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sugaslilsugabby · 3 years ago

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F!reader x Simeon

Obey me

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW, Dom angel bby, overall pure filth⚠️

18+ I am an adult writing this, minors do not interact pls and thank you. No reposting. Reblogs are appreciated 🥺💗

A/N: I finally finished writing this after a WHILE of procrastinating bc I’m a terrible writer, thank you so much @letgobro for being so patient with me even though this was requested forever ago 🥺💗

It was safe to say as much as you loved the brothers you would always confide in Simeon the most. The way he would call you his “little lamb” would send shivers down your spine, he was so sweet and caring, especially to young Luke no matter how feisty he may be. What you did not expect was for him to have a more dominant side, and you would’ve never known about it if it weren’t for tonight.

It was Saturday, or as Asmo liked to call it “The day where we can get fucked up and not have to worry about classes the next day.” So he decided it was a perfect idea for a visit to The Fall, while Barbatos watched Luke in the Demon Lord’s castle for the night.

You heard a squeal from behind you, the Avatar of Lust clapping his approvingly at the skin-tight black dress that clung to your every curve and accentuating them nicely. “Darling you look STUNNING!” He said as he looked over every inch of your body, “Asmo this is a little too showy, it’s not like I’m trying to impress someone.” You said whilst staring at yourself in the mirror. You heard a small ‘tsk tsk tsk’ come from behind you, “I see how you look at Simeon, you literally GLOW! You can’t fool the Avatar of Lust honey.” He said as he handed you a pair of black pumps.

“He’s a literal angel Asmo, isn’t premarital sex a sin or something?” You said rolling your eyes, “Besides; even if he COULD he doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend.” You said, putting the finishing touches on your makeup, swiping the lip gloss against your plump lips you stare at yourself in the mirror. “Whatever darling, let’s just go have some fun!”

You sighed, the club was in full swing. Demons grinding up on each other, demons playing tongue hockey in the back of the club, and the strong smell of demonus and other alcoholic drinks in the air. You sat at a booth, demonus in hand as you stared out into the crowd. Everyone was having a good time and here you were alone. “What have we here? Looks like a certain little lamb strayed away from the group.” You looked up startled to see Simeon, a small smile on his face, drink in hand. “Ah, Simeon! I didn’t think clubs were something you enjoyed.” You said, scooting over to let him in.

“I don’t dislike them, we just don’t have many in the celestial realm. What are you doing alone? I’m surprised Asmodeus hasn’t tried to set you up with someone.” He said, chuckling softly. You giggled, “Oh trust me he has. I’m just not interested, not interested in them anyway.” You said softly.

“Oh? But you are interested in somebody? Do tell little lamb.” Simeon said teasingly, his elbows resting on the table as he cradles his head in his hands. “That is a secret I won’t tell, sorry Simeon.” You said, turning your head, blushing slightly.

You felt a big strong hand on your thigh, his other hand softly grabbing your chin to make you face him. You avert your eyes, a pink tint evident on your cheeks. “S-Simeon!” You heard him chuckled, his face nearing yours. “If I were to tell you that I am in love with you what would your answer be little lamb?” Your heart began beating loudly, your pupils dilating as you looked at the angel that currently had you in the palm of his hand, without thinking you pushed your lips on his, your body instantly relaxing against him as he deepened the kiss.

You let out a whiny moan, as he broke the kiss. His eyes now darkened with lust as he caressed your thigh, “Forgive me but I simply cannot hold back anymore.” He said as he picked you up bridal style, your arms instantly circling his neck as he carried you back to Purgatory Hall.

He threw the door to his room open, kicking it closed with his foot as he placed you on his bed, instantly pinning you down. “Do you know how hard I’ve been trying to keep myself calm around you? Every time I go into heat I can’t stop thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock, you drive me insane Y/N.” Simeon said, his hand coming down to your now-soaked lace panties. He let out a groan, his fingers ever so slightly teasing your soaking folds.

“S-Simeon please!” You heard him chuckle as he placed kisses down your neck, leaving a mark on your breast. “Please what darling? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me. Be a good girl and tell me.” You bucked against his finger, whimpering slightly as you try to gain more friction. “Simeon don’t tease me, want you.” You said breathlessly. He let out a playful growl as he ripped off your dress, your panties following the same fate. A groan came from his throat as he eyed your slick pussy, licking his lips he pressed playful kisses to your inner thighs, “So needy baby, I’ll give you what you want just be patient.” He says, his fingers trailing up to your folds.

He spread your slick lips, placing a kiss on your pearl before licking a long stripe up your delicate flower. Your back arching at the sensation of the angel eating you like it was his last meal, your hands ran through his silky hair, clinging to it as pleasure came in waves through your body. “F-Fuck Simeon, your gonna make me cum!” You shrieked, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as every nerve-ending in your body was set alight. “That’s it baby, let it out. Good fucking girl.” Simeon said, lapping up your cum as you rode out your high.

You tugged at his shirt softly, “Wanna see you too..” Palming his erect cock through his pants, a moan falling from his lips. It sounded so heavenly yet oh so sinful at the same time. He pulled away and stood up from the bed, ridding himself of his shirts and pants, your legs squeezed together at the sight of his taught chest. He grabbed you by the arms, planting you on the floor in front of him, your mouth watering at the fact that you were now face-to-face with the still covered thick erection. “You looked so fucked out and I haven’t even fucked your tight little pussy.” he cooed as he removed his boxers.

He let out a hiss, his thick cock standing tall, pre-cum leaking out of the swollen tip. He grabbed your hair, tilting you to look up at him, “Mouth open little lamb, wanna feel your lips around my cock.” You opened your mouth, looking up at him innocently as he slid the tip of his cock in, he let out a guttural groan as his hips bucked at the feeling, pushing your head down and gagging you on his cock, head thrown back in pleasure. He steadily began face fucking you, drool and precum trickling down the sides of your mouth, big doe eyes looking up at him with tears.

As much as Simeon wanted to cum down your throat he pulled out. Picking you up and laying you on the bed once more. You bucked your hips upward, “Please Simeon!” A sinful chuckle fell from his puffy lips as he hovered over you, strong arms holding him up as he teasingly ghosted your lips, “So eager little one, do you want my cock that bad?” You let out a gasp as the tip of cock rubbed against your now swollen nub, your hips bucking upwards for more friction, a low groan came from above you as Simeon guided his tip to your slick entrance.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sheathed himself into your drooling cunt, your nail digging crescents into his shoulder, “F-Fuck! S’big Simeon!!” He lowered his head down to your neck, letting out a growl as he sunk his teeth into you, “I’m not even fully in angel, so tight for me.” You whimpered, rutting your hips against him, desperately wanting to feel the rest of him. Simeon pulled out to ram back into you, a shriek escaping your lips. Your slick cunt deliciously stretched around him, “Such a good girl for me, so fucked out, all for me.” He licked his lips, fingers coming down to rub your clit as he quickened his pace, a broken moan leaving your parted mouth as you felt the white-hot pleasure consuming you once again, you had never felt this good during sex, “S-Simeon, s’too much, mmmm g-gonna cum!” Fingers never relenting their pace on your engorged clit as the words ‘cum for me again Y/N’ left his mouth, you clamped down on his cock, arousal coating his cock, a couple more thrusts as you felt his hips stutter, a choked moan escaping him as he came, thick ropes of his cum coating your gummy walls.

As you came down from your high you let out a whimper, feeling empty as Simeon pulled out, getting up and starting the bath for the both of you, “Come here, pretty girl.” He cooed as he scooped you up in his arms, your arms wrapping around his neck. Sitting both of you in the tub as he littered your face in kisses. It was pure bliss and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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itshardcandy · 4 years ago

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Strawberry Flavour Part Two

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader, Min Yoongi x Reader, Park Jimin x Reader

6915 Words

Genre: Fluff, Idiots Friends to lovers, crack

Warnings: Use of some swearwords, (Still) an unhealthy obsession for Jimin’s cakes, flirting, A Kithhh possibly?!👀 Excessive use of the word booth, Introduction of Arch-Nemesis, Rivalry in more than one case, Exo Baekyhun and WayV Lucas make an appearance (if you think I should add something to this list let me know)

Part one is here !

dedicated to my peeps @the--world--behind--my--wall and @a-noona-mous who encouraged and motivated me to keep going 💖💖

If you like it pls don't hesitate to Like and reblog, send me an ask or message me! 🥺💖

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The first day of the festival was finally here and you felt even more excited than you had throughout the days leading up to it. The thought of having all of your friends around you made you feel all fluffy and warm inside and you couldn’t wait for them to come and meet you and Jimin at the booth.

Jin had to cancel at the last minute but with the help of Namjoon, the booth was set up in no time. You could finally start assembling all your tools and materials around the very limited workspace in the back, while Jimin worked on the perfect presentation of the already prepared cakes, pastries and other treats.

Namjoon helped himself to a few of those before either of you could tell him no.

The official festival kick-off was still an hour or so away, so you and Jimin had some time to yourselves, before all the visitors would be arriving. Namjoon had excused himself for now but he would re-join you later in the evening with the others.

You still needed to change into your cute bakery uniform and it would probably make sense to prepare a few other things beforehand but right now, you wanted to admire your own work. You stood behind the display cases, eyeing every little cake in the selection carefully and making sure they were all still presentable after the journey,

“You need to stop worrying, everything will be fine.”

Jimin stepped behind you and tried to reassure you,

“The display looks good, the booth is holding up, we didn’t forget anything in the shop... We're prepared for today, ok?”

He put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, easing your worries. You took a deep breath,

“I know, I know I just… I don’t know, I can’t help feeling like we forgot something important, you know?”

He smiled and rolled his eyes,

“I know. But I also know, that we planned this for so long, there is no possible way we forgot anything. We brought back-up dough for the back-up dough; I think we’re good”

You pouted slightly, realising how ridiculous you were behaving,

“But how do you know?”

You asked and you heard Jimin sigh before he gently turned you around to face him, with both of his hands resting on your shoulders,

“Because I know you”

He stated matter-of-factly,

“And I know that you’ll do your best, just like me”

With your big, round, innocent eyes looking up at him, how could he not want to encourage and reassure you? All he wanted was for you to feel confident in your abilities.

Suddenly, you took his hands in yours and wrapped them around yourself, then you circled his middle with your own arms, hugging him tightly to you. Neither of you spoke for a few seconds. Jimin was too bamboozled to say anything until he felt you take a deep breath,

“Thank you”

You mumbled into his chest and he felt a tingling warmth spread through his chest. He’s never gotten to hug you like this before. It felt way more intimate than it should, when he let his head rest on top of yours,

“No need to thank me”

Could you feel the way his heart almost beat through his chest right now? He hoped not because that would be awkward. You pulled away and smiled before you could get any more emotional than you already were,

“Ughh, I don’t know what’s going on with me, I hate being so emotional”

You said and immediately punched Jimin’s shoulder to kill the mood. He tumbled backwards a little, acting cute,

“You? Emotional? Who said that? They won’t be getting any rice cakes today!”

Jimin aggressively pushed up his sleeves and made you laugh again,

“No need to involve the cakes, Jimin”

“With me, the cakes are always involved”

“I should have known”

“You love my cakes, though, right?”

It was definitely true, you did love his cakes, especially the ones that weren’t for sale. He didn’t need to know that, though.

Maybe it was time you changed into your uniform and got ready for the official opening of the festival. Jimin had already put on his, so you should probably get to it now.

You left him in the front of the booth and changed in the back, neatly folding your clothes and stowing them away for later.

A few of the other vendors and shop owners, who had some attractions set up, came by and checked out your little corner and wished you a successful day before they returned to their own spots.

To your surprise, Yoongi showed up early to the festival and greeted you and Jimin in the booth while some other people were already eyeing the display carefully,

“Yoongi, what are you already doing here?”

You smiled when he casually strolled up to you and Jimin, hands in his pockets, as usual,

“I know, I know, I’m early”

He said, as he walked up and let his eyes roam over the decorations and the cakes on display,

“But practice finished early today and I thought you might want some company or needed some help, or whatever…”

He looked cool and nonchalant but you saw right through him. Cutie that he was, he thought you could need help and he knew what a big deal this festival was to you and he wanted to be there for you. And Jimin. But mostly you,

“Thank you for coming, that’s really nice of you”

You said and went around the front so you wouldn’t have to talk over the display,

“Yeah, thanks for coming but we’re all set up already”

Jimin added and nervously wiped his hands on his apron. Yoongi looked a little discouraged at Jimin’s statement,

“Oh, well… then I- “

“Let me show you around a little, hm?”

You excitedly grabbed onto his arm and pulled him away to the other shops. That wasn’t what Yoongi had planned when he got here but he could never say no to you, anyway.

He wasn’t really a people person but he would gladly wade through a crowd of scolding parents and screaming toddlers if it meant he could spend a few hours with you after the festival ended. Even if it was just to help you and Jimin pack up and close the shop for the night.

For now, he let you pull him from shop to shop and from attraction to attraction and introduce him to everyone who would listen.

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“And this one is my favourite! Well, except for our own”

You said excitedly and pulled Yoongi to stand in front of the last shop and greet the owner,

“Hoseok, are you in? I want to introduce you to my friend!”

As you looked around the small space, a young man appeared from behind a shelf and greeted you with a bright smile,

“YN, you’re here already! I just finished setting up”

He walked up to you and put down a few more flyers and pamphlets around the open spaces,

“This is my friend Yoongi, the one who plays piano”

You introduced Yoongi to the guy in front of him and he shyly held out his hand,

“Hey, nice to meet you”

He said, trying to sound cool,

“You, too. I’m Hoseok, I work at the local animal shelter”

He shook his hand, sporting a radiant, charming smile and Yoongi immediately felt like he’d known him forever,

“Oh, the one near the park?”

He asked and Hoseok nodded,

“That’s the one. I met YN when she came in for Snuggle Sunday the first time a few months ago”

He explained and Yoongi mentally aah’d, remembering how you had called him a while ago, screaming unintelligible nonsense into the phone about how you were going to steal all the puppies and lil kitties, while some birds screeched in the background. He had to hold the phone away from his ear because you were so excited,

“Ah, yes, I remember. She told me all about the puppies”

Yoongi said and turned to you, smiling gently,

“Seemed like she had a really great time”,

Hoseok laughed and nodded,

“I’ve never seen someone cry so hard over a baby chameleon”

He said and you playfully hit his shoulder,

“Hoseok! You swore you wouldn’t tell anyone!”,

“I’m sorry but it was just so funny”,

“You’re unbelievable…”

You sounded stern but you smiled anyway,

“It’s a miracle you still have a girlfriend”

You said jokingly and started to wrap your hands around Yoongi’s arm again,

“Oh, by the way, she asked if you could save her some rice cakes, if there are any left tonight?”

Hoseok asks, as you already turn to walk away,

“Sure, come by later, I’ll pack some for her”

You answered and then waved your hand at him to signal him goodbye, so Yoongi did the same,

“Where to now?”

He asked you, after you had walked a few steps together,

“Well, that was everyone I wanted you to meet, for now. And I should get back, the festival’s about to start”

You said and Yoongi hummed in agreement. He escorted you back to the booth, where Jimin was already pacing back and forth, looking like he was anxiously anticipating your return,

“Ah you’re back, finally!”

Jimin exclaimed excitedly and walked up to you, as soon as you and Yoongi came back in view,

“I just saw Fluffy Clouds walk by and apparently they have a completely new concept cooked up for the festival!”

He reported and you immediately looked around you, trying to spot the booth of your arch nemesis,

“Where are they set up? What concept?”

You asked and Yoongi also started looking around, confused as to what you and Jimin are talking about,

“What are we looking for, here?”

He leaned in and asked you,

“Fluffy Clouds is the other bakery down the street I told you about. They’re basically, our arch nemesis”,

You explained while keeping an eye on your surroundings in case that smug bastard Byun Baekhyun was anywhere near and dared to come close to your booth again,

“They’ve been trying to steal our customers from the start”

Jimin chimed in and Yoongi raised his brows in surprise. Apparently, this small town did have some exciting drama going on after all,

“They always set up their advertisements in front of our shop and lead all the nice old ladies away when they know Jimin isn’t in”

Yoongi chuckled,

“Why only then when he’s away?”

He asked for clarification,

“Have you seen Jimin? He looks like an adult baby. Old ladies eat that shit up”

You turned to Yoongi, the disbelief at his serious question clear on your face,

“Yeah, have you seen me? I look like- wait-”

Jimin stuttered but you were already walking off, searching for the Fluffy Fools, as you and Jimin had (un-)lovingly dubbed them,

“Hey, wait!”

He called after you and pulled Yoongi with him to go after you,

“What are you doing? The festival is about to start”,

“I just want to have a look at their display, real quick…”

You mumbled,

“Just a friendly visit to our rivals on this fine day, that could very well decide the fate of our business, you know?”,

“She doesn’t look like she’s going for friendly”

Yoongi mumbled to Jimin from behind.

The look on your face was scary. It got even scarier when you spotted Baekhyun and Lucas setting up some decorations in their display case.

The fake customer service smile, that etched its way onto your lips and the lifeless stare in your eyes could make a grown man cry with terror if you set your mind to it and the two men in question had definitely been on the receiving end more than once. However, they still didn’t let you continue your business in peace.

You confidently walked up to them, chest puffed and fists balled at your sides,

“Hi guys! Wow the booth looks amazing!”

Both of the guys inside the little tent looked up at the sound of your voice.

You sounded so incredibly threatening that even Yoongi felt a chill go down his spine. When he looked at Jimin, the boy was obviously bracing for a storm; pressing his lips together, squinting and not daring to look at you directly. Yoongi chose to observe quietly for now,

“Thanks, YN! We worked really hard on it!”,

says the taller of the two, a bright, oblivious, dopey smile on his face,

“Yeah, it took a lot of planning and custom work”

The other one adds and sets a pretty bouquet of flowers on the counter

“Unlike your train wreck of a booth”

He mumbled under his breath and you immediately caught it,

“Sorry Baekhyun, what was that? I didn’t quite catch your snarky, hateful comment towards Jimin’s and my booth, would you care to repeat it?”

You retorted and slightly leaned forward, pretending to listen more closely

“I said yours looks wonderful, too, YN”

Baekhyun mocked and you took a deep breath,

“Anyway…” you started to say,

“I just wanted to wish you good luck and I hope you sell lots of pastries during the festival”

You clasped your hands in front of you and smiled,

“Aww, thanks, YN! That’s so nice!”

Lucas was genuinely happy to receive nice words from you, for a change,

“Maybe then you’ll finally be able to afford to stop blocking our door and window with your signs and advertising, hm? Maybe acquire some of your own customers for a change”

You added and the mans face immediately fell and he looked to his older friend for emotional support,

“Nice try, YN”

Baekhyun sneered and looked between you, Jimin and Yoongi,

“Now, if you would be so nice as to collect your puppies and bring them back before they wet themselves, hm? They look a little lost”

God, you hated him so much,

“Rot in hell, Byun”

You yelled and turned on your heels, pulling Jimin and Yoongi with you to walk back to your base.

Yoongi had always known you were passionate about the business you led with Jimin and now he knew just how passionate,

“Dang… that was hard to watch”

He said while you trotted back,

“This was one of the more civil encounters we’ve had, actually…”

Jimin mumbled and you breathed deeply,

“They just make me so angry”

Well, it was actually just Baekhyun who made you google inconspicuous ways of disposing of a body late at night. His partner Lucas was really not the issue here. Baekhyun was the brain behind all their operations and Lucas was the muscle. Muscle, that was nice to look at, admittedly, although that didn’t really help his case. The yeast in the bread he baked day to day worked harder than Lucas’ brain and that was just a sad fact of life,

“If Baekhyun comes anywhere close to the booth again, I want you to throw the waffle iron as hard and as accurately at his head as you can, ok?”

You said to Jimin, who just sighed and mumbled a silent ��yes…’

It was useless to try and convince you to try and find non-lethal solutions to the problem.

Yoongi checked his watch absentmindedly,

“It’s almost time”

He announced calmly and you composed yourself with a few centered breaths. The festival goers didn’t need to see you like this if you wanted to sell some cakes today,

“I’ll let you get back to it and meet you later, ok?”

Yoongi said and waved you and Jimin goodbye before he casually strolled away over the festival area.

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Time flew by as the customers kept coming and you and Jimin did your best to brighten up their day with your delicious treats. Some of them even decided to leave with your business cards in hand and it made you incredibly happy to know that people appreciated your hard work and dedication to your craft,

“Jimin, quick! Hand me the frosting!”,

“Where is it? I can’t see!”

Jimin was frantically rubbing his eyes, trying to clear the powdered sugar out of his vision,

“Shit, I have so much flour up my nose, if security sees me like this, they’ll tackle me on sight”,

“Tough it out and put the next batch in the steamer, we can’t afford to lose this group of pre-schoolers!”

So far, things were going better than expected and soon, after the initial onslaught of customers had retreated, you could take a few minutes to yourself to breathe and sit down.

Jimin put the ‘back in 10 minutes’ sign up in the front and you retreated to the back for a much-needed break. Both of you let out a long, exhausted sigh and plopped onto the camping chairs,

“To be honest, I didn’t think it would be this exhausting”

You slurred with your eyes half closed,

“I can’t feel my legs”

Jimin replied,

“And also my chubby, pinchable cheeks… these sweet old ladies really are relentless”

He carefully rubbed his reddened cheeks and huffed,

“But we almost sold out completely in such a short time! We’ve never had so much business before”

He was right,

“Let’s just hope it takes off” you mumbled, leaned back and tried to apply every quick relaxation method known to man all at once. It wasn’t working particularly well,

“It’s almost time for all the sellers to close down for the day, anyway”

Jimin said after a quick look at his phone,

“When we closed up, we could check out the other attractions, maybe ride the-“ “Strawberry Flavor, are you in?” Jin’s voice suddenly disturbed Jimin in his attempt to score a Ferris Wheel date with you later,

“I’m done with my shift for today so I came straight here”

Surprised at Jin’s sudden appearance, you mustered up all your strength and got up,

“We’re in the back, you need to go around” you called and went to the tent flap in the back to hold it open. When Jin stepped in he was holding a few delicious smelling paper bags,

“I brought you some food, I thought you might need some sustenance”

He smiled brightly and handed you the bags. You ripped them open immediately and found some sandwiches and a variety of sides inside. The smell was hitting you right in the face and made your stomach rumble with impatience,

“Are you serious? Thank you, this is amazing, you’re my hero”

Your face lit up and Jin waved it off like it was nothing,

“Jimin, look! Food!”

Your eyes went glossy and Jimin smiled when he saw how happy you were after taking the first bite out of your sandwich,

“Ugh, this is so good, I can literally feel my body soak up the energy”

You mumbled while chewing and Jimin grabbed one, too, when you handed him the bag. When he wanted to hand it back to Seokjin, the man declined,

“Oh no, I had plenty back at the hotel. They miscalculated how many guests would be there for lunch and prepared way too much food”,

“Thank you for thinking of us”

Jimin said politely and finally took a bite, too.

You were happily munching away at the food when Jin started looking around,

“Woow, it looks like you almost sold out!” he commented and you nodded

“It went better than expected!”

You answered proudly in between bites,

“I’m sure we’ll sell the rest, too, until closing time”,

“People are going crazy for your cakes, huh?”

Jin asks jokingly and it makes you chuckle,

“You only notice that now? YN’s cakes have always been amazing”

Jimin added and Jin looked up, sensing a little more than innocent cake-talk,

“I wasn’t implying anything different. I’ve always thought they were the best cakes I’ve ever seen”

He said and Jimin squinted at him suspiciously,

“I’m just making sure they get the appreciation they deserve”,

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from an avid cake-lover such as yourself”

Jin raised his brows expectantly and Jimin felt the need to puff up his chest a little bit.

Meanwhile you were completely oblivious to the intense staredown between the two men and focused on the sandwich in your hands.

Silence fell over the three of you and soon your break was up and you needed to get back into the thick of it. It was Jimin’s turn to man the selling position in the front now, while you took care of preparation in the back. Jin decided to hang around a little longer and watch you guys at work, partly to help out if you needed him and also because you looked cute enough to eat in your uniform.

He couldn’t help you set up because he got called into work on short notice but he was glad Namjoon was there to help you. Now, he was here and ready to take on anything you threw at him, even if it was only verbal abuse,

“Jin, you need to move! Your shoulders may be broad but they don’t need to take up the whole space in here”,

“Relax, Strawberry Flavour, I’m just getting acquainted with the workspace”,

“Sure, why don’t you have some coffee and a rice cake while you’re at it, hm?”,

“Do you have coffee back here?”,

“Jin!”

He laughed at your desperation and got to work on rearranging the baking forms for you.

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“Here you go! Thank you, please enjoy them”

Jimin handed the cakes to the last customer for today and let out a satisfied sigh. He was proud to say that every last rice cake you planned to sell today had gone over the counter and found a new, happy owner. Working the booth had been exhausting, to say the least, however, Jimin felt more energized than ever when he turned around and saw your happy smile directed at him,

“We did it!”

You said and held up both of your hands for a high five, which he gladly put his back into. He didn’t let go and intertwined your fingers while your hands fell into the space between your bodies,

“It was one hell of a day but we did it!”

You repeated and Jimin felt his heart warm up at the relief in your voice,

“I never doubted it”

He said and you pulled him into a quick hug. Without warning Jin slung his long arms around both of you,

“Ah, don’t thank me for doing all the work, it was my pleasure”

He boasted and you wrangled yourself free from his embrace,

“You are so shameless, it’s ridiculous”

His high-pitched laugh sounded through the tent and Jimin also brought some distance between himself and the older man again. As much as he was intimidated by him, he also couldn’t deny the effortless charm the guy possessed and he would lie if he said he wasn’t jealous of the way he could make you laugh so easily. He knew Seokjin was important to you, so he did his best to make friends with him. Or at least be polite to him,

“What? Are you going to deny the essential part I played in selling all those cakes?”,

“You rearranged the forms and then blocked me every time I turned around!”,

“And it made you even more determined to work harder, didn’t it? Case closed”,

“I swear to god, Seokjin-“,

“Hey losers, we sold twice the normal amount of pastries today! Suck on that!” Baekhyun’s voice suddenly cut through the banter and you all turned around to catch him and Lucas waving wads of cash in your direction,

“Maybe we’ll consider buying your shack and finally turn it into a successful business, how’s that sound?”

Jin’s brows raised in confusion,

“Who are these clowns?”

He asked and watched the two men dance around while pretending to make it rain,

“Just the bane of our existence”

Jimin answered and crossed his arms in front of his chest,

“They’re the owners of the bakery down the street from ours. The fools I told you about”

You explained and Jin just huffed out a ‘Huh…’,

You turned to them and angrily pointed your finger,

“You better get the hell out of here before I shove my whisk up your-“,

“Ok, that’s enough of that”

Jimin pulled you away from the front and he and Jin watched a smiling Baekhyun and Lucas disappear in the distance,

“I hate them so much”,

You struggled to say through clenched teeth,

“Let’s just move on and forget about them”

Jimin patted your shoulder gently and Jin pulled out his phone,

“Namjoon just texted me, they’re on their way here”,

“See, our friends are here to distract you”

Jimin happily announced and you breathed in deep to relax again,

“You’re right, let’s clean up and get going”

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The thing about these kinds of festivals, fun fairs, or whatever people liked to call them, was that, unless you brought your family along, they possessed an inherently romantic atmosphere. Which was now becoming more and more obvious, even to you, as you strolled along the attractions and rides, which lit up the night sky like new year’s fireworks.

Jin and Jimin, 2 out of 3 of your best bois were accompanying you on the way to find the rest of your friends at the festival’s exit area. It was on the way to the beach, where your friends had planned to end the night with a bonfire and some drinks.

The way there, however, was not linear and Jin and Jimin made a show of vying for your attention at every possible moment. You were being pulled from mini game to mini game, watching the boys taking turns at winning toys and stuffed animals for you. Carrying all of it would be a challenge but that was the least important thing on your mind as you watched Jimin throw darts at the small balloons on the wall. Clearly, accurately throwing tiny, beat-up, plastic darts at miniature balloons was not one of his secret talents but at least he was determined,

“YN, look! I almost got one this time!”

He yelled proudly and smiled so wide that his eyes disappeared,

“Careful, don’t do too well, or the owner will have to file for bankruptcy”

You said jokingly, trying to motivate Jimin a little,

“I don’t think we have to worry about that”

Jin observed, giving Jimin the side-eye,

“Don’t be mean”

You murmured to him and lightly shoved him with your elbow,

“I’m just being realistic, Jimin might be the king of cakes but he sucks at balloon dart”

He commented and held up his hands in defense,

“Like you could do it any better. Literally every time Manager asks you to throw him the keys, they land in the pond in the hotel lobby instead of his hands!”

It was important to bring Jin back down to earth sometimes,

“Not every time…”

He mumbled a little embarrassed,

“How do you even do that? Last time we were standing in the kitchen and somehow, they still ended up in there”,

“Are you shaming me for my bad eyesight? You know I wear contacts!”,

“I’m shaming you for your non-existent hand-eye coordination!”

You snickered and Jin shook his head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close,

“Yah! You want me to throw you in there next time?”

He tried to sound threatening but you just giggled like a child when he gently bumped you with his shoulders,

“You’re welcome to try! I control the chicken so I would think twice before messing with me”

You knew this would hit Jin right in the feels and immediately he clasped his hands together in an apologetic gesture, bowing his head a little,

“Ah, I apologise deeply, Chicken-Overlord! I’ll be good from now on!”

He lamented and you went along with it,

“It’s forgiven. For now” you booped his nose and directed your attention back to Jimin, who just won a tiny, pink, plastic rose and made his way back to you and Jin,

“Look! I won something!”

He happily presented the flower to you,

“Woow, Jiminah, you’re so good at this game! Let’s get some candy cotton, hyung will pay!”

Jin grabbed Jimin by the shoulders and praised him some more while you couldn’t contain your laughter,

“Really?”

Jimin asked, smiling sheepishly and Jin nodded,

“Would I lie about that? Only the best players deserve cotton candy, come on!”

Jin looked at you and winked like the absolute smug clown he was and you smiled back at him,

“Thank you for being nice”

You mouthed and followed the boys to the nearest self-operating candy cotton machine.

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Satisfied with your gifted plastic rose and happily munching away on your cotton candy, you and the boys finally reached the others at the beach.

They already prepared one the of the fire pits and had a nice flame going, while they passed around drinks and snacks.

From the distance you could see Yoongi talking animatedly to Namjoon and next to them, Hoseok annoying his girlfriend with stupid faces. Taehyung, one of your regular produce supply guys from the hotel and his little brother Jungkook busied themselves with making smores over the fire and poking it with sticks. This bunch of weirdos always brought a smile to your face,

“Hey guys, we finally made it!”

You announced as you got closer to them and they all turned to greet you, handing you each a bottle and a bag of something fried to go along with it,

“Hey guys, I hope the booth didn’t collapse”

Namjoon said and held up his bottle to clink it with yours,

“I’m usually not the best at handling literally any kind of tool so I hope everything held together and no one got killed in an ugly accident”

He added and smiled hopefully,

“Don’t worry, we lived and the booth did too”

You answered and Namjoon wiped the metaphorical sweat off his brow,

“I’m glad you could help. I would have done it myself but they called me in to help with the shift”

Jin mentioned and Joon waved him off,

“Don’t worry about it! I wouldn’t have come tonight if you hadn’t asked me to help so I’m happy it worked out this way. I desperately needed to socialise…”

He took a long, relatable sip of his drink and Yoongi joined your conversation,

“Almost seems like it was fate”

He said,

“I didn’t know you guys knew Joon. We met in university and haven’t seen each other in a long time”

He explained and Joon smiled fondly,

“Kinda lost touch”

Yoongi awkwardly scratched the back of his head,

“Yeah, we’ve got some catching up to do…”

He mumbled and you sensed there was more to it. Not wanting to pry,

you let them continue their conversation and made your way around the fire to Hoseok and his girlfriend, telling her the rice cakes were all sold out but you would set some aside first thing tomorrow. She was the cutest lil’ bean and you could see how they adored each other. It was a healing relationship to witness and you definitely needed their energy in your life.

Behind you, on the other side of the fire, Jin and Jimin stood side by side, awkwardly trying to maintain a conversation while they were both aware of each other’s attention being focused on something(-one) else.

They rarely spent so much time together and it was clear that, even though they were part of the same circle of friends, they didn’t really have much in common, except their shared infatuation with you.

And they both knew it, which made this situation a little difficult.

They both watched you talk to the couple for a little while and kept some light small talk going while Taehyung and Jungkook kept them fed with smores, freshly melted over the fire.

As it was getting later, the drinks were starting to affect some (Hoseok) more than the others and soon, Hoseok’s girlfriend and Jungkook were trying to keep him from taking his clothes off and go skinny dipping in the ocean. It was a very entertaining sight and you may or may not have encouraged his shenanigans with some passive comments.

Drama was in your nature, sorry not sorry.

You had noticed that Namjoon and Yoongi had found a spot on the beach a little farther away from the group and were still engaged in deep conversation. You were relieved to see, that your friend was having a good time and that he got to reconnect with Joon, whatever that meant. He had never mentioned him to you before but judging by the looks of it, they had been pretty close.

Since you sometimes felt a little lost in the grand scheme of things, it felt good to see other people were finding new things and meeting people that gave them more reasons to be happier and feel connected.

It wasn’t like you didn’t feel happy; in fact, since moving to this quaint little town, you’ve felt the happiest and most fulfilled since you could remember. However, seeing Hoseok and his girlfriend, Yoongi and Namjoon, or even the random couples at the festival, sharing food and being cutesy with each other… it reminded you, that there was something like that missing in your life.

Or was there? You would say that a lack of companionship or human connection in general was not the problem per se.

Romance and relationships had never been at the top of your list of priorities but as you were getting older, you felt the slowly-growing need for something other than friendship in your life.

Or maybe that was just the liquor and the third-wheeling talking.

Meanwhile, Jin and Jimin had formed a delicate connection over their shared love for sweet foods, treats and definitely alcohol. They were probably responsible for the majority of the empty bottles that now lined the lukewarm cooler, and they were still going strong. They even laughed at the occasional joke together.

No one could resist Jimin’s natural baby charm forever, not even stoic Seokjin. It was clear, that they were finally warming up to each other.

You only noticed after Jimin had called you over, pouting and complaining about being tired and wanting to go home. He got a little whiney when he was drunk and it was better to just give him what he wanted.

It was fine anyway. It was getting late and you both needed to be up early again for the next day of the festival so you decided to leave soon and say goodbye to your friends until tomorrow night. Taking Jimin home before he turned into an even more whiney little baby was the top priority mission right now.

Hoseok barely registered when you said goodbye and you guessed he would tap out soon, too. You refrained from disturbing Joon and Yoongi and said bye to Taehyung and Jungkook before leaving with Jimin tucked into your side. Jin accompanied you for a little while and promised to swing by again tomorrow before you parted ways and he went home, as well.

From then on, it wasn’t long before you and Jimin reached home. Jimin sighed tiredly as the shop came into view and a last surge of drunken energy sped up his step. He skipped ahead, wanting to unlock the door but stopped short as he reached the glass façade.

What was that paper taped to the door? He ripped it off and found it to be a folded piece of paper that your shop’s name written on it,

“Huh?”

He whispered to himself and turned it around in his hands before opening it.

On the inside he found a crude drawing of you and him in the booth today at the fair. There was nothing unusual about it, except for the sign above the booth, that, instead of the cute rice cake logo and writing you had printed on it, now showed a generously sized, disturbingly detailed, pile of-

“What the absolute shit?”

Jimin jumped at your voice, spinning around and trying to hide the paper behind his back and you tried to reach around him to steal it,

“YN! Don’t look!”

He wiggled out of your grasp and ran to the closest trash bin to dispose of the drawing,

“Jimin, what the heck? Was that taped to our door?” you came running after him. Jimin needed a second to regain his balance. Running around while still drunk was not the best idea. When his eyes were able to focus on your face again, he nodded,

“Yeah…”

He mumbled and watched your shoulders slump,

“Do you think it was the fluffy fools again?”

He asked carefully,

“Who else?”

You replied, turning around and walking back to the shop. Jimin followed you. Without a word you opened the door and both of you went inside, taking the stairs up to the apartment. While standing in the narrow hallway, only illuminated by the light of the street lamps outside, you turned around to face Jimin,

“I don’t understand what their problem is. Sure, we’re kind of a similar shop but it’s not like we’re monopolising the bakery business! We sell so many different things! They didn’t even think of selling pastries like we did and now they act like they’re the big ballers in the game? Like we’re stealing their customers? Ugh…”

Usually when you ranted about the fools, you sounded angry and agitated. However, even drunk Jimin noticed that now you just sounded exhausted and sad,

“YN… don’t overthink it. They’re just acting like dickheads because they’re threatened by us”,

“But why couldn’t they just come and talk to us like adults? This is all so childish…”

Jimin wrapped an arm around your shoulders,

“I know”

He knew that there were few things he could say to make you feel better right now but he still wanted to try,

“Sometimes people need to feel better about themselves and they have to put other people down to get there. It’s not right and it’s not fair. But we’re good at what we do and they clearly know it. Don’t let it get to you, Rice Cake”

Hugging his side, you let out an exasperated breath,

“I know you’re right but I’m just so tired of it”

You mumbled. Jimin let go of you to gently place both of his hands on your shoulders,

“We’ll get some rest now and it’ll all be better in the morning, ok? Maybe I can go and talk to them; try and find some sort of common ground” he sounded so sure of it, that you could only nod in agreement,

“Really?”

You whispered and smiled at him,

“Of course. I’ll do anything for you and our shop”

Jimin answered and took in your hopeful eyes and slight pout and felt his throat close up at the sight. You looked so small and cute and Jimin suddenly felt even more drunk than before. He didn’t even notice that he had moved his hands up to cup your cheeks in his hands until he felt the soft skin under his fingertips.

Goosebumps rose on your skin at his touch and you weren’t sure if this moment was still about a friend comforting another friend as they were feeling upset. Seeing Jimin’s glossy eyes, his slightly parted lips and messy, fluffy hair in the soft lighting from the street lamps had you feeling like the mood had suddenly changed,

“Jimin, what-“

You didn’t get to ask the full question, as Jimin had already pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. Plush lips moulding to yours with careful movements and shy pecks until you ran out of breath and needed to pull away. Lightly pushing at his chest, you brought some distance between the two of you. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and Jimin seemed to be equally out of breath.

Even though there had definitely been some kind of atmosphere surrounding you just moments before, this was the last thing you expected to happen. You needed to sort through your brain and find the ability to speak before the silence grew too awkward. Jimin just kissed you, you were sure he expected at least some kind of response.

You brought a hand to your forehead, combing through some of the hair in the front and trying to find the right words.

Jimin on the other hand was too starstruck too even realise your inner turmoil. He was having a hard time just coming to terms with the fact, that he had just kissed you without any warning or build-up and that he was still drunk as heck. His brain was working overtime right now, trying to process all the different feelings and experiences that had occurred in the last thirty seconds. He could still feel your skin under his fingers, could still feel his lips tingle from the way they moved against yours and the taste you left on them. It was a lot,

“Umm… I- I need to go”

You stammered and suddenly turned around to flee to your room, leaving a perplexed Jimin standing in the hallway.

Shutting the door behind you a little too forcefully you took a deep breath. What the hell just happened?

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2. Birthday Kisses

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Y/N promised herself she would never date a musician. It was her one rule–her only rule, actually–when it came to dating. But then, Harry Styles rolled into her life and asked her to break it, just this once. And this is what happened.

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Harry had spent days trying to figure out where to take Y/N for their date. She said he would get one date, and so he was going to make sure it counted. After speaking to his mum and Gemma, as well as James Corden because it’s always good to have a grown man’s opinion, and the entirety of his band. On James’s recommendation, he found a drive-in movie theater on the outskirts of LA. Perfect because it was simple, would allow them to talk, and most of all, it was private. He would drive his own car with the tinted windows and he wouldn’t even really have to talk to anyone. Y/N had made it perfectly obvious that she wasn’t interested in dating a musician, so Harry wanted to keep their date as low key as possible as a result—he wanted her to forget what his job was and just get to know him as a person.

Deciding what to wear for their date was possibly harder, though. Did he just wear jeans and t-shirt? A button down? It was January, so did he go for a sweater? He had Harry Lambert on FaceTime for two hours going through outfits before Lambert told him to just pick something comfortable and that he had to go to bed. So Harry settled on a black button down and black jeans—simple, but he felt good in it. Confident. And he thought he looked good too—he had been working out, partially for Dunkirk filming back in the 2016, but also just generally. Since the band had broken up he had had more time to actually dedicate to himself, and he enjoyed it. Before, exercise had always been something squeezed into the day on the road, him half exhausted and barely alive enough to focus, and now he had energy and the motivation. It was a completely different experience. (It also helped that the other guys weren’t distracting him the whole time.)

At five thirty, he drove over to Y/N’s place—she’d moved out of her dad’s house after the renovation a few days ago. She had told him over text and he had to admit, he felt honored that she had shared facts of her life over text with him after how hesitant she was to go on the date with him.

I’m here, he texted her when he pulled up outside her building. It was an older style but in a nice neighborhood, a light brown brick exterior and not too modern. Can I come up?

Sure, she answered, Just finishing getting ready. Apt. 3C

He pulled on sunglasses, his lame attempt at a disguise, and headed inside, entering the gate code she sent over. He bounded up the stairs, thankful for the exercise to keep his brain busy. If he had taken the elevator he would’ve just stood there panicking. A welcome mat sat outside her door saying Welcome Home! and he smiled at it before knocking softly on her door.

She opened it a few beats later, shoeless and only one earring in. “Hi,” her voice breathless. “Sorry I’m a mess still, come on in.”

“No problem,” he answered, stepping inside. “Shoes on or…?”

“On is fine,” she replied. “I’m not as anal about it as my Dad is.”

Harry nodded, leaving his shoes on, and glanced around her place. There were some things still in disarray, probably from the recent renovation, but all in all it looked perfectly lived in and homey. He missed London and his house, the feeling of having a home base and someplace that felt like his own. He liked the house he was renting for the time being, but it wasn’t his, the bed wasn’t as comfortable as his one in Hampstead, and he desperately missed his expensive blender for morning smoothies. “I like your place.”

Y/N glanced around the space before back at him. “Thank you. Um, make yourself at home? I’ll be just a few.” With that, she was gone into a bedroom, Harry left in the kitchen. He wandered into the living room and explored her bookcase. She had a great selection of stuff, everything from classics like Zora Neale Hurston to The Hunger Games, which Harry had secretly adored and read three times. The walls were laden with picture frames of her and friends from what seemed like her time in college—kegs and Halloween costumes featured prominently, as well as some with her friends at the beach. He tried not to think about her in a bikini for too long. There was also a framed sheet of paper and when he looked closer he realized it was the lyrics to her father’s most famous song, one which he realized was definitely about becoming a father to Y/N. He had listened to all of her father’s music in preparation for their songwriting session and this one was one of his favorites, the raw emotion in it breathtaking.

“Okay,” she aid, entering the doorway of her room. “I’m ready.” She had a different top, the soft purple chiffon falling in vents, swishing as she moved. A pair of loose but flattering denim jeans on her legs, black booties giving her a few more inches in height. A pale red lip and light eyeliner that made her brown eyes pop, the same kind that had been done on my own eyes for many a photoshoot. She looked perfect, gorgeous, like words he didn’t even have.

“You look…incredible,” he said, struggling to speak.

Y/N glanced down at her clothes and then back at him. “Uh, thank you. You too.”

Harry smiled at her and then nodded to the door. “C’mon, we don’t want to be late.”

“You have’t even told me where we’re going!”

“It’s a secret.”

“I don’t want it to be a secret,” she said when they got in the elevator. Harry didn’t want to make her climb down stairs in her boots.

“Well, you’ll have to live,” Harry replied. He hoped she liked the date. If not, he was truly fucked.

When he pulled into the drive-in, Y/N laughed and the sound made Harry’s heart soar. It wasn’t too packed, it being a Wednesday night and all, so they were able to get a spot without too many cars around. He pulled the popcorn bags and bars of chocolate he had brought out from the backseat and handed her a bottle of water.

“You thought of everything, didn’t you?” She said, accepting the bottle with a smile. “What’s the film?”

“The Birds,” he replied, “hope that’s okay. I love Hitchcock and assumed everyone does, but if it’s not your cup of tea we can go—“

She shook her head at him, fingers coming to grip his thigh in a way that set his skin on fire. “It’s perfect. Love this film—Dad and I watched it together years ago and I’ve been meaning to re-watch.”

Harry smiled at her, settling back into his seat. “Candy or popcorn?”

“Popcorn definitely,” she answered, taking the back he handed her. “What about you? Sweet or salty?”

“Depends on the sweet.” He raised the chocolate bar. “This, for instance, is an always. But something like Dum Dums? No thank you.”

“Who even eats Dum Dums?”

Harry chuckled. “Not me.”

Y/N tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and Harry went to fiddle with the radio, turning the channel to match the one for the film. “I’m glad you persuaded me to come,” she said softly, voice barely audible above the sound from the radio as the previews started. “Been a while since I went on a date.”

Harry looked at her in surprise. “I’m happy you came,” he replied. Clearing his throat, he continued, “truth be told, I wanted to ask you out the moment I saw you. Mainly just to get to know you better. I also, honestly, loved how comfortable you were in the music scene—a lot of girls I’ve dated in the past aren’t and it becomes an issue.”

“I get that,” she said. “It’s not the easiest for outsiders.” Before Harry could respond, the film started, and their attention was redirected to the massive screen in front of them.

Even though he was supposed to be watching the screen, his eyes kept flittering back to Y/N. Her side profile entranced him, the curl of her hair perfectly coiled—he wondered what products she used, maybe he should try them? Lou had been telling him to actually get a grip on his hair care routine, but most days lately he couldn’t be bothered. It’s not like he was doing press anyways. When Y/N gasped, hand reaching from the popcorn back to grip his thigh, he tensed and not from panic, but from desire. He wanted to kiss her lips, her lips with faded red lipstick from eating popcorn, her lips that curved up when she smiled and looked soft and utterly delicious.

When he saw she was fidgeting, not able to figure out where to place her legs, he snatched her ankles and dragged them over to his lap. It was a reflex and one that earned him a “What are you doing?” but when he started rubbing her calves in circles, a soft murmur left her mouth and she looked back to the film. Harry loved her feet in his lap, allowing him the ability to notice the daisy chain tattooed around her left ankle. A gasp tumbled into the car when he ran his finger along the skin, her eyes meeting his and suddenly the air in the car changed completely.

It was an hour into the film and other than brief conversation about the film, Y/N saying how much more fucked up it was than she remembered, it had been mostly silent. Harry wondered if she was as preoccupied with how much she wanted him as he was with how much he wanted her.

Then suddenly, her kicked off her boots so she was just in her socks, and with her eyes still on the screen, she rubbed her foot down on his dick. Harry let out a hiss, unable to process what was happening or the shiver that went up his back at the pressure. “Y/N,” he said in a warning. “What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” she said, innocent as hell except for the smirk on her lips.

“You little minx.” He tossed her boots into the backseat and tickled the bottom of her feet, the squeak that left her mouth allowing him to feel like he’d gotten some form of revenge. “Bored or something?”

Y/N giggled and the sound made Harry’s heart soar. “No, just interested in something else.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

Harry trailed his fingers up her leg slowly, basking in the soft moan that filled the car. “Y/N, I really want to kiss you,” he said, not even fearing her response to the words. She’d started it. He wanted to finish it.

Y/N looked back at him, eyes finally leaving the screen. “Then kiss me,” she said bluntly and Harry didn’t waste another second. He leaned over the center console and tugged Y/N to him with his fingers at the back of her neck and when their lips met Harry kicked himself for not doing this earlier. Her lips were soft, just like he’d thought, and salty from the popcorn, a butter sheen making them delectable. Her fingers wound through his hair, tugging gently, a hiss falling from his mouth and into hers. He ignored the crink in his neck from the position and instead focused on the way Y/N pressed soft kisses to the corners of his mouth. Her hand slid down his front, tucking her fingers between the buttons of his shirt, goosebumps raising on his skin.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, her name a plea and a question all in one. He didn’t want to overstep her boundaries, the memory of her rule—No musicians—echoing loudly in his brain. But he also wanted to kiss her until the end of time.

“Can you move your seat back?” She asked, brushing her thumb along his jaw. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, but he did as she asked. And then she swung her legs over the console, one knee on either side of his waist, and he understood. And he was not mad in the slightest.

Their lips reconnected as a scream came from the radio, but neither of them paid it any mind. The movie was a forgotten memory, their entire focus on where their lips met, nipped at one another, and battled for dominance. Y/N’s hands scrambled all over his body, curling into his button down and leaving wrinkles Harry didn’t give a fuck about. The way her fingernails dug into his skin through the fabric made him buck into her and he loved the gasp that left her mouth, the way her thighs tightened around his hips. He wanted to hear her sounds on an endless loop, noise cancelling headphones on and the world drowned out around him. All he wanted to hear, to see, to smell, was Y/N. The subtle, clean perfume she had put on, her lavender shampoo he could smell when he nestled his nose below her ear to lick her lobe, the faint scent of marijuana and Harry couldn’t help but wonder if she’d smoke with him sometime.

Harry squeezed her hips, ruching her shirt up so he could brush his fingers across her skin. A whine escaped her lips and he chased it with his lips, wanting to hear more. He licked into her mouth, their tongues meeting. Y/N sucked hesitantly on his tongue and he groaned, Y/N giggling against his lips at the sound. “You menace,” he said, kissing a line down the column of her neck. “Driving me mad.” He nipped at the skin at the base of her neck and Y/N’s fingers curled into his hair, holding him there as she bucked her hips against him.

Kissing Y/N was everything Harry had been dreaming about since he met her. He had had actual dreams of kissing her, of knowing what it felt like to touch her skin, of her running her fingers down his arms like she was doing right in that second. He had woken up wondering if her lips would taste as good as they did in his dreams. In reality, she tasted better than he could’ve ever imagined. Sweeter, like a dewy English morning.

“Harry,” Y/N said, pulling away slightly from him. He tried to chase her lips but she just giggled and shook her head.

“What? Miss your lips.” He pressed a litter of kisses across her cheeks and her jaw, earning him gasps until Y/N tugged his head back from her.

“The seat buckle,” her words breathless, “it’s digging into my knee.”

Harry looked down and found that it was, indeed, digging into her kneecap in a way that was most definitely not comfortable. “We, uh, could go in the backseat?” Her face was unreadable and panic seized him—had he crossed a line? “Or we can stop—either is fine with me, I just want to be around you, we don’t have to do anything more and we can stop what we’re doing, I don’t—“

She shushed him with a finger to his lips. “Can we just stop for right now? I…I don’t want to rush into anything.”

Harry nodded quickly, running his hand up her back, desperately wish he could touch her bare skin under her shirt. “Of course. Wanna sit in your seat?”

Y/N looked at her seat and then at him. “Um, not really.”

His eyebrows quirked in response.

“Can I sit with you?” Her voice was small, hesitant. This Y/N was so unlike the one he had met, the strong and fierce girl who told him no. Here, Y/N was cautious in a different way, wanting to make sure what she did was okay with him too, and it warmed his heart that she cared about making him comfortable in the same way he did.

“ Of course, love,” the pet name slipping from his lips without a second thought. “C’mere.” With some difficulty, they adjust so that he was holding her, reclining his chair back slightly. Her body curled up, head resting on his shoulder, legs hooked over his in the small space between his seat and the door. Harry held her knees so they didn’t slip with one hand, the other trailing up and down her back. Y/N’s fingers traced circles on his abdomen and Harry tried to restrain from moaning, but he could feel the singe of her touch through his shirt and it destroyed him. “That better?”

“Mhmm,” she answered, eyes on the movie. “You’re comfortable.”

Harry chuckled, loving the way her mouth curled upwards at her little joke. He loved the feeling of her body against him, her weight pressed into him. A calm washed over him that he hadn’t felt since he was in London. With lips pressed to her hair, he settled in to watch the rest of the film, deciding he wouldn’t move her unless she asked, no matter how much his thighs ached.

After the movie ended, they drove to get ice creams, Y/N running inside to grab them so they didn’t run the risk of anyone seeing Harry. He drove down I5 to get back to her apartment, the lights of the city passing by them as they drove. Y/N told Harry about her work, the recent projects she was on, her co-workers who she adored, especially Jamie, the other strategist on her level. Harry listened intently, wanting to absorb every piece of information she told him like he was going to be tested on it later.

As he pulled up to her building, Y/N leaned over and turned down the volume of the music that had been playing in the background. It was Harry’s driving playlist, a lovingly curated collection of his favorite songs, one that was always a test for him of a person’s musical likeness. Y/N bopped her head along to all of his favorites, softly singing the lyrics to The Chain, so she officially passed the test.

“I had fun tonight,” Y/N said, looking over at him.

Harry threw the car in park and met her eyes. “Me too.” He wanted to ask if he could take her out again, but he didn’t want to rush her—he’d promised to take it at her pace, and he would keep that promise.

Y/N picked at her fingernails, the blue varnish chipping at the tips. “Would you want to do this again?”

A grin crossed Harry’s face, his highest hope realized. “I’d love to. I’ll text you?” Y/N nodded, and Harry took her hand in his, raising it to his lips and pressing a delicate kiss to her knuckles. “Text me when you’re in, okay?”

Faster than he could process, Y/N leaned across the console and kissed him. A quick, albeit deep kiss to his lips that left his mind scrambling as she pulled away and opened the car door. Her top swished in the wind as she walked away from him, the light from the street-lamps illuminating her figure in the dark night. Harry watched as she walked away, fading from sight, The 1975’s Somebody Else coming on shuffle.

His phone illuminated with a text from her a beat later. Inside. Thanks for tonight! :)

I’m happy I could get a second date, he replied, trying to be funny. Can’t wait to see you again xx

She replied with a heart and Harry tried not to read too much into it as he drove away with the windows down, Matty Healy’s voice filling the night air.

It had been two weeks since Harry took Y/N to the drive in, and since then Y/N’s days had been filled with texts from Harry at all hours of the day. He would send her memes he found on Twitter or Instagram, sometimes a photo of his lunch for the day, and ask her about work. She’d send him a selfie of her work outfit when she was feeling particularly confident and he’s text back a heart eye emoji, and one night after a few glasses of wine they FaceTimed, both in their pajamas in bed. Those quiet, soft moments, were the ones that kept Y/N feeling close to Harry in between hours here and there watching films and making out on their respective couches.

Curled up on her couch, Harry holding her close, fingers threading through her hair as they watched The Good Place, Y/N couldn’t remember feeling this at ease this quickly with any other men she’d dated. But with Harry, she felt comfortable in her oversized sweatshirt and ratty sweatpants, hair tossed into a messy bun and her glasses perched on her nose, a glass of wine in her hand. There wasn’t a part of her who felt like she still had to impress him, he was just…Harry. And that was the part that scared her, because if she forgot about his job, about his popularity, did that mean she would let him get too close? She had made her rule for a reason, and this moment was a prime example of how important it was.

The episode ended, Netflix asking them if they were still watching, and Harry squeezed her shoulder. “Want some more?” He asked, nodding to her wine glass.

“Sure,” she answered, sitting up and handing it to him. “We might need to open a fresh bottle—there’s more—“

“In the pantry, I know,” he said, cutting her off with a smile. He’d spent many nights with her on this couch and at this point she didn’t need to tell him where the forks were or where here recycling bin was.

Y/N tugged the blanket around her shoulders, cold from Harry leaving, and pressed pause on the TV. “Another episode?”

“Obviously,” Harry responded from the kitchen. She rolled over so she could watch him prepare the wine glasses, the sight of him standing in her kitchen, opening the wine on her marble countertops made her stomach flutter with butterflies. Every day that passed made it harder to hold him at a distance. “Are you free on the 1st?” He asked out of nowhere, pouring the wine into their glasses.

“Not sure,” Y/N responded. “Why?”

Harry looked up at her with a devious smile, the one Y/N had grown to enjoy. “It’s my birthday. Having a party and I was hoping you’d come.”

The idea of being in a room full of Harry’s friends, most of whom she would’t know, made Y/N’s head spin. But then again, she thought to herself, it wouldn’t be much different from going to an industry function with her dad and she’d been doing that since she was in diapers. She could hold her own. And plus, it was Harry’s birthday and the prospect of seeing him drunk and happy and eating cake was worth some discomfort. “Sure.”

His face lit up, eyes sparkling under the low lights of her kitchen. “Brilliant. Can’t wait for you to meet everyone—you’ll love them.” He brought over the wine glasses, tugging her back into his chest, arms a secure safe haven. “Now press play, wanna see what Eleanor and Chidi get up to this time.”

“I just want them to get together already,” she said, pressing play and settling into him, her face on his chest.

“Mhm,” he agreed, fingers scratching her scalp in the way she loved, and she tried not to let her eyes drift shut to the sound of his heart beating and the TV going.

With a gin and tonic in her hand and a forced smile on her face, Y/N wove her way through the crowd, trying to find Harry. She didn’t want to seem desperate, but he was her safety blanket of sorts—she didn’t know any of these people. Harry seemed to run in different circles from her dad and the people she’d grown up around, and the prospect of having to be a leech to Harry all night wasn’t exactly comforting. She didn’t want to be that annoying new girl that he had to introduce to everyone.

But then she heard her name from somewhere around her and she knew immediately that it was him. “Y/N!” Her eyes swept around her surroundings until they fell on his smile. He had his hair pushed back by a pair of sunglasses—despite that it was dark out—and he was in a velvet top with a crewneck underneath it. It was impossible, she thought, not to notice how stunning he was. She also wondered how much effort it would take to get him to take that crewneck off, because after the other times he had worn an unbuttoned shirt around her she knew it was one of her favorite things for him to wear.

She decided she would ask him when she gave him his birthday present.

Cutting through the people around her, Excuse me and I’m sorrys falling from her lips as she made her way over to the birthday boy, Y/N considered what he would make of her gift. She’d thought about it long and hard, called her best friend Hanna and Jamie on FaceTime to make sure she wasn’t being too presumptuous, but they’d reassured her she was fine. Overdue, even.

“Happy Birthday,” she said when she reached him, his hand immediately slipping around her waist. From the gleam in his eyes, she assumed he was a few drinks in and she wondered what silly dance moves he would whip out tonight. He’d shown her some earlier in the week after she had made them dinner and he’d had her giggling in seconds.

Harry’s hand squeezed the flesh at her hip, sending tingles up her spine, his eyes not leaving hers. “Thank you, baby.” It was the first time he’d used the nickname and Y/N tried not to think about the way it made her heart constrict with desire. “You look gorgeous.”

Jamie and Hanna had persuaded her to wear the outfit, despite her fears it was too much, but with Harry’s eyes on her and the way his hand curved into her body, she decided it was the right move. The short skirt and knee high boots she had been wanting to break out for ages, a silver top tucked loosely into the waistband to emphasize the curve of her waist. “Thanks,” she replied. “Now you going to introduce me, or will I have to do that myself?”

Harry blinked and the man and woman he was talking to chuckled. Y/N was happy she had made a good first impression—maybe making a joke or two at Harry’s expense would be her ice breaker. Not too many to where it hurt him, but enough to show people that she didn’t care about his fame, that to her he was just Harry, the idiot who did the Macarena in her living room to ABBA. “Oh, this is Mitch and Sarah,” he said, “they’re in my band. Mitch, Sarah, this is Y/N.”

“Pleasure,” the woman said, reaching out to hug Y/N. The display of affection warmed Y/N—maybe she wouldn’t have to be alone all night. This woman, Sarah, seemed lovely, and if she was in Harry’s band then she’d probably be seeing more of her at some point. “Harry mentioned you the other day. Said you have a sweet little place in Atwater?”

“Yes!” Y/N replied, her neighborhood one of her favorite topics of discussion. “I love it—moved in right after I graduated and it’s been perfect.”

“And what do you do, Y/N?” Mitch asked, taking a sip of his beer in his hand.

“Brand strategy,” Harry answered for her. “She’s utterly brilliant at it too—Y/N can you tell them about the project you were talking about at dinner on Tuesday?”

His words caused Y/N to glance at him with shock. She’d never had a guy answer for her before, but she could tell it wasn’t from a place of Harry trying to speak over her, but a place of pride—and support. “Yeah—it’s for a new ethical clothing brand out of Seattle, they’re working on size-inclusive athletic attire for women. The models for the campaign are going to be super diverse and I’m really excited to see it in the industry, since it’s been few and far between, especially in the fitness space.”

Sarah nodded along and Y/N could tell that she got it. “I’d love to know the company—could you text it to me?”

Harry gave Y/N another squeeze and she swallowed the smile that threatened to stay plastered on her face if Harry did that one more time. “Sure thing.” Sarah typed her number into Y/N’s phone, a little sunflower next to her name that reminded Y/N of Harry. It felt good to have a connection to one of Harry’s friends, especially someone as lovely as Sarah seemed.

And Sarah didn’t disappoint. She made Y/N her pet project for the evening, taking over when Harry had to talk to someone, keeping Y/N entertained and introducing her to people. By the time she had finished her second drink, she fonud herself deep in a conversation about a new art exhibit downtown that Jamie had mentioned to her. The thought of Harry’s presence hadn’t even popped into her head and it was nice to be independent in the space, to hold her own in the crowd. She realized that she fit in with his friends, despite her fears.

Harry kept on coming over though, grabbing her hand and leading her to talk to someone he worked with or was close with or he thought she’d find interesting. He refilled their glasses when she asked and kept an arm wrapped around her waist, a smile beaming down at her that filled her with joy. To be so supported by a man she’d only been seeing for a matter of weeks felt unreal, but she wasn’t mad about it. The newest conversation was with an up and coming photographer who Harry had taken a liking to, Harry explained to her.

“And this is my girlfriend Y/N,” he said, gesturing to her.

The title of girlfriend almost passed her over completely, but when she processed it, it stopped her dead in her tracks. They hadn’t talked about titles, about officially being boyfriend and girlfriend, as silly as the term sounded. Every other time he’d introduced her , it was just Y/N, although she assumed the way he held her close probably gave away their relationship to anyone who had eyes. After all, it had only been a few weeks, so they were still infatuated with touching one another. Y/N couldn’t keep her hands off of him either, fingers slipping into a belt loop absentmindedly or creeping up his back and rubbing circles there while he talked.

And maybe it was for those reasons that the word girlfriend didn’t affect her as much as she expected it to. It felt somewhat right, even, she thought. It wasn’t like she particularly wanted to be seeing anyone else, after all—Harry had swooped into her life and she’d become obsessed with spending time with him, despite her rule and her objections to the idea of him. He had shocked her with his charm and honesty and intellect, the way he listened to her and asked her questions, how he held her close and murmured his commentary to films in her ear, willing to jump up and get her ice cream anytime she asked. Even though he was the definition of the man she had always promised herself she would never date, the idea of ending things made her recoil.

So she let the term slide. She smiled and shook the man’s hand, listening intently to him describe his newest exhibition and tucked his business card into her purse when he handed it to her. Later, she told herself. She’d talk to Harry later.

She cheered when Harry blew out the birthday candles on his cake, laughing along with everyone else when James Corden tried to shove his face into the cake. When Harry kissed the top of her head chastely, lips sweet with icing, she reveled in the moment, taking a bite of her own slice. It was late and she was getting tired and she desperately wanted to give Harry his gift with the more time that passed and the more messy his curls got and the more drinks she had. And then Harry started dancing with Sarah and James and a dozen other people, and suddenly he was dragging her onto the dance floor, holding her close and shimmying his hips along to Ariana Grande with her. Her head tipped back and a laugh rang through the night and she decided there was simply no way she could break it off. Harry had proved her wrong and she was going to let him continue.

Their kisses were heavy when they stumbled into Y/N’s apartment, the door slamming shut behind them. It was after midnight and they were both quite tipsy, maybe even drunk. Harry more so than her, but not to the point where he couldn’t tell her how everything she did made him feel.

“Your lips are heaven,” he said, pressing a line down her throat with her pressed up against the door. “How are they so soft? Do you have some special scrub or somethin’?”

“It’s from fresh,” she answered. “Fuck, Harry.” His hand had wrapped around her thigh and tugged it up around his hip so that he could press himself into her center and the friction had her sweating. The combination of his weight against hers and the wetness of his tongue on her collarbones as he sucked a kiss into her skin left her squirming in his hold, hands gripping his coat tightly in her hands. “Get this off,” she said, pushing at his coat.

“Bossy,” he chuckled, shrugging it off, the material falling to the ground. “Want me out of anything else, ma’am?”

Mischief twinkled in his eyes and Y/N wanted him completely naked, but that was a bit much for the entryway to her apartment. “Shirt.”

He unbuttoned his velvet shirt, pulling it off, but Y/N caught it in her hands. He looked at her quizzically, trying to understand what she was doing.

“Want this on,” she explained, holding up the velvet top. “And that one off.” Her fingers pulled at the neck of his crewneck and Harry’s eyes trailed to her fingers and then back to her face.

“I like your brain,” he said simply. And then complied with her request, crewneck over his head and on the ground. Y/N’s fingers were on his chest immediately, drawing patterns over his tattoos that she knew were there from seeing him in tank tops and thin t-shirts, but it was another thing entirely to be able to touch the ink on his body.

When he tugged on his velvet shirt, Y/N smiled, touching the fabric. “Should’ve just worn this.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Her hands slid under the material, desperate to touch him again.

“I’ll make sure to get your approval next time.”

“Good.” Then, she pulled his lips back to hers, the touch of his mouth on hers leaving her humming. He ate it up, tongue licking into her mouth, the taste of tequila and cake filling her senses. His hand drifted up her side, squeezing the skin next to her breasts. She knew what he wanted and she didn’t want to say no to him. “Bedroom?”

Harry’s eyes widened, dropping to her lips and then back up to her eyes. “You sure?”

“Positive,” she answered. Then, she leaned in so she could whisper in his ear, “I have a present to give you.”

With that information, Harry swept her up in his arms, ignoring her pleas for him to set her down, and carried her into the bedroom. Dropping her onto the duvet, he crawled up her body like a cat, head nuzzling into her skin in a way that was so sweet Y/N didn’t know what to do with herself. “I want my present,” Harry mumbled. “What do I have to unwrap, baby?”

Y/N mewled at the last word of his sentence and he winked at her. Baby. “You said that earlier.”

He lifted his head and looked at her. “And?”

A smile wormed its way onto her face. “I like it.”

“Good,” he said, tucking his face back into her body, blowing hot air over her breasts. She could feel the sensation through the fabric of her top and it tightened her nipples, begging for more. “You like anything else I said tonight?”

“Hmm?”

“When we were talking to Eric,” he said, not meeting her eyes, instead pressing wet kisses down her tummy, rucking the hem of the fabric up slightly so he could touch her skin. “Called you something.”

Girlfriend. She knew where he was going and she couldn’t help but chuckle at his coyness. “I caught that.”

He licked into her bellybutton, a yelp escaping her mouth at the sensation. “Thoughts?”

“Can you take my shirt off already, boyfriend?” She didn’t even pause—she’d thought about it for the rest of the night, toying with the terms. The time had allowed her to process and now she knew what she wanted—she wanted him. She’d figure the rest of it out later, but first she wanted him.

Finally, Harry met her eyes. His face was illuminated by the light from her bedside table lamp, the soft glow showing the light tan to his skin, his green eyes popping up to hers. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He kissed the soft skin above her belly button. “We’ll talk more about it later. But first, I want to see you.” Y/N leaned up and helped him take her shirt off, then shimmy the skirt down her hips. She kicked her boots off somewhere in the process. Lying in just her underwear for him, she tried not to squirm under his gaze as he took inventory of every inch of her exposed skin. “Beautiful,” he finally breathed out, eyes glassy and lips wet. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Your turn,” she said, tugging at his pants. “Get out of these.”

“Give me a second, Jesus woman,” he said, batting her hands away so he could get the button undone. The jeans were tight, which Y/N didn’t hesitate to make fun of him for, and Harry just rolled his eyes at her. “You love them,” he countered and he wasn’t wrong. When he hovered over her in just his boxers, Y/N decided he was positively delectable. Her hands pushed off his top that he had kept on just for her, the fabric falling somewhere on her floor.

“Roll over,” she directed, pushing at his torso so he would lay down in the space next to her.

He was compliant, completely under her spell. In just their underwear, there was far more skin to explore and Y/N planning to take advantage of her opportunity. She ran her hands over his skin, every tattoo earning a kiss from her lips, mumbling how pretty he was as she went down his body. It was like a map, and a map she wanted to know by heart. When he bucked into her core, Y/N smirked at him, Harry groaning as she ignored what he needed.

“Quite bossy, aren’t you?”

“It’s my birthday present, ain’t it?”

Y/N pressed a finger to his lips, hushing him as she had before and yet again, it worked. “Haven’t even told you what it is.” Clamoring off his body, she made her way lower, resting next to his knees. She brushed a finger over the outline of him in his boxer, a guttural moan filling the room at her touch. “That’s your birthday gift,” she told him, words falling soft in the space around them.

“Yeah?” He choked out as she gripped him harder through his boxers. “Please, Y/N, please.” His begs did something to her, his desperation pulling the same from her. She wanted to touch him, to have him in her mouth, to know how he tasted.

Her fingers pulled at his boxers, tugging them down his long legs and letting them fall to the end of her bed. His cock sprung up against his belly, hard and heavy, the tip pink from his desire. “Needy, hm?” Y/N didn’t usually do dirty talk, but with Harry it just fell from her mouth without another thought. The comfort of being with him made her usual worries about what she said collapse, her only thought his pleasure. “What do you want, baby?”

The pet name seemed to do something special to him because he bucked up into the air with a hiss. “Hands. Mouth. Anything.”

Y/N could do anything. She slid back into the spot between his legs and licked a solid stripe up the underside of him, the growl that left his mouth music to her ears. Taking the tip into her mouth she bobbed down as far as she could—she wanted to surprise him, start strong. None of this slow and steady crap. She wanted Harry to know how good she was, how good she could make him feel. She wanted to rock his fucking world.

And she did. She built a steady tempo, taking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth in her hands, rubbing him up and down, the slick of her saliva making the work easy. Harry’s hand found her hair, thumbing through it to keep it out of her face, the sweet motion making her heart sing. Every once in a while she would push down so that he hit the back of her throat and keep him there as long as she could, inhaling through her nose, the choked groan from his chest making the feeling worth it. When his hips popped up, his tip pressing deeper, she let him do it, loving the feeling of him in her mouth. She loved the moans filling the air and the way he rasped her name like the chorus to his favorite song, how he tugged on her hair and wound the strands between his fingers.

She decided that going down on him was her new favorite past time. She would make it a fucking national sport if that meant she could do it every day, because seeing him falling apart from her and her alone brought her a kind of gratification she had never felt.

“Close?” Her words pulled him from a daze, tongue darting over his lower lip.

“Yeah.”

That made Y/N double down her efforts. She wanted him to cum, she wanted it so badly she felt it in every bone of her body. “Want you to come,” she mumbled against him, the vibrations of her voice sending shocks through his body. “Come for me, H.”

He gasped, bucking into her mouth. “You—your mouth? I—“

“Come for me, baby,” her voice a beg, a plea. She wanted to taste him, to know how what he tasted like, to kiss him with the taste still lingering on her tongue.

When he came, she had to wonder if this was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. The way he tossed his head back, mouth in a silent scream as he emptied into her mouth. He held her head in place lightly, just enough so there was weight but not too much where she couldn’t move, his other hand gripping the duvet cover in a tight grip. And his taste—he tasted a bit salty, but she didn’t mind. It was tangy, a taste that was him, and she loved it. She held him there on her tongue until he stopped, the ropes of his orgasm stopping finally, and she slipped him from her mouth. As he settled, his chest rose and fell quickly, regaining his breath.

She pressed her head to his thigh, out of breath too, her eyes on him. Watching him regain composure was a sight she would dream of, his hair scattered across her pillow in disarray, the flush to his cheeks, the pants from his parted lips.

“C’mere,” he finally said, voice raw. “Want a kiss.”

Y/N didn’t make him wait. She crawled up his body, legs on either side of his stomach and pressed her lips to his. The idea of him tasting himself on her tongue made her hot, her center clenching, but it was all about Harry tonight. “Happy Birthday,” she mumbled against his lips and he chuckled. “Hope it was a good one.”

“Best one yet,” he told her, smoothing her hair behind her ear. “Tired?”

She nodded, face held in his hands. “Stay?”

Harry smiled and pressed a kiss to her nose. “Course. Got an extra toothbrush?”

In the morning, she woke up in his embrace, arms curled tightly around her frame. He’d kicked some of the covers off overnight, but thankfully he was as hot as a furnace so she wasn’t cold. Without even thinking about it, she cuddled against his chest, shutting her eyes to hold onto the moment a little longer.

“I know you’re awake,” he whispered and Y/N rolled her eyes at him.

Turning over so she could see his face, she murmured, “Sleep well?”

“Perfectly,” he answered. “These sheets are cozy.”

“Target.”

“Huh. Maybe I’ll have to get some.”

She chuckled, pressing her face into his chest. “I don’t wanna get up.”

“Then don’t,” he replied, brushing her hair back. “Wanted to talk to you, though.”

“Hmm?” Her eyes were closed against his skin and it was blissful. He smelled like sweat and his cologne and the distinct smell of Harry, a scent she was quickly growing to adore.

Tucking a leg between hers, he said, “This is a busy year for me. The album’s coming out in May, then Dunkirk in July, then tour in the fall. And I know that you don’t want to date a musician and I know it’s early days, but I—I can’t imagine losing you, you know? So I want to have a plan for how we’re going to do it. Cuz it won’t be easy.”

Y/N looked up at him, the morning sunlight hitting his cheekbones perfectly. “The fact that you even want to have that conversation means so much.” Her words were honest—they showed he cared. He wanted to try, to make it work. “Let’s figure out the specifics when it comes time for that, but for now you’ll be here, yeah?” He nodded and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Let’s make a promise to each other. We talk. All the time about everything and anything. Don’t bottle it up, just share what’s going on in your head. I think that’ll make it somewhat easier. And we visit as much as we can.”

Harry’s fingers ran across the bridge of her nose and then up, a line across the tops of her eyebrows. “I like that.”

“But it’s a continuing conversation, okay?” She added, wanting to make sure this was clear. “We have to keep talking about it, even though it’s harder than it is to ignore it.” It was something she knew from watching her dad over the years and from her own relationship with him. Once she told him that he was gone too much, that she wanted him home, he made it happen. He prioritized her, she just had to remind him that she wanted him there.

“Okay.” Harry kissed her forehead, and then across her cheeks, soft kisses pressed to her skin that left her in giggles. “Now let’s eat something—I’m starved.” Y/N groaned, but let him pull her out of bed. They brushed their teeth together, him pressing toothpaste kisses to her lips, and she let him use her face wash and moisturizer. It was perfect, and for that moment, Y/N’s worries of the future fell away and she hoped she could hold them off. At least for a while.

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indimlights · 4 years ago

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✨Merry christmas Cille✨

To: @birthdaysentiment 💛

-> From: @indimlights (Rodrigo)

Hi Cille! I guess it's up to me to kick off this "little" surprise but I don't even know where to start...

I remember really well the first time I saw a post of yours, I was still lurking back then and the moment I read it I felt so many things, things I don't know how to describe and that I never thought words could make me feel and I knew, I just knew that I had to see more. Fast-forward a couple of hours I knew your blog by heart, I had looked at so many of your posts and every single one was as amazing as the first one, as touching as the first one and as deep as the first one.

The meaning you put on words still gets to me every single day, you have such a way into them and don't even get me started on your music analysis. The moment I read the first one I was mind-blown! The things you catch, the connections you make between the music and the scene, the way you describe the scenes, it makes me go back, relive the moment and feel everything I felt the first time I watched it and all this just by... reading your words! If that doesn't tell me how amazing you are with them I don't know what will.

From that day I always wished I could talk to you, get to know the person behind the words, behind the masterpieces, behind the blog because you seemed like such a sweet person and now... After some time, I got that chance and I'm so happy I got it. You are everything I thought you would be and 1000x more, you are sweet, caring, smart, loving, wise, joyful and so supportive to me and to everyone in this community! You always spread love and that's so important and so nice of you to do, the way you write essays in the tags for everyone's posts just shows that! It's such a simple thing but means so much.

And I'm not even mentioning how talented you are with non-written posts because those are on another level aswell, I mean you always surprise me with your ideas and creativity and just knowing that whenever I come here I will have some sort of attack waiting for me just keeps me going and I love everything you do so much.

I'll never be able to thank you enough for being so welcoming when I barely knew anyone and for making me feel so much more comfortable here! Getting to know you better and to share this experience with someone like you has been a blessing and I wouldn't change any second of it, thank you for everything you have done and for always being so sweet to me. I don't understand what I did to deserve all that but that just shows again how wonderful you are.

I'm wishing you a merry christmas! Surrounded by everyone you love and that makes you happy because you deserve that and so much more, please never change, never stop being like this, a special and wonderful person. I hope you enjoy this surprise :) Have a wonderful day Cille 💛

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-> From: @remy3010 (Remy)

Hihi Cille❤ I love your blog so much especially music analysis! I just fall in love with your music analysis since your first posts.

For me whose mother tongue is not English, it takes a while to read but I'd love to. Because these articles deserve more people to see (including me)！

I have read every article of yours, the content touches me all the time. (Sometimes I have a lot of words want to tell you, But I don’t know how to speak in English..sorry🥺so I give❤ and reblog)

Anyway, thank you for writing beautiful words and sharing with us! I hope you can keep this passion forever, and everything go well. May you have wonderful days my friend ❤

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-> From: @franboos (Francine)

hi bb cille,

wanted to tell u that i love u blog and the time u put into analyzing stuff is shhshdhdhdhd. queen shit. u seen so genuine to talk to idk, i get those nice, non judgmental, relaxed and cool vibes from u. lmao. pls stay on tumblr for as long as u can cuz i love ur posts. u notice such little things in clips from wtfock, like u have a very detailed eye miss hehe. i really want to get to know u more cuz i really think we could vibe v well together, and that’s on perioood 😌. i hope u have a great great day while reading this queen. never stop what you’re doing cuz ur great at it. i love you !!

many kusjes and knuffels*,

fran

(*knuffels means hugs but also stuffed animal in dutch, did u know that? otherwise now u do, nice isn’t it)

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-> From: @dagcutie (Pauline)

hey hey cille!!

I must admit i’m very much a fan of you and your blog

first of all, your posts? chefs kiss!! i mean your music analysis are amazing and so on point, your photo edits are always perfect and the colorings are so beautiful, your long text posts 'drabble/headcanon style' are so cute and always makes me so soft and emotional...

your love for black and white? that’s a big yes!! anyways everything you do is perfect!!

also can we take a moment to appreciate your person? i think we can and we must do it..

you’re always so supportive and kind, all the nice tags you let under peoples creations are so sweet!! I also could cry about how cute you are always leaving lovely messages to people inbox or coming randomly to them to say something nice.. you’re the most beautiful soul and a blessing for this fandom!! please never stop being you!! ily a lot, sending you all my love and i wish you an amazing day<3

knus og kys til dig💛✨

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-> From: @allee-sander (Tanya)

Cille, you are an amazing person. you are so kind and loving. every time i see you on my dash, my face lights up. you are a literal angel. you are loved and appreciated, never forget that.

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-> From: @tsjernobyl (Emma)

Cille, you are a genuinely kind and loving soul who's just on this site to talk about the things you love and spread a little joy and everyone can tell that the moment they go onto your blog. i've seen you be nothing but lovely to everyone you interact with and it's a real honor to be mutuals with you and interact from time to time. You are always one of the sweetest and most supportive people here, and i hope you feel that love flowing back to you at all times because you always have my warmest wishes and love!!!!!

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-> From: @dreamaur (Ann)

How does it feel to be so cool and sweet and supportive??? I love you and your mind and how you see so many details and capture them so well with words,,,queen keep going with your top tier analysis and text posts that make me emotional everything single time

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-> From: @annonymannonym (Alice)

Where do I even begin ummm ... well words may not be enough to describe such angelic human being that Cille is but today is about her *about you Cille* !♡! Honestly I’m so so happy and honoured and so grateful to have meet and know you and come along your blog and your amazing posts and edits , let’s s not forget about the masterpiece that your analysis is cuz I live for every single one of them ! Always so on point and touchy and so so emotionally, they give you a whole new perspective and point of view and helps you connect with the person that goes throught those feelings , helping you understand so much deeper the feelings and the emotions he experience in that right moment( so thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking your time and writing these it really shows how much passion and love you put on making these! they absolute helped me to understand and feel much more the meaning behind all these little moments you captured so so well and wonderful ! ) You’re always such a blessing here so lovely friendly so goodhearted and sooo on ... < insert here all the good compliments in the world > cuz they all applies to you ! Know that you’re so special and such a light a sunshine wherever you are and go , you always spread so much positivity and good energy and love and compassion and you support every single people your way comes along with and you shown so much respect and love and understanding ! Always with a wise and thoughtful mind and with the right words at you using them with so much care and mining fullness ! And your blog i love love love it the b&w aesthetic and your love for it owns my heart !! I adore your posts so much ( or ramblings or thoughts as you may call them but know they are so so much more than that its a way of yours to express yourself and open up and pour every feeling you experience and many people found themselves and feel with you , I find myself in them and resonate with them every time ! ahh and your tags that you write in every post are sooo sweet and cute i could read them all day long just coming on your blog and read them makes my day so much better ) they are such a good way to brighten your day and they put a smile on my face whenever i see you on my dash truly a blessing to have you here! Never forget how unique and special human being you are and every one who has you in their lives are very blessed to have you ! Never change being this beautiful inside and out but most importantly inside ! literally a tresure your soul is and must be protected at all cost so take very good care of it ! Don’t forget to always do what makes you happy and gives joy and peace and just you know that good feeling you have in your chest and heart whenever you do something you love and like with passion and joy. I could say so much more but maybe I’ll repeat myself cuz there are never enough compliments to say about how wonderful person you are! you deserve every single one of them ! I really meant every word i said from the bottom of my heart and know that i really apreciate and love all you do and I’ll be here to support you anytime! You deserve the absolute world and more!! love you Cille! ♡ Okey bye✿

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-> From: @robbesdriesen (Bianca)

Cille ~ such a lovely presence to see on my dash always!! Your support towards everyone in the fandom is more than appreciated and so is your love that you continuously aim to spread <3

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-> From: @happilyinsane (Dharaa)

Hey Cille 💕

Just wanted to say that I think you are really sweet and lovely. I see you everywhere on the tumblr. Wanna thank you for keeping this fandom alive during the drought and keep us entertained. I see your tags on people's posts and I always feel like you are so kind and sweet to spend your time appreciating people's work. Doesn't matter if its a photo or an edit or whatever. You are so nice to pay attention to everyone individually. You are such a good friend/mutual, always appreciating and sliding into their asks and just making their day a lil bit better. You definitely bring so many smiles on our faces. I am sure everyone is very thankful to have you in this fandom, I know I am.

I know we haven't interacted that much but thank you for sliding into my asks and giving me an opportunity to interact with you. You are the sweetest, baby. And I hope you like this whole thing that Rodrigo is doing, because you definitely deserve it. Keep lighting up our dashes with your posts, pls. Ilysm 💕

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-> From: @alwaysaneverland (Sarah)

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-> From: @theflowerisblue (Lola)

Cille! You’re such a present part of the tag! You’re always interacting and posting and I love reading what you have to say. Your music analysis are so interesting and I also think you’re really funny! I love your black and white aesthetic and most of all I love how supportive and positive you’re towards everyone!

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-> From: @fvae (Fae)

hi cille!! I'm really glad to have met you through this fandom and I hope you like the surprise!! I loved to read your song analysis because they're always on point and well thought of👌 💯 and your edits!! *chef's kiss*

sending you lots of love and hugs 💕💖💫

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-> From: @embeddedinmybrain (Tasfia)

Hi Cille! You are just a ray of sunshine!! And you are the sweetest and kindest person here. I loved following through with your wtfock music analysis posts bc everything you felt is exactly what I felt. They made me really emotional!! And of course I (and Sarah and Fae) appreciate your tags for moyo season so much. We wait for them and we read them to each other and we just love seeing your reactions to it. Your edits are incredibly amazing too and I love the colouring in them. You are just an amazing sweetheart and I’m so glad to know you 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕

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-> From: @veerledejaegers (Soph)

Cille, you are very friendly and sweet, always insightful and seem like an incredibly lovely person that i hope i can get to know better ❤️(also love the black and white aesthetic)

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-> From: @sanderxrobbee (Semri)

Cilleeeeeeeeeeee loml!!!! Merry Christmas to you! I genuinely wish you all the best and I hope you get to spend all the holidays in the best way possible! You’re such a blessing to this fandom because you’re talented in every single way, whether it’s your writing or your godly Photoshop skills, oh and let’s not forget your dedication because you’re there all the time to brighten our days and make us smile. I haven’t known you for long, but I truly love and appreciate all you do and I’m grateful that you always take the time to compliment everything and everyone. You have no idea how much it makes me smile when you say my gifs are good because I’ve yet to learn a lot, but you are seriously one of the biggest reasons I haven’t given up the second something got too complicated. Where am I going with this? No idea. Anyway, I adore the fuck out of you and I’m happy to take part in this “project” because you really deserve all the love in the world. Once again, happy holidays!

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-> From: @hopelessromanticvirgo (Elene)

Talking about you Cille is making me always so emotional but I will try my best not to burst out from love and emotions. You’re one of the sweetest person here and I will never get tired of saying that.

We haven’t talked that much directly but I don’t need that to know you’re one of the greatest person here, I just know that for sure. I’m also sure about it because I can see the way you treat people? Even speaking about your tags? Like you take the time out of your day to make sure everybody gets love and everybody gets attention. You make all of us smile and I adore your tags on my stories. You can’t even imagine how many times I have reread your posts about it, like I crave it, I’m in love with it, it makes me feel so happy and so loved and I’m certain that everybody else feels the same way too. You always know how to make everybody’s day better and how to make them feel special.

And please, don’t even get me started on your posts! Your song analysis. Like I know I’ve told you this thousands of times before but I don’t care, I’m saying it again! The way you pictured and described all those songs and scenes!!! Like wow! I’d always reread your posts about that one specific scene after rewatching the season countless of times. (And you also did so many scenes!! I’m in awe and I’m emo from just thinking about it)

Watching clips were different but reading them with lyrics were a whole other thing. I just felt so connected with the whole story and scenes when I’d ready your posts. And connect scenes with the music and it was the best thing ever. Sometimes I still go back and reread some of my favorite posts of yours. I never get tired of it.

And you’re so kind and so sweet that I could write essays about it! Such a blessing to this world! I just love you a lot okay? Everybody needs somebody like you, somebody who shines from kindness and love and people around you must be so lucky who get to meet you everyday and talk to you!

Thank you so much for everything you do, for being you and for making my day better and making me smile every time you reblog my posts or every time I just see your username on my dashboard! It’s such a small gesture but means so much!

Thank you for existing, babe! I hope you’re gonna have a wonderful day! And I’m sending you the biggest hug and my positive vibes! I hope a smile never leaves your face! And I only wish the best things up onto you! I love you! ❤️❤️❤️

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-> From: @itubainaretro (Esther)

Cille, my queen!!! Hi, sweetheart! Just dropping by to say that I hope you’re having a good day, despite the situation that the world is in, and that you’re feeling happy, loved, cherished and warm today, because you’re you and you deserve to feel all the best feelings in the world! I wish you all the happiness in the world and that all your wishes come true too, because you sure deserve it! Thank you for being this amazing, inspiring, talented and sweet person that you are and that I’ve come to know a little bit in the past few months! I know we don’t exactly talk that much, but I want you to know that I love seeing you, your beautiful edits and your extremely heart warming “moments that live in my head rent free” posts on my dash daily! They all really make my days! Thank you for sharing your posts with us and making this fandom (and the world, honestly) a better place! You’re amazing and I’m really glad I pressed the follow button the day I did when I started following you! I hope this little message makes you smile today, babe! Best wishes and lots and lots of love,

Esther (itubainaretro) ♥️

PS: don’t forget to hydrate yourself, wear a mask and stay safe haha xxxx.

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-> From: @driesendotkom (Marie)

Dear cille,

the reason i‘m writing this is to simply say thank you. thank you for being such a stable part of the fandom. every time i go into the tag i know i will see you there and it makes me smile every time. i can’t tell you how many hours i spent reading every one of your song analysis. even now a year after season 3 ended i find myself going back to them now and then to reminisce and relive those moments all over again.

i also want to say thank you for being such a kind and welcoming person. you care so much about the people you are close to. you are so easy to talk to and you make the people around you feel comfortable instantly. you brought a little bit of hygge into my life and one more time i want to say thank you 💛

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-> From: @driesenrobbe (Becca)

my dear, sweet, cille! you never fail to make me smile and im beyond happy that we became mutuals! im sure i’ve already said this a million times before but you really do have the biggest heart and i couldn’t thank you enough for all the love and support you constantly share to everybody in the wtfock fandom. plus the talent you possess... girllllll i love seeing your edits and reading your posts (honestly your mind is just wowowowow, it’s on a whole other level of incredible and i hope you know just how wonderful you are). also the way you always write entire essays in the tags of other posts... like you really do take the time to make everyone feel so welcomed and loved, and I’m sending you an infinite amount of love and appreciation in return! you really are the sweetest, most caring person who deserves all the happiness in the world, an actual ray of sunshine! i hope you know how loved and cherished you are, and that good vibes are always being sent your way. Many hugs and kusjes, ilysm!!!! <3

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-> From: @mijnlief (Eline)

Dear Cille,

This year has been a weird one, but I do know that it has also been one of the best because of meeting you. In such a short time we became so close, and I am so grateful to have met you during these weird times. We are so alike in many ways and I love that so much. Our Skype conversations are my favorite and the essays you send me about my writing and just about me being me always make me feel happy and loved. You are the kindest and most generous person ever. I hope you know how special you are. I am so proud of you for everything you have achieved this year and for choosing yourself in situations where it got hard to make a choice in the first place. I know I tell you that everyday, but it doesn’t hurt to say it again right here. I hope this post makes you smile, because you deserve that so much for just being who you are. You bring happiness to all of my days and I can’t wait to hug you one day soon when everything in the world calms down again. I love you lots! 🧡 Eline

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-> From: @onzeziggy (Laurien)

My sweetest Cille, where do I even begin? I suggest we should just begin from the very beginning and I’m sorry in advance if this is going to be a long, sappy text! But now that I have the chance (shout out to Rodrigo) for saying everything I want, I’m not able to tell you how long this will take.

So Cille, I still remember very clearly the first time I saw your account appearing on my dash. It was a music analysis from one of the songs from season 3. I was so amazed by it, because I could imagine how much time it takes to make it and observe every little detail in a single clip. I immediately fell in love with the concept of it and one week later, when you posted another one, my mouth dropped to the floor. Another music analysis? From the same person? Who is she and how do I become her friend? After that second post, I immediately started following you and became your little fangirl. I don’t lie when I say I was waiting every week for a new update of your incredible music analysis nor when I say I loved every single one of them (and still do). I know I already said this a million times, but your words of telling what was going on in every clip, about the emotions present in them, and how the music blended all of it together… No one, and I mean no one could have done it any better! I will forever be grateful for those posts and I want to thank you once again for wanting to share them and your talent with us!

After the music analysis adventure, your picture edits catched my eye. I love them so so much and I also took some creation of it for making some myself. Still, I was this little fangirl, knowing your name is Cille, but also wanting to know so much more about the person behind one of my favorite blogs. And now, during this hiatus, I can say I’ve got to know you and I couldn’t be any happier about it! Starting with little comments in each other’s tags, having little chats in the comment sections to screaming about a possible drawing of Robbe from Sander on their one year anniversary. And look at us now, reblogging almost every post and writing essays in each other’s tags hahah! Honestly, it keeps me alive during these times and I’m so glad I can do this together with you! I live for your attacks! Aaaah now that I’m talking about an attack, the fact that you have a dimples post ready is making me so excited and I think about it every day! We both know what’s important in love and life and that’s Robbe’s dimples! But this right here shows once again what an amazing sweet person you are! No one on here has ever done anything like this for me before, so I can’t thank you enough for this and all the other things you did and still do for me! And the privilege I have to be able to call you my friend warms my heart <33

I’m going to end this with a little quote Robbe wrote in one of his Instagram posts. When I read it again a couple of days ago, I immediately thought of you and what we’ve been through together the last few weeks :’)) Once again, thank you so much for everything you do for me and for everyone here in this fandom and being the amazing person you are! You deserve the whole world for it!

“Sometimes it’s like we just met yesterday, but other days it seems like I already know you my whole life, I love you Cille!” <33

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I hope you enjoyed this💛 If you didn't know this community loved you yet (and I don't think that was possible), now you definetly do.

Extra: I'd like to thank once again everyone that took part it this surprise, you are all the sweetest for taking some time to write this and to help me with it! Thank you so so much✨

#Surprise!#Cille this is the least you deserve #but I'm so happy I got to do this #with the help of all this sweet people #I'm wishing you (and everyone) an amazing day!#and never forget that...#we all love you!

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boyfriend-cal · 5 years ago

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random #8 & fluff #11 with calum pls thank you sweetie 💗

I really liked these two! thanks for sending a request.

from this prompt list:11: "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"8: "Can you please…? Hmmm, I don't know. Maybe put a shirt on?!"

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You're standing over the stove, trying to arrange a charcuterie board for the get together you and Cal are hosting this afternoon. It's not looking as pretty as the ones on your Instagram and Pinterest feed, so you're frustrated as hell.

"Ugh." A groan leaves your lips as Calum enters the kitchen. Shirtless, hair still wet, and jeans hung low on his waist. Your hair falls from behind your ear and into your face for the one-thousandth time. You always like to prepare food with your hair up, but somehow always forget a hair tie as well.

"What? You didn't fall in love with me just now? I'll walk out and back in again. Maybe it'll work this time." Calum smirks, starting to turn around and leave.

"No, dumbass. I can't get this to look like the ones on the internet. And my stupid hai-" Your words stop when Cal holds up a hair tie in front of your face.

"You always forget a hair tie and are too stubborn to go get one or you do so and complain the entire ten steps to the bathroom. I saved you the last step." He smiles at you as you slowly take the hair tie, your mouth still slightly hung open from not finishing your sentence. It stays open because you can't believe he noticed that this is a reoccurring thing.

"Wow... Thanks, Calum. I didn't think it happened that often." You chuckle and let it roll off your back. He rolls his eyes and turns to the fridge.

"How many people are coming to this shindig?" You look over your shoulder to find him bent over in front of the open fridge. Eyebrows scrunched together, and his forehead lines clearly visible.

"Well, the boys, plus their girlfriends. Then I invited three girl friends and two more guy friends. We've talked about this, Cal."

He straightens up, shuts the fridge, and turns to you. "We're going to need more beer. I'm going to make a run to the store. Do you want anything else for later this week?"

"We don't have time for you to go to the store, you're not even dressed yet! They'll all be here in an hour." You turn to him and wipe your forehead with your arm.

"I got this. I'll put on my shirt before I leave, so I'll be pretty much ready when I get back. We are not looking like bad hosts, Y/N." Calum reaches out and gives a gentle touch to your elbow, then he turns and heads toward his room.

Thirty seconds later, he's coming out with the shirt halfway over his head and shoes that are untied. "How many bottles of wine should I get? Oh nevermind. I'll figure it out. Don't stress over the meat and cheese board. It looks fine, and we're going to eat it anyway."

The kitchen has half a wall separating it from the living room, so you watch him pause by the door for a moment. Instead of saying anything else, you nod, and he sends you a wink before he opens the door and leaves.

Ten minutes before your guests are arriving and Calum is nowhere in sight. He's not answering your texts or calls, and you've already gotten messages from everyone else that they're on their way.

The charcuterie board is done. Not the best, but it still looks okay. The size itself is impressive, but you wanted to make sure there was enough food for everyone. Of course, there was always junk food in the pantry if they wanted something else.

You're almost to the point of pacing the kitchen when the door bursts open. Calum has a case of beer in one hand, four bottles of wine tucked in a reusable grocery bag in the other, but his shirt is gone.

"What the hell, Calum? Where did your shirt go? Everyone will be here in less than ten minutes." You rush to his side, taking the bag and immediately shoving the bottles into the freezer, hoping they'll get colder faster.

"I spilled this nasty drink on it. It's been in my car forever, so I was going to pour it out the window, but the bottom fell out of the cup before I could. I didn't want you to panic that I ruined my shirt cause you totally would, so I took it off instead." Calum follows you into the kitchen and sets the beer down next to the fridge.

"You're so chaotic, you know? And it stresses me the fuck out. Why didn't we check the fridge two days ago?" You break eye contact with him to return to the tray of food and make a few adjustments once again. Every time you look at it, you find something else wrong with it. He appears next to you instead of going to get dressed like he's supposed to be doing.

"Yeah, I do know, actually." Calum reaches for an olive, but you slap his hand away immediately.

"You are not about to do that. Are you kidding me?" You give him a wide-eyed look, and he shakes his head.

"Hey, I was only trying to fix this part that you messed up." He mocks your tone, and your eyes shoot towards the board, scanning it for anything out of place. "Don't you know that Luke is allergic to cashews? Most nuts, actually. Now everything is contaminated. It all needs to be thrown out."

Calum clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth to make a tsk tsk sound at you. He watches the panic spread across your face and tries to hold back laughter. "Is he? It really is all contaminated. I should've washed my hands in between everything. Oh god, we don't have anything else but junk food and-"

He presses his hands to your shoulders, finally unleashing his laughter. You finally catch on, slapping his chest and pushing him away from you. "Are you kidding me? I hate you. Now is not the time for that! Oh my god."

You let out the biggest breath you've ever taken and cross your arms over your chest. "Are you going to get dressed any time soon?"

"Why should I? I won't even compare to how beautiful you look. Those jeans with that top?" Calum closes his fingers together and kisses them like a chef.

"Are you flirting with me?" You squint your eyes a little bit, sticking your chin forward ever so slightly and tilting your head.

"You finally noticed?" Calum laughs, adding to his already huge grin.

"For how long?" You feel your cheeks get hot from embarrassment.

"I mean... a while. I just figured you were ignoring it." Cal shrugs his shoulders, and you sigh.

"I would never ignore it on purpose. God, that's fucking stupid of me. I've lived with a hot ass roommate for almost a whole year now and-"

Calum's hands are on either side of your face, pulling you toward him to press your lips together. Your palms land on his chest, and your fingers lightly dig into his collarbones. Both of you are smiling and giggling as Calum pulls away just to come back and pepper more kisses against your lips.

The two of you are so busy and wrapped up in the moment that neither of you hears the door open. "Hey, hey, hey! It's time to get this party starte- Oh god."

You jump away from Calum like he's on fire, feeling embarrassment from getting caught. Luke is just smiling and shaking his head, Sierra is trying to suppress her giggles, and Ashton losing it altogether.

"I mean, it's your place, so if you want to make out in the kitchen, then we can't stop you mate." Luke continues into the apartment with everyone following. Kaykay was behind Ashton, and so were Michael and Crystal.

"Damnit, I missed it." Michael groans, earning laughter from everyone but the two in the kitchen.

"I'm so glad it wasn't my friends that were on time." You mumble under your breath, but Calum hears it and rolls his eyes at you.

"Hey, I wasn't done talking yet." Luke sets his bottle of tequila onto the counter next to the charcuterie board. "But if you're going to do that, can you please... I don't know. Maybe put a shirt on?!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going. Go ahead and pour some shots, I'm going to need it." Calum sighs and stalks out of the room, but not before he gets the chance to give your hand a small squeeze.

"Double for me." I laugh.

"You can say that again."

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dat-black-bish323 · 4 years ago

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Hii everyone!!!

Let me get right to it; so basically, lat night I was thinking, sitting infront of my box fan cus its hot and stuffy asf in philly rn, letting my dog lick my tits cus he has separation anxiety and somehow that calms him?? (don't ask) and watching POSE. Yes, the iconic netfilx series that somehow ryan murphy managed to give us six seasons, and 121 episodes of glee; but only 3 FUCKING SEASONS OF POSE??? (watchu tryna say white man🤨 🧐) Anyways you might need some dialogue on the show if you haven't watched yet so look it up. ANYWAYYYSSSSS like I was trying to say, now this might be a stretch but.....bnha x POSE.... JUST THINK ABOUT IT; either mirko (making hawks praytell in this scenario) or aizawa (and making present mic as praytell in this case) as blanca, kirishima (making bakugou ricky in this case) or denki (and making shinsou ricky in this case) as damon, reader potraying angel, sero or rocklock as lil papi (but if i make rocklock "lil papi" I'd change the name or sum". And I'll figure out the other charcters in the future if i make my mind up if I'm actually doing this. Some peope will be aged up or aged down but most likely everyone will be of age. (remember, I am 19 turning 20 may 1st and do not condone sexualising minors, real or fake!!).

It would really mean a lot if i could get some reblogs and opinions to show support if I should do this or not. This is the one time i feel like I have a good idea and im feeling a wave of motivation, but idk when thaw wave is gonna wash over so I wanna hop on this fast. anywayss spread the word pls!!!💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💘 💝

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oisaaac · 5 years ago

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“ Six feet under ”

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Summary: Crowley decides to pay a little visit to his one and only love.

Warnings: angst, character death, sad boi crowley

Notes: English isn't my native language, so sorry for any mistakes this hasn't been proofread either.

This is very out of the blue and maybe a little cliché idk, but i hope some of you enjoy it nonetheless <3

kinda off from the original show plot but try to bare with me uwu

inspired from billie eilish's song 'six feet under'

Help, I lost myself again

But I remember you

Thick heavy grey clouds shrouded above the cemetery as if it read Crowley's mood. It was the same heavy weight he felt everyime he decides to pay you a visit. The same weight that seems to get heavier as time ticks by.

It had been a year since you died. A year that seems to be dreadfully longer than the time Crowley stayed above earth.

It was always a reminder for him how different his celestial form is from a human being like you. You always joked around that he had to see you die at some point—with grey hair and wrinkling skin while he didn't age even a bit, yet look where he is now.

He didn't expect it to come too soon, too fast, too sudden and too painful. It made him think what was really God's ineffable plan? He couldn't even ask it himself. Besides it was ineffable after all.

He should've seen this coming though. A demon falling in love with a human? Both of you knew things can't get normal. For one he was an immortal under a lot of circumstances and you on the other hand was—fragile. The moment you saw the bright light when you were brought to this world you were already hanging on a thin thread. Surviving for only a small barrowed time. Crowley always thought it was some kind of inside joke made by God, a very cruel joke.

Small droplets started to fall down from the sky as Crowley stood looking at the flowers he have in his hands.

You would've loved this. He thought to himself kneeling down on the moist grass, not bothered by the uncomfortable feeling of the contact with his jeans before staring at your grave stone.

It still feels unreal for him, seeing your name precisely carved on the stone which made his heart wrenched.

Retrace my lips

Erase your touch

It's all too much for me

But Crowley knew he would rather feel the pain in his chest over and over again rather than forget about you even if he could never be the same when he was with you.

His closest friend Aziraphale felt pity for the demon, but loving someone always has a cost to pay and he could only give much reassurance to his dear friend. Besides, he was somehow at fault considering you died in his shop trying to help him. Crowley didn't blame the angel though, knowingly you wouldn't either, but that didn't stop him from blaming himself and giving the silent treatment to the angel (which Aziraphale understood where he was coming from) for months. You would have opposed to if you knew, knowing their friendship was one of the strongest bonds you had ever seen. Luckily they were good now yet Crowley still needed more time to mourn.

You were always so kind and gentle, one of the traits Crowley loved about you. Good or bad you seem to look surpass every label knowing it was more than just what they perceive. To you Crowley isn't just the demon who had fallen to spread evil, he was your Crowley; your sassy kind hearted loving demon. He never wanted to have such vulnerability, but he let himself otherwise.

Of course he didn't regret any of it. He would need to die first before he ever regrets choosing a path with you in it. Even if he knew the moment you walked in Aziraphale's bookshop clumsily waltzing in his life only to bring this kind of pain he was currently feeling he would never choose of you not being a part of him. If only he could have had more time just one more second to see you smile, to feel your soft touch, to look directly into your loving eyes that made him feel like he was home. It sometimes brought Crowley anxiety with the thought that he didn't deserve what he was feeling with you—the joy, appreciation and love, yet you always said that he did, he did deserve happiness but the tragedy that comes with it had come unforeseen.

Blow away

Like smoke in air

How can you die carelessly?

Why did you have to go inside? Why didn't you just wait for me. You were human afterall. You weren't built to withstand heavy flames and thick smokes. You've always been so reckless for the sake of others. You knew it was dangerous, but you risked your life nonetheless.

Crowley laid the flowers near your headstone before he caressed the letters of your name closing his eyes trying to remember every detail of your face.

"Just for a second. If you're really listening to everyone's prayer then bid mine. Just for a second. Look at me you've foresaken me and let me fall into the pit yet here I am calling out for you." He looked up calling out to somebody, something or someone who was listening to his mantra. "Please!" He choked through the verge of tears. "I love her. I'll always will. If this is my sin then punish me for eternity, but let me see her just for a second." The only response a low rumble of thunder and finally the heavy clouds opened its gates letting the rain freely fall from the heavens camouflaging Crowley's tears.

They're playin' our sound

Layin' us down tonight

And all of these clouds

Crying us back to life

But you're cold as a night

It was no use. You're gone. The pain settled in his chest eating his insides. It was his punishment after all.

Crowley was soaked by the time he was snapped out of his small trance. He fixed the flowers on your grave before putting the individual red rose in the middle remembering how much you loved that red flower then grabbing the old ones to dispose them before standing up and taking one last glance of you until his next visit.

He whispered his promise that he would come back over and over for the rest of his eternity, he had all the time in his hands anyways.

Six feet under

I can't help but wonder

If our grave was watered by the rain

Bloom

Again

Crowley turned around to head over his bentley only to be met by your e/c eyes. He didn't even realized his grip on the flowers loosened as he blinked once, twice, more than enough to make sure he wasn't seeing things while raining and there you were like an epiphany standing on your red dress drenched in rain smiling like an idiot at him. You took deliberate steps closing in the gap between the two of you while you kept your eyes locked on his yellow serpent eyes that you grew to love.

"Y/n," Crowley whispered still trying to figure out how.

"Crowley," You put your hand on his cheeks caressing his wet skin with your thumb. You didn't even understood how, but you were happy. You missed him so much that you didn't say another word and just leaned in connecting your lips with his he didn't respond at first, but slowly he recognized you. It was really you, his beloved y/n. He had so many questions hanging on the back of his head, but he didn't dare to utter any of them. He didn't want to let you go and waste whatever miracle it was that brought you here.

All the muscles in each of your bodies molded into one. You and Crowley were in sync like a melody that you both practiced over and over again. Your hands made its way on the back of his neck tangling your fingers on his wet ginger locks, Crowley's hands gripped you tight yet at the same time gently trying not to break you under his touch. The intensity of yearning and all the other emotions that comes with it all swirled into one.

Out of breath you both parted staring at eachothers eyes. "I love you too." You softly spoke your truth.

Maybe whatever was up there was really listening. Either way Crowley held on you to the very last second of your borrowed time.

"We'll be together again someday." You reassured him while you smiled. Crowley just studied your face and for the first time in a while genuinely smiled and was happy. And it was enough as goodbye for the both of you... for now.

Help, I lost myself again

But I remember you

Kinda long A/N: honestly idk what to feel about this if its good or not in my 19 years of existence i always wrote fanfics imagines and stuffs but usually i usually put it up then delete it later because i dont have any confidence of my work but im trying again. this is my first time posting in tumblr though.i hope this is good, like it gave you feels because it did when i wrote it. please don't kill me that i made crowley straight oof 🥺 sorry for any mistakes again! thank you for taking time on reading this and if you reblog and press the heart thingy thank you so much i will love you forever 💕

#crowley x reader #crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens #david tennant #aziraphale #crowley imagine

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painandpleasure86 · 5 years ago

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Life-changing decisions (& a lot of suspects)- Deazzello week 2020

A/N: Hi ppl! Third fic for a row for this ship week, hosted by @roger-taylors-🚗 !! Now taking the prompt “friends with benefits” & “movie night”. This turned in a little novel in an own AU...

First “chapter” (fluff, humor): https://painandpleasure86.tumblr.com/post/190777536948/my-new-neighbor-its-my-crush-deazzello-week

Second “chapter” (fluff, drama, humor, smut): https://painandpleasure86.tumblr.com/post/190796228203/gimme-your-comfort-i-suffer-of-love-deazello

Summary: The lives of both families changed in a short time, and they just noticed that... Everyone analyzing the successes, suspecting things...

Word count: 2000

Warning: almost all normal, just a little spicy moment. But, anyways, don’t interact if youre a minor. Don’t throw hate if you don’t like this kind of writing pls.

Permanent taglist: @warriorteam1924 @toomuchlove-willkillyou (sorry if you’re uncomfortable with this kind of writing) @deakysgurl ❤️

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"Well it's time to get out of here" said the elder. "I enjoy to be here with you, alone, but I don't want to raise suspect." Both started to dress again.

When they were already in the living, Laura smiled.

"You were all this time here and not helping to your mum?" said her father.

"Yeah… well not right here. I was next to the basement's door."

Ouch. Both men started to worry.

The girl continued.

"In some moment I listened to you screaming" pointing to Joe. "I was worried. That's why I called to mum to ask."

"Why you don't asked for yourself?" asked John, trying to avoid an explanation about the screaming.

"Why Joey screamed?". Laura also avoided a response, raising her voice. "I hope that Joey it's good and not covering his real feeling! A lot of times I listened scream to mum and you and she were in the same room with you!!!" Watching at Joe, added "If you're covering it, I don't understand why you haven't that role… and tell me what my dad made you that you screamed."

Their thing just started and looks like already haves suspects. At the same time, Laura was disrespectful with her dad and taking this, John could evade the response about Joe's screaming with a valid justification.

"Laura Christine Deacon, don't be that disrespectful with me! Your mum let pass a lot of your reactions, but not me! Go to your room and stay there until Joe come back to his home! We will talk a lot”, replied the man, quite upset.

Joe was in the middle of a familiar argue and he couldn't be more uncomfortable.

With a mix between anger and tears, Laura gone to her room.

"What happened here John? I listened to Laura shouting" suddenly appeared Ronnie with Cam in her arms.

"Your daughter was disrespectful with me." replied John.

Joe never wanted more to be in his home.

"I think that I should go to my home… family problems. I have already enough with the ones from my family"

"Sorry Joe for that… Laura lately it's being so rebel" said John accompanying him to outside.

"Oh." Joe stepped back. "Bye Ronnie, thank you for the tea and bass idea… now I see why you're his wife. You're the best".

Ronnie blushed a lot.

"Oh Joey you're the sweetest neighbor ever", she replied smiling.

He gave her a little kiss in the cheek and also caressed a bit Cam's head.

"Bye little bud!"

The baby giggled a bit.

"He looks so cute!" Joe exclaimed watching at Ronnie, giving another smile to her. After that, he returned to his path to the outside.

Now outside and away of Ronnie, John exclaimed "Joe, you're a great actor. How you talked to Ronnie, haha!"

Watching to John, the redhead added "It was sincere. But she will not suspect that her idea left to us be happy for a while" and winked an eye. Almost out of the house, Joe watched to everywhere and gave to his neighbor a quick kiss in his lips. "Bye Sir." The old man bites his lower lip. "Tomorrow will be a long day in the dance studio. I need to rest".

"Bye Joey".

Now again in his house, Ronnie told something to him.

"Laura asked to me that I check you. I know that wasn't nothing, but I wanted that she can be in peace."

More relaxed, John replied "oh okay. Anyways I'll go to talk with her. Lately she's so disrespectful with us". A deep sigh.

"That's true John. Thank you for help."

"It's also my duty Ron, not only yours" and winked an eye, smiling.

John started to have an affair, but that didn't made him forget his duty as a father.

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Joe was now in his room, trying to process all the things that happened that day. Was a rollercoaster. Sadness, kindness, passion, happiness…

And he started to ask to himself "which would be our label?"

He just knew that he had sex with his biggest crush ever. He just knew that the man's body now also belongs to him. His head was full of thoughts. "Perhaps we're just lovers… or friends with benefits? Because John it's also a good person. He's so kind… No. I just know him since last Saturday. He's my lover. Perhaps we will be also friends one day. And… I also hope to be his official partner, his HUSBAND. Am I dreaming a lot? No. I dreamed to have that body, to kiss his lips and today that dream came truth. Everything will be possible. Prepare world, Joe will be a big success! And will be happy with his lover without hiding!" And closed his eyes, trying to sleep.

John, before go to sleep, he smoked a cigarette outside. Thinking in all the things that lately happened. "Boy you already changed my life. I just know that I want you in it" he said watching to the dark sky.

Ronnie, alone in the bed, trying to not make any noise to wake up to Cameron. That night was hard lull him. "John, lately you're acting more extroverted and that's great. But also you're weirder with me. I don't know if to be happy for your good change or worried for the bad thing…" thought the woman, trying to sleep.

Laura, upset for the talk with her father. She suspect something. "I listened to Joe scream "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" so deeply. I just hope that has been a clumsy moment that he had and not another thing. Or… perhaps was just a demostration of that script. Yeah, was that… what could it have been?"

They just know that their life changed. For good or bad…

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Two weeks of that. Having bass lessons. Living in Putney. Being kind with Ronnie. Watching Laura having her cheeks red as tomatoes. Having an affair with his neighbor.

"Still not also friends…" thought Joe. "But I'm going to that… I have the feeling that we will be best friend and also will fuck… that's perfect".

Was a cold Thursday night. His parents aren't in home, they were having a meal in a restaurant and Joe didn't wanted to join. His only motivation to share house with them was his neighbor…

Joe listened a knock in his door meanwhile he was watching a movie. Paused it and was to the door.

"Who's there?" Joe asked behind the door.

"Me"

That soothing voice. He opened immediately.

"John, come in!"

"Inside your house or inside you?".

Both laughed.

Joe closed the door, meanwhile John was entering with some lullage.

"Oh, before you ask, I'll go to Montreux to continue recording the last album for a few weeks. I'll not come back until mid February. Sorry the abrupt interruption of your lessons and our 'private sessions' " said, winking an eye.

"I'll miss you so bad"

"Me too."

"Before to take a taxi, I wanted to say to you… erm… I want a proper date. Not hiding in my home."

"Can you watch a movie with me, then? I have enough snacks".

"But if your parents catch us?" said worried the bassist.

"John… you though that the movie was an excuse to have sex? You think that I'm capable of that?" asked, pretending to be upset.

John laughed.

"Sorry, sorry Joey." and he grabbed Joe's face with both hands and give a little kiss in the redhead's lips.

He wanted smoke a cigarette.

"Oh that… outside. Sorry Johnny".

"Open a window a bit and it will be okay… outside its cold"

"And inside, warm", added Joe, hugging to his neighbor.

"Inside of you, too" whispered the man, in Joe's right ear.

"Are you funny or horny?" asked the young man, leaving the embrace.

"Why not both?" Opening a bit the main door, said "Rewind the movie Joey. I'll smoke a bit first."

Joe rewound the movie and left it ready to restart when John ended to smoke his cigarette.

Minutes later, John locked the main door and was to the couch, sitting next to Joe.

Joe pressed play.

Hugging to Joe with one arm, whispered in the right ear of Joe "please suck my dick, will be a lot of days just wanking"

"John… my parents will be here anytime."

"Do it faster then. I'm horny enough" said watching at redhead's eyes and grabbing Joe's left hand to put it over his crotch.

The movie was on, the volume not so high.

"Okay Sir" replied Joe, grabbing that crotch.

Joe incremented the volume of the movie.

"You will can moan sir" he whispered again, now unzipping the pants.

He puts on his knees and lowered John's pants to the ankles.

Same with the boxers. Haven't enough time to foreplay.

"Spread your legs…" asked the young man.

The old man did it.

Joe can see a hard dick waiting to be sucked. He sighed excited.

He introduced it in his mouth, letting go a lot of saliva. With his right hand, catched that saliva and down to the man's balls squeezing.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Always pressing the dick against his palate with his tongue. Squeezing and massaging the balls.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Joey, my gosh, aaaaaaaah… a bit faster and I'll cum."

Faster. And pressing more.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… aaaaaaaaaaaaah…. aaaaaaaaaah… aaaaaah. Thank you..." suspired him.

Swallowing the cumming, replied, watching to john's eyes "you're welcome sir". And was almost running to the bathroom.

"Gosh, I still haven't the habit to swallow. Ugh" Joe thought, washing his mouth and hands.

John dressed him again and tried to act normal watching a movie that he didn't understand.

Joe comeback and sat next to John.

"Now we can really see the movie?" he asked.

John watched at the clock.

"Damn… I should to take a taxi."

"For God's sak-"

A car parked. His parents.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAMN"

"I ended just in time Joey, hahaha!" laughed John.

Joseph entered to the house with his wife.

"Joe, what the f- MISTER! What a nice surprise! Why you're at this hours here?"

"Joe invited me to see a movie before going to Montreux. I'll be out until mid February."

Watching at Joe, Joseph said "Now I understand why you didn't wanted to came with us, haha! For a moment I thought that you invited to Lillian, that girl really likes you!" and winked an eye.

Watching to John again, asked "we can do it anything for you?"

"Oh, yeah… please I need to go to the airport now".

"Sure John. Will be an honor".

Giving a little kiss in the cheek, said "goodbye Joe! See ya soon!" and stood up of the couch.

"Bye John!"

Grabbing John's lullage that was next to the main door, Joseph said to his wife "I'll be here soon. Bye honey" and kissing her in her lips.

"Bye dear… and bye mister".

She closed the door and locked it.

"Joey… low the volume please."

"Yeah".

He did it.

"Have something that you wanted to tell me? I don't be stupid. That visit was strange."

Joe stopped the movie and watched to his mom.

"No."

"Really?"

"No"

"Joseph, don't use your acting skills with me. With your father can work, but not with me."

The woman was suspecting something.

Sighing, Joe said "mister Deacon it's my platonic love mom."

She was staring at silence.

"I'm gay mom. You never noticed that?"

She suspected, but she never wanted to accept it.

Sighing, the mistress sat next to Joe in the couch and hugged him.

"Always suspected that Joey. Despite it's so hard to me accept that, thank you for get out of the closet to me, I'll not say it to anyone".

Mistress Mazzello was more supportive that he suspected.

Leaving the embrace, he asked to his mom "Do you want to see this movie with me?"

"Sorry honey. Tomorrow. I'm tired. I love you, good night" and she stood up of the couch, going to her room.

Joe came back to see the movie, finally. Like he was planned. But already missing him.

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Cheers, Lily.

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sunlightbi · 7 years ago

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hi guys !! i promise i’ll do a proper follow forever later in 2018 when we survive 2017 but today i want to give a shout out to some amazing people whom i’m very proud to call my friends and best friends. all of my mutuals are extremely special but these ones mean the whole world to me as we always talk and laugh together and i’m pretty sure i’d die for every single one of them. i hold each one of you very close to my heart :’) so here’s a list of people that make me smile every day and also make my world brighter and my dash a better place !! (1. idk how long it takes im sorry i lov y’all 2. also idk why i have this summer pic as my header but happy new year i guess)

i’ll start with the most important person for on this website @alloutshirt. lisa, you’re truly my soulmate and i can’t even imagine my life without you now. you always make my happy by just liking random posts on my blog or tagging me in pure stuff. i just want you to know that i’d do anything for you, i care about you so so much and i don’t think i’ll ever stop. i hope you’ll always be happy because you’re too precious and incredible and you have my whole heart. i love you to the moon and back, baby :’) YOU’RE ALSO THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD DON’T FORGET THAT

@twofronteeth amal even tho you never check ur activity page and have a face like a goddess (no kidding im crying every time i see your selfies) somehow we are mutuals and friends, i still don’t know why the fuck you noticed me but that was the best day of my life. please please never change, you’re literally the cutest person i know and your spelling mistakes make you even cuter !! just the way you talk to ppl makes you cute idk how you do that. you truly deserved your nickname ‘baby honey’ and i’m very proud to call you that i love you

of course i can’t even imagine myself without Pure Squad even tho it exists like 3 minutes but !!!! these people are already so important to me that i cry every time we interact

@spaceboysweater arsh i swear i couldn’t love you more because you’re one of the purest people on this website. and ur laugh !!!!! oh my god this is the best thing i’ve ever heard i need it as my ringtone. i will love you forever, you always make me smile and i wanna hug you so tight !!!!!!!!!

@babieharrie ahhh karri you’re just the most adorable person ever and i love you so so so so much. we almost made it !!! almost started a gc aksjfgffkj. you are incredibly lovely and you have a special place in my heart even tho you hate cats which i still can’t believe oh my god

@rainbowsboa 1) where the fuck are you i miss you 2) i’ve never seen a blog with more posts than yours i swear i need hours to scroll through it. but bella you’re my sunshine and you always bring me happiness, i really enjoy talking to you and omg i just love you so much i’m sorry i’m crying

@bibi-harry becca i can’t even put into words how much you mean to me !!!!!! i appreciate it so much when you come to talk to me because you’re sad or feel alone. i’m really glad i can help because you’re too amazing and flawless to be sad ever. i just hope you’ll have the best 2018, i love you with my whole heart cupcake !!

@haryslytherin eleanor baby it feels like i’ve known you for ages, you’re such an incredible person even tho your blog is a mess aklsjkdh. i love talking to you, you’re a pure bean. please make more 1d edits in 2018 that’s a need for me !! your art is wonderful just as you :) also i hope in 2018 you won’t change your icon every day

@fireprooof le !!!! just as you said i can’t imagine my tumblr experience without you too (tbh that message made me cry i love you so much). you were one of my first larry mutuals actually and i’ll never forget how excited i was that day. and i was extremely happy when you messaged me and said you miss my likes !! that was iconique. your edits give me life, i’ve never seen anything more beautiful, i just want to make a whole sideblog to reblog everything you make. hope you’ll have an amazing 2018, i love you endlessly :’)

@louieh ghadeer aka the most iconic fanfic writer i know ;);)));)) i know this had been a tough year for you but i hope 2018 will be much better !!! you deserve the best only, i love you so so much and appreciate you more than you could imagine. i wanna give you the world and the stars and the moon and everything pure in the universe !!!!! i just hope everything will be okay darling :)

@stylesappreciation flo even tho you forgot about me i’m still here like hachi bc i love you very much a lot. anyways !!! skldjdfbhdskl you’re one of the most iconic people i know and your edits make my heart melt, i cry every time you post something new. we don’t talk as much as we used to which is sad but that’s okay, i’d sill give you my liver and everything you want. hope 2018 will treat you well baby :) ( @nosuchblue take care of her !!! i love u too erin and wish you all the best in 2018)

@liamsgrammys and @blushlouie you just go together and i can’t tell you apart. we actually don’t talk but you two are the most iconic gays ever and i’m so glad to witness ur gay relationship and reblog ur gay selfies and cry my gay tears !!!! i hope 2018 will be amazing for you, i love you two so so much, this gay experience is very important for me

@rosesau syeda aka ome of the most popular binches ever. i’m shook that like everybody knows you??? wtf??? how you do that honestly. you’re truly iconique and i’m pretty sure you make everyone’s tumblr experience much better. your text posts are my favourite thing ever and i just love you so incredibly much !!!! have the best 2018 biatch

@honeyhaz jackie !!!! the most precious flower in the land, i adore you so much. i really really really love talking to you, you’re the loveliest person ever, i hope you’ll have a lot of friends in 2018 !! you deserve only pure things darling. you make my heart burst with love every time you appear on my dash and i would just like to clarify that i love you to the moon and back :’)

@iconichalo well your url just speaks for itself so !!! i only wanted to say that alex you’re really an amazing person and i’m hella glad that we met thanks to gorgeous people we both talk to. i hope in 2018 we’ll become closer because i really like you !!! wish you the best stuff in new year darling :)

@ann-fortunately maybe i’d love you more if you stopped exposing me !!!!! alsjddgdgdkdj nevermind i actually love you very much a lot, you’re a pure puppy and i just wish 2018 treats you really well. all the love my dear !!! (also pls make more edits)

@dreamsmp3 eden baby idk when you’ll see this but i just want you to know that it’s not the same without you here, you’re incredible and i hope you’re taking care of yourself !!!!! i’m still thinking about that post i made when i just saw you on my dash and i oliterally became so overwhelmed that wrote big ass paragraph about how much i love you on the verge of tears and tbh this is Mood. you make everything better and brighter and i just want to wish you the best things in 2018, you deserve the whole world my love :’)

@lwtrainbows gio !!!! i’m so happy that i’m friends with arsh’s soulmate aldjfhfgjn you are just wonderful !!! i hope you won’t ever be sad, you need to always smile and laugh because the world needs more of this. you are one of the purest people ever and i just want to wrap you in a big blanket and give you forehead kisses. i wish 2018 treats you well sunshine !!!!

@alwaysycu well rhian you’re just an angel (my-my-my-my only angeeeel) that deserves better, always better. you make my heart go ‘!!!!’ when we talk and you’re just so nice and sweet always. i hope you’ll never be sad in 2018, it just goes against nature tbh. you were created to spread love and light so i hope next year will be the happiest for you :) i love you very much a lot

@iamlouis oh damn sarah !!! (this is just The Mood always with you) you’re a popular bitch and i’m still wondering why we are mutuals because your cool ass is too cool for me. everything you do is iconic and i’m tired bc you’re too good and pure wtf !! but i wish you become iconicer in 2018 because why not we all deserve some glow up i lov u

@delicatelou pinja you’re the softest person i know !!!! like literally. everything about you and your blog is so aesthetic and beautiful and just perfect??? h o w. i’m friends with a literal angel what the heck !! hope 2018 treats you well, you deserve the best only my pure baby. i’ll love you til the end of time darling, you’re amazing :’)

@ftdtlouis @lesbianhoran @larriez @definegirlfriends i’m only mentioning you because you broke my heart to pieces !!! but it’s new year so i gotts forgive you so you could dissappoint me in 2018 with something new. ALSMJDHNDG JOKES I LOVE Y’ALL EVEN THO I WAS HELLA SCARED YESTERDAY i just want all my mutuals to be happy and fine. is that too much to ask?.. anyways i wish you all the best i hope the nest time this shit happens i won’t be online bye

@rainbowstyles sabine i wouldn’t ever forget about you !!! you��re the sweetest creature ever, so so pure and lovely that you melt my heart. you deserve lots of love and happiness and laugh in 2018 and always. i hope you won’t ever be sad even tho it’s impossible but you are meant to be a sunshine !! i love you so so much, please don’t forget that :)

@poshlouis and @louari you two are iconic bitches and i couldn’t love you more. amanda thank you for always being nice to me and aline ,,, just thank you. you are a dream team and i love seeing you two interact on my dash !!!! hope you’ll have the best 2018, i love you two very much a lot

i hope all of my amazing mutuals will have the best 2018, you darlings mean so so much to me, i love you with all my heart !

#can you believe i literally teared up at some point while making this????#im so emo rn #i just love all of my wonderful friends i hope they love me back sometimes #all of you deserve a lot of sweet happiness in this year and in whole life #i couldnt be more proud and lucky and honoured to have all of you #thank you #just thank you #excuse me while im crying in the corner

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humanrebel · 7 years ago

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Serpents and Lions Ch.3

Fandom: My Hero Academia Characters: Ochako Uraraka, Katsuki Bakugou, Class 1-A Relationship: Bakugou/Uraraka, Slow Burn Summary: She can hide her identity, but not her personality.

A/N: So if I remember correctly, tumblr stopped showing posts in the tags if they contained an outside link. I’m not sure if this is still in effect, but just in case, I’m not going to link the AO3 or FFN links yet. I am going to reblog this post with them, though, so please be patient :) (also pls review ;) )

2K // First // Last // Next

When Ochako wakes, she is immediately nauseous. She rolls onto her side, cheeks bulging with bile, and spews right into the bed. There’s nothing in her stomach after that, but still she heaves, saliva dripping from her lips and onto shaky arms.

“Not used to the sea, are we?” she hears, along with a good-natured chuckle, and it occurs to her that she just made a mess of a bed that’s not her own.

“I’m so sorr-” She shoots up, apology half-spoken, then falls back onto her pillows. She only half-notices the vomit that she lands in because her head is just swimming . There’s not one thought that can travel straight through her brain; everything in there is currently a twisting, winding labyrinth of pain and dizziness. She groans, throwing an arm over her eyes.

“Oh, come on, now.” A hand rests against her shoulder and pulls her up, steadying her to rest against the wall. A bowl is pressed into her hands. “Here you go. It’s just broth and bread, but I have a feeling that’s all you can stomach at the moment.”

Ochako looks up to find an elderly woman standing beside her, with neat pink hair and a kindly face. A white shawl is draped around her, and though she stands no taller than Ochako’s hips, she exudes a powerful aura, as though she could topple a giant with barely a wave of her arm. She smiles.

“You eat, and try to keep that down. I’ll go call in some other young’ins to help you bathe and such.” She starts out the door, but doesn’t go much farther. “The name’s Chiyo, by the way. And yours?”

“Ura–” she stops, spoon halfway to her mouth, thoughts flying a mile a minute through her scattered mind.

Shin. The Uraraka name. Hysa castle. Betrayal. Fire and blood. Blood blood blood.

Shin, wearing a mask. Secret identity.

Ochako recalls the dream she had the night before her parents’ death–a dream of herself, floating high above the castle, bobbing in the wind, as if the earth had no claim to her. A name floated through her mind, brought to her by both a summer breeze and a winter tempest.

“Uravity,” she says, like the final nail in the coffin of Ochako Uraraka.

Chiyo purses her lips. “Sounds like a pirate’s name to me.” Her face softens. “But if you’re not ready to share your true self just yet, we’re willing to wait.”

Her strength had returned with every sip of broth, every bite of bread. And though her stomach still churned like the waves, and she had to lean heavily on someone to walk about, she couldn’t stand being cooped up in the infirmary. Instead she walks the ship–because that’s what’s she on, she realized during her bath–on wobbly legs. She tries to walk, at least, but is more being dragged around by Yaoyorozu as they tour the ship.

“This is the main deck” she says, pulling Ochako along. “Most of the crew is either here or in their rooms below. The main mast is this way, Kaminari and Kouda should be up there now. Over here…”

Ochako lifts her eyes, trailing the mast into the sky before it disappears. “I’ve been asleep for three days, right?” she asks, interrupting Yaoyorozu’s impromptu lesson.

“...Yes,” is the answer, and tears well in Ochako’s eyes that she won’t allow to fall. She wipes away one that does escape, then reaches into the pocket of her borrowed breeches to put it away. It was a tradition her family always held, to put their emotions away for a time better suited to exploring them. Aboard a rocking ship, sick to her stomach and on wobbly knees, in front of an entire crew of strangers is definitely not the best time for an emotional breakdown.

There won’t ever be a good time for that, not until she reclaims her throne, at least. There’s an inner strength she can feel, a voice inside that tells her she can’t rest until then, and she’s not about to disappoint it.

She tries to walk again, though she’s still unsteady, she does manage a few steps almost on her own, with just her hand perched on Yaoyorozu’s shoulder. Yaoyorozu smiles, lifting a hand to her back, and begins droning on about life on the ship, remedies for seasickness, and other crew members–just about anything, mostly, though the gleam in her eyes says she’s proud.

And then Ochako falls. Well, not really. The deck bucks beneath her, practically disappears into a shower of splinters, and she flies upwards. Yaoyorozu calls her name but is nowhere in sight. She screams, a short, shrill sound that comes in bursts. She spins through the air, direction completely lost to her, her meager meal close to coming back up.

“Sorry!” Gentle arms embrace her, resting across her shoulders and beneath her knees. She clings to the boy’s collar and neck, her fingers digging into his exposed skin. When she peeks over his shoulder, they’re back on the ground, at the edge of a freshly-made hole in the deck. Splinters cover the floor around it, and annoyed groans come from all around.

“Sorry!” the boy says again. “We were sparring and I just…” He laughs sheepishly, and Ochako takes the chance to get a good look at him.

He’s very plain, is her first thought. His hair was dark and curly, and his face was amicably round. He looks at her curiously as he sets her down, then catches her again as she stumbles.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters, “this is my first time on a ship this big.”

“Ah, no worries! I was the same way!” He guides her hands to his forearms, a blush spreading quick across his cheeks as he does. His next sentence is stuttered, like he can’t quite get it out right. “I-I-I… it’ll f-fade eventually! Only took me a week or so to..to um…get used to it.”

“Right! I hope it’ll go away soon.” Ochako, too, blushes at their proximity, right until someone else storms up and starts yelling at the boy. He lets her go, a light blush still dotting his cheeks.

“Uravity! Are you okay?” Yaoyorozu runs up. Her lips are swollen, and there’s a cut across her nose, but she only worries for Ochako.

“I’m fine!” she assures, brushing splinters off her blouse. She gestures to the young man behind her. “He helped me.”

“Midoriya,” Yaoyorozu scolds, and he turns away from the crowd already scolding him. “You knew we picked up a new passenger a few days ago.”

“Sorry,” he says, a hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “I just wasn’t thinking. You know how Todoroki is, though.”

Yaoyorozu sighs. “Yes, I know.” She peeks down into the hole, standing closer to the edge than Ochako would’ve liked. “Are you okay, sir?”

“Just fine, Momo.” Yaoyorozu blushes, and another boy–an odd one, with red and white hair split straight down the middle–jumps up to join them on the deck. He’s familiar to Ochako, but she can’t quite place him. The way he looks at her, though, says he does, in fact, remember her. He tilts his head and opens his mouth, probably to ask what a princess is doing this far out on the ocean.

“I’m Uravity!” she says, all smiles and laughter, like she isn’t about to freak out.

The boy purses his lips, because he knows she’s lying(through omission, she convinced herself), but after a nudge from Yaoyorozu, he just nods.

“I’m Shouto Todoroki. Nice to meet you, Uravity.” And just like that, he turns to the other boy to discuss their training session. Yaoyorozu sighs and unbuttons the bottom of her blouse.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Ochako squeaks, blushing and looking away.

“Covering the hole,” Yaoyorozu says, as if it’s the most casual thing in the world.

“With your shirt?”

“With my Gift. We can’t just leave a big hole in the ship. We can get Mr. Nishiya to fix it once we return to port, but until then, this will do.” She pulls a wooden plank from the skin on her stomach and lays it flat across the hole. Or she tries to, anyway. It’s five feet across to the other side, and she can quite get it balanced right, and it keeps smacking the underside of the deck. “Can you go get that settled for me?”

Ochako nods and starts towards it, but stumbles, dizzy now that the adrenaline of soaring through the air has worn off. “Oh, right,” Yaoyorozu mumbles, then louder, “Will you get the other end for me, Lord Todoroki?”

Lord Todoroki?

“I’ll get it!” the first boy interrupts. He jumps, and in a flying leap, clears the six-foot gap. He grabs the board, then calls out, “Where’s Sero?”

Can that boy fly ?

Another boy comes over, swinging from the rigging on a rope that extended from his elbow.

“Is everyone here Gifted?”

There’s a beat of silence where no one really moves, and Ochako realizes she said that out loud. “I’m sorry!” she squeaks. It’s a breach of etiquette to just ask about one’s Gift, and to assume someone even has one is a major faux pas, especially when they don��t.

But Todoroki comes in for the save, placing a hand on her shoulder and nodding to Yaoyorozu and the others. He guides her to a private place at the edge of the ship and they sit, Ochako with her head between her knees. Todoroki sits beside her, leaning against the railing.

“So where did you get that name? Uravity?” he asks. The name sounds heavy in his mouth, and it’s as he says it that she hears a slight accent in his voice.

“What’re you talking about?” She mumbles, words slurred by her churning stomach. “S’my name.”

“It’s a pirate name,” Todoroki says, sure as if he knew her personally. “An alias.”

“And how would you know?”

He changes the subject. “You came from Hysa Castle, didn’t you? What did you do there?”

“I was an apprentice seamstress.” The lie slips off her tongue easier than she would’ve liked.

“What happened?”

Ochako says nothing, her words dried up like a desert. But Todoroki is waiting, looking like he can see straight through her, so she scrapes them from her throat in visceral roughness.

“Ostford,” she spits like she’s trying to erase it from history. “They attacked the castle. Killed almost everyone inside.”

“Why?” Ochako doesn’t have an answer for that, but it’s not like she has a chance to answer as he continues his train of thought. “It’s not like Hysa is rich or powerful. Their main export is cloth, and strategically it’s not a good place to start a war. In fact–”

“I don’t know!” Ochako yells. “I don’t know what he wants! I don’t know why he-” sniff “ -he would do something like this!” She cant cry now, so she buries her head on her knees, wiping her eyes one the fabric of her pants.

“Who?”

“General Shin,” she murmurs, quiet once again. “He led the attack. Chased me to the beach through all the hidden tunnels.”

“The king’s brother,” Todoroki whispers to himself. “And what of the King and his family?”

Ochako gasps and turns, sticking her head over the ocean to finally empty her stomach. Todoroki says nothing, but he doesn’t need to. He knows the answer just from her reaction, and rubs soothing circles across her back. She keeps gasping, trying to hold back the tears.

Her body trembles as she sits back down. She takes deep breaths, eyes closed and hands to her chest.

“My condolences.” She peeks tired eyes at him. “It must have been bad when you found your parents like that.”

She doesn’t have the energy to deny it, and if she’s honest she can’t even remember the lie she told earlier. She just nods and shuts her eyes, leaning her head against the rail. “There was blood everywhere. As bright as rubies and dark as garnets…”

#boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha #bnha fanfiction #rebel writing #serpents and lions

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janiedean · 8 years ago

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(part 1) ur gonna roast me for this but im legit curious why mafia AUs are so bad? im asking in a non confrontational way, i get it romanticizing mafia is wrong, but i also believe that 1)most mafia AUs are a really toned down type of mafia;2)they do make for some interesting kinds of dynamics with fanart and with fics; 3)in a fic specifically u can create your own world and call something mafia and still make it so they don't kill innocent people but only idk members of other gangs or sth

(part 2) plus theyre a way to put ur charas in a completely diff context and see what theyll do. i mean i dont believe that writing ships in a certain context (like mafia) equals romanticizing that context. mafia AUs arent even my fav things to read (in fact i almost never do), im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

I’m not gonna roast you don’t worry xD okay wait let me check if I replied to this already if yes I’m gonna c/p because it’s half past midnight otherwise I’ll just go at it again wait *checks tags* fff obviously I don’t have a general post but anyway pls read this after you’ve done with my post and then this which is also choke-full of links. plus for a (not nice) laugh: here. AH WAIT I FOUND THE POST.

okay, so, let’s have it out of the way: I have nothing against mob aus or crime aus. I have a problem against calling them mafia AUs because in the US mafia = organized crime at large, in Italy mafia = ACTUAL EXISTING ORGANIZATIONS THAT ARE ACTIVELY HARMFUL. now that I introduced the topic I’ll c/p you the reply I gave to another anon who while discussing the issue pointed out that most writers don’t even know Italian mafia is a thing, which is pretty much on the same discourse so...

*The thing is - in the US it might not be enough of a deal anymore and I honestly do get why people make the mafia = regular mobsters, since the mafia was the first foreign organized crime being exported to the US via italian immigrants (sorry if this sounds horrible in English but I just woke up and I still didn’t have coffee) so I understand that mafia became the umbrella term.But the thing is that - as you said, these people don’t even know that there’s a mafia in Italy anymore or where the word comes from.

I’m going to link to italiansreclaimingitaly’s tag about the mafia and its perception outside Italy because they posted about this extensively and it’s an excellent resource, but meanwhile I’m gonna do a very short bullet point list and about the topic:

Mafia might not be a big deal in the US, but it still is here. We have the beauty of four different mafias (Cosa Nostra - the Sicilian one, camorra which is the one in Campania but has tendrils spread everywhere, the 'ndrangheta which is in Calabria and the Sacra Corona Unita in Puglia) which are all active [especially camorra and 'ndrangheta] and whose actions have direct impact (negative) on our economy and on our society. Actually mafias are one of the main reasons we’re currently economically fucked up, and if I start talking about how mafia culture keeps some areas literally backwards I could talk about it for three months.

There are still people who are killed for standing up against them. These days the most prominent personality is Roberto Saviano who is a writer who dared to put together a book documenting minutely the way camorra works and he’s been living under protection for years by this point. Like, they want him dead because he wrote a book. And I’m sorta sure that he was talking about leaving Italy and going to the US after years of sticking with it here because he can’t take it anymore but I don’t know if it was a taken decision or if it’s still debating it.

It wasn’t even thirty years ago that we had the stragi di mafia - in english it’d be something like the mafia slaughters, basically around the beginning of the nineties there were a number of bombs planted by the mafia targeting people who were trying to oppose it including judges Falcone and Borsellino, actually the anniversary of Falcone’s death is like... tomorrow. And they’ve killed people for way longer than that. Here is a list of only Cosa Nostra victims including the ones from the eighties/nineties. And people are still dying because of it. The slaughters I’m referring to are just the ones in the nineties which are enough of a number.

They also perpetuate a culture where if you testify against your mafia-employed relatives you’ll be shunned forever. There are women who testified against their families and couldn’t see their children anymore never mind that they weren’t automatically considered a relative anymore the moment they sided against the mafia. Some people have committed suicide after becoming witnesses also because our police force/justice system can be terribly non-supportive in this kind of situation so they got left on their own. Never mind that back in the day - it was the beginning of the nineties? - I recall at least a particular story of - I think, correct me if I remember wrong but I can’t remember the names for the life of me - where this guy testified against the local mafia when he either used to work for them or was forced to pay them the pizzo and in retaliation his six-year old (or five? Anyway he had a son younger than ten for sure) got kidnapped, killed and thrown into acid to dispose of the body. That happened in what, 1993? 1994? It’s pretty much yesterday. And now the camorra is doing the same - there’s a list here of camorra victims among which accidental passerbys that got killed because they were in the way which I can tell just by glancing is not complete. And I’m not even going into the 'ndrangheta. That is to say, here mafia still kills people and cripples our country.

Now, I get that it’s a word, but the point was: let’s say that instead of the Italians the Japanese came to the US first and the umbrella word for organized crime was yakuza rather than mafia and let’s say yakuza was still what it was originally in Japan while in the US it stopped being a big deal and people write yakuza!AU instead of mafia AU. Let’s say someone Japanese gets angry at that and goes like 'listen the yakuza is a real deal it does this this this and that and it’s a plague in our country so can you please at least look it up before writing your fanfic’, which is what had happened way back then when this whole mafia and fanfic thing blew up. A bunch of people told us to get over it because it’s just a word and if it’s a problem in Italy it’s not in the US so why should they care? Now, if we had been Japanese (or Chinese or Russian or Mexican) would they have said the same thing? Considering the general tumblr attitude I’m pretty sure they would have received either an apology or 'this is an important deal let’s keep that in mind’ with signal boost reblogs and stuff.

It’s the fact that we should get over people not knowing that it’s still a real problem for us and that they can’t take five seconds to google it that is the problem imo. Especially when instead of mafia au you can just say mobsters au or tag it as organized crime and everyone is a lot happier, mostly because as the tag above explains romanticising the mafia is a good thing for them because it means they can act outside Italy with less stigma because everyone thinks that the mafia is dead or not relevant anymore, if I’m explaining myself. (And it’s active outside Italy - like, there was a mafia kill in Germany in 2007 where six people died (sorry the link is in Italian but there isn’t an English wiki page, if you look the city up you’ll find something probably) and it was because of the 'ndrangheta.

I’d really like to not get worked over it because it meant it was a thing of the past y'know, but the problem is that it isn’t and I’d rather spread some awareness in hope some of these writers look it up (because it’s a good thing that people know what mafia is since as stated they have tendrils everywhere - if you read Saviano’s book the entire first chapter is about how camorra regularly deals with Chinese import/export in Italy for one) than shrug and figure that since they’ll think everything is good for fanfic then it’s not even worth my time.*

Now, ^^^ that was the c/p-ed reply that should answer most of your doubts. What I didn’t address was:

im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

aaaand as we say here in Italy, this is where the donkey falls (sorry we have weird sayings), because in theory there’s nothing wrong with that... except that in 99% of the mafia aus I’ve seen around the thing is that they’re supposed to be cute.

like, I see a lot of shit with TINY MAFIA BOSS STEVE ROGERS with RUSSIAN ENFORCER BUCKY (????? bucky isn’t even russian???) and the yoi thing I saw before had the japanese character being the leader of a russian mafia gang which is... like... guys it doesn’t happen it really doesn’t, and a lot of them re-use wrongly terminology taken from the godfather without context or knowing what the hell it means, and it’s always from the criminals’ pov and they’re somehow seen as criminals doing justice where the police can’t (???) and like... no. mafia bosses/enforcers/employees are bad people period, and at least here if you try to leave or repent they kill your family in retribution. like, not even ten years ago there’s been a woman who used to belong to a mafia family (or one colluded with the mafia) who testified and her entire town/family shunned her and she couldn’t take it anymore and... killed herself drinking acid if I don’t recall wrong. it’s not even special cases. this shit is not funny, it’s not cute, it’s not adorable and it’s not good fodder for your imagine your otp scenario (srsly I saw one like.. let me find it,

LIKE. just look at this shit. in a regular context, the enforcer goes to the show owner to force them to pay a monthly sum to their boss lest they destroy their shop and their lives and their family’s life never mind that mafia culture is deeply homophobic so the mafia enforcer flirting with the shopkeeper is like completely fucking out of the question. I mean, people here like to shit on the sopranos but that show was actually excellent representation of Horrid Criminals Who Were Never Supposed To Be Good People and the small arc that happened when one of tony’s friends turned out to be gay (closeted) was REALLY well done. btw, it ended that when they found out he was gay most of the crowd rejected him and thought badly of him until I think they killed him also for other reasons, but that spiraled from finding out he liked dick. and that’s american mafia that they actually based on well-done research of the culture in Italy it came from, I assure you that here it doesn’t work that differently. like. the shit above is so inaccurate and frankly offensive, it’s like... I get people romanticizing problematic stuff but the thing is that when you tell them that it’s actually offensive you get brushed off as ‘ah well you’re being too sensitive it’s just a word u__u’. now, I’m all for exploring shit we wouldn’t be into, but not like THAT, because that’s like mafia romantic comedy and that’s not how it works. now, you wanna do a fic where the mafia characters are deeply flawed and bad people and the police tries to catch them? fine, great, go ahead. you wanna do a fic where the enforcer above deals with dunno an entire life of internalized homophobia when he finds the shopkeeper attractive and feels conflicted over having to con money out of him and doing horrible shit for a living and maybe understanding that crime isn’t worth it and then he actually collaborates with the police and gets shit from about everyone he knows and loves for that? okay, awesome, go ahead. nothing bad in that.

but the shit above is not exploring things we wouldn’t/writing darkfic, it’s THINKING THAT A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION WHICH IS STILL A THING IN OUR PART OF THE WORLD IS CUTE AND ADORABLE. and that only plays in their favor because it takes the bad aura out of the word and we really should not let that happen. like. that is what is bad about mafia aus and mafia discourse, that people don’t realize the mafia is alive and well and thriving and not a thing that doesn’t exist or a generic word for organized crime.

you wanna write the shit above? okay, CALL IT CRIME AU or mob au, not mafia au.

btw, add-on: idk if I mentioned it in the above post or not, but in case I didn’t, I said that people would balk at the idea of a mexican cartel au. sadly since then I’ve found out a fandom where not only there is one but it’s also extra cutesy and people apparently love it and it has a bunch of kudos/comments and idek I’m not even touching that with a ten foot pole but like... I’ve avoided it and everything that author wrote because to me it’s just... nope. like, nope. if you do mafia aus don’t make them fucking cute. (also: in the same fandom I had to mute a v. famous fanartist whose art I actually liked but did cutesy mafia aus and.. like... haahahhaahahahahaha nah sorry. can’t go there. nope.)

#mafia #mafia for ts #Anonymous #ask post

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