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talesofstyles · 4 years ago

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Good Morning Indeed

absolutely no plot whatsoever, just a bit of husband and dad harry in the midst of the family’s morning chaos 😂

Harry

“Go get the condom on.”

“I’ll pull out, I promise.”

“Your pull out game is weak.”

“Oi, them’s fightin’ words.”

“There’s a reason we’ve got six kids.” Says the missus with a roll of those pretty—but sometimes deadly (please don’t tell her I said this)—eyes. “‘Sides, I’ve just changed the sheets yesterday. You are not coming on the sodding sheets.”

“Fine,” I sigh and reach down to the bedside table. Why is the drawer filled with sodding Duplo and those tiny, pricey Sylvanian Family bunnies? I’m guessing kid number two, three and four have something to do with that. A few more seconds of rummaging before I finally found my treasure in the very back of the drawer. I lay on my back as I sheath myself up, and seeing as I’m already here… might as well, right? I smirk at her as I say, “hop on then.”

“Fat chance that,” she mutters. “Do I have to take off my top?”

“Nah,” I shake my head, it’s cold, and I’m a considerate husband. “A flash will do. Just give me a visual.”

She rolls up my shirt that she wears to sleep, a really old white rolling stones t-shirt that has two holes and a loose thread hanging on for dear life from the hem. She looks homeless. Gorgeous homeless though.

“Nice,” I flash her a boyish grin, like a teenage boy seeing his first pair of tits. “You’ve got great racks.”

“You’re just saying that…”

I know what she sees when she looks at herself in the mirror and I wish she could look at herself through my eyes.

“Hey, don’t you dare. My babies grew in that body, that’s everything.”

Her tender smile hits me right in the gut. “I love you.”

“Love me enough to ride me?” I say with a playful flick to one nipple.

“Nice try.”

“I love you,” I mutter near her mouth and give her a searing kiss. I run my tongue over her bottom lip, then I kiss her down her neck, her cleavage and her breasts. I slowly circle one nipple, and she giggles, knowing it’s a well-rehearsed move that is guaranteed to do what’s needed. See, her tits are kind of like start buttons. No matter the situation, a little attention to those bad boys switches things around real quick. Her head slams back against the pillow. And she moans, holding my head in place.

We’ve got ignition lads.

I nestle my body on top of hers, and there’s a bit of wayward angling and poking until I find my way inside of her. And then it’s on. Two bodies writhing on the bed. My hips rotate in long, slow circles.

“Bollocks!”

“What? The condom isn’t broken, is it?”

“No, it’s bin day. I forgot to take out the recycling bin.”

“S’fine, we’ve got time before the school run.”

The bin’s sorted, back to the shag…

I slide my hands under her, bringing us closer. Rocking us faster. My forehead hovers close to hers and I open my eyes so I can watch. What can I say? I’m greedy like that. I want to soak up every gasp, every flicker of pleasure across her face. Pleasure I’m giving her.

Her breathing changes. It turns panting and desperate, and I know she’s close. I move harder, grinding against her, inside her, with every forward push. Warms sparks tickle my spine and heat spreads down until every nerve in my body is shaking. I slam inside her, burying deep as her hips jerk upward. She spasms hard around me, gripping me tight.

I rock back my hips and pull almost all the way out, but then I freeze. Because a dreaded sound echoes across the room, grabbing our full attention. It’s coming from the baby monitor. It’s a rustling, the sound of cotton rubbing cotton. Like snipers in the jungle, we don’t move a muscle. We don’t say a word. We wait, until the rustling stops. And all is quiet again.

Too bad it’s not for long. Because two thrusts in, a light comes on in the landing. Followed by small footsteps heading down the stairs. Shit.

“Harry, just come already. They’ll all be up soon.”

“I’m close… don’t rush it, you’re scaring it away.”

She grinds her hips. Also another well-rehearsed move that she knows will get me off. But I freeze again, because there’s a second set of footsteps and the sound of a toilet flushing. Oh, and the babies next door are starting to whimper.

Great.

“I’M HUNGRY!” That’s James, darling little cockblocker number four who likes to be fed on time. He’s three.

“WE’LL BE OUT IN A SECOND!” My wife shouts over my shoulder. “Harry for the love of god-”

I pick up the rhythm. Small beads of sweat form on my brow. She grinds her hips again, and I try to focus. “Just like that, fuck, keep doing that.”

“Sshh, keep your voice down.”

“IS THERE ANY BREAD THAT ISN’T 50/50?” That’s Eleanor, child number two. She’s seven, and she’s one of those children who seem to possess a discernible palate that knows when we’ve changed brands of baked beans or attempt to bring sugar-free fruit squash through the doors.

“IT’S THE SAME,” I reply.

“NO, IT’S NOT. DO WE HAVE OTHER FOOD?”

“THERE ARE SHREDDIES.”

“DON’T LIKE ‘EM.”

“PORRIDGE.”

“I’M NOT A BEAR!”

Honestly, seven-year-olds gunning for a fight this early in the morning can go do one.

The babies are starting to gather volume next door so I try to focus again. It only takes a few more thrusts before ecstasy wrecks my body, making me shudder. I press my lips against her neck as I come back down to earth. But I don’t move yet. I know we should get going because things are already chaotic outside our door, but I just don’t have the will yet. I’m considering going back to sleep for a minute or two. She won’t mind, will she? Well, I’m wrong. Because she proceeds to perform the move that seems to amuse every sodding woman on earth. And causes every man to squeal like a bloody pig. Without warning, she uses her powerful muscle to squeeze my extremely sensitive cock.

Girls, grab a piece of paper and write this down. I’m speaking on behalf of every man to walk on earth here; we hate that. We don’t think it’s funny.

I jerk back, pull out, and roll off her. I try to look annoyed as she giggles, and obviously I fail, because that freshly fucked, flushed-face makes it impossible not to grin back.

“CAN I HAVE JAFFA CAKE?” That’s Victoria, child number three. She’s five, and she’s yelling as she thunders up the stairs.

“JAFFA CAKE ISN’T BREAKFAST,” my wife shouts back as she sits up and hands me a nappy sack. “Harry…”

I wrap up the condom with it and toss it to the bin. “You’ve just taken me life force, woman, give me a moment.”

“CUSTARD CREAM?”

“NO.” We shout in unison.

“HOBNOB THEN?”

“STAY AWAY FROM THE BISCUIT TIN!”

“You want to wrestle a biscuit-hunting kid out of a cupboard and 50/50 bread drama or fussy babies with full nappies?”

“Babies.” I hear a small child get whacked by a sibling downstairs and I feel like I may have got the better deal here.

Next door, the twins are not happy. They’re six months old now, and they’re both teething. Thing one glares at me as I walk into their nursery and thing two stares at me stroppily from the corner of her cot. Their cheeks are scarlet, and thing one proceeds to bark at me like a seal. I pick his warm, sleepy, cuddly body and cradle it close to mine as I lay him down on the changing table. I smell the dampness. It’s definitely wee. He’s soaked through, I think I didn’t tuck his willy in when I last changed him around three in the morning so it sprayed in some upward motion and drenched his clothes. See, this is why girls are better than boys. There’s no way they can pee upwards.

After I put a fresh nappy and a change of clothes, I put him down on the rug so he can wiggle around while I grab his sister and sort her out. After six kids, I’m definitely a pro with baby duty and can practically change their clothes one-handed. The whole thing takes only a few minutes.

I cuddle the babies on each side as I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. They immediately reach out to their mum who’s cracking some eggs as soon as they spot her, knowing she’s the only one who can cure their hunger this morning.

“Uniforms!” She says to the big kids as she takes one baby into her arms. “We’ll do breakfast after. Please, please, please…”

Desperate pleas lead them to saunter out and up the stairs. I follow my wife into the living room and hand her the other baby as she plops down on the couch. She rolls up her shirt and the babies latch instantly. Tandem nursing is harder now that they’re a little older and aware of their surroundings. They’re trying to scratch each other’s faces as they nurse. “Oi, what’s this? You each get a tit, stop fighting.”

They seem to somehow listen to me and have stopped trying to poke each other’s eyeballs. We’ll see how long that lasts. “Finish the eggs?”

I nod. “I’m on it.”

I brew some coffee, finish the scrambled eggs, and pop the slices after slices of bread in the toaster. Breakfast is done just in time as my wife walks back into the kitchen with two full and happy babies. She puts them in their high chairs and I scoop a bit of eggs on each of their trays for them to nibble on.

George appears back in the kitchen clad in his uniform with his also dressed brother trailing behind. We always lay his clothes the night before on his bed and he gets dressed all by himself in the morning. And he’s getting better at it, seeing he only missed a button on his shirt.

“Hi mate,” I say as I fix his button and he flashes a toothy grin at me. I plop him down on the chair, he’s graduated from the high chair now but still uses a booster seat.

“No toast!”

“What do you want then?”

“Chee-yos?”

I nod before I grab a handful of cheerios and set them on his plate next to his eggs. Then I take a few steps back across the table. “Hey, James, set it up.”

He flashes me another toothy grin before he opens his mouth wide and keeps it open. I hold a single Cheerio between my fingers while I bend my knees and bounce my hand as if I were dribbling a basketball. “Three seconds left on the clock, down by one. Styles got the ball. He fakes left, he drives in, he shoots…”

I toss the Cheerios in a high arc. It lands right into his mouth.

“He scores! The crowd goes wild!”

James holds both hands over his head. “Core!”

“Viv stole the biscuit tin, you know? She ate three jammie dodgers upstairs.” Eleanor says as she walks in with book bags and school shoes.

George, seeing his sister walks in, proceeds to open his mouth wide and flashes her the half-chewed eggs on his tongue. It’s his current thing and it annoys his sisters to death. The young’uns think differently though as they double over in laughter.

“Eeewww!” She shrieks. “You’re so gross!”

“VICTORIA, PUT THAT BISCUIT TIN DOWN AND GET YOUR BUTT IN THE KITCHEN! AND GO GET THEM HAIR TIE THINGIES…”

“I didn’t have any biscuits!” She yells and runs down the stairs.

This kid is the quintessential daddy’s girl. She climbs up onto my lap right away, handing me the brush and a hair tie.

“See, poppet, I would’ve believed you if you didn’t leave evidence all over your face,” I arch one of my eyebrows as I sweep a speck of raspberry jam on the corner of her mouth.

“You always do a ponytail,” she huffs.

“Either that or I give you a bowl cut with kitchen scissors. I reckon that fruit bowl will do. Your choice.”

“Can I have some more eggs?” George asks with his mouth full of his last bite.

��God, that’s like your third serving,” Eleanor grumbles.

“Nag.”

At that insult, Eleanor flings a piece of toast like a ninja. Before George can retaliate, my wife gives them both the look.

“Viv, will you at least have some eggs?”

“No.”

“Fine,” my wife sighs. “I’m gonna get changed then.”

I glance at the clock and, well, shit, I should get dressed too. “Can you lot watch the babies and try not to kill each other for the next five minutes?”

“Five quid each?” Eleanor tries to negotiate. “Babysitting isn’t supposed to be free, you know? That sounds like child labour to me.”

Bollocks.

“Two quid each,” I give her my dad look that says the offer is final and indisputable.

“Deal.”

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heavenbarnes · 4 years ago

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PLEASE STAND BY: The times they are a-changin’

Wanda Maximoff x female reader

Warning/Contains: spoilers for “WandaVision”, aspects of mind-control meaning reader isn’t truly consenting, parts of this don’t make sense and are designed to make you feel strange, cheating, oral sex (f!receiving), sex toys, fingering, a lil bit of 60s gender roles

Word Count: 2.6k

i hope i’m conveying how the aspects of sex change with the decade? i also hope you’re enjoying these as much as i am! lets get weird x

MASTERLIST

Kissing James on the cheek and waving him off down the driveway was just how you started your days. Sometimes it felt like you began existing the moment your lips touched his skin, and then you were waiting for your next move.

Waiting for her to need you.

To say you were pleased when Wanda phoned you up, that would be an understatement. Your heart had jolted a bit, just stoked to hear from her. The clip in her voice had put you back a bit, she sounded anxious, needing you round at her place as soon as you could.

You’d been folding clothes on the couch but dropped them in an instant, immediately gathering yourself and heading a couple clicks down the street, stood on the Vision’s porch with knuckles wrapping against the tall door.

The moment those wide eyes greeted you, it was hard to match her nervous energy. There was something about being close to her, it was like something took over your senses and you just felt right. You felt like you two were always meant to be close.

“What’s up, buttercup?” You asked, stepping over the threshold.

Leaving your pumps by the front door, you let your stockinged feet enjoy their plush shag carpet. Mentally, you made note to tell your husband that you needed to get onto this new decorating fad.

Wanda snapped you from your thoughts by directing your attention to the fabric clutched in her hands. “Oh, love!” She sighed with the perfect dramatics. “It’s a disaster.”

Dropping your purse on the loveseat, you came closer and let the sequined fabric sift through your fingers. A sweet little leotard, shiny and eye-catching, with-oh!

With a sizeable rip trailing up the side of the zipper.

“Vis and I are meant to be impressing the town with our act, I can’t go out looking like this!”

You eyed up the tiny outfit, tilting your head with a scrunch of your nose. “If I saw you on stage in this little number, I’d be more than impressed.”

Wanda’s mouth dropped in a gasp, hand coming up to give your arm a playful smack whilst she was at it. The moment you saw the smile creep onto her features, you knew you’d hit your mark, she was cooling it just a little.

“Good thing I am a wizard with a sewing needle!” You handed the garment back to her. “Put this on and let me have a crack at it.”

As she rushed off to the bedroom, you fished around your purse for a moment. Somehow, you had managed to leave a tray of sewing supplies in the bottom of it, with what seemed to be the perfect color of thread. You readied the needle, waiting on the arm of the couch as you heard her fluffing about in the bedroom.

She called your name in a sing-song voice. “You ready?”

“Yes, Wanda!” You called back, darting your head up as she entered.

The needle you’d rested between your teeth dropped into your palm as your mouth flopped like a carp, the sight before you too good to believe.

“Shut that, you’ll catch flies.” She teased, long legs striding towards you that you couldn’t tear your eyes from.

“Vision is really going to let you out in front of the town looking that good? Hope he can put up a good fight!”

You spun her around as she just shook her head at you, allowing you to pull at the fabric splayed across her back. Pinching it carefully as not to accidentally stick her with a pin, you gently began to thread the material back together. Wanda sung gently to the sweet melody that played from the radio.

Unchained melody, to be precise, before you knew it your head was swaying in time to the sweetest sounds.

Crouching slightly, the mini-dress you’d chosen this morning might’ve been a pretty sight, but it wasn’t one for movement. Hiking it even further up your thighs, you bopped down to get eye-line with the tear in the fabric.

Strange as it might seem, this was your bliss, Wanda singing quietly and your hands on her waist with no questions asked. You might’ve taken a tad longer than normal to stitch away, but you were relishing your time. Thinking on it, the song seemed longer than you remembered but as long as Wanda was singing, you didn’t mind.

Once the tear was closed, you broke the thread and gently ran your hands down Wanda’s shoulder blades. “All done! Just be careful when you get out of the thing.”

Tossing you a look back over her shoulder, her eyes cast you up and down. “Will you come give me a hand.”

You might’ve swallowed hard, but you certainly agreed, nodding your head quickly as you followed her into the bedroom. The hanger was laid out on the bed in wait as you carefully drew down the zipper.

It was like all the air was sucked out of the room, the only sound of the Righteous Brothers still crooning away on the radio beside the bed. Wanda shimmied slightly as you brought the fabric off of her with the steadiest your hands could manage. It wasn’t your fault she made you shake, she was a fox, she knew it and so did you.

Once she drew her legs out of it, you reached for the hanger, slotting the straps onto it and putting it up in the wardrobe ready for the performance. To show your manners, you placed your hand over your eyes as you turned back to face her.

Hearing her chuckle, you shot her a goofy little grin, not expecting to feel her delicate fingers wrap around your wrist. Slowly and slightly tugging, she brought your hand down with her own. Breath caught in your throat, your eyes widened on their own account as you took her in.

“You can look, sweets,” The sound of her voice nearly knocking you out. “I want you to look.”

You didn’t know where the confidence came from, all you knew was the feeling of launching towards her. Your hands wrapped around her jaw, pulling her mouth against your own as her own fingers gripped the fabric of your shirt. You moved your grasp down until your palms were against the bare skin of her sides.

Head spinning with the overwhelming feeling of...her. For all you’d thought of this, every time you were near her your head would fill with the filthiest thoughts, you couldn’t believe you were finally getting your hands on her.

Her lips tasted sweet, they felt like a summer holiday you’d dreamt to recreate. Wanda was so all-consuming, the way she moved against you, moved for you it was all so perfect and so very much a testament to who she was. Maybe without her knowing, she revealed herself in the way she held you, the way she let you in.

She made quick work of the Mary-Quant-number you were itching to get out of, flinging garments around the room until you were both left as naked as the days you were born. Backing her up to the plush mattress, you lay her back against it, inching up slowly till you were between those long legs.

“Oh boy,” You sighed, manicured fingernails gently trailing up her. “You’re gonna’ drive me wild.”

Wanda giggled, the sound trailing off and becoming entwined with the music still filling the room, her hands came to rest against your cheeks. Grasping her thighs, you lifted them over your shoulders till you were face to face with the object of desires.

You could hardly control yourself, immediately wrapping your lips around her and earning yourself a pretty little cry straight from her lips. Fingers wrapping around your head and pulling you in, you moaned just a tad against her as your lips gently captured the tiny bundle of nerves.

There was no doubt, you would let your jaw go numb and your tongue fall off if it meant you could lay here and draw these sounds out of Wanda for the rest of your days. Her gentle whimpers and moans were like liquid honey, dripping across everything and leaving it all just that bit sweeter.

You felt her shuffling above you but paid it no mind, your eyes closed as you savored the pretty taste that only she could come out with. In a moment, she was tapping you gently, pushing something into your hands.

Lifting your head, you studied the peculiar thing that Wanda had given you. Bright yellow and shaped like a large lipstick, you screwed your nose up at it before it struck you. You’d heard about these things but never thought you needed one, you must say, James knew a thing or two.

“Vis not doing it for you any longer?” It was certainly tongue and cheek, it earnt you a gentle smack.

“Of course not, it’s just Dotty had a party and was selling these.” Her cheeks were already flaming. “Practically made me take one!”

“Oh, I’m sure she had you under mind control!”

Nevertheless, you turned it on and the powerful vibrations came through, enough to shake your hand a little. Keeping eye contact with Wanda, you lay the electric-banana against her, watching her whole body mellow out into the bed.

A dirty smile overtook your features, you could get behind these kinds of things if this is what they turned her into. Wanda’s hips rolled up and her mouth dropped with a heady moan, one of the most exquisite things you’d ever heard. It was enough to have you rubbing your own thighs together.

Licking a stripe up two of your fingers, you brought them to her entrance, gently pressing them in as she rolled against the natural motion. She was tight, gripping you almost instantly as you eased your way in. Crooking your fingers up, her hands came to your no-longer-neat hairdo, tugging on it as the feelings took over her.

Working both the gadget and your fingers in time together, Wanda’s whole body was reacting beneath you. Her back arched from the bed, toes curled against your shoulder blades. Soon her hands left your hair, coming to her breasts to tweak against them, sweet cries and whimpers still harmonizing with the radio.

Pressing the toy against her further, quirking your fingers forward, Wanda nearly screamed as her pleasure peaked and crumbled apart. Her body was visibly losing all tension as she felt apart beneath you. Turning off the toy and tossing it to the bed, you replaced it with your mouth to see her through her pleasure. The most luscious sounds of your name fell from her, obviously the only thing on her mind as she came apart and came back down to earth.

Passing her a robe, you let her cover herself as you did the same, fruitless attempts to fix your hair in the mirror before you made your way out. Both smiling at one another, she pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, leaning her forehead against your own as the radio started the same song over again.

“Hmm, this station sure loves Unchained Melody.” You laughed, Wanda chuckled quietly against you.

“Mmm,” She hummed, nipping your lips again. “They sure do.”

“I could do this, could do you all day, but I need to get going.” You sighed, unwilling to pull yourself away from her.

The static from the radio caught you both, choppy waves of sound overlapping one another and warping the Righteous Brother’s tunes. Prepared to leave it be, you cupped Wanda’s jaw for another sweet peck but stopped yourself short.

“Wanda-” Your eyes shot up to meet hers. “Wanda, do you copy?”

Slowly, you both turned your heads to watch the radio, brows furrowing in confusion at the signal intrusion. “Wanda, you don’t have to do this.”

Your body stiffened, skin prickled cold at the sound filling the room. Wanda didn’t react the same, she seemed to be overcome with a feeling of discontent. You dropped your hold to her arms, gently turning to look to her for explanation.

“Are you hearing this-”

Wanda shook her head, sighing deeply as her gaze stayed fixed on the radio. “Enough, I’ve had enough.”

“I could do this, could do you all day, but I need to get going.” You sighed, unwilling to pull yourself away from her.

Wanda gave you another sweet kiss, but still allowed you to step away and find your purse and shoes. As you were straightening yourself out a tad, the door swung open, Vision returning home from work.

“Ah, what a lovely surprise.” He smiled at you, hanging up his jacket. “So pleased you two have each other, nothing more dangerous than a bored housewife!”

You and Wanda quickly caught each other’s eye, both giving up a keen wink as Wanda opened her mouth with a smirk. “You have no idea.”

“I apologize, Vision, I am just leaving! If you’re home, my James must be too.” Offering them both a wave goodbye, you hurried back up the street to your husband.

Laying two plates of meatloaf on the dining table, James smiled sweetly as he began to cut into it. “And how was your day?”

“Good, thank you,” You smiled, taking one bite of the meal. “Spent it with Wanda, yours?”

James too took a single bite of his dinner, crossing his cutlery and pushing the plate back up the table. “Very busy, lots of things to do, but it was good.”

You pushed away your plate, taking a sip from your wine glass as you smiled at him. James reached across the table, fingers grasping your own gently as he squeezed your hand. Looking into his eyes, he’d never looked so lovely, he’d never looked more like your whole world-

Both of your heads whipped to the door, the sound of a thump from outside drawing your attention. Frowning at one another, you both stood and walked to the window. James stayed behind you, hands gently grasping your waist as you both tried to scout out the source of the sound.

Walking down to the sidewalk, that’s when you saw it. Emerging from the sewer grate in the center of your street was a man, a bee-keeper to be precise. James held you just a bit tighter, pulling you closer into his front as you both studied the peculiar sight.

You didn’t know what caused you to cast your gaze up the street, but you were met with the Vision’s, his expression matching your own in a tinge of fear. You saw Wanda straighten up, her lips pursed as if she was making a conscious decision. “No.”

You pushed away your plate, also, taking a sip from your wine glass as you smiled at him. James reached across the table, picking up your dinner plate with his own to clear the table. “Time to hit the hay?”

Laying beside him in your plush bed, you reached across, gently brushing some of his hair back behind his ear. He opened his eyes, looking to you with that kind smile that’d made you once fall in love, and that was when you saw it.

“James,” You cooed, leaning in till you were nose to nose. “You have the most beautiful blue eyes.”

“Now, I may be jumping the gun here but you ever notice the way the scenes never last when it’s just Bucky and 19 together?”

The screen glowed bright in those technicolor strips, signaling the end of the broadcast.

“She could spend a whole day with Wanda, doing nothing just chatting on the sofa together, but get her alone with Bucky and suddenly the scene wants to reset itself.”

The transmission crackled, the waves chopping just slightly, still those letters lay bold across the screen.

“PLEASE STAND BY.”

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darthwheezely · 4 years ago

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okay im backkkkk 💌 anything kinda angsty for fred pls (like a break up but theres a bit of making up at the end pls

resentment and reconciliation- f.w. hcs

Warnings: this one kinda hurt to write I’m ngl, I love you Jess but DAMN - cussing probably, mentions of slut shaming, actual smut, a lOT OF ANGST, hateful!fred

THIS WILL BE SO UNGODLY LONG THIS IS BASICALLY A PSUEDO ONE SHOT

people that might like this(?): @whiz-bangs78 @vogueweasley @theweasleyslut @loony-loopy-lupinn @lupinsclassroom @vivianweasley @oh-for-merlins-sake @kitwalker02 @tatesimper @gcdric @slytherinsunrise @lumosandnoxwriting

you and Fred were friends...

...simply friends

yep

mhm

only friends

friends that liked to casually dominate each other multiple times a week

sometimes multiple times a day

but regardless of your entirely messy relationship, you were best friends

...weren’t you?

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so goddamn tight me,” Fred hissed as he was pounding inside of you, determined to release some kind of frustration from seeing you with George for the whole day when you both knew you had really just wanted to spend the day with Fred. Right?

“Freddie, you feel so good” you said airily as he hiked up one of your legs onto one of his shoulders.

“Yeah, princess? You like the way I fill you up so good, make you fucking mine?” When you moaned in response he threw your other leg onto the opposite shoulder, determined to show you just how much you were his, and what that meant for him. He had been watching you for months pretend nothing was happening outside this room, and regardless if you knew it or not, it had been killing him the day he agreed to your rendezvous the first time.

“Yes, Freddie, fuck, yes”

“Gonna come for me, sweet girl?”

“God, yes, Fred-“ and with a harsh thrust to your g-spot you clenched around him tightly, your body releasing onto him in a massive wave. He put his free hand that didn’t have your arms pinned above you to your clit, determined to have you as overstimulated as possible.

“Fred, please-“ you whined vehemently at his rough touch.

“I’m coming baby, I’m right here” and with a final pound he had smoothed your walls with him, the throbbing finally subsiding. He rolled his hips slowly to ride out his high, and he then pulled out, falling to your side and pulling you into his arms. He could feel your heart pounding as your breasts heaved against him, desperate for air flow where he had rid you of it all.

“We haven’t held each other like this in a while, Freddie...it’s...it’s really nice.” You whispered against his bare chest, pressing a kiss or two there. He nodded and buried his mouth in your hair, fluttering his eyes.

“I promise I’ll take every opportunity to hold you, okay?”

that was tuesday

let’s skip to Thursday morning

you had only told one other person about your complicated relationship with Fred, and that was Hannah Abbot

you trusted her, you saw her as your BEST friend

but unfortunately, good ol’ hannah didn’t really feel the same

she had it out for you when Roger Davies had confessed he had a crush on you at the Yule Ball, kissed you even, against your consent

see, he was Hannah’s date

and she didn’t like that very much

to top it allllll off?

she had been casually crushing on Fred ever since she had her heart broken by Roger

so now here you all were, seventh year and you assumed as per usual that everything was fine

when clearly, unbeknownst to you

this bitch saw you six feet under

so Hannah did what she knew would hurt you the most

she told Roger :)

“Please he’s absolutely balls deep in love with her, but poor thing doesn’t know she’s using him for a roll in the sack.” Said Hannah, filing her nails in the courtyard. Roger looked at her absolutely dumbfounded.

“No, Y/N, isnt like that. And besides, Fred’s a good mate of mine and...She just wouldn’t do that to him. Feelings or not, she’s not one to use people.” He shook his head starting to get up from the tree he’d been leaning on.

“Well, she used you, didn’t she?” She purred demurely. He turned to look at her, jaw clenched.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He gritted out.

“She’s making him her personal whore, exactly like she did when she rejected you at the Ball...I mean...cmon, Rog. Don’t people deserve to know who she really is?”

everyone had heard the next day how Y/N was fucking Fred Weasley like an Olympic sport

and how he wasn’t the one coming out on top for the first time

at first he didn’t know what he did when he walked into the Great Hall to stares and whispers

George had tried to get him to go back to bed so he could bring him food

but fred demanded answers

and when he found out what it was

...he was crushed

You walked into the cascading staircase, bounding up the stairs. It was Thursday night, you and Fred’s night to be alone while George and Lee would be hanging out. You walked into the room to see Fred, throwing things onto his bed and looking angry and...hurt?

“Fred, what-what is all this?” He didn’t look at you, just continued to pick stuff up off the floor, and got one of your bras. He threw it at you.

“It’s all your shit, Y/N. Might as well help since this is the last time you’ll ever be in my room. Or around me again quite frankly.” He started to look down again and keep working but he heard you whimper and his eyes flashed up to yours. He started to laugh harshly. “Oh my god, stop.” He rolled his eyes and threw his arms out. “You got what you wanted from me didn’t you, Y/N? Quick shag and no feelings and knowing you had an entire fucking human being completely and utterly devoted to you with, what did Ron say? ‘Half the commitment’?” He smiled at you but it was one with rage, with tears pooling at his eyes, pain emitting off his body in hot waves. He didn’t even know he was shouting.

“I mean, Jesus, I’m in love with you and you got to go on and-and fuck whoever you want because guess what at the end of the day you get to tell everyone that Fred fucking Weasley is your own personal whore and would do anything for you and that just got you where you wanted it didn’t it? Didn’t it?” He had stopped yelling, his heart pounding as he took in the sight of you fully in tears now, flinching at him quietly. He felt immediately then like he was going to throw up, something wasn’t right, you usually were so fiery and assertive and here you were looking like a dog that got kicked repeatedly. He swallowed thickly. “Get your stuff and get the fuck out I can’t stand the sight of you.”

Without looking at him you reached onto his bed and grabbed everything you could carry, and swiftly left the room. Everyone in the Gryffindor common room, except George, looking at you with pure unbridled disdain.

George was the only it seemed, that cared about you at this time for the next couple weeks

He didn’t tell Fred, but it had been George that had been sneaking up food to you in your dorm room

It had been George that had sent you little notes in class that said things like

I love you, Y/N. I believe in you, okay?

He even visited your dorm one day when you couldn’t move so much as one leg off your bed, and he caught you then, while you were sobbing about the loss of Fred and yourself and he held you and put you back in bed

and waited until you fell back asleep and moved the hair out of your face

he needed to tell Fred the truth

meanwhile, Fred was floundering

he had fallen back into his coping mechanism of sex and violence, mostly the first one

he had started hooking up with virtually everyone in his year that he’d ever rejected

after all - fred was labeled as a slut so why not act like one

if there was anything Fred was good at, it was being loud

in bed it had never been an issue - in fact, it was a talent now, yeah?

he’d been hearing it around school for weeks now

how easy he was

how much he would do to get in a girl’s pants

how he dipped his wick in anything that moved

anything and everything

he got it from girls

“c’mon freddie can i take a ride just once”

to the guys

“Oi freddie, you let your mates hit it for free too?”

if it were from a guy he’d usually swing a punch

or 12

he’d gotten in his most fights that he ever had in any of his years at hogwarts

but then Georgie came along:

George had waited on Fred’s bed, as his twin was in the shower. Lucky for Fred, George had been able to trace Roger’s little dip in the gossip system all the way back to Hannah Abbott, who everyone knew was bullshit, and had decided to let his brother know exactly what kind of a supreme asshat he was being to their best friend (and the love of Fred’s life, let’s be super honest.)

“Georgie, what the hell are you doing-”

“About to give you the whip cracking of your life, dear brother.” George swung his legs off the bed as Fred continued to dry his hair in the mirror, rolling his eyes.

“Is this about the last girl I had by? We didn’t fuck on your bed if that’s what you’re so worried about.” Fred quipped and George took everything in his power to not bitch slap the hell out of his older twin. George clenched his jaw and rolled it.

“You fucked up, Freddie.” He said quietly. Fred turned slowly to look at him. “Excuse me?”. “You. Fucked. Up.” George said a bit louder. “Y/N got played. By Hannah Abbott and Roger Davies. She’s had a crush on you this whole time, you absolute dumb piece of shit.” And then George did push Fred then backwards onto the bathroom wall, but he was too dumbfounded by the usually sensible twin’s behavior to do anything back.

“That’s-I don’t understand-“

“Oh my god, Fred. Hannah’s been in love with for ages, she lied. To everyone. Roger did too, he’s wanted to get with Y/N since day 1 you know that just as well as I do.” Fred tightened his arm, thinking about Roger with his lips and arms on you that night last year-

“Your point? She still said that shit about me” he said gruffly, but a pool of anxiety swirled in his stomach all the same

“Don’t you get it? Y/N is in love with you. She didn’t say or do anything to hurt you. At all. She hasn’t been eating, she hasn’t been doing homework, she throws up constantly, she’s barely left bed but to go to the library and usually all she does there is sleep anyway, she cries all the time and it’s been me making sure she still is present if not to just see people every damn day! So quit youre moping and fix this shit or I swear to God, Freddie, I’ll knock your block off.” George was heaving, pools of water in his eyes as he swallowed. “She’s my best friend too, you know.”

Fred looked up at George then and had started to cry. All of those things he said, all of the words he spat at her like they could burn her skin and cause some of the pain he believed she had caused him, when in reality you had-you had done nothing wrong.

“Georgie, I’m sorry” he choked.

“I know you are. But I’m not the one to say it to right now...you’ve gotta find her, Freddie. Please.”

you had been in the corner of the quidditch stands

the wind was blowing against your hair

you couldn’t be in your room anymore, it started to smell like you

and you, prior to an hour ago, didn’t smell too appetizing

you reeked of sweat and tears and your own sick

you took a shower so hot you wanted it to burn you alive

maybe sanitize the last of your fear and your hurt away

you had lost weight, you had lost feeling

you all in all had just lost

and you had never wanted to go home so badly, already considering writing home

you hated being reminded that your best friend and crush hated you

wanted you to be hated by everyone else too

but then, you heard footsteps

“Y/N?” Fred whispered to himself as he saw you in the stands. You looked so worn, so lifeless sitting there - he almost didn’t recognize you from the way your hair, usually scrunched up and bouncy had fallen flatly against your face, further slapped around by the wind outside. You had been wearing an oversized sweater and your sweatpants had pooled around your ankles. Simply put, you were miserable.

“Y/N?” He called again once he was standing in front of you. You turned to look at him in what felt like slow motion, but when you locked eyes with him, you immediately felt fearful.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll leave now” you sputtered

“No, hey, wait, please” he reached out to grab your arm and you froze, letting him take it. He looked at you, with a flash of fear and worry on your face and he wanted to throw up knowing he was the one that made you feel like that.

“Fred, please let go” you hoarsely whispered.

“No, love, I’m not going to let go I have some things to apologize for.”

You started to cry, eyes dropping again to his hand on your arm and breathing feeling suddenly like a very hard task. “You hate me now: you sobbed and you pulled yourself from his grip, turning away from him and gathering your bag. He started to scramble for your hold again tears starting to stream down his face

“No, angel, please, I could never hate you”

“Oh? What about those things you said to me in your room-” you were walking faster over the benched seats, making your way to the other side.

“I know I know I said those things in my room but I can’t believe them because you have to believe me when I tell you I’m in love with you” and he was sobbing at your body turned away from him. You turned to look at him with a skeptical quirk of your face.

“No, no you don’t.” You spat.

“Yes, Y/N, I do please let me explain” he said earnestly taking in your bright eyes and the furrow of your brow.

“People who love each other don’t scream at them and throw things.” You said flatly. You wanted him to be true but you couldn’t make yourself believe him.

“Just give me five minutes of your time and-and if you hate me you never have to see me again. Please.” He closed the gap between you two and motioned for you to sit down. You licked a tear from your lip and nodded siting on a bench besides him.

“Hannah and Roger told everyone-”

“I know what happened. What they did. I want to hear about you. And what you said. And are saying” you looked at him in the eyes with steel burning behind your irises.

He sighed and rubbed his jaw. “I thought that what we had was purely sex in your eyes. And I was too much of a coward to ever ask you, so when I heard someone tell me that my own insecurities could possibly be true,” he inhaled a harsh breath as tears started to fall “I-I was crushed. By the idea that you saw me as what other people saw me as...as a toy? I guess? Or a sexual prop? To use when you wanted. But I hide my feelings a lot as you know, so even if you did feel that way, it would’ve looked like I agreed because I hate you knowing how sad I am,” he started to choke on his tears, the anguish of knowing he hurt you this much was too much for him to ever be able to handle. “I just wanted to hold you and whisper in your ear and tell you how much I love you and the thought of my own fears being true pushed you away. And you never have to forgive me. I-when I yelled at you like that I wanted to see you hurt, I think. I wanted you to see how sad it made me to think about you with other people like you had been with me and” he took a final breath and you pulled his body into you. “Y/N, my love I’m so sorry.” His sobs shook your body, the feeling and angle of the destroyed boy you love shaking you everywhere. You pressed kisses to his head. “Freddie, I love you” you repeated “I love you here and here and here and here and here” and with every kiss you gave him, you were determined to soothe him. “I-I’ sorry too, for not being as forthright with you about how i felt too. It’s always been you, Freddie.” He choked out a watery smile and he leaned in to kiss your face everywhere he could, his tears stinging against the wind and your cheeks.

“If-If you could ever be with me I will always be open to it at any time, you know that don’t you? I-I understand if you can’t.” He held his forehead to yours, his nose brushing yours ever so slightly.

“Freddie, I love you. You were who I missed when I couldn’t get out of bed for fuck’s sake you’re all I want,” and he leaned into you then fully, capturing your wet and chapped lips against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he melted into you like this

this

this was fred weasley

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unholytrinitytrio · 4 years ago

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THREE’S A CROWD

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader x Tenko??

Word count: 1871

Warnings: Threesome, Overstimming, Oral Gagging, Mommy kink, Daddy Kink, Unprotected sex ( don’t be silly wrap that willy), Slight voyeurism

TOMURA SHIGARAKI: TENKO SHIMURA

You should have questioned AFO’s request when he suddenly called for your attention, stating that things had went awry after their so called scientific discovery.

So here you are right now, stuck with an alternate universe version of your boyfriend just until your boss finds the coordinates for his alternate universe.

Now that you had a good look at him he looks almost the same save for the his black locks and a bit of a ditzy personality. You weren’t gonna lie he looks a lot more easy to get along with. Saved for the constant bobbing of his legs indicating his increasing anxiousness.

Although his alternate version has some weird ass taste for name, always claiming to call him ‘Tenko Shimamura’.

Deciding to break the ice you tried greeting him again with a warm smile but not before hearing him whisper to himself ‘Oh god she looks just like her’. It was almost hilarious to see him blush beat red looking away from you all while sporting your lover’s face.

Shame that your source of amusement had been cut off by said lover walking inside the room shooting straight in your direction. Sitting himself besides you he started intimidating his look alike.

“Who’s idea was it to create a discounted version of me?” Propping his legs on top of the table, Shigaraki snarled, clearly intimidating the new comer after witnessing his counterpart making googly heart eyes at you.

“I’m not supposed to be dissing myself. But for someone who has the same face as me you look a lot shittier.” Tenko glared back at Shigaraki after watching him loop his arms around your waist pulling you closer.

At least you know he still hadn’t lost his charms.

...

And so here you are stuck between two warm bodies, one’s on your bottom already panting and whining for attention, hands groping anywhere he could hold unto. The other behind on top of you, grasping your neck, drool dripping from your shoulder from where he was latched, sucking.

“What’s the matter? Wanna put it in her?” Shigaraki mocked his alternate version all while rubbing his dick in between your butt cheeks.

“Shut up...” Tenko angrily murmured back, hastily removing the belt of his pants followed by shimmying his boxers off.

Tenko couldn’t believe it when he first saw a familiar face in an unfamiliar environment. You were literally a carbon copy of his lover in his universe. Well he considers you his lover you just don't know it yet.

Meeting you for the first time he couldn’t believe that he would experience falling in love with you all over again. And when you greeted him with that same warm smile he thought he lucked out.

And then that crusty version of him came ‘round and sullied his mood. He couldn’t believe his other version actually managed to reel in a beauty like you.

Grasping his dick, with bead of cum seeping on its head he rubbed it in between your sex finding it hot when you let out a gasp of pleasure.

Seeing you in vulnerable state brought him mixed feelings. Jealousy, that this Shigaraki fella gets to shag a pretty little thing like you every night whenever he likes it. While still being aroused at the thought that he was the one that is giving you pleasure right now.

Well technically both of them were giving you pleasure.

Lifting his head to lean closer to your lips he almost had gotten to steal a kiss from you if it weren’t for the asshole above you jerking your head to the side to capture your lips for his own.

“Play nice Shiggy” you mumbled by his lips once you noticed the event taking place.

“I’m already playing nice” Shigaraki growled in between sucking your neck and groping on your breast. His dick still pressing hard on your lower back.

Shigaraki on the other hand ain’t damn near willing with the thought of sharing his most precious person. He doesn’t give a damn that the other person is literally still him just from the other alternate universe.

He loves it that you were willing to overlook your circumstance in order to service his other person. But he hates it that said other person also harbors intimate feelings for you despite just meeting you.

Tenko with one hand held your hips steadying you while the other hand grasping his dick positioning it at your entrance.

He entered you slowly with a gasp. Your warmth inviting him so intimately he almost came on the spot if it weren’t for his hands grasping at your hips, moving it as his pace.

“I-I love you!” Tenko confessed to you while drool escaped at the corner of his mouth. You looked down at him heart clenching at the adorable confession. You moved your head to willingly licked the escaped drool back to his mouth, kissing him lovingly ignoring the growl of warning from your lover behind you.

Finally setting at his hips, taking him all the way, you let him adjust at the sensation. Tenko’s eyes remained almost unfocused to anything but your figure on top of him.

“I-I’m ok now please move” Tenko stammered at you, looking at your face, one hand that was not currently holding your hips, stroked your face lovingly.

Being with Shigaraki, he almost never let you lead, even when he had you on top of him. He was always greedily snapping his hips at you in a brutal pace, not allowing you to adjust to his size.

So having the reign for the first time in a while was a nice change of pace.

You tried lifting your hips only allowing the head of his dick to remain inside you before dropping yourself to the hilt again. You grimaced a bit once you felt the head of his cock tap your cervix.

After some time the two of you had set some sort of pace. You still had the reign while he eagerly tried grinding himself when you lowered your self on him.

“Mmm” you let out a moan looking down at Tenko who's panting and occasionally letting out a whiny moan when you accidentally lifted yourself a bit faster than he liked.

From behind you, stroking his hardened cock, Shigaraki stared at your body lustfully while he eyed the other party with disdain.

“I love you (y/n)” Tenko confessed to you again, before capturing your lips to exchange a heated kiss.

Finally having enough at being ignored by you two, he crawled by your side, shoving Tenko’s face away from yours and then slapping his other self’s hand away from your hips.

“I had enough. Fucking cum already.”

He roughly grabbed your hips with both of his hands, lifting your figure effortlessly before abruptly dropping you down. Both you and Tenko let out a moan unceremoniously.

“Ahhh” you let out a moan at the familiar pace before holding Shigaraki’s arm, no longer your attention on Tenko.

“Aha-Aha, ple-please slower” Tenko let out a high pitched moan finding the aggressive pace a bit too stimulus for his liking. He was a bit surprised to say the least when he felt his body trying to match the pace, his hips unconsciously lifting itself of the ground trying to stay inside of you.

Grinning deviously Shigaraki continued his pace before reaching down to play with your clit. Jerking your hips at the increase sensation, almost letting Tenko’s cock slip out of you, you let out a wanton moan.

“Shi-Shigaraki pleaseee...”

“You heard the slut she wants more” Shigaraki said trying to excuse his behavior.

After several minutes of being manhandled by your lover, you whole upper body lolled forward, almost falling on the body beneath you if it weren’t for Shigaraki’s hold unto you. Your legs twitching, sensation flood you making you cum spontaneously with no warning, while poor Tenko is still inside you.

Letting out a high pitched moan you curled unto yourself from the overstimulus from both of your partners.

“Too much, too much please” Tenko plead, hips jerking, he tried removing his dick out of you but finding the task much harder due to the jerk behind you.

Honestly Shigaraki finds it all too amusing watching the both of you loose yourselves to pleasure. Like the asshole that he is, he stilled your body letting your body stay still on top of Tenko, his dick fully sheathed inside you despite the pleas.

Following minutes, Shigaraki lifted your listless body, thighs still twitching, to find his counterparts cock slipping out of you both of your mixed cum slipping out and staining the sheets beneath you.

Almost shoving the listless Tenko off of the bed. He made a room for your body to be plopped down, your hips and head supported by his pillows. Grinning down at you, your state entering the conscious and unconscious.

He lifted your hips to align with his. He swiftly entered inside of you liking the way the previous cum left behind had made all of these easier.

“Ahhhahaa...haaa....” you managed to regain back some of your consciousness before looking down at your interconnected hips.

“Ba-baby pleaseee rest..” you pleaded to your lover, before trying to wiggle yourself out of his grasps.

Not liking your response, Shigaraki tightened his hold on you, lifting both of your legs to press against your chest.

He leaned forward to capture your lips before starting to piston in and out of you merciless.

He figured if you can take his lowly version you can take this kind of pace.

He felt your insides struggle to accommodate his pace while still high on he sensation, making your insides twitch and grip his cock, as if not wanting to let him go.

Grunting when he felt the head of his cock hitting your cervix he let out a throaty groan when he felt your insides grip him harder.

All too soon he felt something wet hitting his thighs and lower abdomen.

Looking back at your face he was pleased to say. Your eyes rolling back, back arching to rub against his body, mouth hanging open, while your toes curled.

His grin wouldn’t had faltered if it weren’t for that fact that he heard someone beside him comment.

“Fuck that’s hot”

Looking to the side he saw his counterpart oggling at your figure. Hand on his rapidly hardening cock. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he thought that the fucker was long gone fast asleep by now.

He hunched over your body effectively covering you from the other party’s sight, before he started chasing his own release.

“Hey no fair!” he heard that annoying shit again.

Shigaraki felt your hands caressed his face before whispering softly beside his ear.

“Ahh.. I love you Tomu..”

That did it for him, he thrusted into you deeply before stilling. You felt his cum flooding your insides before some of it escaped dripping and pooling beneath you.

He didn’t pulled out of you just yet before positioning the both of you. You round his arms while he cuddled your form, his back towards the other person.

“Ca-can I hold her too...”

“Go get your own”

A/N this was supposed to be an early celebration for Shigaraki’s birthday

#bnha imagines #mha imagines #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki thirst #shigaraki headcanons #bnha reader insert #mha reader insert #unholytrinitytrio #beaniewritesshigaraki #shigaraki’s birthday celebration

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thetaoofzoe · 4 years ago

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Fic: Crescent Moon 1/1

Title: Crescent Moon

Pairing: Henry Cavill x YOU

Rating: Sexy, fluff, teasing, some swearing and borderline language

Summary: As a working model, you landed a coveted Dunhill Cologne job. The number one rule in the industry is NOT to get involved with your fellow models. But, the delicious blue eyed boy waiting for you on set changed your mind.

Gif by amancanfly

Note: this is absolutely a trash fic. So.. here ya go :)

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‘I can’t very well put my tongue in her mouth without even knowing her name, Jamie,’ Henry groused and cast a furtive glance over his shoulder to where you sat in a rickety director’s chair getting your make-up retouched.

‘You’re so fucking, English, Henry,’ Jamie replied easily. ‘Do you need a little page three girl? Get your courage up?’

‘Fuck off.’

Why would he need boobs in newspaper form when he had a real live woman right there on set?

Jamie laughed and slid an overly friendly arm around Henry where his tuxedo jacket stretched crisp and inky black across his broad shoulders.

‘Listen. You are the handsome face of Dunhill. Right? You are paid to do what you’re told and to sell the product. It’s my job as principal photographer to make you look delicious so that every little wet twat out there wants to buy this cologne for her ruddy, beer bellied husband and every lad wants to look exactly like you in the hopes of pulling a posh bird.’

Jamie thumped Henry’s chest with the base of his palm and smoothed down the artfully undone bowtie around his neck.

‘We understand each other?’

Henry nodded. He depended on Jamie for the campaign and pissing him off wasn’t in his best interest.

‘Good, now go sit in the chair and put your fucking tongue into her mouth. And for the love of god, act like you like it.’

‘What’s her name?’ Henry asked shrugging out from under the heavy arm weighing him down.

‘Fuck if I know, ask her yourself. While you’re at it, why not ask for her ring size as well and her old gran’s maiden name.’

‘Jesus Christ, Jamie. What the hell is wrong with you?’

Jamie scrubbed a hand across his unkempt face and was tempted to spill his guts about the divorce papers with which he’d been served that morning.

‘Just…. go do what I tell you and we can all get paid. We still have a night shoot on the bridge and we have to make it quick.’

With that, Jamie turned round and walked off of the dimly lighted set. To calm himself, Henry tried to push his hands into the pockets of his slacks, and not for the first time that day he remembered that they were rented and the pockets had been sewn shut. Instead, he swiped his moist hands on his thighs and went back to the curved, crescent shaped chair on the set. It was supposed to be an easy shoot. Lounge in the chair, smoulder, have girl between his thighs leaning adoringly over him, avoid looking down her low-cut top and boom – 5k in the account.

When you joined him on set, he glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes, and half-smiled awkwardly. He’d been paired with high end models before who had been icy and hurried. But you were someone he felt he could talk to. He asked your name.

To which you turned to him, smiled curiously, and gave it.

‘I thought you already knew it,’ you said.

Henry leaned his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together between them.

‘I turn up, do what they tell me and go home to walk my dog,’ he laughed and then cringed, caving beneath the weight of how lame he must have sounded.

He was Fat Cavill all over again, floundering and unable to talk to a pretty girl. He hated himself for it.

Henry was heartened when you made an interested noise and leaned in close.

‘What’s his name? Your dog.’

Names, he thought. See Jamie? Names were important.

‘Kal,’ he said.

‘Kal… like Kal-el?’

With his eyes brightening, he turned towards you.

‘Yeah! Like that. Do you.. I mean are you… so you know about Superman?’

You grinned and bobbed your head.

‘Who doesn’t know about Superman? I mean… my little brother collects comics and I used to watch that show back in the 90s.’

You shrugged and teased slyly, ‘Pfft, who doesn’t know about Superman,’ but in a way that asked if he was really wondering if normal people didn’t know about one of the most famous comic book superheros.

Henry wasn’t bothered by it. He he smiled, intrigued and was about to continue the conversation when Jamie, holding his massive digital camera, swaggered over and pointedly waited for you to stop talking.

‘Right, you two lovebirds getting good and acquainted?’

‘He’s nice,’ you said, pressing your elbow into Henry’s side. ‘He’s got a dog named Kal. You know, like Superman.’

Absolutely pleased with you in that moment, Henry ducked his head and squashed a grin. But Jamie looked blankly at you and then made a face of disgust.

‘Here’s how it’s going to go. You two are having an illicit night out, met at a party, little drinks, a little dancing and you’re into each other. You can’t wait to leave together. You like her, you like him and shagging is definitely on the table. I want that from you. I want longing looks, I want wet parted lips, I want sex. Ok, got it?’

He looked directly at Henry.

‘Or shall I bring out the finger puppets.’

You smiled and nodded happily. You weren’t sure what was going on with the photographer, but a job was a job and you had dealt with worse.

‘Get into your original positions, please,’ Jamie said motioning towards you.

You got up, untwisted the thin shoe strap across your ankle and waited for Henry to lay back against the chair. He reached up for you and cradled your hips as you positioned between his spread thighs. You put your knee down between them, careful not to press up against his sizable bulge and with one hand on his shoulder, you artfully leaned in. Your breasts swung forward in your skimpy top and you turned just a little so that they wouldn’t bounce out and hit him in the face.

Not that you thought he would mind, considering how fixated on them he had been for nearly the entire shoot.

But you yourself hadn’t been so innocent.

You had noticed how much he was packing when you were first posed together and that little lizard part of your brain wanted to feel him.

Henry was fixated on you and you were fixated on him. You looked down into his big puppy dog eyes and could tell that he was still feeling nervous, as he had been all morning. You wanted to relax him, maybe play a little.

‘Look at you,’ you murmured, leaning in closer as his attention snapped to your face. ‘Lying there like the perfect boy.’

Henry’s lips parted and he gave you such an adoring look that you greedily drank it in like a cool glass of wine. You popped open a few of his shirt buttons and gingerly curved your fingers about his naked throat, marvelling at how immediately the shyness melted from his eyes. One corner of his lush mouth curved up into a slight smile and the fingers clenching your hips pulled you closer. He froze when his own actions pressed your knee right into his groin. You both looked down at where you were touching him so intimately, yet neither of you moved.

‘Whatever you two are fucking doing, don’t you fucking stop.’

Jamie was close now, the camera shutter clicking madly, but he was an annoyance in your peripheral. Your entire focus was on the boy beneath you and the big hand working across your bottom.

Not wanting to give away what you were doing to him, Henry hissed in a long indulgent breath and undulated in response to the upward press of your knee. Colour seeped into his cheeks and when you leaned down, hovering your wet mouth over his, he groaned softly. Everything muted and faded into the background and he lifted his chin to close the distance between you. The gentle confident stroke of his tongue along your sensitive lips rippled a delectable sensation through you and tightened your nipples into tender peaks.

This couldn’t be real, you thought. Are you that willing to fuck this man right here in front of the whole crew?

‘Ok, that’s good you two. I think I have enough.’

Someone was talking.

It was Jamie.

And just like that, the spell was broken. You scrambled back and off of Henry. Standing up, you quickly dusted off the back of your dress. Henry’s hand had been so hot against your arse that you were sure he had left handprints.

You tried not to look back at the man still lounging on the chair. But you couldn’t help it. One sly glance at him looking positively debauched, told you that it wasn’t over between you. And it was later in the back of the setpiece Bentley that Henry showed you how much more he wanted.

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berrynarrybanana · 5 years ago

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pink lemonade

A/n: I...had a cliche moment of I wrote this and it got deleted bc my computer had a hissy fit while I was trying to find a good pic to use. All I want to say is that I spent weeks agonizing over this piece because I wasn’t sure that it was good enough and that it touched on bi!reader as much as it should. I started it out in Harry’s POV and it kind of just took off from there. This is very heavily based off a song from one of my favorite bands. It’s called pink lemonade by the wombats and it really gave me inspiration to write this whole fic and for my reader and flatmate!h. I hope that I did this justice, because as a bi woman, I know how little representation we get in media and in fics. So thank you to the beautiful @bopbopstyles and @harrysclementines for hosting a challenge that made me feel included. I really appreciate and love you both so much!

warnings: smut, drug use mention, angst, harry’s pov

word count: 4.3k+

Please enjoy and feel free to tell me what you think!

Friday Night

Harry remembers the day he met his flatmate.

She was a little shorter than him, but her personality definitely made her seem much taller. She had her hair up in a messy bun, her Rolling Stones shirt tucked in, and her jeans cuffed at the bottom. She introduced herself to him with a dazzling smile and a witty joke about being a stereotypical bisexual being. It made him laugh, pulling her into a hug (after asking her permission) because they were going to be flatmates and she needed to know he was a hugger. He didn’t want to start off on an awkward note with a person he would be spending so much time with. He suggested they order some pizza and drink wine on the floor of their living room on their first night.

Their furniture hadn’t been delivered or moved in yet, so they had to settle for putting a few of y/n’s pillows under their bums while they watched comedy specials on Harry’s laptop. A majority of their evening was spent giggling and sharing stories about their previous experiences with old girlfriends. He found it oddly comforting that the beautiful girl was a little bit different, because he had always felt that way in life. With her, he didn’t feel so alone in being different. Perhaps that was one of the things that made him fall in love with her. She was a bright, radiant soul that brought him more joy than anyone else ever had. But she could be a bit thick, sometimes.

As he watched her prance around their apartment in her tight mini-dress, he tried his best not to let her see his obvious attraction to her.

The pillow on his lap would seem obvious to just about anyone else, but not to his precious flatmate. She practically floated through life, oblivious to how people looked at her when she moved. She was like a walking porn ad, her beautiful hair and gorgeous smile nearly impossible to ignore. He tried not to focus too hard on what she was wearing, but christ, it was hard not to. Her legs looked a little longer due to the black heeled booties she’d put on and she was most definitely wearing tights with little sparkles in the fabric.

He hated seeing her dressed up like this, knowing that he wouldn’t be the one sliding his hands up her dress in the backseat of the taxi on the way home. He wouldn’t be the one gripping at her thighs while she straddled him on their shared couch. He wouldn’t be the one making her scream, unable to contain herself as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her. He hated that she was wearing the perfect shade of red on her lips, a shade that painted the walls of the prison cell in his own personal hell inside. He wanted to smear it off her lips with his own, kissing her until she was breathless and begging.

Instead, he flipped through the channels on the telly, pretending to pay attention.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out, Harry?” She stood in front of him, pouting her lips out as she tilted her head to the side. He shook his head as she crossed her arms, the gesture pushing her breasts up just a little. Fuck me, Harry thought. “You love going out!”

“I know, love.” He grumbled, glancing behind her as if she was in the way. “But I’m not really in the mood to party tonight and I don’t want to bring the mood down.”

“Well, I don’t feel right going out without you.” She sighed, dropping her arms to the side, causing Harry to look up at her. “Maybe I should stay home? We can order takeout and-”

“Absolutely not.” He shook his head. “You have a date. You can’t stand him up!”

“He’s just some rando from Tinder, I really don’t care about his feelings.,H.” She snorted out a laugh, rolling those perfect eyes as he tried to fight off a smile. “I’d rather be with you if you’re feeling down.”

“Don’t give up the chance for a good time because I’m a grumpy old man.” He shook his head. “I really want you to go out.”

“Okay, okay.” She let out a heavy exhale, stepping farther away. “How do I look?”

“Perfect.” He didn’t tear his eyes away from the telly, knowing he would overshare if he actually looked at her right now.

“You didn’t even look!” She laughed around a playful groan. “Boys.”

“I’m a man, love!” He called out as she walked into the kitchen for her keys. “If you’re too drunk, call me. Don’t go home with your random tinder date and-”

“Lock the door when I’m home.” She nodded. “I know the rules, dad.”

“Please do not ever call me that again.” Harry narrowed his eyes at her. “Go, get out of here and go have some fun. Tell everyone I said hi.”

“I will!” She smiled. “Bye, roomie!”

“Bye!” He waved, his heart sinking as the door shut behind her. “Guess I’ll be having a sad wank about that later.”

Harry grumbled, sinking further into the cushions of their shared couch.

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Saturday Morning

The guy from Friday seemed to be a keeper.

He was there the next morning when Harry was making a hangover breakfast in the kitchen for his flatmate. He strutted in without a shirt or a word, reaching for a coffee cup as if he owned the place. Last time Harry checked, only two people paid rent here. Harry watched from the stove, spatula in hand as he glared at the man’s back. What a sodding prick. With a quick roll of his eyes, Harry pushed around the potatoes he’d chopped up earlier. Of course she brought him home. It had been weeks since she’d had a proper shag and it was bound to happen sooner or later. And even if Harry hated to admit it, the man standing in his kitchen gave it to her proper. Harry closed his eyes, cringing at memory of her moans melded with the banging of her headboard against the wall last night.

He hadn’t heard her moan out like that in a long time. Halfway through orgasm number two out of god knows how many, Harry shoved his headphones in and tried not to cry. He hated that someone else was making her feel so good that she was screaming the bloody walls down. He wanted to sink into her, to have her screaming out his name instead. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not even in his dreams could he have her, always cutting off right around the time his hands landed on her hips.

“Oh, didn’t see you there, mate.” The guy turned around. “M’Alfie.”

“Harry.” He grumbled, reaching up to the heat down. “Y/N’s roommate.”

“She told me about you.” Alfie nodded. “Said you’re a right laugh when you’re drinking.”

“Did she now?” Harry hummed as if he was actually interested in the conversation.

“Shame you didn’t come out with us.” Alfie said. “Y/N was a fucking animal. Have you ever had sex with her? I mean she’s amazing when she’s high.”

Harry wanted to vomit.

This guy was a total prick.

“Yeah, what a shame.” Harry cleared his throat, glancing over at Alfie. “When Y/N wakes up, let her know that breakfast is here. She’s going to want two pieces of toast with butter.”

“I will tell her.” Alfie sipped out of the bright pink mug and Harry’s face grew hot. That was his mug, the one that Y/N got him for Christmas last year. The little lamb on the front with a comical smile was mocking him now. “You alright, mate?”

“Yeah, I’m stellar.”

Harry stormed out of the kitchen and down the hall.

He nearly made it to his door when she stumbled out of her bedroom.

“Morning, Harry.” She yawned before smiling at her roommate.

He didn’t respond, ducking past her and into his bedroom.

Maybe he didn’t really know the girl he loved after all.

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Another Magical Friday Night

Alfie, as it turns out, wasn’t a keeper.

During their second escapade, Alfie shouting to the top of his lungs pulled Harry out of his half-asleep state. His heart sank and his blood ran cold as he sprinted out of his bedroom to Y/N’s. When he got there, Alfie was storming out of her bedroom, half dressed with a red face. Harry stood in Y/N’s doorway, avoiding her gaze as she struggled to put a t-shirt on. After a few moments, Harry couldn’t stand to hear her soft whimpers and loud sniffles. He tore his own shirt off, walking over to where she was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed in front of her.

“S’alright,” He cooed, sitting down in front of her as he slipped his shirt over her head. “It’s okay, love.”

“I’m sorry we woke you up.” She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to the column of his throat as she cried. “I know you have an early yoga class tomorrow.”

“Please don’t apologize.” He said softly, rubbing his hand over her back. “Tell me what he did?”

“He didn’t do anything.” She shook her head, pulling back as she wiped at her cheeks. “I just...Alfie dabbles a bit in drugs and I tried some with him last week, but I didn’t like it. I told him I didn’t want to do it again and he called me a whore and a tease.”

Harry’s jaw tensed as he watched his best friend hiccup, swiping under her eyes again.

“You are not a whore.” Harry reached up, gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, demanding her attention. “Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you need to be ashamed of yourself.”

“Thank you.” She sniffled. “Sleep with me tonight?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Let’s go to my room instead, okay?”

He didn’t have the heart to tell her he couldn’t sleep in her bed right now.

Not after Alfie had been in it.

“Okay.” She gave him a wavering smile. “Thank you, H.”

“Anytime.”

Harry held her that night, his heart pounding against his chest as she cuddled into him.

As he drifted off, he mumbled out loud, “This must be what heaven feels like.”

He hoped she didn’t hear him.

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Harry decided that if Y/N was going out this Friday, he was too.

He couldn’t stand the thought of her going out without him by her side after last week’s incident with Alfie. There was no Tinder date for her to meet up with, just Harry and a few other friends who wanted to have a good time. They got ready in their shared bathroom together, pre-gaming with whatever they had left as they sang loudly to Harry’s pre-game playlist. When she spritzed her perfume over her neck, Harry’s mouth started to water.

The warm vanilla and citrus hybrid was damn near a love potion to him.

“Alright,” She nodded, giving herself a once over in the mirror. “I’m ready.”

“You look perfect.” He smiled, trailing his eyes up from her vegan, leather combat boots to her black skinny jeans, finally settling on the lacy bodysuit that she had recently purchased. “S’a bit like lingerie, innit it?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged her shoulders, pursuing her lips as Harry looked at her eyes. “But it’s nice and light and extremely sexy.”

“One of those nights?” Harry’s brows quirked up and he forced a little smirk to settle on his lips as she nodded. “Good, you deserve a bit of fun.”

And he actually meant it, this time.

She did deserve to have a little fun after Alfie

He could suck it up for one night if the girl he loved would be happy at the end of it.

“I do.” She giggled, reaching down to grab the bottle of tequila set on the bathroom countertop, wiggling it around. “One more shot for good luck?”

“Pour it up.”

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Harry bucked his hips up as the girl above him rolled her hips over his denim clad cock.

This time, he brought someone home.

Granted, Y/N brought someone home as well, he now had a distraction to keep his mind busy and his cock wet while his flatmate got off. The girl he’d met at the club was so sweet, her hazel eyes enticing him the moment his gaze met hers. Her lips were so soft and they tasted like strawberries. He wondered what Y/N tasted like? They were normally covered in gloss when she went out, shiny and peachy. Did her lips taste like peach? Harry closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as the girl dug her nails into his stomach.

“Can I take your pants off?” She asked, timid and soft. Nothing like Y/N demanding the naughtiest of things on the other side of the wall. “I’m ready to...I want to ride you.”

“Okay, yeah.” Harry opened his eyes, sitting up as he wrapped his arms around her. He pressed a few soft kisses over her jaw before catching her mouth in his. “Just a second, love.”

“You’re sweet.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, swinging her leg over his thighs as he reached for his buttons.

“Fuck, yes!”

Harry rolled his eyes, fumbling with the zipper on his trousers as the girl next to him slapped her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh.

“She’s loud.” She giggled, reaching down to start working on her heels.

“I know.” Harry sighed. “I’m really sorry about that. I...I didn’t know she would be bringing someone-”

“Right there, y/n! Yes baby yes!”

“Jesus.” He let out a huff, reaching his hand up to tap the wall with his fist. “Oi, other people are trying to have fun here.”

“Oh my god.” The girl tossed her head back, barking out a laugh. “You don’t have to do that, it’s fine.”

“Sorry, H.” Y/N called back. “We’ll keep it down.”

“I just don’t want to ruin the mood for us.” He shuffled out of his jeans and boxers, tossing them to the side before he looked back at her.

“I’m okay.” She climbed on top of him again, her shoes now tossed aside and her dress hiked up to her hips. “I really, really don’t care about anything else but fucking you right now.”

“Oh.” Harry’s cheeks were surely tinged pink as she gripped his cock in her hand, stroking up with gentle movements. “Fuck, that’s nice.”

“Good.” She leaned forward, pressing her free hand to his shoulder. He fell back onto the mattress, dropping his hands to her thighs. “I promise I’m gonna make you cum so hard, you won’t even know there’s anyone else in the world besides me.”

Harry dropped his head back, digging his nails into her thighs as she lined herself up with his cock. It had been so long since he’d fucked anyone, his emotions for Y/N a huge cock-block that he couldn’t seem to shake. Other girls just didn’t do it for him anymore.�� But tonight, the alcohol in his veins and the vision of Y/N nearly fingering some girl in the back of the club reminded him that he was free to fuck whoever he wanted, despite his love for Y/N.

“Y/N!”

Harry let out a heavy sigh through his nose, the sound of Y/N’s one night stand screaming making the fire in his belly dim just a little. He didn’t even care that his own girl was sinking onto his cock, soaking wet and tight like a vice. He barely even remembered that she was on top of him until she moaned his name out.

He opened his eyes, watching her face contort as she settled onto his thighs.

“You’re huge.” She whispered, tilting her head back. “I swear I’ve never had...never had someone so big, fuck.”

“Yeah?” He licked over his bottom lip, sliding a palm up to her belly. “Feel me there?”

“Mhm.” She whimpered, gripping onto his wrist. “M’so full.”

“Y/N, please let me cum.”

Harry let out a frustrated sigh, reaching his hands up to rub over his face.

“Are they bothering you?” The girl asked softly, lifting off of his cock. “Because it seems like they are.”

“A little, yeah.” Harry nodded, wincing as his cock slapped against his stomach. “I’m really sorry, it’s not that you aren’t amazing-”

“I get it, it’s okay.” She fell next to him as his cock started to soften. “I would be kind of wigged out if my roommate was fucking while I was too.”

“She does this every Friday night.” Harry said. “And...not to continue ruining whatever we had going between us, but I’m kind of in love with her.”

“Oh.” The girl whispered. “That would really turn me off.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “And I was trying to have fun for once, you know? Because she seems to go about life oblivious to my feelings and I’m stuck pining for her while she’s fucking whoever she wants to.”

“Do you think she knows that you like her?” His date asked.

“I don’t know, probably not.” He mumbled, turning his head to look at her. “You don’t have to listen to me moan on about it, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” She turned on her side, pressing her palm to his chest. “I have a feeling you haven’t talked to anyone about this and it’s not very healthy to keep things bottled up.”

“You’re right about that.” Harry smiled. “You know, I have a friend who would absolutely adore you.”

“Is it Y/N?” She giggled. “Because I don’t swing that way.”

“Oi, you think I’d let you shag the girl I just told you I’m in love with?” He laughed, his brows crinkling together as he reached over to pinch her hip. “It’s not her.”

“Good.” She laughed with Harry, sliding closer to him. “Would it be weird if I stay?”

“No,” He shook his head. “It’s the least I can do after wasting your time.”

“And...what about a cuddle?” She asked. “Because I do enjoy a good cuddle session.”

“I can deal with that, I think.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. “Thank you.”

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The next morning, Harry was livid.

He sent his date, Halle was her name, off with a sweet kiss and a coffee to-go. Maybe in another life, she would have been perfect for him. A soft, sweet girl with kind eyes and a willingness to listen to him. Unfortunately for him, he was too far up his obnoxious flatmate’s ass to see anyone else. And even if it made things awkward between them, he had to tell her how he felt. There was no way he could keep going on like this if there was a way to prevent it.

“Good morning,” She chirped, her hand linked with the girl she brought home last night. “Are we having breakfast?”

“You can do whatever the fuck you want.” Harry snapped, taking his coffee mug and his breakfast plate from the counter. “I don’t care.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped and the girl’s eyes grew wide.

Harry didn’t say another word, walking past the two girls.

He hated being a dick, but lashing out made him feel the tiniest bit better about what happened last night. He pushed his bedroom door open with his hip, settling back into bed as he flicked through his options on Netflix. He wasn’t even thinking of Y/N, his mind struggling to remember whether or not he’d seen the last episode of the Great British Bake-Off. When he realized that he hadn’t, clicking on the title to start the episode, his bedroom door flew open and his roommate stormed in.

“Fuck you!” She snapped, reaching for his remote, standing in front of his bed with a scowl on her perfect lips. “I don’t know who pissed in your cheerios this morning, but you don’t get to talk to me like that! Especially not in front of guests.”

“Okay.” Harry shrugged. “Can I have my remote-”

“No, you can’t!” She shouted, tossing her hands up as she let out a noise crossed between a groan and a growl. “What’s your deal?”

“I haven’t exactly finished my coffee, love.” Harry was trying not to relish in the sight of his roommate frustrated and adorable. The feeling she was experiencing now was a fraction of what he felt every time he heard her through the wall. “Maybe come back later?”

“Are you upset because I fucked someone last night and you didn’t?” Her brows shot up. “I know you didn’t cum last night and neither did the girl you brought home. Are you mad because you’re shit in bed?”

“Maybe we were quiet. You know, decent and considerate of other people,” The smile he gave her was sarcastic. “Or maybe- and this is a good one- maybe, I had a girl sitting on my cock, ready to fuck me so bloody good I would cry, but I couldn’t let her because all I could think about was how much I love you. ”

“What?” She asked, her mouth falling ajar.

“Maybe when I was kissing her at the club, I was thinking about kissing you.” He set his coffee mug down on his nightstand, continuing on. “And maybe when I had my fingers in her cunt, I was thinking about you. And maybe, just maybe, every time you fuck someone so loud that it keeps me up at night, I wish it was me instead.”

She didn’t say anything, watching as Harry moved forward. He snagged the remote from her hand, proud of his little confession. He turned the show back on, ignoring his roommate as she stood there with her eyes wide. He smirked, crossing his legs before he settled his hand on his stomach.

“You process that and I’m just gonna watch Noel and Paul bicker.” Harry said.

“You’re an asshole.” She whispered. “You...you can’t just be upset with me because I didn’t know that you liked me.”

“I’m not upset with you,” He said. “I’m a little upset that I was trying to have a good time for once and you ruined it with you and your girl’s pornstar moaning, but I’m not upset with you. That would be extremely unfair of me.”

“Why have you never said anything?” She cleared her throat, fidgeting with the hem of her oversized shirt. “We’ve been roommates for years, Harry.”

“Because I love you as a friend, too.” He started. “I didn’t want to risk it.”

“And now?” She squeaked out. “You’re willing to risk it now?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’m tired of wishing that it was me on the other side of this wall, Y/N. So...take some time to think about what I said and let me know if you’d be willing to give it a try. No hard feelings if you don’t want the same thing, I completely understand and I’ll respect your choice either way. We’ll just have to work out some arrangement where you let me know when you have someone-”

“I want to try.” She said quickly, kneeling on the edge of the bed. “Because I really like you, Harry. Like, the only reason I’ve brought so many people back home with me is because I couldn’t have you. I knew that there was no way in hell you would like a girl like me. I’m obnoxious and boisterous and just...I didn’t think I was your type.”

“You’re kidding?” His brows shot up. “You thought...oh my god, we’re both bloody idiots.”

“You’re telling me.” She laughed, falling on her ass in front of him. “This whole time I’ve been fucking people that loudly to make you jealous and the entire time you’ve been listening, imaging it was you?”

“I guess so.” He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Well, I guess that leaves us with two options.”

“And what might those be?” She asked, a soft smile settling on her lips.

“I take you out for brunch, maybe a nice walk in the park, and then I bring you home and fuck you so hard you won’t even remember the orgasms you had last night.” He lifted one finger up, smiling as he watched her inhale sharply. “Or option two, I fuck you now and we go to brunch later?”

“Wouldn’t it just be lunch by then?” She tilted her head to the side, playfully narrowing her eyes at him. “I mean...that defeats the purpose, yeah?”

“Really, that’s-” Harry let out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re missing the point.”

“I’m not.” She leaned forward, sliding her hands over his thighs. “I see it clear as day.”

“And what does your heart tell you to do?” He licked over his bottom lip as she moved closer, her nose nearly bumping against his.

“To take you up on option two.” She whispered. “Because it’s really not fair that I came five times last night and you didn’t come, not even once.”

“Fuck.” Harry sputtered out as she brushed her lips over his. “Kiss me?”

She pressed her lips into his, moving his body back onto his pillows. She moved over him, straddling his thighs as she deepened the kiss. When her tongue slipped over his bottom lip, his mouth fell open in response. His hands fell to her hips, digging into the soft flesh as his mind tried to catch up. The girl of his dreams was sitting on his lap, in his bed, and she wanted him. She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. He couldn’t believe that this was happening, sure that he was just a fever dream or a nightmare that he would wake up from any second. But he was brought back to reality when her tongue slipped over his.

And at that moment, Harry knew he was right.

She did taste like peach.

#hsbificathon

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seanfalco · 3 years ago

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The Rehearsal | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: Light smut, jealousy

[ masterlist ]

"Good morning, loves of my life, or should I say good afternoon?" Lydia exclaimed, crawling in bed as she arrived home after her costume fitting.

"Wha-? Did you leave?" her Nathan murmured, staring in confusion at his fully awake fiancé.

"I was in East Village, doing work stuff and getting some food to make breakfast for you lot. Who's hungry? Who's ready to unpack a little bit with me?"

The other Nathan groaned and rolled toward his pillow, but Win stretched, sitting up, the sheets slipping down from her bare chest. "I'll help you, Lollipop," she murmured, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Amazing!" Lydia leaned in to kiss her. "I bet when the food is ready these two will come running..." she rolled her eyes. Lyddie was about to leave the room and get back to unpacking, but Win's bare chest had her quite distracted.

“They always do,” Win laughed, noticing the way her girlfriend’s eyes lingered. “See somethin’ y’like babe?” she asked with a grin.

"You know I do..." Lydia lowered Win to the bed once more, kissing each of her breasts softly. "Okay, I think I lost my train of thought a little bit, but... they just look so nice."

“We still need to get them pierced t’match yours,” Win teased, stretching her arms above her head as Lyddie pushed her back. “I’ll go topless to the kitchen if you want,” she joked. “That way we don’t disturb the boys.”

"Yeah, that'll definitely get me motivated to work," Lydia laughed. "You'd look so hot with piercings... ugh, I have to stop thinking before I get way too horny to function," she shook her head, placing one last kiss on Win's chest before jumping out of bed.

Win laughed as she followed, grabbing a shirt as she went. “So what are we making this morning?” she asked.

I was thinking you could help me set up the kitchen, I wanted to make an American breakfast, eggs, bacon, pancakes, the whole thing," Lydia said, grabbing a box of kitchen utensils to put on the table.

“That sounds delicious,” Win exclaimed, reaching into the box to unpack, doing whatever she could to help Lyddie.

"So, how was your first night of sleep in the new flat?" Lydia asked, separating the ingredients she would need. "I think I was born to sleep with the sounds of the city."

“I think I slept okay, though I was rather worn out,” Win chuckled. “It’s a little louder than I’m used to, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it,” she said opening drawers as she pulled things from the box.

"Yeah, hopefully you will before we go back to England." Lydia missed home a little bit, her friends and family, but she was also so happy to be there. "I think you guys should come with me later, you know? It's our first general rehearsal, with costumes and all, it's still gonna be a couple of months before my big night, but I'd love for you guys to see it."

“That sounds like fun!” Win exclaimed, pausing to wrap her arms around Lyddie. “I’d love to watch your rehearsal!”

"The cast is gonna love to meet you," Lydia pressed her forehead to Win's. "They are really sweet."

“Aw I’m excited,” Win murmured, pressing a kiss to Lyddie’s lips. “I’m really happy to be here with you.”

Lydia's heart melted at the words, she felt slightly guilty for dragging Win away from everyone and everything so it felt really good to hear that. "I love you," she whispered before going back to making breakfast.

Win smiled as she got back to work unpacking and by the time Lydia had breakfast made she had almost all of the dishes put away and both Nathans had appeared.

"Breakfast today is only for people who were helping me unpack," Lydia teased, setting the table.

"Gonna let us starve to death?" her Nathan gasped.

"Don't worry, you're immortal."

“That doesn’t mean we still don’t suffer!” Win’s Nathan complained with a pout.

"Awww poor Natty," Lydia gave him a plate and kissed his forehead. "Next time get your ass out of bed and help me, will you?"

"We'll make it up to you," Lyddie's Nathan flashed her a sleepy smile.

“Uh huh, I’m sure you will,” Win exclaimed, pouring everyone a glass of juice before taking her seat.

"I was telling Win you should come watch me today," Lydia said, mindlessly pouring syrup on her pancakes. "It's gonna be fun."

"We should go, there's loads o'strippers in th’show, we'll get t'see it up close," Lyddie's Nathan whispered to his clone.

“I’m in!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, shoving half a pancake in his mouth as Win gave him a disgusted look.

“Make sure t’chew your food, before y’choke,” she said, shaking her head ruefully. “I really don’t wanna watch you die before ten o’clock.”

"On another note, please shove more food in your mouth," Lydia tilted her head, watching him mesmerized. "But yeah, careful... choking.... chew..." she mumbled.

"Wow, didn't think it was horny o'clock already, my watch must be broken," her Nathan mocked, snapping his fingers in front of her eyes to get her attention.

Win rolled her eyes and got back to her plate, giving Lyddie a playful pinch to snap her out of her daze.

"Okay, okay," Lydia huffed. "But you know, since we did the kitchen, the boys should organize the bathroom, I think it's only fair..."

“Ugh, I s’pose,” Win’s Nathan groaned. “What time is your rehearsal?” he asked quickly, hoping to distract her from the thought of unpacking the bathroom.

"It's at four, plenty of time for you two to work while Winnie and I watch some TV, snog a little..." Lydia noticed his attempt to deflect.

“Mmm sounds perfect t’me,” Win mused, squeezing Lyddie’s thigh beneath the table.

"Just don't blame us if we accidentally ruin your makeup, we're pretty clumsy..." Lyddie's Nathan shrugged.

"Ha ha, you got powers, you twat! It's gonna take, what, two seconds to get everything done?" Lydia teased, placing her hand on top of Win's

“Oh yeah,” Win’s Nathan mused, as if he’d forgotten about their powers. “Do we get a reward for helpin’ out?”

"A reward for doing what you were supposed to do all along....?" Lydia mused. "Yeah, I suppose you each get a kiss," she drawled.

“That’s all?” Win’s Nathan groaned. “Do we get t’choose where?” he asked hopefully.

"Maybe," Lydia winked at Win. "I'll think about it, if you ask nicely." She didn't know who she was trying to fool, but it felt nice to wind them up.

“C’mon Lyddie, I think the boys should clean up the dishes for us too,” Win said, a smug look on her face as she nuzzled into the crook of Lydia’s neck before pulling her to her feet to head to the living room.

"Yeah, that would be so nice," she murmured, following Win to the couch. "Nothing makes me hornier than clean dishes..."

"Now you're just abusin' your power, that's not fair!" her Nathan protested.

“Y’better get workin’!” Win called from the living room, “if y’want her t’still be horny by the time I’m done with her!” she joked, pulling Lydia to the couch with her.

"You are a genius, why didn't I think of that before? That's why I love you so much," Lydia took Win into her arms and kissed her temple gently. "Oh, I missed American television..."

“Is that the only reason y’love me?” Win teased, grinning to herself as she settled down in Lyddie’s arms to focus on the tv, while the two Nathans bickered over who was gunna do what in the other room.

"No, of course not..." Lydia chuckled, watching the boys being chaotic over a simple task. "I love you 'cause you're sweet, and a great person, and cute, and sexy, and beautiful, and you have nice tits, and you have that cocky charm I can't resist... those are some of the reasons."

“Oh really?” Win mused, grinning as she pulled Lydia in for a kiss, her tongue sliding against her lip, begging entrance.

Lydia hummed in response, kissing Win back, whatever was on the tv or whatever stupid fight the boys were having was instantly forgotten.

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore Lyddie,” Win whispered between kisses, each one becoming more heated than the last.

"You don't ever have to, I'm not going anywhere, you're stuck with me," Lydia didn't expect the romantic confession in the middle of snogging, but she loved to hear it.

“Good,” Win murmured, kissing her way down Lyddie’s neck, her hand wandering.

“Hey now! Cut that out!” Win’s Nathan cried from across the room.

"Why? Finish your chore first," Lydia moaned, sliding her hand down to Win's ass. "And you'll get some attention too."

"How can we concentrate while you're doin' that right in front of us?" Lyddie's Nathan whined.

“We could go in the bedroom so we don’t distract you, if you’d rather,” Win replied, nipping at Lyddie’s neck, her hand slipping under the front of her shirt to fondle her.

"Ugh! You two are the worst!" Lyddie's Nathan waved his hand and made the dishes disappear.

"Natty, did you just get rid of it?" Lydia tried not to completely lose her mind shivering under Win's touch.

"No, it's in the cupboard... can I join now?"

“What about the bathroom?” Win asked innocently, eyeing him sideways, arching into Lyddie’s touch, quite aware of how they looked at the moment and how crazy it must be driving him.

"Jesus! Nathan!" Lyddie's Nathan shouted angrily, heading to the bathroom.

"You better be fast, I'm getting very impatient..." Lydia started grinding against Win's thigh, she was trying to put on a show for them, but at the same time she just wanted to shag her already.

“What do you wanna do, babe? Wait for the boys or not?” Win asked with a laugh, feeling rather impatient herself.

"It wouldn't hurt to start without them," Lydia's hands snaked under Win's shirt with a mischievous grin. "They can join when they're done, you just look so hot, I don't wanna wait."

“Y’hear that boys? Lyddie can’t wait any longer!” Win laughed before turning back to Lydia. “God, me either, I want you now, Lyds,” she mumbled, tugging at Lydia’s knickers

Lydia laughed as she heard clattering in the bathroom. "Put that shit down, y'wanker! No, let me do it!" Lyddie's Nathan exclaimed in a rage.

"I want you too," she whispered, brushing her lips along Win's jaw, pinching her nipples.

“Good,” Win murmured, kneeling between Lyddie’s legs, not hesitating to taste her, eagerly licking up her slit, her hands squeezing at her thighs.

Lydia shuddered with a loud moan as she rolled her hips, running her fingers through Win's hair. "That's so good, Winnie, I've missed your mouth so much..."

“You taste so good sweetheart,” Win purred, running her hand up Lyddie’s body to squeeze her breast as she moved her tongue faster, playing with her nipple as she circled her clit, relishing the sounds Lyddie made.

“Will you hurry up? They’re gunna be done by th’time you finish!” Win’s Nathan hissed, glancing over his shoulder at what was going on in the living room as he stuffed some towels into the cupboard.

"This isn't my fault! I just had t'fix your mess! My part is done!" Lyddie's Nathan countered, knowing his fiancé would be pissed if he half-assed it.

"Just like that, babe, oh please!" Lydia whimpered slightly louder than she normally would, biting her lip as she threw her head back, glancing at the boys. She did miss some alone time with Win... for girl talk and things like that.

“My mess!” Win’s Nathan yelped indignantly, unable to focus. “This is drivin’ me nuts!” he growled, looking over his shoulder again. “I’ll finish it after!” he whined impatiently.

Win moaned, unable to speak and not wanting to stop, her tongue moving faster, unrelenting, wanting to hear Lyddie scream as she came.

"Yes! Winnie!" Lydia cried, her entire body going numb with pleasure and her mind went totally blank before she was finally able to open her eyes. "Hi, boys..."

"Don't you come at me with hi boys," her Nathan folded his arms.

“What do you want us t’say?” Win asked, rolling to her back to face them, lazing her head in Lyddie’s lap, a content grin tugging at her lips.

Lyddie's Nathan's mouth opened and closed several times as he thought of how to answer the question.

"How about this," Lydia stoked Win's hair. "I gotta get ready for work soon, but because you boys helped us, tonight you pick whatever you wanna do. Sound good?"

“Sounds good t’me,” Win’s Nathan piped up, eyeing the girls hungrily.

“I better get ready too, if we’re going with you,” Win said, stretching languidly as Lyddie slid out from under her.

"Yeah, I s'pose..." Lyddie's Nathan rolled his eyes. "And as promised before," Lydia pulled him closer to press a kiss to his neck and then moved to kiss Win's Nathan's chest. "Thank you, you were so helpful."

“What about you?” Win’s Nathan asked, turning his eyes on his girlfriend, a hopeful look on his face. “Do we get kisses from you as well?”

"I think they deserve it, Winnie," Lydia giggled, ripping her shirt off to change.

"Especially me, I did almost all the work," Lyddie's Nathan elbowed his clone with a shit-eating smirk.

Win fought back a grin at the indignation on her Nathan’s face and stood to press a kiss to his lips, tugging at his shirt to get him to lean down before turning to Lyddie’s Nathan and capturing his lips as well, giving him just a hint of tongue as a little extra.

Lydia gathered all she would need in a backpack, packing some light snacks, dancing shoes (even though she would mostly wear combat boots in the show), water, honey for her throat, towel... "Hey, is everyone ready?" she asked, leaving the bathroom after putting her hair in a high ponytail.

“Yep!” Win exclaimed happily, excited to watch Lyddie work.

"Then let's go, we're moving to the theatre today," Lydia locked arms with Win and headed to the door, followed by the Nathans, who had a long discussion over who would get to wear their blue hoodie.

The Brooks Atinkson wasn't far, in fact, it was on their street, crossing the 8th Avenue. When they entered Win looked around, while trying not to look like she was some sort of tourist.

“So what now?” she asked, squeezing Lydia’s arm.

"Now come with me, I'll show you backstage," Lydia was clearly having the time of her life saying that. The quad could've walked through the stage door, but what’s the fun in that? Lydia pulled herself up to the stage and took Win's hands to help her do the same, while the boys clumsily followed.

"Hey guys, I brought my girlfriend to watch the run-through today," she announced as she found part of the cast, the director, and the choreographer sitting around in a room they used for collective warm-ups. "...And my boyfriend, and my fiancé."

“Hey,” Win greeted, flushing slightly as all eyes turned on them and she moved a little closer to Nathan’s side, letting him drape his arm over her shoulder as he waved to Lyddie’s crew members.

"Um... hey," the diretor, a tall, slender guy with gray hair, took a few seconds to make sure he actually heard what he thought he heard. "That's... awesome, I hope you guys enjoy it."

Lyddie's Nathan already had a hard time keeping up with two girlfriends, but that didn't stop him from waving at the beautiful girls from the ensemble with a silly smile. "Come on, I'll show you guys my dressing room next," Lydia exclaimed, heading down a long hallway.

“Ooo, dressing room!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I remember quite fondly th’last dressin’ room we were in, ey Lyds?”

Lydia's cheeks blushed with the memory from that day, it felt like ages ago, even though it'd been only a couple months. "Yeah, it was quite nice..." she opened a door that read "Lyddie Young - Lonny Barnett", which lead to a much fancier dressing room than the one from their memory. "Home sweet home."

"Dang," Win breathed, looking around in awe. "This is... a lot nicer."

"Yeah, no shit," her Nathan agreed.

"So when do we get t'shag here?" Lyddie’s Nathan asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"The walls are thin, Natty," Lydia warned playfully. "Plus I don't think shagging on my first day in the theatre is the best idea..."

"Why not? It’ll bring good luck," he said, pulling her onto the big red couch next to the window.

"I don't know if that's how it works," Win laughed, ambling around the room.

"Yeah, last time I checked 'break a leg' was just fine," Lydia laughed, breaking free from his embrace to take a look at her costume. Her first outfit was a pair of skinny jeans, black leather fingerless gloves, and a tuxedo t-shirt.

"Ooo that's kinda sexy," Win cooed, plopping down between the Nathans. "I can't wait to see you up on stage," she sighed. "How many costume changes do you have?"

"Four, two for each act," Lydia smiled, knowing damn well she's supposed to look like the comic relief, which was fine, just not exactly what she was used to. "I only change the top though, so at least I don't have to run."

"That's good, it sounds like it could be stressful otherwise," Win mused.

"Yeah, poor Sherry Christian has the most complex changes in the show..." Lydia started to get dressed after looking at the clock. "We're starting anytime now, do you guys wanna watch from the wings or the audience?"

"I vote audience," Win exclaimed.

Her Nathan shrugged. "I'm with her."

"Yeah, I s'pose with no crazy fans in sight..." Lyddie's Nathan shrugged.

"Nice, I gotta go to makeup and get ready, do you guys know how to get there?" Lydia looked up at them as she laced up her boots.

"Yeah, I'll take them," her Nathan said, placing a kiss to her lips before getting up.

"Break a leg, babe!" Win called as they filed out of her dressing room, Lyddie's Nathan guiding them out to the audience.

"So, do you know anythin' about this musical?" Win asked Lyddie's Nathan as she sat between them.

"Oh yeah, it was the first show we ever watched on Broadway, I ran t'get tickets 'cause she was gettin' suspicious with all the proposal plannin', so I had to distract her... it's pretty cool, everyone liked it," Lyddie's Nathan smiled remembering that night.

"Aww that's so sweet," Win whispered, sitting back in her seat as the lights dimmed. "And you don't think you can be romantic," she scoffed. For a moment she looked down at her hand wistfully in her lap before hastily slipping it under her leg.

"Come on feel the noise! Girls rock your boys, we'll get wild wild wild!" Lydia jumped into the stage singing, her cotton candy hair was now a Joan Jett mullet and her British accent was nowhere to be seen. "We're going back to a sexier time, the Reagan era!" she shouted as if the theatre was packed. A girl in a quite revealing outfit came in licking a popsicle and Lydia pulled her closer with one hand on her ass. "See what I mean?"

"Whoa," Win's Nathan exclaimed, sitting up straighter. "Damn Lollipop."

Win frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, chewing her lip.

Lyddie's Nathan looked over at Win, he knew the feeling, but he was happy that at least she didn't have to take her clothes off like most of the female cast... The first act ran smoothly, Lydia was having fun, not scared to look silly as she delivered the most absurd lines. Every time she heard a laugh coming from the audience, that only made her want to do more, and be even more extra. "Stay there, everyone, cause act two is coming, and it totally kicks act one's ass," she whispered by the end of Here I Go Again.

"Well, that was... incredible," her Nathan gaped.

“Yeah, she’s amazing,” Win’s Nathan agreed. “I might start likin’ more musicals if Lyddie’s in ‘em.”

"What'd you think, Winnie?" Lyddie's Nathan nudged her arm gently, taking her hand.

“It’s great! Lyddie’s so amazing. I’m so proud of her,” Win said, leaning in closer.

Lyddie's Nathan didn't remember everything that happened during the second act, he was excited to see it again. In about fifteen minutes, the show was back on, everything was perfect, Nathan was having a great time, but when he heard the first notes of Can't Fight This Feeling, his stomach twisted.

"I can't fight this feeling any longer, and yet I'm still afraid to let it flow..." Lydia started the duet where her character and their best friend shared their feelings, ending in a passionate kiss.

“Oh...” Win murmured, glancing over at Lyddie’s Nathan. “I thought you said you’ve seen this one before? Did you know she was supposed to kiss someone?”

"I-I forgot..." he chuckled nervously, not wanting to show that he was bothered, after all it was her work. But the thought of her kissing that man every night, eight times a week was a little upsetting.

“Hey...” Win murmured, giving his hand a squeeze. “Does that bother you too? I mean... a little bit?” she asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, kinda..." Lyddie's Nathan admitted. "It's just a little weird, y'know?"

“Yeah...” Win mused, chewing her lip again. “I know realistically it doesn’t mean anything, but...”

"Yeah, it's just..." he shook his head and tried to push that thought away. The rest of the show was great, the final number (which was Lyddie's audition song, Don't Stop Believin') was beautiful, and as soon as it ended, she jumped from the stage and ran to meet the others.

"So how was it?" she asked, still with an American accent.

“It was great! You were great!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, scooping her into his arms to spin her around.

"Thank you!" Lydia slowly went back to her normal way of speaking. "It felt so great! I can't believe I just did that!"

"It was unbelievable alright," her Nathan laughed. The performance was amazing, despite how he felt about the kiss. "Y'look good with a mullet."

"Shut up..." she punched him playfully.

“You make anything look good,” Win agreed.

"Stop that," Lydia turned red with all the praise, though she felt something was slightly off. "Say what, I'll change, get my director's notes and we can go eat something? I'm starving."

“Yeah, sounds good,” Win exclaimed, though she didn’t feel very hungry.

Lydia wasn't sure what was wrong, Win's Nathan seemed fine, but the others weren't, she started to worry, maybe she wasn't so great... She took the notes, wrote them down to work on it, changed back into her clothes, got her backpack and met the quad next to the exit.

"There's a McDonald's at Times Square," she suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good," her Nathan agreed with a nod.

The walk to the restaurant was pretty quiet, Lyddie’s passionate on stage kiss replaying through Win’s head til she felt like being sick, losing her appetite.

"Hey, I feel like there's something wrong... what happened?" Lydia asked as she ordered from one of the computers in the lobby.

“Uhhh...” Win hesitated, sharing a look with Lyddie’s Nathan. “Well...”

"We were caught off guard with the... um... the kiss," Lyddie's Nathan cleared his throat.

"You guys are jealous of me doing a stage kiss?" Lydia thought they were joking for a second.

“Kinda...” Win admitted sheepishly.

"You too?" she turned to Win's Nathan who was going through her backpack for water.

“Oh, uh, I mean, I don’t like thinkin’ about it, but it’s part of your job. It didn’t mean anythin’ right?” he asked.

"Yeah! It's just work, my scene partner is married, and he has a kid on the way... okay, on the way eight years from now, but still!" Lydia took the order and headed upstairs to get a table.

Win bit her lip as she followed them. Knowing the guy was married helped, but she still felt a little twist of jealousy. “Ohh, well that’s good. I mean, that he’s married,” she said awkwardly.

"You know, I thought the boys might be a little jealous, didn't expect it from you..." Lydia smiled at Win, it was kind of adorable. "But none of you have anything to worry about."

"I s'pose... I just don't like the idea," her Nathan sat down, covering his face with both hands.

“I’m sorry,” Win mumbled, “I can’t help it. I really did like everything else though!” she insisted. “I hope you’re not upset.”

"No, how can I be upset? It's really cute," Lydia kissed Win's cheek lovingly before taking her first bite. "I promise it doesn't mean anything, the guy is old enough to be my dad, and I love you all too much."

"I love you too," her Nathan stole one of her fries despite having his own.

“Love you seconded,” Win said, feeling better, before stealing one of Nathan’s fries in return.

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jimlingss · 5 years ago

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Sugar and Coffee [13]

Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14

➜ Words: 4.3k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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“I’m in love with you,” he asserts. “Gross.” Your answer is instinctive. But you’re not disgusted with him. Your features don’t twist. Your lips don’t become lopsided. Rather, the word is stated blankly. Impulsively. After all, you’ve conditioned yourself to respond like that — like anything in relation to romance is now awful. “Yeah.” Jungkook sighs, hair shagging over his forehead as he looks down. “I know. I’m pretty disgusted with myself too. But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still in love with you. Fucking head over heels and all that crap.” You’re rendered speechless, about to ask him if he’s fucking with you, if this is some kind of sick joke. But then suddenly, Jungkook sighs loudly, startling you. His rigid body deflates, the tension in his muscles leaves and he knocks his head back, taking a deep breath. “God, it feels so good to be honest. With myself and with you.” The sun is setting over the horizon, the warmth soaking into his skin and softening his edges. The pair of you face each other in the middle of the empty sidewalk on an equally empty campus. There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to take cover. You wonder how long he’s felt this way for. You’re conflicted, unsure what to tell him. “Love’s a strong word, Jungkook.” “I’m aware.” “H-How are you even sure?” The dark-haired man looks you in the eye, his own becoming half-lidded. His breathing turns shallow, heavy in his chest and out his parted lips. “I’m sure.” You know Jungkook well enough to recognize his earnest sincerity. There isn’t a shred of doubt in his gaze nor his expression. He doesn’t waver once in his bold conviction. There’s only truth. “Well…...shit.” The words sink into you. The claws and pointed ends of each syllable nick into your flesh. In an instant, your impassiveness is torn from you — your placid state taken — your stoic face uncovered. “Fuck. Fuck!” You scream up into the sky, turning around, hands in your hair. What he’s saying registers and you hate it. You hate that love has to mess up every single relationship that you have. Goddamn. You can’t keep that disease away from affecting the people you care about most. Jungkook watches you have the small meltdown with widened eyes, not sure what to do or say. But then you whirl around after a moment, determination set in your features. All of a sudden, you grab his hand, patting it with your other firmly as if you were a doctor coaxing and comforting a patient. “We can overcome this together.” “What?” “It’s okay. This happens. If you’re friends with someone from the gender you’re attracted to, it’s natural you end up having a crush on them. It’s expected actually, considering we spend so much time together and interact so much. People encounter this issue all the time, but we can overcome it, Jungkook. Together.” You put your hand on his shoulder, eyes sympathetic. “I’ll help you get over me.” Jungkook can feel his left eye twitching. Of all responses, he did not expect this one. You’re acting like his therapist and that he’s got some kind of illness. You even end up thanking him for telling you the truth. Jungkook might actually need to see a therapist after talking to you.

Infatuation only lasts so long. Personally, in your humble opinion, you aren’t hot shit anyway. You’re not that great. Jungkook will get over himself when he sees you for how you really are. If anyone’s ever liked you, they won’t for long — you have evidence of that. “Hey, buddy!” You give finger guns as a greeting, making sure to not get too close to him. “You don’t need to patronize me.” Your voice releases stiff laughter. “Alright, bro.” You put your fist out for a fist bump, but Jungkook completely ignores you. He walks right past you with his hands in the pockets of his open coat. “Are you coming or are you going to stand there like an idiot?” he asks, briefly glancing over his shoulder. You scoff. Ever since the whole traumatizing confession, nothing’s changed. But at the same time everything has. Jungkook doesn’t act any differently — he still glares at you, calls you stupid and a witch. But you also begin to notice how affectionate his physical gestures are, when he taps your arm, when takes your shoulder to guide you away from a crowd, when he pats your head. And your efforts of keeping things as platonic as possible inadvertently makes everything awkward. It’s even worse now that you’re literally spending so much time with Jungkook. Exclusively. It’s just him, and for the months to come, it will only be him. You’ve already decided within the first minute that you won’t ignore him or distance yourself. You can’t. Not with the upcoming internship, and not when you’ve had that happen to you. You won’t do such a cruel thing to someone else. Jungkook will always be your friend no matter what and you’ll make sure of that. You catch up with him. “You know, I haven’t showered in days. This is like three-day old hair. Greasy, right? I just get so lazy showering.” “Right.” He ignores you. It goes silent and you noisily clear your throat. “Man, I had the worst shit today. It was explosive, dude.” “You really think toilet humour is going to make me stop liking you?” Jungkook stops in his tracks and you halt in a delayed manner. He shifts towards you, glaring. “What do you take me for?” You pout. “At least I’m trying.” “Try harder.” He pauses. “For the sake of both of us.” You’re befuddled over his answer and when he starts walking again, you quicken your pace to match his. “What? You don’t want to like me?” “Not if you don’t want me to. I just wonder what’s more difficult,” he hums thoughtfully, “You trying to get me to stop liking you or me trying to make you like me.” “I already like you,” you mumble. “See?” Jungkook points out abruptly as the corner of his mouth quirks into a subtle smile. “That’s not going to help with my situation.” “Sorry.” Your cheeks puff in your pout. “Neither is that,” He says and when you quirk your head to the side, brows furrowing, he grins boyishly. “Stop worrying about it before you give yourself wrinkles. Save your energy for the internship. I’m the least of your concerns.” He’s wrong. Jeon Jungkook is the biggest thing on your mind lately.

Kim’s Wedding Cake Company sits in the middle of Imlings Avenue. It’s a bakery played in between two small boutiques. It has tan brick walls and the shop’s sign is slightly worn around the red letters, but still legible. The doorway is narrow and crowded by two large glass windows on either side that invites onlookers inside for a session of cake tasting. The bell chimes as Jungkook pushes the door open, keeping it wide until you’re able to step in. The cream walls and the floorboards create a cozy atmosphere like you’re home. But what sets it aside from an intimate abode is the paintings of wedding cakes on the walls and the rounded tables with chairs around them for customers to sit at. A counter is curved at the corner of the room, cutting off the main area from the back. The moment the bell stops ringing, a short woman comes frantically stumbling out from the doorway. “Welcome!” She grins and the wrinkles around her eyes crease. Her brunette hair is in a bun, strays falling to frame her face. The woman is maybe around her early forties. “Congratulations on your engagement!” She grabs her binder and starts flipping. “Do you have an appointment?” “Oh no! He and I…” You point at Jungkook and then back at yourself, flustered. “We’re not like that.” Jungkook is holding back laughter, watching you flounder about. You’ve suddenly become so anxious at the idea that the pair of you are engaged. He turns away to look at the woman. “What she means is that we’re your interns.” “Oh, thank god.” The woman sighs, stepping back. “For a second here, I thought I had completely forgotten about an appointment.” She turns on her feet, placing her hands on her hips and shouts, “Namjoon! Honey! We were supposed to get our interns today?!” From the other room, a man’s voice screams back. “What?!” She goes closer to the doorway, shrieking, “Our interns! Were they supposed to come today?!” “No! They’re coming in a week from now!” “Then why are they standing right here?!” “What?!” “Why are they standing here?!” You exchange a look with Jungkook, not sure what’s going on. At the same time, a stocky, tall man in the traditional chef's uniform emerges — white double-breasted jacket, black pants and an apron. “I heard you, I heard you.” “Did you mark it wrong in the calendar again?” “I swear I didn’t—” The older man’s eyes widen as they catch the two of you standing there awkwardly. You lift your hand in salutation and he laughs. “Well, what do you know! Here they are, today! Welcome to our home!” Namjoon opens the wooden separator, comes out and wipes his hands on his apron haphazardly to shake both of your hands. His wife sighs and follows closely to greet you. “You must be Y/N and Jungsook?” “Jungkook,” he corrects in dismay while you try to hide your giggles. “Right, right. My bad. My name is Namjoon and my wife here is Sejeong.” Sejeong smiles. “I’m glad you’re both on board. Do you have any experience doing wedding cakes?” “No, we haven’t.” “It’s alright,” she reassures, “We’ll teach you along the way.” “We need all the help we can get.” Namjoon sighs. “Ever since Soohyun went on maternity leave, we’ve been swamped up to our chins. Doesn’t help that it’s wedding season.” “Auntie.” A four foot eight girl comes out from the back, her long black hair tied into a ponytail at the crown of her head, and coral apron tied around her body. “The chocolate’s melted—” The girl freezes on her spot, big eyes pinpointing onto Jungkook. You glance at him, and he looks at you with a small shrug. “Has it?” Sejeong smiles and brushes past her. “I’ll go check.” The younger girl doesn’t move and Namjoon smiles. “Oh, this is my eighteen year old niece, Yuna. She’s working here part-time to help out, mostly on the weekends when she’s not at school.” “Nice to meet you.” She timidly approaches Jungkook, clearing her throat and batting her lashes at him. Jungkook blankly shakes her hand. “Hi.” You extend your own hand and it’s only then that she seems to notice you and reluctantly shakes it. “I’m Y/N and this is Jungkook.” “Jungkook,” she murmurs after you. “So you’re going to work here till August?” “Yes, they will.” Namjoon laughs heartily. “You should go help your aunt look at the chocolate, Yuna. You can only learn if you know what you did wrong or right.” “Fine.” She exhales and drags her feet away, throwing a fleeting look to Jungkook over her shoulder. Namjoon re-directs his attention to the two of you with a softened smile. “Let me show you around!” The back area is a short hall that splits into three. The door to the left is a room with a table and chairs, posters of wedding cakes on the walls and happily married couples on their wedding day. “This is our only private room we have. It’s just in case a couple has a large party with them or would like some privacy when we have our consultation.” You peek your head into the room across from it. “That is our staff room and our bathroom and where our offices are. You can always eat your lunch or take a break here.” Namjoon leads you the other way and it’s to the place you know best — silver countertops, stoves, ovens, and sinks galore. “And this is our kitchen. We have a fridge here where we keep our cakes, a small fridge, our pantry. You’ll get yourself familiar pretty soon, don’t worry.” You return from the tour back to the main area, asking questions along the way which Namjoon is happy to answer. The pair of you also offer more insight into what you know and he’s pleasantly surprised that his two interns are more experienced than expected. “It can get pretty hectic around here during the wedding season. Some days we just have appointments and cake tasting all day. Other times, we’re rushing to make a wedding cake for the following day or we might be at the wedding venue getting it all set up. We usually open up shop around eight in the morning and you guys are let off at four.” “Don’t worry, if we have to stay late to catch up on work or finish a cake up, you’ll get paid handsomely.” Namjoon grins. “We work five days a week. Sometimes you’ll have to come in on the Saturday if we have a wedding on Sunday, but it’s not often. Any questions? Comments?” “Um…” You exchange expressions with Jungkook. “No, not really. I think we got it.” Suddenly the older man bursts out laughing, startling you both. “You two don’t have to be so anxious! I was a student once too. Don’t they say wedding cake internships are one of the hardest ones you can take?” “Uh.” Jungkook gingerly smiles. “We’ve heard of that.” “Yep.” The older man bobs his head. “That’s what I thought. But don’t worry, it’ll be a lot of work, but it’ll be fun. Just don’t get on my wife’s bad side and you’ll be fine and dandy.” “Are you talking badly about me?” Sejeong comes from the back, glaring at her husband. “Oh, there she comes.” In spite of his playful warnings, Namjoon laughs, dimples marked on each side of his cheek. He leans over to plop a kiss at the top of her head and waltzes into the back, leaving her sighing. “That man. Hopeless, I swear. Anyhow...I hope you both are ready!” Sejeong claps her hands together. “No time like the present to start learning and diving into it! We have a couple arriving in an hour for a consultation and I want you guys to lead. Should be easy enough!” The two of you nod, preparing yourselves. // Both Namjoon and Sejeong give you a few moments to yourselves to breathe and not be overwhelmed. But you’re kind of excited. It’s a bit surreal that one moment you’re sitting in a lecture hall learning about theory and the next, you’re in the real world, about to apply all the knowledge you’ve gathered. For a while now, you’ve missed working and being more hands-on. You glance down to your coral apron they gave you. Jungkook is in the same one and while he grumbled about not wearing much pink before, he looks cute in it. You wanted to take a picture but he didn’t let you. Self-conscious Jungkook is one you’ve seldom seen and admittedly, endearing. “They seem really nice.” And in love. It’s pleasant to see. Even with how disgusting romance is. It just isn’t often that you can look at a couple and not think about their inevitable doom. “Yeah, they are. Thankfully. God knows how many strict head chefs are out there.” You wonder what it’s like to own a business with your husband and work together all the time — though you don’t voice your question aloud. You have an inkling Jungkook would flirtatiously answer ‘that could be us’ and you don’t need to be distracted by him right now. His presence is a distraction enough. “How about Yuna though?” You elbow him lightly in the ribs, giving a nudge while wiggling your brows. “I think she likes you.” Jungkook’s expression blanches. “She’s still in high school.” “I’m just kidding—” “And some other girl showing up is not going to stop me from liking you any less than I do,” Jungkook says nonchalantly, stating it like it’s a fact. He’s unaware of how your face heats. You quickly take a drink of water in an attempt to cool down. Goddammit — he’s being a distraction already without you having to set him up. “You still owe me that favour.” You clear your throat, changing the subject. “Remember? When you challenged me saying you could pipe better than I can temper chocolate.” “I thought we called it even.” Jungkook grins, cutely with the mole dotted underneath his mouth. “Nu-uh. That’s not fair and you know it.” You put your foot down. “We agreed the loser would have to cover for the winner when they go on break or make a mistake. And you lost, Jeon.” “Already planning on making mistakes?” You sulk. “No. I just want you to have my back.” “You already have that,” Jungkook says tenderly with a smile. “And a lot more.” Your mouth is filled with cotton. The corner of his mouth curls even more, relishing in your surprised expression. He doesn’t even bat a lash and merely looks away when the bell to the front entrance rings. “Welcome to Kim’s Wedding Catering Company.” You tear your eyes away from Jeon Jungkook’s profile. “Do you have an appointment?” “Yes, we do.” The woman smiles, dressed in a white beret and trench coat, her cheeks blushing. She’s accompanied by another woman in a leather jacket who’s holding her hand. “It should be under Lee.” “You must be Sungkyung and Victoria, congratulations on your engagement.” The both of them glance at each other, sharing giddy smiles. “Thank you.” “Right this way.” Jungkook leads them to one of the wooden tables, setting out a book as you grab the slices of cake on the plate from the back, all decorated and labeled. Sejeong who’s been watching at the counter gives an encouraging thumbs up. “So your wedding is being held during the beginning of September?” “Yes and we’re planning to cut the cake during the evening,” Sungkyung says as Jungkook jots it down on his sheet. “Will this be an outdoor or indoor wedding?” “We’re planning to have it outdoors in a garden.” “That’s nice.” Jungkook smiles. “Do you have any themes in your wedding? Any colour scheme?” “We have butterflies and we have green and purple as our colours.” “And how many guests do you have?” “About a hundred.” “Okay.” You come to the table with the long plate and two forks. Both of the women are excited, eyes lighting up as you place the cakes in front of them and take a seat beside Jungkook. “This one is vanilla cake with buttercream. It’s simple, but a classic. This one is coconut cake with coconut cream. Red velvet with cream cheese frosting, chocolate with ganache, lemon with custard filling and fondant, strawberry with salted caramel filling and fondant, and the last one here is carrot cake with butterscotch sauce filling and chocolate buttercream icing. Take your time.” “I really like this one,” Victoria whispers to her fiancée, fork points to carrot cake. “Or at least the icing part.” “I prefer this one.” Sungkyung indicates the strawberry cake and takes another bite. “We can always mix and match,” you tell them with a smile. “It’s possible to do strawberry cake with buttercream.” “Buttercream usually tastes better than fondant, but if it’s hot outside, it might melt.” Jungkook’s brows knit together and you look at him, humming for a second. “Well, we always put a layer of fondant over the buttercream so they also get that smooth look and we wouldn’t have to worry about melting.” The boy nods. “Yeah, that would work.” “That sounds really good.” The two women smile at each other. “How much would it cost?” “Ummm…” Jungkook flips through the binder, memory failing him. He finally finds the table of all the prices on the tenth page. “For us, it depends on what kind of cake you end up choosing and how many tiers it’ll be, but it should be around four hundred to five hundred. For a hundred people, I’d recommend…..uh…” “Three to four layers.” You finish his sentence and Jungkook looks at you gratefully. You leave the two of them to finish up the cakes and to discuss with one another. Sejeong who’s been waiting at the back has her compliments prepared. “Great job, you two. Couldn’t have done it better myself!” It’s stressful to remember the details, but luckily Sejeong is merciful and allows the two of you to shadow her as she goes out to explain the designs, possible flower arrangements on the cake and discuss how they want it to look. She also goes more into detail about prices, providing the women with a write-up of what it would look like. When the consultation is finished, there’s not a moment to breathe. You’re ushered into the kitchen where Namjoon is working on a wedding cake. “So I already baked these babies yesterday and let them cool down in the fridge. I’ve also made the buttercream just now. Today we crumb coat our cakes and colour fondant. Tomorrow, we’re going to cover the cakes with fondant, put dowels in and stack our tiers, and decorate, then it’s all ready for delivery! Easy, huh?” “Umm…” The older man laughs noisily from his chest. “I’m guessing you two know how to crumb coat cakes?” “Yes, we do.” “Great. Then this is all on you. Make sure not to mess up! It’s the bride and groom’s special day! People only have a wedding once...hopefully.” There’s not any pressure whatsoever. Namjoon leaves, coming in and out to help with his wife and niece cleaning the front and watching over your shoulder. But he has little to say to both you and Jungkook when he finds your techniques sufficient. The cakes are placed on a turntable, bench scrapers and offset icing spatulas in hand. You add a thin layer of frosting to trap cake crumbs and prevent them from popping up in your finished cake. And while you crumb coat two layers, Jungkook does one and goes to colour fondant. Namjoon teaches him, rolling the fondant into a ball and kneading until it’s soft and pliable. A small dot of pink is added and he kneads the colour until it’s blended. Once you’re done with the cakes, you help Jungkook with another ball of fondant, kneading until your arms are sore. Afterwards, the two of you assist Sejeong and Yuna, organizing the shelves of baking pans, various coloured ribbons, and bins of cookie and cake cutters. It’s tiresome, but you feel rejuvenated when they let you try some of the spare cake slices they offer. It’s delicious, melting on your palate and Namjoon jokingly quizzes both of you on what kind of icing works best with what cakes and what ingredients are in each of them. You’d like to say you won. They also teach you how to answer emails and phone calls, and both you and Jungkook arrange a few appointments for next week. The day is over before you’ve realized. “Good work, you two!” Sejeong praises. “You’re very fast learners.” “I heard you rank high at your school.” Namjoon smiles in spite of your modest protests. “I believe you know her as Miss. Kang. She speaks highly of you two and I’m not disappointed.” “Jungkook, I heard you wanted to be a Chocolatier?” Namjoon asks and the boy is like a deer in the headlights, doe eyes rounded. He nods slowly. “Yes, that’s my long-term goal.” “When we have a moment then, I’ll work on something with you,” he promises with another dimpled smile and Jungkook is visibly enthused. “Anyway, I hope nothing was too overwhelming. Get a good night’s rest and we’ll continue tomorrow!” They close up shop as the sun sets over the horizon and Yuna waves wildly, bidding Jungkook farewell. “Bye, Jungkook!” He makes a noise, a small ‘bye’ to her before the two of you turn away after waving to the married couple. You walk down the street together, towards the bus stop where it’ll guide you home. “That wasn’t bad.” “Yeah.” There’s a pause. Jungkook smiles at you. “It wasn’t.” Silence eventually falls in between the spaces. You can feel your eye bags deepening, your bones creaking with every movement. You’re exhausted from the long day, unable to utter a single word, but the quiet that settles is comfortable rather than awkward. Your feet are moving on their own against the pavement, the sounds of cars moving past shaping the white noise of the city. It’s a long way back home, but as you glance at Jungkook, walking alongside him with your footsteps synced together, you’re glad he’s here. The two of you have each other for support. You’re unknowing to how Jungkook shares the same sentiment. He takes a glimpse of you when you don’t notice, stealing glances like he’s stealing candy. The smile on his face softens. His own words echo back to him— “I just wonder what’s more difficult,” he had hummed thoughtfully, “You trying to get me to stop liking you or me trying to make you like me.” It occurs to Jungkook that he’s found his answer. He realizes he can’t ‘overcome’ his feelings. He can’t get over you like you think he can.

If you rejected him, his concern of making you uncomfortable would far outweigh these simmering emotions inside of him, but you didn’t. The fact of the matter is that Jungkook knows your aversion is towards love, not him. And with such uncertainty and possibilities, it’s impossible to get over you.

It won’t work. Not when you’re you.

So Jungkook chooses the other path — the other approach. He makes the decision right then and there. Instead of idly standing by and allowing you to sprout nonsense and drive him even more crazy, he’s going to act. He’s going to actually do something about his feelings— Jeon Jungkook is going to court you.

#bts fanfic #bts scenarios #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook scenario #sugar and coffee #btsboulangerie #jungkook reader insert #JUNGKOOK AS DUMB #AND OC AS DUMBER #IS JUNGOO BRAVE OR STUPID #does it even matter?? cause he's about to evolve Y'ALL #LEVELING UP

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tomdiddlyumptious · 4 years ago

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Can u do a Tom Holland x model (tall) reader where she’s friends with law roach and zendaya and z and law roach introduces Tom and Toms friends to reader at a after party and they become friends and it’s fashion week and reader invites them and reader does multiple runways and photo shoots and Tom really likes her 🥰maybe fluff and smut

IT WAS TO FLUFFY TO ADD SMUT BABE- THANKS FOR THE ASK! REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED I HAVE TO FINISH THE ONES ALREADY ASKED!

Summary: ah, nothing like a nice life

Warnings: boob grabbing, dancing, sitting on laps and fluff! No smut!

A/n: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK TO LONG- NOT PROOF READ!

T.H| I’m OuTsIdE iN a AmG

You sat down on your phone, playing candy crush like the old person you are, it was an after party and you came with zendaya and law roach, you’ve been friends for a little bit but it was nice, you both got closer then you both expected. You sat there pretty in a black tuxedo, shirtless with red bottoms on, hair in a shag, a pretty one though. You lifted your leg and placed ontop of the other, it was like any other after party, boring. Zendaya and law roach singing the lyrics while others jumped around them.

“Y/n!” Zendaya said, catching your attention, you shut off your phone and put it in the side of your pants, looking up at her. “Get up I wanna introduce you to someone” “zendaya-“ “later please” she took your hand and lifted you from your seat, you took the seat with you because bitches be wanna steal shit. “So y/n, this is my friend Tom- did you really take the seat with you?” “I sure did, hello Thomas” you looked at him, curly brown hair, a little bit of gel, he wore a charming smile, he was also short. “Hi” he laughed. “Thank you-“ a stranger said, trying to take the chair, “I think the fuck not!” You yelled over the music, tugging it back. “Back Yo ass up!” You say, fake charging at the person making them flinch. “You are so mean” law rolled laughed.

“It’s not my fault she crazy” you sat the chair down and sat in it. “Well anyways, this is Harrison” zendaya said, Harrison waving with a smile. “And Harry, toms brother” he also waved. “Hi Tom and erbodyelse” you waved right back at them. “She apologizes” law said. “What did I do?” You asked, law looking at you. “Hey it’s okay, she’s funny” he laughed, you gave a innocent smile. “Well let’s party right!” Zendaya said, making everyone but you smile....until of course ice cube had to come on ‘you know how we do it’ you had no other choice, you could rap every single word of it, of any 90s song. You weren’t the type to party but you better make the best of it, zendaya handed you a beer and you took it sipping it. “I’m not letting this chair go” you said, “I’ll take it” Tom said, you stood and he took it, walking to the bartista and asking him to keep it back there and not let anyone else grab it. Once the achol got in your system there was no going back, you did what you said you could, everyone was suprised you didn’t even break a sweat, would you remember this? Of course you would! You aren’t that drunk dumbieee.

You’re the life of the party when your not so stuck up and stubborn, but it’s just your personality, you got your chair back and Tom was about tired as hell, he ended up sitting on your lap and having his back on the arm rest, having a normal conversation, you both have a lot of shared likings, basically the same person but not, your feelings are always mixed but Tom is nice to even it out.

“You think this is weird?” Tom asked, “Nah it’s good, look at her” you pointed at the girl who keeps whipping her head around to the song, leaving Thomas laughing as you silently giggled. “So your a model?” He asked and you nodded, sharing a hamburger you got from somewhere, it didn’t matter. You handed it to him and he took a bite “so like Victoria secret?” “Yeah and Rihanna, ya know fenty?” “Of course I watched it like a million times!” “Who was your favorite?” You asked him, “I mean Laura was pretty sexy” he shrugged and you laughed, “yeah she was” “but she wasn’t the best” “who was then?” “You, you danced in that tight underwear, it had to be uncomfterble” “no Rihanna makes sure it’s comfterble” “well I know you would kill it in some butterfly lingerie” he shrugged, handing the burger back to you. “Why thank you, seems like you like me showing skin huh?” “Hey I might not be sober, but I’m sober enough to not tell you my secrets” “dang it!” You laughed taking a bite out of the burger.

“I should come to your runways” he looks at you, his eyes slightly squinted. “That was just what I was thinking!” You took a bite as he laughed with his cheeks filled, you chewed away as you both just looked at each other. “So favorite movie?” “I can’t go one night without watching Spider-Man-“ “really? Thank you” he cheered, you only laughed, “you didn’t let me finish, Spider-Man into the spider verse” “that movie sucks!” “Noooo it’s miles morales! He’s fucking better then youu” “we can fight if you wanna fight” “then you wouldn’t be able to come to my shows” “ah fine”

As the time passed you both only made jokes, watching everyone else dance and point out the ones who don’t know how to. It was fun, he gave you his number and you gave yours to him, chatting and no more drinking, just eating.

“Naw I saw you both!” Law yelled as zendaya hyped it up. “Doing what! We were only talking-“ “and eating!” Zendaya added on. “That’s romance!” “Well I don’t think so, so hmph” you shrugged. “Whatever bye y/n” law exited the call and zendaya did to, it was time for your photo shoot for the week and Tom was expected to come, he didn’t come yet so you had time to get dressed.

You went shirtless with a pair of high waisted cargo pants and combat boots, your hair wet and your long nails black, there wasn’t really any makeup on your face other then a whole lot of highlighter, when you went out you found Tom. He had two water bottles in his hand, his hair wet with a black shirt and normal navy blue jeans with some black air forces, he looked around for you until he found you, giving you a smile as you holded your boobs with one hand to wave at him. He made his way over to you “hey!” He cheered. “Hey Thomas, how are you?” You asked and he shrugged, “I’m pretty full so I’m happy” “you ate without me?” “How was I supposed to know? What do you want” “loyalty” he smacked his lips at you “I got you water atleast!” “I can’t drink that right know, my stomach has to look good” you both looked at it, you basically were glowing.

“Water can’t kill you” “yes it can, that’s my que, let’s go!” You took photos in this large house, with a huge mountain next to it. Tom thought you looked beautiful with your hair out, he was to respectful to look somewhere he wasn’t supposed to. You sat next to the pool with a chair, sitting in it backwards you arched your back, Tom having a seat in the background just watching how you move and how the sun reacts to your skin, lucky you put on some sunscreen so you didn’t have to get sunburns. He sipped his water and smiled to himself, Tyler the creator played in the background and as you took your time you danced some, you were a cute dancer...you couldn’t dance but you looked nice moving!

“Tom I need your hands!” You yelled, Tom instantly came over asking you what’s wrong. “I need you to fix my hair really quick” “you and I both know I can’t do that” “then please hold these” you smile at him. “What’s?” He asked, knowing what you were saying but not so sure. “Hold my boobs dude” you took his hand with your free one. “Alright alright!” He says, coming behind you to hold your boobs. “Thank you Thomas” as you were about to grab your phone your hair stylist came up to fix your hair. “You can’t do it either” she said. You smacked your lips as Tom laughed at you, still holding your boobs with both of his hands, which they perfectly fit too.

“Alright Thomas you have to be in this photo shoot” the photographer said. “What why!” He asked, completely not ready. “It’s just a great pose” he smiled. “I don’t know if she’s okay with that!” Tom said looking at you. “I don’t mind” you shrugged, looking back at him. “Alright then I’m pretty sure we have some cargos for you!” “Right here actually!” Why do they have some men’s cargos, you like men’s clothes sometimes, your more thicker then Thomas though so that’s really confusing. You silently gasped “law!” You said to yourself. “Let me go change yeah” he said, you put your hands ontop of his, he removed his and ran to go get changed, when he came back he was dressed just like you, highlighter on his abs, everything.

“You look good” you complement. “Not as stunning as you darling” he said, ice cube now playing “alright let’s go to the mountains”

You all made your way up there, on the tip of the mountain, if you were to fall you’d die, you afraid of heights but Tom held your hand to reassure your safe, you and Tom stepped on the end, one of his arms came around your breasts, perking them up and the other came around your waist, you leaned on your left knee, tilted your head to lean on toms, the sun glistening your skin as you closed your eyes amd lips slightly open and your hand held his cheek as his lips were softly touching your neck. “Alright, perfect” they recorded you both, then when they look back there gonna make it pictures, they snapped another of you both hugging each other, his back muscles and the back of his head, showing his wet curls as you wrapped one around your finger, your lips so close to his ear, pelvis to pelvis and chest to chest, all very very good pictures.

You and Tom danced to the music, all oldies playing, Mary J Blige, Tony!, Tupac, Brandy, New edition, Micheal Jackson, snapping more pictures while you both weren’t paying attention. “Oh this totally gonna is gonna get in the book, this is gonna be all over the news” “oh tell me about it” the photographers laughed, but it was time to take the solo one, you covered your breasts as you were on the tip of the mountain, your face infront of the sun, you covered your face with your hand from a distance, revealing one of your eyes as they were light from the sun, you looked up at the camera and made eye contact with it, your lips again slightly open. “Perfect!”.

Snapped.

Tom put you on his story, smiling to himself as you came back down. “It’s hot!” You yelled, everyone laughing at what you said. “Guess who’s the new face of vogue!” Jim said, the photographer. “Me!” You jumped, dancing to yourself as everyone cheered you on as P. Y. T played, everyone clapping to the beat as you kept dancing, everyone singing and doing their own thing. Tom sung as he came up behind you, holding onto your waist as you moved you hips, some people recording for the YouTube video. It was like you were dating before you even knew it, it was nice, everyone could see the love you had for each other even if you both were oblivious of it.

“Did a wonderful job darling” he said, both in the same dressing room. “You didn’t do to bad yourself” you smiled at him, putting on your bra and your oversized shirt, taking off your pants and boots next as he followed along to put on the clothes he had on first. “Your the new icon y/n” he smiled at you. “Don’t say that, we both know zendayas the queen” “but you can be the king” he winked at you, you only smiled and shook your head. “So you guys, can we post these videos!” Jim said, you both looked at each other then the door. “Yeah!” Both of you said, I mean it was platonic right? Totally.

For the rest of the week you did the runways, the photo shoots, you of course were the new face of vogue, Victoria secret, Rihanna wanted you to come back, rumors of you and Tom dating which was okay you guessed, it was all just so going good for you, but Thomas not so much. “I think I really fucking like her” Thomas said, sitting in one of the front seats for your runway. “Then ask her out div!” “Harrison shut up!” “I’m just pointing out the obvious” he shrugged. “Well then don’t” he whisper yelled. “I can hear your whole conversation, Thomas” zendaya said smiling, “me too” law and zendaya high fives each other as Tom rolls his eyes, soon music starts playing and models come out, best for last so you weren’t out yet, Tom sat there bored wondering when you were coming out, crossing his arms over his chest as the time ticked, everyone was recording the models, professional cameras all over and recording.

And then your music played ‘Shes A Bad Mama Jama’ as you came out with your yellow layered large poofy dress, a deep v-line and black heels under, dangle earrings and your hair in butterfly braids, shinny lip gloss and long eyelashes, you walked down and danced a bit, everyone clapping for you, just cheering for you, Tom was lucky to even know you, the way your skin shined and you were so photogenic, you were just a goddess really, a mic in your hand as you finished coming down, you said a single ‘hey y’all!’ And everyone cheered for you, clapping.

“As you know I’ve done a lot in this week, including this” you held up your hands at the whole entire place. “But I couldn’t have done it without a few people” people clapped for you. “That includes, law roach” claps. “Zendaya” some ‘woos!’ “And Tom holland” he was shocked but everyone still cheered for him, smiling and waving at everyone who cheered him on. “I honestly feel so honored, I love every single one of you in this room, you’ve been with me ever since I didn’t get a chance, but that’s the thing” you pointed at the camera “if nothing works out, be your own boss. No one can reject you if your doing your own thing, that’s what I did” you shrugged, everyone clapping for you more. “So we have this set up right?” “It’s all in the trunk Thomas” “well are you gonna help me?” He whispered to zendaya which she laughed at “you have guns for a reason” she squeezed his arms. “Shut up” he silently giggled as he still payed attention to you.

You then walked out, everyone still cheering loudly as you waved them goodbye. You made your way to backstage, finding the models, including cara, Naomi, Gigi, Bella, Kaia, and Lupita. You walked over to the table and grabbed the champagne and grabbed it, law, zendaya, Tom, and Harrison all coming backstage and grabbing their glasses. “Ready?!” You ask and they all cheer, all around you, you popped the bottle successfully, you poured poured everyone some, including yourself. “Alright what are we cheering for?” You ask everyone, “your success!” Gigi says, making you blush. “Stop it, our success, we did it all together” you say making everyone ‘aw’. “To our success!” You yelled, everyone said it after you, raising their glasses and clanking it with some people before taking a sip, Tom came over and kissed your temple, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Congrats babe, you deserve it” he whispered in your ear. “What’s with the pet name” you laughed. “Come to the car with me yeah?” He asked, you nodded at him and the small group followed behind you, making your way to the car he opened the trunk, revealing balloons falling out and flying in the air.

but also a collage of you both, at the club with him sitting on your lap sharing the hamburger, laughing with each other to at the photo shoot, you both dancing with each other, the actual photos you used for the magazine too, then you both hanging out getting coffee and hugging each other in public, then both of you in these dark gothic wigs, with electric guitars, back to back as you put on this weird scrunched face, to hard to explain. You smiled as you picked up the collage “I love it” you said. “I love you” he said back, you looked back at him and he smiled. “I liked you the first moment I met you, your funny, sweet, stubborn, cute, your scattered everywhere-“ “I am not!” You cut him off. “Oh you are” zendaya said, the small group recording letting out small laughs. “You just proved my point y/n, but I love how I can even you out, I like the way you look at me, I want it to last everyday, every night, I just wanna be with you.... so in that case would you be my girlfriend?” He asked, you smiled so wide as you out the collage down in the car, you walked up to him and made eye contact with him as he stood there, looking up at you, you kissed him, smiling into the kiss and kissing him repeatedly “alright get it over with” law intruded, “yeah yes I will” you nodd and he smiled, kissing you again. Zendaya smiles “AGHHHHHH” she screams in excitement. For some reason ‘ivy’ by Frank ocean played and you both just made eye contact with each other.

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horansqueen · 4 years ago

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Stuck With You - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: I Think I Love You

🡪chapter 1 🡪chapter 2 🡪chapter 3 🡪chapter 4 🡪chapter 5 🡪chapter 6 🡪chapter 7 🡪chapter 8 🡪chapter 9 🡪chapter 10 🡪chapter 11 🡪chapter 12 🡪chapter 13 🡪chapter 14 🡪chapter 15

College Enemies To Lovers AU

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This morning I woke up with this feeling I didn't know how to deal with and so I just decided to myself I'd hide it to myself and never talk about it And did not go and shout it when you walked into the room I think I love you (I think I love you)

I think I love you so what am I so afraid of I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for

I think I love you isn't that what life is made of Though it worries me to say that I never felt this way

I don't know what I'm up against I don't know what it's all about I got so much to think about

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I woke up in a bed I didn't know and blinked a few times, trying to get my thoughts back into place. When we got there, Lewis was asleep with some random girl on the floor and he said we could sleep in his room. I was too tired to argue and I could read in Devon's eyes that she couldn't wait to lay down and sleep either, so I just decided to accept. The whole evening came back to my throbbing head and I groaned low with a frown. The goal was to get drunk and I could seriously tell it was achieved, but ending up with Devon in a bed after a claustrophobic crisis and an intense make out session was not what I had expected.

I rubbed my eyes and turned around to look at her. She was asleep and snoring, all cuddled up in the blanket and slowly, I sat up, holding myself with one of my hands on the mattress. I think we both fell asleep as soon as we lied down in bed and that was a good thing, or I had no idea what could have happened between us had we been sober. If I wanted to be honest with myself, though, the few times I had allowed myself to imagine having sex with Devon, we were sober and definitely not in one of my best mates' bed with a bunch of drunk people only a few meters away.

I looked down at her, her lips parted and her hair hiding half her face, and just blinked a few times. Of course, I wouldn't have sex with Devon. It was not in my plan. The first time I saw her, waiting in front of my room, I knew I was fucked. It was not love at first sight, and it was not lust either. It was just an undeniable connection that I couldn't explain and I hated it. Immediately, I knew I had to stay far from her because it was obvious that this girl was going to do something to me that I didn't want to live. I knew she was going to make me feel things I didn't want to feel. It was also very hard to explain. It had nothing to do with her body or her face. It was not that heart-jumping-palm-sweating kind of feeling. It was also not that I thought she was extremely pretty, or that I imagined shagging her all over that room we shared. No, it was something deeper than that, something unfathomable, something visceral. It was a soul thing that made no sense, something I had never experienced before. Immediately, I hated it, and I hated her.

If it was what soulmates were all about, I certainly was not interested. In fact, I was ready to spend my life alone anyway, devoid of any romantic feelings and as far as possible from any heartache, because I knew exactly what it felt like to be betrayed and heart-broken, and there was no way I was willing to go through it again. Nothing was worth that, not even the promise of eternal love, because nothing lasts forever.

Devon turned around in bed with a whimper, ending on her back, her cheek falling on the pillow and her face turned my way. I noticed she was wearing my shirt and I didn't even remember giving it to her. It was tight on her, way too tight, and my eyes traveled on her breasts before I shut them tight and raised my nose up. What the fuck was wrong with me?

The more I spent time around her, the more I was convincing myself that perhaps, it was just lust, and that as soon as I'd get her in my bed, it would leave. Okay, maybe she didn't look like the kind of girl I normally went for but it didn't matter. There was no one I wanted to touch more than her. She was different than the girls I usually go for, that much was true, but she was better, and I couldn't explain it, I couldn't explain why. The moment I realized that it was not just lust was that time I found her spying on me when I was writing a song. I had ran after her and had noticed blue paint on her cheek. After she left, I walked to the painting class and searched for that specific shade of blue on a canvas. The more I looked at her art, the more I realized that what she was saying in her paintings was what I was saying in my music, and that certainty was scarier than anything I had felt before. Her art was incredible and emotional. It was real and raw, and it seemed to pull something right from my guts. I felt pulled towards her art, the same way I was pulled towards her... like a magnet, like gravity, like something I had no control on. And I fucking hated it. I hated her even more. Who did she think she was to make me feel so deeply? How did she turn me into this weak and pathetic excuse of a man? I had worked on myself so much, I had made sure I would never fall in love with anyone ever again. But with only one look, one smile, one stupid painting... she made me feel so much I could fill a whole year of emotions.

I started writing more songs because these feelings had to come out one way or an other, and I knew I should thank her for that. I knew I should be grateful to her for helping me create some of the best music and lyrics I ever wrote, despite herself... but I couldn't. I was pissed at her. I was angry at her because anger was something I could somewhat control, and it was better than that stupid four letter verb I promised I'd never feel again.

I had tried to hurt her with my actions, with my words, and with my disinterest. I had ignored her for days and I knew what I was doing, I was very good at that game.

"I'm so sorry, Devie." I breathed out with a sigh as she turned again on her side.

I brought my hand slowly closer and moved a lock of her hair away from her face before shaking my head and closing my eyes. Why was I getting so weak suddenly? I had to make things clear with her, and it was urgent. I kissed her a few times in moments of weakness, and she had kissed me the night before to stop my claustrophobic crisis, but it was over, now, and it wouldn't happen again. I repeated it a few times in my head, trying to convince myself, and finally got up, searching through Lewis' stuff to find sweatpants and putting them on quickly.

I got out of the room slowly, making sure not to wake up anyone, and noticed all the people asleep on the couches and the floor. I even saw a couple in the tub when I went to pee and just shrugged. Most likely, these two were going to sleep for an other few hours and I didn't even bother pulling the curtain.

Walking back slowly to the kitchen, I yawned and passed my hand in my hair, scratching my head before making some coffee, in hope it would help with my headache. I tensed when two arms wrapped around my waist from behind, squeezing me tight for a few seconds.

"Hey, morning." Mandy whispered as one of her hands reached down to my pants.

I grabbed her wrist right after her fingers brushed on my cock and turned around to face her, noticing she was only wearing a t-shirt that didn't belong to her and panties.

"Mornin'." I replied, raising my eyebrows, not at all in the mood to have a chat.

"Where did you sleep? I missed you." she explained with puppy eyes, raising her bottom lip over her upper one and tilting her head. "I thought we were going to get high and fuck, last night?"

"You know smoking makes me feel like shit, Mandy."

"Mm, yes, but it makes your dick very very hard." she whispered with a smirk, reaching again for my pants.

I moved back a bit and grabbed her hand before she reached me, raising my eyebrows. "I prefer alcohol, and it doesn't stop me from getting hard."

"Say that to the last two times we tried to fuck." she pointed out, losing her smile and getting angry suddenly. "Maybe you should see a doctor."

"Weed doesn't make me hard, and alcohol doesn't stop me from getting hard." I explained low and with a frown. "My cock is doing very well, thank you. Have you thought that maybe you're the problem?"

I thought she was going to yell or slap me but after a few seconds, she just scoffed. "No, not a chance."

I rolled my eyes and when I looked up, I noticed Devon, standing behind Mandy, her arms around her chest. She looked shy or embarrassed and Mandy frowned and turned around as I kept starting at Devon.

"Nice shirt." Mandy let out a bit rudely, walking past Devon only to disappear in the hall.

Devon didn't answer and we just stared at each other for a few seconds. I knew she was thinking about what had happened in the elevator. I knew because I was thinking about it, too, and I could read it in her eyes.

"Good morning." I let out in a low tone, sending her a smile.

"Good morning.."

I turned around and poured some coffee in a cup before turning back to her and handing her the mug. She glanced at it and looked back in my eyes, taking a step closer to grab it from my hands.

"Thank you." she just said, licking her lips before taking a sip as I poured more coffee in an other mug for myself. "What.. were you two talking about?"

"Oh, Mandy was talking about how hard I get when I smoke." I just shrugged, taking a long sip of coffee and burning my tongue.

"That's... stupid. Pretty sure weed has the opposite effect."

"Weed's got no effect on my cock." I mentioned. "Alcohol doesn't either."

"I know."

Her answer made me look up in her eyes and I sent her an amused smile but decided not to answer. She smiled back but tried to avoid my eyes and I chuckled. We drank in silence for a few minutes but I couldn't stop my eyes from roaming on her.

"I was about to bring you that coffee cup in bed." I admitted, putting my now empty mug away. "What woke you up?"

She looked down and started nibbling on her bottom lip. I could even swear her cheeks turned a soft shade of red but I didn't mention it.

"I was... cold."

I had to remember that I was not supposed to befriend her, because I knew where it could lead. I couldn't keep on flirting with her either, or I'd definitely get in trouble. I had to go back to my old way of ignoring her, being rude to her, I was well aware of it, but when I looked at her again, something twisted in my stomach. I hated that I had to hurt her in order to stop myself from hurting. The whole process seemed heartless and that was not the kind of person I wanted to be.

"Let's go home, what do you say?"

She nodded, her lips curling slightly on the left, and I took a step closer, staring down at her. It was so hard to be mean to her, so hard to keep pushing back everything she was making me feel.

"I'm gonna need my shirt back." I whispered, tugging the bottom of the shirt she was wearing. "I'd like it back now, please."

This time, she chuckled and shook her head. "No, I think I'll do that in the bathroom."

"I wouldn't recommend." I pointed out when she took a step back. She frowned and I smiled more. "There's more witnesses in the bathroom than here, trust me."

She frowned more and her eyes got smaller. I could read curiosity on her face but after a while, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both hands and I held my breath. "Well, if you say so then, I guess I have no choice."

My eyes fell on her hands and I waited but after a few seconds, she started laughing again. "Just kidding."

I emptied my lung, feeling my lips curl slightly and shook my head. "Go in the room, I'll wait here." I leaned my butt against the counter and watched her as she tilted her head, staring at me.

My eyes fell on her lips and the way she licked them before biting on her bottom one did something to me. I wanted to hate her, I wanted to feel any sort of way for her except the way I was feeling. It would be so much easier if it was only lust and I knew it, but turning this feeling into something as basic as lust was impossible. The emotion invading me every time our eyes met was much more complex and I didn't know how to live with it or tone it down.

When she came back, I was still lost in my thoughts and blinked a few times as she handed me my shirt. I put it back on as her smell reached my nose, overwhelming me and making me slightly dizzy. It was a mix of her rose perfume and her own scent and I remembered smelling it that time I lied down next to her in her bed... the very first time I kissed her.

"Thanks for giving me your shirt to sleep, by the way." she pointed out, bringing my attention back to her. "I can't even remember how I ended up with it."

She chuckled and I took a step closer, my lips curling into a smirk. "I can't remember either."

Her face changed suddenly and when her lips parted, I thought about kissing her again. "Wait, we didn't.. did we?"

This time, I laughed and shook my head, amused by the look on her face. "No! We just slept!"

She let out a relieved sigh and closed her eyes. I let my eyes roam on her face again until she opened hers to look at me.

"Would it be that bad if we had?" I asked with a chuckle, trying to turn it into a joke. The truth was, I was genuinely curious of what she would answer me. I wouldn't have sex with her, perhaps because I was scared of where it would lead us, but I was wondering if she would give in if I tried.

"No it's just... I prefer to remember when I have sex with someone."

I nodded a few times, my lips curling to the left, and turned around to put our two empty mugs in the sink. "That's how I know we did nothing." When I turned back to her, she was frowning and I just smirked again. "If we had sex, Devie, there's no way I'd ever forget about it."

This time, she rolled her eyes, but I noticed that the way she smiled was more embarrassed than annoyed and I liked it. It was so wrong but I liked knowing I had an effect on her, whether it was on her mood or on her libido, and although I knew it was not healthy or fair, I wanted to get a reaction out of her all the time.

We left in silence and walked to my car without saying goodbye to anyone. I could feel her gaze on me the whole time I was driving and when I parked and turned around to look at her, her head was leaning on the bench, turned my way. I wanted to say something smart or funny but nothing came to mind and when her gaze moved down to my lips, I knew she was feeling the exactly same thing than me,

"I'm still tired." she admitted in a low tone

I stared at her, debating whether I should kiss her again or not, and after a while, I just sent her a smile. "Then let's get back to our room, that way you can snore for a few more hours."

"Do I snore that loud?"

I laughed with a nod. "Yes!"

She let out a groan and made a grimace as I laughed some more, and we walked side by side until I closed the door of our room behind us. She immediately searched through her stuff for more comfortable clothes and I just sat on my bed as she disappeared in the bathroom.

I closed my eyes, trying to remember the conversation I promised myself I'd have with her, but it was not an easy thing to do. I knew it would be bad to be rude to her and even though I was aware it was the best way to make her hate me, I was not sure I wanted to do it.

I heard the bathroom door again and opened my eyes as she walked past me to sit on her bed. We just stared at each other, facing each other, for a few minutes and it surprised me how much I preferred to see her with my clothes instead of hers. It was just hitting me at that moment. And then, I let out the very first thing that came to my mind.

"I'll talk to Lewis about it."

She frowned and her lips parted but she finally understood. "Oh." she whispered, looking down at her hands. "You want me to move out?"

It was not only in her eyes that I could see sadness. I could also feel it emanate from her and invading the room.

"I don't know why he said I'd be mad, it's cool with me." I shrugged as if my heart hadn't completely sunk in my stomach, ignoring her question. " Lewis is cool."

"I know." she breathed out, blinking a few times and clearing her throat. I could swear she was about to cry and I was not feeling really good either.

"That way, you won't walk on Mandy and I having sex again!" I let out a small laugh, shocked that I could fake it so well.

She looked up in my eyes and her lips parted. "You-You're gonna keep having sex with her?"

I shrugged and raised my eyebrows at her, feeling like a complete asshole. "Of course I will, why wouldn't I?"

She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, quickly wiping the side of her face on her shoulder before turning around and laying down in bed, her back facing me.

"You okay?" I asked, knowing very well that she was feeling like shit if only because I was feeling like that too.

"Yea, just a bit tired." she whispered, grabbing her blanket and pulling it over her body.

I looked at her for so long I forgot everything else. I remained motionless, the words I had just thrown at her playing over and over in my head. By saying them, I knew I would hurt her, and I felt like a shithead for doing it anyway, but the end justifies the means, right? Besides, it was better for both of us. If I was so convinced of this, though, why did my entire being wanted to join her under the covers, if only to hold her against me? Why did saying those things to her felt like the most wrong thing I had ever said in my life?

After a while, she started snoring and slowly, I got up, walking up to her bed to look down at her. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it gently over her shoulder before once again taking a lock of hair out of her face.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Devie."

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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Hey for the blurbs thing, i was wondering how roger and reader are getting on in the quiet in the library universe, how is he tormenting her (in the best way) these days 😁

sorry this is so late! today has been hectic and this got a little longer than I planned, a little over 3k. Thanks for the request though, this is another old series that I haven’t revisited in a little while so it was a lot of fun! Ya’ll know I love me some cocky dom 70s rog 😂

Warnings: smut, public sex, specifically library sex, getting caught, restraints/light bondage, gag, hair pulling, some talk of free use,

Blurb Advent: Day 22

About a week after Kathy had stumbled upon you and Roger after hours, you’d been rostered on for work at the same time. She’d clearly been waiting for such a moment to question you and took the opportunity to put you through the third degree while you were sitting at the main desk together. She was steadily making her way through a stack of returned books while you dealt with any customers who approached and tried to ignore her. It wasn’t easy to block out her constant questions of who was Roger? and how long have you been together? and do you always fool around when you’re on closing? and is he a good shag at least? and there weren’t enough people seeking your help to qualify as a proper distraction. Eventually you cracked and told her everything, kind of enjoying the way her eyebrows rose with each new piece of information.

“Well, we’re not like actually together. Just friends.”

“Friends, really?”

“Friends who hook up every now and then,”

“So, was that the only time you’ve done it here?”

“Not really. Theres been a couple others,”

“Where? Specifically, where?”

“In the shelves mostly. The first time I was sitting on the returns trolly. We almost got caught that time,” you laughed, “Second was on the floor by the 900s.”

“Y/N!”

You shushed her, “Keep it down,”

“Sorry I just never would have expected it from you. And that’s where we work!”

“He brings out the worst in me I think. Anyway, don’t expect to walk in on us again. He hasn’t even suggested we do it here since you caught us so I think he’s kind of over the whole sexy librarian thing or maybe he realised we could get in proper trouble. Last time we got together it was at his place.”

“Not quite the same as shagging in public,”

You shrugged, “His roommate came home halfway through which checks the same boxes.”

“Well good because I don’t think I want to walk in on anything else. I feel quite lucky you both still had your pants on,”

The day progressed as usual and Kathy dropped the topic for the most part. She did mention it once when she was tasked with putting the returned books back on the shelf, making a joke about hoping the trolly had been wiped down, but otherwise you found other things to chat about when you weren’t busy with library duties. Roger had offered to pick you up in the evening so you could go and watch the band and when it came time to leave he was already waiting for you. Kathy walked out with you and waved to Roger as she headed towards her own car.

“Who was that? Do I know her?”

“That’s Kathy. She was the one who owned the book you spanked me with, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed, “that was fun,”

“Mmm well, she put me through the third degree about it today. Asked all about you and how often it’s happened.”

Roger found it very amusing, much more than you did, and kept laughing about it all the way to the venue.

The next day you headed to work again and settled in for another normal day. Returns, shelving, loans, the usual. Kathy was in again though your boss had called in sick so neither of you felt like working too hard. It was in the early afternoon that Roger found you. You were switching some books on a display of new releases when he tapped you on the shoulder. Immediately you glanced around to see if Kathy had noticed him but she was caught up loaning books out to a doddering old man who came in at least once a week.

“What are you doing here?” you asked Roger, suspiciously.

“Well, I got thinking.”

“Oh god,”

“No, you’ll like this. So, I was thinking about Kathy asking you about me yesterday, and then that got me thinking about everything I’ve done to you here and that got me hard.”

“Rog,”

“And then I released there’s a part of the library that I’d really like to have you in that we haven’t used before. We’ve done the shelves, we’ve done the desk.”

“Rog, I’m not fucking in the children’s section. That’d get us arrested,”

“What? No, not what I meant. I mean I’m up for it but only after hours. You could sit on one of their mini chairs and suck me off again,”

You rolled your eyes, but he ignored you.

“No, I meant your staff area out the back,”

“What the lunch room? Rog, that barely counts as a room. It’s not that big and the whole room is taken up by a table with some tall stools. None of us even use it for eating because it’s not that comfortable. We mostly use it for our teacups and kettle. Oh and new books – storing them before we’ve put them on the shelves and adding the plastic dust jackets and all that.”

“I think it still counts,”

“Fine but that brings us to the fact that it is impossible to do anything in there during the day. The only door to it is right near the desk and there is no way you could get in there without being seen and chucked out of the building.”

Roger pouted, “C’mon Y/N,”

“There’s literally nothing I can do, it’s out of my hands. If you’re still hard tonight I can come over and help sort you out but the lunch room won’t work.”

“Oh alright, what time do you finish today?”

“7.30,”

“You on closing?”

“No, Kathy is,”

“And your boss?”

“She’s not in today, home sick. What’s with all the questions?”

“Nothing, it’s fine. Um, see you later then,”

“Yeah, see you.” You turned back to your display as Roger left, shaking your head.

So you were left to your quiet and laid back day though Roger kept intruding on your thoughts. You were sure he was up to something, that he had an idea of sneaking back into the library after Kathy left or something like that. Admittedly, the idea was a little exciting. Perhaps you could suggest it if he didn’t. You’d have the entire building to yourself then, could get away with using the sitting chairs and the floor in the main area, right in front of the windows. Whatever you wanted really. And there was almost no chance of being interrupted. The idea stuck in the back of your head, and you took to watching the clock, willing the time to move faster so you could leave and find Roger. You’d been right though, Roger was planning something and not quite the same something that you were.

It was already growing dark outside when you thought you saw him come in but before you could look properly you were asked to help a woman locate a book. You led her to the shelf and found the book before pointing her back to the desk where Kathy could loan it out for her. She was halfway across the room when the lights went out. A few people in the front of the library squealed and yelled in shock and you heard Kathy tell everyone not to panic but you were too distracted to pay much attention to them. A warm hand had clasped itself over your mouth.

“Don’t panic, it’s just me,” You nodded and felt Roger’s hand loose, “What the fuck?”

Roger shrugged, “All I did was turn the power off at the electrical panel, easy to get back on. And don’t try to tell me you haven’t been thinking about this all day because I know you have,”

“You’re unbelievable,”

��Save that for after we’re done. You gonna show me to the back room now or are we going to just do it here?”

“Okay, c’mon, this way.” Grabbing his hand you pulled him in the direction of the back room, using the shelves to guide you. As quietly as possible you opened the door labelled ‘Staff Only’ and slipped inside, Roger close behind. Outside, by the desk, you could hear Kathy calming people down, telling them it must be a power outage, but you stopped listening as Roger pulled you into a kiss and backed you against the table. A light from the store next door illuminated the room enough for you to see the outline of the table and the items on it. With just enough care to not send everything crashing to the floor, Roger cleared a space, intending to lift you onto it. You saw him glance down at one of the items he picked up and then look back at you, still fiddling with the item.

“I’ve always had trouble keeping you quiet, isn’t that true?”

“Not always,”

“Is that you arguing with me?”

“No,”

“No, what?”

“No, Sir,”

“Better. Now, like I was saying. You have trouble being quiet but I think I might have a solution,” there was a sticky peeling sound and you released what he’d found. Roger lifted the roll of tape and used his teeth to tear off a section, sticking it over your mouth. “Wouldn’t want anyone to find us in here, would we slut?”

You shook your head.

“Turn around,”

You shuffled around to face the desk and felt Roger’s hand on your shoulder, pushing you to bend over it. The next thing you felt was your arms being pulled behind you, the roll of tape being wrapped around your wrists to keep them in place. After half a dozen or so circuits, Roger bent forward to tear the tape from the roll again and place the roll back on the table.

You whined quietly into your gag as Roger kicked your feet further apart and then gripped you hair to pull you up. He began unbuttoning the top of your dress, slipping his hands into the opening to palm your breasts.

“I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?” he said softly, close to your ear, “Dirty girl. You like being my slut. Didn’t object to bringing me back here, didn’t object to being tied up, and you’re not going to object when I fuck you over this table.”

You nodded again, unable to talk, and dropped your head back onto his shoulder.

Roger didn’t let you enjoy it for long before he pushed you forward again, using your hair to turn your head to face the side. You had a view of the door from where you were positioned but you were too high up to see through the crack under the door so had no hope of keeping lookout for anyone approaching. Roger paid no attention to the door as he lifted your dress, folding it back so you were exposed to him. He ran his hands over your arse, making you shiver and press yourself back towards him, before hooking his fingers into the band of your underpants and dragging them down to your knees. Slowly, he trailed his fingers back up your thighs and then in towards your cunt. Roger laughed, softly, as he spread you open.

“I told you you were a dirty girl.”

You squirmed as he ran his fingers along your cunt, trying to get him to do more. When you attempted to say his name it caught on the tape and sounded nothing like it should.

“What’s that slut? I can’t hear you,”

You grunted in annoyance and twitched your fingers as if that was going to help.

“As fun as this is I don’t think I have time for a game of charades.” Rogers fingers danced back down your slit and pressed into you, “Someone’s going to work out to check the box soon and then the lights will be back and everyone will wonder where you disappeared too. So I better hurry up and check your box, shouldn’t I?” He chuckled at his own joke.

You keened into your gag as he fingered you, partly because it felt good and partly out of worry that you’d be caught out again, though that definitely turned you on too.

Roger kept working his fingers in and out of you as he undid his trousers though he had to stop to get them down. He didn’t leave you empty for long though, his own observation about needing to speed things up seemingly spurring him on. Once his cock was free he stepped in close, the hand that was slick with your arousal pumping along it’s length.

“Gonna fuck you now, slut. I know you’re gagged but it’s only tape so don’t scream too loud.”

With one hand on your hip he guided himself into you, bottoming out and leaning over you.

You whimpered as he paused to grind his hips into you, his other hand coming up to your hair.

“Good girl. Gonna keep being my good little whore and take me so well,” he pressed down on the side of your head to keep you in place as he pulled his hips back and snapped then into you, finding a fast rhythm that made you whine. All you could do was grasp at thin air and try to keep quiet as he pinned you down. He made things all the more frustrating by leaning over you to breathe against your ear or mouth at your neck.

Suddenly the lights came back on. Outside you heard Kathy call you your name.

Roger stuttered out of rhythm for a moment with the shock of the sudden light but soon fell back into it, “Uh oh. Someone figured it out.”

You whined into the tape over your mouth.

Roger pulled you your head up again, his hand wrapping around your throat, though you were still mostly bent over the table, “Should I stop?”

You thought for a moment, eyes darting to the door as Roger kept thrusting into you.

“Y/N?”

You shook your head and Roger laughed before pushing you back down, “Feels too good to stop doesn’t it.”

You knew it was a mistake as soon as the shadow under the door changed and a second later the knob turned. With a whine you tried to warn Roger but it was no use, the door was opening. He noticed when the hinges creaked and came to a halt though he was still balls deep inside you.

Kathy gave a small yell of surprise and covered her mouth.

“Hi, Kathy was it? Sorry, d’you think you could give us a few minutes?”

“Is she…?”

“She wanted this, it’s okay.”

You nodded as much as you could, feeling as hot in the face as Kathy’s cheeks looked.

“We won’t be long,” Roger said politely.

Kathy looked back at him though her eyes darted away again as she mumbled an apology and left, closing the door behind her.

Roger snorted and began to laugh as you groaned and squeezed your eyes shut as if that would undo things.

“D’you think she knew what was happening and was trying to sneak a peak?”

Again you tried to groan his name but his only reply was to snap his hips into you again, picking up where he’d left off.

“Impatient slut. If you want my cock so bad you can have it. And don’t think I didn’t feel you clench when she came it. You liked being caught.”

You whined in denial.

“You did. I felt it. Y’know, maybe if you’re lucky, she’ll tell someone and they’ll come to see if it’s true. We might end up with qu-ite a crowd. I wonder how many of the men out there would want a go. A, fuck, a cock crazed slut with a drip-ping cunt all spread out and ready to be used. I bet they’d all want to try you. God, keep squeezing like that and I’ll be finished in about ten seconds. I think you’re close too, right? The thought of being used and fill and fucked over and over. M-maybe I should edge you, get you all de-fuck-desperate, and let them in. You’d beg for them then.”

You were panting by now, your stomach tight with the release that was creeping up on you.

“Such a pathetic, fucking, whore. My whore. Mine to use. Mine to loan out. I’ll put a stamp on your arse, ju-st like one of your books. Let them each use you for a while. And then I’d have you again, bound and obedient and fucked out. You l-like the sound of that, don’t you? Yeah, gonna cum thinking about being p-passed around.”

You whined as the dam broke and your orgasm washed over you.

“Good girl,” Roger panted though he kept holding you down as he let himself go.

Without saying much more Roger pulled your underwear back into place and dropped your skirt down. You stayed slumped over the desk as he fixed his own clothes but then he helped you to stand, carefully peeling the tape from your face.

“There’re scissors over there,” you nodded at the table and Roger moved to grab them, turning you around so he could cut your hands free.

“Can’t believe they were there all along and I tore it with my teeth.”

“Hotter with the teeth.” You rolled your newly freed wrists and then turned back around and slapped his chest, “You shit.”

Roger laughed, “Sorry. I genuinely didn’t know she’d come in and I didn’t plan for her too. I mean it got you off so I don’t know what you’re complaining about.”

“You’re going to wash your hands over at the sink and then you are going to go and apologise to her and then tomorrow you are going to bring her a box of chocolates or something to make up for it.”

“Aright. I’ll apologise. You can’t complain if she wants a go of me though.”

“Roger!”

“Okay, I’m going. I will apologise profusely, and then I’ll wait in the car for you.”

“You cannot want another round,”

“I can and I wouldn’t say no but I actually just meant I’d give you a lift home.”

“Good. Okay”

“D’you want me to buy you chocolates too?”

“It’d be nice,”

“Okay,” he smiled and dragged his thumb over your cheek, “I might have gone a bit far tonight, didn’t I?”

“Maybe a little,”

“But it was good though, right? You had fun?”

“Yes, I did,” you conceded.

“And why was that?”

You rolled your eyes, “Because I’m a slut,”

“And,”

“Because you’re unbelievable,” you sighed.

“Good girl,” he laughed as he leaned forward to kiss you, “I really didn’t mean for us to be caught, I thought we’d have a bit longer. But hey, at least it wasn’t your boss.”

“Small mercies.”

#my writing #my blurbs #smut blurb #blurb advent 2020 #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #i gotta try and get the last few written tonight/tomorrow #so that i can have them ready to post lmao #Anonymous

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 4 years ago

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In honor of Rob's birthday, can you write a Rob character of your choice with reader or an OC of your choice celebrating his birthday? Fluffy and maybe some light smut? Go wild. ;)

Your Song

Words: 1760

Warnings: Fluff turned smut

A/N: Just inserting Honey and Leon into random awesome points in music history. Cribbed from a scene in "Rocketman," directed by Nathan's freakishly short dad (Dexter Fletcher)

Leon and Honey stumbled and giggled down a path in the woods behind a house in the Canyon. They stopped to kiss under a Laurel tree, laughing when Leon’s hair got tangled up in some branches. Sometimes he seemed to forget how tall he was.

It was unusually warm for early January, but after a show at the Troubadour a party at Mama Cass’s bungalow felt like a serendipitous idea. They held tight to one another’s hands a bit drunk on elderberry wine. Maybe a brownie or two, their first since coming back to the States.

The couple hadn't been alone in several years, not really. Not since Selina was born. They had left her behind in Manhattan with Honey’s parents with an invite from Johnny (who somehow found himself doing far better in LA than he ever did in London.) Away from the snow and slush and post-holiday angry New Yorkers. The Bartucci’s back in their comedy club that Honey bought back and reopened at the start of a new decade. They really could use a vacation. Who turns down Elton John?

Suddenly, today, Leon found himself thirty years old. The 70s weren't much different than the 60s. Rock music got better, the clothes stayed almost the same. Still the same causes for Honey to throw herself into, Leon by her side but with a toddler strapped to his back. Maybe he would never actually be on the moon, but Honey certainly brought it down to him in their little girl.

“We've gotta get back to the house,” Honey lifted Leon’s hand up and brushed her mouth against his knuckles. “I worked a little something out with Elton.” She started to tug him along.

Leon dug his heels into the dirt, and his girlfriend’s arm nearly came out of its socket. “Honnn eeeyyy,” that sexy whine. “You've gone and brought Mr Elton John into it? Oh I'm not big on my birthday, you know that.”

Honey planted her hands on her hips, “Not everyone in our generation is gonna get to turn thirty. There's a piano in the house, and he thinks it's far out. Now c'mon, don't be a spoil sport.” She mimicked Leon's accent.

“Only if he says it's alright. Know how I am ‘bout doing things that aren't my bag.” Still he followed her down to the house, hands in his pockets as Honey literally skipped ahead, bits of bark in her hair.

It all felt unearthly, being surrounded by musicians whose records they had back in The Village. Or how short they all were. Save for John Phillips, the only person who towered slightly over Leon that night. Everyone called him Kubrick in jest, but his cheeks flushed all the same. He perked up straight away when Cass tugged on his vest. The one Honey made. He wore it now over a long sleeved thermal shirt and tight jeans that boot-legged instead of belled.

“Say this is pretty groovy. This is almost flashy enough for Elton to wear.” Her hands ran over the fabric.

“Honey made it. Our first Christmas together back in ‘67. London. Where I'm from. Well no I'm from Greece but,” Leon stammered.

“Relax man. We don't bite! That's Michelle’s job. Your old lady said you've got a kid back East. Me too. Owen, she's around here somewhere.”

You could tell she was whacked out on something. Everyone here was except Leon and Honey. Not really tipsy anymore both down from the brownie earlier. Looking around, the party goers were at the various stages of undress and sex. It was like the couple got rid of Renatis and replaced him with Mama Cass. Except she was so much cooler, her vibe felt truer and at ease.

“Yeah Selina. She's four I think?”

Leon scratched his head before noticing Honey sitting on the piano bench with a guitar. Topless. Elton beside her, also topless but still in his jeans. What a strange fucking life he and Johnny got into after coming here in 1970.

“Like the moon! I get it, Kubrick! Honey said you really love her. Cherish it man, they'll be us soon enough,” she winked. Then Cass affectionately pat his cheek like a mother would.

Leon’s heart would break a year later when she died. Everyone’s heart would. Always touching his face anytime he heard her sing.

For now she was alive and sat down in a chair. Leon leaned against the doorframe as Honey and Elton started to play. Lost in his own world, everyone else in the bungalow faded away except her. He wrapped a finger up in a stray curl that fell from his ponytail, smiling in her direction.

It took him a moment to realize these two people were singing TO Leon and not everyone else. He was so caught up in the way Honey’s fingers moved expertly over the strings. Was this why she asked for lessons? How he always fell in love just by looking at her.

So excuse me forgetting

But these things I do

You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue

Anyway the thing is, what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

And you can tell everybody

This is the song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

Later in a loft, Honey and Leon naked on the floor. Leon's lips making their way down Honey’s chest where he stops to take a nipple in his mouth. Sucking hungrily before teasing it with his teeth. Biting somewhere between playful and rough. Alternating between each of her breasts before continuing down over her stomach. Tongue dipping into her navel.

Honey’s back arches into Leon and she moans softly. Her hand lost in his hair as sexual instinct makes her urge him further down. But her brain says through her mouth,

“Wait, it's your birthday. Let me give you head.” The words breathless.

Leon is already diving into her. His tongue snaking deep inside like his fingers often do before going for her clit. Flicking at it a few times, circling it quicker. His hands spread her thighs so he has better access as he works her faster. His head moving up and down the whole time.

Then: “If I wanna go down on you for MY birthday, the only way you're gonna stop me is by saying no.” Leon paused, large eyes gazing up at Honey. His mouth glistening. “Are you saying no, then?”

“Fuck no, I love when you do this. I just figured you wanted to lay back and let me suck you off.”

He smiled and went back to it. Burying his face into Honey further. Then switching from his quick pace, Leon ran his tongue agonizingly slow along her cunt. The entire length of one side, sucking on it, plunging it in to work around Honeys clit then up the other side. Repeating this a few times, tongue manipulating her clit longer and faster.

Honey felt that heat build in her sex. That throb and the contraction. She cried out with that sudden swell of wetness before she came. She was so close but her mouth opened:

“Leon stop!”

Leon sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “What? What's wrong? Too much, love?”

“No no it was the perfect amount of too much. I don't wanna cum before we fuck.”

“Now THAT'S a bleeding birthday present. Time for me to get a toss over?” Leon's eyes shone with excitement. “Can we shag where someone might catch us?”

He stood up and helped Honey to her feet. Walking her to the railing that exposed the loft to the living room below where everyone had played their music before. A couple was already going at it on the couch not very silently.

Leon put his hand on the thick wood and yanked a few times to check its strength. It was perfect.

Honey situated herself in front of him, back pressing into his chest. She lifted her foot up on the bottom part and jutted her hips back into her partner’s erection. She anchored herself with her arms spread along the length of railing where he had just tested it.

Leon covered only one of Honey’s hands, his arm parallel to hers. The other hand taking the head of his cock teasing her with it. Then clutching the thick of her hip, he buries himself up to the hilt inside of her.

In his excitement, Leon began pounding into Honey madly. His hips hitting her ass every time created a rhythmic slapping sound. No longer needing to brace himself on her waist, he covered Honey’s mouth instead as her mewls of pleasure began.

Honey cried out into Leon's hand. Her body twisting slightly to give him better access. They had rutted this way enough that she knew angling her cunt downwards allowed him to hit her G spot. Something it took them both several years to figure out. Now that they had..

Leon lost himself in slamming into Honey with a speed he hadn’t felt since he did cocaine. The sweat created a shean across his cheeks, neck and chest from the heat they were building. Gut told him it would start forming on her forehead and stomach. What little he was grasping also told him Honey’s tits and ribs were crashing into the railing.

“Steady on, love.” Whispering huskily in her ear. “Yeah. I love being inside you. Never gonna get fucking sick of it. Your twat drives me barking.”

Honey kept on and kept up. That cataclysm in her walls, they flexed around Leon's cock suddenly. She squealed loudly into his hand as she came so hard her stomach muscles cramped. Her body still took to being rammed.

But not long, spurred on by the constriction of Honey’s orgasm, Leon exploded inside of her. Releasing completely but biting down on her shoulder to prevent from yelling out into the stillness.

Honey winced, but her gasp came out closer to another cry of pleasure. Her body cumming again unexpectedly. Leon would use that against her happily in the future.

They untangled themselves and were kissing in the dark. Then from downstairs came a humming. It soon turned into singing. The voice belonged to a tiny Englishman with diamond studded glasses.

“How wonderful life is while you’re in the world."

Tag: @robertsheehanownsmyass @badsext @joz-stankovich @elliethesuperfruitlover @nightmonsters

#robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #request #neuroticpuppy #leon x honey

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 191

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Lance spent every moment he could before they left making sure the house was cleaned from top to bottom, then bottom to top. The nursery had gotten his blood flowing again, Pidge roped into playing delivery person for him as he fixed up his garden, mulched and pruned, then scolded himself over spending so much money. Then there was Pidge’s birthday party that they’d nearly missed as Lance had let the days of the week slip by. If it hadn’t been for Hunk, they would have been fined a hefty present tax, and had Pidge teasing them for the rest of their lives. The party was small, games and alcohol, Lance trying to do the catering, while Hunk tried to make sure he got in and did everything that needed to be done before Lance could do it. Moving felt better than sitting still. Keith letting him work until he was too tired, then would force feed him as he put him down for a nap... from which Lance would wake up and find himself cleaning again.

Deep cleaning the house felt good. Keith putting up with hanging the washing out, then bringing it in. Everything from the linen cupboard hit with vinegar washes to kill any mould particles that thought they had a right to make themselves at home. The only room to escape was Matt’s and Rieva’s, as they were entitled to their privacy, and Rieva was being fussy over how many hours he was spending on his feet. He’d been banned from cooking by her, and even having to get up to pee earned him a scowl over being on his feet. She’d smacked when he’d tried to mow the lawn, pretty much chasing him back inside and forcing him to leave his precious lawn half mowed. He was an old man robbed of his pleasure as far as he was concerned. Sure, he was plenty sleepy during the day, but once he’d been stung with cleaning bug, it left him feeling useful, and being outside meant he didn’t have to listen to Rieva scolding Keith for letting him do too much.

Honestly, when they’d left the house for their trip, the only thing he was sad about was leaving Blue and Kosmo behind. The pair seemed to think that his cleaning was for their benefit. They’d taken to playing in the middle of night, which spilled over into Blue less than ceremoniously waking them by jumping on Keith’s head as Kosmo barrelled up the bed to get to her. The pair thick as thieves and Blue not afraid to use her humans as a convenient escape. The drive was something like 6 hours, with Keith being on edge over how he’d react to being in the outside world again. His ego putting Lance’s ego on edge, leaving them having a spat just as they’d put their bags in the back of Lance’s bronco. Lance had faith that Keith could do this. Keith had anxiety gushing out of every pore by the bucket load. When Keith snapped at him, Lance had snapped back twice as hard.

This led to a very tense first hour of driving. No radio. No snacks. No talking. There were plenty of snacks packed. All the snacks and drinks within hands reach sat on the backseat. Hunk had baked cookies, and sent along a bag with them, that they were absolutely not allowed to open until they reached the hotel. Their planned six hours seemed so long, until they reached the first unplanned stop on their trip. Keith pulling in at a service station, Lance knowing instantly that his boyfriend had to know he needed to pee. Even when they fought, Lance knew Keith still had his best interests in mind.

With breaks in almost every small town they passed through, Lance felt like he’d peed his way half way up America. They’d stopped for lunch at a kind of backwards diner off the main road. The food greasy, the milkshakes icy, but the company made up for it. Being alone with Keith felt soothing, despite the shaky start. He didn’t have to adult. He didn’t have to run around after anyone. He didn’t have to worry about the tiny flecks of dust that seemed to have it their personal mission to settle almost immediately after he’d dusted. All he had to worry about was Braxton-Hicks contractions that worried him a whole heck less now he’d been through real ones, their twins spinning summersaults, and Keith’s terrible choice in music... that’d he’d never admit to secretly loving, especially when Keith would seem to forget he wasn’t alone and start singing along.

Seeing Keith smile, and having his whole attention sent Lance’s ego into some kind of blissful state. His scent filling the car, accidentally, as he found himself getting horny from watching Keith be so happy. Keith teasing him as he pulled off the main road at the first available chance, for some very awkward car prepping in which Lance got a leg cramp and Keith smacked his head on the sun visor. It then progressed to out of the car sex, Lance lost in bliss all over again at the feeling of Keith’s hands over his skin as his head swam, drunk on Keith’s scent. He hadn’t known what he’d missing, or maybe he had, and that’d contributed to him discovering that he didn’t mind Keith biting his neck, or nipping at his nipples hard enough Lance was sure he’d end up pierced by Keith’s fangs. He’d been so caught up in cleaning, that being intimate had slipped the last few days. He’d become such a slut for Keith’s undivided attention that he could have purred contently, like a fat cat whole stolen a whole bottle of milk for himself.

He hadn’t told his boyfriend, but he’d packed to play a girl depending on the kind of town it was. He looked female enough to pass. No fake chicken fillets were required to fill out a brallet anymore. He’d packed a wig, and a dress, kind of embarrassed over both, yet willing to face the embarrassment if it meant making the trip easier for his boyfriend. When they’d climbed back into his car, Keith was all smiles as Lance curled into him, ignoring his own rules over seatbelts and sitting properly in a car. He didn’t need to fear his car rolling over, not with Keith behind the wheel, plus leaning against Keith meant kisses on the top of his head as Keith drove, Lance unable to offer to drive thanks to no longer fitting comfortably and a new fear that they would crash and he’d lose the twins if his stomach impacted against the steering wheel. This was really nice. Just a vampire and his werewolf boyfriend off on a life changing trip, and some alone time, until they were party crashed in a couple of days by humans. Yeah. It was nice.

The hotel was a piece of shit and Keith hated it. The town he’d once apparently called home, now verged on some kind of city. The sign in boasting a population of 3000 people, though you wouldn’t know it with sheer amount of people at the hotel. Kids were yelling as they played in the tiny pool in the centre of the U-shaped complex. Parents yelling at their spawn. Their room was upstairs, and the bedding so basic it made his bedroom look fancy. For a hotel boasting about being the only one in town, they had nothing to boast about. Every noise seemed to drift right and through their room.

Late to check in, Lance offered to go in, Keith shaking his head at the offer. He could totally handle one 2 minute interaction. Said interaction blowing out to 20 minutes, with far too many questions asked. No. He wasn’t there on a get away for Easter. No. He didn’t have kids. No. He didn’t have a wife. Yes. His eyes were an unusual shade of purple. He didn’t know what the old man behind the check in counter got from his interrogation, but he was lucky Keith didn’t snap with how tired he was. He didn’t blame Lance for the numerous stops they’d made, but he did think that maybe they should have split the drive and found somewhere to camp overnight, with less fucking people around.

Coming waddling out the bathroom, Keith noted Lance had packed his own robe. His stomach on display, with the looped belt sitting just below his breasts. Their room was so “Lance-esque” that his boyfriend blended right in with brown shag pile carpet, khaki bedspread and orange flowered wallpaper. Being Lance, his boyfriend had fixed the dripping shower, instead of simply complaining to management. Keith annoyed his boyfriend didn’t care that the hotel wasn’t great. He was certain he’d heard more than one couple doing the do well into the hours of the morning when normal people should be sleeping. Hell. He should be sleeping. All the scents and sounds, coupled with a boyfriend hogging the blankets had made for a long night.

Seeing him watching, Lance shot him a smile. Opening his arms, Keith made straight for Lance. The vampire chuckled as he kissed Keith’s hair

“Come on, it’s not all bad”

“It’s not all that good either”

“I know. It’s only for a few days”

“This place is awful”

“It’s not getting a good Yelp review, but it’s not completely horrendous”

This was no place for his pregnant mate. A budget hotel room with a TV smaller than Lance’s laptop, and way too many people

“How do you think this isn’t horrendous?!”

“Because you’re here”

Lance’s sincere answer made him splutter, Lance chuckling at him as he kissed his hair

“I know it’s not what you expected, but it’s not forever”

“There’s so many people...”

“I know. It’s a lot for your senses. Why don’t you take a shower? We were both too tired last night, and I want to go get something decent to eat. Maybe find you some coffee?”

Coffee sounded good. Showering sounded like too much effort, but after tossing and turning all night, it’d feel good to feel clean of their bedding

“Okay...”

“Don’t take too long though. Your kids are seriously craving pancakes and I might have to stab someone if I don’t get them soon”

Keith gave a weak chuckle, not at all looking forward to the outside world

“We can’t have that. Get dressed and I’ll be out in a bit”

The shower ran out of hot water halfway through. Keith kicking the wall tiles hard enough that he cracked the tile that took the main impact. Not that he felt bad about in the slightest. When he’d been on the streets, even a place like this would have been heavenly. Now he’d gotten used to being pampered by Lance and the niceness of Platt. He’d been spoiled. He shouldn’t be expecting city niceties in a backwards town like this.

With a towel barely bigger than a hand towel around his waist, Keith walked back into the bedroom to find Lance had gotten dressed. He’d stumbled to a stop as he stared at his boyfriend. Lance was in a dress. An actual flowy white dress. A wig of long brown hair flowed down past his shoulders. Catching him staring, Lance sighed at him

“Don’t look at me like that”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re confused. Our friends might be okay with me being pregnant, but I don’t want people making assumptions and being rude as fuck”

They could go fuck themselves sideways as far as Keith was concerned. Lance was Lance. Lance didn’t love wearing dresses and hiding himself... He shouldn’t have to, either

“You dressed like that for me? You didn’t have to...”

“It’s fine, babe”

“But you’re a man...”

“Who’s currently pregnant and just wants his pancakes in peace. Besides, I like to think I look cute”

He did... but it was so freaking weird. Lance was Lance... and now he suddenly had a girlfriend in place of the man he loved

“You always look cute, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I don’t want you to feel you have to hide away”

“I know. Look, I figured it’d be easier for these poor country folks. Or don’t you like it? I mean, I can change, but I’m okay for now... more importantly, you know that’s the bath mat you’ve got around your waist, right?”

No. Why hang it up if it was meant for the floor?! Keith’s cheeks flamed, scrambling for an excuse he pathetically replied

“It does the job”

Lance could only shake his head at him. Keith feeling that was fair

“I did pack our towels. I thought you’d like something more familiar from home. I just didn’t think to grab them”

Lance meant he hadn’t thought to grab them as he rushed off to vomit. Keith copping both the wet noises and the scent. Neither making him feel all that good about their “holiday”

“I’m going to get dressed. Please tell me you’ve found where we can get coffee?”

“As if I’d make you wait for coffee. There’s a restaurant not far from here”

Thank god for that. He had no idea how this was all going to work, or when they’d be finding his dad’s grave. Now that they were here, he didn’t know how he felt. Yes, he was glad to be there with Lance. But at the same time, everything outside the confines of their crappy room scared him. Logically no one would recognise him. Not when anyone who’d last seen him had seen him as a little kid, but he still feared it. He feared someone from the past coming up to him to say “Oh my god! Are you Keith? I remember when your father died...”. He didn’t want to be remembered. He didn’t want the awkwardness or pity from some stranger. He didn’t even know if he wanted to stay in town long enough for Curtis and Shiro to join them. He did know he wanted to find the shack he’d called home... but even then, he didn’t know what he’d do when he did. All of it felt too much, but all of it would bring some kind of closure. That was if he listened to Lance... Lance who was annoyingly right more times than not. All he could do was hope that he was strong enough to see this through, and that Lance would remain by his side, no matter how he might react.

#oncebittentwiceshy #once bitten twice stupid #ashratherose

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sillyrabbit81 · 4 years ago

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Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 2.3k

Warnings: swearing

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 15 Part 17

Part 16

Liam cooked us a chicken stir-fry with Asian vegetables for dinner. I was mildly surprised that he was such a good cook and told him so. He said he had to learn pretty quickly in the early days of his career when he would go months without a paying job.

"I was lucky. My parents were supportive, so I knew I wouldn't starve, and they would give me money if I asked. I didn't want to, though. I felt like if I had to ask for money, then I was a failure. It motivated me to go to more auditions, prepare better, take some classes to get more skills, perfect my accents."

I admired him for that. From what I knew about his family, they seemed to be wealthy. It would have been easy for him to rely on them while trying to make it.

Liam had told me a lot about his family. He was very close to his two brothers. It seemed like he was a bit of a mummies boy, and I supposed that comes from being the youngest. He seemed to credit his Dad for his love of stories and his desire to act.

"Have you told them about me? Your family, I mean." I asked a bit hesitantly, unsure how I'd feel if he said no.

I shouldn't have worried though, his huge smile said it all. "I told Mum about you over a month ago."

"We hadn't even met yet."

"I know," Liam sounded a bit bashful as he continued. "My Mum kept saying how happy I sounded. I kept dropping hints that she thought I was seeing someone. She's very good at reading me. She hounded me until I told her."

"What did she say?"

"She was surprised we hadn't met. I spoke to her during the week a few times and told her we'd met, and it went well, and we'd seen each other the whole weekend. It was a bit awkward like I said. She knows me too well. She said, 'You mean you spent the weekend shagging.'"

"Oh, my God!" I was so embarrassed. "What did you say? She's going to think I'm the town bike."

"She wasn't judging, by the way. She was worried about how you would react to me. She was happy because she felt like I shouldn't have used Simons photos."

"She's not wrong," I said.

"I know, I know. Do I have to apologise again?"

"No, just don't do it again."

He briefly grinned but then looked at me, his face and tone serious. "Hopefully, I'll never have to."

I didn't know how to respond to that. What did he even mean by that? I didn't ask. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know. I cleared my throat. "Is that all she said?" I asked, instead.

Liam opened his mouth and was about to say something before closing his mouth and trying again. "Well, then she saw the photos and stories about us. I tell her not to read that stuff because most of it is rubbish. But she does. Anyway, she said we looked lovely together and..." he paused before continuing. "And she can't wait to meet you in a few months. She's coming for a visit in late June early July for my two-week hiatus."

I almost asked what he was going to say, but I changed my mind. "What about your brothers? Your Dad?"

"Well, my Dad isn't much of a talker when it comes to relationships. But he did say Mum had shown him your picture and that you seemed like a nice girl. Other than that, he didn't comment. He rarely does unless he thinks someone isn't good for me."

"Is he coming with your mum?"

"Only for one week. My mum will stay for nearly three. My brothers well..." he grinned. "You know what brothers are like. We are rarely serious together. Also, we rarely call each other. We mostly keep in contact through group chats." His lip twitched as he said, 'there were a lot of ginger jokes this week."

I could only imagine what those chat logs contain. I rolled my eyes at the thought. "The bastards," I said.

Liam laughed then asked, "what about your family?"

"I haven't told them much. Dave knows a bit. I haven't told Mum anything." I shifted in my seat. "Dave knew I was seeing someone after I asked him to watch Perrin. But he didn't ask questions. Then on Friday, he found out it was you. He seemed ok with it." I brightened and said, "they will know all about you next week anyway."

Liam returned my smile.

After dinner, we went to bed. We both read for a while. Liam sat up with his back against the headboard while I laid on my back, using his chest as a pillow. I read until I fell asleep.

I grew to hate Sundays.

Sunday's meant my time with Liam was coming to a close. This Sunday had a silver lining because I would only have to wait until Thursday to see him again. This only partially comforted me because it was also the premiere. As the time drew closer, I knew I'd regret saying yes.

I sat with my head in my hands in the store's dressing room. Just picking which dresses to try on had been an ordeal. I had done a quick google search that morning to see what kind of dresses people wore to premieres, and it was almost no help. The range was too extensive. It seemed nearly anything was acceptable, from cocktail dresses to full-on evening wear.

Some articles made me feel sick, especially the articles about the actresses. So many articles talked about how many women found it hard to find dresses in their size because they were size 6 and too big to fit into most designers dresses. I checked out a size conversion chart and found that size 6 was a size 10 here. I was usually a size 10, but sometimes my arse needs a size 12.

I started thinking I was too fat. I kept thinking about my huge arse and thighs, which got me spiralling into thinking my breasts were too small, my hair was too frizzy, I had too many freckles, and I was too pale. The list of my faults just grew in my head until I was sure I'd end up at the premiere looking like a bush pig in a dress.

I started to breathe deeply, in through my nose, hold it, out through my mouth. After several breaths, I opened my eyes. I could do this. I picked up the first dress the assistant had helped me pick. She knew it wasn't going to wor. It was a loose short black lace dress with puffy sleeves that would make me look like the only shape I had was round. The other picks she made were dresses that looked like they were for the bride's grandmother. She also looked at Liam too many times for my liking. She was very helpful if you call taking us to dresses sold out in my size useful. Or if directing all her questions at Liam was helpful. I'll bet she's out there right now being helpful...

Fuck me dead! I think I'm jealous.

That was an emotion I hadn't felt in a while, and I didn't like it. Fuck that. I don't need to be jealous. I picked through the dresses until I found the one I already knew would be the winner.

It was from Australian designer Maticevski. The gown was black with a high neckline, and the beautiful fabric gathered on the left shoulder. The dress was pulled from the hips and cinched in the waist. It had a thigh-high split, revealing just enough skin to be sexy and a small but elegant train. I loved it the moment I saw it and knew I wanted it. But it was $2,500. I loved it so much I almost didn't care. I mean, I knew I wasn't the one people cared about. They wanted to see Liam. This time was different because it would be our first official event together, and the story right now was who was he dating. This time I would get attention. But I still thought it was too much money. I had almost put it back, but the assistant smirked. Liam, bless him, took it out of my hands and said he would love to see it on me.

I wriggled my way into the dress and looked into the mirror. It was the winner for sure. I had brought my heels from Friday night to try the dress on with, and though they weren't quite right for the dress, they gave a good idea of what I would look like. It was slightly too tight around the hips and too a little big on the top. I could get it altered, though. It wouldn't take much. Maybe even a bra with a bit of padding would fix it. I flipped my hair to give it some bounce and a sexy 'just been fucked' look and stepped out.

I was right. She was hitting on Liam hard. I wanted to punch her in the face. But then Liam saw me, and the way he looked at me made me forgot about her. I took a few steps over to him and posed in an over the top way.

"What do you think?" I asked Liam.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes did. He had the same look when he approached me on Friday night. This is definitely the dress.

"It's not too dressed up? I could try something else if you think it's too much." I said to Liam.

"It doesn't quite fit. Perhaps the..." the assistant didn't get time to finish before Liam spoke.

"No." He said firmly, cutting her off. He cleared his throat and approached me. "It's absolutely perfect." He kissed me, and his lips were so soft. He ran his hands over my waist and stood back, looking me up and down. "Perfect. We will take it."

"You don't want to try..." the assistant tried again.

Liam didn't even look at her. "I said we would take it. The other dresses can go back. Thank you for your help." I loved it when he spoke in that authoritative tone, which made me weak.

She went into the dressing room and took away the ten other dresses I was going to try. I wasn't sad to see them go, none of them would be as good as this, but I still wasn't sure.

"I can try another dress. I mean, this one is stupid expensive."

"I don't care if it was a hundred thousand dollars, you look amazing, and you like it, so you will have it."

"I just don't know if I can afford to spend money like this for one night."

"I invited you. I'm paying."

"Fuck. I should have said I need matching earrings." I joked.

"Do you?" He asked, sincere.

"No, don't be silly. Shoes and a handbag will do. I'll buy the shoes you buy the bag. Deal?"

"Nope." He was shaking his head, "I want to get everything for you. Think of it as an Easter present."

"I can afford to buy things for myself, you know. I make pretty good money considering I own my house, and I only have to take care of myself and Perrin."

"I know." Liam ran his fingers through his hair. "Call me a misogynist if you want, but I want to buy you things, pretty things, things you'd never buy yourself. I want to take care of you."

I decided to let it go. I didn't think it's misogynistic to want to buy your girlfriend a present. It's misogynistic if you think you own her because you chose to buy her things. And it did feel nice to have him want to buy me pretty things.

"Ok, Liam," I said.

His smile came back. "Good. Get changed, and let's buy you some shoes." His lip twitched. "Do you need help taking it off?"

"Get out of it." I laughed and got changed.

When I had come out, he wasn't waiting for me. I looked around and couldn't find him in the shoes or the bags. A thought came to me. I hated that I thought it, but I wondered if the shop assistants come on had worked. I didn't believe it, not really, but once the thought was there, it wouldn't leave.

I didn't want to, but I looked for the shop assistant. As I looked, I felt sick from fear and disgust with myself. I found her putting away the dresses from the dressing room, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I hated myself. I wasn't usually like this. It wasn't fair on Liam either. He had given me no reason to suspect him at all.

Then I started to panic. My breath came out shallow and rapid. I felt smothered. There were no windows, and I needed to get out. There were too many people.

I felt warm hands slide under my t-shirt and rest on my belly.

I jumped and spun around. It was Liam. "Ready for shoes, Sweetheart?" He asked.

"Where were you? I looked everywhere."

"I went down to menswear real quick," Liam said. "Now that I know what you're going to wear, I know what I'm going to wear, and I needed a new shirt. It took longer than I thought."

"No worries. I just, I didn't know, it's ok."

"You ok?"

I nodded. "Let's go."

Part 17

#original character #original fiction #romantic story #happy ever after

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