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dovveri · 6 months ago

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sun-kissed

bachelorette masterlist - part 1 • part 2 • part 3 • part 5 • part 6 • part 7

synopsis: an unexpected arrest deters filming for day 4 so instead, y/n and sana spend the day together. almost like a date?

warnings: mentions of child pedophilia! suggestive, cursing - i forget to tag that alot bcs its in all my fics but just assume its always there oop

w/c: 5.2k

a/n: okay this took me way longer than it should’ve to write but i think it’s maybe my favourite chapter so far… or maybe i’m soft rn 🤭 enjoy!

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could they have made any less of a scene?

the sirens have stopped but the blue and red lights continue to blaze as you stand in shock with the rest of the contestants while the cops raid the mansion.

sana had been taken away by the producers as soon as the police cars had pulled up.

when they're finally done checking the mansion, they walk out a cuffed wonsik. his head is down, refusing to look at any of you, hands behind his back as he's shoved into the back of the police car.

none of you had a clue what was going on, you were all enjoying the third rose ceremony and nothing could've predicted where this night had led you.

eventually, after the police have long driven away, the producers return with sana who looks a little shaken up. you head towards her immediately, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, but she can't seem to face you, eyes blank as she follows the producers instructions for everyone to come back into the mansion.

"sana? sana?" you're trying to get her attention, shaking her slightly.

she snaps out of it with a blink, looking up at you in confusion, "hm?"

"you okay? kinda lost you back there."

"mm yeah i just- it was just really unexpected."

"what was?"

she nods her head towards the producers who are now standing in front of the leftover contestants preparing to make an announcement.

"okay guys so we only just found this out but wonsik has been arrested on charges of owning child pornography, engaging in pedophilic acts, and sexual assault of a minor. the police have searched the house and confiscated all of his items and any incriminating evidence they could use in court. as you all know, we do conduct background checks on all contestants before they are accepted onto this show, and we apologise that this incident has been overseen. we won't be editing wonsik's arrest out of tonight's episode, but he has obviously been eliminated. we'll take tomorrow off filming to allow you all a small break and please do let us know if you have any concerns moving forward with filming."

what the actual fuck?

as soon as the producers are done with their announcement everyone is talking on top of each other, trying to figure out just what the hell happened and how this happened under everyone's noses.

"did you know?"

"holy shit i never saw that coming out of him-"

"man its always the quiet ones that are the most fucked up-"

you turn to sana in shock, feeling much like how she had looked just a little earlier. "sana?"

she's still a little distracted when she looks at you, "hmm? i'm tired y/n. let's go back home?"

you're nodding quickly, leading her away from the aftermath to the quiet cool of the outside air. you wave down your driver and quickly lead sana inside, stuttering out directions to your villa and sitting back, sneaking a glance at sana who's looking out the window with glazed eyes.

the drive back is silent save for the low hum of the engine. you're a little surprised when sana shuffles closer to you, linking her arm through yours and placing her head on your shoulder, still not saying anything.

you take her hand in yours, interlock your fingers, and lean your head on hers. the rest of the short drive is spent like this, the silence is thoughtful, but not awkward.

even as you arrive back at the house, your hands never leave each other's, you lead her towards your shared bathroom and brush your teeth side by side. only letting go of each other when you both go to start your nighttime skincare routines.

sana has a much more intricate routine than you because of her obsession with all things health-related and her need to take care of her skin well. so you finish earlier than her, mumbling a quick goodnight while she's still bent over the sink and moving past her to retire yourself to bed.

you close all the blinds, intending to have a full night's rest and wake up late tomorrow because filming was cancelled, climbing under your sheets and sighing at the feeling of soft fabric against your skin.

your eyes are slowly drifting shut when your door peeks open, and sana's slipping in, closing the door behind her, shrouding the room in darkness again. she tiptoes to the edge of your bed, lifting the cover and sliding inside, cold feet come to entangle themselves with your legs, shuffling close as you get a whiff of her night serum, the sweet, tangy smell of mandarin subtly descending upon your senses.

"this is okay right?" she's murmuring against you, you're lying face to face, eyes sleepily open while your eyes readjust to the darkness, making out the soft curl of her eyelashes and the perfect slant of her nose.

you hum against her, sliding an arm over her waist and pulling her closer, resting your foreheads together and closing your eyes comfortably.

you think she's drifted off to sleep after a few minutes, but she speaks up in a whisper, barely there, you wouldn't have heard her if you weren't almost lip to lip, "y/n?"

"hm?"

you feel the soft breath of her sigh against your lips, "i... i should've known... he- i could've put him away faster- i gave him a platform- he was on national television and oh y/n, kids the kids he took advantage of could've seen him on tv and thought-" she's slowly panicking the tone of her voice getting shakier as she spirals and allows herself to voice her thoughts out loud for the first time, "-thought that he was in the right that it was okay that there were no consequences and then i kissed him oh my god i kissed him y/n and what kinda message does that send like-"

"sana sana baby shh, shh c'mere-" you're pulling her into you, tucking her head under yours and she starts crying and shuddering, hands twisted at the collar of your shirt.

"i just- like what's worse is i actually liked him-"

"mm no no sweetie stop stop. listen no-one knew what he was okay? it's not your fault you fell for him you can't blame yourself for that. he literally came here with the intention of making you do that you were just another one of his unlucky victims okay? and look, once this gets out on the news he's not going to have that platform anymore okay? in fact he'll probably hate that he came on here because he's going to be even more infamous than if he had stayed anonymous. we can only be real and truthful going forward so that those poor kids are validated in their feelings. he's going to be put away for a long long time now and he's not gonna have the chance to pull any more of that shit okay?"

she's sniffling into your shirt, listening to you talk and soothe her. you continue whispering sweet reassurances into the night, waiting for her to calm down.

she sniffles again, finally looking up at you, eyes red and snot dribbling out of her nose, your heart aches, "can we go out tomorrow? just us, like old times."

you smile at her request, nodding and pressing a gentle kiss onto her forehead, "of course baby. we can go do whatever you want. i promise i'll be yours for the whole day."

she's smiling, thanking you softly and closing her eyes. you wait to hear the her breath slow into quiet even snores before you stop stroking her hair, just holding her against you and closing your own eyes. drifting off to sleep with the adorable mimimimi sound she lets out only when she's exhausted and sleeping well.

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the next morning the both of you wake up around 10am, a comfortable time that allowed you to sleep-in, but not so much that you'd miss out on the entire day.

some producers stop by to check in on sana and go through a small debrief of everything that's happened and what they have left to film in the show.

you can tell she's still a little on edge and wants to get away from everything as fast as possible so you politely ask the producers for time off today and to leave the both of you alone until tomorrow since no filming was happening anyway.

eventually, they're leaving and sana's throwing on casual white pants, a light cardigan on top of a knit button-up, sunnies, grabbing her prada handbag and she's ready to go.

you're lucky you have so many things at your disposal, even multiple cars in the garage to pick from as you grab a random set of keys and click unlock. spotting a white convertible respond with its headlights flashing twice and leading sana towards the car, hopping in. sana's mood has already improved greatly, bubbling with excitement as she lists off some names of a couple restaurants you could try in town for lunch. you smile at her nodding along and humming as you start the engine, pulling out of the garage and onto the valley road, turning on the radio and laughing at the way sana almost jumps out of her seat, neck craning up, eyes closing, letting the wind sprinkled with a hint of sea salt blow through her hair, breathing in a deep breath of satisfaction.

you know you're meant to keep your eyes on the road but it was empty anyway and sana looked so so beautiful. you traced the slope of her nose, down to the curve of her lips as she smiles, the sharp lines of her jaw, and the smooth plane of skin at her neck.

she's peeking an eye open at you, laughing when you realise you've been caught, her giggle high and airy. you loved her so much. and it was getting harder and harder to say that to her without it meaning something a little more.

you're pulling into town soon, she's babbling excitedly and pointing at things that interest her with the curiosity of a child, you're trying to find parking and smoothly drive into an angled spot just in front of the restaurant you had both decided on.

you're jumping out of the car and running to the other side to get her door, and she's giggling and smiling when you take her hand, pressing a sweet kiss to her knuckles, and helping her out of the car.

you enter the bustling shop hand in hand, smiling kindly at the waiter who greets you and ushers you to a table situated next to a large window, allowing a picturesque view into the bay area with a couple fishing boats coming back in after an early morning.

you continue your act of chivalry, pulling out her chair before she sits, and then walking over to take your own seat across from her.

you both glance over the menu enjoying the hum of a busy eatery.

"do you know what you want yet y/n?"

the words on the menu were quickly meshing together, lots of french and seafood terms you wouldn't be able to take a first guess at the meaning of. you pout and shake your head.

she giggles at your antics, "it's okay i'll order for us." she's waving over the same waiter who greeted you at the door, then listing off a few menu items, her french sounding poised and elegant, though you knew she had not-so-secretly spent a year obsessing over french ballet and had even taken up a few lessons herself, only to realise she was much too clumsy to continue it. she had thanked your mutual friend mina for the gracious lessons but resorted to attempting to learn french as an outlet for her obsession.

"-leave out the pickles in everything. and that'll be all thankyou."

your heart picks up a little at the small gesture. you despised anything with pickles in it, and she knew that, making sure you wouldn't have to pick out any of those sickly green slices.

you smile in thanks when the waiter leaves with your order, only to come back quickly afterwards with a bottle of chardonnay which she pours into two elegantly carved wine glasses she's brought along with her.

you raise your eyebrows at sana, questioning the alcohol, but she only sits forward, propping an elbow up on the table and leaning her head into it with a smile.

"day drinking?"

"what? i'll drink yours if you don't want it."

you roll your eyes at her affectionately, taking the glass and sipping, humming at the sweet and tangy bitterness that fills your mouth.

she copies your actions with a beam, setting her glass back down and licking her lips. you follow the action.

"is there anything else specific that you wanted to do today?" you're asking her, taking another sip from your glass.

"mm, not really. i don't mind as long as i'm with you."

"glad to know you're feeling well enough again to flirt."

"oh always with you baby. you're the only one for me."

"that's a bold faced lie and you know it."

she pouts at that, and you can't help yourself, leaning forward and pressing lightly on her bottom lip.

"stop that. put that back in there."

she licks your finger and you hiss, pulling away quickly in mock disgust while she laughs, "please you've made me suck on your fingers and now you're grossed out?"

the waiter decides to come with your first dish at that exact moment, a light dusting of pink on her cheeks when she overhears sana's comment, you don't fare much better when you flare up in embarrassment, hastily wiping your finger on your skirt and babbling out a loud thank you to the waiter.

you glare at sana who's trying her hardest not to laugh, no shame whatsoever, shaking in her seat at the effort of keeping it in, her lips pursed and eyes twinkling.

"you're so going to get it when we get back." you mumble as you stab into a mussel on the plate in front of you.

"awwwwh poor baby's embarrassed, don't worry, mommy will make it better."

your fork drops at the term and you feel yourself going extraordinarily red. she's laughing now, loud and boisterous, drawing the attention of a few onlookers and you throw your napkin at her, whining and slinking back into your chair trying to hide your face.

it's a few seconds after you've folded you arms across your chest and tucked your chin in, willing the heat in your cheeks to go away while staring into your lap, that sana's stopped laughing.

she picks up a mussel with her fork and holds it out to you, leaning forward onto the table again, eyes bright making an 'ahh' sound.

you turn your head, not giving her the satisfaction of paying her attention, but she's persistent, "c'mon y/n. i'm sorry i won't tease anymore i promise."

it's no surprise that you can't resist her, rolling your eyes and opening your mouth, accepting the fleshy piece of seafood and chewing. she's smiling and poking her own piece to put in her mouth, humming at the taste and making sure it was to your liking as well.

the rest of lunch is spent like this, playful and fun, it's good to be able to feel like yourselves again after all the hectic film shooting.

you're standing up to grab the bill after you're both finished when sana shakes her head at you, "i got it already don't worry."

"huh? what do you mean?"

"i told the waiter earlier in french so you wouldn't know. just let me treat this time? i still haven't really been able to thank you for coming along with me for this."

"what? sana this was like... a one hundred dollar meal at least. don't be silly let me pay you back."

she's humming and putting her cardigan back on, standing up and walking in front of you, "pay me back by winning something for me at the arcade?"

you sigh, grumbling along as she giggles at you, taking your hand and leading you out of the restaurant, thanking your waiter who still looks a little off-put by you, and walking down the street to where you had spotted the small arcade earlier.

you purchase a hefty amount of arcade tokens and get straight into all the classics. sana just barely won air hockey against you, jumping and whooping with every goal, you have to take off your jacket midway through the game, sweating as you try and focus on hitting the little puck. you get her back on the dance machines though, you can't keep in the laugh when she somehow ends up sprawled on the floor, limbs tangled and missing every following beat.

you cycle through the arcade, speeding through mario kart and midnight run, shooting with abysmal accuracy at the gun games, trying your hand at some of the more unique japanese arcade games they have (which sana completely destroys you at), and eventually ending up at the wide variety of claw machines.

sana's pulling you towards one with spy x family collectibles, and you furrow your eyebrows in concentration as you try to get the small anya keychain for her.

she's giving you instructions from the side of the machine, trying to give you as much perspective as possible before the time runs out and the claw drops. you wait with baited breath as it grabs the keychain, comes back up with a whir, and then... the keychain falls out at the bump at the top of the machine.

you don't even hesitate when you push in another token, determined to win this one thing.

sana's with you the whole way, her reactions only getting more and more expressive with each loss.

you're probably on your 9th try, the claw grabs onto the keychain, lifts it up, and with a whoop the keychain's falling successfully into the claim box. sana's caterwauling and jumping into your arms and you lift her up in glee, spinning her around once before setting her back down. you bend down to pick up the keychain, presenting it to sana with a flourish, and then she's kissing your cheek and squeezing you against her in a hug, thank yous spilling out of her in rapid succession.

you giggle against her, hugging back, relishing in the contact.

after you exchange your arcade tickets for prizes, you head down towards the docks, stopping for some ice cream before making it to the boardwalk.

there are a few other couples doing the same thing, and when you nod politely to an elderly couple holding hands, you're hit with the abrupt realisation that you and sana must look like a couple right now. unless people were homophobic, then you'd just be a couple of close friends, maybe roommates.

you're suddenly hyperaware of the sweat starting to collect on your palm, releasing her hand and wiping it on your skirt when she looks at you with a cocked head, mid-lick of her ice cream cone, eyes wide.

you switch your own ice cream cone to your other hand so it looks like you had an excuse to let go, avoiding her questioning gaze.

eventually you both decide to sit down at the end of the boardwalk, legs dangling over the edge and looking out across the bay. there weren't any boats currently docked in so you had a clear view of the blue vastness in front of you.

sana's leaning in and looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

"...what?"

she doesn't speak, her eyes darting down to your own ice cream cone and back up.

you roll your eyes and hold it out for her.

she's grinning and sticking out her tongue to lick a long strip along the side of your cone, humming in satisfaction.

"wanna try mine?"

"i'm okay thanks."

she's pouting and you can't have that so you lean in and lick some of hers, cringing at the overly sweet taste of artificial fairy floss but the smile she gives you afterwards makes up for it.

you both sit back and enjoy the light afternoon breeze, a calming presence after the hectic running around you did at the arcade.

"i missed this." sana speaks up first.

"me too."

"things have been pretty crazy with the house. i'm really glad that you're here with me though."

you turn to her and smile, "i'm glad you let me come."

"of course. the home visits later on are gonna get a little crazy. every season those are always full of drama."

"do you know who you want to end up there yet? your final four?"

she hums, thinking for a little, "still not really. we have... nine- wait no, eight since wonsik's a pedophile. so jacky, eunji, jihyo, momo, jun, jiwon, nayeon, and dae."

"it's a good mix i think. they all have different types of chemistry with you."

you're distracted by a buzz on your phone, taking it out and opening your messages.

miyeon: y/n!!!!! i just saw the news about wonsik! its everywhere rn r u guys okay?

"who's that?" sana's looking at your with a curious lilt in her voice.

you hesitate to respond, knowing how she reacted the last time you and miyeon were together.

"oh just my uncle. he's asking what to get my mum for her birthday later. you'd think he'd know since they're siblings but..." you trail off, typing a quick response back to miyeon.

y/n: it was crazy no one saw it coming! the producers called off filming today.. probably so they can deal with all the legal disputes that'll come up bcs of this

you tuck your phone back into your jacket, ignoring the new messages you get. you could respond to miyeon later. today was meant for you and sana.

sana's sighing and leaning her head on your shoulder, "wish i wore swimmers. it's such nice weather and the water looks soo good."

"we can head back and go for a swim in the pool if you want? we haven't had a chance to use it yet. may as well get the most out of being the main character on this show."

she's up in seconds, grinning, all fatigue gone as she practically prances back towards the car, only turning back to yell at you to hurry up.

you beam at her, running to catch up, laughing and smiling, just the two of you.

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sana's yelping when you cannonball into the deep end of the pool, splashing her with cold water in your wake.

"y/n!!"

you break the surface grinning and laughing, trying to splash more water on her.

"sto- stop! y/n oh my god-"

"hurry uppppppp! it's not cold if you get it over and done with!"

"no! i need to put on sunscreen first!"

"sunscreen? it's 4pm!"

"there are still UV rays at this time! i don't want to die from skin cancer and if you're a good girl you'll get out and let me put sunscreen on you too."

you narrow your eyes at her while she's lathering her legs with the white cream.

you decide to ignore her, diving into the pool and resurfacing a few times, splashing around by yourself while she takes her sweet time. to be honest, you're glad for the coolness the pool offers you, when sana first stepped out in her pale yellow bikini, you had felt your cheeks blush all the way up to the tips of your ears. you'd avoided her gaze quickly, instead opting for racing her outside and jumping in right away.

now that she wasn't watching you though, you couldn't help the way your eyes drifted over to her. she had finished with her legs and was now applying lotion to her arms. you traced the outline of her-

"y/n!"

you startle in the water, and she's looking at you curiously when you make a sort of weird strangled sound and water goes swashing around. "y-yeah?" you clear your throat, hoping you weren't as red as you felt.

"can you help with my back? i can't reach." she's looking at you with a dangerous pout, eyes pleading.

you mumble incoherently as you swim towards the shallow end, stepping out of the pool and grabbing the sunscreen bottle from her, gesturing for her to turn around while she grins at you.

you squirt some of the lotion onto your hand, rubbing it diligently into her back. you knew how much she cared for her skin, and even though you cared significantly less for your own, it mattered to her so you had to make sure you did a good job.

the problem arose when you started reaching her lower back. the pressure you've been applying becomes considerably less when you realise just how close you are to sana's ass. sana's very very attractive ass, only emphasised in these bikini bottoms.

"feeling shy y/n?"

"s-shut up."

"you can do my ass too if you want y'know. it's not like it's anything you haven't felt before."

you can picture the cheeky smirk on her face while you recap the sunscreen bottle after you're finished. and really, you just felt like you had to do something about that so before you know it, a hand's coming down and smacking her, a loud resounding slap followed closely by sana's yelp.

you're jumping back into the pool, trying to push the image of her cheeks rippling in the most perfect way to the very back of your mind.

when you break the surface again with a bubbly laugh she's still standing by the side of the pool, arms crossed and an unimpressed look on her face.

"did you just spank me y/n?"

you stick your tongue out her in defiance, sending a splash of water her way.

"oh you are so dead!" she's jumping in now, and you're scrambling away trying to put as much distance between you two as possible. but she closes in quickly, tackling you underwater and pulling you down so you're both submerged.

you're grinning and then you're laughing, but not in a good way because her fingers are at your sides tickling you and digging into all of the sensitive points in your body she's discovered over the time you've known each other.

you spend the next few minutes trying to one up one another, droplets of water flying everywhere, noisy screeches and laughs sounding out. you're lucky this mansion of a house was situated in the valleys with no neighbours or you most definitely would've gotten a noise complaint.

eventually, you decide to call a truce, cheeks sore from smiling, stomach sore from laughing. you float onto your back, closing your eyes and letting out a loud sigh in comfort. you can feel sana floating next to you, your heads next to each other, hearts beating in tandem.

she’s speaking up after a minute, "cats or dogs?"

you snort, "i don't mind."

you can hear the whine in her voice, "just pick one."

you hum thinking about it for a little, "whatever suits my lifestyle better i guess. if i'm really busy with work or i have to stay home a lot then probably a cat. but if i have a big backyard or something then probably a dog. knowing me though, i'll probably end up with cats. i'm too lazy to keep up with the energy dogs have."

"not with me though right?"

"what? of course not with you. also, you're not a dog sana."

"people say i look like a shiba inu."

"that's not the same thing."

she giggles a little before sighing, "you suit cats. okay. it's decided. we're getting a cat when we go home."

"huh?!"

she's breaking into high-pitched laughter again and you can only find yourself to be slightly concerned over whether she's being serious or not. you could deal with that at a much later date though. you drift back into a comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of the night wildlife slowly wake up in the valleys next to you.

"y/n?"

"hmm?"

"i love you."

your eyes are opening now, heart rate picking up. there's no reason to panic right? she meant it as a friend. a friend. so why was it so hard to say it back to her? as a friend?

instead, you say, "enjoy our date that much minatozaki?"

she doesn't respond with the same teasing tone you're expecting, "i really did." all honest and pure.

you're gulping, "...me too."

you know she's standing when you feel light waves push against your body, so you lift yourself up, looking at her puzzled, but she only goes to stand in front of you, grabbing your arms and wrapping them around her waist.

you let her, squeezing slightly and dropping your head onto her shoulder, your eyes drinking in the pinks and oranges of the sunset.

"you're not gonna say it back?"

you stiffen behind her, "what?"

"you know what."

she's tightening her hold around you even before you try to subconsciously escape.

you let out an almost-laugh breath, "...i love you too sana."

"was that so hard?" she's turning now, pupils dilated when they meet yours, pink lips slightly parted, noses almost touching.

you're shaking your head no, breath caught up in your throat.

a crinkle appears between her eyebrows, you have the urge to smooth it out, "are you lying?"

another shake of your head.

you feel her breath against your lips as she lets out a soft exhale, the tightening of her hands against your forearms helping ground you, if only slightly.

"i hope one day you'll be able to tell me the truth." you're confused, what was she talking about? "for now i guess this is fine." and then she's leaning in and pressing her lips against yours.

its almost an automatic reaction now. your mouth is moving against hers even before your brain registers you're kissing.

she's sweet, she always is. but this kiss is a little different. it's not filled with passion or heat, not like all your previous kisses that have always led to tangled limbs and heavy breaths. it's soft, tender, like she's trying to tell you something with her lips. you just weren't particularly versed in this form of sana communication yet to be able to tell what that was.

when she breaks away, the sun is dipping behind the horizon, her forehead leaned against yours, breaths coming in shorter after the lack of air.

she shivers a little when a cool gust of wind starts up.

"inside?" you ask.

she nods, letting you go, and following you out of the pool to dry off.

the rest of the night, even when you end up sprawled on messy sheets, sweat coating your bodies and arms around each other, your lips still tingle from her kiss in the pool. you fall asleep dreaming of small kittens, ice-cream, and sana.

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malarign · 1 year ago

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(enhypen as different forms of physical intimacy)

contains: bf!ot7 x gn!reader | genre: pure fluff | tw! kissing, thunderstorms, mild crying, mentions of food and eating (lmk if i forgot smth!) | wc: 1,9k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: Heeseung’s scenario is literally inspired by how i passed one of my courses :’) enjoy!

Lee Heeseung | 이희승

➶ patting your head after you accomplish a hard task *ೃ༄

Heeseung watched as you typed really fast on your computer, finishing up your task. This course was supposed to take something about 3 hours to complete, yet here you were an hour before the deadline stressing your ass out since you completely forgot about it.

You felt like sweat flooded your whole body, heart rate higher than while running a marathon. A few tears formed in the corner of your eye, which were quickly wiped out by your boyfriend.

“Love, maybe I can help you somehow?” he asked carefully for the last time, but you shook your head in a decisive motion.

“Hee, it’s fine I think I’ll manage to hand it in before midnight,” you spoke a little bit incoherently, gaze focusing on a bright screen. “I just need silence, sorry,” you spoke softly, not wanting to sound rude.

Heeseung silently nodded in understanding. He went to the kitchen to make something warm for you to eat, knowing well how hungry you get after such stress. He perked his ears for any kind of reaction for you, but the only one he heard was a scream of satisfaction, a minute before midnight.

“I did it!” you screamed in pure joy, raising your hands in the air.

Heeseung rushed to you and seeing a proud expression on your face he gently patted your head.

“I knew you could do it,” he praised your determination to finish it, even though it wasn’t really a mandatory course. “Now eat, love. You must be hungry.”

Park Jongseong | 박종성

➶ kissing a forehead when you’re scared *ೃ༄

Lighting illuminated your room once again and you waited muffling your ears for a loud sound of thunder. When it came you flinched, as tears started flooding your eyes.

You took your phone and after hesitating for a while you finally texted your boyfriend.

You watched the screen for a few minutes when yet another lighting stroke that was soon followed by thunder. Your lip quivered and soon your face was wet from your salty tears.

Your relationship with Jay started not long ago, so he still lived in obliviousness to your terrible fear of thunderstorms. You looked at the time, thinking he must already be asleep since he’s quite an early sleeper. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the case with you, especially during nights like this one.

After a few more strikes the thunderstorm seemed to get harder. Soon a doorbell resounded in the hallway, adding to your stress. You mustered the courage to open the door and the sight didn’t disappoint you. Without thinking for even a second you were pulled into the familiar embrace of your boyfriend. He rubbed your back comfortingly, realizing the course of your fear.

“I’m sorry for taking so long. I should’ve replied but I didn’t want to text while driving,” he explained in a quiet voice that soothed your anxiety.

“It’s okay,” you managed to say. “Sorry for disturbing your sleep at this hour.” You looked up at him and he smiled lovingly.

“Don’t apologize, that’s my basic boyfriend duty, to keep you safe.” His words made you let out a breathy giggle.

When another thunder resounded, he brought you closer to him and planted a tender kiss on your forehead, helping you forget about the scary noise.

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

➶ brushing his thumb on your cheek while cuddling *ೃ༄

“Are you done?” Jake whined leaning on the bathroom doorframe while you were finishing your skincare routine.

Smiling at his cuteness you said: “Let me brush my teeth and I’ll be ready.”

He smiled brightly and skipped his way to the bedroom.

Today you decided to finally go to sleep a tad bit earlier than usual. Your internal clock to messed up by sudden work, while his schedule didn’t help him get enough sleep, making you tired every minute of every day. You looked at your phone just to see the hour: 8:45. You made your way to your bedroom where you found Jake already under the covers, leaning at the headboard.

“Honestly I can’t remember when was the last time I went to bed this early,” you confessed while laying on your side of the bed.

“Me neither,” he responded and laid down facing you.

Only your head peaked from under the bedsheets, both of them decorated with blissful smiles. Suddenly he reached with his hand to your cheek and brushed your skin with his thumb gently. You closed your eyes at his loving touch, which instantly made you sleepy. He brought to even closer to his body, not leaving room for a grain of sand so you could feel his hot breath hit your skin.

“If you’ll continue doing that I might fall asleep a lot faster than I expected,” you mumbled easefully.

“Then sleep my love,” Jake said and planted sweet kisses on your eyelids, helping you doze off immediately.

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

➶ carrying you to bed after you fell asleep on the couch *ೃ༄

Since promotions were finally over, Sunghoon along with his bandmates and staff members celebrated yet another successful comeback. Not realizing how late it got he stayed up until early morning talking and chitchatting with everybody involved in album making. But when he did realize you must already be sleeping he thanked everybody and called a taxi to go home.

When he arrived, the apartment was completely dark, with no lights turned on. He smiled, thinking you must’ve been really tired. And he didn’t blame you: even he couldn’t believe how much time he spent with his friends. He took a quick shower and did his whole night routine only to go to your shared bedroom and find an empty bed. His brows knitted together in a frown.

Did you go out? No, he would have remembered that. He quickly checked his phone to see if he missed out on any of your messages but found none.

Getting slightly nervous he sprinted out of your bedroom to search for you. Just when he was about to put his shoes on he noticed how some silhouette was laying down on your living room’s couch. He slowly made his way to what he was about to find out your form, sleeping peacefully, already in your pajamas.

He smiled at his overreaction and also at how cute you looked right now. Without thinking any further he carefully took you in his arms and carried you to your bed.

Throughout him carrying you, you kept on sleeping peacefully but once he put you down you aroused you whispered with a hoarse voice: “Sunghoon?”

“Yes, it’s me. Sleep well, princess.”

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

➶ tucking your hair behind your ear after a kiss *ೃ༄

You walked hand in hand with Sunoo to the third cafe today. Your schoolwork and his tight schedule didn’t let you do your long-awaited cafe hopping.

“Which one is next?” you asked and swung your hands back and forwards.

Sunoo took his phone and searched for your next destination. Soon he responded: “The one with wools and stuff.”

You looked at him with a sweeping head motion, which made him match your energy, but in a little bit more dramatic way.

“You know, we will never leave that place, maybe we should go somewhere else first?” you suggested, reminding him of your new obsession - crocheting.

“I know,” he simply said and motioned with his head to continue walking.

The place consisted of two levels, one with a regular coffee bar and some tables and upstairs was where all the wools and hooks were stored. You had to contain a squeal of excitement at the view of all the different shades and colors you couldn’t get, even on the Internet.

While you were picking all the things you needed Sunoo ordered you some beverages and desserts. You showed him some stitches and patterns you could teach him and you got to the work.

Focusing on your and his work you sipped on your coffee and didn’t realize the foam stayed on your upper lip. Noticing that Sunoo smiled and quickly cupped our cheek to steal a sweet kiss, tasting like a mix of coffee and cheesecake he’s been eating. Leaving you dumbfounded he kept his eyes fixated on yours, his hand reaching to the lone strand of your hair and tucking it behind your ear, just to go back to crocheting his work, like nothing happened.

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

➶ listening to each other’s heartbeat after a long day *ೃ༄

Both you and Jungwon plopped on your couch wordlessly. It was yet another day filled with lots of stress, anxiety, and dealing with other people not only for him but also for you. You took deep breaths and you could swear you would sleep here and now, but in the corner of your eye, you noticed your boyfriend spreading his arms for you to hug him. Chuckling at his cute gesture you crawled your way towards him and pushed him with your body weight to lay down. You placed your head on his chest that raised and fell rapidly because of his giggle.

“I guess your day was just as tiring and simply bad as mine, huh?” he asked, breaking the silence that surrounded you the moment you entered your apartment.

“Probably, yeah,” you answered shortly feeling dozing off taking control over your body and mind.

You relaxed in his comfortable embrace, the constant rhythm of his heartbeat helping your eyelids to close.

“As much as I know how tired we both are, I think we should go and shower first, Y/nie,” Jungwon spoke with his eyes closed, a feeling of bliss and serenity soothing his mind.

“I know,” you said, dragging out the last word. You tried to stand up but the sound of his heartbeat seemed to have hypnotized you, or even hook you on.

Jungwon sighed, noticing you truly fell asleep. Deciding not to wake you up he stayed in one position a little longer, eventually falling asleep too.

Nishimura Riki | 西村力

➶ holding your hand tightly on a rollercoaster ride *ೃ༄

You sat down after yet another extreme rollercoaster ride, wanting nothing but some moment to take a deep breath and calm down. But your boyfriend Riki had another plan, wanting to keep your adrenaline level as high as possible for the rest of your date at an amusement park. He grabbed your hand firmly and pulled you along towards another ride. Whining you waddled behind him, but he kept on shushing you. He knew damn well you weren’t scared of them, that’s why he insisted on trying as many as you could during this night.

“Come on, Y/nie, before the queue gets longer!” he rushed you. You just speeded along, taking your place in the line.

Riki watched the ride with the brightest stars in his eyes, you could see his inner child healing just by the sight and thought of having fun with you. You leaned your head on his shoulder making him look at you. He smiled t your cute action and planted a chaste yet quite long kiss on the crown of your head.

As your turn was closer and closer you felt even more excited for the fun ahead of you, but also knew your tiredness wouldn’t let you go on another attraction. Riki somehow sensed that.

“How about we grab some hot dogs after this ride?” he suggested to which you nodded your head happily.

“Are you ready?” the operator of the ride asked you and motioned you to take a seat in the front row. Before you noticed you were on top of the construction waiting for the big drop. Riki took your hand and entangled your fingers together. When you started he raised his and your hand on the way, to feel the wind and the speed. You could hear his laughter and screams of joy which filled your ears. You also screamed your lungs out at the turn and barrels you made. Wordlessly you arrived at the starting point yet none of you wanted to leave the carrier. Or each other’s hands.

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absolutewhore101 · 9 months ago

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Should've Said No - Chapter 4

A/N: sorry this one is so late! last week got busy very quickly, and i just didn't have the time to sit down and write this. i hadn't originally planned on writing this chapter, but the idea hit me in the car while i was driving earlier, so here we are. (hint at next chapter at the very end!)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Listen to 'Should've Said No' by Taylor Swift

Warnings: swearing, assholery

Word Count: 733 words

Chapter 3 / Chapter 5

MINORS DNI

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Joel’s head slowly turned back to face you, a fire in his eyes you’d never seen directed at you.

Before he could open his mouth, you started talking again.

“Can you believe Joel? Everything we used to have - the songs, the smiles, the flowers - it’s all gone! All because you couldn’t keep it in your pants!”

“Is that all?”

“God, ugh! I just… I can’t even look at you.”

“Look, I’d take it back if I could. It was a moment of weakness and we both know that. Hell, what was I supposed to do?!”

“You should’ve said no! You should’ve thought twice, maybe with more than just your dick! I should’ve been there, right in the back of your mind, and I shouldn’t be standing here asking myself why the fuck you’d do this!”

Joel took a step forward, but Tommy stepped in the middle of you two.

“I wouldn’t get much closer to her.” He said, voice low.

“Oh for the love of god, Tommy. You knew, too! Don’t stand here and try to play hero when you knew damn well what was going on.”

“And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Tommy said, turning to face you, “but it wasn’t my place to say anything. That was between you and Joel, not me. I’m sorry.”

“No. No you don’t get to be sorry. Joel might’ve done this to me, but you didn’t even try to help. You could’ve tried talking to him, you could’ve stopped him, you could’ve just told me! But instead you let this go on, knowing how much it would hurt me.”

Tommy’s eyes landed on the ground in front of your feet, his hands on his hips.

When he looked up again, tears were streaming down your cheeks.

“Baby, c’mon…” Joel trailed off.

You shook your head, taking a step back from the two of them.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that we could ever be the same? After everything you put me through?”

Joel shook his head. “We don’t gotta be the same, we just gotta work through this and come out better on the other side. We can do that, can’t we?”

“No. You should’ve known that I would’ve found out eventually. I’m not stupid, y’know. Even if you hadn’t been so obvious about it, someone would’ve told me eventually.”

“Was she worth it?” Tommy said, breaking the tense silence that had settled between the three of you.

“Excuse me?” Joel answered.

“Tommy.” You said sternly. “This isn’t your place, you’ve made that pretty clear.”

“Might not be my place, but that doesn't mean I can’t ask him what the hell he was thinking.” Tommy turned around to face Joel, stepping into his space.

Joel held his eye, bringing his arms up to cross his arms over his chest.

“You wanna do this right now? Right in front of her?”

“I don’t think I’m the one who deserves an apology.”

Joel’s jaw clenched, slowly nodding his head.

“I don’t think she wants to hear my apology. Do you?”

You thought about it. An apology wouldn’t undo what he did, but wouldn’t it give you some kind of closure? Or was your closure the end of your relationship?

You shrugged your shoulders. “Well, it certainly wouldn’t hurt.”

You gave him a smug smirk, watching him shake his head.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I knew it was wrong and I did it anyway. Happy?”

“No. But as long as you don’t step foot in my house again I will be.”

Tommy nodded his head.

“You can move into a new house tomorrow. Why don’t you stay with Carly tonight? I’m sure she’d love it.” Tommy gave him a smirk, watching Joel’s hands clenched into fists by his side.

Joel stalked off without another word, heading for the house just a few down from your own.

“Motherfucker.” You muttered, and Tommy chuckled.

Tommy looked over his shoulder at you, something akin to sympathy in his eyes.

“Can I walk you home?”

“Absolutely not. You’re not off the hook just because you made a stand against Joel. It’s gonna take a lot more than that if you ever want to be friends again.” You told him, pushing past him and walking towards your house.

As you closed your front door behind you, you couldn’t help but ask yourself - why couldn’t he just be a better man?

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steddieas-shegoes · 2 years ago

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In the aftermath, Eddie doesn’t go out. The one time he tried, people were a little too brave with their harsh words and hateful glares. He was a strong guy, but healing took a lot out of him.

So he hid away in his new trailer, courtesy of the government that basically told him to shut up or else, and let Wayne handle everything.

When Steve found out what happened, he started finding reasons to check in.

“Oh, I just figured you could use some company today. Wayne’s been working a lot, hasn’t he?” He had, but Eddie didn’t know how Steve knew that.

“I had to get groceries anyways and they had a sale on a lot of the stuff you like so I thought I’d grab some.” They didn’t have a sale on anything and Steve spent his entire paycheck on junk food.

“Didn’t want to make the drive to Indy alone, ya know?” As if Steve hadn’t made the same drive at least a handful of times over the last year to bring Robin to her favorite queer safe space.

Sure, the others would stop by or invite him to hang out sometimes. He still ran some campaigns with Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and now Will. But most of his hours were lonely, and he’d never done well when he was alone.

It got to the point that Steve stopped by daily, and eventually, he stopped making up excuses and just flat out said he wanted to spend time with him.

Eddie didn’t read much into it; from what he gathered from Robin, Steve tended to be the babysitter/caregiver for anyone who needed it, even other adults.

But it was hard not to read into the little notes he left behind for Eddie to see:

Be back late tomorrow, working a double. - Stevie

Call me when you wake up, gonna make a grocery run and need to know what beer you want. - Stevie

And the one that changed everything:

Sleepover at mine tonight? Love, Stevie

Eddie didn’t think he meant to write it, especially when he didn’t bring it up that night. They were just hanging out on the couch, listening to music. It was nice.

But Eddie couldn’t get it out of his head.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah, Eds?”

“Did you mean to write that on the note this morning?”

“Write what?”

“Love, Stevie.”

Steve’s eye widened for a moment before his face relaxed into a soft smile.

“Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“You remember how I said I’m too much for people sometimes? Clingy? Too far too fast?”

“It’s ridiculous, but yeah.”

“It’s just that I kind of thought it was obvious.”

“What’s obvious?”

“That I love you.”

He said it like it was nothing, like he was just saying have a good day on his way out the door, like he hadn’t just turned Eddie’s entire world upside down.

“Like, as friends?”

“Like, as way more than friends.”

It should’ve been obvious this whole time. Eddie realized now the other part of what Robin said: he only gave love to those he knew would stay. He’d been hurt too many times to give it to just anyone.

So Eddie wasn’t just anyone for him. Eddie wasn’t someone he felt like he had to keep an eye on.

Eddie was more for Steve.

So Eddie handed him the note from earlier that day, where he’d written his own note back to Steve:

Sleepover at yours every night. Love, Eds

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coleskingdom · 9 months ago

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Man in the Mirror

Matt Jackson x female reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

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@madhatterbri @midwestmade29

“He’s playing fucking head games, with us.” Matt said pacing in the hotel room, “He couldn’t just take the nice retirement package and leave no, he had to bring a goth boy and a geriatric with him. “ his voice agitated, “ I now have to end one of the icons of this business and his friends as well.”

I had been lying in bed watching this soliloquy, slightly amused and slightly annoyed by this sudden crisis of conscience. “ Really? One of the icons of the sport, you’re doing what has to be done. The sport is ready for new icons, new greats. The geriatric in question should’ve been ended long ago.” I said an impatient tone in my voice.

“ I don’t recognize myself some days, when I look in the mirror.” his eyes showing a sadness that broke my heart. “ How have I become the villain ? No one understands why I have to do the things I have to do.” his hand reaching for the glass of wine on the table.

“Matt, listen they forced your hand, they forced you to have to make the hard decisions. Changing the world was never going to be easy. You’re doing this for everyone, the ones who don’t have spots because of this old guard who refuses to move on. Besides you either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.. You’ve just always had someone else to get their hands dirty for you, or you did it because someone told you to. You’ve stabbed everyone you’ve ever loved in the back at one point or another, you’ll forgive yourself in time, as they have forgiven you. I don’t know why this upsets you when you played into Kenny’s psychotic vendetta against Cole and Page.” I sipped my own wine . “Is it because Kenny isn’t calling the shots this time? Is it because you’re having to lead? Is it because …” my words cut off as Matt straddled me on the bed, his hands tracing lines of my throat. “ I wouldn’t finish that thought” ,he kissed me, his mouth fighting for dominance, as I relented. Our hands grabbing at each other’s clothes in a frenzy, pulling and removing them as they were thrown on the floor.

His hands moved down my body, only lightly teasing the places , he knew I loved. “Are you going to be a good girl or am I going to have to fuck that attitude out of you?” his voice cool and controlled, his touch soft,as his calloused hands dipped lower. “ I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just please touch me Matt” the pathetic desperation in my tone made him smile. “ There’s my good girl, not so mouthy now” his mouth claiming mine as his hand teased my folds. He swallowed my groan as his practiced fingers went to work, his mouth moved down my body to my breasts. “Is this what you needed?”before he took my nipple in his mouth. “ Yes”, I said my mind barely coherent “Yes what?” he said stopping all movement “Yes sir” I was immediately rewarded as his thumb moved over my clit and his teeth grazed my nipple. A moan fell from my lips, I felt my body giving itself over to him. “ princess it’d be so easy to let you cum right now, and nothing would make me happier than to take care of you right now.” His fingers moving inside me, teasing strokes inching deeper. “However, you said some hurtful truths earlier, now you’re gonna have to wait till I say to cum.” his hands spreading my thighs , as he aligned himself with my aching core. “So desperate for me, for someone you thought was afraid to lead I’m leading you pretty well aren’t I ?” his tone slightly menacing, “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry sir” I said . His mouth back on mine as he entered me, his body worked mine, the angle he chose was meant to drive both of us quickly to our own release. My fingers scratched his back as he hit that spot deep inside, he hissed . He picked up his speed his controlled thrusts becoming erratic , “ Princess come for me, milk my cock , show me how much you need me.” I clenched pulling him in and holding him there, as I shattered around him, his thrusts and little groans and whimpers as he released inside of me in my ear. My hands running through his hair as his face laid in the crook of my neck. “ Matt, I do understand. “ my words soft and soothing allowing him to stay there as long as he needed. “I know you’re doing this for us.” My hands running softly up his back. When he finally moved, he was Matt again, the softness in his features returned. He laid his head on my chest,he was quiet for a longtime, the war inside him quieted for the first time.

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mynameismckenziemae · 1 year ago

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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter III

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

The truth is out, feelings deepen. (previous chapter here, next chapter here)

A/N: smut, fluff, teasing, hand jobs, tequila, etc etc.

“Bob, are you a virgin?”

He flushes and ducks his head. “Yeah. I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry.”

You lift his chin. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s okay.”

He nods, still avoiding your gaze. “I just wanna make you feel good too, I mean I’ve done some things, and I’ve read romance books, some are actually pretty descriptive…”.

“You would read romance novels to educate yourself,” you laugh. “I’m not worried, Bob. You already got me off, and my ex, uh…he only made me orgasm a handful of times.”

Bob shakes his head, “He really is a fucking loser, huh? His loss, my gain.” That’s the first time you’ve heard him swear. “Will you show me? How to touch you? How you like it?”

Heat starts to pool between your legs. “Of course. I want you to show me what you like too. I want you to tell me if we’re going too fast too”.

“I will. Wanna finish the movie before I bring you home?”

You nod and settle back on the couch.

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You wake up on Bob's chest to Steve bumping with his nose a few hours later; the living room is dark. Steve bumps you again, whining and walking to the door. “You gotta go potty buddy? I’ll let you outside” you whisper, gently pushing off Bob.

Steve races outside, barely getting off the steps before squatting to pee. You look back at the clock over the stove, 2:47.

“Sunny? Everything okay?” Bob says, sitting up on the couch.

“Yeah, Steve just had to pee, he’s coming back in now” you reply, closing the door behind him.

“My bad, I normally let him out before bed” he yawns.

“No worries. You can just take me home in the morning if you want. You don’t need to drive this late.” You yawn too.

“You sure?” He asks. You nod. “You can take my bed, I’ll sleep out here.”

You take his hand, “Nah. We can share, I don’t bite…hard”.

“Alright, alright” he chuckles, leading you to his room.

He hands you a pair of pajama pants and the shirt you wore earlier and steps into the hall to change, giving you a moment of privacy to do the same.

You change and climb into his bed. It feels amazing; feather pillows, soft sheets, and the most comfortable mattress. “I’m never leaving your bed” you groan, pulling his comforter up.

“Fine by me” he answers, entering the room.

His shirt is gone, showing off his muscular chest and stomach, down to his Adonis belt. His hair is messy and takes his glasses off, folding them and setting them on his nightstand.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” You whisper sleepily.

A blush rises from his chest up his neck, settling in his face. “Thanks”.

You smile, turning on your side as he slides in behind you, wrapping his arm around you, and pulling you close.

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You wake up in nearly the same position, except there’s now a hand holding your boob, and a hardness pressed against your ass. Bob’s still asleep, judging by his steady breathing.

You shift slightly, trying to go back to sleep but it’s enough to rouse him. He groans, while sleepily thrusting his hips thrust against your ass. He gently squeezes the breast in his hand, before suddenly pulling away, realizing what he’s doing “Oh shoot, sorry. Morning’.

You push your hips back and place his hand back where it was. “Morning”.

Realizing you’re okay with it, he continues rocking into you. He slides his hand under the shirt and plays with your nipples; gently tugging, and pinching, seeing what draws the most reaction from you. His hand slides down your front, and he dips his fingertips below the waistband. “This okay?” You nod. “Show me what you like, Sun” he whispers against your ear, drawing a shiver from you.

Your hand covers his as you slide it down your front. “I like this,” You slide his middle finger down to gather your wetness before bringing him up to your clit and circle. “And I like this,” you rub his finger to gently roll over it. Your breath hitches. “And I really like this.” You bring his hand down, pushing his middle and index finger into you. He groans, imagining your warm, wet velvet walls squeezing his cock. You put pressure on the heel of his palm so it’s pressing your clit, “Now curl your fingers like you’re saying ‘Come here’. Yes, like that. Just like that baby” you groan.

He continues, kissing along your jaw and ear before he pulls his fingers from you and turns you to your back, pushing your shirt above your chest and leans down to kiss you, sliding his fingers back into you.

You whine and arch your back, grinding your hips against his palm. He kisses a line down your neck and chest, sucking a matching bruise into your collarbone. Your hands slide into his hair.

You whimper and clench around his fingers. He groans, feeling you tighten on his fingers. He licks down to your nipple, closing his lips around the bud, and sucks, just as he curls his fingers. “Oh God, I’m close” you cry, your pelvis tightening. Bob gently bites down and you’re cumming. Your hands tighten in Bob’s hair and you tug him up to meet your lips. “Oh Bob, it’s good, you did so good” you whimper into his mouth.

He strokes you through it, slowing his fingers and pulling them out gently to not overstimulate you. You guide Bob to his back, pulling his cock from his pajama pants. Your eyes widen at the size of him. “I knew you were big, but wow.” You stroke him slowly. He groans, feeling an odd combination of embarrassed, flattered, and turned on. You find his hand and bring his fingers to your mouth, kitten licking at your wetness from them before you suck them into your mouth. A new burst of precum leaks from his tip as he watches you under half-lidded eyes. You moan around his fingers as you tighten your grip on his erection and he’s cumming on his stomach, panting heavily as he paints the ridges of his abs white.

He watches as you lean down to lick across his stomach. “You taste good.” He chuckles out a groan, head falling back. His spent cock twitches in a valiant effort.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Sunny”.

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He makes you breakfast before dropping you off at home, leaving you at your door with a sweet kiss.

You smile as you start a load of laundry, grin as you meal prep for the week, and hum while you wash the dishes you made. You haven’t felt this light in years.

A sadness fills you though, as you realize how long you’ve just been going through the motions, living life like a zombie. Guilt gnaws as you recall the invitations you declined with coworkers and friends, not wanting to do anything other than go home and sleep after work, not wanting to give Derek any ammunition. You sigh, determined to make more of an effort.

Still, the giddiness remains as you sit on the couch, turning on the TV for background noise while you study. Your phone dings.

Bradley: How’d it go with Bob the other night? Is it love? It is love, I can tell. I better be a bridesmaid at the wedding.

You: You’re an idiot. But it was good. We hung out yesterday, he brought me to the beach with Steve.

Bradley: Already introducing you to the kid?! Must be serious.

Sunny: Stoppppp lol.

Bradley: Seriously though. Bob’s a good guy. You need that after dickhead. You weren’t you, Sunny. It’s like he took the light from your eyes.

Tears spring to your eyes as you reply.

Sunny: I know. I can still hear his voice. I’m sorry I withdrew so much.

Bradley: Don’t be sorry. He should be. And he will be if I ever see his stupid face again 💪🏻

Sunny: Lol. I just can’t with you🤦🏻‍♀️ God, I missed you.

Bradley: Missed you too, Sunny girl. It’s gonna be like old times now that we’re both living here.

Sunny: Ugh. I don’t know if my liver can take that abuse again. Yours either, Grandpa.

Bradley: Don’t even start. I’m not that much older than you.

Sunny: Whatever you say.

You smile and get back to studying. 5 days until you complete the course and take the exam.

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The week passes quickly, but unfortunately, you and Bob haven’t been able to meet up again. You do text daily though, and talk on the phone a few times. Before you know it, Friday rolls around. The final assessment and exam exam day of your flight course.

Your phone pings as you walk through the hospital to the assessment area.

Bob: You don’t need it, but good luck today. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

Sunny: Thanks! I’m more nervous than I thought I’d be. I can’t wait either, I’ve missed you.

Bob: Missed you too. See you later.

You turn your phone off, take a deep breath, and step inside.

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Several hours later, the Uber Bob ordered for you pulls a Mexican restaurant he had chosen. It’s close to base, so he suggested meeting you since he was kept later at work than he planned, and he’d take you home. You love that he takes initiative and plans.

You walk in and spot him, and he chokes on his drink when he sees you.

“Wow, Sunny. You look amazing. How’d it go?” He stands to greet you. You blush, looking down at your sundress. You’d left your hair natural, and it curls down your back.

“Thanks. You do too. I passed! They offered me a job too!” You reply, hugging him. The stress of the week melts away as he holds you, even if it’s brief.

“What?! That’s great! Are you gonna take it? He asks, releasing you and pulling out your chair.

“Yeah, I think so. They told me to think it over this weekend and let them know on Monday.” You answer.

“I’m happy for you Sunny. You deserve it.” He replies.

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You’re finishing your second margarita as Bob pays, even after you insist it’s your turn. He politely declined, saying “Next time, it was a special day for you. Let me”. You caved, thanking him again.

“You got a little salt, from the rim,” he says, looking at your mouth.

“Where?” You lean forward, so he’ll show you.

“Right…there” he swipes it from your bottom lip with his thumb.

You grab his hand, licking the salt off before nipping and releasing him. “Thanks” you reply with a wink. Tequila makes you bold (and makes your clothes fall off, but they’ll have to wait until later).

His eyes widen and he shifts in his chair. “An-anytime.”

You smile and finish your drink. “Ready?” You say, rising to your feet.

He nods, slowly rising. “Hey, uh…can you go first though? I have a…a situation and…” he trails off.

You glance down. He’s got a situation alright. His obvious erection is pressing against his jeans. You bite your lip and nod, grabbing his hand and pulling him close behind you as you walk through the restaurant.

He opens his truck door for you, and you slide to the middle seat again. As you buckle, he gets in and starts the truck. He startles when you palm him through his jeans.

You tease him the whole ride, touching him with different pressures and speeds, but no consistent rhythm. You whisper all the dirty things in his ear. “God, I want you in my mouth. I’d pull you out right now but I’m gonna take my time with you when I suck you off the first time,” He whimpers, hands tightening on the steering wheel “Will you let me, huh? Will you cum in my mouth?”. You moan, rubbing your thighs together.

“Ye-yeah, yes. I want that.” he stutters. He pulls into his drive and parks. He pulls you across the seats and out, pinning you against the truck with his hips. He kisses you roughly and grinds his hips into you. "You like doing this to me, don'tcha? You like riling me up, making me hard, making me cum in my pants?" You whine and nod. You love it.

"Yeah, you can put your mouth on me, Sunny girl," you moan, ready to go, "but I get to put mine on you first."

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #top gun maverick #bob floyd x you #aint no sunshine when she’s gone

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days-until-burnout · 3 months ago

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Hello it’s me I’m in your inbox

What if 🤏 tango and joel :3

my requests suddenly got 120% cuter<3 and i know you meant litol tango and joel, but yknow i had to 😌 _____

📧 Day 56 -

Characters - Tango/Joel ft. Cleo (and Scott) Words - 1,214 Time - 45 mins Content - College AU

“Would you stop moving?” Cleo huffed, pinching Joel’s cheek between her fingers and thumb, forcing him to face her. It was only for a second before he shook her hand away, and they were back to square one. “Don’t smudge it!”

“Let me poke your eye, see how you like it!” Joel swatted her hand away, turning his head to the side as he closed his eyes tight then opened them.

She sighed, “And this is why Scott isn’t doing your make-up. You would’ve bitten him long ago.”

“I can still bite you,” he muttered, carefully running the side of his finger under his eyes. He blinked a couple times until the sting wore off. He could feel the powder pressed on his eyelids, and if he concentrated enough, he could hear the glitter shimmering. But Cleo was right, better them than Scott.

“Oh, do try. I bite back.”

Cleo stepped back a moment, checking the eyeshadow palette as Joel composed himself. There was a mirror just on his left, and he was tempted to check, even though he felt like he looked stupid. His only grace was that this whole thing was partially for Cleo’s photography project, so at least he was reassured they wouldn’t make him look too bad. Still, he didn’t want to see.

“Can’t you just think of the money?” She said, almost scoffing but didn’t, though they did bring the cup of water with a straw to his lips. “A hundred for today from me, another from Scott, and even more depending on our grade.”

After taking a sip, he waved her away, then sighed. The money, right. He looked down, a white gown with green undertone, like a shade or shimmer, almost pearlescent, and he still couldn’t believe he was doing all this. Of all things to get money, this is what he chose? The only serving grace was that he wasn’t the only idiot, and tango had been roped into it too. That was something to look forward to, at least, seeing how silly Tango would look.

Cleo was back with the brush, and Joel only sucked a breath in as she did the other eye.

“Am I a pretty prostitute?”

They snorted, “Cheap?”

“I’m selling my body. I think prostitution applies.”

“Oh, is that what you call your part-time job too?”

“No, that’s my personal hell.”

Cleo tapped the brush on the palette, which sounded very loud with his eyes closed. He was nearly hyper-aware of sounds, keeping track of them mostly, but it was driving him insane all the same. They should’ve played some music, to drown the occasional silence. Not that he was very close to Cleo, much less Scott, at least he had Tango, which still didn’t explain how he got roped into doing all this. Those two, Cleo and Scott, were sneaky and cunning, approaching him when he was tipsy, possibly drunk, and made an offer they pushed even after he refused when hungover. Clever, also annoying. Very annoying.

All things considered, he didn’t have to deal with customers at least. Just sit and look pretty, as Scott had said earlier.

“And done. See how fast that was? We would’ve been done earlier had you sat and stayed still.”

“You’re just a slow worker who is not very flexible.”

“I’m strangling you after the photoshoot, just so you know,” Cleo said nonchalantly as she stepped back, rummaging through the bag. “Saves me the money.”

Joel held off from turning, still not wanting to see himself in the mirror. “You know all my possessions and future pay is going straight to Tango. I’m getting your blummin’ money one way or another.”

“Right, right, your bride, how could I forget.”

He could hear her roll their eyes, before he didn’t reply as Cleo was back in front of him. She held a wand with something clear in it, their free hand tilting him from his chin. It was cool and slightly sticky on his lips, taking a couple swipes on his bottom lip then his top lip.

“Okay, yeah, done now. Figured it’d be better with lipgloss than lipstick,” she said, mostly to herself as she capped the tube, placing it on the table beside them.

“Wasn’t I the bride?” He asked as he took her hand, standing up carefully. It was odd moving with something so heavy yet light, though it did provide some personal space which was fine.

“Everyone’s a bride. Two ladies can get married these days, you know.”

“Back in your days, not.”

Cleo scoffed, and he grinned. With no further words, they walked out of the room, and it seemed like the other two had the same timing. Cleo and Scott first, surprise in their faces, then smiles before stepping aside.

Joel didn’t even spare time to glare at Scott, his eyes focusing on Tango first and foremost. In a white dress too with red undertones, all dolled up and pink in his pale face. Tango stared right back, lips parting slightly, both speechless so their respective make-up artists had to drag them to the center room. The dress moved nicely, and Tango looked so elegant, so perfect. He couldn’t help grinning, a momentary wide-eyed Tango then a grinning Tango matched him.

“You look stupid,” he mouthed when they were standing in front of each other, and they burst into dumb giggles.

“Thanks, I tried to look like you.” Tango said once their giggles settled, only managing to make them burst into another round of giggles. “Can’t believe I was given such a mid bride. I want a refund.”

“You wish you could afford me.”

Joel reached a hand and pinched Tango’s gown, eyes lowering to admire Scott’s craftsmanship. He would give him this, Tango looked good. Plenty good.

“Now, now, don’t get too agitated, the sweat will ruin the make-up.” Scott sighed, defeatedly walking towards them beside Cleo. They fixed the veils behind them. Tango’s one was longer and flowy-er, while Joel’s was shorter with two antennas on the clip. “Oh! That’s cute.”

“Last minute addition,” Cleo hummed. “Now you can look in the mirror.”

There was a second of panic as the other two stepped back, very far back, and it was like they were the only ones in the world. A sudden bubble formed around them, and Joel startled Tango by grabbing his hand suddenly. He squeezed his hand, glad that he was wearing gloves while Tango wasn’t.

“You look fine,” Tango mumbled as soon as his eyes found Joel’s. He didn’t believe the words, but he had to believe Tango, what else was there to do?

Tango squeezed his hand back, and slowly, they both turned to the mirrors.

There was an immediate wave of white, then slowly the reds and greens appeared, washes of color against the white canvas. It was beautiful, matching. A set of two, Joel and Tango. Tango and Joel. Everything was fine, then, because he was standing with Tango.

“I take it back, you look better than fine,” Tango whispered with a wild, warm grin as he leaned over, tapping their temples. “Good. You look good.”

“Thanks,” Joel relaxed enough to smile, looking at him through their reflection, finding bright eyes staring at him, “I try to be like you.”

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:3c cleo & joel. just them. them. also, not tagging scott because he's contribution didn't warrant tagging. sue me 🧍‍♂️

#trafficshipping #hermitshipping #smalltek #tangotek #smallishbeans #zombiecleo #day 56

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flashlight-sticker · 22 days ago

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Day 3 - “Is this what you want?”

Today the streets were loud, boiling with life, rainfall heaving down onto the inhabitants, with unbearable traffic, some absolute morons yelling at each other through rolled down windows and an insane amount of responsibilities suddenly falling onto Francis’ shoulders.

It is on days like this that he regrets quitting smoking. But all of that (thankfully) was over.

Aside from the paperwork.

His opinions changed a lot throughout the centuries, but there were things that he felt very strongly about. For example, that your shoes should always match your bag, that dark brown was certainly not his colour and that paperwork was awful. Paperwork was something he dreaded with his entire being, for his hand hurt too much after signing, signing and signing everything, for he was having a migraine after hours of trying to figure out some misprint, only to find out later that the whole paper was actually never meant for him in the first place, for the moment he looked at the dull papers, black lines crossing them all over, he felt his heart sink and eyes roll at a yet another request from one of his officials.

He dragged himself up the staircase and took out a key. The wrong one, of course, because the universe despised him today.

The clicking of the lock, the smashing of the door against the wall, his bag falling onto the floor and him slumping against the corner of the hallway, on top of the shoe cabinet.

Francis knew he needed a moment after such a day, just sitting there in silence for a few minutes before he said anything to the love of his entire life, or he’d look too miserable for his own liking. Or, at least Francis thought that he needed it, before he heard the sweetest words flow out of the dimly lit living room, where Alistair was, no doubt, reading.

“Welcome home, Fran!”

A lazy smile appeared on his face.

“Hello.” He said back, softly.

***

“Ugh…” it was taking way too long for him to get through all of that. Perhaps, just perhaps, he should’ve done all of this when Ludwig told him to. And perhaps (perhaps!) he needed to look at this law that was passed on a little earlier. And perhaps—

Francis threw his head back, eyes closing and hands covering his face. This is exactly why he didn’t like this whole “sign the damn paper” thing. It wasn’t just about signing the damn paper. It was about figuring out whether or not they had the finances for it, if it was the right thing to do, if there were loopholes through which one can do something questionable. And, of course, it was about endless, notorious, boring calculations. It was about unnecessary drama and pity parties… and his thoughts were driving him insane again.

“This is hell” he picked up a pen and looked at it with disinterest, not really looking at it at all “I am in hell.”

“Then I’m here to save you.” Francis jumped up in his seat, head snapping to the right. Too invested in his own thought, he failed to notice the door opening, or a certain Scotsman leaning onto it, observing him. The same Scotsman that was now looking at him with a smug grin and a glint in his eyes.

Francis shot him a look. It was meant to be threatening, but either Alistair didn’t care after being objected to it so many times, or he completely misunderstood it for a ‘what do you want?’, because he answered :

“I made tea.” and nodded to the corridor, after which he walked out of the office.

***

Upon entering the kitchen, Francis was greeted by the sight of Alistair, who spared him a mere glance before continuing to pour tea into two cups.

And the stove on, for some horrid reason, but that’s a headache he’ll deal with later.

He sat down opposite to Alistair, looking at him with glassy eyes. No thoughts were really in his head. They generally had the tendency to disappear once he locked his eyes on Scotland and he still wasn’t sure whether that was a blessing, or a curse.

He watched Alistair’s hands place the teapot back onto the table, his fingers curving at the handle of his cup, holding it sternly, thumb tapping its top.

And looking at that, Francis reminded himself that he should probably take his mug. He reached out slowly, holding the porcelain in his palms, warming them against the liquid inside.

He took a sip.

Alistair followed his example, eyes closing for a moment, the way he always did when appreciating a good earl grey.

“How was your day ?” the question was gentle and Francis understood that Alistair was prompting him to a rant, the way he did when he knew that Francis was in the mood for gossiping (almost always).

He smoothed his hair behind his ear. “Horrible.” Another sip. “Today was absolutely horrible.”

Alistair answered with a low hum and Francis felt the need to continue.

“First the gas in my car was about to run out, so I pulled over to the gas station, but there was a huge line. So, when it’s my turn, I look at the hose and it says that it ‘reaches both ways’” he put the cup down and mimicked the speech-marks. “and then it didn’t! So, then I have to drive out and get to another line and that goes by pretty quickly. And when I went to the cashier, they go ‘Sir, am sorry, ye cannae pay with a card’” the imitation of the accent made Alistair choke on his tea with laughter, but Francis was too absorbed in his own story to notice. “And I don’t have any cash on me at the moment!

“I go into the car, search high and low for these damned thirty pounds and I find them. Ten minutes later!

“I finally get out of the gas station and I’m driving to the conference room and there’s a traffic jam. I stay in there for nearly half an hour!” He sips his tea again, more angrily this time.

“So, of course I arrive late and the first thing I hear this morning is a lecture from Germany about punctuality, after which your brother” Francis points an accusing finger at Alistair across the table, who puts his hands up in surrender, after which proceeds with even more poison in his voice “uses it against me, as a proof that I’m lazy and am no fit for a ‘gentleman’ like him!

“So, now I have a lot of work and a headache. Work that you are preventing me from doing!” he looks Alistair in the eyes and both of them know that it’s a joke. A playful remark. But Alistair pretends that he doesn’t. He leans forward and tries to hide his smirk as he speaks.

“Is this really what you wanna do? Paperwork?”

Francis lets out a groan at the mention and throws his head back again, hands wrapping around his cup.

He hears Alistair chuckle.

“I might have something that can make it up to you a little.”

The mention makes Francis curious and he tilts his head towards Scotland slightly. He watches him get up, hears the fridge open and is soon presented with a plastic box being set in front of him on the table.

It takes him a second to realise what he’s looking at, but it does light his day up a little when he understands what it is. Francis smiles.

“You got me a crème brûlée!”

Alistair shrugs his shoulders and nods to the side, a small smile on his own face.

“Thought you deserve a little treat.”

“Mmm, thanks” France hums out, eyes softening as he looks up at Scotland.

He gets up, circles his chair, fingers dancing on top of it lightly, after which he stands directly in front of Alistair. “There’s something that would make me feel even better though.”

There’s a played naivety in his voice and Alistair thinks that he has a pretty good idea what that ‘something’ is. But Francis gave him a role and he’ll have to carry it out.

“Oh?” he reaches out and plays with the ends of France’s blond hair. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice “And what is it?”

“Kiss me.”

And so he does.

#hetalia #scotfra week 2024 #scotfra #hws scotland #hws france #yippee!!!

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haruchuiyo · 2 years ago

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Maddening

The man you’ve missed have been gone for what felt like eternities, is finally back.

content: angst + lots of conflicted feelings + fluff + s(u)ggestive + established friendship + implied int(o)xication + inspired by the recent events of jjk + hea + gojo satoru himself

wc: 2.9k+

modern au with ceo!satoru and fem!reader

istg if this app comm(u)nity labels this oh my gosh

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At the company parking lot, you see a familiar back standing a few meters away from you. Hands in his front of pockets, fitted in a tight black shirt that enhances his back muscles and biceps and his usually well kept hair is tousled. Feeling your heart beat picking up its pace, you instantly turn and walk away, not expecting a voice you’ve grown to love speak out your name. He managed to discover you before you could walk away.

Taking a deep breath, you turn and see the man you haven’t seen for weeks which felt like centuries.

“Welcome back sir.” You managed to speak politely and flash him a polite smile as well. Gojo looked at you like he could see through your facade, hear your heartbeat racing from the distance he was at. You felt like going insane. You want to walk away and hide from this man from days to come.

“How have you been, doll?” His voice and nickname for you only adds onto your growing wanting of walking away. You give a small smile.

“I’ve been very well, now can I do anything for you?” Enough about you and more about him. That’s good enough for you.

“I’d like you to drive me home, after this meeting if it’s alright.” Gojo’s voice is so gentle and you hate it. You hate how it makes you feel, hate how your heart seems to swell and further expand in fondness for him. He looks irresistible and aggravating. You need to get away from here as soon as possible.

“Of course sir, what time do I pick you up?” You ask politely, seeming to look ahead of him and you see Gojo take a few steps towards you. Out of reflexes for your own feelings and thoughts, you took a step back and Gojo stopped walking towards you. He had a pained expression on his face and you felt guilty. You shouldn’t have taken that step back. But there’s nothing to be done about it.

“I send you a message when the meetings over.” He answers, his voice almost sad but the smile he gave you was nothing like it. Though, it seemed forced and not his usual genuine and endearing one.

“I be waiting for your message then. May I leave or do you need me for anything else, sir?” You ask, needing to get away from him as soon as possible. Just being in the same proximity as him has you wanting to be gone from that spot but also be with him, close to him.

“You may leave.”

“Thank you, sir.”

And you walked away as Gojo watches your figure disappear around the corner and his fingers twitches to hold you, to touch you. His body longs to be close to yours and his arms reaching around your smaller frame against him. He turns around in frustration and looks up at the parking lot ceiling, hating himself for clearly hurting you.

—

Standing in front of the car at the front of the entry to the company parking lot, you see Gojo appear from the automatic doors.

“Welcome back sir, did the meeting go well?” You ask as you open the door to the backseat for him. “It went well and I’d like to sit in the front today, if that’s okay.” You were stunned in silence at his words. You didn’t expect him to sit in the front with you after being gone for so long. And especially after the tense situation just hours earlier.

“Of course.” You say closing the door to the backseat and open the door to the passenger seat instead. “Thank you.” He says along with your name and you simply nod. You wouldn’t have come to work today if you knew he’d come back. That way you could prepare yourself to see him again. Should’ve realized that the headlines you saw outside about the most sought after bachelor and CEO in town, is now finally back, wasn’t a hallucination you just made up in your head. Realizing you’ve been standing for a few seconds too long, you close the passenger door and get to the drivers seat.

While sat, you turn on the engine and start driving. Usually, you’d start a conversation or Gojo would. But seems like it’s going to be different until he speaks up.

“Let’s go get something to eat.” He simply says and gives the name of a cafe you like. Your favorite and you nod your head and head towards that cafés direction.

Gojo watches your face through the entire drive and sees your tense expression. He sees your hands almost twitch at the steering wheel and he wants to comfort you. To assure you he was gone to fix a private matter, that he missed you a lot and he wants to apologize for disappearing without telling you.

“Are you upset with me?” He speaks up gently. “I want you to be honest, I know what I did wasn’t right and I want to know what you think and feel.” He adds on before you could speak and deny his question. He sees you simply look ahead, pursing your lips before letting out a low humourless chuckle.

“If you want me to be honest, yes I am upset with you.” You answer, Gojo sees tears welling up in your eyes and he wants to reach over and wipe them for you. “I’m very upset, actually. Very upset.” You emphasise on the ‘very’.

“I’m sorry.” His apology was genuine, you know it but can’t help but feel more upset over it. You had no privileges to speak like this towards your boss. “I really am sorry.”

“We have arrived sir.” You tell him as you park the car at the cafes parking lot. You exit the car and open the door for him. Before he walked away, you speak up again.

“I’m also upset that I’ve fallen in love with you, Satoru.“ The man himself feels his heart quicken at the way you used his given name, he have repeatedly told you to use it and absolutely adores it the few times you do. “I missed you a lot and I hope that despite where you’ve been, you were safe and unhurt.” You add on and Gojo takes a few steps towards you and gently grasps onto your hand. About to intertwine his hands with yours, his hands stills at your next words. You had a sad smile on your face as you look down at your hand held by Gojo. You look up and meet his eyes, eyes flickering all over his face.

“And I’ve asked for another driver to come and get you, so I’m leaving after dropping you off.” You simply say, letting go off Gojo’s hand before getting into the car and drive away, leaving the man you love standing at your favorite cafes spot alone.

Gojo watches the car get further away, with you in it. And he hates himself. He should’ve taken you with him. He would if he could. But where he had to go away to, he couldn’t take you with him. It’s no excuse to not tell you and be honest.

—

You’ve just finished taking a shower when you hear the doorbell. Quickly wrapping a towel around your body, you check the peephole to see who it is and immediately flinch back in surprise.

You didn’t expect to see Gojo outside just after your confession and you walking out on him despite him being your boss. If this was any other boss, you would’ve either gotten a warning or get fired.

You quickly lotion your body and dress into comfortable clothes before you check the peephole again and see Gojo still outside, now about to ring your doorbell again.

You take a breather before opening the door and as soon as you do, a pair of soft lips covers yours and you gasp into the kiss. Gojo pulls away and looks at you, his pupils moving in a haste as he breaths deeply while looking at you, he reaches his hands up to cup your neck and pulls you in closer. He places his forehead on top of yours and you’re shocked, not believing any of this is happening.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, you feel his breath on your mouth and you simply slightly shake your head. “You’ve apologized a lot today.” Your chuckle seemed genuine, Gojo felt happy to see your happiness for just a second.

“I don’t know what you are thinking, Satoru. Why are you here?” You grab onto the front of his black shirt and fist it in your hands.

“I love you.” He announces gently. Out of breath. “I love you too.” He adds on and you feel your eyes getting wet.

“I love you so much. I’ve been a coward, a stupid coward to not say it to you and not tell you before I disappeared. Which felt like an eternity being away from you.” You feel one of his hands almost dig into the back of your head, the other trailing down to your lower back and you lean into him. You give a slight nod to your head.

“You are mean too. A mean stupid coward.” You remark as Gojo nods, agreeing with you before you cup his face, yank his face down to yours and place your lips on top of his. “I’m so sorry, angel. So sorry.” He mumbles against your mouth and you almost whimper into the kiss.

You trail your hands up his still tousled hair and fist it, wanting him to feel how upset you are with him and he certainly feels it by how he places both of his hands on the back of your thighs and hoists you up. He pins you firmly against the wall. His grip is strong and safe. You like it here, being held by him, kissed by him and loved by him.

His lips are almost chapped, but nonetheless smooth anyway, the kiss on the other hand — your heart aches and flutters at the same time. Tears finally spring free from your eyes as your lips slide against his, gentle and unrushed. Fingers strongly holds your thighs against him, almost tightening but his kiss are still gentle and he feels soft and safe against you.

You break off the kiss to breathe and Gojo doesn’t hesitate to surge forward to kiss away your tears on your eyes, cheeks, the corner of your nose. He managed to kiss and lick the tears that almost reaches your lips, tasting salty tang of the tear drops. Then he trails down and kisses away lingering teardrops on your jaw and softly nibbles there which has you letting out soft moans as you squeeze your thighs around his hips.

Your grip on his hair tightens the lower his lips reaches, his tongue — hot and wet — slides against the skin on your pulse point, going lower to the hollow base of your neck. He places a soft chaste kiss there before burying his face in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapping around your body and he holds you closer to him as he breaths in your scent.

“I love you so much.” He mumbles against your neck and you nod your head as you now run your fingers through his soft hair. “I love you.” You tell him back as you feel him kiss your neck before breathing you in again.

—

Laying on top of him on the couch, in his arms as you look down at his face, his eyes are almost dazzling as he looks up at you, touching your cheek with his one hand, rubbing his thumb on your skin.

“I missed you, you know.” He mutters softly as he softly rubs his thumb on the corner of your lips, to your jaw and pulse point. “Almost went insane the time I was without you.” He dryly chuckles as you genuinely let out a soft giggle.

“Insane? You’re already insane now.” You tease him. “Barging into my home and kiss me like we’ve done it before.” You reach your hands up to run them through his hair, loving the soft feeling in your hands. You feel his hands reach down your spine and hold you against him by your lower back.

“We did kiss once though.” He reaches his head up to brush his lips against yours softly. You yank his head back by his hair and he almost groans in pain. “We have? When? Why didn’t you tell me?” You fire out questions at a speed that has Gojo looking at you in amusement and think how cute you look with your eyes widened, how your grip on his hair tightens and how close your face is to his. He’d rather kiss you again than talk.

“Remember that day we went out, well I took you there, to a small bar.” He begins, telling how he ordered a cake that seemed harmless since you didn’t wanna drink because you’re driving and as soon as you ate that cake, it tasted delicious so you took more bites.

“The more you ate, I started noticing how you started getting tipsy. From a cake of all things. Turns out there was a lot of alcohol in it.” He grins at you and you try to remember everything only to get vague memories of it but remember fully of how delicious the cake tasted. It’s like the alcohol wasn’t even in it.

“Your tolerance is low, can’t believe you got drunk from a cake.” He almost laughs and you swat at his chest. “That doesn’t explain how we kissed.” You pout and Gojo only grins at you. You feel his hands reach below your shirt and softly circle his fingers on your skin by your hips.

“I was taking you home since you couldn’t drive, while in the car, you reached over, grabbed my face and kissed me. Hard.” His grin only widens as you feel your entire body heat up. Your heartbeats fast and you could only stare at him before gasping.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.” He says firmly before leaning his up head to cover your mouth with his, moving his lips against yours. You trail your hands down to his neck and almost push him down against the armrest of the couch. The kiss this time was different, he devours you, kisses you like he haven’t had enough. He delves his tongue into your mouth against yours hard before sinking his teeth on your lower lip. Tugging on it before nibbling on it, his hands pushes your hips against his own harder as you mewl into the kiss.

You feel his hand settle close to your ass, his fingertips close enough to dig into the skin before he settles to grab your ass over your sweatpants and squeeze you against him. Gasping into the kiss, Gojo lets out a low rough grunt as he loses himself in your taste and kissing you like he’s telling you everything he feels, that you’re his, he’s yours, he’s sorry and he loves you.

When Gojo feels you slightly grind against him, he breaks away with a groan, a string of saliva connecting you both before dissolving. Both of you are breathing hard.

“You’re maddening.” He breathes out as he kisses you all your face, down your jaw, below your earlobe at your sensitive spot. “You’re aggravating.” You sigh out in content as you arch against his chest, slightly grinding against him again. You hear Gojo soft low grunt again as he kisses on your neck, settling lower by your shoulder and sinks his teeth. Not deep enough to hurt you but enough to show just how maddening you are to him.

“Aggravating, hm?” He mumbles out against your shoulder as he pushes you into him again by your hips, manually grinding you against him again and again. The friction only adding onto your and his heightened sensations.

“Very aggravating.” You softly mutter back, relishing in the feeling of Gojo’s nibbles on the hollow base of your neck before you feel your worlds been turned. Gojo flipped you both on the couch so he’s the one hovering over you. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you pull him in closer.

“I want more of your kisses.” You slightly pout as Gojo grins, it’s amused and proud. Seems like your words just boosted his small ego a little bit.

“You want more of my aggravating kisses, don’t you?” He teases as he brushes his lips against your jaw, the corner of your lips and finally your mouth. “Very badly.” You mumble as it’s your turn to reach your hands down to his ass and pull him in closer. Gojo gasps in surprise when he feels you squeeze him and you could only flash him a proud smile before his lips are on yours again.

“Unbelievable.” He mutters against your lips. You giggle into the kiss when he gasps again when you squeeze him once more. “This feels kind of good.” He remarks honestly and you laugh into the kiss as you hear him chuckle. He softly kisses on your lower lip, before capturing your mouth again gently. The kiss is soft this time, gentle and lingering. You feel him slightly break away to kiss your cheek as you skim your nose across his temple, you feel him leave soft gentle kisses by your pulse point and neck. You reach your hands up to fist his shirt on his back as you squeeze your thighs around his body.

“I love you, toru.” You softly whisper as you feel his mouth widen against the skin of your neck. He’s smiling. “I love you too, angel.” He retorts back gently.

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Sad girl - seven

summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, guns, violence (it is a mob au after all), Bucky’s smartass, John Walker being a dick, arguing, sexual tension, being held at gunpoint

word count: 3.2k

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She shouldn’t have trusted Steve to not say anything to James. He’s his right-hand man, from what she can tell, so, of course, he’s going to rat her out. His frustration is evident in the way he keeps flexing his hand, curling it into a fist and relaxing it. They’ve been sitting in his office for about 10 minutes now and neither of them has spoken, waiting for the other to speak up. She's assuming that Steve had texted him when they were driving back to James’ house. She should’ve just thrown her phone out of the window to avoid all of this.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why would I need to? He’s relatively harmless.”

“No one we know is harmless, Doll. You should know that and especially considering how he’s involved with your family.”

She stands up from the couch and places both hands on his desk, leaning over to try and intimidate him.

“Pepper so kindly told me what happened. Not that I care but why didn’t you tell me?”

His eyes briefly flicker to the “B” necklace that’s hidden under her blouse collar before meeting her stare.

“I assumed you either already knew or didn’t want to know. I’m sorry for not talking to you about it earlier.”

“Oh wow, the big bad James Barnes is apologizing to me. Let me get my phone so I can video this and get proof that you’re not always right.”

James grins at her remark, standing and leaning forward as well, “I never claimed to always be right but you’re right I am apologizing. Is there anything else you’d like to know?”

She tries her hardest to not shrink under his blue eyes but the intensity forces her to break away and retake her place in the chair behind her.

“Yeah, everything.”

His eyes glint satisfaction as she backs down to him so easily.

“Your father was getting his vibranium from the Wakandans but Namor came to him, offering to cut the costs in exchange for protection as they expand into New York,” he starts to explain, sitting back into his own chair, “Walker has been trying to insert himself as a middle man for a while with your father, hence why he tried to start a relationship with you. He thought if he could get in good with daddy’s little girl, Stark would start using him but he didn’t expect you to be so you. His plan failed with you but Pepper convinced Anthony to use him anyways and that’s how he started communications between Namor and Stark Industries. The only problem is that going to the competition was going to piss off the Wakandans and they weren’t supposed to find out until after it was all done. Someone leaked the switch to them and Stark came running to Steve and me. In exchange for Steve’s men, Stark added him to the Talokan deal so Steve could have things made for his men. We were in negotiations about what else he was going to give me but Pepper suggested that a permanent alliance would serve us both better. I wasn’t expecting her to arrange a marriage but there wasn’t enough time to try and figure something else out so I agreed. I figured that I would be able to find something else and that’s what the meeting you interrupted was about. Anthony wouldn’t budge so here we are.”

“Wow so you got fucked over and I got used,” it’s her turn to laugh.

“I wasn’t fucked over but you definitely were used by that dick head. I would say I came out on top with my end of the deal. I’ve heard stories about you and seen glimpses of that famous Stark attitude so I was ready for the challenge.”

“Ouch. Girls typically don’t like being called challenges,” she feigns hurt, placing a hand over her heart.

“Would you rather I call you an inconvenience?”

“Jesus no. You really know how to make a girl feel special,” crossing her left leg over her right, she shifts in her seat.

“I aim for completely fucked out but I’ll take special,” he casually adds, eyes raking over her legs as he pulls out his phone. By now any annoyance had left his body and he tells himself that’s not all because she is close by. Admitting that she is the reason for calming down means one thing and she’s made it very clear that she does not want that.

“I have to go to Washington D.C on business later this week. It should only take a few days so I should be back by Saturday. The wedding planner Nat found wants to meet Monday at 12 to go over the basics.”

She can’t stop shifting in her seat, thighs rubbing together every time she moves to find a semi-comfortable spot. At this point, she’s barely listening to what he has to say since he so causally mentioned a girl being fucked out is his primary goal in life. Internally her brain is telling her to sit still and get out as fast as she can but other thoughts are flooding her mind from between her legs.

“Are you alright?” pretend concern laces his voice at her fidgety state.

“What? Oh yeah I’m fine,” she fails to lie and it’s clear he knows she’s lying by the way his lips turn up in that stupid smirk.

“You sure? Something seems like it’s bothering you,” he pushes, hoping she’ll crack a little more.

“It’s nothing,” she snaps, “why are you going to Washington?” “So full of ‘why’s today. Might have to teach you how to sit and listen without any questions.”

“I wouldn’t be such a challenge then, would I? You’d lose interest if I didn’t push your buttons.”

The smirk breaks out in full force, “Maybe I want a good little housewife who obeys and doesn’t question me. I could get used to seeing you, so stubborn and spiteful, kneeling before me with wide eyes.”

His brave words spur something inside of her. If he wants to mess with her, two can play this game and right now she feels like inflicting a bit of her own torture on him.

“We both know you don’t want that. If you did, we wouldn’t be here and you’d be off fucking some socialite girl who spends all of daddy’s money. You like the challenge. You want someone to put you in your place,” the sight of him licking his lips only pushes her to keep going on.

“You’re a powerful man, you’re more than capable of getting what you want so there’s no way you just let this all happen. You want me and it’s getting to you that I won’t let you have me. I can only imagine how frustrating it must be to always get your way and now you’re being denied.”

The tension has shifted in the air and if anyone were to step foot into the room, they’d be wise to immediately exit. Both of them are trying to gain dominance and prove that they make the other break. James has reclined back into his chair, legs spread because what else says “I am the boss here” than manspreading? Doll has kept her legs crossed and her hands on her knee to show she isn’t bothered by any of this but really it’s because there’s a deep ache that is starting to crack her façade.

“Has it occurred to you that I’m letting you act this way? You said it yourself, I get what I want. If I wanted, I would’ve had you that first night.”

“Radial idea: you’re not in control here. I am. I set the pace. I make the rules. I decide what happens. If I want you to beg for me, I’ll have you on your knees with tears in your eyes, begging for me to finally do something. If anything is going to happen, it’ll be on my terms, Bucky. You might be the man and the big boss that everyone fears but I’m the one who calls the shots,” her voice barely wavers no matter how fast her heart is beating against her chest. She’s thanking the gods that she’s not standing because she would’ve fallen right into his lap.

“Prove it,” the challenge causes another wave of downright filthy thoughts to flood her brain and flush her body.

“Answer my question first; why are you going to Washington?” “Do you know what I do for work?” his hand comes up to rub his jaw, fingers scraping over the stubble that has grown over the last few weeks.

He doesn’t wait for her answer, “When people can’t get their hands dirty, they call Steve. Sometimes it’s extracting information or an asset, other times it’s not as nice and that’s where I come in. Since I handle the more sensitive side of things, it attracts some high-profile clients and that often means a business trip to Washington D.C.”

“So you’re a mercenary.”

“Freelance contractor is my official job title.”

“Good to know you’re in bed with the government. At least let me know when you decide to fuck a senator so I can sleep somewhere else.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise but quickly fade back into his smirk, “Already thinking about us sharing a bed?”

“No, I figured you slept in a coffin at night because you’re a soul-sucking vampire who’s only after money.”

His deep laughter fills the room and warms her cheeks among other body parts, “I’d bring in a bed to properly fuck you.”

“Look at who’s already thinking about us sleeping together and bold of you to assume you’d be doing the fucking,” rivaling his crass words is the only option at this point to maintain her dominance.

“Oh please tell me how you plan on doing that.”

“You’ll have to wait for that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have paperwork to file since you so rudely demanded I meet you in your office when I first got here,” uncrossing her legs and standing up, she’s praying to god her legs will keep her upright and that the horny bastard between her legs will chill out.

“Can’t wait, Doll.”

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“Motherfucker,” whispering to herself as her body refuses to relax after her meeting with James. Two hours later and she’s still staring at the same patient intake form. At this point, she won’t be able to get any work done and her mind can only come up with one way to release that thought.

“No, no, no, no, nope. Not gonna happen,” she mutters before slamming her computer short and sitting back against her desk chair.

She looks around the room for a second idea and her eyes land on the book she hasn’t touched since she moved in. Chloe Gong’s ‘These Violent Delights’, a book she had been excited to read, seems a little too on the nose with her current situation. Anthony always teased her about her book choices, claiming that she read too many ‘kid’ stories when she should be reading the classics and educational books. Her mom, on the other hand, had encouraged her to keep reading whatever she wanted and would happily buy whatever she wanted. That was the one thing she missed the most about her mom; the unconditional love and support. Her childhood hadn’t been the easiest, her mom repeatedly getting sober and then relapsing. She couldn’t blame the woman though considering the man Anthony was even if he wasn’t there for the first couple of years.

Her mom rarely talked about what happened between her and Anthony but it was implied that she got knocked after a one-night stand, tried to run, bad people found her, and her dad didn’t exactly spring into action to help aside from suggesting a terrible name. Her mom had done what she could to make sure Doll was not involved in Anthony’s world at all. She didn’t even know that her dad was Anthony Stark until she was 10 and her mom dragged her to his Manhattan Apartment, begging him to take her. Pepper was the one to answer the door and agree, forming the initial impression that she was going to be an ally to Doll. She had been until she turned 15 and Anthony started paying more attention to her because of her excellent grades.

“The prodigal daughter has returned,” is what he had told her after vowing to always protect her. Laughable now considering how he gave her up so easily and didn’t bother to return her texts in a timely fashion.

Speaking of the devil, her phone alerts her to a new text that reads,

“Walker claims he hasn’t talked to you since the fundraiser. Must be someone else. Have James look into it.”

Completely destroying her phone is starting to seem like a good idea. Alas, she cannot because she’d have to set up a new phone and the whole process is just not one that she wants to deal with. Her mind is still preoccupied with the life or death decision of to booty call James and suffer his endless teasing or take one cold ass shower and hoping the cold restarts her system.

The sound of men talking and the car door closing decides for her; cold shower it is.

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James had left about two days ago with a wink and an overdramatic ‘Goodbye Doll. Behave’ while Natasha rolled her eyes as they drove away. In their absence, Steve became her surrogate fiancé, either following her or sending other men out with her. On the days when Steve didn’t tail her like a stalker, she felt relief not suffocated but also upset from not having a certain soul-sucking vampire close by even through his friend.

Today a large blonde with long hair and his lanky black-haired counterpart, Thor and Loki if she remembered correctly, was assigned to her. Neither man has said anything to her or even looked at her so it was more like two shadows hiding in the lobby of her office. They had tried to do a security sweep but she stopped them to remind them that it was the Stark Tower after all and there were men stationed everywhere.

Leaving the two, she gets her keys out to open her office and instantly feels another presence in the room with her. A part of her is saying to scream out for Thor and Loki but the other part knows who has broken in. As she closes the door, her suspicions are confirmed when she spots John Walker sitting on her therapy couch, lounging like he owns the place.

“What do you want?” she hisses.

“For you to answer my messages.”

“Get out,” her fingers itch to grab the gun she normally keeps tucked close to her ribs but she solemnly remembers she decided against it this morning.

“After you explain something to me,” metal flashes and he’s whipped out his own gun.

“Sit”, he orders, pointing with the gun to the chair she usually sits at during appointments.

“Don’t even think about grabbing yours, sweetheart. I’m much faster than you. Now explain to me why you haven’t been answering your phone.”

Silence will only get her so far in this situation but she decides to try her luck anyway.

“Silent treatment, how mature?” his patience is starting to grow thin.

“I don’t think it was very nice of you to block me either. I had to get a new number and that was really inconvenient for me.”

She only nods her head, mouth in a straight line and jaw clenched.

“And you know how I don’t like to be inconvenienced.”

Again she nods.

“Did your little boyfriend have anything to do with it?” No response.

Suddenly he is up and over the top of her, forcing her back in the chair, “I was surprised when I heard you were engaged to him. He’s got quite a few years on you, not sure if he can keep up you. Or do you fake it and pretend to enjoy so you don’t hurt his feelings? I’m sure he would love to hear how much of a dirty slut you really are.”

“Oh please. You should be more concerned about the fact I faked it with you to get the fuck out. Your precious little ego can’t handle rejection and now you’re doing everything you can to fix it,” she can’t help but laugh at his failed attempt to scare her.

“Would you like to try that again?” she can feel the cold metal against her neck.

“Do you want me to spell it out for you? You’re terrible in bed so, I faked my orgasms so you’d get off and I could leave to find someone who would actually do the job. You are the epitome of toxic masculinity. Drop it and leave me alone. This is the last time I’m going to tell you.”

“Or what?” he shoves the gun into her neck harder, finger tensing on the trigger. She can barely see the revolver cylinder and nearly laughs at the game he wants to play.

“I haven’t decided yet but I’m sure my fiancé would have some ideas once he sees the barrel marks on my neck,” he pulls the trigger and her eyes squeeze at the sound of it clicking to the next chamber.

“Say stupid shit again and I can’t promise that the next chamber will be empty.”

Never one to follow instructions, she spits in his face. He flinches, dragging a hand over his face with a menacing look in his eye. He squeezes the trigger again and it clicks again.

“You’ve only have 4 more tries, think about your next move carefully.”

“Your dick is small.”

“3 more. Do you really want to keep going?”

Shrugging her shoulders the best she can, “I don’t think you have it in you to shoot me.”

This time he pulls the trigger twice, both times clicking to show that her sixth chance will have been her final one.

“Start answering my messages and I won’t have to come and visit you at work, sweetheart,” he stands and leaves the office without another word. The alarmed voices of the men outside invade her office and in seconds Thor and Loki come barging in. Thor is the one to check her over for any injuries while Loki speaks in a hushed voice on the phone, more than likely calling Steve.

Loki motions to Thor to join him on the other side of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts and an aching neck. The shock starts to sit in and her body betrays her, going cold and trembling. She can’t hear whatever the men are saying but she can only assume that Steve will be there in moments and will no doubt be furious.

What feels like seconds later, Steve is storming through the door, barking orders, and crouching down to her eye level.

��Hey, we’ve got to get you out of here and somewhere safe. Let’s go,” he grabs her hand, pulling her out of the chair to usher her out of the office. She allows him to tuck her into his side, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders as he leads her through the building. The entirety of Stark Tower has gone into full alert mode, all personnel are on the hunt for John. They pass by everyone without a word and exit the building of chaos behind them. In the haze of shock, she barely registers that Steve has gotten her inside the SUV or that he’s been on the phone, trying to calm down whoever is on the other line.

The last thing she remembers is the surprised look on Steve’s face as she slumps forward and faints.

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year ago

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Young American - Part 22**^

Ahhh, it's been a long while since I have posted for this series! I lost a bit of interest and got a little discouraged, but we're back! This will be the second to last chapter of this series!

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Warnings: everything about pregnancy, hand job, graphic descriptions of birth, mentions of being estranged from family, loving/gentle breast groping, arguing, mentions of abusive exes, accusations of infidelity, lying/sneaking around

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…. APRIL …

Y/N was 28 weeks along now and Harry hadn’t failed to let her know that the baby was in fact the size of a large aubergine and well, she couldn’t really help the horrified expression on her face as she visualized what the size of a large eggplant actually was. She still had a couple months to go, so she couldn’t even imagine how big the baby actually got. She couldn’t help but feel awful about the baby still having plenty to grow. She had been thinking about how quickly she’d wait to give their son a sibling, but now she was a bit hesitant about it. Despite her nerves, she finished getting ready for their little baby shower/house warming party with family and friends.

Apart from this being the baby shower/house warming party, today was also going to be special because they intended on sharing with Harry’s family that they were indeed going to be naming the baby after Harry’s grandfather. They wanted to do that as privately as possible because they knew it would be something emotional for them. So after their other guests left after their brunch, they would have a dinner with everyone that had been able to make it from his family. Julie had also arrived a few days earlier and well, there was a small surprise in this for her too.

Y/N was having a nice time getting to know more of Harry’s family and friends and of course, bonding even more with the people she’d already met previously. Seeing Harry with his friends was really nice, she hadn’t really gotten to know them yet because she’d been setting up their house and well, she couldn’t drive in England yet (the one time Harry had taken her out for a spin to practice and told her to go right she ended up in the wrong lane and a delivery truck was coming and she panicked and almost crashed into a fence), but also she didn’t just want to drop by the shop randomly when he was working such long sessions, so she’d been alone a lot with Hillary and they’d grown quite close. She felt that spending all this time with her was healing the grief she felt for her own grandmother. Hillary was a lot more talkative and more of a riot than her grandmother had been, she was also a lot more receptive and openminded about a lot of things. Hillary had even expressed to Y/N her interest in getting a tattoo for Charlie, the way he had done for her, and this had Y/N crying over how cute she was. And now that Julie was here she was sure she’d have more company, especially as she got closer and closer to her due date.

“Hey love, you’re out of napkins.” One of Harry’s co-workers came up to her as she preoccupied herself with picking up some of the empty aluminum trays they had on the food table.

“Oh, thanks for telling me! I’ll go grab some.” She smiled and hurried into the house, well hurried as much as she could with a large eggplant-sized baby in her tummy. She set the empty trays down and then opened up a new packet of the napkins to take out. She was just about to head back out when Alyssa came in with a sour look on her face.

“Hey Y/N, sorry to bug you, but have you got any sparkling water?” She asked and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, of course.” She said and turned to the fridge, “Are you alright?” She asked as she looked inside.

“I suddenly got very queasy.” Alyssa explained and Y/N frowned.

“Ugh, was it the food? I told H we should’ve just left the eggs and sausages inside, it’s a bit warm out.” She explained, “We’ve got lemon and blackberry flavors.”

“Lemon, please.” She said, “But, no the food was alright. I don’t see anyone else having issues.” She said with a smile as Y/N handed her the cold bottle.

“Could you perhaps be…pregnant?” She asked as Alyssa opened up the bottle and upon hearing that she sighed and looked up into her eyes apologetically.

“Ummm, yeah actually, I am.” She confirmed nervously and Y/N’s smile grew wide.

“Oh my god! Congrats! When did you find out?!” She asked happily and Alyssa seemed relieved at her reaction.

“Just a few days ago. I’m about 10 weeks along.” She said with a bright smile and Y/N cooed, “We haven’t told anyone though! We’ve been trying to keep it under wraps a bit since it’s your baby shower week and we didn’t want to steal your thunder with an announcement yet-”

“Oh my god, no! Don’t even worry about that.” Y/N giggled happily, “If you want to share it tonight at dinner with everyone please do! We’ve got some news of our own to share so it’ll be nice to share this with your family while they’re all here.” Y/N assured.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course! This is great news, Aly.” Y/N insisted.

“Oh, thank you so much. I’ve been trying so hard not to talk about it.” She confessed through a laugh and Y/N shook her head as she giggled.

“Oh no, this is such big news! But I promise, it’s not a problem with me and I’m sure Harry won’t mind either.” She assured her and she thanked her again, feeling relieved.

“I’ll let Nathan know, he’s been shooting me tortured looks all morning just from looking at the baby stuff.” She said and Y/N pouted.

“Awww, poor guy. He must be so excited.”

“Yeah, he’s over the moon.” She said with a happy smile, “What’s your news? You’re not having twins are you?” She asked and Y/N’s eyes widened and she shook her head quickly.

“Good God, no!” She laughed and Alyssa burst into laughter as well at her response, “Harry’s got this thing where each week he’ll tell me the size of the baby and like it’s so sweet, he gets really excited about it. But this morning he let me know that baby is the size of a large aubergine and I started to panic.” She confessed and Alyssa looked concerned.

“Isn’t that like birthing size already?” She asked in shock.

“Right?! Like if he’s already that big and I’ve still got 12 freaking weeks to go… I don’t even want to know how big the baby will get after today!” She giggled and Alyssa nodded as well.

“Oh god… well, for selfish reasons I’m really glad we’re pregnant at the same time so that I have someone to gripe about this with.” She said and Y/N nodded through a smile.

“Oh definitely! Also, since my aunt Julie had cancer for several years I’ve got tons of natural remedies to help with nauseas and other weird symptoms you might have if you ever need it. Never in my life have I been more grateful for having to look after her and look into all of this stuff because it’s really helped with the pregnancy.”

“Oh I can imagine… is she alright now, your aunt?”

“Yeah, she’s in remission now.” Y/N smiled as she confirmed that and Alyssa looked relieved.

“That’s really great. I’m happy to hear it.”

“Thank you.” Y/N smiled, “Ummm, but our news is just sharing what we’ve decided to name the baby.” She disclosed softly.

“Oh, what’s it gonna be?” Alyssa asked with curious and excited eyes.

“Ummm, we’re naming him after your grandfather, Charlie, well Charles.” She said and Alyssa’s eyes softened at the news.

“Really?” She asked softly, trying to keep her voice down.

“Yeah. Harry has always talked about him to me and I know they were so close.” she said and Alyssa nodded, “And well, I’ve gotten rather close to your grandmother over the last few months being here and it just seemed like the best thing.” She said with a smile.

“Oh, everyone’s gonna love it! I know Gemma really wanted to name Archie that, but she let Skye pick the first name and she got the middle name and decided to give him Marc after their dad. She’s still a bit annoyed at Skye for naming their son Archibald but…what can we do now?” She giggled and Y/N laughed softly.

“Right…I mean he can always change it when he’s older if he hates it!”

“That’s true…” Alyssa laughed softly. “Look, I know you’re probably sick and tired of hearing the same thing from everyone, but really thank you so much for being patient with Harry and giving him a chance.” She said, “He’s literally the best person I’ve ever known and for a long time we all thought that he would just wither away. Like…we missed him, but it was also good to not have to see him the way he was. And we had also accepted that he would probably never come back from America…” she said and Y/N frowned, “It was really bad, Y/N. The person he is right now, that person didn’t exist for years.” She explained, “I think that’s why we all love you so much, he’s got his spark back.” She explained.

“Yeah, but he’s worked hard on himself too. I’ve believed in him all this time and stayed by his side, but I can’t take credit for the person he’s always been, that’s all him.” She said to Alyssa, “He also helped me a lot, so I think we just…found each other at the right time.”

“Well, whatever it was, we’re just all really grateful for you and we wish you both all the best. S’one of the reasons why we decided to hold off on the news of our baby because H deserves to be celebrated and to have his time, especially when he’s finally living a life with everything he’s ever wanted.”

“Well, I do appreciate your consideration with that, but I promise you he’ll be really excited for you as well.”

“I’m hoping for a boy, so that would work out really well with your baby!” She smiled, “If they’re close in age they’ll be like each other’s siblings. Don’t know if I’ll want to do this again after hearing the aubergine thing.” She confessed and Y/N laughed.

“That was my exact thought this morning!” She admitted.

She had fluttered back outside shortly after her chat with Aly, she was playing hostess and Harry had been really sweet, encouraging her to just sit down and relax, but she just wanted to make sure everything was going perfectly. They did a little gift opening thing and they thanked everyone for showing up and soon they were starting to clean up. She was quite exhausted if she were to be honest and her back was aching something awful from all the walking around. She had just leaned against the wall for a second to let the ache subside but soon she felt Harry behind her as he hugged her and smushed his cheek to her head.

“Baby, please take a break. You’ve been fluttering around all morning!” He said and she sighed.

“Of course, I’ve been hosting! And I didn’t want to keep interrupting you with your friends and family.” She said and he tutted.

“Yeah, but you should’ve, it’s our party, love. You can’t do it all, you’ve gotta take it easy, you can say you’re fine but you look exhausted. I appreciate you wanting to give me time with my family and friends, but not at your expense, my love.” He reprimanded her very gently and she sighed.

“I am pretty winded.” She admitted through a smile and he sighed and shook his head, “But I don’t get to do anything all day so I’m also taking advantage, OK?”

“Sure thing.” He said softly before kissing her cheek. He straightened her out a bit and she winced, “What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” He was quickly before her and assessing any visible part of her.

“Nothing, s’just our giant eggplant-sized baby is a little heavy.” She said, “Kinda hurts to stand up straight.”

“Babe.” He frowned, “let me get you upstairs so you can lie down for a bit-”

“Harry, it’s fine.” Y/N giggled, “It’s just a bit sore. Comes with the territory.”

“Yeah, because you’ve been doing too much. They can handle cleaning up-”

“But that’s not fair-“

“They understand, babe. C’mon, let’s go.” He insisted and started guiding her to the staircase, “I’m gonna pick you up-”

“Don’t you dare!” She laughed as they reached the bottom of the stairs, “If you misstep the three of us will get really hurt.” She reminded with caution in her eyes.

“You’re right…let’s go slow then.”

“I’d rather get up there faster than take five minutes to get up there.” She said and he sighed.

“You’re being stubborn.”

“Harry, I know my limits. It’s fine.” She assured him and he sighed.

“Fine. Up you go.” He said starting to walk her up with a hand at her lower back. The warmth from his hand there was helping a bit and when they finally made it into their bedroom he helped her lay down and even put one of the throw pillows under her legs to even out her spine. She was still really tense as she was slightly struggling to just relax, she knew it would ache when she relaxed, but she finally just surrendered to it and she winced as all of her weight just rested onto the bed and her body took several moments to adjust. “Should I get the hot water bottle or give you a little back rub?” He asked her and she hummed with her eyes still squeezed shut.

“A little back rub sounds nice.” She said and he smiled.

“OK. Let me just let everyone know we’re up here.” He said and she hummed and he hurried out. She did kind of hate this, she knew it would only get worse from here on out. Maybe she should relocate to the guest bedroom downstairs and also buy herself one of those maternity pillows. She was starting to regret telling Harry it was a stupid purchase, but it was just so expensive for no reason at all. Harry was only gone a couple of minutes before he came back and settled into their bed beside her and rubbed at her lower back with his warm hands.

“Thank you, baby.” She hummed tiredly.

“Of course, my love.” He whispered and then a silence fell between them for a moment, “Can I tell you a secret?” He asked.

“Of course. Always! I love secrets!” She grinned and he chuckled.

“Nathan accidentally let it slip to me that Aly’s pregnant.” He said and she smiled.

“Oh my god, I know! 10 weeks! She told me earlier.” Y/N beamed.

“Really? He said she was trying to keep it a secret for a bit more.”

“Yeah, but she was nauseous and we got to talking and she just came out with it.” Y/N said, “I told her to announce it while a good chunk of the family is here.”

“I told Nathan the same thing. He was gonna talk to her.” He said and she giggled.

“Love that we thought the same thing. I think it’ll just be another little thing to make this day special. She’s so sweet, didn’t want to take the attention off of our day, but I assured her it was perfectly fine. It’s wonderful news.” She said and Harry hummed in agreement.

“I love you so much, you know that?”

“Mhmmm, you tell me every day.”

“And if I ever forget to, you have my permission to put me back in line.” He joked and she giggled.

“You know, even if you don’t say it I still feel it. Like it’s in the way you look at me or talk to me…I don’t think I’ve ever felt like you’ve not shown it to me before.”

“That makes me happy.” He said, “I feel it too.” He added in and she smiled.

“Good. I told Aly about our announcement too. She was really happy about that. I’m really happy she’s also having a baby, we’ll have plenty of things to talk about and bond over. And you know, I was thinking that if Aly has a little boy too then maybe we can just have the one, you know?”

“Just one?!” He asked with a chuckle and she giggled.

“Baby, as much as this has been such a special experience, I don’t know if I’d want to do this again. It’s been…lovely but also…like having a baby can’t be a fun thing.” She confessed and he chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s probably true.” He hummed, “And really it’s whatever you want, I’d make fifteen babies with you if you wanted them!” He said and she squeaked out a sound that made him laugh, “But if one’s enough for you, then that’s fine with me too. S’not like I’m doing any of the heavy lifting.” He said as he stroked over her belly with his other hand.

“Thank you for understanding. But like I said, if Aly ends up having a little girl we can try for another one and hope for a little brother for baby Charlie.” She said and he smiled and she gasped as she was suddenly on her back and Harry kissed her deeply.

“Yeah… but we’d have to have them quickly.” He said and she giggled.

“How quickly?”

“If we can have them share a nursery that’d be ideal. Like 11 to 14 months apart would be good.” He said and she laughed.

“Not even gonna give me a break…” she sighed and he chuckled and then Y/N winced again, “Ow…fuck…” she whined.

“S’the matter?”

“This child is kicking around and got lodged up on my side.” She winced and rubbed over her side for a bit until the baby repositioned itself.

“S’kinda gross if you think about it…he’s just hanging out in there, swimming around…”

“Yeah, it really is.” She giggled along with him.

“OK, m’gonna shut up now and let you have a nap.” He said and she giggled as he helped get her back onto her side and he continued rubbing her lower back until she had fallen asleep.

“Hi darling, dinner’s going to be ready and served in about 15 minutes.” Y/N heard Anne’s voice gently rousing her.

“Oh god, what time is it?” She asked groggily.

“S’ about 6:30.”

“Oh great, not gonna sleep tonight.” She said with a tired huff and Anne chuckled, “I think you’ll be alright, the more and more the baby grows the more exhausted you’ll be.” She assured. “Do you need me to pull you up?” She asked.

“Please.” Y/N said and Anne smiled as she helped her sit up. “I’m just gonna freshen up really quick.”

“Do you want me to wait and help you get down the stairs?”

“It’s alright, I can still manage.” Y/N assured and Anne nodded and headed out of their bedroom. Of course, Y/N’s mascara had smudged at her lower lash lines and her made up skin had gotten a bit oily and splotchy, so she started to clean that up and once she finished she realized that she had a stain on her shirt and headed into her and Harry’s closet to grab another top. She had just thrown hers into the hamper when Harry came into the closet.

“There you are.” He said and she smiled.

“Yeah, sorry just changing my top, had food dripped on mine.” She explained as she looked through her hangers to find something else.

Harry just took her in for a moment because she was absolutely gorgeous. Her body was a definitely a masterpiece before she was pregnant and he was so excited to get that version of her back so that he could do all of the wild things he’d been dying to do to her but couldn’t because of her current, fragile state. But seeing her like this, glowing and pregnant with his baby no less…it only made him marvel at her and love her more, but it also did things to him that he’d never felt before. In a way, it fed his ego, knowing that he did that to her. He was responsible for her and their baby, it swelled him with pride and with a ferocious and completely unconditional need for her. He felt a bit misogynistic for it sometimes, but how could he not find her so fucking sexy when she was literally carrying the most perfect product of their love for each other? He knew it wasn’t her sole purpose, but her body had literally been built to withstand all of it and then some! It just left him in complete awe of her every time he thought of it.

“What?” She asked upon feeling his intense stare and he blinked a few times as he smiled.

“You look incredible.” His voice was so gentle and sincere as he complimented her and she smiled bashfully. She loved when he’d do this because she didn’t feel incredible a lot of the time now. She felt big and slow and tired. “So fucking perfect.” He said as he stepped closer to her and grabbed her face gently but kissed her hungrily. Y/N felt her entire body tingle at his sudden romantic gesture. Harry’s tongue pushed into her mouth as he brought his hands to her bottom, groping her as he pushed her closer to him. He was so fucking hard and she sighed breathily as she got her hand in between them to rub him through his jeans. Moments later she brought her other hand over to start undoing his button and fly. “Mmmwhat…what’re you doing?” He whispered.

“Need to make you come.” She said and he moaned softly as she reached into his briefs to pull his cock out.

“Shit, baby they’re gonna be waiting for us-”

“Not if you come quickly.” She said and he chuckled breathily as she started stroking his cock between their bodies. “Fuck, you’re already so fucking hard for me.” She panted breathily.

“Yeah, you get me so worked up, baby.” He grinned down at her and she smiled and tiptoed to kiss him quickly before nuzzling her nose to his. Harry moaned as he watched her slip her hand down the front of her leggings and she rubbed her fingers back and forth a few times before she drew them back out and wrapped them around his cock again, all slick and warm with her own arousal and he sighed at the smooth glide of her strokes now that his cock was lubricated with her arousal.

“S’this OK?” She whispered.

“A little faster, my love…shit, just like that.” He sighed in relief as she set a new pace and he leaned further into her, gasping as she gently squeezed around the head, “Fuck, baby…fuck!” He groaned lowly and soon she started gliding up and down his shaft again with a tighter fist and his abs started to clench and his fingers dug into her ass hard.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” She asked softly and he nodded with his eyes squeezed shut, “Good boy, wanna see you shoot out a nice, big load for me.” She encouraged him and he moaned again.

“Fuck babygirl, I’ll give you so much fucking cum. Just keep going like that I’m so fucking close.” He grunted as quietly as possible as he started to thrust into her fist as well. Every time he’d buck up his tip would collide with the bottom of her belly and he looked forward to the short moment of friction before he’d pull back and do it again. It was the steady flicker of pleasure that was building him up at a rapid pace. He started going a bit harder and he started to lose his mind.

“Y/N, Harry? Are two still in here?” They heard Anne calling them and Harry bit his lip to keep his noises in and Y/N grinned up at him and squeezed tighter around his cock and his eyes rolled back as his head dropped back and accidentally knocked loudly into one of the thin panels of a cabinet in their closet.

“He’s jus helping me get changed!” Y/N called out and Harry started to tremble.

“Oh fuck…Oh fuck…” he panted quietly and she smirked.

“Shhhh…shhhhh!” She warned through a quiet giggle.

“Alright, we’re all ready down there.” Anna announced.

“OK, thank you!” Y/N called and just then Harry let out a groan and her hand flew up to cover his mouth as he moaned into it. She could feel his warm cum shooting out against her belly and down her fist as she started to ease up on her strokes, he followed her speed with his hips as he started to get worked up even more. She remove her hand from his mouth as his orgasm had passed but he sighed.

“Fuck, I wanna be inside you.” He said as he continued thrusting into her fist slowly, “Can’t wait ’til we have the house to ourselves.” He said and she smirked up at him and then kissed the underside of his jaw. He sighed as they finally stopped and he pulled her hand up and licked his cum off of it before dipping down to kiss her. Y/N immediately opened her mouth as he smeared his cum-slicked tongue into hers, both of them moaned at his taste and then they pulled away quickly before they got further carried away.

“Love you.”

“Love you.” He smiled. He then hurried to the hamper and grabbed her t-shirt from earlier to wipe his sperm from her tummy. She was quick to get a tank top on and then Harry helped her get into one of his cardigans before they headed down stairs. Dinner was delicious and they were all chattering away, Aly made sure that they were sure about letting her announce her pregnancy and Y/N reassured her about it once again. So after everyone seemed to have finished eating Harry smiled at Y/N before he stood up, instantly commanding everyone’s attention.

“Y/N and I just really want to thank you all for showering us with so much love and support today. Well every day actually since we’ve moved back. I think it’s so incredible how we always show up for each other with so much love and patience and kindness. And uh, moments like this are sometimes a bit bittersweet because…well, dad’s not here, nor is grandad. But I think that we’re honoring them and their fierce sense of responsibility to their family by being here for each other. And ummm…we want to keep their legacies alive and well as you know, the baby is coming in a few short months and so we’ve been busy with everything that has to do with that. And well, Y/N and I recently made an important decision about the baby and we wanted to share that with you all while we have you here.” He said and smiled down at her in her seat and she nodded, urging him to go on. Everyone was looking on with anticipation.

“Ummm, we want to share with you all what we’ve decided to name our son.” He said and everyone gasped in excitement or cooed in endearment, “So ummm, his name is Charles Julian,” he said glancing to Julie who chuckled as her eyes brimmed with tears, “Styles.” His family all cooed as he smiled at Y/N and then at everyone else as they cheered at the news. Hillary was crying tears of joy as Anne hugged her mother and then he and Y/N went over to her for a moment to just hug her, “Alright, that was it. Now ummm, we’re gonna turn it over to Nathan and Aly.” He grinned and everyone gasped as he said this and they stood up with big smiles.

“We’re gonna have a baby!” Aly announced with no hesitation and the biggest smile as Nathan held up a photo of the first sonogram. Everyone started cheering some more and Aly’s parents went over and congratulated them and for the rest of the evening everyone was just smiling from ear to ear.

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It had been a few days since the party and Y/N was still having issues with her back. She had evidently outdone herself and now couldn’t sleep from the ache that just didn’t allow her to get comfortable despite the muscle relaxant gel Harry had so kindly rubbed into her lower back before bed. She was so quiet as she got out of bed and slipped her cold feet into her fuzzy slippers as she headed downstairs slowly, her phone’s flashlight lighting her way down. She had a very particular craving and thankfully, Julie had smuggled in the goods; several bags of Y/N’s beloved and most missed snack, Flamin’ Hot Cheetos. Sure they, were available for order in some shops around London but they were outrageously overpriced as they were a delicacy in these parts. She had them hidden somewhere Harry never looked because he would give her so much shit for it, but right now that’s all she wanted.

She wanted the deliciously spicy (but definitely unhealthy) flavored powder tickling her tastebuds once again. Her mouth literally watered as she carefully hoisted herself up onto the step stool they had placed in there to help her reach the higher cabinets when he was gone and she pulled out one of their empty kitchen appliance boxes and she retrieved one of the snack-sized baggies from inside because even she knew that overindulging wasn’t a good move. As soon as she pried the bag open she inhaled the spicy scent of the chips and hummed happily as she leaned against the counter as she started to eat the chips. She was taking it slow, savoring each and every one. All was right with the world until Harry walked in with slightly squinted eyes and then he shook his head as she completely froze right before she tossed another Cheeto into her mouth. His lips turned up in a smirk as he came closer and bit it out of her fingers.

“Really?” He asked through his chewing and she smiled.

“Oh hush, I’ve been so good.” She said to him and he hummed and went in for another one, “Nuh-uh! Get your own.” She said and he smiled at her, “These are for the baby.” She hummed as she reached into the little bag and he scoffed.

“That’s not gonna hold up tonight.” He said as he snatched the bag from her and grabbed a few Cheetos before plopping them into his own mouth. She scowled at him as he munched away at them happily, “I genuinely miss these.” He admitted.

“How do you think I feel? These were like a whole food group for me!”

“Yeah, I know…” he chuckled.

“When I was younger I would eat them with nacho cheese-”

“That sounds like a stomach ache.”

“Oh, for sure! But it’s well worth it.” She assured and he sniggered quietly. “Are you gonna be one of those psycho granola parents because if you are, I’m telling you right now, I will sneak our child the goods behind your back.” She warned and he scoffed.

“That’s fucked up.”

“What’s fucked up is depriving your child of the joy of sweets and junk. Like obviously, s’not gonna be his primary diet, but every now and again we can have junk foods and candies and stuff, not just on special occasions. Like I think it’s smart to feed them mostly healthy food until they start socializing with other kids. My mom tried to be one of those organic, no chemicals moms and as soon as I got to pre-K they would feed us fruit snacks and give us juice boxes and cupcakes for other kids’ birthdays…I would overdo it and be all cracked out on sugar and eventually learned to stash my halloween candy so that I could ration it out for a rainy day.” She recalled and he chuckled.

“Yeah, I definitely don’t want anything like that. But I do think we should set good examples for our son, most importantly showing them balance. That’s all it is for me, just a good balance of each thing.” He assured.

“Why don’t you let me have balance then?” She pouted and he chuckled.

“Oh shut it!” he squinted his eyes at her unfathomable gall, “I know my gran sneaks you Jaffa cakes every day.” He said and Y/N burst into laughter, “And don’t think I’m oblivious to the location of your hot Cheeto stash.” He said with a knowing grin, “I’ve sussed you out.” He smirked at her through a laugh and she sighed.

“Well, I appreciate that you’ve let me believe I’ve been getting away with it this whole time.” She said to him and he smiled.

“Course, baby. Y’deserve it after everything you’re doing for our little baby.” He said with a soft smile.

“I don’t ever want to lie to you, I just felt like you might get on my ass about it and I figured it was just a little, white lie. Nothing harmful, you know?”

“Well I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to lie and sneak around just to have some processed snacks!” He exclaimed with a chuckle and she swore her entire heart just burst with adoration for him.

“I love you so much.” She said softly and he pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“I love you so, so much.” He hummed against her soft skin, “Is your back still bugging you?”

“Yeah. The gel stuff helped for a little bit, but it wore off fast.” She explained, “I was thinking that it might be a good idea for us to move down to the guest room in a few weeks.”

“Yeah, we can get set up down here.” Harry assured, “And baby, these next few days please slow down until the back thing subsides a bit, yeah?”

“I will. I promise. Your gran and I have been talking about her teaching me how to knit.”

“Oh really? A proper granny hobby for you?” He teased and she giggled.

“Yeah. I bought a pattern to make a little knitted Hedwig.” She pouted in endearment and Harry smiled.

“When does it arrive?”

“A week or two. So she’s gonna be teaching me some of the basics these next few weeks and then we’ll get to the owl.”

“Baby, I absolutely love how much you include her in things. You always do things with her that make her excited to come see you. Mum says she’s been a lot happier lately. Like, not that she wasn’t happy overall, but she did dim down a bit after my grandad passed, you know?”

“I can imagine. But ummm, yeah I have a lot of fun with her. I think we’re helping each other a lot.” She said and Harry smiled.

“I’m glad, baby.” He said and kissed her lips quickly, “Have you spoken to Julie at all about your parents?” He asked and she sighed.

“Nope. Don’t want to. I’m doing so well and I’m so happy right now with everything we’ve got going on, don’t need someone taking a crap in my cornflakes, you know?” Upon hearing this expression Harry burst into laughter and Y/N soon joined him, which definitely helped lighten the mood as they delved into this heavier topic. Once their laughter settled he tucked some hair behind her ear and sighed as he just took her in with the most loving gaze, “Have you talked to Julie about it?” She asked and Harry hummed and nodded to confirm.

“Yeah, for a bit.” He said and she sighed, “I can tell you if you want?” He asked and she bit her lip. It made Harry’s heart hurt for her because she looked so afraid and nervous to hear about anything related to her parents. And well, he couldn’t tell her that they said they were sorry or wanted to be part of her life. As much as he wished he could relay that message, it wasn’t it.

“It can’t be good if you’re asking if I want to hear it.” She said and he sighed.

“Well, it’s not bad either, it’s just…maybe what you’d expect I think.” He said to her and she nodded.

“OK, tell me.” She said.

“Your mum called Julie after getting your letters because obviously, she couldn’t reach you. She was a bit upset that you decided to leave without giving them a proper goodbye or not bothering to tell them about the pregnancy when we found out. Julie said she wasn’t mad, she was just more hurt than anything.” He said and she sighed, “Julie explained that they had made it abundantly clear that they wanted nothing to do with us and you didn’t want to risk sharing all that good news with them just for them to be so openly unsupportive.” Y/N nodded as Harry explained this, “That led to her getting angry and blaming Julie for creating distance between your family because you had never been this selfish and inconsiderate before you moved in with her. Julie knows she was just lashing out because she’s sad and hurt.” He explained as Y/N frowned upon hearing this.

“She then said that you were making your dad sick with stress because you got married without his blessing and she had no idea how she was supposed to tell him that you’re pregnant and have moved to another country altogether. I mean, it’s nothing new from what they always say.”

“Yeah.” She sniffled as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Julie said she got so annoyed at her that she just hung up and blocked her number.” Harry said and Y/N sniggered through her tears, “She didn’t even tell them she left too so ummm…she wonders if they might show up one day and just find that she’s gone too.”

“God, I fucking hope so. And I hope they realize that now they’re all alone.” Y/N said with an ill-intended smile, “I want nothing to do with them, Harry.”

“Baby, you don’t mean that.”

“Right now I do!” She said and he nodded.

“OK.” He said softly.

“I want the rest of my pregnancy to be good and peaceful, like it has been the whole time we’ve been here. It’s been so good here, I don’t even want to think of them.” She insisted and Harry nodded.

“OK, we won’t.This is our family, OK? We can build it and grow it however the fuck we want. And as long as we’re not like…joining a cult or something completely out of pocket like that,” he said and she giggled, “My family won’t meddle or try to change things.” He assured.

“It’s OK if they do. I mean, if it’s gonna help our family be like your family then I want that.” She said and he smiled and reached for her face, wiping her tear stains with his thumb.

“I hope our son is like you. So strong, and open, and brave.” He said quietly and she just surged forward and hugged him tight.

“Ughh, I love you so much.” She sniffled and Harry smiled as he rubbed her back gently, “I hope our son looks like you though because I’ve done those gender swapping filters and I do not make an even remotely decent-looking guy.” She confessed and she pulled back to look at him as he chuckled.

“You’re perfect.” He tutted.

“As a female-presenting person, yes! I agree, I’m so cute!” She stated with certainty and he chuckled, “But as a male-presenting person…ehhh…it was…a jump scare.” She giggled and he laughed and shook his head.

“I love that you know your limits.” He said and she laughed loudly at his response.

“Baby?”

“Yes, my love?” He asked pulling back to see her better.

“You’re literally my favorite person ever. It’s not lost on me how lucky I am to get to do all of this with you.”

“Oh hush…” he said warding off her compliment and she tutted.

“Baby, it’s the truth. Acknowledge it!” She insisted and he smiled bashfully as he looked into her eyes.

“We’re both so fucking lucky to be doing this with each other. That’s all you’re getting.” He said and she smiled.

“When are you just going to be a little bit cocky about something, H?” She huffed.

“I pulled you, didn’t I? M’very cocky about that. And well, if our son looks like me, specially after what you’ve just told me, I’ll definitely be cocky about that.” He said and she burst into laughter and playfully slapped his chest as he laughed along with her, “I am serious, though.”

“Trust me, I know.” She assured and he grinned smugly, “Alright, ready to head back up?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” He hummed as he grabbed her now empty Cheeto bag and tossed it in the garbage before walking them back up to their bedroom. They brushed their teeth again and were soon cuddled up in their bed, sleep seeming far away now that they had been up for a bit.

“Baby, I have a small request.” She whispered.

“What is it?”

“From this week onward, please don’t tell me what object or food size our baby is. It’s really starting to freak me out.” She confessed through a giggle and he chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“OK, I won’t. I promise.” He said and she sighed in relief, “I’m just really excited, didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“I know you did it with good intentions, babe.” She assured him, “I just feel like if I have a visual of like how big it’ll be I’ll feel like I can’t do it when the time comes, you know?” She explained quietly and well this made Harry frown when he fully understood her point of view. It made so much sense, sometimes ignorance truly is bliss!

“Yeah, see I never thought of it in those terms. I was just excited that our baby is becoming a baby, you know? I’m sorry if I made you feel nervous or incapable with that, I really hadn’t even thought of what that would make you feel-”

“It’s OK. I mean, I hadn’t really been thinking about it like that until the whole eggplant thing.” She assured with a little giggle and he sniggered as well, “That one did start to freak me out. Like…how?” She asked and he sighed.

“I really don’t know, but I mean, clearly it’s possible.”

“Well I know that, like I get it, but like… your vagina is one thing, obviously very stretchy, but the cervix…mmmm, I don’t know how? Like the circumference of a baby’s head isn’t just 10 centimeters, but that seems to work out, I just never thought of it as like…stretchy.” she expressed her doubt through an unsure little hum and he literally stopped breathing for a moment.

“Wait, what has your cervix got to do with anything?”

“Baby, the cervix is what dilates, s’the first thing the baby comes through.” She reiterated and he sat up.

“No.” He said flatly.

“Yeah, H!” She chuckled.

“But it’s so tiny…s’just a tiny little thing!” he said with concern.

“I know, hence the reason I’m freaking out…” she stated as he laid back down.

“I’m so sorry…you poor thing.” He said monotonously and she burst into laughter.

“Yeah, s’pretty fucked up.” She said to him and he shook his head, still in complete disbelief. He was deeply disturbed now, he was so confident that he knew how all of this worked, but he had never really bothered with understanding the internal mechanics of it all and now he truly did feel bad for her.

“It is. OK, so one baby is perfectly fine, love. I don’t want you to have to do that ever again now that I know that…fuck.” He huffed and she giggled, “And well, with that knowledge in mind I might actually pass out…” he confessed and she sighed.

“Good god, Harry…”

“I’m an empath!” He defended and she laughed quietly at him, “Don’t laugh…it’s gonna be harder than I realized to have to-”

“Don’t even go there. It’ll be a cake walk for you.” She said and he sighed.

“Sorry…maybe I just don’t have to watch it happen. I mean, I’d want to, but maybe it’s not a good idea.”

“Definitely not if you’re going to pass out.” She giggled, “I’ll need you fully conscious. Don’t think I could do it without you.” She said.

“Fuck, and now I feel bad for getting you pregnant.” He said softly and she knew he was mostly joking, but a part of him did feel bad that this was going to be a lot more intense than he had realized and they fell silent for a few moments until he spoke up again, “Are you sure it’s the cervix?” He asked and she laughed.

“Baby, how did you think this happened? Obviously the baby is not just like chilling in the…canal!” She said and he burst into laughter.

“Obviously! But like… I don’t know what I thought happened…” he mumbled and she grabbed one of his hands and kissed it.

“Well, now you know.” She said and he sighed.

“Much to my chagrin.” He mumbled and she giggled, “Hopefully he’s a tiny baby.”

“I don’t think the size really matters unless they’re over the normal range, like a 12 pound baby or something monstrous like that…you’ll still have to open the same for even a tiny baby.” she concluded.

“What? 12 pounds?!” she’d never heard him sound so English in her life, it made her start to laugh at the thickness of his accent, even his tone of shock was somehow super English, “That cannot be real.” he exclaimed in horror as she trembled with laugher.

“Oh, it’s very real.” She assured.

“No, babe…” he whined with a grimace surely on his face, “That’s so fucking awful…”

“I’m sure it is.” She agreed “Any other questions you might have about where babies come from?” She asked playfully.

“No. I definitely have enough information on this to last me a lifetime.” He assured with an evident feeling of concern in his tone and she giggled.

…. MAY …

On the days that Aly was feeling too queasy and sick due to her pregnancy she’d head on over to Y/N and Harry’s to hang out with her and her grandmother. True to Hillary’s word, she was teaching the two how to knit and well, Y/N was a bit impatient for not being able to go fast like Hillary, but she was at least precise about it. And well, getting to bond with Aly was also really nice and well, for the most part they would talk about what would be going on I everyone’s lives, it wasn’t gossip, it was just a recounting of information is what Hillary would say because she thought gossiping was very ugly and Y/N and Alyssa couldn’t agree more.

“-but regardless of what he says, Mr. Jones did in fact eat the neighbor’s takeaway! And that’s why Harry’s going to be over early on Sunday to help install one of those cameras.” Hillary shared with the girls before she slurped up some of her Pho. She’d never had it before until she tried it with Y/N and now she was hooked, it was sweet really.

“Do you really think Harry can install a camera?” Aly asked and Y/N giggled, “No offense to your husband’s skill set.” She said and Y/N shook her head.

“No you’re fine, I was thinking the same thing.” She said softly.

“Oh, he’s young and smart! He’ll figure it out.” Hillary said.

“Gran, Harry is so technologically challenged!” Aly said through a giggle.

“It’s true, I had to do his assignments for his Procreate certificate.” Y/N added in.

“Oh god, should he even be tattooing then?” Aly asked and Y/N giggled.

“I mean, he just does all his stencils and designs on paper. He really hates virtual art.” She said and Aly nodded. “You should’ve seen when he learned about ChatGPT, he literally would not stop going on about it for days!”

“What on earth is a ChatGPT?” Hillary interjected.

“Artificial Intelligence, gran. AI!” Aly explained briefly and Hillary’s eyes widened.

“Already?! In my lifetime?”

“I think it’s really cool.” Aly said.

“I mean it is, but I think as a person in a creative field it does take away people’s integrity, it’s like taking the easy way out. So I do agree that it can be a great tool, but we need to moderate it before it like…gains too much consciousness and we’re in a live action Avengers film or something.”

“I wouldn’t mind that all too much…that Chris Hemsworth is dreamy isn’t he?” Hillary said and Y/N and Ally giggled.

“What in the world are you still doing here?” Harry suddenly asked as he burst in through the garage door startling all three of them.

“Announce yourself y’bugger!” Hillary scolded him with a pout as Harry kissed the top of her head with a mischievous grin as he went around to Aly and greeted her next.

“What are you guys chatting about?” He asked as he then came over to Y/N and dipped down to kiss her lips, “Hi, my love.” He mumbled against her lips.

“We were talking about how shit you are with technology since gran said you’re installing some cameras at theirs.” Aly said and he immediately pulled away.

“Ummm, no I’m not.” He scoffed.

“Please Harry, you’re completely inept. I know about your procreate assignments.” Aly said with a smirk and he turned back to Y/N with a pout.

“How could you?” He asked her with feigned insult and she smirked.

“Not to mention you’ll be working with the home’s electrical! Are you sure you don’t want to have someone professional come and install it, gran? What if you’re out of power for a week because this idiot fucks a fuse or-”

“Oh hush, leave my handsome boy alone.” Hillary said to Aly and Harry rounded the table back over to her and knelt down to hug her all while flipping Aly off and she just rolled her eyes. When Hillary saw she joined him, demonstrating her own obscene gesture.

“Well, that’s my cue to go.” Aly said through a giggle and Y/N chuckled as well.

This was Harry’s last week of work at the shop and as much as he loved being in the shop, he was excited to get to spend these final stages of the pregnancy with Y/N. Y/N was at 31 weeks now and getting far too big for comfort and she just constantly needed more help than what Hillary could give her at the moment. While it was in Julie’s plans to help take care of Y/N as she got closer to her due date, it was also summertime and Anne’s flower shop had been immensely busy with a variety of events, almost back to back some weeks, so Julie was recruited for that because Anne really couldn’t do all this on her own. Thankfully, Aly’s wedding had put her on the map with some of her friends and those friends told their friends and so she’d experienced an uptick in demand that she couldn’t pull off on her own, so Julie was enlisted to help. And really, ever since she’d arrived Y/N hadn’t seen Julie as much as she expected, she was acclimating really well and she supposed it was because there really hadn’t been anything tying her down to the U.S. anymore.

As they had discussed a few weeks prior, they had moved down a bunch of her stuff to the guest room because getting up all those steps was brutal. And well, of course Harry slept down there with her, so she wasn’t all alone. She heard him coming back in from having taken Hillary back to Anne’s and she was just lotion-ing up her tummy and hips and well, her boobs as well because they were starting to grow a bit more and they were getting rather itchy and sore with the process. Harry just happened to walk in on her about to do that and he just smirked at here with lustful eyes. She had just come out of the shower and she had gotten her shorts on, but she needed to get this done before getting her top on, it was just easier that way.

“Perfect timing.” He said as he walked into the ensuite and immediately washed his hands and she laughed softly. He was thorough with his washing and then dried them off, “I’d love to help.” He said as he came and sat beside her on the bed.

“I’m sure you would.” She said with a grin and he chuckled as he pulled her out into the bedroom.

“Do they hurt?” He asked as she handed over the little jar of lotion, it’s one that Gemma swore by and well, it had been helpful thus far. But also her growth had been rather consistent thus far, but she knew that towards the tail end she would probably blow up and inevitably get stretch marks, but she’d do as much preventative work as possible as futile as it seemed.

“Just a little bit, nothing I’m not used to so far.” She assured and he hummed as he dipped two fingers into the lotion before spreading it in his palms as he shuffled around to sit behind her and she just let her weight back against him as he kissed her bare shoulder before reaching beneath her arms and gently taking a hold of each breast and starting to lather the moisturizer in.

“Oh…they do feel bigger.” He mused.

“Yeah, I’ve definitely gone over just one cup size now.” She sighed. Harry was so gentle and delicate with her, of course her nipples peaked in his big, warm, veiny hands and as much as she wanted to let herself get turned on by this as much as he was getting turned on, she just wasn’t feeling it and she winced as he playfully pinched at her nipples. “No!” She frowned as she sniggered through a wince and he chuckled and did it again which made her reach down and pull at the hair on his thigh and he winced and let go to rub over the spot on his thigh. “Serves you right.”

“M’sorry, baby.” He apologized, “Just got a little too excited.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” She sighed.

“You’re just so fucking beautiful. I get really excited over the fact that we did this.” He said as his hands ran down to her bump. “And I know that it’s not easy by any means, so I just…admire you more and love you more for it.” He said quietly.

“I know, baby.” She hummed, “I have an appointment next Monday, 7 month check up.” She said.

“Okay, great! Can’t wait to see the little guy.” He said with a smile that she could hear in his voice.

“I know… and I was thinking that maybe with you around I can just be a bit more active than just walks with your gran.” She said and he smiled.

“Yeah, we can do that. A few light things, yeah?” He asked and she nodded, “Well lucky for you, I’ve actually been looking into this yoga class, it’s specifically for pregnant people. They meet three times a week in the evenings. Obviously, we don’t have to go every day if you don’t want, but it’d be something nice to do together.” He suggested and she nodded.

“Yeah, I think I’ve been too sedentary, apparently more exercise will help with my back pain. Seems counterproductive but, it’s science.” She said and he chuckled.

“Maybe you can learn some stretches for it or something. But I think it’d also be a good way for me to like get in tune with your body in terms of like the birthing part of everything. Apparently they show different poses as well, so you can find what’s comfortable.” He explained.

“Yeah, that sounds really nice actually. But I’m not all that bendy, m’sure it’s worse now but I’ll definitely try it out.” She responded and he smiled.

“We’ll work on the bendy thing down the line, don’t you fret.” He said and she giggled.

“That’s slightly terrifying.” She said and he chuckled.

“I promise you’ll like it.” He hummed confidently and she just smiled.

“Can you get my shirt please? If it’s not beside you it’s under you somewhere.” She said and he searched around for a moment before helping her get it on.

“There you are my queen.” He hummed and she shook her head.

“No. No, we’re not that king-queen couple.” She said as she just let herself fall back onto the bed. It took a lot of core strength she didn’t really have at the moment to be able to lay back in a controlled manner. Harry was laughing quietly beside her because he knew how cringey she found that.

“It just slipped out. I promise!” He chuckled and she grinned as he settled into the bed beside her.

“Just as long as I never have to hear that again.” She said and he laughed.

“Promise.”

***********

Y/N was now 32 weeks along and after his first week at home, Harry soon recognized that the routine Y/N had with his grandmother was not one that could easily be broken. Within the first few days at home everything that needed to be built and set up he’d taken care of. When he didn’t have that to do he tried to learn to knit with them, but they were at a much different skill level than him and he felt inferior. He knew logically, that it wasn’t a competition, but knitting was boring, so he had to do something to spice up the experience for himself and decided he could finish his wing before Y/N. And well, that resulted in a very deformed wing for the knitted Hedwig they were working on and Y/N had to redo his. When she finished it in about an hour after he’d been working on that for at least three hours, he decided that he would try and introduce new activities to the pair that would also be fun for him. If he was to be home, he also needed to have a good time, it was only fair.

“What if we go to the park and have a picnic today?” He asked them on this lovely morning. The weather was perfectly warm. During the last few days or so they’d been ranging anywhere from 23 to 26 degrees (mid 70’s to 80 in Fahrenheit). He figured Y/N wouldn’t mind this as being from California she was used to much more intense heat.

“Baby, that’s way too hot for me to be walking around and sitting in the sun right now. My body temp is already running a bit high according to the doctor.” She reminded.

“Oh c’mon, you’re used to much hotter. I know you can handle it.” He said with a grin before sipping on his coffee.

“Yeah, maybe I could when I was literally a third of the size I am now. I was sweating on my morning walk and it was only 70 degrees.” She said.

“She’s right, H. It’s easier for her to overheat and overexert herself with the extra weight from the baby and it’s not good for the baby if that happens. We’re in a heatwave, H.” His gran reminded.

“Well I don’t want to just sit around all day. I want to do something different today, just get out of the routine.” He reasoned.

“Well aren’t you two still doing that yoga or something in the evenings?” His grandmother asked.

“Yeah, but that’s part of the routine already.” He said. “Forgive me for wanting to spend some quality time with my wife and make memories with her.” He said with some snark and they both chuckled.

“If you want to go out so badly, go out and do something, H.” Y/N said and he frowned.

“Alone?” He asked as if she had suggested he fly himself to the moon.

“Baby, this is your hometown, you’ll be alright. It’s just getting really hard to move around and keep up with you. I just don’t have the energy to go and explore with you right now.” She explained and he huffed.

“M’just gonna go to the gym then.” He decided before finishing his coffee and heading upstairs to change. Harry’s feelings were hurt at her rejection to go out with him; he didn’t think he was asking for anything ridiculous. He went up to their bedroom to get changed and when he was heading back downstairs he saw her waiting at the foot of the staircase.

“Hey, I ummm…I feel like you’re upset that I didn’t want to go out with you.” She said and he shook his head in a fib.

“M’not, it’s whatever. You wanna spend time with my gran and-”

“Are you jealous of your grandma?” She asked with a grin and he chuckled.

“No. I just…thought we would be able to spend more time together is all. Just doing things that we enjoy doing.”

“I mean, we can have that picnic, just in the backyard?” She suggested and he sighed.

“Baby, the point of the picnic was to get out of here. I didn’t think we’d basically be prisoners in our home.” He explained how he felt and she pouted upon hearing that.

“Well, you’re not a prisoner, H.” She said softly as his words stung her heart a bit. He immediately sensed that he’d made her upset and shook his head.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He mumbled.

“Then what did you mean?” She questioned and he sighed, sensing that even his explanation wouldn’t get him out of this one.

“Just that it’s a little bit…slow being stuck in here all day. I don’t see why you can’t knit at the park or anywhere else, babe.”

“Harry, your explanation is not really making what you said better.” She said and he groaned.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that we’ve got just a few short weeks before the baby comes and I just feel like you don’t want to spend time with me. Clearly you have a well established routine that you refuse to budge on and if that’s the case then maybe I should’ve just waited until your due date to stop working. I mean…everything’s going to change for us soon and we won’t be able to do stuff together that don’t involve the baby for a long time.” He vented a bit and she sighed and tried not to roll her eyes because well, his feelings were his feelings. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t upset her and she was going to clear that up right now.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” She said with a frown, “But let me just enlighten you a bit though, H. Everything changed for me the moment I got pregnant.” She said, “I’ve been living a completely different life from day one! And in the state I’m in right now I can’t even picture myself having a good time anywhere outside of this house. It’s harder than you might think and like, I know you have your own needs but I feel like you’re being really dismissive of my needs right now.” She said.

“I don’t mean to be-”

“I know that, but you are. Like…at this stage more than ever, I feel like even my body is not my own anymore.” She sighed, “And you’re right, things will only change even more once the baby comes. Like our lives are not gonna be our own for a bit and it is a bit sad, but I don’t think it’ll feel like we missed out on life alone. It’s just going to be different and like…I’ve already had that crisis and made peace with it, so I need you to get past this because you’re projecting and it’s making me feel like I’m being a shitty partner to you when it really has nothing to do with me.” She said and he sighed.

“Well I can’t help how I feel, baby.” He said.

“I know that. Trust me, I do, I felt that way too at the start. And I’d give anything to be able to have the energy to do more outdoorsy things with you and make more of our time, but I just can’t right now. Like…I’m not sure what you expected from paternity leave, H. But it’s not a vacation, not in the slightest.” She said and he sighed.

“Cleary.” He mumbled, his feelings still hurt.

“You’ll have to find your own kind of routine to keep you occupied when you feel…like you’re trapped.” She said with a hint of spite and a frown. It was hurting her feelings that he felt stuck. That feeling would only get worse and worse the closer she got to her due date, more stress, more urgency, always on standby, it wasn’t going to be easy. It worried her that he would continue to feel stuck even after the baby came. Maybe they had moved too quickly? And before she knew it a lump was forming in her throat as her eyes brimmed with tears as this massive wave of anxiety washed over her.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” He asked quietly when he saw her tearful eyes.

“I just, ummm…realized that you said that being at home with me makes you feel like a prisoner. I don’t want you to feel that way with me.” She said with a sniffle and he pouted.

“Baby, it was a poor choice of words.” He said as he reached for her hands and she pulled them out of his reached and crossed them over her chest.

“The way you said them made me feel like you’ve been feeling that way for a bit. And like…this is only your second week at home.” She pointed out and he sighed. “If you hate it this much then maybe you can just do your own thing until I absolutely need you around-”

“Baby-”

“Don’t try to take back something that you sincerely meant, Harry.”

“I didn’t mean for it to hurt your feelings.”

“I know, but you have. Just…go find friends to hang out with or something, shake off the feeling. It’s fine, I know you didn’t have that intention. Just go get a breather.” She nodded.

“I feel like this is a trap.” He said and she sighed.

“Well I’m sure it’ll beat being caught in this trap.” She said and turned around and walked back to the kitchen. He sighed when he faintly heard her start sobbing in the kitchen and he just knew she’d really prefer some space right now and he would whip up a really big apology and make it up to her when he got back.

*********

Harry had the least productive workout of his life. He had quite literally been googling “how to make up with your pregnant wife after a fight” while he leisurely peddled on the stationary bike at the back of the cycling class he’d joined. What she had said about things changing for her from the start of the pregnancy, well obviously he knew things had been different physically, but he’d never considered that it may have taken a toll mentally before. It was painfully obvious, but often times those are the details that are most overlooked. He was feeling badly though, because the way he had communicated his inner turmoil had been really hurtful to Y/N. He was just afraid and he tended to just be really projective and defensive when he was feeling scared or insecure and well, now Y/N was mad at him. He was still scrolling through his phone trying to come up with something that he could do or get her that would aid in her forgiving him…

“Class is over, you know?” He heard a familiar voice and quickly glanced up only to lock gazes with a familiar icy blue pair of eyes. Suddenly he felt his stomach flip as the woman before him smiled at his shock, she did always like to cause a scene.

“Chloe, hi.” He said softly with disbelief. Still in shock at seeing his ex-girlfriend standing there, grinning smugly at him. He felt so anxious just seeing her before him. He had done everything under the sun to get over all of the hurt she had caused him. He had effectively prepared for any possibility except this one; the one where by some insane and ill-turn in his luck, he’d run into her.

“Hi Harry. I heard through the grapevine that you were back.” She said with a smile and he nodded, “Knew you wouldn’t last overseas for too long. Though, I must say it was a good plan.”

“Plan?” He asked and she sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, that was part of your plan to…to move on right? And to heal?” She asked and he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of admitting that she had wrecked him. He knew her game and she thrived on leaving her mark on people. “Look, I’m not saying that to patronize you. I just ummm… I hope the move helped you.” She said and he looked at her cautiously.

“Well, thanks.” He responded and she sighed and chuckled.

“Well, did it?” She asked him and he didn’t want to entertain her, but he also wanted to show her that he had moved on and that he had healed and that he had everything she had told him he could never have because he wasn’t good enough for it. He was frustrated at the argument he had with Y/N and had been thrown off by Chloe ambushing him in this fucking cycling class. He wanted to get in the final jab to really stick it to her, so he didn’t really think about any consequences when he raised his left hand to her, showing off his wedding band.

“Ummm yeah, I’d say so.” He chuckled, trying to keep the smug look off of his face when her mouth dropped open in shock.

“You’re married?! Wow!” She gasped with a smile and he nodded. “You’ve been gone all of two years!” She giggled with a smile and he started to feel less worried about her intentions. She seemed to be happy for him, “When did you do it?” She asked and he chuckled.

“Yeah, we did it just this January, actually. We’ve got a baby due in a few more weeks.” He informed with pride and her eyebrows arched up.

“Oh! So it was that kind of thing.” She said with a small smile and he furrowed his brows.

“Oh no, I’d proposed way before the pregnancy.” He explained and she hummed in understanding.

“Well good, as long as it’s not some baby-trapping situation. I know plenty of friends who got sucked into those kinds of situations.” She said and as her words registered, he realized that this idea of him suddenly feeling trapped had been a projection of his previous bad experiences. His little meltdown had just been a version of the person Chloe had trained that was still stuck in there somehow. How could he feel trapped when he literally had everything he had ever wanted with Y/N? When he had everything he had been made to believe he never could or would have because he was made to feel like he would never be good enough for that kind of commitment and that kind of role. “Harry?” She asked and he hummed as he snapped back into reality from that little mental trip of realization.

“Sorry, m’just a bit distracted today.” He chuckled and she hummed.

“Is everything alright?” She asked and he suddenly wanted to prove to her that everything was in fact perfect and that he had come out stronger after everything she’d put him through.

“Yeah, s’just a bit of a transitionary period, you know? Being a husband and a father.” He said and she hummed, not really validating how far he’d come. How he’d done what to her was always out of his scope of possibilities, “I’m not really doing anything after this would you like to grab a coffee or something and catch up for old time’s sake?” He found himself asking her. She looked surprised at his invitation as their breakup had been a complete shit show and her lips turned up in a smile.

“Yeah, that’d be cool.” She said nonchalantly and he nodded.

“Cool. We can freshen up and I’ll meet you up front?”

“Perfect.” She agreed and they both headed out of the studio and into the locker rooms.

For Harry, this was a pride thing. He was suddenly blinded by his need to prove to her that she didn’t have power over him any more. That she couldn’t affect him how she had before. He was so convinced that he had the upper hand, that he was suddenly completely blind of the epiphany he’d had moments earlier about how somehow, she was still in his head. What they’d had were four years of the most insane and toxic back and forth relationship that a person should be allowed to deal with. There was never a dull moment, and not in a good way. When he met Chloe he was broken and sad and he needed someone to prove to him that he was worthy of love him because he couldn’t believe that for himself at the time. And at first there was so much love and care and attention from her. But after a month or two, the mood swings started and it became impossible to not make her upset. But he was still riddled with so much self-loathing that he felt that he deserved the hurt she’d cause him. With Chloe the lows were horrifically low, but when she was in a good place she loved him fiercely and overwhelmingly. He felt on top of the world during those moments, but their happiness was so fragile and that’s when he started to lose himself. When he was so desperate to feel her love that he compromised every part of himself to ensure that he stayed in her good graces and she loved that.

When Eddie had talked to him about love-bombing and abusive partners he was enraged. And well, Chloe had warned him that people would try to break them up and come between them like that, so he was extremely defensive when Eddie questioned the health of their relationship. But every piece of evidence Eddie showed him about how his relationship was abusive was literally chipping away at his composure and sanity. He didn’t acknowledge Eddie for a week after that, he had been so hurt and angry that everything he had shared with him about his relationship had been seemingly turned against him. He felt attacked and was in this mindset of “it’s Harry and Chloe against the world” for quite a while. When the news of Gemma being pregnant with Ivy came to him along with an invitation to a little party at her house he decided that he would show up, despite Chloe asking him not to go. He was scared of how going would make Chloe react, but he was more afraid to show his face after ages of shutting out his family. But the moment his family saw him it became more of a “Welcome home, Harry” party than a pregnancy announcement party. He was overwhelmed by the warm reception from his family. He thought about it for weeks after and soon realized that love wasn’t something to be earned, love was to be freely given to those you care about. Even when you’re upset or in a fight with someone the love doesn’t just disappear, like he’d been experiencing with Chloe. It took him a bit, but he soon apologized to Eddie profusely for his attitude and that’s when Eddie talked to him about a plan he had to open a shop in LA in the next year or so and well, the rest was history.

When he changed back into his street clothes he went outside and had originally started typing out a text to Y/N that he ran into someone he knew and would be going out for a coffee, but quickly decided to not send the message. That should’ve been the first red flag that he was heading down a dangerous road. But he rationalized that away by telling himself that this would be a quick coffee and catch up, he didn’t want this to be a big deal. It was a one-time thing that he was doing for himself; putting the final nail in the coffin of his twisted and painful past. Harry hadn’t and didn’t want to recount all of the shit with Chloe to Y/N. By the time he’d gotten to LA he and Chloe had been done for nearly a year and he’d gotten away with not really talking about it to anyone and he was not about to start now. He felt that he had done a lot of the hard work to move on and he felt prepared to face her again without any consequence or negative impact to himself.

“Hey, ready to go?” He heard Chloe again and he turned to her and smiled as he shoved his phone in his pocket.

“Yeah. Should we go to the one just down the street. S’pretty good if I recall correctly?” He asked and she nodded.

“Sure.Do you want to walk? It’s really nice out today.” She suggested and he smiled.

“Yeah, I could go for a stroll after doing absolutely nothing in that cycling class.” He chuckled and she laughed along.

********

It was nearly 3pm and Harry hadn’t come home yet after leaving a bit after 9am. Y/N and Hillary were both starting to worry because he had said he was going to the gym. She knew that they hadn’t left off on the best of terms and she was anxious to have a proper conversation with him to find a middle ground about how to proceed from this point forward and of course, apologize for the argument. But he’d been gone nearly 5 hours without even returning her text that she’d sent about an hour before, asking when he was coming home. She’d chewed through her fingernails and had started to tear away at the sides of her thumbs when the front door finally opened. She got up from the couch and hurried to the front door as fast as she could. She opened up the door to the entry way and sighed in relief when she saw Harry close the front door behind him.

“Oh thank god, you had me worried!” She said and he turned to her with a small smile. He looked sweaty and a bit tired, figures if he had the longest workout known to mankind.

“I’m sorry, love. I ended up leaving the car at the gym and ended up in SOHO-”

“SOHO?”

“Yeah, I lost track of time out there. It was just such a lovely day.” He explained.

“That’s alright. I’m just not happy about how we left things this morning. S’why I was trying to reach you.” She said and he frowned.

“I understand, love. I’m sorry my phone was on silent. But ummm, I was also being a prick. I don’t feel trapped or like…imprisoned with you. I mean, we’re living the dream, yeah?” He asked.

“I would say so.” She replied softly. “And ummm…I know that this transitionary period is hard and I could’ve been more understanding. Especially since I went through it too. I’m sorry for making you feel bad and for snapping at you. It was wrong of me and I love you so much and I’m sure we can figure some things out to still have a little fun here.” She said and he nodded, “Just nothing with cards because your grandma stopped playing nice now that we’ve built trust.” She said and he chuckled and just hugged her and kissed her forehead.

“Deal. I love you.”

“I love you too.” She replied feeling relief now that they had spoken and apologized to each other.

“Well, you know maybe getting out on my own a bit is not so bad. I just have a lot of kinetic energy built up and just need to be able to get it out, you know? Maybe I can do my own workout or something a couple times a week, you know?”

“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea and when we’re here I’ll be more inclusive about the things we do.” She said and he nodded.

“Thank you, my love. Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna have a shower because I am quite sweaty.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, go head.” She said moving so that he could make it into the home and then he headed down the hall to the guest room where they were currently set up.

After that, the rest of the day had gone well. Anne and Julie had come by for dinner and they all got to chatting before Y/N started to get sleepy and headed off to have her own shower after saying goodbye. She could hear everyone still chatting when she made it out of the bathroom and then she saw Harry plugging his phone in and setting it on the bedside table. He huffed when he saw that it wasn’t powering on yet.

“Should I head back out?” She asked and he just continued looking down at his phone and she cleaned her throat to get his attention.

“Huh?” He asked turning to her and she giggled.

“I said should I head back out after getting dressed?”

“Oh no, they’re just picking after themselves. I’ll walk them to the car don’t worry.” He said and then looked down to his phone, trying to power it on again.

“OK.” She said noticing how entranced he was by getting his phone back on, “Is everything alright? You seem anxious to check on something.” She said and he shook his head.

“Oh, s’nothing crazy. Just a review I was waiting for, Eddie said he’d reach out about it.” He said and she hummed, “Alright, make yourself comfy I’ll be back soon.” He assured and she proceeded with her routine.

In the time that he was gone his phone powered back on and as soon as it did, it chimed with a message. Y/N was just about to get into bed and just decided to check to see if it was the message he was expecting from Eddie. After the day they’d had she would be pleased to give Harry some good news. Y/N and Harry had never been private about their phones, so it wasn’t odd for her to just check his phone. She smiled upon seeing Eddie’s name on the screen and just pulled his phone off of the charger and opened it up to check his message. When she got into his messages app she accidentally opened a message that came in right then as Eddie’s was pushed down the queue on the screen and as she skimmed the beginning of it she felt her stomach twist and a lump to form in her throat as she continued to read what was on his screen…

She felt her dinner working its way back up her stomach. Her heart ached and her eyes welled up with tears as she tried to find some logical explanation as to what scenarios other than rough sex would lead to a woman having sore pelvic muscles and legs. She barely made it to the toilet when the wave of sickness hit her, and when she finished she hoisted herself up and flushed the toilet before heading over to the sink to brush her teeth once again. When she opened up the faucet her wedding ring shimmered in the light and she just took a long and calming breath before letting it out slowly. She didn’t know what this was…she needed to trust Harry. But he did appear kind of disheveled when he got home... She groaned and shook it out of her brain before brushing her teeth.

When she headed back into the room she quickly plugged his phone back in and hurried to her side of the bed and got in before her mind started to flick through the friends of his she’d met. She was trying hard to place a Chloe, but she wasn’t coming up with anything. She’d never heard of a Chloe…maybe Alyssa or Gemma would know? But before she could reach out she decided to just keep this to herself until she had actual proof of anything else remotely suspicious. But then again, the message hadn’t been addressed to Harry specifically…but then she said she was glad he was back in town…so it had to be to Harry. Once again she was picking at the skin at the sides of her thumbs as she got lost in this spiral and avoided lunging over to look at the message again. She just laid down and kept spiraling down her thoughts until Harry suddenly came in.

“Has my phone gone off?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, something came in from Eddie.”

“Sick.” He said as he hurried to his side of the bed and opened up his phone. She watched as his eyebrows arched up a bit as he glanced down at his screen but said nothing about it. The text was now read, so Harry knew Y/N’d seen that. He cleared his throat and just went to Eddie’s text message,“Ummm, TattooMaster is going to publish my tattoo and this review of my work and the shop in their September edition.” He shared with a smile. Y/N wanted to be happy at his news, but she was still really on edge and confused from the other thing she’d seen.

“Wow baby, that’s great!” She said as enthusiastically as possible.

“I know…shit.” He chuckled as he started typing away on his phone.

“So uh…do you have any friends that live nearby to us?” She asked and he turned to her.

“Ummm, not really. Why?” He asked, hoping that she’d just ask what he knew she wanted to ask, but instead she just shrugged.

“S’just that maybe if you had anyone close by you could hang out with friends when you need to get out of the house a bit, you know?” She said and he hummed, “S’just a thought.”

“Well sadly my last several years here were not my best and ummm…I kind of burned all of those bridges except for Eddie. And well, a lot of the old crew I worked with before I left are also doing their own thing, so not really anyone for me to hang out with apart from you guys. Not that I mind.” He explained. Hoping that by him saying that he was fully addressing her concern over that text from Chloe that he knew she’d seen. Y/N hummed in understanding. “OK, I’m gonna turn down the lights to let you get some rest.”

“Thanks.” She said as she settled into her pillow and prayed that she had the guts to ask about it if he didn’t say anything by the next day. She would just show him the message and ask him to explain - it wasn’t that hard, was it?

But the next day she wondered if she had been delirious and imagined that suspicious text when she’d glanced at Harry’s phone again because the message was gone. And then another thought came to mind…why would be delete the message?

She waited the rest of the week and nothing else ever came in from the number. If he had been with another woman then all evidence pointed towards this being a one time thing, probably a mistake that he never wanted to think of again - hence deleting the message. But then on Saturday morning he went for “a run” and came back with some pastries for her from a bakery she soon realized was in Hampstead, which was quite far for a run. It made absolutely no sense since he hadn’t taken the car. Later that night he received a new message from Chloe saying it was nice to “grab a coffee” and that was all she needed to confirm that he was in fact hanging out with someone else. Every time he’d go out for more than an hours he’d get a text that night and it’d be gone by the morning. He still hadn’t saved her number though, which was odd to her if they were just friends. She had never been a paranoid person, but she was starting to become that way and she felt like she was going crazy.

… JUNE …

She was 35 weeks now, the Sunday roast was taking place at their house and Y/N was a bit concerned about how things would play out. Harry had been off, just something was off with him since he started hanging out with his new friend a few weeks before. He had been drinking throughout the afternoon and was being a lot more crass in his humor and had regained an arrogance that she hadn’t experienced since the first few months they had known each other. Almost like he was going backwards. She needed to say something because she was losing her mind trying to figure this out. She didn’t want him to think that she was accusing him of something because she really had no proof of anything, but he just wasn’t himself.

“God Harry, help your wife!” Gemma scolded as Y/N tried to push herself out of her seat, she needed to do something about this. Harry turned to her and saw her back arched as she tried to get up, the seat was a bit lower than she thought. He immediately stood and helped her up and she smiled at him.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, love.” He hummed.

“Baby, can I use your phone?” She asked and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Ummm why? For what?” He questioned her and that was an immediate red flag, he never cared before.

“I can’t seem to find mine and I was supposed to call G, he wanted to run through his anniversary dinner plans with his man really quick.” She said. “I just want to find it, I’m gonna call from mine, don’t worry.” She said and he bit his lip and nodded.

“Ummm sure. Yeah, of course.” He said before getting it out of his pocket and she grabbed it and typed in his password and it was wrong? “Oh, sorry forgot to mention I changed it. Archie knew it and downloaded a shitload of games on it and-”

“It’s fine, Harry. You don’t need to justify it to me. I trust you.” She said as she looked into his eyes and he frowned a bit.

“Right.” He chuckled and he took it and she wasn’t sure if it was subconscious or not, but he brought it up, out of her line of sight so that she couldn’t see the new password.

“Thanks. I’m gonna go look for my phone.” She said and he nodded as she headed back inside. She really was just going to call G, because she needed to talk about this with someone who was too far to start a fight over this with him. But seeing him hide something from her, whether he realized it or not, pushed her slight doubt in him into complete mistrust. She was going to call this Chloe chick.

***********

She had called Chloe and unfortunately, Chloe had done nothing but stoke the fires of Y/N’s feelings of betrayal. Chloe played coy, like she didn’t know he was married, but that obviously wasn’t the case when she slipped up on a few things, like knowing about her being pregnant and then mocking her that he hadn’t even lasted a year without being able to cheat on her. Y/N had learned 3 things from this conversation. Well it was more like rampage for Chloe. But she now knew Chloe was his ex-girlfriend. She knew that Chloe was clearly not of sound mind or psychologically stable in any capacity. And she knew for a fact that Harry hadn’t slept with her. Chloe was trying too hard to convince Y/N of something she knew wasn’t the truth. The Harry she described was nothing like Harry that Y/N had married. Maybe it was the Harry Chloe had known years ago and something like the one Y/N had first met, but it wasn’t at all like him now.

He had been sneaking off with his ex though. And he was still actively hiding it and lying about it which was worrisome to Y/N. Maybe he missed her? Or had started to like her again? Maybe seeing her again just made him realize that what he had at home wasn’t enough? It made her feel that way given everything he had told her already about feeling trapped and clearly he had been talking to Chloe about how he was feeling because she was throwing it back in her face and was not even hesitating to twist the metaphorical knife. Y/N refused to be manipulated by this woman though, she would not give her the satisfaction.

“Well, thank you for telling me all of that, Chloe. I guess Harry and I have a lot to talk about-”

“Open the door, Y/N.” She heard Harry through the door and she bit her lip nervously. Maybe she had taken it too far by calling Chloe but she just needed to know what was going on there because he wasn’t telling her. Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat, barely hearing what Chloe was saying to her now.

“-I just think you need to stop kidding yourself. You seem like nice girl and he’s just not the person you think he is. I know you might be angry at me for being the one to tell you this but you deserve to know.” Chloe said playing sympathetic, Y/N could already hear the victory in her voice though and she couldn’t let this person get away with feeling like she’d won.

“Right, well this conversation was actually very enlightening. Thank you so much for looking out for me.” She responded sarcastically and immediately hung up the call before she could say anything else. She did feel bad for going behind Harry’s back but it had to be done. She was about to have his baby, she needed to know if he was in this with her or out. Y/N walked the few steps towards the bedroom door and took a deep breath and held it for a moment before exhaling. Time to face the music.

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secretlytherealsonicthehedgehog · 4 months ago

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so this is me basically yapping about my queen’s complexity😊 regina mills they could never make me hate you

ANYWAYS. one thing i absolutely ADORE about her complexity is her voice. lana parrilla’s voice consistently changes depending on her scenes and i think it is done absolutely BEAUTIFULLY.

when she’s with cora, her voice is sensitive and quiet, as if she’s afraid to get yelled at but still looking for approval and validation.

with henry, her voice is firm but still caring. it’s her SON, after all.

with daniel, it’s free and joyful and you can just tell the difference when she speaks to him vs to anyone who’s not her family.

her voice is so powerful in so many other ways. it shows weakness, strength, fear, love, and it’s all portrayed and executed in a way that’s purely majestic.

next thing is the parallels.

regina’s greed is eventually fully explained, she loses everything, but something i’ve noticed is that everything she loses is everything she’s never actually had.

her mother’s approval, daniel, henry, hell even graham. something archie says in s2 is that everything she loses is because of magic. i think that’s true and they should’ve extended that theory further throughout the show.

her mother never truly loved her — only taking advantage of her daughter’s weakness, her need for love.

i’m not sure if this is stated, but i’ve always interpreted this way. i don’t believe she and daniel were together very long. yes, long enough to fall in love, but in ouat, that normally seemed to happen rather quickly. anyways, regina was this close to marrying daniel until cora killed him. she never truly had him in the way she wanted — and we all know nothing happened in the way she wanted.

with henry, she, again, never really had him. he was never her son, not in the way she needed him to be. he was always emma’s son, even if it felt like he was hers. yes, henry loves her, he cares about her, but at the end of the day, his determination to stick with emma in the earlier seasons always seems to overcome that.

the last one is obvious but graham could not feel anything. meaning, whatever regina felt for him, whether it was love, lust, or nostalgia, was not real. which, equals in false hope, false love, all that. (i say nostalgia because in my mind, regina sees daniel in all her past/current lovers.)

so, in conclusion to this little yapping session, regina goes several seasons with absolutely nothing. it hurts to say it, but that’s just the way her life was portrayed. now, i’m leading up to how her greed is involved in this, along with her almost drug-like addiction to magic.

she consistently goes after things she cannot have. an example of this is her attachment to children. in season two (?), regina takes away her fertility with magic to piss her mother off. this soon comes to bite her in the ass and leads to her adoption journey with henry.

maybe three times she tried to take someone’s children as her own. yes it sounds bad but there’s an explanation for that. since she can’t have children, regina’s greed for one only grows stronger. the first time she did this was with owen, a little boy who managed to get inside storybrook with his father — whom she framed for drunk driving and i believe child neglect (correct me if i’m wrong) when owen refused to live with her and abandon his father.

another time was with ava and nicolas, at the time known as hansel and gretel. after retrieving the iconic apple from the blind witch, hansel and gretel come back to regina’s castle and as a “reward,” she tries to invite them to live with her. she basically tried to bribe them, but their love for their father was so strong, so out of spite she uses magic to separate the twins from their father.

and lastly, throughout season one, she attempts to kill or frame emma several times. this is because of her attachment to henry — which this time is somewhat explainable. for once, she finally has the child she deprived herself of and all of a sudden, after years of trying to fully connect with her son, she loses him. as she did several times before. hence why i said henry was never truly her child.

ANYWAYS.😊 regina mills you are a being of majestic and conflicting things that make you the woman you are and i absolutely LOVE IT.

#can you tell i’m passionate about her #i think i went over enough to fully explain my point #my mom says i make good points and debates when i’m passionate enough about it #i think this proves it somewhat well #if there are any ‘’plot-holes’’ in this someone let me know #i take my regina analyses VERY seriously #regina mills #the evil queen #once upon a time

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You needed to get out. You quickly grabbed your phone and frantically looked for the Uber app as you rushed to the front door. You knew it was too good to be true. You never should’ve said yes to this job. You were under the impression that Harry was done with whatever situation he was involved with. He never explicitly said it but you heard him and Jeff talking it couldn’t have been a coincidence. You were almost at the door before you heard the first - “Hey, where are you going?” the same voice from earlier, Jeff and his fucking timing you thought. You took a deep breath in and out - you had to play it cool.

“I am just a bit tired and thought I’d best head back to my hotel soon.” You were just about to grab your denim jacket out of the entryway closet before he interrupted you.

“Let us call you a car?” Jeff said he had his wife Glenne on his arm who was also insisting that you let them figure out transportation for you.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that… I can call an Uber.”

“It’s so late you’ll never get an Uber out here.”

“You know what, why don’t you just stay here? We have a ton of extra bedrooms.”

You were truly fucked. You could not under any circumstances take up that offer. You had already crossed a ton of boundaries that if anyone at work knew about you’d never hear the end of it - the girl that slept with Harry Styles is what your reputation would become. Even though you’d done nothing of the sort it was the only conclusion anyone would come to.

“I can’t do that…” you looked down at your phone that was endlessly searching for a car, you were in a predicament and you needed to get out as fast as you could.

“I can drive you,” Glenne spoke, she was definitely picking up on your uneasy vibe, “I haven’t drank tonight and am probably the only sober person here. We don’t have to deal with ordering a car, I can take you.”

“You really don’t have to do that.” Even though you really needed someone to get you out of that house quick and fast. You looked up from your phone and past Jeff and Glenne as they discussed what car she would take and her telling Jeff he really didn’t need to go. When you saw them, standing in the same doorway that you were just at with Harry. The conversation from the looks of it wasn’t pretty, both of them standing arms crossed. You looked away for a moment. Saying your thank you’s to Jeff and Glenne and waiting for her to get her bag from the other room before you could leave. And just as you were turning around to walk out the door, your heart fell into your stomach as you watched Harry walk with her down the hallway.

The car ride was quiet. Glenne doing her best to fill the space with the sounds of the playlist she selected and you tried to make as much small talk as you could without coming off harsh. You didn’t want to be affected by his decisions. You couldn’t even begin to believe you’d be able to jeopardize your career for one weekend away with Harry, clearly all he wanted was to butter you up to get a good profile.

You were an idiot.

“I don’t want to cross any unnecessary boundaries… But are you okay?” Glenne spoke up. You were at a red light and ten minutes away from your hotel. What did you have to lose at this point?

“Ha, what gave it away?” You laughed to cover up the true disappointment you felt.

“I don’t need to know anymore than you’re willing to share. And I don’t want to come off as the manager's wife defending him.” She took a pause. You looked away nudging her to go on, “his life is complicated.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Really, I don’t know if it was the forced time away from work and the loneliness everyone felt but it truly seems like he hasn’t been able to get a lot right in the last few months. Which… never tell him I said that” you both laughed. It felt good to laugh.

“What I can say is he worked really hard to get you to be the person to profile him. He really has got a strong liking for you. The rest of it - what happened back there - it’s nothing more than what it looks like.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“I have been around long enough to know what Harry is willing to fight for and that is not it. I’ve never seen him so sure of himself until he practically begged Jeff to reach out to your magazine after he went down a rabbit hole of your articles.”

“Why me?” You were desperate to know.

“That’s something you’ll have to ask him.”

You laid awake in your hotel. Tossing and turning. There was no one that you could reach out to because what exactly would you say? I had a shot with Harry Styles - well, I thought I had a shot with Harry Styles. Oh and I was going to jeopardize my career in the process. And probably have now. You thought about what Glenne said in the car - You’ll have to ask him. You weren’t sure you could ever face him again.

You woke up to a knock at the door. You could’ve sworn you left up the Do Not Disturb sign on your door knob so you ignored it for a second hoping that they would just move onto the next door. Then again, three rapid knocks in succession with a final fourth.

“Coming!” You got yourself out of bed. Sometime in the middle of the night you changed out of your dress from the day before into just your bra and underwear which is not ideal attire to greet the employees of the hotel. You grabbed the robe hanging in the closet and opened the door looking at the door knob, “Sorry I don’t need any housekeeping!”

You saw the shoes first. The same Adidas trainers that he was wearing in the trailer yesterday. He was hiding his face behind a pair of black sunglasses, the same yellow hoodie this time with pink and blue sweat shorts. His tanned legs are on full display. Maybe it was intentional, the least recognizable part of his body as he made the trek to a decent hotel full of Coachella goers.

“What are you doing here?” You said flatly. You weren’t going to let up easily. If you felt like you were crossing a line before, Harry was sprinting past it.

“I need to talk to you” his voice was low. You could still hear the bits of his morning in it. Did he really wake up and come straight here? Did he toss and turn all night like you did?

“And it couldn’t wait until…” you glanced over at the clock “after 7 in the morning?”

“I can give you all the time that you need. I’ll come back later. I just couldn’t sleep and I…” he took a deep breath in and out. His head was hung low as he spoke slightly above a whisper. His eyes met yours. The deep green that brought slight chills to your skin.

You moved out of the doorway, holding the door open inviting him in. Once Harry passed the threshold of the doorway, you knew there was no turning back from whatever this was. You had to tell him what it was that you were feeling and you also had to give him the opportunity to discuss his feelings.

“Nice place” Harry sat down on the couch that went against the window of the suite.

“You have good taste.”

It was awkward. The easy going feeling you had around him just disappeared in an instance. Now, you are more aware of your dynamic than you were before. You weren’t equals or friends for that matter - you were a journalist and he was the artist that is where it needed to stop. You couldn’t go further - treat this as a reset button you said to yourself.

“Last night, before we got interrupted.” Harry paused looking up at you.

“Yes” you needed him to continue

“I was going to tell you that - I don’t want to jeopardize anything.” Harry’s pointer finger and thumb pulling on his lower lip a nervous habit that you’d picked up on after spending time with him.

“What would we be jeopardizing? I’m doing my job which is watching you do your job and asking you questions about it.” You were playing dumb. It was your only option.

“S’not like that.”

“Harry, you don’t owe me any explanation on your personal life. I won’t write about it, I have no intention of asking you anything about it, I will pretend I didn’t hear anything or see you walking her into your bedroom.”

“Wait… you saw what?”

“It doesn’t matter. I won’t talk about it. Sworn to secrecy. I won’t tell a soul”

“That’s not what it looked like - we’re done. Me and her, it’s done.”

“One last hurrah to consummate your Coachella weekend? Nice.”

Harry’s eyes went wide blinking twice while shaking his head. “There was no consummate of any kind.”

The room was silent again.

“What are we doing Harry?”

Silence.

“Why did you pick me to do this?”

“You’re brilliant. Jeffrey sent me a list of magazines that we would be sending the record to for playbacks. I wasn’t able to attend all of them but went through the list of a few. I couldn’t stop reading your work.”

You were growing more aware of how this all looked. You and Harry in your hotel room at 7 in the morning. Him fully clothed and you in just a robe with nothing underneath. Not that he would have any way of knowing that but it felt like you were playing a game - him shirtless last night, you today. What would happen next?

“I wanted something different with this rollout. I wanted to be in control - I needed to be in control.”

“I’m not your emotional rebound Harry. I am here to do a job. I have to follow you around for the next few months and this,” you gestured between the two of you, “cannot get complicated. You have a way of making people feel things that you probably aren’t aware of and I cannot get caught up in that.”

You noticed his small smile and the dimples on his cheeks making it harder to focus, “We can be friends. You can do whatever you want. I just need to focus.”

“Friends.” He said.

“Friends.”

“So, friend… do you want to grab something for breakfast?” Harry asked.

You decided to go back down to enjoy the hotel breakfast.

“Shit. Fuck fuck fuck. I need to take this.” Harry was ignoring all the texts that were coming through his phone. He had his sound on until the amount of texts were getting too distracting. He turned the phone on silent completely and when he picked it back up and saw that he had 20 missed calls from Jeffrey and then began reading some of the text previews the feeling in the room changed. “Jeffrey, you’re kidding. Fuck.”

The last time you heard him this worked up was back in Coachella by the trailers when he was also consequently speaking to Jeffrey. Harry mouthed a small sorry before getting up from his seat. He was switching between talking on the phone, reading texts then quickly putting his phone back to his ear. You could also feel the anxiety radiating off his body.

“Can I ask what happened?”

Harry made his way back to your table. He was eating furiously and would not put his phone down. Whatever it was that Jeff told him on the phone could not have been good. “My entire album leaked.”

“What?” Your eyes were wide and in shock trying not to draw attention to the two of you, “how is that even possible?” You knew how secure everything was for your offices playback there was no way it was anyone in the industry no one would risk that blacklist.

“They’re trying to figure it out but yeah the entire album. Some stuff that I was saving for the next record too.” He was tense. You felt terrible, something he worked so hard on got just taken from him like that, “had this whole roll out planned and now s’not even fucking worth it.”

You did something that you probably shouldn’t have done but will think about later. You placed your hands over his, your thumbs running back and forth against his knuckles. He was frustrated and disappointed. He just performed one of the biggest stages of his career and can’t even enjoy the high from it because he’s been smacked right down to reality, “I’m so sorry,” you say again.

Harry looked up at you. His eyes found yours you could see the sadness and anger he was trying to hind, “S’just so fuckin’ frustrating work so hard for something and have it all planned out just for some idiot to come in and ruin it.” You let him rant and you listened because that was all you could really do at that moment. And once he was done his eyes were fixated on yours. A soft smile lifting up on his face. This was a moment you wanted to savor. You wish you could wrap the feeling up and store it somewhere for when you were feeling down. Harry looked into your eyes like you were the only person in the room. It was at this moment that you knew it was going to be something different.

You wish you had prepared yourself a bit better for what was to come.

Your trip to Italy felt a bit surreal. You weren’t originally planning on this being one of the stops in your tour with Harry but when he reached out to you asking if you could make the trip with him. He was going to spend a week in Italy before his week in New York.

You immediately said yes.

Your friendship was blossoming ever since your chat at Coachella. You spent every after work hours transcribing all the audio that you compiled from your time together at Coachella. It had been 2 weeks since you last saw him and you blamed the constant thinking about him on your job. You had to listen to him speak for hours and hours on end and you just wanted that feeling back the one you had in his trailer before he went on stage.

“Do you really think a trip to Italy with a world famous pop star is a good look?” Your boss called you into your office after Jeffrey had sent over all your flight information.

“It’s for a piece.”

“Do you really think it’s going to look that way? Going to his shows and performances is one thing but spending a week away with him? Is it really necessary?”

“If I was a male journalist would you be asking me all these questions?” In your years of experience turning it back on your boss always made them reevaluate how they were talking to you. You knew how to look, which you hated. You’d done nothing wrong.

“Just be careful okay?”

Your first day in Italy was a whirlwind. You had the worst travel experience, you were meant to get in in the afternoon and didn’t land in Rome until closer to midnight after a constant mess of delays. You were in communication with Harry about your flight troubles because he had been in charge of booking your transportation after much bickering about how you can definitely sort it out yourself. You made it through baggage claim and customs. You were searching for your name on a sign from one of the many drivers that were awaiting their customers' arrival but were finding no luck. You walked up and down the hallways trying to find whoever it was that you were looking for.

The driver probably got tired of waiting and got back in their car. You grabbed your phone out of your purse and called Harry

“Hey, you said you’d have a car ready for me? I can’t seem to find them?” You found one of the free benches on the wall and situated yourself on it, luckily you somehow packed all your belongings in one suitcase and had your giant tote placed on your shoulder.

“He should be pulling up right now”

“Really? What’s he driving?”

“A white 1970 Ford Capri.”

“What?”

Before you knew it there it was. A white 1970 Ford Capri with Harry behind the wheel. The mask that was firmly placed on his face allowed him to exit the car and help you cram your bag into his backseat.

“Harry, you didn’t have to do this, it’s very late, I could have figured it out myself.” You were sitting in the front seat of his car hyper aware of the proximity between the two of you. He put his address in the navigation and you were a 45 minute drive away.

“I wanted to,” Harry’s eyes met yours, “I wasn’t going to have you trying to navigate a new place at this time of night.”

“Well, thank you.”

Harry’s eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer than normal right before he began driving away from the airport. It was just going to be the two of you for the next few days before his assistant that you met at Coachella was going to join you in the middle of the week. Harry picking you up from the airport when he could have easily arranged for a car instead was definitely something that friends did, right? At least that’s what you kept repeating in your head on the car ride before you began drifting off to sleep.

Harry laid out the logistics of where you would be staying. When you agreed to this trip you knew that he was going to be providing a place for you to stay. He insisted that you take his bedroom since it was the biggest room in the house with the most privacy and a private patio.

“Harry, I can take one of the guest rooms. I promise it’s okay.” You were on your 30th argument about your sleeping arrangements and after a long travel day it was the last thing you cared to bicker about.

Harry was adamant that he was going to cook dinner for the two of you instead of going out to eat. “I’m a master at work here, serious stuff.” Harry had on an I ��️ Italy apron that was a gift from Jeffrey when he first bought this house.

You tried to hide your laugh, “Okay then, I’ll just sit here and watch and keep all my opinions to myself” you teased as you sat up on the kitchen counter that was furthest away from the stove. You felt his determination as he walked around the kitchen. He was familiar with everything around him. And right before he started he grabbed two wine glasses from the pantry and poured you a glass each. Your eyes meeting for a second for silent cheers, a Donny Hathaway song on vinyl playing softly in the background.

This is an excerpt from the profile:

Styles has spent a lot of time in Italy over the last few years. He has made a home for himself in a tiny village town far enough away from the tourist traps. A place where he truly feels like he is just like anyone else, “I’ve tried to live my life as normally as I can and obviously in some places I will get recognized a lot more than in others. So to have a place where I can come to bring my friends and family to and not have to worry about who has their phone out to take a quick picture is really nice.”

One may think it’s an odd choice for a post Coachella vacation. Going from playing in front of hundreds of thousands of people to being in a secluded town halfway across the world. But if you even spend a little bit of time with Harry, it makes perfect sense. He gives his all on stage and having the time to recoup and feel normal is important to him.

“When I first came here a lot of my neighbors were definitely annoyed.” Styles laughs as he recounts a story about how people were afraid that the town would now be hounded by fans and people just trying to find him, “but I have such a close relationship with a lot of the people here. So I can come here for weeks and weeks on end without anyone actually knowing where I am. It’s nice that anonymity is normal, it’s not to say I’m not grateful for the opportunities I’m given but there is comfort in knowing there are places where I can just be Harry.”

It couldn’t have been more true as you spent those few days with him. The demographic of people leaned older, they all treated Harry like their own son. He would wake up in the early morning hours to do a cold water plunge. After a few weeks of being in Styles’ orbit you too might find yourself in a cold water plunge on two. He then makes his way to the local cafe picking up a cappuccino for the way home. The ladies in the coffee shop always sneak in a few extra pastries into his take away bag. “When I come here I don’t really have any plans. I like to just see where the day takes me but one thing that I always do is this routine - cold water plunge, grab a coffee and a pastry and then come back home. I make myself breakfast , usually just some eggs and toast and then sit in my garden and enjoy the silence. The calm before the storm I guess.”

And that it was. Harry would have a week of promo in New York City before his One Night Only show where he will play Harry's House in full for the first time ever at UBS arena and then he’s off to London to do the same in Brixton and then embark on his UK/Europe tour for the first time since 2018. His schedule felt exhausting but when you see him up on that stage, you know it’s exactly where he should be.

Depending on who you ask, Harry styles will have little to no flaws. He can pull off wearing whatever it is his stylist puts him in and speaks to everyone with a level of politeness that is hard to come by these days. One thing I’ve learned that he is exceptionally bad at is cooking.

I blame it on the fact that I left home at 16. Harry says as he gathers all the ingredients for dinner. I can make the most basic of things: a toastie, a cup of tea and pasta. I am trying to get better at it though, no one wants to be 28 and unable to cook.

You finished eating dinner and were cleaning up your plates and mess in the kitchen. You and Harry had fallen into a comfortable silence. The sound of drawers opening, water running and occasionally clashing of plates while Harry was attempting to put things away. Over the last few days it felt like you were in a safe little bubble. You understood why Harry would come to this small town to recoup and spend time relaxing before major events. No one bothered the two of you. He was nothing more than just Harry to everyone you encountered. You were growing to like him, a sort of friendship forming underneath the circumstances of why you even came into his life. You started to let yourself think about the future and what happens once this job is over. As you sit down in the living room to watch a documentary with Harry you let your mind wander to what life would look like if you weren’t the journalist that he was hosting for a profile. Was any of this going to turn into something more?

You were laying on the couch together, Harry leaning over, finding your mouth in the process and melting into you. You felt your body on fire as the sounds of his lips against yours took over your hearing. You were no longer focused on whatever documentary you had on screen. Both of you smiled as he swiped his tongue into your mouth. The kisses were slow and sensual like he was taking his time to appreciate what happened. You had your hands in his hair, pulling and tugging for more. Harry began slowly kissing down your neck, swiping his tongue to lick and suck and watch as your body reacted.

You had one too many clothes for whatever he was trying to do but he didn’t have time to take off completely. Instead he pulled your shirt up not until after kissing alongside your collarbones and down your chest before finding your tits. His mouth sucking on your nipples just enough to get his first moan out of you. A self satisfied grin on his face before slowly kissing down to where you need him most. You pulled your own shorts down as Harry kissed down your stomach. He paused at the top of your underwear. He looked up at you looking for permission to keep going, you gave him a silent nod to keep going, pushing your hips up at him to follow. He kissed you over your underwear a few times. You were embarrassed at how wet you already were from just light kissing and touching, the response your body had for him was definitely working against you in the ‘playing it cool’ Factory. Harry pushed your underwear to the side. His mouth sucking on your clit as you could feel the fire inside you continuously burning. His mouth was made for this the way that he was licking up your slit before adjusting his position now. He pulled you forward, his hands now firmly grasping the top of your thighs. His nose was against your clit as his mouth kissed and sucked your center before sliding two fingers into you. You moved your hips to the motion of his fingers. You were in sensory overload as Harry encouraged you to your orgasm. Your breathing was heavy. You were squeezing and pulling at his hair before the bubble inside you finally popped.

“S’that’s my girl” was the last thing you heard in Harry's low and lazy drawl before you opened your eyes and shot up in bed. You looked around your room. You were alone. You peaked under the covers. You were fully clothed.

Fuck.

You were off that entire morning. Stumbling over your words, avoiding eye contact with Harry and trying your hardest to have minimal conversation with him. When Harry mentioned that he was going to the market and wondered if you would join him, you were quick to say no. He didn’t push you any further, finally giving you some alone time to think. When he came back you were still in the same position, laying out in the garden trying to read a book.

“What’s wrong?” Harry said bluntly. You heard him come in the door and put some of the groceries away. You hoped he would take the hint and stay inside but you should have known by now it isn’t that easy to get anything past Harry.

“What?” You put your book down and stood up to face him. For the first time today you really took him all in. His hair felt like it got longer by the minute. He had a tiny scrunch at the top of his head. He was wearing red and green striped shorts and a worn vintage Jamaica t-shirt.

“You’ve been acting all strange today, did something happen?” His hands were on his hips, a genuine concern in his voice and body language.

“Sorry, I just have had a ton on my mind.” You began walking towards the door to get inside closer to Harry so you weren’t shouting across the yard.

“You should really stop apologizing for everything. You say sorry before every sentence even though you’ve done nothing wrong.” Harry says, softly.

“Sorry,” Harry raises his brows proving his point once again, “it’s just a habit.”

“So, shall we start the recording process soon? I grabbed us some dinner for later,”

“Yes - let me just grab my things.” You say as you begin walking towards the guest room. You grab your items and pause to look at yourself in the mirror. You were in a white button down and light wash denim jeans. You looked good, effortless which was what you were aiming for.

You were here to do a job. And you were going to make sure it was a damn good one.

After your time in Italy you and Harry began a texting relationship. He would let you know his schedule for his week in NYC. You were going to be in the city to attend his One Night Only show and you were trying and failing at trying to figure out a time to get together. You were on your way to dinner with a few friends in the city when you got a call from Harry. You stopped on one of the busy streets to pick up, “Hey, is everything alright?”

Harry chuckled on the phone the low breathy laugh that transported you back to the first time you met him, “M’fine just have Stern tomorrow morning, I guess…” he paused. You walked into a quieter street putting the phone closer to your ear wishing you could easily transport yourself to him. “I’m just a big nervous I guess… thought I could use the wise advice from a journalist.”

You laugh, “Oh, really? What could this wise journalist you know tell you?”

You sat on the phone for much longer than anticipated fielding all of Harry’s nerves and letting him know that he could handle the situation. He was afraid of the questions that he didn’t want to answer but knew it was all everyone wanted to talk about. Even when speaking with you Harry skirts around the situation being as vague as he can. You let him know that he has the power to take control of the interviews -- even with someone like Stern. Reassuring him that just by being himself he would be doing enough.

Once you got to dinner with your friends, a text came through your phone.

Thanks for the pep talk, my mum’s going to be happy to not have been woken up by a phone call at 2am. Have a nice dinner, tell your friends I say hiiiiiiiiii x

This is an expert from the article:

Harry’s One Night Only release shows have become a sort of tradition. It started back in 2017 when he performed his first self-titled album at the Troubadour; the show was announced on the day and tickets were $20. For Fine Line they upgraded the venue to the Forum but kept the same ticket price. Harry’s House was now going to be performed in full at the UBS Arena in Long Island where Harry closed out his 2021 Love On Tour North American run. The concert was also going to be streamed on Apple Music for those that want to watch from around the world.

The opening chords to his album begin playing, Music For A Sushi Restaurant and every single person in the arena is up dancing, screaming every single word to the song. And the momentum continued through every song. Styles’ went through every song of his album sharing different anecdotes about making the album throughout each song. The energy of the crowd was electric, excitement was tangible and if anyone thought Harry Styles success was a fluke they were mistaken. Every single seat in the arena was taken. The floors were shaking and for those 90 minutes nothing else mattered in the world.

Harry’s managers had a little after party in the UBS Arena green room. His entire band and crew and their significant others and friends were all over the backstage area of the arena. You found your way back there after coordinating with one of the security, you had an all-access pass that allowed you anywhere backstage. The party felt like the same one at Coachella but on a much smaller scale. There was food and a congratulatory cake, they had table tennis and different arcade games scattered all around. You felt less like an outsider once you found Glenne, she gave you a warm embrace and quickly invited you into the circle of girls who you got to chatting with right away, you noticed how she introduced you as “Harry’s friend” rather than your profession - something you wouldn’t push any further on.

You were in conversation about potential brunch plans with your new found friends, trying to coordinate your schedules when Harry walked into the room. You felt his larger than life presence once you heard a few people say his name before congratulating him. You immediately noticed how everyone continued on with whatever conversation, game or food they were eating.Everyone here he was comfortable with - they were like family to him, he wasn’t Harry Styles The Worldwide Pop Star he was just Harry. An older or younger brother figure to everyone in the room. There was no press to worry about, no one that was going to sneak a picture or video.

Once you noticed that he was alone for a second eyeing the food table you excused yourself from the group and walked over to him tapping him on the shoulder before he turned around and scooped you into a giant hug, “Congratulations, you were incredible out there.”

“Thank you, I’m really glad you came.” Harry said with a wide smile.

Harry grabbed some food and you made yourself a plate as well and grabbed a seat at one of the empty couches. Harry told you about all the interviews he had done that week. How much your phone call positively affected him. You talked about your upcoming schedules and how you weren’t going to see each other for a few weeks because he was going back to London before Wembley and you had to go back to LA for work. And then your conversation began to pivot to just general life stuff. He had another One Night Only show planned in London, he always did one there because he wanted his family involved as much as possible. Since his mom and sister couldn’t make it to Coachella this was going to be the first time they’d see him perform this year, “They’re like the two most important people in my life so having them in the crowd calms all my nerves.” He was opening up to you when he didn’t have to. There was no recording device, no notebook in hand with a list of questions. It was just you and him talking about insecurities, anxieties and families.

Slowly, the room around you got quieter and quieter. People began clearing out, heading out to whatever after that was planned. You and Harry were the only people left in the room.

“So…” He spoke after a lull in your conversation.

“So…” You did your best to imitate his voice.

You didn’t realize how much you were anticipating this moment. Whatever question or inquiry he had you were ready to answer and act on it. Harry’s focus moved from your eyes to your lips and back -- once, twice, three times. He was hesitating. The same hesitation that was felt back at Coachella, in his kitchen in Italy and countless times on your walks to and from the market. You both knew that crossing this line was going to be a point of no return. So, when Harry’s body began moving closer and closer, you let go of all inhibitions - fuck it you thought as you move to meet Harry in the middle, your lips centimeters apart.

“Hey, we got the last car waiting…” You and Harry quickly separate trying your hardest to not make it look like you were moments away from kissing. It was one of the assistants to his manager, a young girl that you met for a brief moment early in the day. Now, she was going to have the best gossip of the office. “Sorry… I just,” she continued, “We just have one more car waiting for you all when you are ready. No rush, sorry.” She quickly filed out of the room.

“We’re going to have to work on our timing,” Harry said as he leaned back, shaking his head.

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