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TEMPTATION IN ITALY

RATING: R/smut (overstimulation, light spanking, bit of choking, pure tender filth)

WORD COUNT: 9.4k

CATEGORIES: fratboy!harry, italy!harry

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a/n: it’s a Temptation extra for @bfharry ‘s boyfriendathon!!!!! i’ve been mulling this concept over since i finished Temptation, and I’m so excited to finally have it written and done. s/o to liv for the push to write it, @harrysclementines for checking out my italian and inspiring many parts of this, and to my best friend a***** for being the one to take me to lucca, where this fic is set. harry’s house in this fic is based of hers.

if you haven’t read TEMPTATION, you can do so here: part one | part two | part three

“Cherry,” he mumbled, her nickname falling from his lips, dripping with desire as he stepped towards her. “You have to let me buy this.”

She leveled her gaze to his, trying to play with him, her favorite activity. “And why is that?”

His fingers ran over the see-through lace, the pebbles of her nipples visible through the material. “Because I can’t promise I won’t rip it off you later, and I know how much you hate it when I ruin your underwear.”

Nora’s breath caught in her throat at his words, body keening under the his touch. “I’ll allow it,” she replied, voice hoarse in her throat. “As long as you let me choose where you fuck me.”

Harry buys Nora some lingerie and it leads to some overstimulation on countertops in Italy

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Nora’s eyes swept across Harry, the sight of him curled up next to her on the bed bringing a lazy smile to her face as usual. Sometimes she was overwhelmed by how much she simply wanted to spend every waking moment with him, even doing things as simple as this: lying in bed next to him, the sheets pushed down to his waist, one of his arms across her torso, his face pressed into the pillow next to her, breath fluttering from his lips.

The lack of air conditioning in Italy had taken her a while to get used to, but she had finally adjusted and now loved lying in bed, completely naked with Harry, breeze from the open window next to the bed blowing across their bodies. Their other friends had been there for the first two weeks, Nash, Niall, Maddy, Lauren, Taylor, and a couple of Harry’s other frat brothers who Nora had gotten to know in recent months. It was August and they’d all finished their summer internships and decided to take advantage of Harry’s family house in Lucca, which was empty and waiting for them. Everyone had packed up left the morning before, and now it was just her and Harry left in the big house for another week. After that, they were heading back to campus to move into their rooms for senior year and back to reality.

Being there in Italy, with him, the simplicity of life, made her love him more than she could ever imagined and the last thing she wanted to do was leave.

Suddenly, she felt pressure on her side and Harry’s eyes were fluttering open, his green irises meeting hers. “Morning, baby,” he mumbled, lifting his head to press a kiss to her shoulder. “Been awake long?”

She shook her head and rolled over so she was facing him, and traced a finger down the side of his face. A lazy smile flickered across his lips at the feeling. “Not too long. Using the time to watch you without you getting all antsy.”

He tugged her body flush to his and she giggled as he licked at her neck. “Mhm, you’re sweaty.”

“H, that’s gross.”

“No it’s not, just sweat.” He licked at her neck again and she squirmed. “You sweat when I fuck you and have no problem with me licking at you then, so what’s the difference?”

How did the words fuck you make her want him immediately. “Your brain is disgusting,” she said, pushing at him. “Come on, I’m hungry and it’s your turn to cook breakfast.”

His hands pulled on her as she tried to get up, but she slipped through his grasp and he fell back against the bed. “You just like watching me make you breakfast.”

Nora shrugged, and pulled an old DSig shirt out of their chest of drawers, which had become a mixed mess over the weeks. He had ended up in one of her shirts without realizing it, much to the amusement of Nash and the boys, but Nora found it endearing, watching him pull at her oversized button down before realizing the reason it didn’t fit right was because it wasn’t his, but not taking it off. “You’re a good cook.”

Finally, Harry pushed at the sheets and stood up, his completely naked body drawing her eyes in. “Thanks, baby. Pass me some pants?”

She threw a pair of briefs at him and he pulled them on, the material barely covering any of his body, but she didn’t mind in the least. “I’ll start the coffee.”

“As if you know how to work the machine.”

“It’s not my fault it’s all in Italian!”

He laughed and followed her downstairs to the kitchen. She flicked the radio on, Italian ballads filling the room. She loved the kitchen, the simple white cabinets and granite countertops, wooden table and chairs pushed to the side, an island that she usually sat at as Harry cooked. There were windows all the way around, which she opened and let the sunlight in, birds chirping outside.

Harry’s family home was up in the hills outside Lucca, a narrow one-way road winding past houses and an abandoned old church. The house itself was white with multi-colored stone, tall and slim-shaped trees outside next to a small fountain that had a table next to it where they ate dinner most nights. Inside, the house was two stories plus a basement, five bedrooms to properly house Harry’s extended family during the holidays, and two small living rooms overstuffed with books and comfortable couches for mid-afternoon naps. Outside, there was a pool that overlooked the rolling green hills, and a bathhouse with an extra bedroom. All in all, it was heaven and Nora never wanted to leave.

Harry hummed along to some Italian Top 40s song while he scrambled some eggs and toasted two pieces of toast and Nora put together some fruit to go along with it, grabbing some fresh peaches from the bowl. Harry’s neighbor had a peach tree in their front yard and had brought by some the previous day and they were delicious. She managed to get the coffee machine working after bugging Harry for reminders on which button did what, and poured two cups for them, setting one next to the stove for Harry as he finished up cooking.

They ate outside on the patio, a pair of sunglasses balanced on Harry’s curls as they basked in the morning sunshine. “It’s so quiet,” he said to her after setting down his fork, a finished plate in front of him. “Like our friends, but it’s nice to be just us for a bit.”

“Mhm,” she hummed, scooting closer to him on the bench at the table so he could place his arm around her shoulders. “Now I can love on you any time I want.”

“Oh?” Harry ducked down and looked at her, a coy smile on his face. “And you couldn’t before? I seem to remember plenty of loving—“

“Shut up,” she said, swatting at his chest, and he chuckled. “They just always made fun of me, or you. Now no one is going to be whining about us making out in the pool.”

Harry kissed her temple, and then lifted his coffee cup to his lips. “Right about that, love.” She picked up her abandoned peach and took a bite, the juices dribbling down her chin. “What do you want to do today? Swim or go into town?”

Nora considered the options, before deciding on town. “Can we rent bikes again? And I want a gelato.”

“Sure, baby. Want to go get changed and I’ll wash up?” She nodded, pressing a kiss to his lips chastely before scampering into the house. She took a quick shower, wanting to start the day fresh, and put some sunscreen on her skin which had grown darker from the sun over the past few weeks. Harry came into their room as she was fumbling through their clothes, trying to find a pair of specific pair of shorts.

“Have you seen my denim shorts?” She asked him, not even looking up. “The ones with the longer fringe at the back?”

She felt his hands on her hips, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder. “No, not since you wore them last. Gotta be here somewhere—you didn’t put them in the wash, did you?”

His longer hair tickled at her cheek and she smiled at the feeling. “I didn’t. Fuck—I’ll find them. Go get ready, you menace.”

With a squeeze to her hips, he moved away to the bathroom so he could wash his face and brush his teeth. Nora found her shorts at the back of the drawer, and pulled that and a white tank top on, keeping her clothes simple and light so she didn’t sweat through them immediately. Harry ended up in a white t-shirt and grey trousers, a hair clip attached to the waist for his longer locks, a handkerchief tied around his neck that she tugged on to bring his lips to hers.

He fiddled with her hand on the center console as he drove into town, the radio on low volume filling the silence in the car, windows open as they passed houses on the hill. She watched the sights go by, wondering how such a beautiful place could exist. They parked the car right outside the old city walls and walked the distance to the bike shop where they had rented them before.

“Due biciclette per favore,” Harry said to the man in the shop. Nora thumbed through a guidebook on the counter as Harry spoke to the man, their conversation in Italian passing right over her head.

“Per te e la tua ragazza?” The man replied.

“Sì.”

“Lei è piuttosto bella.”

“Tieni le mani lontane da lei!” Harry laughed as he said the words, some joke probably passing between them.

“Sì, sì, certo. Lei è troppo buona per te, lo sai.”

“Lo so.”

Nora swung a leg over her bike and pushed her sunglasses into place, waiting for Harry to get himself together behind her. “What were you two talking about?” She asked as he adjusted his pants so they didn’t get caught on the chains.

“You,” he responded nonchalantly.

“Me?”

He looked up at her and nodded. “He said you were gorgeous, and I told him to keep his hands off my girl. He said you were too good for me.”

Nora scoffed and pushed off the street, pedaling with Harry next to her. “Got that the wrong way ‘round.”

He gave her a smile, and then moved into tourist mode, pointing out the landmarks he had shown her. He knew how much she loved history and that she wouldn’t mind hearing it all again, so he told her stories about the old jail cells and the city walls, the wide gravel tree-lined paths full of other pedestrians and dogs on leashes. They talked about Italian politics, since Harry actually read the newspaper and kept up on the news. He told her old stories about his family visiting and Harry getting lost in the streets, before finally finding his mom at a gelato shop where he went because he wanted something sweet. When they had made a loop around the city, they turned into the streets, carefully maneuvering through the crowds and avoiding the streets with the expensive shops, where people gathered. Instead, they stuck to the back roads and they’d stop every once in a while so Harry could take photos on a film camera he had bought before they’d left the States. He wanted to take it up as a hobby, and thought where was a better place to try it out than Italy?

Nora sent photos of the yellow and tan exteriors of the buildings to send to her mother, one in an endless stream of photos that made her mom jealous of her trip. When they got hungry, they stopped for gelato, and sat outside at a shop next to a bunch of kids who were speaking rapidly in Italian. Harry kept stealing bites from Nora’s, but she shoved his hands away, reminding him that he got his own for a reason. His fingers were sticky when he pulled her chin towards him to kiss her, and his lips tasted like his lemon gelato.

They ditched the bikes in favor of walking around, and they wove in and out of the shops, Nora trying on clothes that Harry picked out before objecting to the price and refusing to let Harry pay for them for her. They tried on sunglasses at one of the street vendors and Harry got some, a pair of brown wide-frame glasses that he tucked into his shirt. He bought a leather notebook that resembled the ones that he wrote lyrics in, and Nora decided to get one of her own, telling Harry she needed to start journaling to remember all the good memories they shared. He took photos of her against a pink building, smelling flowers in a courtyard, and just walking in front of him. In his eyes, it was impossible to not feel beautiful, Nora thought to herself.

Somehow they ended up in an Italian lingerie shop, much to Harry’s joy. “Baby, pleaseee…” He held a white lace set up in front of her, the material mostly mesh and lace, basically full see through. Most times, Nora might have refused him, but after a day spent solely in his company, Nora was wrapped around his finger, just as he was around hers. And the look in his eyes of desire and mischief had her smiling at him.

“Fine,” she replied, and tugged him back to the dressing room with her, much to the amusement of the saleswoman.

He stood outside of the room while she changed, pushing off her shorts and shirt and toying with the delicate material. “Got it on?” He asked, voice low through the flimsy door.

“Almost.” She tugged at the bra straps, situating the cups on her chest. In the mirror, her hair was a mess of sweat and wind, cascading around her shoulders in curls, her face flushed from the sun. She pushed a strand behind her ear and hoped Harry would like it. “Okay,” she said, unlocking the door.

“Thank god, didn’t know if I—fuck.” His words stopped the moment he stepped inside and set his eyes on her body. Quickly, he shut the door behind him, locking it, their bodies close in the narrow dressing room. Nora stood there as his eyes criss-crossed over her body, taking in the sight in front of him. Her shy smile, her sunkissed skin, brown eyes that stared up at him. “Cherry,” he mumbled, her nickname falling from his lips, dripping with desire as he stepped towards her. “You have to let me buy this.”

She leveled her gaze to his, trying to play with him, her favorite activity. “And why is that?”

Harry’s lip tucked between his teeth at her words. “Yeah? Want to choose where I take you?” She nodded, and his fingers drifted over her skin, barely touching it and raising goosebumps in his path. “It’s a deal, baby. Now take it off so I can buy it and get you home.”

Harry followed Nora on her heels, her laughter bouncing off the walls of the house as he kept trying to grab at her hips as she moved through the hallways. Her curls bouncing as she swept your head back and forth, scampering away every time he got closer to her. Seeing her dark hair flutter against the white walls had Harry feeling like he was in a movie, moving in slow motion after the love of his life, barely able to keep her in his grasp.

They didn’t bother closing the doors or the windows in the bedroom, Harry pressing her against the wall with a gasp from her mouth. His lips danced down her neck, sucking and pulling at her skin, his name wet on her tongue. Hands pulled at his hair and fell to his shirt, her fingers scrambling push it up before he leaned back to help her, his handkerchief going with it. When it was off, her mouth attached to his skin, hot lips searing through Harry’s nerves, a rush of adrenaline at the feeling of her on him.

“Nora,” he begged, fingers digging into the curve of her ass, tugging her hips towards his. Without hesitating, her teeth brushed over the mark she had made on him, making him hiss. “Baby, please.” His words were raw and rough, desperate to have her. He could never get enough of her, the way she made him feel, the sounds she made in his arms, the way she looked up at him under long eyelashes, a coy smile that begged for more.

“I need to go change into my new lingerie,” she said, nudging at his chin. It was a soft movement, one that just asked him to stay close to her, and he loved it.

“I know I said that,” he replied, pulling at her skin with his hands, loving how she gasped at the cold of his rings, “but now I really don’t give a fuck.”

“Hmm,” she murmured, running a finger down his chest. “But I do.”

With a sigh, Harry let go of her waist, letting her drop to the ground. She kissed his jaw before turning away, the bag from the lingerie store in her hands as she went into the bathroom. Harry ran a hand down his face, heart fluttering in his chest. He just needed her. It was a carnal need, something beyond reason, the very same feeling that had lingered inside of him since the moment he first touched her. It never left him—the desire to have her close, to touch her skin, to make her moan his name. He was addicted to it, and he had no plans to quit.

He fell to the bed, head hitting the pillows, and stared at the closed door. Behind it, he imagined Nora naked, fumbling with the straps and the lace. He easily conjured the image of her in it earlier and he cursed himself for not taking her in that dressing room. Who gave a fuck if anyone heard them.

“Taking forever in there,” he called out to her, getting antsy from his spot on the bed. He had propped his head up on the pillows, giving him a perfect view of the door.

“Somebody’s impatient.” Her voice was music to his ears, sweet and rough.

He scratched at his hair, pulling at the long strands as he waited. “What can I say, love? I’m—holy fucking hell.”

She kept doing that, interrupting his stream of words by opening the door and standing there, naked and bare for him except for the flimsy material covering her body. The white lace clung to her skin, the picture of innocence that he knew she was anything but. Somehow that made it even more alluring, the dichotomy of the delicate lace and the coy smile on her face. Harry sat up and let his eyes trail over her skin, the rise and fall of her curves, the way her breasts strained against the edge of the bra, gaze following the V of the underwear to where he wanted her most.

He swallowed with difficulty, throat suddenly dry at the sight of her, sunlight from outside making her skin glow in front of him. “Cherry…” He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence, completely overwhelmed by her.

But then she opened her sinful, delicious mouth, and set Harry’s body ablaze. “I want you to fuck me on the kitchen counter.”

He practically choked. “What?”

She shifted, moving towards him like an animal prowling its prey. “I want you to fuck me on the kitchen counters. The same ones where you make me breakfast every morning. You said I could choose where, right?” When her fingers drifted across his forehead lightly, Harry keened into her, desperate for her touch. She bent her head and whispered low in his ear, “Well I want it on the counters. Every counter.”

That had Harry in motion. He stood, pulling her up so that her legs were around his waist, feet clasped at his lower back. Her hands threaded through his hair and pulled, making his neck tip back as she kissed him. Harry moved through the house blind, unable to see anything but her, but somehow he made it down the stairs without tripping, through the narrow hallways, and finally to the kitchen, the afternoon sunlight hitting the tile perfectly. The windows were open and you could hear the breeze, the soft chirp of the birds, the hint of cicadas. He was going to give her her wish—to fuck her on every one of these counters, fill this kitchen with memories of her moaning against him, let anyone who neared the house hear her call his name.

He dropped her to the counter closest to him, her bare bottom except for the lace panties she wore hitting the smooth granite with a thud. “Want me to fuck you on the counters?” He mumbled, lips tugging at hers, hands cupping her face as he kissed her. Without even meaning to, he pushed his hips into her clothed center and he was suddenly thankful for the lower height of the counters, because it meant she was the perfect height for him. “I can do that, baby.”

Nora’s lips were a dark pink when he pulled away, eyes blown out with desire, hair a mess behind her shoulders from his hands. “H,” she breathed, pushing at his pants, “please.”

“‘m coming, love,” he told her, pushing off his trousers so he was in nothing but his briefs. Then, he dropped to his knees. He wanted to taste her first, he decided. And then he was going to make her come until she physically couldn’t anymore, barely giving her time to recover. They’d talked about it before—overstimulation. She had mentioned that she liked it, like being able to barely think as he touched her, like it when he fucked her from one orgasm to the next without pause. He had been rolling it over in his head, considering a time to experiment with more, to see how far she could go.

Now, he decided, was the time.

His fingers danced up her legs, and Nora gasped at the feeling. “As much as I love this set, it needs to come off now.” He punctuated the sentence with a searing tug at her inner thighs with his lips, sucking her skin into his mouth and making a pop sound when he let go. It made her squirm on the countertops and her hands were beginning to get wet from sweat, the combination of the heat and the feeling of Harry’s hands on her making her body temperature rise.

The lace slid against the granite as he pulled it off of her, Nora lifting her hips just enough for him to be able to clear the curve of her ass. When her panties were on the floor, Nora let her thighs fall open and she just sat there, skin aflame from Harry’s gaze.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, fingers brushing around her pussy; a whine leaving her lips that made Harry smile. “Squirmin’ for me, hmm?”

He knew she loved it when he talked, she’d told him many, many times, and so he had thrown his filter out long ago. Now, he said whatever popped into his brain, and usually it was a mess of compliments and teases about how much he wanted her, because none of it was lie. Hands clasped around the back of her knees and tugged so that her pussy was on the edge of the counter, the cold granite on her hot skin. She looked utterly delectable, pink lips waiting for him, the soft rolls of her stomach fluttering with each breath, her breasts heaving in her bra. “H…oh, god.” When his lips attached to her clit, one of her hands threaded through his hair and tugged his face closer to her, the stubble on his chin brushing across her slit. “Fuck,” she panted, rolling her hips for more of the roughness, needing anything she would give him.

Harry kneaded her hips in his hands, loving the weight of his rings on her smooth and sensitive skin. “Feel good?” He asked, licking over her nub and listening to her keen, wet and breathy echos of yes floating through the air. Then he couldn’t torture her anymore, the sight of her hole clenching around nothing just sending him into a tailspin. So he moved one of his hands and pressed his index finger to her slit, the callused touch rough against her but just what she needed. She sighed at the pressure and Harry watched in delight as her wetness let him slide right in, all the way up to the ring on his finger.

She bucked against him, demanding more, and Harry dove back in, pumping in and out of her with his one finger and curling inside of her as he devoured her clit with his mouth. He rolled her nub with his tongue and then sucked, letting his teeth brush against it and smiling as she shook against him. “More,” she begged, pushing towards him, her one hand on the counter barely able to support her quivering body.

So he added a second finger, his middle finger joining his index inside of her, and she sighed at the stretch. “Fucking drenched,” he mumbled as he watched her eyes flutter shut at the feeling. “So wet for me, baby. Can you hear it?”

All she could do. was nod, the sensations overwhelming her—his fingers inside of her, the slickness of her juices as he pumped hard and fast into her, curling at her rear walls. The way he played with her clit, torturing her as he licked over her, sucking and pulling, the stubble on his chin rough against her skin. It was fucking heaven, and she never wanted it to stop. “Gonna come,” she whined, clenching around his fingers and in his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp.

“Want it,” he mumbled against her clit, the vibrations making her back arch. “Come for me, princess. Please? Want to feel you come on my fingers. Want to watch it drip out of you. Come on, baby.”

Nora couldn’t control it anymore, and she was coming in a second, her body shaking and stuttering on the counter, hand sliding for hold on something, but failing. Harry held her hips in place so she didn’t slide off the counter, and anchored her there as he pumped her through her orgasm, licking at her clit until she was begging for him to stop. Her walls fluttered around his fingers and he loved it, but what he loved even more was removing his fingers from her and the strands of her come that he saw when he pulled away. He moved his lips from her clit to her slit, and licked over her hole, the sight of her quivering exactly what he wanted. When he pulled his lips away he watched a bit of come drip from her hole, weepy and red, and could barely look away.

Then he moved his fingers to her mouth, tapping them to her bottom lip to ask her to open. Which she did. Happily. She bobbed her head like she would on his dick and Harry about came right there and then. But he couldn’t—he had a task at hand that he hadn’t completed.

His head swiveled around the kitchen, counting quickly. “There’s four open counters in here,” he said eyes finding hers again. “Want you to come on every one of them.”

Her eyes widened, processing what he was saying and asking of her. Permission for him to go more intense than he had in the past. But instead of fear of discomfort running through her body, all she felt was desire. “Only if I get you inside of me for all of them,” she replied, taunting him, seeing how long he could last for her.

“Oh baby,” he said, coming to full height and brushing her sweaty hair off of her forehead. “As if I’d pass up the opportunity to feel you come around me.”

In an instant he was moving her to the next counter, the dreaded coffee machine to the right of her and the fridge on the left. Their lips found each other in a mess of teeth and tongue, Nora’s hands pushing at his briefs and Harry unclasping her bra, desperate to see her bare for him. When her breasts fell, he traded her lips for her nipples, rolling them into his mouth. At the same time, Nora had gotten his briefs down enough for his cock to poke out and her hand was on him immediately, tugging at a pace that was going to make him come if he didn’t stop her.

“Nor,” he said, pulling on her hand so it wasn’t on his dick, but instead on his back. “Goin’ to make me come if you keep that up.”

“Then how about you fuck me?”

She knew how to push all of his buttons and adored doing it. It drove Harry crazy, that she could make him beg for her with just a handful of words—the control she had over him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, and he loved every second of it. “Legs up, baby,” he told her, tapping on her knees. She followed his directions immediately, shifting closer to him and pulling her knees up and clasping her feet around his middle.

Harry knew he wouldn’t need much lubricant, but he decided to add a bit more just so he didn’t hurt her—he knew she was sensitive. So he let spit fall from his lips, the slickness of it landing right on his dick. He pumped it one, covering his length, and then he nudged his tip into her. Nora gasped his name immediately, and his eyes moved to hers, not wanting to miss his favorite moment—when he pushed into her. Which he did, in one fluid motion that had her curling into him.

She was wet, insanely wet from her orgasm and the build-up, and tight, her walls clenching around him as he sat inside of her, flush to the hilt. Nora’s arm wrapped around his shoulder and pressed her head to the crook of his neck, unable to hold herself up anymore, which Harry didn’t mind in the slightest. He loved it when she hung onto him, her trust in him enough to let him control their movements. Harry’s hands moved to her hips and he held them steady as he pulled back and slid back into her, a guttural groan leaving his lips at the feeling of her fluttering around him. “God, baby, you feel so good. Made for me, you know? How did I get so lucky?”

His words were a mess and he didn’t care; he knew she wouldn’t judge what he said. When her fingernails dug into his skin he took it as a sign for more, and so he set about his task—making his girl come again. She liked it fast and hard, loved it when he hit her back walls and made her scream. So he would give her exactly what she wanted.

Harry drove into her at a pace that would probably leave bruises on her thighs, but she didn’t care in the slightest. She panted into his ear, his name echoing around them as his dick pushed in and out of her. Ever since they’d gone bare the first time they had never gone back, them both adoring how close it made them feel. And in moments like this, with Nora draped over his body, all of her weight balanced on him, him pushing into her fast and deep, it was as if they were inside one another.

When Nora clamored at his back, hands pulling at his taught skin and a scream ripped through her throat, he knew he found her g-spot. “That it, baby? Hmm?” She nodded furiously into his skin, teeth coming down on the muscle of his shoulder and Harry grunted from the feeling. “’S mine, yeah?”

“Yours,” she moaned, and then she rolled her hips in a slight circle and Harry faltered at the feeling. “Yours, Harry, I’m yours.”

His head hung on her shoulder, and from there he could cast his eyes down and see his dick entering her barely, their skin slapping against each other. “Holy shit,” he said through clenched teeth. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.”

Nora took the situation into her own hands, finding the ability to hold herself up. She pulled away from his neck and rested on one hand, shifting her weight so that she could slither her hand down the length of her body. Her fingers rubbed at her clit and Harry was captured by the sight, her fingers rolling across her wetness as he slammed into her, chasing their orgasms. “I’m close,” she said, walls bearing down on him.

“Me too,” he said, head tilting back. “I’ll come when you do.”

She nodded, knowing how much he loved it when she came and that it usually made him come immediately. It was just one example of how much his body was obsessed with her, his own desire intrinsically tied up in hers. “Come on, love,” she looked up at him, capturing his attention. “Make me come?”

He pulled her lips to his and drove into her at a pace unmatched by his previous one, slamming into her with his full force, sliding into her so fast he could barely keep himself up. He was pushing his weight into her, the hand not on her waist clenching the edge of the countertop. “Come for me, baby,” he mumbled, “want to come in you. Please, Nora, please.”

With one more circle of her hand on her clit she faltered, a scream of his name ripping through her lips and he let it, loving how it reverberated in the room. That she didn’t have to hide it, that he could have it all. She clenched around him and it made his breath choke in his throat, hands curling as he came. Ropes of come inside of her, coating her walls, panting against her lips as he kissed her messily, just wanting to be close to her.

When he regained his normal breathing and feeling in his body, he leaned back slightly, not enough where he pulled out from her, but just enough to where he could look at her. “Gonna move ya,” he said, arms coming around her back. She nodded and held onto him like a koala as he lifted her, moving to a countertop a few paces away, on the other side of the stove. He stayed inside of her the whole time and even though he was softer than before, he wasn’t fully soft because the feeling of her walls fluttering and his tip shifting inside of her as he stepped had him hissing through his teeth.

“Sensitive?” She asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Worried abut me?”

She smiled at him, a soft one full of love and adoration. “Not worried. Just want to make sure it’s not too much.”

“Fuck no,” he replied, shaking his head. “’S perfect. Gonna make you come around me as I get hard,” he told her, and she bit into her lip at the thought. “Like the sound of that?”

“Yeah,” she said, elbows resting on his shoulders. “Like it a lot.”

Harry kissed her, licking into her mouth and savoring the taste of her, sweet like honey on his tongue. The way her hands pulled on his hair, not minding that it was sweaty and a disaster, just wanted something to hold onto. “Wish we’d brought some toys,” he mumbled when he pulled away, the idea of making her come with him inside and vibrator on her clit suddenly filling his imagination.

Her eyebrows shot up. “Why didn’t you?”

“Had to fit all your goddamn swimsuits into our bags that didn’t quite fit, did it?”

Nora laughed, her eyes crinkling at the sides. “You love my swimsuits, you ass.”

She was right. He loved them, the way they barely covered her body, the different colors and patterns on her skin that he got to pull off after their time in the pool—or if he was lucky, while they were in the pool. He decided he’d see if he could fuck her in the pool tomorrow. He planned on taking her every day of the week while they were here. “I do, baby. Love ‘em almost as much as I love you.” Then, he pushed two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them on his tongue and letting her watch him, eyes never leaving him.

With that, his fingers pushed between their hips, her softening her back so that his hand could slide against her. And he set a brutal pace immediately, the wetness from his spit meaning he could move against her furiously. The feeling of her clenching around him as he began to draw her closer to her high, her body beyond sensitive after two orgasms, was enough for him to be nearly hard immediately. “H,” she breathed, head lolling back on her neck at the feeling of him rubbing against her.

She was shaking as he rolled her clit between his fingers, and then made a counter-clockwise circle, finger tips brushing above her slit where they were connected. That spot in particular made her moan, a desperate sound that made him want more. He was desperate for her to come, wanting to see her fall apart around him again, the sight one that he wished could go in a museum. Every museum in Italy should have a photo of her when she came.

He made a mental note to grab his camera the next time they had sex—he wanted to immortalize the sight.

When she sharply yelped, hips bucking into his, his eyes flickered across her. “Too much?”

She shook her head, lifting it so she could look at him. “Need more. Please, H.”

“What do you need baby?”

Nora’s hand drifted from his bicep to his neck, securely fastening to its side, the pressure making him zero in on her. “Need you to fuck me again. Can you do that?”

“Fuck me.” His groan was drawn-out and low in his throat. “Yeah, I can do that.” It was like her demand had made him hard again, his body wanting to do nothing less than please her. “Want me like this again, angel?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, unable to form words, but the sound was enough for him to know she did.

“Your wish is my command.” And then he drew back, using their come from before and the slickness of her juices as lubricant as he slid back into her, the feeling of him moving inside of her making her let out a sudden cry. After just sitting inside of her, moving against her was everything he needed. “Goin’ to go slower, okay? Need to last for you.”

She nodded furiously, body tightening in his hold. Her fingers pressed into his throat more and he didn’t even think she was doing it on purpose, but he wasn’t complaining. Her thumb was on his Adam’s apple, her other fingers clasped around the back of his neck. He shifted his hand away from her clit, ignoring her whine, and adjusted her hand so that her palm was situated squarely around the front of his neck.

Her eyes widened. “Too much?” He asked, checking in with her as he returned to her clit, rubbing against her bud with his thumb.

“No,” she replied, tensing her hand experimentally. “It’s hot, actually.”

Harry smiled, pulling her clit with his thumb and forefinger in response and her hips jumped. “I like it.”

“Just...stop me if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” Her voice was sweet, and Harry loved it—how she wanted to make sure she didn’t hurt him.

“I will,” he promised. She squeezed again, a bit tighter that time, and he let out a strangled moan. He’d never tried this with anyone else, but he had to admit, he liked it more than he had expected. He pulled his attention from her hand around his neck and to where his dick pushed in and out of her, trying to hold back his tempo so he could last for her. Instead of going fast, he settled for going deep, pressing every inch of her pussy, and rolling her clit fast. The combination had her squirming, hips almost pushing away from him. “Good, baby?”

“So good,” she breathed out, squeezing happily at his throat. “Might come soon. It’s so much—fuck, H—I can’t…”

The sight of her eyes fluttering and breasts bouncing as he pressed into her was tattooed into his brain. “That’s it, love. Come for me.”

Nora swiveled her hips slightly, chasing his touch, fingernails cutting into his skin at the back of his throat. “I—“ she choked on her words, head falling back as she came, it creeping up on her this time. The intensity of it, though, was unmatched, her whole body shaking so much that Harry had to pull her against him and hold her so she didn’t bang her head. He continued to push into her slowly, eyes clenched to try and hold back from coming at the feeling of her holding his dick inside of her like a vice.

When her body had calmed, Harry still hadn’t stopped, making good on his promise to fuck her through her orgasm and into the next one. “Can I bend you over for the next one?” He asked her, lips on her ear as he spoke, words low and rough.

“Y—yes,” she said, words chalky in her throat. They both needed a different position, something to change things up.

So Harry pulled out of her, both hissing from the loss of him, and he quickly carried her to the second to last countertop. She stood unsteadily on her feet, so he held her fast, not wanting her to fall. Nora bent over on her own, the cold granite on her bare breasts making her gasp. Harry ran his hands down her back, pushing her hair to the side so he could see her skin. “You okay?” He asked, kneading her sides to calm her down.

“Mhm,” she hummed, reaching her hand back to hold onto his. “Want you.”

The desire she had for him matched his, and it was in moments like these that he was thankful for it. He brushed his dick over her slit, it weepy and puffy from her multiple orgasms, their mixed come coating her skin. With his eyes on her face to make sure it was okay, he pushed in in one motion. The new angle had him hitting a different spot inside of her, one that made Nora dig her fingers into Harry’s hand and her toes curl. Harry’s head flopped back, panting heavily from the feeling. “So wet,” he rasped, “feels so good. Shit, baby, you feel so good.”

He swept his hands across her skin before he started to push in and out of her, his pace picking up as he fucked into her. She was still reeling from her last orgasm, much less the two before it. There were two more that he wanted from her, two more that she said could give. He wanted them here, like this.

All of a sudden, her hand moved his, relocating it from her side to her ass, his palm landing on one of her cheeks. “Want me to pull on you here?” He asked, kneading into the skin. He loved her ass, loved how they pressed against his hips when he pushed in and out of her. “Want me to spank you, baby?”

“Please,” she pleaded, voice raw. “Please, please, please.”

They’d done it a few times before and each time she’d loved it and he hadn’t gone too hard. So he decided he would give her a few, just to help bring her closer to her orgasm. “Okay, angel.” He had his rings on, so he decided not to go too hard, not wanting to hurt her. After rolling her skin in his hand, pulling her towards his hips as he pushed into her, he raise his hand and let it fall. The slap made her mewl, a delicious sound that had Harry bending and pressing kisses down her back. She shivered under his touch and Harry thumbed at her sides, trying to settle her. “Good?”

“Good,” she answered. She pushed her hips insistently against his and hummed.

“Sensitive?” He wanted to know where she was, how to make her come, how to give her what she needed.

“Yeah.” Her words were shaky as she tried to focus on him. “I—I don’t know if I can do two more, H.”

Harry didn’t mind, he just wanted as much as she could give him. “That’s okay, love. I’ll take as much as you can do.” With a tender kiss to her spine, he pulled her hips towards him, creating a bit of space between her thighs and the cabinets below them. Just enough to be able to sneak his hand between them and rub at her clit.

It had her shrieking, the sudden additional pressure sending her into overdrive. Harry was about there himself—he was an orgasm deep and barely fighting off a second one, trying to focus on anything other than his own pleasure to try and hold himself at bay. Instead, he watched her face contort with pleasure, her flushed cheeks rest on the counter tops, her arms unable to keep her body up anymore. She was holding onto the side of the counter for dear life as he fucked her, and he just hoped he wasn’t hurting her, pushing her too far. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, checking in with her.

She bobbed her head in a nod. “Good. Close. Can’t—can’t hold on.”

“Don’t need to, baby,” he reminded her, rubbing his fingers into her shoulder blade to release some pressure. His hips pushed into hers at a steady pace, his other hand forming circles on his clit. Another spank, he decided, would send her over the edge.

Perhaps it was the shock of it, or the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her, because she came immediately. She choked on air, knuckles holding onto the counter top that they turned white. Harry pulled his hand away and shuddered, barely containing himself as he fucked her through it. He truly didn’t know if he could last enough for her to come again. He was dribbling pre-cum into her, weeping into her, his body taught and ready to come if anyone asked him to. Could barely hold himself together, much less for long enough for her to come again.

So he bent down, pressing his chest to her back, loving kisses to her skin. “What do you want to do, baby?”

Shakily, she uttered a single word. “Another.”

He picked his head up, shocked. He thought it was too much for her. “Really?” She just nodded, and so he pulled out of her slowly, the ridges of his dick brushing against every nook and cranny of her pussy. She whimpered at the emptiness, but Harry picked her up, her pliant in his arms. “Gotcha, love. I’ve got you.” Her cheek rested on his shoulder, exhausted, fingers crawling all over him like she always did when she was fucked out. “Are you sure you want to keep going?”

“H,” she mumbled, “told you I want another. So give me another.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her bossiness, it never failing even when she was tired. Or perhaps it was stronger when she was like this. “Anything for you.” The last countertop was the island, and so he could lay her out flat, let her body stretch in front of him. Her hair cascaded across the granite and he didn’t know if there was a single more beautiful sight in the world. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold off,” he expressed honestly as he thumbed at her clit, the feeling making her hiss.

“Give me whatever you have left,” she said, reaching for his cheek. Softly, she brushed a thumb across it, and the tenderness of the motion grounded Harry.

“Love you so much,” he breathed out as he looked at her. “So much that I don’t even know how to express it.”

A tear leaked from the corner of her eyes and Harry brushed it away. “Love you too,” she told him. “Just as much.” Her fingers pulled at his hand that was resting on her belly and slowly she kissed each of his fingers, a smile drifting onto his face.

Outside, the sun was setting, and the orange hues dances across Nora’s skin like a painting, coating her in evening light. She was breathtaking in front of him. “Come here,” he mumbled, reaching for her, “want you close.”

Shakily, she pressed herself up towards him and Harry helped her. As much as he loved seeing her stretched out in front of him, he wanted to hold her for this last one, to have her as close as possible. He gathered her up in his arms, and then he nudged his tip, which was so sensitive that the mere touch of her slit made him growl, into her. She scratched at his shoulder blades, angry red marks that he would look at later left on his skin as he pushed in fully.

Harry bit onto his lip, it being the only thing that could anchor him. Just one more, he reminded himself, and then he could come. She needed one more.

“Not going to last long,” she mumbled, her words wet on his neck as she licked at his skin. “Too sensitive.”

He swept her hair into a ponytail so he could smooth kisses across the top of her shoulder. “Me either.”

Her knees squeezed at his hips, anchoring him against her as he pushed into her. She was wet and hot and clenching down on him so tightly that Harry was panting each of his breaths. He was going tor remember this for the rest of time, he thought to himself, this feeling of her around him. “H.” His initial was a prayer on her lips, uttered over and over again as he drove into her. His hands held her close, covering her in his touch, pressing her as close as he could get.

They were making love, sex long forgotten, focused only on how they felt for each other. Nora pulled his lips in for a kiss and they lost themselves in it, passionately nudging at one another with tongues and teeth. Harry pulled on her bottom lip and she giggled, before surging forward, kissing his hot and heavy.

It was overwhelming, the feeling of her everywhere on his skin. “Love you,” he mumbled, thoughts spiraling, “love you so much. God, love you, Nora. Love you. Fuck, I love you.” It was all he could process, the only words he could conjure up.

She didn’t care though, she just wanted him. As he rocked into her, she held his head close to hers, their foreheads resting against one another. She could feel her orgasm rising inside of her, it barely far away after how many she had experienced. Her body was exhausted, but yet she wanted one more, she constantly wanted more with him, for it to never end. This feeling of being absorbed in his body, the closeness of him to her, the way he touched her and said her name and panted in her ear as he pushed into her. “Kiss me,” she whispered. “Kiss me and I’ll come.”

Harry found her lips immediately, reconnecting them in a promise. And when he did, Nora lost it, her body shuddering and sighing in his arms, legs shaking around his waist. She was pliant, putty against him, sinking into him, and he loved every second of it.

And that’s when he let go, coming inside of her harder than he ever had before, unable to hold back for one more second. He couldn’t move against her and just held her to him as he came, painting her walls with ropes of come that left him with a growl in her ears. It overtook his entire body, the feeling of coming inside of her after waiting for so long, his bones rattling from the sensation.

When he finally stopped, they were both shaking from sensitivity and the nips of cool air that passed through the room, nighttime settling outside. “Want me to pull out?” He asked, not knowing which would hurt more—being in or out of her.

“No,” she said, shaking her head against his chest, where she rested. “Just…stay.”

So he stayed there, holding her to him, still inside of her, as they both caught their breaths and came down from their intense highs. The cicadas chirped and trees rustled, the sounds of the hills of Italy floating through the room. The air was heavy with sweat and desire, and Harry adored it because all he could smell was her—her sweat, her perfume, the shampoo they shared because he had run out. The smell of her on his skin, his favorite scent in the world.

“Okay,” she finally said, words dry on her tongue.

“Pull out?”

“Yeah.”

Slowly, he pulled his hips from hers and his dick left her. She felt empty without him there, but at the same time it felt good, her body finally calming fully. “How about a bath?” He asked her, brushing at the sweat on her forehead, pushing away her hair that fell into her face. “Soothe your muscles a bit.”

She nodded, and Harry picked her up, her body still sore and exhausted. With her attached to him, he climbed the stairs, both of them fully naked, but he didn’t have a care in the world. Just wanted to make sure she was okay. When they reached their room, he kicked open the door to the bathroom, and set her on the toilet.

“You should pee, angel.”

Nora nodded. They’d long ago gotten over the discomfort of peeing in front of someone else. He turned to the tub, messing with knobs to get the temperature just right as she peed next to him. “Want it hot,” she told him.

He looked back at her, her cheek resting on her palm as she watched him. “Like, really hot? Or kinda hot?”

“Somewhere in between?”

He didn’t know what that meant, but he’d endeavor to find out for her. The temperature was about as good as he could get it, he decided, and so he turned back to her. “Done?” She nodded, and he pulled her leg towards him. She flushed the toilet, and then let him tug her into his lap, her legs fastening around him again as he rose to full height. Gingerly, he stepped into the filling tub, and when he finally sat, the water reached midway full. “How’s that, baby?”

Her head rested on his chest, right over the swallows, and she sighed. “Perfect.”

Running his hands up and down her back to calm her, Harry thought about nothing but her. How she consumed his every thought and moment. Was that normal? Did everyone feel like this? “I’ve never felt like this about anyone else,” he mumbled, lips resting on her temple.

“Me either.”

“Is it…normal?”

Her fingers danced up his biceps, across his tattoos like she loved to do. “I don’t know. But I don’t want it to change.”

He reached forward and turned off the water, before settling back, letting her body follow his. She rested against his chest, fully flush against him. “I won’t let it.”

She kissed his swallow, a tenderness that made him almost sob. It was moments like these, the small ones of her curled up against him, their minds and bodies quiet, consumed in nothing but one another, that his love for her overwhelmed him. “Who thought I’d fall in love with a frat boy.”

Harry laughed, picking her wet hair up and massaging her neck. “Not just any frat boy,” he reminded her.

Nora shifted her chin up, so that they were looking at each other. “Harry, my frat boy.”

“Nora,” he replied, her name his favorite word, “my love.”

They sat there until the water grew cold, and then he picked her up and carried her to bed, not bothering to dress themselves in anything. And then they fell asleep, bodies intertwined in the sheets, the clear Italian night wrapping around them like a cocoon, not wanting to disturb them from their world. A world filled with nothing but one another.

#boyfriendathon #Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles drabble #college harry styles #fratboy!harry fan fiction #fratboy harry styles #frat boy harry styles

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flippyspoon · 5 years ago

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(post-3 Halloween fluff for ya)

Treat

Billy grunted and squished down into the depths of Susan’s couch. She was giving out candy at the door. She’d encouraged him to help. It was the kind of thing Owens was always urging him to do; normal social sort of things.

But people were setting off fireworks outside and the sounds kept startling him, making him think of Starcourt. Why people were setting fireworks at Halloween, he had no idea. But that was Hawkins for you.

“Okay, I’m going out,” Max said, practically skipping out of her room. She was dressed up as Freddy Kreugar and she wiggled her plastic nailed Freddy glove at him, cackling.

Billy had tried for a solid week to get up the nerve to ask Steve Harrington if he wanted to hang out and...the nerve had never arrived.

A few days ago they’d kissed at Family Video as Steve was closing up. Then Billy had run off, mumbling that he “had to go” because… because…

He couldn’t say why exactly. He didn’t have to worry about his asshole dad anymore. Neil had taken off for “greener pastures” before Billy had come back.

He hadn’t had a chance to talk about the kiss with Owens yet. Amazingly, he did actually confide in Owens. Owens was just so easy to talk to and he never even approached judgement.

So that was something.

“You’re trick or treating?” Billy said warily, as Max shook out her pillowcase. “Aren’t you guys a little old?”

“Yeah, but we don’t care,” Max said, shrugging. “Besides, El didn’t get to trick or treat her whole life. We’re making it up to her.”

“Hmm.” He had no reply to that. Anything in favor of El, he was also in favor of nowadays.

“We’re probably just going to Loch Nora anyways,” Max said, as she headed for the door, now wide open, her mother sitting out on the porch. “They always give out full sized candy bars.”

“You’re going to Loch Nora?” Billy said, reflexively jumping to his feet. “I’ll go with you.”

Max knew too much and grinned. “Ha! I knew it.” She reached into her pillowcase and pulled out a headband bearing a pair of glittery red devil horns. “Here’s your costume then.”

“Max.”

“Steve will like it,” Max said, in far too innocent a tone.

Billy grumbled at that, but he pulled up the hood of his black sweat shirt and put on the horns over it, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he followed Max outside and waving to Susan as they left.

The Party greeted Billy with a gentle kind of civility, except for Will who was dressed as a wizard and who softly asked him how he was doing and walked right beside him and offered him Skittles.

Every kid in Hawkins was outside and they all seemed to be making noise, though blessedly the fireworks seemed to be contained to Cherry Road.

“I’m okay,” Billy mumbled in Will’s direction. “Sometimes I miss the hospital. Weird, huh?”

“Sometimes a hospital’s easier,” Will offered.

The kid was right about that, Billy thought.

At Loch Nora, Billy’s heart started pounding. The kids seemed determined to hit every single house in order though Dustin made a big deal about getting to Steve’s as if Steve was some kind of celebrity and Dustin had an important in.

At Steve’s door, Billy stood behind the kids. He made himself stand there. He had to clench his fists to force himself not to run away again.

It was going to be humiliating, he told himself.

That one little kiss (soft, no tongue, Steve’s mouth had been so warm and perfect and tasted like Red Hots) had been everything Billy had ever wanted and the thought of that had been...overwhelming. He’d been so wired up he had to walk a mile before he went home and then realized he’d ditched Steve.

The Harrington’s porch light was on. The BMW was in the driveway. Billy saw movement inside and then the door was thrown open and Steve appeared.

Steve’s hair was so long now it touched his shoulders. He was wearing an orange t-shirt with a jack-o-lantern face on it and a black cardigan and he had a Blow-Pop in his mouth that was turning his plush lips a glossy bright red.

He was so pretty, Billy reeled and almost fell off the front stoop.

Steve’s eyebrows shot up as he looked out at the party and he took the Blow-Pop out of his mouth. “Heeey! Hey, guys!” He finally saw Billy, who braced himself for Steve’s smile to collapse, and for Steve’s eyes to turn icy. But Steve only smiled brighter. He was holding a giant bowl full of candy bars and the kids dove in, not waiting for him to dole them out.

“Hey,” Steve said softly, nodding at him. “Haven’t seen you…”

“Yeah.” Billy shrugged. With Steve, he was usually a lot chattier. Steve, he found a lot easier to talk to since coming back. “Um…”

The kids were taking off already. Max took one look at the two of them and said, “I’ll see you back at home!” She skipped off after Lucas and the others were too interested in the next gold mine of candy to be paying attention.

“Hey,” Steve said yet again. He stepped out on the front stoop and tugged on Billy’s sleeve, dragging him inside. “Get in here, will ya?”

“Oh…” Billy let himself be dragged, so dizzy with...whatever it was, he thought. Love. Affection. That electric feeling he got whenever Steve smiled at him. “Yeah.”

Steve shut the door behind them and he crowded Billy whose lips parted as he watched, a little awestruck. Steve smelled freshly showered. He was wearing a hint of Polo (his favorite, Billy had learned long ago). He pressed up against Billy, his gaze flitting over Billy’s face.

He did not look unhappy.

“You went away,” Steve said, just a little plaintive.

“Yeah um...sorry-”

“I was nervous,” Steve said.

Billy swallowed and his hands found their way to Steve’s arms and held him there. He was fascinated by how soft Steve’s sweater felt and how firm his muscles were underneath it.

“You were nervous?” Billy murmured.

“Hell yeah, I was nervous,” Steve whispered, his lips nearly brushing Billy’s. “Never kissed a guy. Almost ran out myself.”

Billy felt a favor was being done for him. He didn’t mind. Steve was thoughtful like that.

“Oh,” Billy breathed. “Well-”

Billy had no idea what he’d been about to say, but that was alright because Steve was kissing him and Steve’s tongue was in his mouth and then he was melting against the door. Steve reached up and caressed Billy’s cheeks with his thumbs, cradling his face like he was important and potentially fragile (boy, was he).

“You wanna stay here with me tonight?” Steve said, his voice a little throaty and way too knowing.

Billy only nodded and he tugged on those soft sleeves, pulling Steve closer.

“I like your little devil horns,” Steve whispered in his ear.

Thanks, Max, he thought and then didn’t think anything as Steve kissed his way down Billy’s throat.

#harringrove #harringrove ficlet

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 5 years ago

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Good tropes feverish delirium and mumbling or any type of carrying? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top

@torie-white (I have an idea for your other suggestion) and @kusnilive all asked for similar prompts.

Get ready for some Yangst.

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Yang bit back her tears as she sat by Blake’s bed, listening to the quiet mumbles that left her lips.

Blake had been stabbed by a poison dart, leaving her in the vulnerable state that she was in right now. Ruby and Weiss were tracking the assailant down, along with Ren and Nora for backup. Jaune was staying nearby in case Blake took a turn for the worst. Her own Aura could only do so much.

“Didn’t want… any… this. Wanted… peace…” Blake whimpered in her sleep, her body tense and her ears pressed flat against her head.

“Shhhh.” Yang murmured softly into Blake’s ear as she brushed her friend’s hair back from her forehead. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” She added gently, pressing her lips to Blake’s forehead and frowning at the heat radiating from her. It was high; too high.

“Not… not her.” Blake mumbled, her head rolling to the side as her breathing sped up, her face morphing into an expression of pure terror. “Not… please… don’t…”

Yang froze, her heart twisting painfully as she realised exactly where Blake’s mind had gone. She was trapped back in that fateful night. Yang inhaled shakily and leaned close to Blake’s ear and spoke softly.

“Blake. It’s me. It’s Yang.” She whispered. “I’m right here. I’m okay. I’m safe. You are too.” A pained whimper escaped Blake as Yang spoke. “It’s okay. He’s gone. He can’t hurt us anymore. He can’t hurt anyone anymore. We’re okay.”

It took a moment, but Blake’s breathing started to even out as Yang spoke, her whimpers and mumbles fading off as Yang stroked her hair. When Blake had finally fallen into a deeper, more peaceful slumber, Yang slumped back in her chair and exhaled shakily.

“Here.” Yang glanced up and sighed a quiet thank you as Jaune passed a cup of coffee before walking around to place his hands over Blake’s puncture wound on her collar and activating his semblance and boosting her Aura for a few minutes, as he had been doing every hour now. It gave Blake a break and allowed her to continue fighting the poison when they couldn’t be there with her.

Well… except for Yang who refused to leave her side.

“Don’t worry about it, Yang.” Jaune said softly. “You and Blake are my friends. I’m gonna try to be as helpful as I can.”

Yang smiled gratefully and nodded before turning her gaze back to Blake’s face. God, how she missed those warm amber eyes. How when she was challenged, that same amber sharpened to molten gold. How Blake could be seconds from placing her blade at somebody’s throat, but would never fail to look at Yang with a softness that she didn’t know was possible before sending a golden, fiery glare towards the enemy.

She missed the snark. She missed her sass. She missed how Blake would subtly try to invade her space without notice (and always failed, despite her capabilities at stealth.)

She missed her. And by the Gods, she wouldn’t leave her side until she woke up.

#bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby #fanfic

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softestgentlest · 4 years ago

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Trope: friends to lovers (kinda roommates too???)

Prompt: "you'd make such a shitty spy."

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Nora huddled in the middle of the couch, a blanket wrapped around her like a cloak, peeking through her fingers at the climax of The Shining, when her front door swung open, loudly banging against the coat rack.

Emitting a high pitched scream, she jumped to stand on the couch, throwing her blanket and the remote at the shadowy figure in the entryway.

"Oi!" It shouts back over the film and the sound of rain pelting the windows, "bit extreme, don't you think, Eleonora?"

She stills, eyes widening, mouth falling open, and then breaks into a run, launching herself into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, hands smoothing over his shoulders, his neck, his soft curls.

"Harry," she squeals, his name muffled as she nuzzles into his neck, inhaling him, re-familiarizing herself with his scent, "Harry, Harry, Harry..." she sighs, over and over, like a prayer, "I missed you so much, Harry."

He laughs, dropping his bags and wrapping his arms tightly around her, holding her close. "Weird way of showing it..." he chuckles, allowing his eyes to slip shut as he feels her lips move at the base of his neck, curving into a smile at his words.

Suddenly hyper aware of her skin pressed so intimately against his own, his grip on her waist tightens and his jaw clicks.

"You just scared me," she whispers, oblivious to his heightened sensitivity, "if you had any manners at all, you would've knocked" she teases, fingers threading through his curls, combing through the knots.

"Well, at least now I know that you'd be able to defend this place if there ever were a real intruder." He jests, suppressing a moan as her fingers snag a knot and pull a bit too roughly at his scalp. 'fuck' he thinks, tugging at her hips, prompting her to come down.

She does, squirming out of his hold and lowering herself to the ground, sliding down his body all too slowly - soft curves rubbing against his hard, defined ridges.

She bounces happily, practically trembling with joy, blind to the hungry glint in his eyes, and the slight bulge now straining against his trousers.

She's wearing his old T-shirt - practically drowning in it - and a little pair of orange panties that he's desperately trying to keep his eyes off of. Her toes are painted orange to match, digging into the fluffy carpet as she rocks excitedly on her heels.

She rolls forwards onto the balls of her feet, mesmerized by how natural it felt to have him close, shocked by how habitual it felt to run her fingers across his skin. "I wasn't expecting you for a few more days." She murmurs, watching him with wide, adoring eyes.

'She's always looked at me like that' Harry reminds himself, reeling in his expectations. Regardless, her gentle gaze prompted him to stand a little taller, pulling his jacket off, watching her expression as he flexed slightly, tanned biceps straining, the defined muscles of his torso twisting, tightening under his fitted tee shirt.

Her gaze, he notes, falters slightly, flitting across his tanned, inked arms, lingering on his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Her cheeks flush, and he watches, with an arrogant grin tugging at his lips, as she visibly shudders.

"Alright love?" He goads, taking a step closer to her whilst reaching behind his back to close the door.

Nora, feeling overwhelmed, took a sharp breath, "f-fine." She squeaked, blinking dazedly up at him. "I just..." she pauses, a ragged breath escaping her throat, "I just really m-missed you, I think."

Harry grins a smug grin and runs a hand through his curls, tousling them just the way she likes. "Missed you too, Ellie."

A moment later, she moves towards the kitchenette, mumbling something about tea.

"You know I won't drink it, right?" Harry purrs, shadowing her.

She shrugs him off, telling him to put his things upstairs and to rejoin her in the living room to watch the end of the film.

He does as he's told, and Nora presses her chilled hands to her cheeks when he's out of sight, refusing to accept or acknowledge the strange tension between them.

When he came back downstairs in sweats and a massively oversized sweater, she was already waiting on the couch, "I'm watching, uh...The Shining." She said, gesturing lamely at the TV.

Almost as soon as she clicked play, he was cuddling up to her, tugging her closer, playing with her hair, as if she was far more interesting than the movie.

His fingers felt so good, hovering at the nape or her neck, pressing gently to her scalp, ghosting the shell of her ear...

•••

For just a moment, she closed her eyes, but when she opened then again; the clock read 7:00 AM and she was in her own bed, snuggly and warm under her blankets.

She knew at once that Harry had moved her to the bedroom. It had been weeks since she'd slept here last. She preferred the couch, it still smelled like his cologne.

Outside, she could hear the sound of her little push lawnmower rumbling, and the smell of freshly cut grass brought a trembly little smile to her face.

In a rush, she stretched, pushed the blankets past her toes and toddled over to the big window. Fumbling with the latch, she peered through the glass, eyes darting all around the yard.

Nothing.

Giving the latch one last tug, it snapped open along with the large picture window. A gust of sweet smelling air rustled her hair, tickling the bare skin of her thighs where Harry's T-shirt ended.

Pressing her palms against the frame, she leaned out slightly, nibbling at her pink lips, cheeks flushing a bit in anticipatory delight.

And then he came into view, pushing her shitty little lawnmower with ease.

He wore a pair of yellow shorts, slung low on his hips, and wonderfully snug against his thick, tanned thighs. At the waist, the dark ink of his butterfly tattoos peaked out, contrasting with the soft yellow of his apparel. His shirt lay rumpled on the ground a few yard away, and Nora's eyes flashed over to the garment, before returning to drink in the length of his lean, golden torso.

Without even realizing she was doing so, Nora sinks to her knees, hiding beneath the sill of the window.

Her breath caught as Harry tilted his head to the side, rolling the taut muscles in his throat, his hand coming up to press against the back of his neck, soothing the tension there with a few slow, deep kneads.

She was all too aware of the illicit heat curling in her tummy, and the way her spine shivered as she pressed her thighs together to keep from ruining her panties. Her lips parted on a gasp as, not so far below her, the lawnmower caught on a tree root.

Harry's powerful frame curved, flexed, his strong shoulders and biceps tensing as he jolted the machine over the obstacle, ramming it into his desired position.

Nora slapped a hand over her mouth when she heard her own breathy little whimper. Every move he made had her pressing closer, arching her back, crushed up against the wall.

'He could do anything to her right now,' she realized, 'and she would let him.'

In utter desperation, her fingers wandered down, down, down...timid and curious, as she replayed the thought in her mind: 'I'd let him...anything he wanted...I'd let him.'

Her eyelids fluttered as a hazy, liquid heat pooled at her center. Her knees quaked, spreading wider, supporting her weight.

Longing tore through her. She yearned for the taste of him - for the sweet, cherry red of his mouth pressing into her own. She ached to feel his hands on her hips, manhandling her like he'd done with the lawnmower.

She stifled a moan, imagining his mouth moving hotly against her skin, that slow accented voice purring words of encouragement: "good girl..." he would tell her, "...so pretty kneeling for me."

Her fingers moved in swift, unsteady circles, desperately seeking more...higher...faster. "H-Harry" she gasped, grinding down onto her hand, eyelids fluttering, "Harry..."

She was so close. So caught up in the chase, that she failed to notice that the lawnmower had stopped.

But in brief moment of clarity, she did notice him, leaning up against the now closed shed with his arms folded, watching her.

She yelped and tumbled backwards, heart thumping wildly, the floor seeming to swim beneath her trembling frame.

"You'd make such a shitty spy!" She heard him yell, chuckling, sounding all too casual for the current situation.

'Did he...didn't he see?' She sat up slightly, peeking over the windowsill to watch him moving towards the house, pulling his shirt back over his head. 'He must not have...'

But he had. He had seen her, gasping, blushing the prettiest shade of pink, eyelids fluttering, shoulders trembling, her teeth denting her lower lip.

He'd seen, and yet Harry wasn't quite sure of how to proceed, which left him feeling even more perplexed, because this was a rarity for him. He was always sure of himself. But this... this was Nora. This was a girl who's thoughts, feelings, dreams and fears were as much a part of him as his own. He knew her better than anyone else, and vice versa.

But...he'd missed this.

Of course, he’d known she was lonely. He felt her loneliness - recognized it with ease, because it was a feeling that he was all too familiar with. But he never thought for a second that her loneliness would lead her to...to think of him like...that.

All day, she avoided him, and all day, he spiraled deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole of ‘what if’s.’

He thought back to those strange moments where he’d caught her looking at him as if it was her first time really seeing him. He re-evaluated the reasons for her blushes, and her lingering stares.

By the time he was stood in kitchen, cooking a simple dinner, he realized that he needed to hear her say it. He needed her to say something. She’d admit to it before he called her out.

And Harry could be - above all other things - very persuasive.

•••

And then dinner was served, and they sat opposite one another at her dining table, tense and curious.

He sat, unable to stop thinking about how fucking pretty she looked, all pink and trembly, with her eyes round and glassy, blinking up at him like a baby fucking deer.

She nibbled at her lip each time he caught her looking, eyes darting back down to her plate, cheeks reddening.

"Um..." she cleared her throat, swallowing a bite with some effort, "th-thanks for the lawn this morning. Y'know you didn't...didn't have to..."

"Mmm..." he hummed lowly, mirroring her and swallowing a bit of his pancake, the muscles in his jaw and throat flexing, capturing her attention, "trying to get back in shape anyway." He explains, shrugging wide, muscled, perfectly shaped shoulders, "takes some muscle to move that damn thing."

"Mhm." She licked her lips. Must've been effortless then, she thought bitterly, thinking back to the way his torso had rippled, glistening in the sun, his powerful hands forcing the machine to submit to his will.

"Should let me buy you a new one."

Nora tensed, breath catching in her throat. What would normally be voiced as a teasing, lighthearted offer, sounded undeniably like a command.

Glancing up, she took a stuttering breath, eyes zeroing in on his single cocked brow. He's provoking me, she realized, heat creeping up her neck. "No...I-I don't think I need-"

He cut her off, his accent thickening, head tilting to one side as he set his fork down, "Nora..." He tuts, leaning forwards, holding her stare, "I'm just not sure you could handle it..."

At this, she tensed, leaning forwards as well, not at all liking the double meaning behind his little remark, "I've been handling things quite well on my own, thanks." She shot back, setting her mouth in a stubborn little pout.

"Oh," he murmured, picking up his glass and swirling the liquid around in it thoughtfully, infuriatingly, before meeting her stare, "I'll bet you have, Eleonora." His mouth twitched, dimples cutting into his cheeks at the double entendré.

She turned red as a tomato, pinning her gaze to the table, a hot shiver creeping up her spine as she recounted the solitary handling she'd given herself just hours ago.

"M' always happy to help out..." he whispered then, low and slow, voice dripping with sweet suggestion. His rings clicked impatiently against his glass when she didn’t immediately meet his stare, and then she lazily lifted her head, fucked out of her mind.

He leaned forward. She leaned forward. "Ok..." she whispered airily, eyes threatening to roll back into her head as she inhaled his pine and vanilla scent.

"Ok what, Nora, baby?" He prompted, pupils dilating as he watched her gazing back at him drunkenly, so soft and docile for him. Atta girl.

"O-ok you...um, y-you can..." her mind blanked, back arching of its own accord, her toes curling in her socks. ‘Oh, god,’ she thought, ‘you can do whatever you want.’

"Cmon, baby...say it for me."

"You can..." again, she couldn’t quite finish the thought.

Then, Harry slammed a hand down onto the the table, shaking the various dishes on its wood surface, his rings clacking threateningly.

The movement has its intended effect.

Nora whimpered, clenching internally, tummy aching. She swallowed, wanting so badly to please him.

“You can...”

•••

TBC...? I don’t know, don’t really like this, and might rewrite, but whatever 🤷🏼‍♀️ tried to write something.

#caitlin’s fic party #Harry styles #friends to lovers #to be continued?

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All you have to be is here - Part 7

Synopsis: Billy has fucked up and has to do 60 days of community service at a home for troubled kids and youth. Working with the kids there makes him learn a lot about himself. Also there’s a girl there his age who has a phenomenal smile and who is way too nice to him.

I guess I should mention there’s a lot of angst in this. Talk of substance abuse later on, physical abuse, emotional abuse. All that kind of gnarly real life stuff. It deals with kids and teens struggling with a a shitty family life so be aware of that.

Part 7 of ?

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

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[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

I never really ever felt so adored before Never really ever felt this type of vulnerable Don’t have to hide, don’t have to fear All you have to be is here Never really ever felt so adored before And I said I wanna feel like this forever Even if forever’s just for now We’re on fire, let us burn As the outside world, it turns We are here and alive In our corner of time Forevermore

Billy’s is perched on top of the lifeguard tower, watching people splash around in the pool. This job is an absolute drag and he can not wait for pool season to finally end.

Tommy has decided to come around and keep him company, which is secret Tommy code for “ I fucked up again and Carol is giving me the cold shoulder “.

“ So, I haven’t seen much of you these days. Carol’s throwing a party on friday, you should come. “

Billy has never had a massive desire to hang out with Carol and her parties are usually pretty shit anyway. Tommy he can deal with, he’s an idiot but he’s an alright guy. Carol is just — mean, just for the sake of being mean. And being around her is pretty exhausting to be honest.

Billy has other plans anyway.

“ Can’t. Got a date “

“ A date ? “ Tommy questions “ with who ? “

“ (Y/N) “

“ Oh “

Something about the way Tommy says oh, irks Billy. Like he wants to say more but doesn’t. There’s a negative connotation placed on the word and it makes Billy really fucking irritated.

“ What’s that supposed to mean ? “

“ Nothing just — “ Tommy says and raises his eyebrow in that stupid way that lets Billy know there’s more to come and he probably won’t like it “ you’re spending a lot of time with her, huh ? That something serious ? “

That’s something Billy’s been asking himself for a while now. Sex, that’s something he’s used to, that he can separate from any emotional relationships. But cuddling ? Holding hands ? Sharing a bed in a completely non sexual way ? Those things are new and he’s not sure what they mean for his relationship with (Y/N). He sure as hell isn’t gonna discuss that with Tommy of all people though.

“ That’s none of your business, amigo “

“ Ah don’t get defensive now. Just wondering. She seems to got you wrapped around her finger. Before you know it you’ll be getting all cozy, moving into a townhouse in loch nora, have her poppin out a few babies. Ah I can just see it, the Hargrove family. That’s a chick’s dream ain’t it ?! “

Billy grows more and more uneasy with every word that leaves Tommy’s lips. He likes (Y/N), a whole lot, more than he ever liked another person. But is this what’s happening ? Is this a future they’re moving towards ? Is this really something he wants ?

What about leaving Hawkins after graduation ? Is that sill in the cards if things with (Y/N) become serious so quickly ? What if she really wants a future much like the one Tommy has just painted ? What if she wants all the happy family stuff ? The stuff that Billy can’t give her.

Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t know how. He’s not that type of person, has never had a proper family. Billy doesn’t know the first thing about love and relationships and family. How is he gonna built a future on that foundation ?

(Y/N) deserves so much more than what he can give and it scares him to think about it.

“ Hey Tommy, how about you shut the fuck up ? “

Maybe it’s time to have a talk with (Y/N). The talk. The “what are we “ talk. Thing is, talking is not something Billy is particularly good at. So he’ll just take his girl on a good date and see where things go.

His girl. His girl ?

It’s friday and the clock in his car says 9:02 and Billy hates himself. He’s not supposed to be here, speeding down the winding streets of Huckley, ACDC blasting from his stereo. He’s not supposed to be here in an old black shirt with more holes in it than he can count and with a bouquet of wilting squashed up flowers resting on his passengers seat as a silent reminder of the one thing he will never be good at — romance.

The plan was to pick (Y/N) up from work, have dinner at the Moonlight diner next to the drive in, then see a movie and maybe, maybe if he was real lucky she’d ask him to come back to her place and if he was extra super lucky she’d let him make her cum again

Fact is, he’s two hours late and when he’d arrived at the restaurant they told him she had already left.

It’s not his fault that he’s late, it really isn’t. The thing is, he should’ve known better. That good things don’t work out for Billy Hargrove, that plans never work out for him either.

Not as long as Neil still has a say in his life.

Of course Max wasn’t home on time and of course Billy was the one being blamed for it. The one responsible for finding her and bringing her home.

“ As soon as your sister is home safe and sound you can go running off with whatever hussy you want to, for all I care. But you better bring your sister home first. “

Billy wanted to punch him so desperately then. Just one hit, right in his snarl. Right in the middle of his mean face. Thinking about it, Billy wonders if he’s ever seen his dad smile. A real smile.

If so, he can’t remember it.

So instead of picking up (Y/N) from work, he drove around all of Hawkins to find his sister, who once again wasn’t where she said she was going to be. It took him an entire hour to locate her and drive her home.

It took another half an hours drive to Huckley, even with his leadfoot. By then he was sure (Y/N) wasn’t at her workplace anymore. There was a flicker of hope in his heart, that maybe she was at the restaurant waiting for him. Eating breadsticks and drinking cherry cokes and waiting for him to show up.

She wasn’t though. She’d been there but had left after spending an hour and a half all by herself. The waiter had told him so with one of those ugly tight lipped smiles. Those that pity you and yet they’re quite fond of your misery.

So what is there left to do ? Leave and forget about tonight. Forget about the date and the restaurant and — well, forget about the girl as well.

But he can’t do that, can he ? Not after everything. Not after all he’s shared and all she let him know.

He wants her in his life though. It seems — easier. Life seems easier when she’s around. Lighter. Happier.

So what else can he do ?

Grovel.

Billy Hargrove, doesn’t usually grovel. He doesn’t ask for forgiveness either. Billy is reckless and selfish and careless. But there’s a part of him, one he kinds of likes, one that’s only recently come to light. One that thinks sometimes there are things worth fighting for.

And that part grovels. It asks for forgiveness and swallows it’s pride because the alternative is losing (Y/N) and that’s not something he wants to even think about.

So all that’s left is hoping that she forgives him. That there’s a part of her that wants to keep him in her life. That thinks he’s worth it even though, heaven knows, he’s not.

He’s picked up some chinese food on the way to her place. One might call it a peace offering, Billy honestly just wants to make sure she’s getting some good food after all. Even if it isn’t some fancy restaurant. Really, anything’s better than her cooking.

An unfamiliar sense of dread is rushing through his system. He’s been trying to hard to be enough. To do things right. Or at least what society seems to think is right.

God, he hates feeling like this. Like disappointing (Y/N). He knows nothing he ever does is good enough for Neil and it seems he wasn’t good enough for his mom either, but (Y/N) honestly made him feel like he had a chance. Like he isn’t all bad. To realize he might’ve fucked this up, scares him shitless.

As he walks up to her apartment, plastic bag from the china place in one hand and a sad sad bouquet of flowers in the other, his feet feel incredibly heavy. He never usually feels like this when he’s here. This has become a place that makes him feel comfortable and safe and — happy.

He wants to go back to that, oh god he wishes he can.

As he knocks on her door, for a moment he wants her not to open it, to just ignore him. Maybe that would be better than seeing her disappointed face. Than hearing her confirm what he’s always known. That he doesn’t deserve her and that he’s fucked up once again.

But she does answer the door, dressed in a big sweater and sleeping shorts and she looks — happy.

“ Look I’m s — “

He doesn’t get to finish the sentence as in the matter of a moment her arms are thrown around his middle, pulling him into the apartment and as close to her as possible.

“ Thank god, you’re okay “ she mumbles against his chest.

“ Uh, yeah. “

“ Billy, “ she says and pulls her face away to look up at him. There’s so much worry in her eyes. Worry but also relieve. Did she honestly worry about him ? About HIM ?

“ I thought something happened. I was so worried. I just — I don’t have a phone number so I couldn’t even call you and even then, would you have been at home if something had happened ? No. So I — I’m just so relieved. “

In that moment he wants to hold her as tight as possible and never ever let her go. This girl puts so much trust in him, her first thought wasn’t “ oh Billy the asshole is ditching me” her first thought was “ something must’ve happened “. She worried about him, genuinely worried something wasn’t right.

He does not deserve that trust, not with the way he was and the way he still is. It’s a responsibility, an expectation he’s afraid he can never meet.

But god, it feels so good. And the selfish part of him yells louder than the rest, telling him to enjoy it while it lasts.

“ I’m alright. “ He confirms and places a soft kiss on her head. Her hair is so soft and smells so comfortingly of lavender. She smells and feels like home if ever Billy knew what that word meant. “ Sorry the date was shit. I had to go find Max then bring her home and dad was just being an asshole as usual. I am — “ he takes her face in between his hands “ — so sorry. “

Billy Hargrove isn’t sorry about a lot of things.

He is genuinely sorry now.

A slow smile pulls at the corner of (Y/N) lips “ did you bring food ? “ she asks, eyebrow raised.

Her face is squished between the sad flowers and the handles of the plastic bag containing the food containers and Billy thinks she looks adorable.

“ I did “

Smiles come so effortlessly to him when she’s around. Sometimes he feels them creeping up on him and sometimes they catch him by surprise but he never has to fake them. (Y/N) just make them appear on his face. Like magic.

He lets go of her and walks towards the kitchen, placing the bag on the counter and pulling out the cartons. “ I didn’t know what you wanted so I got a shit ton of stuff, hope there’s something there you like. “

She doesn’t answer and after a moment Billy’s eyes wander up to see what’s going on. But she just stands there, looking at him all soft eyes and kind smile and she’s leaning against the doorway all effortlessly beautiful and unbothered and he thinks he might faint by the way she makes his heart beat in his chest and takes his breath away. She does it all by doing absolutely nothing. By just being herself.

He wonders if she feels it too. He hopes she feels it too.

“ What ? “

“ This feels very domestic. I like it. I like you being here. I — I really like you Billy Hargrove. “

It’s not that he doesn’t know what to say in reply. There’s a thousand things he wants to say. Only they don’t come out easy, they never had to come out before. This entire situation is a first for him. So he keeps the words in and waits for another moment when he feels ready to say them. He just smiles and throws her a wink “ You like Kung Pao chicken ? “

“ Why are all these parents absolute dickheads ? “ (Y/N) asks, taking a last bite of her spring roll while pointing at the TV “ Tina’s mom is shit, Nancy’s mom is — drunk ? And her dad looks like a Ken doll but that’s irrelevant. They’re all so dumb“ .

Billy loves to listen to her ramble. She does it with the same passion, the same excitement that’s always present in everything she does. She exudes an aura of euphoria. Of wonder. Of magic.

“ Oh yeah, because we have such a good track record when it comes to parents, huh ? “

She considers his words for a moment before giving him a shrug in agreement “ Guess you’re right. “

She’s cuddled into his side as Nightmare on Elm Street plays on the small tv in her living room. This feels like it should be, it feels right and that terrifies Billy to the core. This feels too good to be true.

“ So, what did you initially plan for our date ?. I mean after dinner. “ (Y/N) questions, looking up at him through her beautiful eyes.

“ Wanted to take you to see a movie at the drive in. Maybe a scary one so I could’ve held you when you got too scared. Like a real gentleman I’d drive you home, kiss you a little. Maybe make out a little, maybe you’d invite me up … ? “

“ Make out, huh ? “

“ mmh. Would’ve been the makeout of your life. “

“ Oh really, huh. Well Mr. Hargrove let me tell you something. I don’t need a fancy diner with burgers that cost 15 bucks. I don’t particularly like drive ins because the sound is shit and people are dumb. Watching a movie on my couch and pigging out on chinese food is a pretty sweet date in my book. I like ir and I think this is a great date. Even with the flowers looking the way they do. I really really like it. “

“ You do ? “

“ I really do. Now how about that makeout ? Let me judge that for myself ? “

“ Oh baby, “ he says and cups her face “ you have no idea what you’re up for. Makeout of your life, I promise “ .

She pulls him closer by his shirt and connects their lips in a soft kiss, growing needier with every motion. He wants her closer. Closer. Needs her closer. Needs more.

Kissing her feels soft and warm and comfortable. He loves kissing her. It sends electric currents through his body, shivers of excitement. They’re not sexual though, not entirely. It’s more. There’s more when he’s kissing her and it both excites and terrifies him.

For a moment they get swallowed by a feeling of pure and unfiltered bliss. It’s all consuming, tinting their worlds in hues of reds and pinks and all that matter is the two of them. Just them caught in a bubble, forgetting about the world outside and getting lost in their kisses.

Though after a moment, the bubble pops, the wave crashes and the magic vanishes and life is life again. Oh how Billy wishes he could’ve stayed in the moment forever. To kiss her forever.

As they pull away, (Y/N) looks in his eyes and there it is again, this perpetual radiancance. Her hands are softly brushing the curls away from his face before she places some gentle kisses on his cheeks. It’s these moments of affection and being close that he cherishes to dearly. Those feel new, like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

If only he could allow himself to hold on to them.

“ Are you gonna stay the night ? “ she asks, hope swaying in her words.

“ Might as well “ Billy replies as kisses her one more time before getting off the couch.

There’s a little red adidas duffle bag in his car, hidden beneath the passenger seat. It’s been there ever since he’s gotten the Camaro. Ever since he first took off for the night. Just him, the duffle bag and that awful black eye.

It’s there for emergencies, when he can’t go home before school but things are — bad. Teachers start asking questions when you come to school in the same clothes 4 days in a row and not brushing your teeth is nasty.

So Billy keeps the bag filled with clothes and a toothbrush, deodorant and some extra cologne.

“ Let me just go grab my stuff from the car “ he says, already turning towards the door, when a hand reaches out and holds onto his arm.

“ Actually — “ (Y/N) says then rushes towards the bathroom. When she comes back she holds out her hands and it takes a moment for Billy to realise what it is she’s presenting him here. That’s until he DOES realise and his heart sinks to his stomach.

It’s a toothbrush.

“ So, I uh — I just thought that you always dragging your bag from the car to my place to the car, over and over again is kinda exhausting so I got you a toothbrush you can leave here. If you want I can clear some space in my wardrobe for some of your clothes “

She’s so hopeful. So so hopeful.

Tommy’s words come back, echoing around Billy’s mind and taunting him.

This is the first step into a future he so desperately wants to be able to give to her. One he can never see himself in. On he doesn’t deserve.

“ Billy are you o — “

He grabs his jacket from the back of the couch, fumbling around for his keys. “ I gotta go. I gotta go “ he murmurs over and over again.

She wants to keep him around, wants him here. She allows him to be a part of her life. Significant. Important. She trusts him to stay around.

He can’t fuck this up but he will. He always does. Maybe this is his superpower. Billy Hargrove also known as Mr. Fuckup, superpower: ruining everything.

(Y/N) deserves more than that. She deserves a good life in a pretty house with a pretty dog and pretty kids. She deserves so much better than him. So much more. He can’t even take her on a fucking date. Not even one single date.

“ I gotta go “

“ What do you mean you gotta go ?”

There’s so many voices in his head talking over one another. All taunting. All teasing.

You’re a disgrace, Billy. You are never gonna amount to anything, Pussy. That’s a chick’s dream, ain’t it ?

Neil's voice, Tommy’s voice. Billy’s own voice.

And they’re all calling out to him listing all the insecurities he’s ever felt cursing through him.

A chick’s dream, huh ? An emotional wreck that never learned how to deal with his feelings in a healthy way. Afraid of commitment because he’s afraid of rejection, of loss.

That’s a full on dream guy if he’s ever seen one. God he’s so pathetic.

It’s like his body is working on auto pilot and he only regains complete control again once he’s back in the camaro.

So much for talking eh? He couldn’t even bare to look at her. To see her face as she realises what an asshole he really is. To see disappointment in her eyes. To see sadness. All of which he himself put there.

Yeah Billy, you do what you always do. What you do best.

Just fucking bolt. That’s brave. So brave.

It pains him that the voice calling out the loudest, is his own.

The job of a lifeguard has quite a few disadvantages.

You have to boil in the sun while everyone else gets to enjoy the cool water of the pool.

You mostly sit around on your ass all day doing nothing but getting a sunburn

You have to work long hours when others get to enjoy their summer break.

It’s a shitty job all around, Billy is the first to admit it. He hates the job. There are some things about it though, that he enjoys quite a bit.

He gets to yell at kids all day long

He has a set of keys for the property.

Billy’s always felt a certain kind of freedom and liberation whenever he was in the water. Ever since he was little, the beach was his favorite place. When you’re out in the ocean, riding a wave, nothing matters but the here and now. Only him and the water. No Neil, no troubles, no fears.

Just him and the wave.

There’s no waves here and no ocean and no salty breeze. But when the pool is closed and he’s the only one around, sometimes he gets into the water and closes his eyes and lets himself drift on the surface. It never feels like home but sometimes it helps him remember what home felt like.

As he floats slowly around the pool in his boxers, looking up at the stars, he tries so hard to remember home. The liberation. The freedom.

He can’t thought because lately home wasn’t that. Lately home was (Y/N).

There’s a weight deep inside him like as if he swallowed a bunch of stones. It’s a horrible feeling, an all consuming sense of dread. He shouldn’t have left just because it scared him that she cared. He should’ve let her.

But what then ? What if what they have is only temporary. Good things don’t last for Billy why should this be any different ? Good things never last. The trust she puts in him, the affection, he deserves none of it. Never did. Probably never will.

“ Hey asshole “ a voice calls out to him through the sapphire blue of the night.

The lights around the pool, illuminate her like some kind of heavenly goddess. An angel walking barefoot across the ugly cold cement floor of the Hawkins community pool.

Billy swims towards the edge of the pool, as (Y/N) plops down letting her feet dangle into the water.

“ How’d you know I was here ? “

(Y/N) shrugs. “ I didn’t. I knew you weren’t gonna go home but I couldn’t find you at the diner and so I drove around Hawkins trying to spot your car somewhere. It’s a bit flashy, I gotta tell you. “

She was looking for him. No one’s ever been out looking for him before. He’s the one doing that usually. For Max. For mom …

Billy is always the one searching never the one being searched for. Never the one being found.

“ Why ? “

“ What do you mean, why ? “ (Y/N) asks and leans back on her hands “ you just left with no explanation. That’s not how things work with me. “

“ Well tough luck because that’s the one thing I’m good at, other than sex. So you’ll have to get used to the running . “

“ Or you’ll have to learn to let people care about you, you stubborn fuck. “

Every time she swears she gets infinitely hotter to Billy, why ? He has no idea but there’s something about this pretty girl swearing that makes for a perfectly chaotic anomaly.

What shocks him though, is that she so clearly, so effortlessly sees behind his walls and defence and gets right to the bare bones of it all. His inability to let people care about him because he care so little about himself. Because no one ever really did.

“ Yeah, I know what it feels like. Billy, I probably understand better than most people. “

“ What you want — “ he chokes out “ what you deserve, is more than anything I can give you. Just figured it’s easier to get out now before — “

“ Before what ? “

“ You know “

“ Say it ! “

He takes a breath. The words are tingling at tongue just asking to be spoken. Like a whole package of pop rocks popping and sizzling.

“ Before I fall in love with you “.

A silence settles upon them though Billy is sure they can hear his heart beat all the way over to Indianapolis. It’s beating so loud. So hard. He can feel it about to burst out of his chest.

“ Before you fall in love with me.” he adds “ I’m gonna fuck up eventually and I don’t want to pull you into the mess. “

“ That’s my decision to make, Billy. You don’t get to make that one for me. “

“ I don’t — I don’t deserve you caring so much. “

“ Well shit man I do anyway. Maybe no one ever told you this or no one ever made you feel it, but Billy — you don’t have to earn love. Or affection. Or care. People give it because they want to, because you mean something to them. Let me love you. Because I do. I — I’m like 95% sure I’m in love with you and It’s so scary. You literally just walked into my life and at first I thought you were the worst and your hair is stupid. You’re not the worst though, not even close. “

“ What about my hair ? “

“ Still stupid “

He has to laugh. Because what else is there to do. What do you do when someone tells you they love you ? What do you do when you love them back ?

“ I never thought I could get so attached to someone so quickly and all my strong female instincts tell me to be careful and to not let myself fall too fast too quick. I’ve known you for a few weeks now and I — I feel like you’ve been all that was missing from my life for so long. It’s scary. It’s so scary.I know life isn’t a fucking fairytale and I am terrified of this crashing and burning but I — life gives me so few good things, I need to keep them close. I need to let myself feel them. “

Billy pushes himself up on the edge of the pool to be eye-level with (Y/N), hands placed firmly on the concrete floor.

She softly takes his face in her hands and brushes the wet strands out of his eyes.

“ I don’t need fancy dates and flowers and holding hands. I just want what we have to stay. That feeling of belonging. Of understanding each other. Of home. I like us together. I love us together. What we have that’s — good and it’s pure and — “

“ The sex is fantastic “

“ The sex is really fucking great yeah “ she says and chuckles through her tears “ We don’t have to think about the future, that’s so far away. I just wanna feel like home with you for as long as life lets us. Let me love you, sad boy “

Billy carefully, almost as if he fears breaking her, places his lips on hers. Maybe this is worth the anxiety and the fear. If he gets to feel like he’s feeling right now, safe and appreciated and warm and — loved. Maybe if this can stay, it’s worth the fear of losing it.

Maybe being afraid of losing something isn’t so bad.

Maybe it means you care. You love.

Maybe it means that some things do matter.

Billy pulls back and looks deep in her eyes “ You know what ? “

“ What ? “

“ I think you’re way too dry right now “

“ Huh ? “

Before she can really think about his words, Billy has pushed himself out of the pool and swoops her up in his arms, taking a few steps back before breaking into a sprint and jumping into the cool water of the swimming pool.

He can feel her laughter vibrate against his chest. God, he wants to stay in this moment forever. Just them and the night and the unfiltered, untainted bliss of being young and in love. With a person. A feeling. With life.

As the water surrounds them, Billy opens his eyes and looks at her through a blurry vision. And just like that, he remembers. What it feels like to be one with the ocean, to forget all your problems and live for this one single moment when life seems easy. Light. Happy.

He remembers what home feels like.

The moon shines down on the two as they swim around pool, splashing each other and getting lost in themselves and their kisses. In the unshakable truth that home is not a place but a person. A feeling of belonging.

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just-another-thundermans-blog · 4 years ago

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All Alone - Chapter 1 Part I

[A/N: Hey guys! This is a fic that I wrote a while back (mid June) and it's actually the first contribution I made for his fandom! You can find it on both AO3 and FF.net!

And now, I've decided to post it on Tumblr! I hope you enjoy!]

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Summary: Today was going to be a normal day at Hiddenville! Until it wasn't.

[Or, in which Max Thunderman deals with loss and grief with no one to support him.]

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TRIGGER WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF DEAD PEOPLE, BLOOD AND INJURY, SUCCESSFUL SUICIDE (Later on), SHOCK, AND TRAUMA!

IF ALL OF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, THEN DON'T READ FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY!

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Today was going to be a normal day.

He woke up, went through his daily routine, ate breakfast, and then headed on his merry way to the hellhole that they call 'school'.

Now, he wouldn't exactly call himself a star student (not by any means) but (while he wanted to take today off), as per school law, an extra day of absence on his part would catapult him straight into summer school.

Ridiculous.

So, as he made his way towards Hiddenville High at a leisurely pace, tardiness not at all on his mind, Max Thunderman smirked ('Villains don't smile , Maxie.').

Yup. Today was going to be a pretty normal day at school.

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School was boring (as usual-). Today just seemed extra… dull for some reason. It felt like there was some sort of heaviness that lied heavily within his gut and it was making him uneasy. It was probably just him being bored. Yeah- That.

However, no matter what he tried, nothing seemed to alleviate the cloud of painfully dull boredom (?) that suddenly graced his soul. Not even the pranks he got to play on Bradford (and a few other teachers) managed to lift that stupid sensation off his chest.

So he went to pick on Phoebe! Nothing manages to cheer him up like picking on his (older) twin sister be it messing up her perfectly styled hair or flicking her ears ('Maximus Thunderman, for the last time, stop. It! ')

He went through the usual routine of teasing her about her new crush of the day (a boy named Jacob? Jason? Whatever-) and ruffling her hair ('Ha! You're so short I can easily do this !') until it was a mess of entangled strands.

He smirked as she glowered at him through flyaway strands of hair and even managed a grin as she stomped away from him, dragging away Orange ('Cherry Max, it's Cherry!') with her.

That smirk dulled slightly, however, as the feeling of dullness and unfulfillness still weighed heavily on his chest. He reached up a hand to rub at his abdomen and frowned in irritation and slight anxiety.

Just what was going on?

He almost felt worried for a second, but then shrugged it off. Must be a side effect of him staying up late inventing last night.

(He knows that's not the case but it's easier than admitting that the boredom might just not be that.)

Today was a normal day.

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The school day didn't take long to proceed after that.

He did notice though, as he made his way to the English classroom alone ('Hahaha, poor , little Max Thunderman! No friends and no talent! Super hero ?! More like Super zero !), that Phoebe was strictly not looking his way. She was frowning heavily and (even though it was apparent that she saw him and mentally acknowledged his presence) her eyes were looking anywhere but at him.

If that's not enough to tell him that she's angry at him, then maybe her dragging Orange ('For the last time Max, it's Cherry ! Cher-ry !') towards the farthest seats from him was a more probable sign.

Just maybe.

"Maximus Thunderman!" He snapped his head towards the fuming English teacher. Shoot. He wasn't paying attention.

"Yes, Mrs. Brown?" He replied, politely for the most part, as he gritted his teeth briefly. Gosh, this weird sense of dread (He was done pretending it was simply dull boredom .) was setting him on edge. At least his Thundersense was not blaring, that would've been bad .

"You haven't been paying attention to this lesson, were you young man?" The woman gritted out, her expression furious. What was up with her, he wondered as he stared blankly at the angry woman (did she really think he'd answer that question?).

Then it clicked.

Oh right! She was one of the teachers who got caught up in yesterday's prank! It actually took effort to stop a smile from splitting his face and ruining his innocent expression. Dang, was that hard !

Apparently, he was taking too long to answer because the woman exhaled furiously through her nostrils and spun around, pen in hand. She jotted down God-knows-what on a small slip of paper before spinning around yet again (Gosh how is she not dizzy???) and slamming the slight slip on his desk.

It was a note. To his parents.

He peered at the angry teacher from underneath his eyelashes and pocketed the stupid thing. It would be a wonder if he even remembered the slip was there at all.

The teacher remained standing there for a moment before gritting out, "You could use the time to pay attention and study instead of coming up with stupid pranks . Detention, Mr. Thunderman!"

Well, that escalated quickly.

Not wanting to show how much it bothered him (not under that much scrutiny from the other students) Max silently nodded, looking as bored as he can be as the teacher glared at him one more time and spun around to finish her lesson.

Maybe today wouldn't be so normal after all.

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Detention was… Painful.

Normally, he wouldn't mind the extra two hours of school. Most of the time he would sit alone and flip through his phone and maybe even finish his stupid school assignments (Gosh why were the letters dancing and floating around like this?!) as he waited for the time to pass.

Not like this though. That stupid feeling of dread that he had in his chest since the beginning of the day was so intense now it was almost burning. He couldn't hear anything past the buzz of panic in his ears as all his internal alarms blared to life .

He was sure that stupid Mrs. Brown was trying to talk to him but he wasn't in a good enough state of mind to do anything but stare and attempt to take deep, even breaths through the panic that was clogging his veins.

He tried everything to distract from the stupid feeling of fear and danger. He attempted to solve his homework but couldn't do much as the letters floated around his book in an almost mocking manner.

Math was slightly better because the numbers stayed in their damn place , but between the underlying panic in his gut, the clamminess of his hands, and his tense muscles (Two pencils were snapped because of said muscles) he didn't get even past the simplest of problems.

It didn't take long for him to give up on school work and to try to take a nap (You can guess how that worked out.).

It seemed agonizingly slow but soon enough, an hour and a half passed. Feeling slight relief that he'd be out of school soon, Max toyed with his (third) pencil and attempted to calm down.

It was just half an hour. Yeah, he could do that.

Or… well, he could have done it had it not been for the sudden, sharp tug that almost sent him flying out of his seat.

The teacher who was standing (or- well- sitting .) guard on him raised an eyebrow at the sudden screech of his chair but soon overlooked it in favor of the magazine he was holding.

Max didn't even get to catch his breath when the second tug hit him. This time he did get out of his seat, panting as his Thundersense went insane.

The teacher (what's-his-name) looked up sharply from his magazine and glowered at him, "Mr. Thunderman sit back down. "

But Max didn't hear him.

Between the sudden feeling of being dumped in an ice bath and the painfully urgent tug in his belly, Max couldn't hear a thing but the sound of the blood rushing to his ears and suspiciously familiar screams of panic.

"Mr. Thunderman!"

Max's head snapped up, his wide eyes fixating on the angry teacher. He blinked once before he licked his chapped lips and bolted out of the classroom.

Max thought he had heard the angry teacher yelling his name as he ran like a bat from hell away from school. His surroundings all blurred as he ran, nothing but his home, his family , on his mind. The tugging feeling got a bit sharper and Max tried his best to speed up even more.

Something was very wrong at home.

'Oh God, please let them be okay, please- please-'

He was probably garnering strange looks from running so fast. He didn't care. Maybe he should calm down and try to think it through. What was he thinking? Of course not! His family was in danger right now, so maybe he should be running faster than this.

By the time he made it to his house, he was red in the face and panting hard. He didn't care nearly enough about that right now and he couldn't calm down, wouldn't calm down, until he saw all of his family well, alive, and breathing .

He didn't even bother with knocking as he all but broke the door down in his urgency. Looking around wildly, he saw no form of life in the suspiciously dark house (despite the daylight) which only made the alarm bells in his head blare louder .

"MOM?! MOOOM?!" He hollered at the top of his lungs, hoping for some kind of reaction, "MOM, DAD?!? PHOEBE, BILLY, NORA??!??!" Max yelled again, desperation and true fear being the only things he can clearly feel at the moment.

Quickly closing the door behind him, Max ran into the living room looking around for any form of life in the silent house-

And paused in sheer horror.

There, lying on the floor, were two bodies . Two very familiar bodies of the very people he was calling for a moment before.

Max couldn't believe his eyes. A slight whimper escaped his lips as he backpedaled in alarm. He yelped as he felt himself trip on something and was helpless to stop himself from hitting the ground butt first. He blinked slightly as the situation began to register a bit more in his horror-struck brain.

"Mom? Dad?" He mumbled weakly (he didn't even recognize the sound of his own voice -) feeling numb as he stared, wide-eyed, at his parents' prone bodies lying on the floor. He noticed (through the horror and choking terror) that they were both very still (something that simply didn't happen because Barb and Hank Thunderman were both so active and full of life.) and lifeless.

His Mom ('Oh sweetie, would you like some milk with that?') was lying on her side, her normally vibrant auburn locks looking dull as they lied on her face. Even in the dark, he could see that a disturbingly large patch of darkness was firmly staining her shirt and the ground beneath her.

His Dad, on the other hand, was lying on his back, his limbs sprawled around him in awkward angles. The man's body looked like it was used as a chew toy and (even though he was on the darker side of the room) it was very obvious which one of his parents sustained the most damage from whatever the hell happened here.

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#the thundermans #max thunderman #phoebe thunderman #nora thunderman #billy thunderman #hank thunderman #barb thunderman #fanfiction #deathfic #death #poor max #its gets so much worse #spoilers: it never gets better #part 2 will be posted soon #ugh poor baby boi im so evil #lowkey had fun writing this #this went from 0 to 100 real quick while writing #i swear it went from mild description of dead people to graohoc description of dead people #man i have no regrets over this

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stupidoafofspades · 5 years ago

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Nora x Logi - Chapter 1 - All of them

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Nora (my OC) x Logi (Shrimpi’s awesome OC) Words: 1564 Warnings: none Notes: This fic is based on a long-running RP with @shrimpalompa. I love their story so much that I decided to write it into a fic to share with you all. Today, November 11th is Logi’s (and Shrimpi’s!) birthday! What better way to celebrate than to share the first chapter of Nora and Logi’s story with you all! Hope you enjoy, and stay tuned for the next chapter.

Flour, cold butter in little cubes, light brown sugar, eggs, a pinch of salt, a whole bunch of “goudreinet" apples fresh from the market, a little bit of ground cinnamon, sugar and raisins. These were the ingredients for the Dutch apple pies that were currently baking in the bakery oven. The lovely scent of the fresh cakes spread across the streets of Paris, hopefully luring new customers into the bakery.

A few streets away from the bakery, an unusual oval-shaped hole opened up and spat out a red-haired man wearing a long black tailcoat. Groaning, he got up on his feet and brushed his coat and trousers clean. When he walked out to the main street, his nose started to pick up the scent that coated the roads, and he immediately begins to follow it to the source.

I looked up when the bell above the door rang, forging a smile to welcome the new customer politely. It was an unusual man with red hair and interesting clothes, and he looked like a kid in a candy store that could start drooling at any second.

"Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?" I asked, my voice happier than I actually felt inside.

"I'll take all of them," the man answered as he pointed at the seven freshly baked apple pies on the counter.

"E-Excuse me?! All of them?" I exclaimed, blinking in confusion. Surely he didn't say that he wants to buy all of the seven apple pies.

"All," he said firmly.

"O-Okay, certainly." I started packing all the pies into boxes while keeping an eye on the strange man. He pulled out a heavy coin purse and dropped the whole thing on the counter.

"Tomorrow, the same amount, please." he demanded.

"What? The same amount?" He wants seven more pies? That would be insane. I started to panic just thinking about it.

"Is that not possible then?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"I eh... I would have to get back into town to get more ingredients and maybe come in earlier to start baking so they will all be done in time and also work on the birthday cake I promised Madame Pompadour and of course the usual stuff I have to make every day..." I mumbled, trying to figure out if I could even do this, "Hmmm, okay, yes, I can do it." A big smile appeared on the man's face.

"Glad to hear! Can you cut the last one so I can eat it right away, please?" he requested.

"S-Sure, right away, sir." I cut one of the pies into even pieces and stuck the box on top of the other ones. "Here you go. Let me work out your change," I said with another forced smile. I loved working at the bakery, but sometimes the customers can have such strange requests. I walked over to the register, but before I could even open it to get the man his change, he had already picked up the boxes and walked out of the door. "SIR! YOUR CHANGE!" I tried yelling after him. I left the counter and ran towards the door, but he was nowhere to be seen. Sighing loudly, I returned to the kitchen and started baking more baguettes.

The next morning I had woken up earlier than I usually do to get to the bakery on time to finish all the baking I had planned. The lemon pies I decided on making for the mystery customer were now in the oven, and I spend the rest of the day resuming my day to day tasks in the bakery. Just when I finished packing the cooled lemon pies, I heard the bell above the door and politely smiled as I recognised the mystery customer.

"Welcome back, sir. I've just finished your pies."

"You are a gem!" he exclaimed, smiling brightly. He pulled out his coin purse and emptied the whole thing again while looking at me. "Can you do cherry pies too?" My eyes grew wide, and I waved my hands in front of me when he threw down way too much money again.

"S-Sir, you paid enough yesterday to cover these ones as well. I will not accept any more payment. And to answer your question: Yes, I have a nice recipe for cherry pies, but I'd rather make them when..." I had to interrupt my sentence to turn around and cough loudly in my elbow. To me, this was nothing new, I've been feeling weak for a few days. It was just yet another bad streak my illness brings about. I just hated how it sometimes showed when I was around customers. I turned back to the mystery man with an apologetic look. "Pardon me. As I said, I would rather make them when the cherries are in season. That's the key to a good cherry pie."

"Madame, pardon my familiarity, but have you seen a doctor for your cough? That didn't sound healthy at all."

"Yes, I have." It wasn't the first time someone asked me that. I tried to smile to reassure him, my eyes failing to hide the sadness. "No need to worry." The man frowned when he picked up his boxes from the counter.

"There is a new doctor in town, he lives in a small cabin in the nearby forest. He takes upon rather bad looking cases, and his quota in curing those cases is very good. Yet he only accepts special payment. If you ever think of giving him a chance to examine you and your sickness, bring pastries with you," he explained, before "forgetting" his change again and turning to leave the shop, "I hope you get better soon."

"Thank you for your concern, sir, but I'm afraid my illness is incurable. I've seen many doctors…" I replied with my default explanation for these kinds of situations. Don't get me wrong, the idea of a new doctor with such a good track record sounded promising, and I wished I could believe it. It's just that I have gone through this so many times before. I've seen many doctors in different countries, but all of them came to the same conclusion: My HIV infection can't be cured, and I just have to wait until it takes me.

"He is a specialist. I promise it won't be to your disadvantage," he said. A specialist on HIV? No, the mystery man couldn't possibly know about her disease. Yet, he seemed overly confident that this doctor would be able to help her.

"Can… Can you tell me more? Is he the one you buy all these pies for?" I asked, my curiosity taking over. He turned back to me and smiled a beautiful, yet slightly mischievous smile. A slight blush crept up my cheeks as I noticed the handsome features on the strange man's face.

"Maybe," he said, "I am sure he can help you, even if others have already given up on you." I sighed, and a defeated look appeared on my face. That's right, others have given up, and I have no reason to doubt them.

"I wish I could believe you, but I've been told all my life that my illness can't be cur-" I had to turn around and cough again. That one cough turned into a spree of coughs and really started to hurt my ribs.

"Why not give it a last shot? What could go wrong? You're going to die eventually…" the stranger muttered. I grabbed my waist and tried to straighten myself again. The man had a point. There is probably nothing that could go wrong, and it can't get much worse than this. I was in so much pain.

"I guess... I could try… one last time…" I said between coughs, "Where did you say I could find him?"

"In the woods," he said before pausing to think for a moment. He suddenly turned around and moved his hands around. I heard a locking sound near the door, followed by the sign in the window flipping to 'fermée' as if a wind whirled inside the shop. My jaw dropped to the floor, and I rubbed my eyes, not believing a single thing I was seeing. "We better go right away, I can't help you here. Close your eyes," he said as he walked back towards me.

"Wow wow wow!" I exclaimed before coughing again, "Owww! Hey! What did you just do? How could you lock that door? How did you flip that sign? Wait, am I hallucinating again? And what do you mean you can't help me here?" In my confusion, I started rambling every single thing that came to mind. Instead of answering my questions, he just rolled his eyes at me and sighed.

"Fine. Not here." He stated, before waving his hand and picking me right up. He started walking towards a mysterious oval-shaped hole that looked an awful lot like portals I have read about in books.

"Sir! What the hell is that? Hey, what are you doing? Put me down!" I practically yelled, not knowing what the hell was happening around me. I tried to wiggle my way out of his strong arms, but of course, I was way too weak. He took some more steps forward until he eventually reached the portal and stepped into it.

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allie-and-her-fandoms · 5 years ago

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In Your Arms

Author's Notes: Hello guys. After 2 years of not writing for them, I decided to write again for the one ship that owns my heart and soul, Renora from RWBY! I am actually pretty happy about how this one turned out, unlike those I wrote two years ago *shudders*. Anyway, huge shout outs to @ship-ambrosia, @sweetmemories2606, @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate, @thelegendofcloud and @scarlet-curls for inspiring me to write this fic, and major gratitude to @luccie-eclair for beta reading this fic. I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough for this. Also, happy late birthday to @jfangirld. Without further ado, enjoy (or endure).

Category: bed-sharing, hurt/comfort, F&F (fun and fluff)

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“We… we are in the right room, aren’t we Ren? This cannot be our room! This isn’t what we asked for!” Nora started stammering, a scarlet similar to the one painting the twilight outside, slowly painting her cheeks.

“Yes Nora, this is Room 46. It is written on the keylock and on the room’s door.” Ren replied stoically, seeming unfazed by the newborn situation they were faced with now.

“Ren, we need to go to that receptionist and tell her to give us another room. We clearly asked for a TWIN room, with TWO beds, not a double bed room!” Nora shrieked, pointing with her both index fingers at the double bed in the middle of the room, then rushed out of their room and was about to go downstairs, where the reception was. She wasn’t going to accept that! She wasn’t… she wasn’t ready. However, she felt a gentle, yet firm hold on her right forearm. She soon stopped walking and glared at her onyx-haired boyfriend.

“Nora, we would’ve paid the same for a twin room either way. It’s fine. Now please, don’t go and break that receptionist’s legs.” Ren teased Nora, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alright, fine,” Nora replied. “Ren?”

“Hm?” his magenta eyes found their way to her cerulean ones.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean… with us, having to share a bed. It’s been quite a while since we last did this. How old were we, anyway? Eleven, maybe twelve? Anyway, it was until we started attending a combat school, wasn’t it? After that, no more bed-sharing, unless we had nightmares.” The ginger-haired girl babbled, gaining her ninja partner’s attention. Is she… nervous? This question echoed through Ren’s mind, as Nora kept babbling in honest, her heart pounding like crazy against her chest, her mouth resembling more to a desert, and red tainting her face.

“And then we got into Beacon, and the situation repeated. We were still together, but not together-together yet, and we had less nightmares, so yeah. After that, we didn’t need to share beds. Yeah…” Nora stopped, her mouth dry and her breaths more frequent.

“Nora?”

“Yes, Ren?” Nora’s eyes were lost into his, her gaze sending a wave of warmth that rushed into his veins, making his own heart doing somersaults into his chest, his knees turning into jelly.

“It’s nothing. Remember why we’re here. Salem may be gone, but the creatures of Grimm are not. This is our first mission as licensed Huntsmen, and I can’t have my partner worry about something as minor as bed-sharing. Like you said, we’ve done this before. We got this.” his soothing voice calmed Nora, as his hand found its way to her left cheek, then he caressed it with his thumb.

“Besides, now we’re also together-together, aren’t we?” he gave Nora that one soft smile he had reserved for her, and her alone. “And I know I am not a man of words, but… You are my everything, Nora. And I will not anyone harm you.” A look of determination got painted on his face, as he pressed his hand harder against Nora’s cheek. Have her cheeks always been this silky?

The thunder goddess’ face twisted from her dumbfounded expression into one that, in Ren’s eyes, was so soft, not even the most expensive Mistrali silks couldn’t compete. “Same here. Ren, you are my family, my light, my world. And I’d be damned if something happened to you! That’s why, as long as you’re willing to protect me, then I’m going to do the same thing.” Her hands found their way to his free hand and sandwich it, giving it a small grip.

In that moment, her eyes full of love met his, full of resolve. Ren could drown in those turquoise eyes and would have nothing to complain about, because the only thing Lie Ren would ever need in his life is his partner and love, Nora Valkyrie. As long as she was by his side, he was more than content. As long as he could hear her voice the first thing in the morning, feel her index finger brushing his nose, feel the warmth of her hugs, breathe in her vanilla and cherry scent, or simply see her smiling his way, Ren could consider himself a happy man; Nora was his salvation, after all.

The same goes for Nora. So long she could boop her partner’s nose, mingle her fingers with his ebony river of hair, feel his strong arms around her, and simply having her by his side, Nora was the happiest woman in Remnant.

“Now… shall we go into our room and get ready for bed? The sun has set already, apparently.” Ren asked his ginger girlfriend, after he took a glimpse at the opened window on the hallway, that was no more reflecting the sunlight, but the moonlight. He then freed Nora’s cheek from his touch (something she didn’t want to end) and guided her into their bedroom, his other hand still held between hers – not that he minded. “So… which one of us should go and change first?” he questioned, while pointing to the bathroom door with his thumb.

“It’s okay, Ren. You can go there; I’ll change here in the meantime. I promise I won’t peek.” Nora’s eyebrows wiggled while she shot a smirk at Ren, earning a small blush from him. He was so easy to fluster sometimes.

“I’ll have to lock the door then. And while I’m there, I’ll take a long, long shower.” He bantered, a smirk leaving his lips, as he opened up his bag, took his pajamas, and entered the bathroom, and Nora could hear the door locking shortly after.

Shortly after Ren left the bathroom, all dressed up in a black t-shirt and long basil trousers, Nora stormed in the bathroom, already dressed in her black BOOP t-shirt and her magenta shorts. She loved Ren, but sometimes, getting ready for bed would take him forever. It’s a good thing that I love him! she mumbled, as he got into bed.

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After she finished all the business she needed to finish in the bathroom, Nora decided it was finally time to go to bed, to get her batteries charged. However, when she saw Ren sitting on the bed – no, their bed – she felt blood rushing into her cheeks. They were going to share a bed! She quickly tried to hide her now ruby cheeks with her palms, that were also in flames.

“Nora, are you done with the bathroom? I really need to use it now.” Ren asked, noticing the fact that the ginger woman’s whole face was now on fire. “Are you okay?” he rushed to her side, taking her hands off her cheeks and placing his own in a rushed manner. “Do you have a fever? Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes, Ren. I’m good. You can use the bathroom now.”

When she finally got on the bed, Nora felt that it was small, almost constraining. How are we gonna fit in this minuscule bed?! she wondered, scandalized by the seemingly reduced size of the double bed, failing to notice Ren approaching, and sitting down next to her, until she felt their shoulders brushing. She got startled and looked over her left shoulder, only to meet Ren's worried gaze.

“Nora, are you… okay?”

“Sure, Ren. Why did you ask?” she put a reassuring smile on her face.

Ren’s worry still didn’t fade away. “Are you still… thinking about our… sleeping arrangements?”

Nora let out a frustrated sigh, and nodded. Ren also found himself nodding. He understood how she felt; in fact, he was just as scared as her. It was the first time they shared a bed not out of obligation, or because of the nightmares that would haunt their early lives. And now they were also together-together.

“Got it. Nora?”

“Yes, Ren?”

“Let’s try and get some sleep. We need to get up early tomorrow.”

“Okay, Ren.” Nora sighed in relief, grateful that Ren had changed the subject. She then turned her back to him, as she hummed “Good night”, but not before she kissed her boyfriend on his cheek; a gesture he happily reciprocated, bidding her goodnight and waiting for sleep to come and get them to Dream Land.

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An acute scream made Ren jump off the bed he had forgotten he shared with his girlfriend. He then started shaking her shoulders gently, begging her to wake up. As her eyes snapped open, the first thing they met was the magenta of Ren’s own eyes. Shortly after, she jumped into his arms, as Ren understood that her nightmare must’ve been horrible, given her reaction before and after waking up. After holding her close in his arms, while caressing her short ginger hair and assuring her everything was okay.

“Nora, it’s okay. Everything is okay. I’m here, I’m right here.” he kept murmuring, as her hair flowed through his fingers.

“You… You died. You had managed to save me and then… then…” Nora’s sobs turned more violent, as the scene of Ren’s death at the hands of the Nuckelavee kept playing on repeat in her head, red staining her white shirts and her screams echoing among the ruins of Kuroyuri.

“Nora…” his voice lulled her in the night, and his arms held her so close to his chest, their hearts were against each other. “I’m right here. Remember what we promised that day? ‘We keep each other safe.’ Even from nightmares.” Ren caressed her hair, as he planted a soft kiss on her forehead, then placing his own forehead against hers, looking straight into her eyes, azure against magenta.

Nora held him even closer, his heart beating in unison with hers, as her sobs subsided and he dried her tears, sheltering her in the temple of his care. “Thank you” was all she could whisper, while her puffy eyes found his, full of love and care. He always had her back. And for that, she always thanked whatever being was out there, for giving her the best gift she could ever get.

After a few minutes of holding each other like they never wanted to let go, and whispered promises, sleep decided to pay them one more visit for the night. But right before Nora’s eyelids could finally stay shut, a gasp left her lips as she felt two strong arms around her waist, pulling her close to a hard chest. Her body became tense, her heart beating like crazy, and her eyes widened as Ren pulled her closer to him, as he peppered her left shoulder with butterfly kisses. Nora couldn’t help but smile at her boyfriend’s gesture. He had never been the affectionate type, but there was little to nothing he wouldn’t do for her. And that included romantic gestures, like spooning or kissing. And for the second time that night, she thanked life for gifting her with her boyfriend.

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Not even an hour later after falling asleep, Nora woke up again due to a ray of sunshine finding its way to her eyes, something that wasn’t truly on her taste. As she spun around, her face met Ren’s chest, her lips at the same level as his heart. Feeling brave, she kissed his covered chest multiple times, without noticing that Ren’s heartbeat became even faster and his face redder, and as he shifted his arms around her a bit, so she could be even more glued to him, he also thanked life for giving him the woman worth spending the rest of his life with. Little did they know however, how that one night was just the beginning of a new life for them, where kisses and such small gestures would be just the beginning.

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