finally gained the courage to look at him, just to find Nico staring at you with a smile on his face and a soft look of adoration in his eyes.

“I didn’t realise you two enjoyed them so much,” he confessed, because for him, it was something instinctive. He just did it because it felt right, not because he thought about it. And something in his chest warmed at the idea that you and Jack craved the affection of it so much.

“Yeah, well…” You trailed off, shrugging your shoulders when words failed to leave your lips. 

“Hmm, m’sorry for neglecting you both then,” Nico murmured and before you could even say anything, you felt both of his hands cupping your face before his head dropped to place a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. “Better?”

“You have a few to make up for,” you retorted and his grin widened. 

However, before Nico could get his retort out, the door opened and Jack wandered back into the room, holding a comically large pile of books (some of which didn’t even belong to classes he took). You snorted at the sight, knowing very well he was making a point as he made his way to the desk to sit beside you.

“Jack,” Nico called out, biting back the smirk on his lips when he watched the younger boy try to act indifferent. 

“Oh, you remember me now?” Jack muttered, keeping his eyes on the books because he knew he would crumble the second he turned to look at his boyfriend.

“C’mere.”

“I’m actually great where I am—hey!” 

But his whining was cut off when, similarly to you, Nico held his head in his hands and used the height difference between them to press a lingering kiss to the top of his messy hair. And when he pulled back, he beamed at the sight of Jack blushing.

“Talk to me next time, okay?”

“Mhm.” 

“Instead of being a brat.”

Jack scoffed. “I was not being a brat.”

“Yeah, you were,” Nico retorted but he sounded fond as he pressed another kiss to his boyfriend’s head. “You both were but, fortunately, I love you both for it.”

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[accio-victuuri]

year-end sugar rush round up 🍭

it’s time for the last round up of 2023. we have made it through another year filled with clownery and love for the boys! as per my tradition in posting year end candy recaps, i am releasing early 31st cause i am gonna be busy with nye shows. i hope you enjoy looking through all the happiness the final month gave us. have a great new year’s eve everyone!!!

if you wanna look through the past months or year/s then go to this link. 🔗

i’m adding a little exercise to this post tho and ask you, what are your top 5 cpns of the year? please comment or reblog with your answers!

• The tattoo rumor resurfaces ( new clue? )

• Bowing to the crowd as thank you

• 13 fake rumors - from the vault

• potential wedding photoshoot and “superman can’t fly”

• not really cpn but a media account on tiktok posted a video of xz’s appearance in MBS. they used the tags related to xiao zhan for more views, but they included one that has wang yibo’s name on it. 😂 i know that they might have just chosen an already existing tag with xz and wyb name on it and forgot to edit it. but it’s still a funny incident.

• 12/3 ZSWW Fake Rumor ( pre singapore timeline )

• 12/4 fake story contribution ( wolf mates for life )

• Washing candies only make it sweeter

• An example of bjyx being an open secret ( sort of )

photos were going around of a yibo vcr played in a chanel annual meeting in china. we were all happy to see wyb lookin so good and fresh faced, but what we noticed is his top.

the style of top he was wearing (p1) is very similar to that of GG’s (p2) at the airport when he was flying back to Beijing. it’s probably because the weather is getting colder so they wear this instead of their usual esspensive t-shirts?

the point is it’s kind of like the same-style in a close timeframe from each other. so it seems like their tastes in casual clothes are still very close.

• 12/7/23 Candies ( GQ MOTY + XZS Singapore vlog)

• The GQ MOTY hat was a gift from XZ 🤍 // Part two : I have to say that this has become a favorite one among cpns and has become notorious since so/os from both sides are trying so desperately to wash it. those on xz’s side using rocco’s 227 kadian to dispute everything even if it was their fault they were called out while xz was busy working his ass of shooting LOCH. this is just a reminder that the celebrity is not equal to their fans. whatever drama both sides do to each other, has nothing to do with us and does not reflect the boy’s relationship. 🤍

• Coffee from Singapore CPN ☕️

• All the things that happened Monday Morning of 12/11 which includes the magazine covers, pants, xz going online for a moment etc.

• xiao zhan’s snowman ⛄️

• The fact that WYB was wearing the bone necklace tho hidden during his BAZAAR photoshoot. The ones in focus were of course Chanel, but those who pay attention will see it. A proof of how special it is. Imagine WYB being bare faced and only had stuff that he actually needs, and he decided to keep the necklace on.

• Not exactly CPN but more of a similarity i love to see. cause Shandong Satellite TV decided to air BAH right after SBMS! We love to see their works not only be shown in online platforms, but also in satellite TV stations.

• Candy Throwback : Alexander Mcqueen shoes, Nike off white & WYB’s missing mole

• 12/15 double attack of stock photos from XZS and YBO. The black and white theme! Anytime these two decide to give us some update is a happy day!

• Du Hua describes WYB’s looks as that of a rabbit

• Tencent Video All Star Night CPNs 💛

• 12/19 they both went back to Beijing. ZZ was in Shanghai to film and WYB also filmed CCTV stage. The thing is WYB started filming at 2:00 AM and then he was back at the airport to leave at 10:00 AM. They both arrived to BJ so close to each other. CPN is they tried really hard to be back home & be together that day ♥️

• throwback cpn : wyb prepares xz’s room in hengdian (2021)

• their studios posting so close together for winter solstice! tho wyb’s is a preview for his new single, ybo still greeted people.

• Winter solstice CPNs ( WYB’s song preview and GG’s photoset )

• Clowning about a possible secret message from a 9key code

• “Everything is lovely” similarity from xzs caption and yibo’s new single and more clues like a possible connection to an lrlg post & what looks like a rabbit and character for ox.

• black and yellow similarity!

• 12/26 WYB EP cpn post ( teaser lyrics )

• FAE : Free and Easy sweater

• Same style of editing between XZS and YBO who we all know are dating ☺️☺️☺️

• 12/28 candies

• Marie Claire x Xiao Zhan issue 🍭🍬

• Yibo’s new singles : Bystander & Everything is Lovely

• LRLG 12/30 translation and short commentaries

• LRLG responding to cpf comments

• Wang Wang Xianbei 😂😂😂😂

• Similar clothes and Participating in the same single for a nye song

That’s all for now, See you next year!!!! ❤️💛💚

[moonswolfie]

The HQ!! boys with an S/O who has a sweet tooth PART 2

Part 1 / Part 2 (you're here)

reader is gender neutral but is described as cute a lot

since the first part reached 100 notes (it's a little more now) here's part 2!!!

Characters featured: Hinata, Kenma, Bokuto, Suna, Yamaguchi, Kita, Oikawa, Osamu, Akaashi, Hoshiumi

Hinata Shoyo

he knows you like sweet things but doesn't know exactly what you like

so he nervously brings you something sweet sometimes, worried that you'll dislike it (if you happen to like it a lot he'll make a mental note of it)

gets really flustered if you offer him something you're eating by putting it in front of his mouth and telling him to "ahhh" but he'll do it anyways 😖🧡

one day he asked his senpai for help with baking something for your birthday and it ended with a burning kitchen and a seeming attempt at a cake

Kozume Kenma

when you initially told him you liked sweets he just said "okay." and moved on which made you a bit sad because it seemed like he didn't care at all💔

but don't you worry, kenma stored that information well for future use 😉

think of it as a video game, when you give characters their loved gifts they become happy and when he wants to see you smile he gives you a piece of candy

once he learns your favourite he never forgets and brings it to you when you're having a bad day

Bokuto Koutaro

if we're talking about sweet things, Bokuto is a really good candidate to make the list

he gives you really ugly handmade chocolates every year on valentines and you don't even care because the sweetness is the only thing that matters (and his happy smile when he sees you eat them 😭💛)

he brags to his team how cute you are when you eat cakes (and in general too)

always kisses off the frosting on your lips and then gives you a cheeky grin😚

Suna Rintaro

you two both have photo collections on your phones, yours is of pretty pastries and his is of your pretty face eating them

if you ever get mad at him, he will tease you by sending you pics of him eating your favourites until you agree to talk it out over your favourite pastry

casually brings sweets over to your house sometimes and you always end up letting him stay over and eating them together

you have a secret photo collection of him eating sweets🤭😏

Yamaguchi Tadashi

even before you started dating he would bring you something sweet he made himself out of the blue (he was trying to flirt like that😭💚)

he thought the only reason you asked him out was cuz of that but he's sweeter than any cookie tbh

you really like buying sweets for him because he always makes the cutest face when recieving them

he often talks to Tsukishima about how lucky he is to have you (and thanks him for teaching him how to bake)

Kita Shinsuke

another member of the "you have to stay healthy" squad

if you're happy while eating sweets, he's happy😊

but he won't let you overdo it because he really cares about you

he eats sweet things too occasionally, but he follows the reccomended amount on the food pyramid thing (it's part of the routine🤷)

he always comments on how joyful you look eating sweets and it makes you blush

Oikawa Tooru

gets a lot of chocolates from his fangirls but he either gives them to you or shares them w u

bought you perfume/cologne that corresponds to your favourite flavour of sweets✨️

he gets really happy when he can smell it on you one one of your dates

one time Iwaizumi asked you if you're only with him cuz he buys you sweets💀💀

you had a dream of eating his hair and it tasting like chocolate and when you told him about it he told you to stay away from his hair in a horrified tone😗

Miya Osamu

as a fellow food enjoyer, he also appreciates sweet things

although they aren't really his forté, he does make sweets for you and they're really damn good too🤤❤️

seeing you eating well is the ultimate happiness for him and he might or might not spoil you a bit

pats your head while you're eating because he can't resist

defends you from Atsumu's mean jokes and you always end up stopping fights🤦

Akaashi Keiji

the final member of the "you have to stay healthy" squad

he reminds you to eat in moderation and makes sure you actually do, scolding you if you don't

you offer him sweets and talk to him gently when he's tired or overthinks hoping they would make him feel better

it may not be much but it shows that you care about him and that makes him indescribably happy💙

so much so that he treats you to your favourite once he feels better

Hoshiumi Korai

he's actually impressed by the fact someone can be so adorable while eating sweets (it should be illegal in his opinion)

you give him homemade chocolate sometimes and he acts all nonchalant and cool while receiving it but is lowkey screaming internally😘

his teammates have gained a new topic to tread lightly on (that being his blush when you give him sweets or anything you related)

when he wins games he invites you out for sweets as celebration and always insists to pay

[ya-bug-boy]

Thank you for taking my request, i just see all the teachers like a group of parents (especially after seeing Salvatore get worried over that lil pawmi in his story) no need to rush yourself but is it okay if we can get a part 2? 💛

Paldea Teachers being called Mom/Dad by student reader!

Salvatore

This guy is definitely among the sweeter staff members.

He was giving you your test back, you got a full score! In fact the whole class did!

He's so pleased with himself that he praises everyone but then people begin to laugh when you respond back with, "Thanks Dad."

He's surprised but his heart sings a bit. He loves how cute and goofy his students are.

But then the class pulls a prank on him by everyone calling him dad in a different language.

Now look at what you did!

Dendra

She had an after school voluntary gym workout class.

This was meant for students who wanted to be physically fit but surprisingly you're the only student

but it means you get the best teacher to student gym training anyone could ask for!

During your training, Dendra is hitting you with the constant praise, affirmation, and encouragement to do your best.

After an hour, she gives you a sports drink and tells you go rest. As you're thanking her for the drink, you accidentally call her mom.

Her eyes go WIDE when she hears that, her face and ears burning. But she then lets out a hearty laugh and tells you to not expect any homemade meals unless you somehow want a burnt sandwich

Saguaro

You were a student that often never got to enjoy homecooked meals prior to coming here. You never learned how to cook prior to coming here, only really eating instant food.

Saguaro sees the potential in you to cook exemplary food so he offers to give you some easy recipes to try out in your personal room.

One day, you surprise him with misshapen cookies. The shapes aren't quite right but the flavor is great!

He compliments you to no end, taking in great pride that you are improving. He even offers to give you a great big hug!

You hug him and mumble, "thanks dad," thinking he would not hear it.

But no. He did. He cries later in private with how sweet you were.

Hassel

Hassel is known to be the most emotional teacher out of the group due to how much he cares for everyone.

He's known for making a lot of connections with the students. Some go on to become great dragon masters, artists, or just in general great trainers.

Hassel teaches not only the value of art but the value of connections and relationships you make with people, so naturally people draw towards him as a parental figure.

Openly sobs into his arms in public hearing you call him dad because of how sweet you are. Please be sure you keep in contact with this man even after you graduate because he'll be thinking of you for years.

Director Clavell

It's common to see why people love the director so much.

He's kind, courteous, lenient, and overall a great leader to have.

He cares for every student, every teacher, every pokemon.

When you call him dad, no matter whether it be by accident or intentionally, he takes in great pride in knowing you see him as family.

He does digress that though he is not your father, he is pleased and proud of you.

[florencetypemaniacs]

How would the Ro's react if someone was flirting with Mc?

(In crushing and dating stage)

I already did the crushing stage right here.

RELATIONSHIP STAGE: COUPLE

💛 Marcel

It would depend; he trusts you completely, so Marcel wouldn't be bothered, but as soon as the other person gets too close or you look uncomfortable, he is by your side. 

"Excuse us, I need to see my girlfriend/partner/boyfriend for a moment."

Marcel's voice was tight but still quite friendly, even as his smile was almost tiger-like as he stared at the person who instinctively backed away a little. Marcel doesn't even wait for a response from the person, as he takes you by the arm gently until both of you are in private. 

"Are you okay, darling?" He touched your cheek. "They didn't bother you too much; I can go out and talk to them for you. Make them leave you alone." 

🧡 Margaret

It would take some intense flirting for her to notice, not because she isn't paying attention but because she wouldn't realize that the other person was flirting with you, but once she does, she is jittery, like she drank five cups of expresso due to her nerves. 

Oh, poor Margaret, she would awkwardly stand between you, hating how jealous she is feeling but just watching the conversation like a tennis match. 

She would place her hand in yours under the counter, worrying if you were going to leave her. 

If you were to flirt back, that would absolutely break her; she would have to excuse herself and go break down in the other room

❤️ Owen

Owen would just put his arm around you, which would be surprising. Owen isn't the PDA type, but he would be that day. 

The person looking at Owen's size and muscles backed away a little, but if they were to continue talking to you, he would just stare the person down as he kissed your cheek, hugging you from behind, and whispering in your ear. 

Every so often, he would say little jabs at the person, not overly aggressive but enough to make the person get the hint to hit the road before Owen hit their face. 

If you were to give him a worried or confused look, Owen would just raise an eyebrow at you as if acting this way was completely natural.

When the person finally leaves, Owen would go back to normal, leaning against the counter. If you were to question him about it, his only response would be

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lass/Duck/Lad."  

💙 Rosemary

If Rosemary and you are a couple, then she has gotten over her relationship truma, has complete trust in you, and doesn't feel the need to be the center of your attention, even if it bugs her just a smidge. So unless the person is making you uncomfortable or bothering you, she wouldn't do anything besides glare at the person flirting with you. 

When she saw a sign that you needed help, Rosemary would tell that person to get out. 

"Alright, sweetheart, I think it's time for you to go." Rosemary said, her voice dripping with something dangerous as the person backed away a little. 

"What? I just got here. Plus, me and this lovely-" 

Rosemary squeezed your cheek, interrupting the person. "Ah, they are sweeter than sugar, aren't they, but as they are MY lover, I say you should take rejection like a champ and get the hell out before I take you out by the ear like a kid." Rosemary said brightly, watching as soon as the person ran out of the shop. 

The next thing you know, Rosemary pulls you into a deep kiss. "Now that that is over, why don't we have a nice cup of tea?" 

🩵 Tai

Yeah no. That's not happening. Tai would be so jealous, like smoke coming out of ears jealous. 

Insults and berating about whatever the person was talking about would fly out of his mouth in such a way that it would leave you even amazed. Tai would have that classic, stoic look on his face before he drove the person away with his comments. 

If you were to question him about it, he would blush a bright red. "They were flirting with you as if I weren't standing right here; what did you expect me to do?" 

Tai would mumble about the person under his breath for the next hour about anything really—all negative comments, of course. 

💚 Zane

Honestly? It is likely the same as the crushing stage, where he tries to kill the person flirting with you. 

Although one thing is different, Zane isn't waiting for you to turn around before he gets in a person's face.

"Get out." Zane hissed like a snake. 

The person looked taken aback. "Excuse me? Dude, you can't just..." 

The white in Zane's eyes disappeared, replaced with black that matched the iris, making the person cower and jump back in surprise before running out of the store.

Zane then put you on the counter, placing himself in the middle of your legs before pulling you into a deep kiss then.......dragging you to the bedroom. 

[p4rallel-universe]

ummm could you maybe write some enid x himbo reader hcs?

love your work btw 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Enid Sinclair x Himbo! male reader

i feel like a himbo is just Enid's type tbh

someone sweet, honest and, of course, gorgeous

Enid is a little smaller than average, and she loves having a boyfriend who's taller than her

finds the height difference between you both hot and also just pretty convenient - how helpful to have someone to reach the top shelves!

speaking of - you're always doing chivalrous things

carrying her books for her, holding her hand wherever you go, holding her bag, jacket, phone

she finds it so adorable and swoons

really enjoys the whole picture perfect romance you have going on

having a tall, goldenhearted boyfriend was literally her dream since she turned 12

Enid, herself, is possibly the sweetest girl there is

for some people (ie. Wednesday), your combined levels of sweetness could honestly be considered lethal

you're not the brightest when it comes to school, so she reguarly hosts study dates

most of the time, you don't get much studying done. at all

but when you really put your mind to it - like, if you have a big test coming up - the little sessions prove really helpful

Enid practically throws a party in celebration when you get an A on a test you studied day and night for

she loves your good heart. you're sweet and thoughtful, but you stand up for what you believe in.

your perfect balance between gentle and determined makes her swoon

loves to pick matching outfits for the two of you, and you wear them with no questions asked just because it makes her so happy

she takes a million selfies no matter where you go and you always stop what you're doing to pose, just to make her smile

if you aren't already a social media addict, she ends up converting you, and you have SO many posts dedicated to her

she almost cries whenever she sees a new one, she lies in bed looking through all the TikTok videos, the Instagram posts

and the highlight you have titled "< enid 3 💞💖💛💕🧡💙"

(Wednesday is fed up of seeing her so sickeningly overjoyed, rolling around in bed)

if you play a sport, she's at all the games

and is SO stealing all your hoodies and jerseys

always steals your clothes - which are all big on her - just because she loves the way you smell

especially with her heightened sense of smell

gets so giggly whenever you're just really cute without realising it

like when you compliment something small or specific on her or just flash a lovely smile

she loves your smile. how it reflects your cheerful self

she loves that you're sweeter than most guys

for example, you never pressure her into anything

you're not so good with words, so you usually express your love through actions or acts of service

sometimes though, you say the sweetest things without even trying

like once, while making out on Enid's bed, you just looked in her eyes and told her, "i could kiss you forever"

she. died

(well, not really. because if she had died, she wouldn't have been able to practically jump on top of you to kiss you even harder than before)

in short - sweet, energetic Enid + sweet, dim but caring bf = perfect couple

[pencilpat]

Dukeceitbrainrot here on anon. Do you have any ripe headcanons for Janus/Remus? 💛💚

Who am I fooling, we have so many that I can't even write them all out in one place without overwhelming myself! Here's some juicy ones though, just for you. @dukeceitbrainrot

Janus and Remus both have really bad abandonment issues, both from things Thomas has been through as well as losing Virgil from such a previously tight knit group. They cling to each other very, very hard. They fell in love out of necessity, out of proximity, out of 'you are the only one left for me,' but they still love, love, love.

They both watch a lot of horror films, sure, but their tastes are completely different. While Janus would bring things like Run. or Us to movie night, Remus will bring things like Slaughtered Vomit Dolls or Cannibal Holocaust and spend the whole film infodumping about the horrific backstories and crimes involved. Janus sits there utterly horrified the whole time, but he lets Remus have his fun nonetheless.

Remus eats a lot of weird stuff that's very bad for his health (I headcanon that he has the disorder pica among his menagerie) and Janus has to help him quell those compulsions in any way he can. That resulted in Janus learning to bake and cook creations that look or feel in texture exactly like the things Remus would want to eat. Such as sugar glass for that nasty glass swallowing habit, or fondant to replace fancy soaps. Janus once created candy that looks and feels like razor blades, just for him.

They are SO 'horrible beast and enabling owner' coded okay, "I don't know, I just let him play," and all else are you kidding me?? Janus enables the chaos for his own amusement and Remus's antics are an endless source of entertainment for him. Janus can be pretty easily grossed out, but it's creates flabbergasted affection towards Remus more than anything else.

A bit nsfw, skip if you need to. But their sex isn't actually as weird as you'd expect from Remus. He's a lot softer and sweeter to people he genuinely loves. He gets worried when he loves someone, will he scare them off, will he make them hate him like most others have, will they be just like the others? Their opinion actually matters to him, which is bizarre and terrifying for him to deal with. Janus is very good at reassuring him and keeping him close and safe when emotions do interfere with their encounters. Remus needs a lot of aftercare most of the time, he's very prone to those rushes of negative emotions following sex.

Remus gets injured a lot, either from fights with Roman or his own tendencies to step on/into his own weapons. Janus knows very basic field first aid because of this, and has to patch him up while chastising him pretty much 6 out of 7 days of the week.

Janus has really bad days sometimes, where his responsibilities and his role as Denial crash onto him like a train. He's hiding so much, holding so much back and away from the others. It's a taxing task. Remus shows a surprisingly strong soft side on those nights, caring for and comforting Janus through every trauma reaction he may have, be it screaming, crying, scratching at himself, etc etc. It can be really rough for both of them, but Janus is always incredibly grateful to Remus for staying with him through it, despite.

Remus does not care whether Janus likes affection or not, he WILL be being kissed and laid on and grabbed and tackled and shoved into Remus's chest 24 hours 7 days a week and he is not allowed to complain.

Shockingly domestic, sweet couple. always baking or gardening together or sitting on the sofa together doing nothing at all. The only difference is that There Is An Eyeball On The Coffee Table or Remus Filled That Pot With Human Waste So I Cannot Use It or other bizarre inclusions of disgusting things among their neat little domestic life.

Remus is a coffee drinker, Janus is a tea drinker. There are many arguments over this. 200 dead, 5000 injured.

Janus likes to try and plan civil, nice dates in The Mindpalace for them, but Remus always fucks it up in some horrific way, intentionally. What is love worth if it cannot flourish in chaos, huh Janus? Huh??

That's all for now, I love these two idiots so much

[iam93percentstardust]

Pop Star Fics

In honor of the Eras Tour movie finally being complete on streaming, here's a rec list of (mostly) Stevetony pop star and pop star-adjacent fics 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤🩷🩶🤎💙🤍 Anyway, we don't have enough of these in this fandom so I'm hereby declaring that we should all write more of them (I'm doing my part; I'm almost done with the Fearless era for This Life Is Sweeter Than Fiction)

Written by Others

One Step Closer by scottxlogan (E) Tony Stark was pushed into popstar fame by his ambitious father early on, but over the span of more than two decades Tony has seen the highs and lows of stardom hitting rock bottom in more ways than one. Through it all there was always one person that Tony felt was his saving grace. Steve Rogers was always the one that got away and no matter how many times they tried to cross that line into love they couldn't quite get there. As Tony's once close friend and brief roommate, Steve turned Tony's world around in all the right ways until fate intervened and they were pulled in separate directions. Now fresh out of rehab on his 45th birthday and looking to keep from making the same mistakes, Tony reflects on his past and follows his heart to new beginnings hoping that it's not too late to find his way back to Steve in his hopes for a second chance. -I love that this Tony is closer to his canon age. It's a look at the pop star life from the other side once you're not the shiniest, brightest thing on the block anymore. The smut is great, the romance is lovely, and the ending is delightful ❤️

Baby, Just Say Yes by betheflame (M) In a world where Tony's life looks a lot like Taylor Swift's, Steve realizes there always more to omegas than meets the eye. -Everything flame writes is always amazing, even the things I never in a million years thought I would like, but this is just so lovely. It's soft and sweet, and I love the take on second gender dynamics that flame explores 💛

at his side by areiton (M) He meets Steve on a Sunday, wearing his old Eagles jersey and shorts so short his Mama fusses at him, and he grins, tousled curls and a devil may care grin, bare-faced and bare foot. “Hi,” he says, and then, like an introduction is necessary, like the whole world isn’t learning his name, he adds, “I’m Tony.” -I love bodyguard AUs so much, and arei absolutely delivers with this one. Top-notch pining, great use of the non-linear narrative (which arei is always fantastic at, in my opinion), and I love how the eras were changed to fit this story 💙

Written by Me

This Life is Sweeter Than Fiction (series) A series of interconnected fics, following Tony Stark from his time as a country singer to the world's biggest pop star. Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift. -I feel weird hyping up my own fics, but if you're willing to follow me as I explore multiple relationships, second gender dynamics, and reinterpret the fandom's hatred for Tony after Civil War through the lens of the Reputation era, I feel like you'd really like this series. Like I said, I'm almost done writing the Fearless era, so that'll be coming in the next few weeks 💚

False God (E) The first time Steve meets him, Gillian has all sixteen dancers sitting in a circle on the floor of the rehearsal studio, where she makes them go around the room and introduce themselves. Tony is the youngest of them at nineteen, has two cats currently in his sister’s custody, and got his start in ballet before being so inspired by the 1989 tour that he cross trained just in the hopes that one day he could dance with Sharon. Steve had made a note of it in the way that he makes a note of everyone he works with, felt a little old because he had been a dancer on the 1989 tour and now this baby is saying he was inspired by them, and then gotten distracted by the next girl. -In which neither of them is the pop star! They're backup dancers for pop star Sharon instead, which I think is very fun of me 🩷

When Emma Falls in Love (G) “Nice?” Kamala exclaims. “It’s way past nice! It’s the cutest thing ever because his bracelet had his phone number on it! He was hoping to ask you out!” Tony blinks. Steve Rogers, All-American good boy and quarterback extraordinaire, wants to throw his hat in the ring? He wouldn’t be the first person to toss his name out there, but most of them have just tried to DM him or tag him in their posts. No one’s shown the kind of thought and effort that Steve apparently put into his declaration. It’s a level of understanding and appreciation of who Tony is and everything he’s cultivated in his career that no one else has put in. It is, to use Kamala’s word, cute. -In your life, you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team... or maybe not? Anyway, this is just a very fluffy romance with instantly smitten Steve and Tony 💜

Glitch (T) “Ms. Potts, my name is Steve Rogers, and I’m Justin Hammer’s roommate," Steve says. “Oh, what does that asshole want now?” she asks. “I don’t think he wants anything—except to make a quick buck and ruin Mr. Stark’s reputation.” -This is a pop star AU in the loosest definition of the word. Tony is a pop star but he doesn't get to do anything pop starry things in this AU. It's mostly about Steve, but if you like throwing popcorn at the screen whenever Justin Hammer shows up, people getting their comeuppance, and Steve being the standup guy he is, then this is the fic for you 🖤

Death by a Thousand Cuts (T) “Tony?” Pepper asks, and he can tell just by the look on her face that whatever she has to tell him, it isn’t good. “What?” he asks. She looks uncharacteristically hesitant. Pepper isn’t supposed to be hesitant. She’s supposed to be barge-in, guns-blazing, unapologetically confident. “The news leaked,” she says eventually. -One of my favorite tropes, breaking up and making up! Idk I just really like writing stories where neither of them did anything wrong, they just couldn't work things out in those circumstances, but turns out being apart is even worse 🩶

Aaaaand a bonus winteriron fic for you!

Kissed by a Muse (E) Two years ago, Bucky returned home from the war, disillusioned, injured, and angry. Two months ago, he started working at Rogers Records, recording other bands when all he wants is for his band to be the one performing. Two minutes ago, he ran into a mysterious stranger at the grocery store who argued with him over the last box of Eggos, kissed him, and ran off with the waffles. And now he can't stop thinking about him. Bucky sees him everywhere: on the album cover he's recording, walking by his sound booth. And then, as he's staying late at work one night, he hears someone singing down the hall. But that can't be right - because that's his song, one that he's never performed for anyone. He isn't really surprised though to find that it's the stranger who kissed him in the grocery store that night. Only someone who can seemingly appear and disappear like this stranger can could possibly be singing a song he's never sung for anyone. The stranger offers him a chance: a chance to get his life back on track, to perform for the owner of the biggest record company in the world, a chance to get his band back and make it big. With an offer like that, how could Bucky refuse? -If you're familiar with the 1980s film Xanadu with Olivia Newton John, Gene Kelly, and that guy from The Warriors, this is that but with Bucky and Tony being, well, Bucky and Tony 🤎

[jedimasterbailey]

for the Jedi ask game, if you haven’t already, I’ll request 8 for Barriss, 36 for Ahsoka, and 48 for Luke! :)

OOOOOOOOO!!!!! Thank you for giving me multiple Jedi to do and giving each them amazing questions for me to answer! 😍

(Original Jedi Ask Questions Linked Below)!

8-How did Barriss meet her Master?

This is one of my absolute favorite headcanons about Barriss and I wrote a whole chapter on in my fic “The Padawans” but I love to believe Barriss met Luminara as a baby when she was brought to the Jedi Temple. In Legends, it’s been said Barriss was basically abandoned on a ship as a baby and that’s how the Jedi discovered her and brought her home, so I turned that sad concept into something sweeter. I like to believe Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were the ones to find her and bring her and the moment Luminara saw Barriss, she immediately fell in love with her and vowed to be her Master one day. From there, Luminara basically raised Barriss, visiting her as much as she can, giving her gifts from her travels, etc. until Barriss was ready to be her Padawan in which Luminara gifted her with her trademark blue cloak and heart belt buckle 💚💙 Im very fortunate to have the very talented @grissaecrim depict this very moment and it’s forever one of my most precious images.

36- Ahsoka’s Guilty Pleasure

Ahsoka likes to use the Force for menial things like passing the salt, throwing away trash, pranks, levitating food to Barriss, etc. because she saw Anakin do it and she thinks it’s a funniest ever even though that’s definitely not what the Force is for 😂

48- A Crack Headcanon About Luke

That since he grew up on a hot, desert planet that Luke is OBSESSED with water and greenery, like he cannot shut up about it and everytime he sees a large body of water, Luke just dives on in but like he’s the worst swimmer which drive Leia and Han crazy because then they have to dive right after him before he drowns himself 🤣 Luke eventually learns how to swim as he gets older but you’ll always catch him mediating or hanging out by water or under the shadiest tree because he finds it all so beautiful and he never got to experience it as a child 💚

Jedi Ask Game Questions

[dreamieparadise]

❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤍🖤 💖💔💕📖🏳️‍🌈💀

I took so long so I'm sorry, Jojo!! I'll include the questions with the answers ☆ ～('▽^人) Answers below because these are a lot of questions!

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

Imma be real, I don't really pay attention to fan theories...? Like...do we have any...well Jojo told me there was one about how Gokudera survived on the streets and that was really disgusting to me. :) I completely disagree this poor kid had to "sell himself" in order to survive, especially when the manga and light novel made it clear he was surviving through violence.

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

D18!!!! I can't get behind it because every iteration I see of it...Hibari never acts like himself? Like who is that! That's not Hibari ;A; like age gap aside and stuff, even when they're both adults he's so...unlike him. Just some blushing mewling beast. lol

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

I'm always surprised by how people forget that Gokudera is a sweetheart? The guy doesn't "like" but LOVE and so deeply too!! If you're someone he claims, he'll be more likely to treat you like he did Tsuna than, like, Yamamoto...I always wonder why folks don't think that? Gokudera is someone who is love starved in every sense of the word so if he fell for you than he'd drink you up like a man in the desert searching for water. He wouldn't be mean to you at all!! Also I love to think as the series progresses passed its end, Gokudera would soften and become sweeter with the rest of the gang as well. He is just awkward, angry and cautious. Like a street cat! He needs time!

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

I love how these questions are like... "let's start a fight!" lmao anyway, hmmm...who isn't as hot as everyone thinks...this is hard because KHR is full of such pretty people!! I feel like anyone I say, it'd be like...obvious and not an unpopular opinion? -thinks some more- um...Bel [decided to start a fight]

💜: Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

GOKUDERA HAYATO!!! BUT ALSO ZAKURO!!!!

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

This is a funny one because I think instead of saying "not as morally bad" I see takes that soften them up instead? Hm, let's see...let's go with...bruh. lol THIS ONE IS ALSO HARD! Let's go with Squalo but only because he has some manners [he brings a gift when visiting! What a decent fellow!!]

🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

DINO CAVALLONE! He is total scum but I keep seeing things about how he's super sweet and a wonderful guy? It's funny though, ahaha. Dino himself says he is scum! I think it's due to him having a strong sense of responsibility and obligation that has people thinking this though. Like how he calls Tsuna "family" or how civilians in his territory are the most taken care of. Cx

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

Apparently it's the fact this series is misogynistic lol also not well written but the misogyny is the biggest sin for me!!!

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

SHAMAL. Or rewrite him the way Jojo and I do! Because I'm not fond of sexual predator characters ok lol like stop groping people!!! ESPECIALLY THE MINORS? [If you're wondering we just take that part of him out but he is still a massive cheater and still a scumbag...]

💕: What is an unpopular ship that you like?

An unpopular ship I like...? Mimi x everyone. Okay, okay...I'll be serious... (¬‿¬ ) anyway...for canon characters, I really love Reborn x Colonnello! I actually don't know what is or isn't popular, tho lol I just hardly see this ship these days! I find them really funny. Another one...Hibari x Ryohei is another goldmine!!

📖: If you had to remove one book from the series, which would you choose?

One book from the series...let's go with Arc instead? lol if I had to remove one arc...yeah sorry Enma, I love you but the rest of your family can kick rocks so that Arc can go!!

🏳️‍🌈: Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn't seem queer to you?

huh, hm. Tbh a few but I'll go with Tsuna!! I really can't see it but I still love plenty of mlm ships with him. It's so cute! HIM AND TAKESHI THOUGH!!! ARUGH. Like when we diverge canon it's like...now it can happen!! Yay.

💀: If you had to choose one major character to die, who would you choose?

If I had to choose a major character? Tbh he is my fave villain in the series, I love Byakuran soooooo much! But he should not have returned lmao I say that even though I find present! Byakuran soooo much fun! But still!! He should stay dead!

[laurenairay]

watermelon sugar high - JT Compher

Summary: after three years together, it’s finally your turn – the day of your wedding to JT Compher.

Word Count: 4.5 words

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, kissing, wedding day, anxiety

A/N: we made it! The end of this little story series – I sincerely hope you’ve all enjoyed reading these as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them! I’d love to know your thoughts 💛

Third, and final, part in the watermelon sugar series, sequel to breathe me in, breathe me out and strawberries on a summer evening.

Tagging: @fallinallincurls @suitandtys @sorryjustafangirl​ @jostystyles​ @starshine-hockey-girl​ @xsyntheticsensation​ @senditcolton​ @hockeylvr59​ @corneliaskates @tysojost​

*"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." – Dr. Seuss

Sometimes it can be scary how fast time flies.

The longer you dated JT, the more romantic he became. It was all the little things – he brought you flowers every time he saw you, he started keeping your favourite tea in his kitchen for when you stayed overnight, he always gave you little kisses in passing, he never failed to hold your hand whenever the two of you were out in public, and he spent ages shopping for the perfect Christmas decorations that first Christmas together. And those things were only the tip of the iceberg. He only grew softer, sweeter, sappier when you moved in with him too, two years into your relationship. This was your JT, the sweet gentleman; it was a side of him he never let show in public, and you got to be the person to see the real him, more and more each day.

Before you knew it, three years had passed since that fateful summer, reuniting with JT after so long, starting up that change from childhood friends to more, and you couldn’t imagine your life without him. Not that you would have to, with JT proposing only three months after you’d moved in with him a year ago.

You hadn’t thought much of the walk JT had invited you on one Sunday morning through your old Northbrook neighbourhood, the two of you just talking softly in the early morning quiet, hand-in-hand, until you reached a clearing in the local park with dozens of bouquets of flowers. Before you’d even been able to ask him what the hell, JT had dropped down on one knee and pulled out a ring that still made your stomach fill with butterflies – there was no way you were going to say no.

(and when Jesse and Morgan had both appeared from behind trees, one filming and one snapping photos, you knew they’d played a big part in the planning, which didn’t surprise you in the slightest).

So much of JT’s season had been filled with the wedding planning, both of his sisters and your moms more than willing to help out while JT was off on roadtrips, and somehow within all the chaos and all the differing opinions (and with JT chiming in over facetime), you’d manage to figure out a wedding that would be perfect for the two of you.

Finally though, the time had come for you to marry JT, to become his wife. And you couldn’t wait. This was a day you’d dreamed about since you were a little kid – innocent fantasies then, but now it was the reality that you were giddy to be able to live.

The venue you’d chosen was an all-in-one ceremony and reception site – the ceremony was going to outside in the middle of a beautiful gardens, full of wildflowers and trees lining the outside of the clearing, with the reception hall in a giant converted barn complex, with multiple rooms for changing and food storage & preparation. It was intimate and rustic and stunning, and the moment that the two of you had seen it (because it was actually one that JT had been able to go with in person), you’d fallen in love. And by the look on JT’s face, you knew that he felt the same way. You were getting ready in the largest room right at the back with all your bridesmaids, far away from all the final decorations, and even when people started arriving they wouldn’t be able to see you. It was perfect, for the both of you, and you knew the photos would preserve the memories of your special day exactly how you’d envisioned it.

Waking up early for the hair and make-up stylists was no more fun as a bride than all the times you’d done it as a bridesmaid, but at least this time you weren’t the one running around to make sure things were ready – you left that to your mom and your bridesmaids (JT had claimed Jesse as his best ‘man’ so you’d quickly claimed Morgan as your sane bridesmaid, which she was living up to with tissues and glasses of water). All through getting ready, the light breakfast, the jewellery, sliding into your gorgeous wedding dress, you could hear the photographer snapping photos but it was something you were trying to let fade into the background, just trying to enjoy the peaceful time you had while it lasted. This was something you were only going to experience once (hopefully?) and the only thing you wanted to do was live in the moment, to make the memories rather than let everything pass in a blur.

The one thing that JT had specifically asked for was a moment just for the two of you before the ceremony. Not a first look – no, he wanted to be surprised – but a moment where everyone else left the room so he could hold your hand.

He really had become such a romantic.

When that time came, when your group of people filed out of the room, murmuring their coos of encouragement to JT, you couldn’t help but smile as you heard JT breathe out shakily, the door open less than a foot, just enough for JT’s hand to slip through. You knew he was standing with his back to the door, to not risk seeing you, so you did the same, clasping your hand in his in the ever-familiar motion. The moment that his hand squeezed yours, you felt tension leaving your body that you hadn’t even realised was there.

And with a final click of a camera before the photographer slipped out of the room too, the two of you were finally alone.

“Hey JT,” you murmured.

“God it’s good to hear your voice,” JT groaned.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the desperation in his words, imaging the exasperated look on his face.

“We’ve only been apart for one night, it can’t be that bad,” you giggled.

“I’ve had Jesse and Josty competing all morning to take my mind off how nervous I am,” he said dryly.

What an image – you knew he’d gotten ready in his parent’s home that morning, travelling all together to this venue when they were all ready, and you could only imagine the chaos. There was something that caught your notice though.

“You’re nervous?” you asked, frowning slightly.

“Not nervous to marry you, not that,” he said quickly, “I’m nervous that I’ll do something stupid, like trip over my own feet, or tread on your dress, or forget my words, or just, I don’t know, make an ass out of myself and ruin the day.”

One of the things you loved most about JT was his emotional honesty – drunk or sober, he always told you what was going on in his head and you were so grateful for it. Not just because it was hard to read him sometimes, but because it meant that he wasn’t bottling things up inside. Even if he did worry way too much.

“There’s not a single thing you could do to ruin today. We’re getting married, baby. There’s nothing to be nervous about at all,” you said firmly.

“You called me baby.”

There he was. The happiness in his voice sent butterflies soaring through your stomach, and you couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your lips. He really was so sweet.

“I’ll get to call you baby for the rest of our lives now,” you teased.

The happy noise he made only made you laugh softly in return.

“I can’t wait,” JT said softly, “are you ready to be Mrs Compher then?”

As if that wasn’t the one thing you’d wanted for years.

“I’m ready. Let’s do this,” you nodded.

“Let’s do this,” he echoed, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I would kiss your hand but that would bend your arm in a weird angle and I’m not sure these pants are squat proof.”

The very thought of him splitting the ass of his wedding suit just to be able to bend down enough to kiss your hand had you busting out in laughter, JT laughing as well, taking the final fizzle of nerves away.

“Rain check?” you offered, still laughing.

“Rain check. I love you,” he said.

“I love you too. Now get out of here so I can meet you at the end of the aisle,” you mused.

JT squeezed your hand again, knocking twice on the door in goodbye before letting go. You clenched your fist briefly, clinging onto the phantom feeling of his hand in yours, before trying to compose yourself as you heard footsteps approaching. The whirlwind of last-minute preparations continued, giving JT enough time to get to the ceremony venue outside, enough time for another round of hugging and almost-tears before it was your time too. Your mom shuffled off to get your dad, ready to walk you down the aisle, and your bridesmaids all lined up in the order you’d discussed, although Morgan stepped up next to you and rested a hand on your forearm.

“I’m so glad you’re going to be my sister,” Morgan said, smiling widely, “my brother is a lucky man.”

It was all you could do to choke out a laugh, hugging her tightly in turn, trying not to cry all over again.

The ceremony setting outside was stunning. The clearing in the trees on the venue grounds was lined with all colours of wildflowers, complementing the olive green of the bridesmaids’ dresses perfectly, with white chairs laid out for the multitude of guests, the mix of rustic nature and wedding blending perfectly just liked you’d hoped. You saw your wedding planner signal to one of the venue staff, and the sound of the wedding march started immediately, making your stomach fill with butterflies, even more so as everybody stood up from their seats.

Here goes nothing.

At the end of the aisle stood your bridesmaids, the groomsmen, and most importantly, JT. He was framed by a beautiful wooden arch that his dad Bob had made as a surprise for the two of you, more of the wildflowers threaded through it, and to be honest you didn’t think you’d ever seen anything looking better.

The tears JT wiped away from his cheeks were just the icing on the cake.

You paused only briefly to pass your small bouquet to a bridesmaid, Morgan straightening your dress out behind you, before you stepped those final steps towards your soon-to-be husband, the smile on his face as wide as you knew yours was.

“Hey,” you murmured.

“Hey,” he said, laughing softly.

You were ready.

The officiant started his speech, welcoming everyone to your wedding, but all you could focus on was JT’s smiling face, both of his hands holding yours, full of so much love. Time stretched out into a blur, everything feeling like a floating magical dream, until Jesse stepped forward with the rings. You knew you were smiling like an idiot as you exchanged I Do’s and slid the rings onto each other’s fingers, but you didn’t care. He was yours, and you were his, and nothing else mattered.

“I now pronounce you as married in the eyes of the law in the state of Illinois! You may now kiss your bride.”

The grin JT shot you made you laugh, and you wasted no time in clutching at his lapels as he pressed a soft slow kiss to your lips, one of his hands cupping your face with the other resting on your waist. Cheers and applause and whoops filled the air, JT slowing the kiss down to a few pecks before pulling away, the sappiest look on his face.

“Wanna get out of here for a moment?” he murmured.

“Hell yes,” you laughed, taking his hand and threading your fingers together.

As you took your bouquet back from your bridesmaid, you murmured to her that you just needed a moment, to have a breather alone with your husband (husband!) and to change out of your heels, and she promised to let everyone know, letting you focus on enjoying walking back down the aisle, flowers in one hand and JT in the others, that giddy rush hitting you harder than it ever had before.

You were married.

You were married.

JT Compher was finally your husband and you couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot. And why should you stop? You were so unbelievably irrevocably happy, so much so that you felt like you were about to explode, JT’s hand in yours being the only anchor. He led you into the room you’d gotten ready in that morning, and the moment that he closed the door behind the two of you, he let out a laugh of disbelief.

“Did that really just happen? Did we really just get married?” he grinned.

“Fuck yeah baby, you put a ring on it,” you teased, holding up your left hand to display the beautiful wedding band.

“Baby,” he cooed, sliding his arms around your waist, you sliding yours around his neck, “I get to call you mine for the rest of my life. I like the sound of that.”

And with that, he pressed another soft kiss to your lips, barely grazing his tongue over your bottom lip before he broke the embrace.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” he asked softly.

He thought you were beautiful?

“Not even once,” you fake-pouted, trying to ignore your racing heart.

“Well I’m going to have to make up for that, aren’t I?”

A kiss to your neck. You’re beautiful. A kiss behind your ear. You’re beautiful. A kiss to your cheek. You’re beautiful. A kiss to your lips. You’re beautiful. Over and over and over again he murmured those sweet words between kisses until you couldn’t take it anymore. You took his lips in a firm kiss, tangling a hand in his hair to keep him in place, earning a soft laugh from your husband before he returned the kiss eagerly, JT sliding his tongue against yours in an instant.

That was more like it.

You lost yourself in his kisses, your blood swirling heatedly through your body, even more so as JT backed you against the wall, his hands like a hot brand even through your dress. And to think, this man was yours for life. Whew.

“Baby, everyone’s waiting on us,” you said with a groan, breaking the kiss reluctantly.

“They can wait,” JT muttered, pressing wet kisses down your neck, making you moan softly.

As much as you’d rather stay alone with him right now…

“Baby, we gotta, come on,” you giggled.

JT nipped your neck, making you gasp before batting at his shoulder, and he just laughed before nodding reluctantly.

“Baby,” he grinned, “Alright, I guess we should go say hi to our guests.”

“And take official photos, and eat, and dance, and actually sit down,” you added.

“And then we can have some alone time,” he smirked.

The dark heated look in his eyes made you shiver and bat at his shoulder again with a laugh, JT letting you out of his arms. If you started thinking about how excited you were for your wedding night, then you knew you wouldn’t be leaving this room any time soon. There were some things that your elderly relatives didn’t need to know. JT sat down next to you as you quickly topped up your lipstick and changed out of your heels into sneakers that your brother had customised for you, Mrs Compher, his eyes lighting up like it hadn’t really sunk in yet. To be honest, it hadn’t really sunk in for you yet either, that you were really actually finally married, that you were JT’s wife, that you were starting this new chapter together – but those were things you didn’t have to think about right now. All of that could come later, because right now all you wanted to do was head back out to your family and friends, and have some fun.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

You’d already asked for photos to be taken in as many combinations as possible, wanting a ton of just yourself and JT (and you couldn’t wait to display them in your home because you knew they were going to turn out amazing), as well as both of your families and your wedding parties. You wanted to remember this day for the rest of your life, to capture every detail as much as possible, and you knew JT felt the same way.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t getting a little grumpy by the time that it was time to head in for the reception.

“JT’s looking a little hangry – do you want me to sneak him a snack?”

Jesse’s whisper made you giggle, glad you weren’t the only one who noticed. “Absolutely – I’ll flag down a waiter to get us drinks too.”

“Teamwork! 1, 2, 3, break!” Jesse grinned.

JT looked over his shoulder from where he was standing with his mom, frowning at Jesse’s whoop.

“I don’t want to know, do I?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“I promise it’s nothing bad?” you said, smiling innocently.

JT snorted, but rolled his eyes fondly. “I suppose I just signed up for you conspiring with my sisters for the rest of my life.”

Hearing him say that, for the rest of my life, wasn’t going to get old any time soon, you knew that much by the way it made your heart beat just that little bit faster.

“That’s the spirit baby,” you grinned.

You watched a happy glint pass over his eyes briefly, making you smile to yourself as he seemed to settle into himself a little more. Baby. You loved how much he loved that.

“They’re ready for your entrance now!”

Snapping out of your thoughts at your wedding planner’s words, you took the hand that JT held out to you with a smile, that giddy buzz filling your body again. He tilted his head towards the door in a silent question, ready?, and you smiled even wider, nodding. You were more than ready.

“I give you, Mr and Mrs Compher!”

The double doors of the venue hall opened, and you were immediately hit with a wave of cheers and whistles and applause and whoop’s, JT grinning widely and proudly down at you before he squeezed your hand. You squeezed his back, grin just as wide on your own face, and with that, the two of you walked into the packed room. There were strings of fairy lights everywhere, just as you’d asked, with clean white tablecloths on every table, rustic wood centerpieces with more of the bright wildflowers from outside decorating as far as your eyes could see. It was exactly how you’d envisioned, exactly what you’d hoped for, and you couldn’t stop the tears that stung at your eyes.

“Shit, it’s perfect,” JT murmured, eyes wide as he took in the room.

Good to know he felt the same as you did. By the time the two of you were sitting at the table at the other end of the room, Jesse had snuck a little bundle of snacks onto JT’s plate, the waiter that you’d nodded to having brought over a glass of prosecco each already too. Teamwork indeed.

“This feels surreal,” JT said softly, voice full of disbelief.

It really, really did. But it was your reality, your dream that you’d built together, and you were going to savour it while it lasted. “Better believe it baby. This is all for us,” you grinned.

“Cheers to that,” JT laughed, lifting his glass in salute.

First came the speeches – JT went first, making your eyes fill with happy tears as he openly declared his love for you in front of all the most important people in your lives, saying how lucky he was to finally be your husband. Then came your dad, as father of the bride, who had everyone in sappy tears, welcoming JT to your family officially, asking him to take care of his little girl. And then came Jesse, as best ‘man’, who had everyone in tears of laughter with embarrassing stories of JT, as well as a few of you too.

“Before I finish up and let JT’s flaming cheeks cool down, I’ll tell you one last story. On JT’s cup day back in summer 2022, my new sister came along even though she wasn’t sure she should, seeing as they’d only been on three actual dates by that point. But I told her, as did everyone else that day, that JT was smitten and that she was already family, so she belonged as much as the rest of us did. But it was on the way home that night that I knew they were going to last. JT was sloppy drunken mess, as we all know-”

Your husband’s face scrunched up in a sarcastic thanks, Jesse just beaming at him.

“-and he basically had to be poured into the taxi by the two of us. And then, she called him baby…and you should’ve seen his face. It was like he’d seen the moon and the stars and the sun all at once. The love on his face, so open and so pure, was like nothing I’d ever seen him show before, and it was then that I knew for sure that I’d get to call her my sister one day.”

Oh god. Oh wow, that was when she knew? That sweet little passing drunken moment? You heard JT let out a soft laugh next to you, a little wet like he had tears in his eyes, and just a glance over at him showed you that he was indeed more than a little emotional. That day had been so early in your relationship, before he’d even asked you to be his girlfriend, before you’d even moved to Denver to be with him for good, and that’s when she knew?

“Clearly I was right, because here we are. Everyone knew long before they even did, how perfect they are for each other, and I’m honoured to be able to welcome you officially to our family. So everyone raise your glasses, and let’s toast to the new Mr and Mrs Compher! Cheers!”

You took a big mouthful of your own drink as your guests drank too, applause immediately filling the room while tears filled your eyes all over again. JT glanced at you, smiling widely, before he stood up to pull his sister into a firm hug, both of them holding on for a little longer than usual, before Jesse let go of him to pull you into a hug too.

“Thank you, so much,” you murmured to her.

“No, thank you. For bring out the best in him, always,” she murmured back.

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to compose yourself, Jesse just grinning as she stepped away to move back to her own seat. JT saw the storm of emotions on your face as you sat back down, and slid his hand into yours with a word, squeezing that silent show of affection he always did.

“Everything okay?” he murmured.

“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed. That was…whew, that was all so much,” you admitted, “in a good way though.”

“As long as it’s all in a good way,” he nodded, eyes serious.

Your sweet overprotective man. It was all you could do to lean over and press a soft kiss to his lips, pouring all your emotions into the embrace, JT just sighing happily as he raised a hand to cup your face. Just a slow, soft, sweet kiss, but it was everything you needed to steady yourself, and when you felt a little less shaky you pulled away, JT just smiling at you. You knew you were smiling like an idiot back at him, but you couldn’t help it. This happiness, this genuine unparalleled joy, was unlike anything you’d ever felt, and you wanted to savour it.

The rest of the evening was smooth riding from there on it. All the food courses were brought out, JT making sure you ate between talking with guests, as well as mason jars being brought around with your favourite cocktails in, polaroid cameras at every table to capture those candid moments, and so so many sweet little kisses with JT. It was perfect. So undeniably perfect. There was just one thing left to do – to open up the dancefloor.

“Here with their first dance, let’s hear it for the bride and groom!”

You grinned up at JT as he led you to the middle of the dancefloor, resting one hand on your waist then clasping the other with one of yours up by your shoulders, you just resting your free hand on his chest. He’d been worried about looking like a fool in the first dance, seeing as it wasn’t something he usually did in public, so the two of you had actually practiced swaying together in a little two-step in your kitchen a few times, just to ease him into the motions of it all. It was those kinds of sweet little moments that let you know you were right in choosing him to spend the rest of your life with, and to be honest, you couldn’t wait to get started.

“Stars shining bright above you, Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you", Birds singing in a sycamore tree, Dream a little dream of me. Say nighty night and kiss me, Just hold me tight and tell me you miss me, While I'm alone and blue as can be, Dream a little dream of me.”

As Ella Fitzgerald’s voice filled the room, you lost yourself in the feeling of JT’s arms, his eyes locked with yours like he didn’t want to miss a moment of it either. This moment, this was the one you wanted to remember the most, this little pocket of time that was just yours. Nothing would ever match up to this, ever, and you could only hope he felt the same.

“Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you, But in your dreams whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me.”

Cheers and applause filled the room as the song faded to a finish, JT capturing your lips in a soft kiss that left your heart racing, whoops and catcalls adding themselves to the chorus around you too. JT broke the kiss with a laugh, shaking his head fondly at his teammates, before looking back down at you.

“I love you, Mrs Compher, so much,” he murmured, eyes shining as he said your new name.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, smile spreading across your lips.

JT just kissed you slowly again, hand cupping your face, his tongue lightly brushing along your bottom lip briefly before he pulled away once more. There would be more time to explore that later, to explore his body all over again to start this new chapter of yours lives together, when the two of you eventually retreated to your hotel room. But for now, you just looked up at his smiling face full of adoration and let him sway you from side to side amongst the other couples who’d joined you. For now, this was all you needed, just him. And it was everything.

[rainbowsky]

New-ish turtle here and just read about the actor Lan QiRen’s post. I think my motto in this fandom is to trust what I see, otherwise my brain is fried trying to debunk 🍬🍬 like these, because I am very skeptical.

GG must have been so touched by DD traveling all those hours by car just to be with him, that he had to design this for 520. I’m an artist myself and can totally understand GG’s need to express his emotions through art and for all the world to see. AND using BJYX references, which makes it even sweeter because only those in the know and their 4M+ turtles will get it. Ahhh. I love them so much!

Thanks for your blog, as always! 💛

Hi newish turtle! 💛🐢💛

This is in reference to a previous post.

Fake, fan fiction, major clownery and CPN.

Yeah, there are a lot of good reasons to believe it might have been created by GG, not least being the personal nature of the image. It's hard to imagine HZT creating something like that just randomly and posting it online. Maybe if he was a complete stranger and a turtle, but for someone from their direct entertainment circle to make a post involving a covid test, etc. seems... potentially too personal and socially very awkward.

It's more likely to me that he heard one of them musing that it's getting harder to make those kinds of posts lately, and offered to post it for them. Or something along those lines.

But the #1 thing that makes me think it was GG who created it and not some other person - any other person - was the fact that the mole part of the drawing was part green and part red, rather than completely red or completely green.

Most artists would have just gone with red because that's the color of the side of the drawing that the mole is on, or green to balance the drawing. But GG would not have wanted one of their colors to be separated out on its own, away from the rest of the heart. It's that kind of special personal touch that makes it seem like GG to me.

This is my CPN and I'm sticking to it. 😅 The second I saw that mole was half red and half green, I immediately thought, "GG drew this."

But of course it's possible HZT did it because, like us, he was touched by the story. We'll probably never know for sure.

Anyway, glad you're enjoying my blog! It's definitely a good time for turtles. We're being well fed these days!

Edit: more on this here.

[amberdablade]

philza but the reader keeps taking his bucket hat -🦝

I should probably work on my five page report...... butttttt this request kept popping up in my mind :)

Enjoy some short story fluff my wonderful 🦝 anon :D

💛💜💚~Imagine~Taking Philza's hat and keeping it for yourself~💛💜💚

TW: None :D

Philza loved you dearly, he’ll say that. Everything about you was so wonderful and perfect that nothing could quite compare to precious you.

Everything you did was amazing. Every time you laughed his heart fluttered, every time you spoke to him he couldn’t stop blushing, every time you held his hand his wings fluffed up with happiness; you made him the happiest he could ever be.

But, there was something new that you had been doing that wasn’t exactly ‘perfect.’ You had been taking his favorite hat that he wore constantly and wearing it yourself.

At first he didn’t mind it and found it rather cute how you would take it from him and wear it, but when you didn’t stop and kept doing it, it began to get on his nerves.

He would try to take it back from you, but you were always so fast and hid it so well that it was nearly impossible. And whenever he did get it back, it wasn’t even ten minutes later and you had it again.

This would go on for hours on end of him trying to get it back from you.

Hours turned into days, which turned into weeks which eventually turned into months, and you still kept it from him.

After almost four months of this, he finally just gave up and let you have it.

After all, it was just a hat, you were a thousand times more important than it, and besides you did look adorable in it.

He’ll just have to ask Techno to get him a new one.

Another month had passed, and one day in the morning when he was still sleeping, you snuck into his room and placed it on his head.

He awoke to it on, and immediately went to find you to give you a hug.

“You’re sweeter than you look.”~

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Word Count: 397

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers: Valentine’s Day Tweets 2021 [ENG Translation]

❤️ Ayato ❤️

“Today’s Valentine’s Day, right? I don’t give a damn, but I wouldn’t mind givin’ yours a try? Also this blood which scents so sweetly. Come on, hurry up and feed it to me.”

💜 Kanato 💜

“Today’s Valentine’s Day. You’ve obviously prepared chocolates for me, right? You must feel so blessed to prepare these every year while thinking of me, and eventually have me eat them, don’t you? Fufu, I’m happy too.”

💚 Laito 💚

“Heeey, Bitch-chan~ Why do you seem so fidgety? Aah, you’ve got chocolates for me. But you’re basically offering yourself along with them, no? As you wish, I will devour you with them. ❤️“

💛 Shuu 💛

“Valentine’s Day chocolates...? You know I hate sweets, don’t you? Besides, you can prepare something which I’d enjoy much more, can’t you? If you get what I’m saying, go ahead and loosen your clothes. Hurry up and let me suck.”

💙 Reiji 💙

“Thank you once again. I shall eat them since I have no other choice...Just kidding. Would you laugh if I were to admit that I look forward to your chocolates every year?”

🤍 Subaru 🤍

“Chocolates, huh? You better not be handin’ these out to a bunch of dudes. You belong to me...In other words, the chocolates you’ve made are mine as well. So you’re obviously obligated to eat them together with me too. Hurry up and sit down.”

🖤 Ruki 🖤

“Chocolates? Since you’re offering them to me, I can assume they taste even more sublime than your blood, no? If not, you will obviously be punished. I shall discipline you even sweeter than usual tonight, so you better brace yourself.”

💝 Kou 💝

“Thank you for the cute chocolates! I’m really glad to receive these from you year after year! Because it makes me realize I’m special in your eyes. You can set high hopes for what I’ll give you in return~ ★”

🧡 Yuma 🧡

“What are ya hidin’? Those chocolates are for me, right? I bet ya don’t want to hand them over ‘cause ya failed, but the shape or quality doesn’t matter, right? As long as ya put yer feelings in there. So hand them over already.”

💘 Azusa 💘

“You’re giving me...chocolates...? I’m so happy to get them from my beloved Eve. I want to experience this feeling of joy again so...Can I look forward to receiving chocolates from you again next year...?”

💖 Carla 💖

“I had noticed you had been especially restless  as of late, but it all makes sense now. You were preparing chocolates for me, were you not? ...In that case, part your lips. I shall savor it melted and even sweeter, directly from your mouth.”

💕 Shin 💕

“Hmm, you’re giving me chocolates? You obviously made these with me in mind, right? ...I see, then I’ll give them a try. But you know, you really don’t have to go through all this trouble, I was gonna keep you by my side either way after all. Understood?”

💗 Kino 💗

“Today’s Valentine’s Day, right? If you’ve prepared some for me, I don’t mind accepting them. Konpeito would be nice too, but I don’t dislike your homemade chocolates either. So...Come on, hurry up and gimme!”

[your-ace-cousin-clover]

Hey!!! Ted x Trent fic rec anon here!!!! First of all I love your blog ♡♡♡

fucking insane, unhinged, amazingggg!!!

Secondly the fics recs 🥺🥺....I cannot wait to read all of them!!! Thankyou so much!!!

I've read the GBBO fic, it was the first one I read infact!!!! Every ship should have atleast one bakeoff fic but I've never found that AU for most of my ships :(

Also I just finished reading A kind of dwell and welcome like yesterday and I haven't recovered!!! No words?!!? It was just perfect!?!?

Thanks again, your recs have got me even more excited & thank you for the great work you are doing in the tomgreg fandom as well 👀💛🌼

Have a good day, year and life! ♡ :D

Aww, thank you for your compliments!!! You're extremely sweet! <33

Oh man right? Like why isn't GBBO not an AU setting in most fandoms? I would kill for a version for GBBO for Tomgreg (hmm, might have to tap Elise @feuillytheflorist about that).

But omg, you've read some of the quintessential ones already, so go ahead read the heist one (cause omg, it's so iconic, I barely paid attention to my dinner cause I wanted to rush back and finish it), Robinhood one (again, just works somehow) and umm, role reversal one cause that hit so different. Oh fuck, also the Vampire one cause that straight up killed me, it was soooo good.

I'm literally in the process of writing my own Ted/Trent fic? (Actually two different ones!) One of them is a more sweeter fluff about from Trent's parent's perspective coinciding present day post-S2 events where Ted publicly comes out and that ruins Trent's sleep. The second will be more hurt/comfort (on brand for me I guess) with Trent sending Ted voice notes when he's off to America by trying too soothe him by reading stuff such as poetry (Siken, wink, wink). So, I'm excited for those!

Please feel free to drop in by my inbox and tell me your thoughts about ted/trent, or the fics I recced, or literally any fandom stuff!

And do take care and have a wonderful time! 💖

[moonchildstyles]

poppy

aster part five: y/n’s in love and she just wants to show harry how in love she is

wordcount: 13k+

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Harry💛       I'll be out in another half hour. Get dressed and be ready, and I'll come get you. I want to do something special today with you. I'll let you know when I'm on my way. xx

Harry, her boyfriend, texted her. Somehow, since their somewhat emotional conversation, he had only gotten sweeter and softer on her. There wasn't a day that went by without him being with her; wether it just be taking his lunch to campus and sitting with her in between classes, letting Liam lock up and Zayn take care of remaining appointments so he could leave earlier and be with her, or just inviting her over to spend the night with him again. She knows she doesn't have much to compare it to, but Harry's got to be the best boyfriend on the planet. There's no way anyone could treat her better than he does; no one could be more understanding, affectionate, and fun to be around.

There's no way she could be in love with anyone that wasn't Harry.

She doesn't really know if she's moving too fast, or just mistaking her feelings for love, but at this point she thinks she can't much deny how deeply she feels for him. There's no way that what she feels for him—the constant reminder of him in regular things, the yearning to be with him almost constantly, the way he makes her feel vulnerable yet so secure at the same time—could be anything but love. She just wants to scream it from the rooftops, and tell the world, including Harry himself, that she's in love with the kindest, smartest, most amazing man in the world. But, she knows that she could be moving a tiny bit fast, and she doesn't want to be that "crazy" girl that drives boys away because she gets "obsessed" or confesses her love too quickly. She doesn't know what she'd do if Harry just broke up with her if she took it too far.

So she'll just keep it to herself.

Sarah was currently at her last class of the day, leaving (Y/N) home alone. When she had told Sarah that Harry was officially her boyfriend, it almost felt like a preteen movie the way she was so excited for her. She bubbled off questions for her, almost screaming and jumping at how (Y/N) "finally got her first boyfriend!" It was sweet how excited she was; it felt reminiscent of an older sister bonding with her sibling over boys. It felt nice getting her enthusiastic support, even if the teasing increased.

        Okay, I'll see you soon!! Drive safe💛

(Y/N) replied to Harry's text, getting up and getting dressed and ready like he asked. The weather was perfect to be outside; the ideal spring day. She dressed for the weather, in a summery dress with little lavender flowers decorating the white flowy fabric, and a lacy headband holding her hair back. She quickly washed her face, not bothering with makeup at the moment as she didn't feel the need. Harry always told her that she looked "jus' s'pretty, angel, s'pretty" even if she had less makeup on than him. Also, the thought of coming home and having to take it all off just made her tired.

Soon enough Harry had arrived outside of the apartment complex, shooting her a text to let her know he was there. (Y/N) basically ran down the hallway, and down the stairs to the parking lot to him. His car was still running as he was parked again the curb. She bounced into the car, shutting the door and not bothering to even buckle up before she leaned across the center console and planted a kiss onto his cheek.

Harry turned to look at her from his phone, his black sunglasses covering his eyes (though she thinks she sees another pair holding his hair back). His ringed hand reaching out and landing on the side of her neck, with a soft, warm smile matching the weather. "Come back here. I want a real kiss, love."

She eagerly lent back over, touching her hand to his chest before closing her eyes and pressing her lips to his. She could feel the faint smile on his mouth as she initiated their affection. Harry gave her those quick, short kisses, never fully pulling away before planting another onto her lips. He pressed one, last hard kiss before pulling back. He rubbed their noses together for a moment before pulling away fully.

"Missed you today," Harry crooned, his hand sliding down from her neck to the hand on his chest, "I wanted to leave in the middle of appointments and come get you. I feel like I haven't seen y'in so long."

His hand wrapped around her fingers before pulling them up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the top of her hand. (Y/N) laughed at him, "You saw me yesterday, H."

"For twenty minutes before y'had to go to class. That's not long enough, angel," Harry challenged, his fingers squeezing her's, "I like spending time with m'girlfriend, what can I say?"

That last comment got her feeling so soft. It was still so nice, and new hearing him call her his girlfriend. She'd never been that to anyone before, and to hear her Harry—her tattooed, pierced, protective Harry—call her his girlfriend just made her heart bloat from the full feeling she got. "I like spending time with you, too."

Harry just smiled at her, facing away and pulling away from the curb. His hand stayed held in hers, running his polished thumb along the edge of her own. His speakers sounded with music from a new playlist she'd never heard from before. This one was actually entitled with letters that matched her initials followed by a flower emoji. She squeezed his hand in her's after reading that bit, and tuning into the upbeat love song playing.

"What are we doing today?" she asked after a song she particularly liked finished playing. Her fingers traced along the tattoos on Harry's hand, particularly this one of a little honeybee in between his thumb and forefinger.

"I thought we could spend the afternoon outside, if that's okay. The weather's nice, and I put together a picnic so we could eat in the park," Harry explained, glancing over at her as he drove. (Y/N) loved that idea. Harry had told her a little while back of this park he went to when he needed to sketch out ideas for the shop's design book; particularly this small secluded spot that not a lot of people ventured towards even though he said it looked like the type of field The Great British Bake-Off would set up their tent in.

(Y/N) agreed with a small okay as he drove them to the park in question.

Once there, it wasn't nearly as busy as (Y/N) would have assumed from the weather. She did figure since it was around noon on a Tuesday that people were still busy with work and school, but how anyone would stay inside on a day like this was wild to her. Harry exited the car and met her on her side before opening the back door and pulling out a deep green canvas bag with what she assumed was their food and other things he could have packed. He took her hand in the other and led her down the trail. She followed him towards the back corner behind the main focal point of a fountain, with a rather large cluster of trees blocking his spot from the main stream of people. Behind the tiny forest was the field with wild flowers and bright sunshine that he had told her all about. In the shade of the largest tree, Harry pulled a navy blue quilt from the bag and laid it out before sitting down and pulling her with him.

"Do y'like it?" Harry asked, pulled her closer for a moment and pressing a kiss on her already blushing cheek.

"Yeah, it's so pretty, H. Thank you for bringing me here," she concurred, leaning closer to him right under his arm.

He hummed in acknowledgment before leaning closer to her. He ducked his head down and pressed a kiss to the skin in front of it, "Not as pretty as you, but I know what y'mean."

She whined out his name, hiding her face behind her hand. He still was able to make her all bashful, and flushed with just the sweetest and easiest of compliments. She's sure it'd never get old.

Harry just laughed at her embarrassment, pressing another kiss to her face. He reached towards the bag he had placed on the corner of the blanket, pulling out small take out containers from the little Chinese restaurant that had become a favorite of their's. (Y/N often considered it their restaurant).

"I got us our favorites, with extra rice this time. I hope this is okay, I didn't feel like cooking today," Harry mumbled, focused more on pulling out the separate containers and evenly distributing them.

"It's perfect, Harry. Thank you for even doing all of this, and bringing food and everything." (Y/N) just felt so soft at all the effort that went into this last minute date. He just tried so hard to make all of their time together perfect, even if they just stayed in or if he did something small like this. Gosh, she has to be in love.

"Of course, angel. I told you I've missed you," Harry offered as the explanation. He threw a smile over his shoulder at her as started popping open the containers and getting out utensils and napkins.

Harry moves back to his position next to her, laying his legs out in front of him with his palm laid flat behind him to prop him up. With the sunlight casting a sunny glow on him, all the tattoos on his torso shown through his sheer black top with floral appliques, and his ripped black skinny jeans and patent leather black boots, he just looked like a Gucci model. His nails today were a glittered black, chipping at the corners, his favorite "H" and "S" rings on his fingers next to his large gold ones of the lions holding jewels in their mouth. It all screamed for some type of editorial photoshoot with him as the muse. (Y/N) thinks that maybe if he hadn't decided to go on and be a tattoo artist, he could have been a model or something. He could walk runways even, she believes.

"Why're y'looking at me like that?" Harry crooned, his perfect smile on his face. He reached over, his hand softly resting on her jaw, "Y'look like you've got hearts in your eyes."

It looks like he's got his own heart eyes, actually. "No reason. You just look really handsome." A heat reached her cheeks, her gaze leaving his own intense one.

"And you look beautiful, angel," Harry's cooed, his tone quiet and private although no one else was around to hear it anyway. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, rubbing their noses together for moment after he pulled away. "Now let's eat, yeah?"

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After eating their late lunch, the sun moved lower in the sky, but still bright. The buttery glow added to the warmth of Harry's head laid in her lap (and the type of warm you get after eating, but mostly from Harry). After putting all of their trash away and cleaning up, Harry had laid down across the blanket with his head in the lap of her folded legs.

His hair was swept across his forehead, the sunglasses that had been holding his hair back were now folded next to the canvas bag. The arm closest to her body was wrapped around her mid section, holding her with his fingers squeezing at her hip periodically. His other hand was laid on his chest over a large tattoo of a crystal-like rose in between his two swallows. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was even and deep, but the few squeezes from his fingers would assure her that he was still awake. (Y/N) occupied herself with tracing over his features with her fingertips.

Her fingers brushed through his hair and traced his hairline. She ran them over his eyebrows to which he furrowed them causing her to let out a breathy laugh. She rubbed the crease in between them, making him relax and go back to his sleep like state. She traced the crease of his eyelid, touching the tips of his long lashes before running them underneath his eyes and wiping away faint, runaway shadows of eyeliner. She traced his jaw and nose, caressing the planes of his cheeks. She left his lips for last, feeling the fullness and ridges that she usually only feels with her own. His lip ring was changed out to a plain black one from his old silver one, causing it to stand out more against his skin. She traced over his hoop, feeling along the edge of his bottom lip. As she traced the Cupid's bow, his lips puckered to kiss the pad of her finger. The hand on his chest, reached up and held her's against his lips. He kissed each of her fingers so softly, like a butterfly's kiss (Y/N) thinks. His eyes remained closed as she let out an airy laugh at him.

"I love that," she murmered, referring to the way he seemed to kiss her hands almost as much as he kissed her lips. It was cute seeing him so gentle with her like that, the pink paint on her nails matching that of his lip color with the contrast of his lip ring standing out. His own tattooed hand over her own. One of her favorite tattoos of his faced her on the edge of his hand on the side of his pinky, standing out to her especially in that moment. It was a sentence printed out in all capital, handwritten letters that said love me please?.

"I love you, too."

What?

His eyes stayed closed at his whispered confession, his hand moving their joined ones to his cheek and pressing her's there. It was like it was normal and common for them to say that to one another, like he had just asked her about her day. It was like he hadn't just told her he loved her; like he hadn't just told her the words she's been dying to hear and dying to tell him for at least the past month.

"What?" Her voice stayed quiet, but much more clear than his had been. She'd love to just take it as it was, that he wanted to confess to her in that moment, but she couldn't believe that that's the way it would happen. With him half asleep in her lap, in the corner of a park as she just told him that she liked it when he kissed her fingers. She could have misheard him for all she knows.

His brows furrowed with his eyes still closed, he squeezed the hand around her hip, turning his body onto his side. He let go of her hand, putting it in his hair as his own joined the other arm and wrapped around her middle. He nosed at her hip, pressing a kiss there too. "What?" he repeated back to her.

Her hand stayed still in his hair, with the one behind her fisting the blanket they laid on. Her own brows raised, as she almost felt like her eyes rounded out at they way he was behaving. He's just told her he loves her and he's cuddling into her like his little kitten Evie would. "You said you love me," she responded, a croon to her voice she doesn't recognize.

A rigidness fell over his body. While his shoulders went taunt, his grip on her loosened. His eyes slowly opened, like he dreaded to see what would be there when they opened fully. He slowly sat up, leaving her lap and the warm bubble they had been sat in since they finished eating. He sat next to her, with his body facing behind her. His torso turned towards her, with his hands leaning in front of him in the space between them. His gaze stayed down at his hands as they messed with the fibers of the blanket.

"I...I didn't realize I said that, 'm sorry." His eyes glanced up at her's, where surprisingly her's were the ones that were looking for that contact.

"Do you mean it?" was all she asked in response. This time she could see a flush come over his skin as opposed to it always being after her.

He gave her one of those shy lopsided smiles she rarely saw from him as he was usually so sure of himself. He shrugged and matched her eyesight for a moment before moving back to his hands. "Yeah...but y'don't have to say it back, I know it might be a bit soon. I didn't even realize I said it, not exactly the way I pictured I'd tell you. Not very romantic, huh?"

He tried to joke away his revelation, making her feel like she has to be the one that reassured him of her feelings, not the other way around like usual. It was a different dynamic between them for her. He was usually so sure, and so ready to let her know where he stood, by words or by actions. But nothing could top the feeling of knowing that Harry loved her, that it wasn't just some sleepy nonsense he had said on a whim. He meant it. He meant it when he said he loved her. All of those times she would sit at work behind the library counter, or distract herself from her coursework where she would just think about how much he meant to her and if he felt the same way, that he could have been doing the same. That he did feel that same buttery warmth, that same rosied hue when he looked at her, that softened haze when he was reminded of her, he felt it all.

Her hand reached out towards his, moving her body to follow. Where she was sitting previously with her legs criss-crossed beneath her, she moved so her legs were folded beneath her at the knee with her bum on her heels. He looked up at her, his gaze finally matching her own. Her other hand reached towards his shoulder, tangling through the strands that rested there. This time he didn't look away from her when she spoke, "I love you, too, Harry."

That same shy smile graced his lips, his fingers wrapping around her own over the blanket. "Yeah? Y'love me?"

"Yeah, lots." Now it was her turn to get bashful at the confession of just how deep she felt it.

"Me too, angel. S'much."

He moved his hand out from underneath her's, and put both of his own on her waist and pulled her to his lap. She sat astride him with her knees bent and her heels touching her thighs. Her butt sat against his own thighs, with her chest touching his. His hands abandoned her sides and instead cradled her face between his ringed hands.

"I love you so much, m'sweet girl." He rubbed their noses together for a moment before locking their lips together. It felt different than their kisses from before. Still the same comfort, and groundedness, but (Y/N) doesn't know if maybe she was just making stuff up or willing it to feel a certain way because that's how it was in books and movies, but there was almost like there was an added layer of connection. This type of kissing didn't serve any other purpose other than to show how much they really did love one another; a deeper affection than (Y/N) thinks she's ever felt. There wasn't anything else in this world other than Harry at that moment. She never thought she'd be in love or be loved—after having gone through her childhood and living with her parents, she didn't think she'd ever have the chance to have a normal love—, and to be both of those things with Harry? It felt so freeing.

While love is meant to conquer all, it couldn't conquer the need to breathe.

She pulled away from him, her fingers saying laced in his hair. Her forehead laid against his shoulder, a deep smile on her face at the feeling of just being with him. Harry kissed the side of her head. His hands rubbed up and down on her back, scratching gently at certain points.

"I love you," she whispered against his shirt.

Her arms tightened around her in a hug. She felt him smile against her hair just before he breathed out at laugh. "Woah, love. Y'dont think that's a bit soon? I jus' met you and you're saying y'love me? You're wild."

She pulled back from his shoulder and gave him a shocked, flushed face. "Harry! You just told me you loved me too! You even said it first!" she whined, feeling slightly embarrassed even though she knew he was just messing around.

"'M jus' kidding, baby. You know I love you, too. M'angel," he cooed to her, pressing extra kisses to the side of her face and trailing to her cheek and to the corner of her mouth. "Love you so much."

"Woah, Harry, you don't think that's a bit soon?"

"Oh, hush."

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"'M sorry, baby, I thought I had more time to finish all this. As soon as 'm done we can go get dinner, and do whatever y'want, yeah?"

The semester was winding down, giving (Y/N) much more free time during the week as some classes were unofficially finished until finals. She also took less hours at the library, letting herself have more time than she'd ever given herself before. Harry had been telling her she worked herself too hard between her classes and work and he wanted her to have a good summer; a good summer with him.

The Friday night she usually would have spent in the library, watching everyone cram for finals and reshelf books people didn't care to do themselves, was now spent with Harry over a nice dinner at a new Italian place that had opened on the other side of town. Or at least that's what it was meant to be.

The shop was officially closed for the night when she came by, Harry letting her in the locked door. All the other boys had gone home already, leaving it just the two of them for the time being before they left. Harry was supposed to drive them to the restaurant as soon as she got there, but when (Y/N) saw him open up the door for her she knew there was going to be a change of plans. When he would go to work, his hair was usually kept down, with maybe a headband or a small bun on the back of his head to keep it out of his eyes while sketching or tattooing, but now it was fully pulled back with a satiny, grey scrunchie he had stole from her. His eyeliner was smudged all over his eyes and his "H" and "S" rings were switched with the "S" first on his fingers (she thought that was really cute actually, but at the expense of his comfort, she felt bad), and his freshly painted mint green nails were already chipped and flaking away. His black satin shirt, with "Styles" embroidered in ivory thread over the breast pocket was wrinkled and sat awry on him; one end was tucked into his jeans and the other hung over the waistband.

He kept apologizing over and over for having to derail their plans because he forgot to do some paperwork on the leasing of the building and order forms and other various business formalities that (Y/N) didn't understand. Although he was in a rush to get back to work and get it all done as fast as he could, she could tell he really did feel bad for delaying their plans and having to "disappoint" her as he put it. He had led her to his back office with him, down that hallway she had seen him come out of the first time she visited all that time ago. His office was much like his room at his house, dark colors with small touches of homely things; a deep burgundy couch was pressed against the wall to the right of the door and a coffee table in front of it with his work desk directly across from the threshold. It was all warm colors and warm wood and some other little things (Y/N)'s sure that could be interchangeably switched between his home and this office.

He had led her to the couch and let her sit down as he took a seat in the desk chair. He continued his apologies there, messing with already organized papers and searching for a pen that was already in his hand.

"Harry, really, it's okay. Relax, you're getting stressed out over nothing," (Y/N) comforted, reaching towards him and landing her hand on his shoulder. "Just take your time and finish all your stuff. If we don't make it to dinner, it's fine, we can just stay in. I don't care what we do, I just want to be with you."

"Oh, angel, you're too sweet," he breathed, a small look of relief washing over his features. He leaned towards her, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "Y'can look through this, or draw something for yourself in it. 'M sorry I don't have much else for you to do while y'wait on me. Let me know if you're getting  bored or anything, please? 'M so sorry." He passed her a leather sketchbook and a sketching pencil with an apologetic smile on his face. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed to be asking her to basically color while she waited on him.

"Thank you," she offered, kissing his cheek and letting him return to his work.

(Y/N) laid the sketchbook flat on the coffee table, flipping through the thick pages filled with Harry's art style. Some pages were dedicated to one single design; a landscape, intricate line work patterns, or different animals which (Y/N) assumed were more for the design book as opposed to his personal collection of sketches. Other pages were dedicated to different angles of facial features; different angles of the same eye, different angles of the same nose, same chin, all dedicated to their own pages. After flipping through a good chunk of the sketches, (Y/N) found a section of pages dedicated to one person over and over. According to Liam that first time they met, Harry was more into sketchy type of work along with line work as opposed to drawing people and other realistic type of pieces, so seeing those pages wasn't what she expected. But the most unexpected part of it all, was that these drawings were of her.

Some were of her smiling and laughing, others were of a more serious face, or her pouting. It almost made her kind of want to cry honestly. He made her look so beautiful the way only an artist can; the way only he could. Her heart soared at the thought that, that was how he saw her; when he looked at her, he saw something worthy of committing to paper. He dated and initialed each page, showing that these pages went back as far as the weeks before they had even kissed. She knew it was around the time that he had explained he was avoiding her because he didn't know how to behave around her. It made her heart hurt from how full it felt at the thought of him really sitting down and drawing her because he didn't know how else to get his feelings out.

She glanced up at him from the book, watching him as he filled out the paperwork. She could see the side of his face, his tongue peeking out and messing with his lip ring as he read through the print on the page. She likened the face he was making now to what she imagines he could have looked like when he was sat out in that little part of the park, or sat up in bed late at night, or even just back here, in the office, for some privacy as he sketched out pages of her face. She let out a sigh at the idea, small enough that Harry didn't seem to notice.

Her eyes trailed down from his face, admiring her boyfriend. His arms and back muscles flexed as he filled out the different forms and reached around the desk for different papers and things. Seeing his shoulders strain against the satin of his shirt, (and she doesn't know if it was just the idea of him being in charge of his own business and the fact he was taking care of all of these things), he just looked so... sexy in that moment. He looked so strong, and firm, and collected. Compounded with the knowledge of him being so soft and sweet on her, and the fact he had drawn all of those beautiful pictures of him, made her feel a way she wasn't used to.

Of course, she wasn't immune to Harry's looks (she developed a whole crush on him even after he was a dick, just because he was cute for pete's sake!), but at this moment she doesn't think she's ever found him more attractive. Not even the time he had surprised her at the library, or when he was laid out on the blanket next to her the day he told her he loved her, or even when she had first met him could top the way she saw him right at this moment. Just the idea that the man that was stressfully taking care of his own business, was the same man that had probably sat alone in his favorite comfy sweats, and sketched her out because he had such a beautiful vision of her, he wanted a tangible version of it. It just... turned her on, really. It was like the feeling started in her heart and actually turned into a physical reaction to him.

She wanted him. She was ready, she doesn't know for what, but she was ready.

She wanted to show him what she thought of him. Kissing could only take her so far before it couldn't express how she felt to the fullest form. She wanted to show him her version of drawing him (she's a pretty lousy artist so she thinks this might be a better way to express her attraction than with an awful stick figure). She wanted to show him that now; to show him her love in a tangible, physical way.

She waited a moment, thinking of what to say. She watched his muscles move under the short sleeve of his shirt before moving her gaze to the sleeve of tattoos on his arm. The sleeve was really (as far as (Y/N) could tell anyway) just different miscellaneous objects and scenes scattered all over his arm, all tied together with a filler pattern behind them of intricate line work that resembled that of a mandala design. The lower tattoos on his wrist and hand morphed into a that of a thorny bush, small flowers decorating the tendrils wrapping up into his fingers and leaving small spaces in between for other petite tattoos he had there. One of her favorites (at least on this section on this arm) was a small cluster of watercolor poppy flowers on the outside of his bicep.

She thought maybe she didn't have to outright say she wanted him to touch her right away if she could just drop a couple of hints first. She figured since Harry was experienced, he would pick up on the hints immediately, and take charge the way he always did.

Luckily, with the way Harry had set up the office, the end of the couch was quite close to the work desk. With Harry filling out the space, and leaning towards the side closest to the couch, she was able to just lean over and press a kiss right onto the poppies on his arm.

She quickly pulled back after pecking his skin, wanting to see what his reaction was. He didn't stop working on his form, just a lopsided smile on his face. "Thank you, love," is all he said back as he continued his work.

(Y/N) felt herself pout at his words. She knows it wasn't exactly the most obvious of hints, but she reckons that if he were to do that to her she would drop all she was doing to pay attention to him. She tried again, this time just tracing the outside lining of the poppies before kissing his shoulder over the satin. When he did nothing in return, she decided she didn't have much of a choice than to actually speak.

"I like your tattoos," she mumbled. A lackluster start, but a start, right?

"Yeah? Heard a rumor y'had a thing for m'tattoos," Harry joked, flipping over a page and initialing spots on the back, "Which one's caught your eye this time?"

"The poppies. They're really pretty," she complimented, her voice small. How she could turn this conversation into one of something sexual, she didn't know.

"Y'want one? A tattoo, I mean. I could give it to y'real quick," he said, his deep voice contrasting with her own small mumbles.

"I don't even know what to get, Harry, or where I would get it. And you know my parents would kill me," she stopped him. Although she liked the idea of him lent over her, giving her a tattoo, she figured tonight wasn't really the night for an impromptu tattoo.

"I could give you a tiny, little one," he started, seeming to be done with that particular form as he sat his pen down and put his full attention on her, "Since y'like the poppies, we could give y'one of those. Make it real little and put it somewhere they can't see. It'd be our little secret."

(Y/N) assumes he probably wasn't trying to seductive, that his hooded eyes were just that of tiredness and straining from reading fine print. He probably didn't mean to make his voice especially gravelly and deep, as it was more so due to not using it within the last ten minutes. And it'd be their little secret? Oh gosh, she doesn't even know why that gets her but it does! She knows he probably wasn't trying to actively seduce her, but it sure feels like it.

"Where?" she squeaked out, not trusting herself to offer much more. She started picking at her nails in her lap, trying to relieve some of the fidgety nerves in her veins.

Harry pushed himself out of the little cubby of his desk, turning so he faced her. A lazy smile on his face as he patted his thighs, gesturing for her to sit on his lap. (Y/N) stood up, feeling a buzz go through her veins at his action, fueling the fire between her legs. She sat directly on his lap, her thighs on either side of his with her knees bent and her butt sat firmly on his upper thighs. One of Harry's arms held her behind her back, keeping her stable, while the other landed on the side of her jaw. He tipped her head up, causing her to look at him.

"We could put it here," he said , turning his own head to press a kiss behind her ear. "Or here." This time a kiss was planted on the lower side of her neck under her hairline and hidden by hair. He kissed gently along her jawline, no implications of what (Y/N) was wanting showing through his lips. "Y'probably wouldn't want it here, but you'd still look pretty," he joked right before he kissed her lips. As much as she tried to smile at his teasing, all she wanted to do was kiss him. She wanted to show him what she wanted without having to explicitly tell him in so many embarrassing words.

Harry quickly caught up to her, taking over and showing her the direction in which they were headed. He didn't let her deepen it the way she wanted, basically ignoring the little licks from her tongue on his bottom lip. He pulled away from her much sooner than she wanted, pressing a single kiss to the fullest part of her lips before looking at her with a smile on his face.

"We really could, love. Tattoo you, I mean. Wherever y'want it, we could," Harry offered, not realizing that she didn't want a tattoo (tonight anyway), but she wanted him instead.

She decided to take matters into her own hands, literally. She took ahold of the hand on her neck, and placed it on her breast, a deep flush overtaking her at her forewardness, but this somehow felt less embarrassing than actually saying it. "I could get it here," was her seductive remark, much less sultry due to the slight waver in her voice.

Harry didn't seem phased at all by what she had done, directing his palm away from the swell of her chest but keeping his fingers over the spot of where her heart would be. "Right over your heart, love? That'd be cute."

She thought she was supposed to be the clueless one here!

After huffing out a breath, she took his hand again shaking her head. "Could I have it here, Harry?" She boldly placed his hand under her skirt and right over her panties. She held it there with the help of her own hand, feeling the pressure from his fingers through her underwear, "Please?"

This seemed to be enough of a hint from her to get him to realize what she had been wanting. "Oh," he breathed out. His gaze flickered in between his hand and her eyes, his eye contact almost too intense for her in the moment. She wanted to look away from him, feeling embarrassed as he didn't immediately take up the opportunity.

Isn't that how it goes? As soon as one party makes it obvious they want the other, at least in romance movies, the other follows suit. Then the sensual music plays and a montage of roaming hands and moaning faces is played before a skip to the morning after.

But Harry just looked at her.

Her hand left his, allowing him the opportunity to remove the contact. But he just rested his fingers there, looking at her for a beat longer before kissing her again. This one was much harder, and deeper than any other kiss they had shared before. Gone were the the gentle touching of their lips, and the tentative licks into her mouth. They had been replaced with harsh pressing of the fullness of his lips to her's, his tongue wiggling through the seam of her lips and dominating the kiss. This was a show of how she made him feel physically, not pure affection. She loved it.

She moaned into his mouth as the hand on her pussy tensed, causing the flat of his palm to hit right over her clit. That same hand snaked from her front and over her hip to land on the swell of her bum. His mouth stayed firm on her, his arm supporting her back with the fingers gripping her side. His hand on her butt pushed her forward, causing her center to grind right over the bulge in his jeans. The thin cotton of her panties left nothing to be desired from the firm brush of the denim against her, another moan leaving her. Harry sighed into her mouth at the sound of her pleasure and the feeling of her body on his in ways he had only dreamed about up until now. Harry pulled her towards him a few more times, her moans and whimpers escalating at they went. Soon enough (Y/N) took the initiative and did it herself; grinding down as hard and fast as she wanted, aiming to relive the pressure that had collected in her tummy. After a particularly slow and hard grind, Harry let out his own full moan, graduating from his sighs and heaving.

(Y/N) figures there wasn't a song in the world that could rival the way that sounded to her ears. No music she'd ever heard was as beautiful and enticing as the sound that had just left his lips. And it was because of her. She wanted him.

Now.

She gave a few more of those presses from her hips before he stopped it all. Both his hands grabbed her hips and kept her from moving further. His lips disconnected from her own, burrowing into her neck and breathing heavily into the skin. She heard him mumble curses into her hair under his breath before pulling back from her.

His head rolled back onto the head rest of the chair, his eyes squeezed shut. With his heavy breathing, Harry heaved to her, "Okay, we've got to stop or 'm going to cum in m'pants."

(Y/N) somehow found the breath to giggle at his words. She laid her hands against his chest and waited for him to catch his breath. Once Harry seemed to have recovered from her ministrations, he opened his eyes. She rushed forward, ready to capture him in a kiss and bring them back to where they were just moments ago. He allowed only a single kiss before pulling her back from a hand on her waist. (Y/N) could feel herself pout at his subtle rejection, not wanting to stop when she could feel how sticky and wet she was just from those few minutes with him.

With his breathing now even, and him composed, Harry spoke to her in his measured, collected tone she knew all too well, "We've got to talk a little first, angel. I need to know what y'want."

"I just want you," She bubbled, figuring that enough explanation as she went for his lips again. He shook his head at her, his grip staying tight and not letting her get too far.

"No, love. I need to know what y'want to do tonight, if anything at all. I need you to tell me how far y'want me to go," Harry elaborated, his eyes staying firm on her's.

Honestly, (Y/N) didn't know how to answer that. She didn't really think that far ahead. She just had assumed that Harry would know exactly what she wanted and would do so in the experienced, and precise manner he did everything else. She didn't even know what she wanted tonight. She didn't think she was ready for sex, but she didn't know what else she could do to both relieve herself and take care of the bulge in his jeans that wasn't sex. She just wanted to feel close to him; feel his warm skin against her's. But how could she do that if she wasn't ready to have sex?

"I—I don't know," she answered, her gaze dropping to her fingers playing with the button of his shirt, so she wouldn't have to see his reaction. She'd never felt so juvenile before that moment; like she was unworthy of Harry and all his knowledge and experience. This didn't feel all special and romantic like she had thought it would feel when she finally decided to do anything intimate like this.

Harry hummed at her answer, seeming to mull it over and figure out what his next move should be. "Did y'want to do any more than what we jus' did?"

She knew she definitely wanted more than just the kissing and grinding. She wanted to feel him on her skin, no clothing in the way. She nodded her head, her eyes still avoiding his. He tipped her head up with a hand under her chin.

"I need y'to talk to me, yeah? I don't want to assume y'want something, and then find out you're not feeling good," Harry cooed, a firm undertone in his voice. (Y/N) nodded her head, seeming to forget how he's just told her he wanted her to talk. It only lasted for a second as Harry have her a pointed look with raised brows at her response.

"Okay, I understand," she rushed, wanting him to know she was listening to him. A soft smile took over his face, kissing her flushed cheek in adoration.

"I don't think we should make love tonight, alright? I don't think we're there yet. That alright?"

"Yeah," (Y/N) bleated, feeling nervous at the though of going all the way tonight. Although her mind was racing a mile a minute, for a moment she got stuck on the way he referred it to as making love. She didn't think anyone called it that anymore, and she loved the way it sounded coming from him.

"Good, good. Would y'mind if I did something for you tonight, then? I want tonight to be about you, and making you feel good," Harry explained. His hand under her chin moves to her cheek as she rubbed along her cheekbone. She mumbled an okay, the thought of him touching her and taking care of her pulling her into the place she was mentally when they were kissing. "I could lick into you, if you'd like. Does that sound okay, darling?"

Her brows furrowed. Although that sounded both wonderful and terrifying at the same time, she was confused at how he wanted to do something that would be focused on her pleasure with nothing in it for him. "What about you? I want you to feel good, too."

An amused smile molded his features, "Don't worry about me, angel. Seeing you feel good is going to be more than enough for me. Y'dont know how long I've wanted to taste you, so this is for me, too. Fuck, baby, seeing you might make me cum right away, if 'm being honest."

She felt a deep flush take her at the sound of his longing for her. The idea of him having imagined this moment before made her ready to just pull her clothes off and offer everything she had to him. She breathed a whine at the sound of his words, feeling a warm type of shiver travel down her spine. Harry mumbled a fuck under his breath and pressed a hard kiss to her lips before seeming to reel himself in.

"Go ahead and get on the couch for me, yeah? I want you to be comfortable for me," he suggesting, letting his grip go on her waist and allowing her to scoot off his lap. She quickly moved to the corner of the couch closest to the door. She slipped her shoes off and folded her legs underneath her, tucking herself into cushions. She felt herself lose the nerve she thought she had when she decided to initiate their intimacy. Now knowing that she was actually going through with it, made her nervous and jittery the same way she had been the day she went to visit him at the shop for the first time.

Harry followed, slowly behind her. He didn't want to overwhelm her and make her feel uncomfortable with his crowding presence. She felt awkward, not knowing what to do now that he was sat next to her with the promise of what he called "licking into her". Was she just supposed to throw her skirt and all off and just let him have at it or did he have something special he wanted to do? She knew what was coming next, but how were they supposed to get there?

Harry seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, softly setting a hand on her lower thigh. He squeezed the width of it, a gentle smile on his face. "We can jus' kiss for a little and see where it takes us, if that makes y'feel better. We don't have to jump right in, okay? Jus' wanna make y'feel good," he reiterated, constantly reminding her of his priority being her comfort and pleasure.

She eagerly nodded her head at his suggestion, clumsily climbing on his lap. His hand found its favorite spot on the side of her jaw, his thumb rubbing sweet circles on her cheek with his fingers tucked into her hair. He gazed at her with the most loving look in his eyes, just holding her. "You're so gorgeous, m'sweet girl. Love y'so much, so much."

He pulled her down to him, starting her with sweet, single kisses. He gently guided her through, allowing her to deepen and retract as she pleased. Soon enough, (Y/N) could feel his bulge straining against his jeans again and pressing against the inside of her thigh. She whined at the feeling; loving the reminder that she could effect him that way, just as he did to her.

"Y'feel that, baby? Y'feel what to do to me?" Harry groaned, taking her hand she had placed on his chest and gently holding it against his prick, "You're so sexy, m'love. I want you so bad."

(Y/N)'s brows furrowed, her face scrunching at the sound of his words and the feel of his thickness under her hand. She wanted him, she couldn't worry about it being "awkward" or not knowing what to do anymore. She needed Harry; his touch, his hands, his mouth, his intimacy. And he needed her.

"I want you, please," (Y/N) whimpered, tightening the hand in his hair. Harry mimicked her in his facial expression, groaning into her mouth as he continued to kiss her.

"Okay, okay, angel. Go ahead and spread your legs a little, okay? I'll take care of the rest, m'love," Harry crooned. She slid off his lap, following his words. Harry silently slid off the edge of the couch landing in from of her parted legs. He splayed his fingers over her knees, massaging the area.

She felt kind of silly, sitting in front of as he's all fully clothed, while she was sat with her skirt up and her panties showing. They weren't even sexy panties, which made it worse. They were this cotton, white pair with little pastel colored bunnies decorating the fabric. She felt silly; you could visibly see the difference in them. How could Harry in his cool black clothing, and intense tattoos and mysterious, hard exterior be about to eat out his girlfriend wearing bunny underwear?

Harry didn't seem to pay her embarrassment any mind as he sat looking at her with the sweetest, most gentle eyes. If she hadn't known any better, with him looking like that, she would have never though he'd be about to eat her out.

"Y'still feel okay, baby? Want to keep goin?" His constant seeming of consent made her feel so comfortable; she knew that if at anytime she decided she didn't want to follow through anymore, he'd stop in a heartbeat.

"Yes, please," she squeaked.

"I need y'to open your legs more then, yeah? Let me get between them so I can do m'job." His tone was lighthearted, like his job wasn't that of what he had promised.

(Y/N) tentatively spread her legs open for him. Her hands fisted at her shirt, her face flushed at the idea of Harry getting to gaze upon the one spot no one had ever seen on her before. And she was so wet; wet enough she's positive that she had soaked through the fabric of his underwear, like it was trying to show off just for Harry.

"Fuck, love. You're so wet," he awed. His words came out in breaths, like he was straining to keep collected. "All for me, baby? All 'cause of me?"

"Yeah," she bleated. Her cheeks heated further, the same heat traveled down her neck and to her chest. She refused to look at him, instead directing her gaze to the cork board he had posted on the wall behind him. She looked over the papers and drawings and anything else he had put on there, not paying attention or giving thought to any of it, just using it as a distraction.

"Hey, (Y/N), look at me. We don't have to finish, jus' because we've started." His voice was firm and direct, yet still flooded with soft undertones.

"No, I want to! I'm just embarrassed, cause of...you know." She didn't want to point out the fact he could see her sticky wetness through the cotton or even just the fact her underwear was at eye level with him.

"Don't be embarrassed, angel. I like your panties. They're very cute." His smile was lopsided, accompanying his slightly teasing tone.

She let out an embarrassed whine, her hands covering her face at his words. "Stop it! I wasn't planning on letting you see them so I didn't dress up," she cried, hoping he wouldn't mention it again.

"Baby, 'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I jus' think you're so cute. Y'don't need lacy panties for me to think you're sexy. You're sexy exactly as y'are," Harry cooed pressing kisses to the tops of her thighs, "Thank you for even letting me see y'like this. I love you, so much. So much."

"I love you, too," she admitted back, peeking out from behind her hands. He reached up and grabbed her arm and pulling to him as he slid down her to hand. He pressed a kiss to the top of her hand, something that always makes her feel good. It eases her, especially since it's something she's used to.

His fingers tangled between her's, giving her something to ground her (and he just wanted to hold her hand). His attention diverted back to the sight before him. Not thinking much of it, he started littering kisses on the inside of her thighs, feeling the soft skin against his lips. He watched her reaction, slowly working his kisses up further and further. When he looked up at her, she could see some tendrils of hair having escaped his bun and framing his face like he was some sort of prince.

Soon enough he was at the very peak of her mound. Leaning down, Harry kisses her right over her clit, his eyes finding her's to gauge her reaction. A hitched breath escapes her, not expecting him to just jump in and make contact, assuming him to have taken off her underwear first. She whimpered at the tiniest pressure from his lips relieving her (from both her nerves and the nagging coil in her tummy begging for release) for a second. "That alright?"

She jerkily nodded her head, hoping he would continue and do more. Instead, Harry squeezes her hand, a pointed look on his face as he rested his cheek on her soft thigh. "No, love, words. I need to know for sure how y'feel, yeah?"

"Yes, it feels good. Do it again, please?" Her voice rushed and strained in a way she'd never heard before. Harry brings characteristics and traits out of her she'd never expect from herself.

He obliged, pressing another firm kiss on her clit, feeling the wet patch right on the edge of his bottom lip, wetting his chin. The pressure made a sigh leave (Y/N)'s lips, encouraging Harry to go further. And he does. As he kisses, he starts going further down, exploring the offering in front of him. He stops right as he gets to the center of the damp spot, where her wetness had leaked out the most. (Y/N) hears him take a deep breath, before planting another deep kiss right over the patch of her wet. His eyes dropped closed, a hummed groan escaping him. "Y'smell so good, angel. Fucking incredible."

Harry's free hand that had been laid on her knee then disappeared. She didn't pay much attention to what he was up to as he was literally kissing her pussy and telling her how incredible she smelled, but soon she heard what she thought could have been his zipper. Her assumptions were confirmed when he started seeing his bicep flexing and moving in a motion that could only suggest that he was jerking himself off while tasting her. She was living up to his expectations to the point that he couldn't wait and had to touch himself while licking her. Now that caused a loud moan to leave her mouth.

Harry himself groaned into her wet spot, both from her reaction and feel of his hand on his prick. "Y'sound so sexy. Fuck, my love."

"Thank you," she absentmindedly squeaked, her breath heaving. It is a compliment right?

"You're so cute," he laughed a little, still never fully pulling away from her panty covered core. She could feel his voice and the vibrations through the fabric, causing her to whimper.

Unexpectedly, the flat of Harry's tongue licks up the whole of her pussy. The very faint taste of her coming through the fabric was driving him crazy. He needed to taste her right from the source, and get the whole experience of licking into her cute, little cunt (although he would never refer to it as such to her, not wanting to be too vulgar in front of her. He figures that might have gone out the window as soon as he buried his face between her legs, though).

"Darling, I need to taste you, please. Y'taste so good, I can't get enough. Can I please take them off?" he practically begged. (Y/N) didn't understand how he could still be the dominant character here while begging for her to allow him to taste her.

"Yes, please. I want—I need more," (Y/N) whimpered, reading to just rip her underwear off at the seams to get them out of the way. Although she did appreciate the way he waited for permission in everything, especially her state of undress, she just wanted to feel him fully at this point and she didn't want to wait.

Harry pulls away with a parting lick, freeing both his hands for a moment. He slipped his thumbs beneath the fabric over her hips, glancing up at her for a moment before he pulled them down. "Jus' tell me if y'want to stop okay? This is about you. I jus' want y'to feel good, m'love."

"Okay, okay, I promise! Please keep going," she whined, desperate to have him on her again.

He slid them down with a smirk on his face at her reaction. He took them down to her ankles, and slipping them off her feet before he looks up at the now exposed pussy waiting for him. Sitting back on his heels, Harry thinks he almost lost his breath. He knew that (Y/N) was going to have a pretty little pussy, as there's no way she wouldn't with how pretty the rest of her is, but this? Oh this, was probably the most precious sight he'd ever seen. Her pussy all glistening and wet for him, just waiting for his return. All for him, and only him. He's not sure if it's because he's so in love with her or that this is her first time ever—that she's just allowed him the privilege to take care of—but he thinks he's just seen his last meal and he couldn't wait to have it.

He didn't think he was taking too long of a moment admiring her, but he figures it had to have gotten to (Y/N) as she closed her thighs tightly. He looked to her face seeing her hands having returned there to cover her embarrassed flush. He didn't mean to make her self conscious, he just wanted to admire the art for a moment.

He placed both of his hands on her knees again, ready to open her legs again. "No, love, you're so beautiful. Don't be embarrassed, okay? I jus' can't believe 'm the first to see this. I love you."

(Y/N) moved her hands from her eyes, leaving them to cover just the bottom half of her face. "You think so?" She questioned between the gaps in her fingers.

"Of course, baby. You're so beautiful. I can't wait to taste all of you," he crooned, a gravel to his voice like he's just woke up.

(Y/N) silently spread her legs for him, allowing him to slide his hands from her knees to the underside of her thighs. With a swear under his breath, Harry tightened his grip on her thighs and threw them over her shoulders. His hands slid around; his palm laying flat over the top with his fingers flexing against the soft inside next to his head and elbow now cradling the outside.

Without much of a preface, Harry dove right in. His tongue wiggled in between the lips, tasting the wet slickness the way it was supposed to be tasted. And fuck was it so good; so sweet, and pure, and innocent even. He didn't even know innocence could have a taste! But it was everything to him right now.

(Y/N) let out a petite moan, half obscured by her fingers still over her mouth. The wet of his tongue against her most sensitive spot, took her somewhere she didn't even know existed. She'd never felt anything like this before and she doesn't know how she could ever live without this after; no wonder everyone's always on about all of this stuff!

Harry licked his way through, savoring the taste. His eyes were closed, completely focused on everything her. His chin covered in her wet as he took to her clit. He pet at the small peek with the flat of his tongue.

"Oh my gosh!" She moaned, the feel of his tongue getting her just perfect. It was everything she wanted from him. Her tummy and thighs clenching, Harry never stopping his ministrations.

"Y'like that, baby? Does that feel good?" he groaned, pulling away. His fingers flexed against her skin in reaction, grounding her and catching her attention amidst the pleasure.

"Yeah. Oh, Harry," she whined, her fingers coming up and covering her mouth. She felt so much energy in her veins and she didn't know what to do, she just wanted to cum but also never let this end. Harry mumbled a curse against her at the sound of her whining of his name, vibrating against her clit.

Her moans kept coming through, much less open and loud as they were just a moment ago. Harry opened his eyes, his mouth still attached to her clit, now sucking, as he gazed onto her face. Her eyes were scrunched closed in ecstasy, the fingers of one hand covering her mouth and obscuring the sounds Harry was hanging on. The other hand was sat next to her fisting at the fabric of the couch, tightening at the strokes of his tongue. It wasn't until she let out another sweet, quiet moan that Harry felt he had to say something.

Pulling back from her pussy and placing a kiss to the skin above before speaking lowly to her, "Y'still doing okay, baby? I need to hear you, so I know 'm doing a good job, yeah? So I know y'feel good."

She whined at the loss of contact, rushing out a quick Okay to appease him. Her fingers stayed over her mouth, making no move to listen to him. Harry trailed his own fingers along the inside of her thigh, giving a tickling feeling to tease her. He hummed displeased noise before continuing, "Give me your hand, love. Gotta stop covering your mouth."

(Y/N)'s quick to obey him, letting him take ahold of the one previously covering her mouth. He laces her fingers in his hair, not allowing her to be able to cover her mouth anymore without him knowing right away.

Pleased with her reaction, Harry resumes, sucking her clit and dipping his tongue into her hole just the tiniest bit. Her fingers tugging his hair, moaning his name. With her eyes closed and distracted by his tongue, (Y/N) barely misses the feel of Harry's hand leaving her thigh and reaching down towards his cock again. He hisses against her, pulling back and moving his other hand towards her pussy. He wet his fingers and rubbed her clit, allowing himself to just look at her as he fucked his hand. All of his wet dreams were finally coming true, now he just wanted to see her cum. He replaced his fingers on her clit with his month, trailing his fingers to her hole and gently dipping his fingertip in and circling around.

"Are y'close, angel? I want you to cum, I need you to," Harry crooned, his fingers still playing.

With both of those things tugging at her tummy, (Y/N)'s grip tightened in his hair. She jerkily nodded her head, "I'm gonna cum, H. Please."

She didn't quite know what she was begging for, but whatever it is she knew she wanted it. Harry moves his fingers back to her clit, circling and rubbing as he talked to her, "C'mon, sweetheart, cum for me. I love y'so much. Let me taste it, baby."

His fingers never stopped, causing her most breathless, loud moan to come out of her mouth. Harry squeezed his prick at that one, listening to her declare one last time that she was about to cum. He put his mouth back to her as the coil in her tummy came loose. Whines of his name came out as her fingers tugged on the roots of his hair, pulling him closer to her clit. Harry licked up all she had to offer, riding her through the orgasm, and tasting all of it. He moved his hand away, letting his mouth take over, and pet at her tummy.

The small tremors of her afterglow wore off soon enough. Her once tightly strung body, fell limp; her fingers let go off of the hold in Harry's hair, her thighs relaxed, and her shoulders dropped.

"Y'okay, love? Was that good for you?" Harry crooned, letting her come down and relax. Her eyes stayed shut, humming a confirmation noise. She smiled at her, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

Her eyes drifted open, seeing Harry sat back on his heels. His hair mussed from her fingers, more tendrils and baby hairs free from his scrunchie. His eyes were still blown out with lust. "D-did you finish?" She stutters, her breath slowly coming back to her lungs.

"Y'saw me, huh? Didn't think y'noticed," he smirked, not feeling at all on the spot, "But no, I didn't."

Her eyes widened a little bit at that, surprised that in all the pleasure she was feeling, he didn't allow himself to as well. "Do you want to? I-I can do something for you if you want," (Y/N) offered, her voice small, "I want you to cum, too"

"Just lay there f'me, yeah? It's all I need, darling. You've got me already s'close," he rasped, kneeling up to her. His eyes drifted down from hers and to his prick pulled out of his pants, leaking precum.

This being the first time (Y/N)'s ever seen a cock, she wasn't expecting it to be so... pretty? She always assumed they'd be something scary, but (maybe it's just cause it's Harry, she doesn't know) it was pretty. The head matched the pink of his lips, and the way it looked with his hands wrapped around the shaft made her feel so heart eyed for him. And it was so big. She should have known, with all the times she would feel his bulge against her, or even just the fact that, of course, everything about Harry would be perfect, including this.

She wanted to see him cum, too.

His eyes glanced up at her's a lazy smile on his face. "Y'want me to cum for you, baby?"

"Yeah," She bleated, her voice high strung at his words. The feeling tremors of her orgasm caning just a the sound of his voice.

"Y'do, yeah? Can I cum on your tummy, angel?" Harry continued, his hand moving faster against his cock. His thumb swiped against the pinked tip, spreading the precum around and slicking him. She jerkily nodding her head, willing to give him anything she wanted in that moment.

He scooted closer, resting the tip against her lower stomach. He tapped it against her skin a couple time, listening to the wet thump against her. He breathed a moan, sliding his hand up and squeezing occasionally.

"You've got me so close love. I love your pretty pussy and your moans, so much. I love y'so much," he groaned, praising her and drawing himself closer, "Love, I need y'to do one more thing for me, yeah?"

"Anything," she squeaked, eyes fixed in the way he was moving his hand. She wanted to give him everything he wanted, right then. His head rolled back with his eyes closed, his hand jerking quicker.

"Call me daddy, angel," his hand squeezed just at the mention of the word, "I jus' need y'to say it once and that's it. Baby, I need it."

She can't say she ever thought him to be into something like that, but the way he said it and practically begged her to say it, made her closer to coming again herself. She didn't even know what to say, but she just wanted to please him and make him cum. She looked up to his face, looking like he was almost in pain as he waited for her.

"Please, daddy." She begged, her eyes rounding out as he sang praises and swear words at her voice. His hand quickened, mumbling something to himself that she couldn't hear. He moved in short bursts, tapping his tip against her skin again.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, his muscles tightening just as the first burst of his cum came through. The warm streaks painted her skin, just barely missing the hem of her crop top. His breathing was heavy as he jerked out the rest of his cum, giving her everything she had just given him. And she caused that; he felt that way all because of her and how he reacted to her. She decided next time this happened, she wanted to taste it.

Once he was drained, he fell down to the couch next to her. His forehead rested on her shoulder, his breaths hitting her bare skin. "Y'did s'good, m'love, s'good. I love y'so much."

He laid with her for a few more moments before pressing a kiss to her bicep and getting up from the couch. He tucked himself back into his pants, and picked up her panties from the floor. "I'll be right back, okay? I jus' need to grab something to clean y'up."

He left the office with a promise to be back quick, taking her panties with him as he didn't want to make her put her wet underwear back on. (Y/N) barely had time to think about the cum on her tummy getting cold before he was back with a wet washcloth he had to have gotten from the tattooing supplies. He sat next to her again, wiping away his cum. Once clean, he flipped her skirt back down over her privates. He squeezed her thigh and looked up to her, seeing her looking still all fucked out.

"Y'feel okay, m'sweet girl? Y'look a little gone," he cooed, placing his hand on her cheek.

"Yeah," she breathed, holding the wrist of the hand on her face, "I love you so much, Harry."

Harry cooed to her, reciprocating her sentiment and kissing her sweetly on her mouth, and rubbed their noses together. She kept brushing her hair out of her face, feeling overwhelmed with having him all over her and her hair obscuring everything. He pulled away, pulling his hair out of the scrunchie, before using it to pull her's back.

"That better, love?" he asked, smoothing her hair back. She nodded her head, still in her love daze with all his touching and attentiveness. "Sorry we didn't go to dinner. We got a little distracted, huh?"

She laughed at his teasing, "It's okay, I'm happy we stayed in."

"Yeah? Me too," he agreed, kissing her one more time before standing up from the couch, "Let's go home, okay? We'll get y'into some warm clothes and I'll make dinner."

He could have suggested they go into a burning building and she would have agreed without a second thought.

"Yeah, lets go home."

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"H, you need to pay attention. They're trying to talk to you," (Y/N) whispered, grabbing at Harry's hand he had planted on her waist.

Adam, Mitch, Clare, and Sarah were all sat around (Y/N)'s living room. Much like the first time they met, pizza boxes sat on the coffee table with everyone interacting. Very different from the first time, though, is that Harry's talking. But only to her. He's wrapped himself all around her, cuddling her to him with one arm around her waist and the other on the thigh farthest from him. He kept whispering to her sweet nothings and planting kisses on her face. She could hear Mitch trying to talk to him about something with the tattoo parlor, but Harry couldn't bother to answer with more than three words.

Harry pressed a kiss to the space right before her ear, "I don't care. I jus' want you right now. You're so pretty."

She blushed at his sentiment, allowing him one kiss on her lips before pulling back. "Pay attention, okay? We haven't all hung out in so long."

Harry had just started quietly whine when Clare interrupted him, "H, shut up. I'm trying to ask you something."

Harry huffed, a flash of the guy (Y/N) knew before her Harry. He angled his body towards the rest of the room, waiting for Clare to continue. "What?"

"I wanted to know if you have another song ready. I've been talking to my uncle's friend, and he said we can use that studio if we're serious about it," Clare said, bringing up something (Y/N) had no knowledge about.

"Yeah, let me get m'book." Harry stood up from the couch, squeezing her waist before going to his stuff he brought with him.

Harry wrote music? Since when?! As far as (Y/N)'s known, Sarah is the only one that's had any type of interest in music other than listening to it. Harry's her boyfriend, someone she's shared parts of herself with that no one else has, and somehow the fact that he's a songwriter just never came up? And this talk about going to a studio? So they all have enough together to go record songs and put out a record?

She should've known Harry would be into this, he can do everything so why couldn't he be an aspiring songwriter?

"You write music? You never told me that," (Y/N accused, Harry walking past her to hand the open book to Clare.

"You never told her, H?" This time it was sarah to ask.

"I guess it never really came up, I don't know," Harry explained, sitting back down beside her, shrugging with a shy smile before putting his arm around her. How cute, (Y/N) thinks, usually she's the one that gets blushy and now it's his turn.

"You're going to record stuff, too?" She pressed, surprised at how far along they seem to be in the process.

"Yeah, Harry's got us at least a couple of albums worth of songs together. We've just been waiting for the right time and the right sound, and all that stuff," Adam explained, reaching for a slice of pizza.

Albums? A couple of albums? Harry's been busy writing apparently so much music in between working and being with her. How did he find the time since she's practically always with him?

"Oh wow. Do you sing?" She asked pointed towards Adam. He laughed at that, eating his pizza and nodding towards Harry instead of answering.

"I actually am the singer. Sarah does drums, Mitch in guitar, Clare on piano, and Adam plays bass. Although, I can do all of that, too, I decided to let everyone else have their spot," Harry teased, a nudge from Mitch next to him at his remarks.

"You sing too? There has to be something you're not good at," (Y/N) awed, singing his praises.

Before Harry could answer, Clare spoke up fro the first time since Harry gave her his notebook. "This might be your best yet, H. Another love song, huh?"

"Yeah, jus' coming easy right now."

"Oh, let me see," Sarah called, reaching for the book. Her eyes scanned quickly through the words on the page, with Mitch reading over her shoulder. Her eyes got big like when someone sees a cute puppy, and looked towards Harry. "This is so sweet, Harry. Who knew you could be so romantic?"

Harry laughed off her teasing, pulling (Y/N) closer to him by her waist. Sarah peeked around Harry's shoulder handing the book out towards her, "Do you want to read, (Y/N)? Is that alright, H?"

Harry nodded, taking the book and setting it in (Y/N)'s lap. "Be honest with what y'think okay?" Harry crooned, curving around her as he read back the song with her. The others went back to talking to one another, seeming to be making plans with this studio time.

Clare and Sarah were definitely right with how sweet and beautiful the song was. It crooned about an angel with all this floaty, ethereal wording about an eternal love. She could already hear it in her head. And it's from Harry; he sat down alone and wrote a love song.

"This is so good, Harry. You're so talented," Her voice quiet as she looked up at him. He looked at her the way she dreamed he would when they first met; his green eyes bright against his perfect eyeliner, dimples deep, and like how she imagines she looks at him.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, closing the book and placing it on the coffee table. "It's about you. All of them are," he whispered, "I wrote this one after the other night."

She blushed at the mention of their intimate moment together, but more so over the fact that he had dropped her off at home and he couldn't fall asleep without putting these words to paper.

The tiniest of tears collected in her eyes. "Really?" her voice watery as she laced her fingers with the hand that was placed on her leg.

"Yeah. You're my love, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) never thought she'd be here, finally in love and with an amazing guy she never thought could love her or saw herself with. She never wants to be without this, without him.

"You're my love, too."

She's free when she's with him. And she knows Harry feels the same.

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thats it! i hope everyone liked this little series it took me a really long time to write and it was planned as being just a single oneshot but it ended up being over 50k words so i broke it up into different parts so it took me a very long time and thisis my first thing iv e put out and written in over a year. i hope everyone liked it and enjoyed going on this little journey with me and thank you all for reading and sticking with me through this slightly longwinded piece. if theres anything you want to say or request you can drop it here  and thank you!!