#if they have NEVER HEARD or seen it before they will READ it in their accent

[rafesbangs]

𝜗𝜚 bunny!reader has always had a thing for a regular at her bookstore, older!rafe only comes in to see her

c!w; mdni !! older!rafe, dom!rafe, bunny!reader, age-gap (reader is 18+), size kink, rafe gets called 'daddy' a few times, dirty talk, mutual pining obviously, 'unprotected' sex, p in v, creampie, overstimulation (if you squint), cum play, cum eating, oral (f. receiving)

notes; i had such bad writer's block during the making of this so i apologise if this isn't my best work... also its kinda long before the smut but it needed some plot !!

you'd just gotten a job at a new cozy bookstore in town. it was perfect, had rows and rows of every genre of book a person could think of and a lovely little cafe with a cozy area to read in too. you loved working there, and had recently gotten much more comfortable after finally getting the hang of everything.

there were quite a few regulars that would come in for the coffee and a book, lots were mothers with quiet children that would sit down in the children's corner and read, others were just people of all ages that particularly enjoyed sitting in the bookstore for hours.

you were stacking shelves the first time you saw him; tall, gorgeous and smiling slightly under his cute scruffy moustache. he was flicking through the non-fiction books. though he didn't look like someone that read, adorned in workwear and partially grubby clothing, most likely from his blue collar job.

you could tell he was definitely older, around ten years your senior but still so pretty. after that first minor interaction you started seeing him come in a lot more, every other day basically. you'd worked up the courage to say hi to him after a few more times of seeing him and although your face was probably bright red, he smiled wide and started a conversation with you.

after the ice had been broken you would always talk to him when he came into the bookstore, it got to a point where he wasn't even pretending to be interested in the books around him anymore, he obviously had come in there to see you again.

rafe had also started coming in early before work started, he looked so good in his carhartt jacket and big boots, not yet dirty from a days work. he'd make sure you were the one to make his coffee, always mumbling something about you having a secret gift as he grinned, letting his hand linger over yours when he'd take his cup.

the tension between the two of you was palpable, your friends and co-workers would make jokes about how no one needed to read romance books in there anymore, they had a whole story playing out in front of them.

you would always laugh and smile at their comments, smitten over the idea of being with rafe but there was always the lingering thought that it was just friendly flirting. nothing more. he probably had a girlfriend, or a wife or something. he was too old and too gorgeous, why would he actually want anything to do with little old you.

these thoughts had you spiralling significantly on one particular day; what if you were wasting all your time and feelings on this older guy that would never want you? would you ever get over him? would you be alone forever?

you were zoning out - hard - as you slid the last few books of your shift onto the shelf, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw him standing in front of you with a grin.

"sorry, did i give you a fright?" he mumbled, steadying you with his touch, "'thought you'd heard me when i said y'name but there must be s'much goin' on in that head of yours."

you took a breathe and smiled weakly at him, not being able to shake your pessimistic thoughts from seconds before as he stood in front of you, handsome and speaking.

"no, sorry- lots on my mind i guess" you shrugged, fiddling with your fingers. rafe's brow furrowed, he'd seen you stressed and frustrated because of work but never like this, anxious and pensive.

he tilted his head a little, "what's wrong hm?" he softly coaxed, looking deep into your eyes as he reached out and rubbed your arm with his thumb.

you looked up at him through your lashes, "nothing.. nothing really..." you mumbled, chewing your lip a little.

his gaze darkened as he watched you, "something you wanna ask me bunny?"

you shook your head after shuddering at the nickname. a nickname only rafe used with you, it never failed to give you goosebumps down your body and cause your thighs to squeeze together a little, "don't worry.. er, i'm about to close up in a minute - you don't mind walking me to my car do you?"

his pursed lips melted into a smile and he looked up for a second before nodding. you smiled at him before finally putting away the last few things and grabbing the bookstore's keys. rafe followed you out as you left the store and locked the doors from the outside.

"cold tonight hmm" rafe remarked, looking out at the dim parking lot and neighbouring streets as he walked close to you. you hummed in agreement, readjusting the jacket tighter around you.

when you finally reached your car you looked up at him with a longing smile before he tilted his head, grinning at you, "you gonna tell me what you were thinking about earlier?"

you shook your head, nerves chewing at your lip again.

"c'mon, 'm not gonna see you tomorrow, 'ts your day off bunny, can't make me just wonder all this time hm?" he playfully whined, inching his body closer to yours. you were a little stunned by his words.

"you remember my day off's tomorrow?" the nerves were rising in your tummy now, bubbling around and exploding.

he smirked, sliding your hand into his, "course i'd know when the only reason i go into that bookshop isn't there."

"rafe" you gushed, covering your face a little and shaking your head. you couldn't believe your ears, you thought you weren't stupid or anything but here you were, hearing that he wanted you the whole time. "i thought you were just.. i don't know, entertaining the idea of me this whole time..."

his lips parted and brow furrowed as if it was completely incomprehensible that he might've not actually wanted you, "bunny... you must be talking pure shit now because i thought i'd made it obvious i wanted you from the second i'd gotten to know you."

you chewed at your lip, heat pooling in your tummy as he instinctively inched closer to you as he spoke. all you wanted to do now was jump his bones, and you kept glancing down at the bulge in his pants as it became closer and closer to you.

he noticed your wandering eyes and laughed a little, throwing his head back before sliding both hands up your arms carefully, "...so you said you don't have heating huh?"

you nodded, feeling dizzy at the realisation of what he was about to ask you.

he scoffed with a grin, "see, i've got heating at my place that works pretty well, and - bunny, with the way you're looking at me right now, i think we're better off going there."

you smiled, staring up at him through your lashes before nodding and in an instant he'd grabbed your hand, leading you to his truck. the drive was probably fairly quick, but it felt like hours of agony to the both of you as you patiently waited. rafe's hand was possessively gripping your thigh and you felt wetness in your panties thinking about where else his hands would trail to.

it was a blur, stumbling out of his truck and into his house, you barely looked at the place before the two of you, sloppy and all over each other, had made it to his bedroom. your body was on vibrate but he took a second to take his huge jacket and long sleeve shirt off.

you breathed heavily, eyes widening when street light through the window illuminated his toned chest, he was built like a greek god and you nearly moaned at the thought of all that being all over you.

he teasingly peeled your clothes off, article by article, grinning all the way. he could see you twitching and heavily breathing at every movement, it only fuelled him more.

finally you were in nothing but panties and a bra, matching of course, which made rafe's eyes go wild, "jesus, look at you." he breathed, running his hands along the side of your body as you lay under him.

you slid your arms around his neck and tried to pull him in but he grinned at your lack of strength and you frowned playfully, squirming at the lack of action.

"you gonna ask nicely bunny?" his lips were centimetres away from yours, he was really enjoying teasing you now.

"please... please i want you inside me so bad" you whined, pouting and running your hands into his shaggy mullet. he smirked and leaned in, passionately pressing his lips to yours, engulfing you in heat.

your hands pulled at his jeans, ripping down the zipper as you slid a palm across his clothed cock, gasping at his lips over how big you found him to be.

he tugged himself out of his boxers before lowering down to your core, you burned with desire as you watched the greek god looming over you, slowly bully his cock into your weeping hole.

you groaned at the feeling, his cock slowly slipping all the way down, filling you to the hilt. your grip around his neck tightened, along with his hands holding you steady at your hips.

he drilled into you at an unrelenting pace, the sound of his cock diving in and out of your wet pussy causing him to groan gutturally, "uhghh, you like this big cock baby? c'mon, tell me you've been thinking about daddy's cock since you met me hmm"

you eyes were rolling back, the pleasure becoming too much already, "mmmh i think about daddy's cock all the time... oh! fuuuck."

you looked down at your tummy, a clear huge bulge poking everytime rafe drove his dick into you, only making you dizzier. he was just so big.

a creamy line of arousal was thick around the base of rafe's cock, your breath all ragged as he continued to drill into you, toying with your clit to overstimulate you.

you were shaking under him, one hand gripping onto a bicep and the other tugging the sheets beside you. the sheer girth of him was splitting you open, rafe grinned at the yelps escaping your lips with every thrust.

"pussy's swallowing me whole, fuck bunny" he grunted into your lips, launching in for yet another seering kiss while his thrusts became sloppy but deeper. plap-plap-plap filled the room along with your pornographic moans.

"nghh daddy, i'm- oh, g'na cum!" you cried, nails digging into his flesh.

he was panting into your neck, "'know baby, can feel your pussy milking me- fuuuuuck" you felt the rush of your orgasm as rafe's thick white ropes coated your insides. he continued to thrust into you a few more times, watching your pussy swallow all his cum before pulling out.

"such a good bunny, look at that shit.." he mumbled, dragging a finger over your wet whole, playing with and pushing his release back into you. "so wet..."

he dipped his head down, lapping up both your juices that had coated your folds. you twitched from the sensation, still recovering from his cock.

"rafeee- oh god- too sensitive.." you whined, hand laced in his hair. he lifted his head and looked at you with a grin, his moustache gleaming with wetness.

"oh bunny now that i've had you, shit, i'm never letting my little girl go."

[eternalera]

so people have been wondering why caitvi is a lot less popular now within the arcane fandom than ships with timebomb or jayvik and as someone who ships them let me explain mostly why this is happening, of course mostly from the writing perspective as there is likely some misogyny included in said reason but thats just what ive heard and not seen (this does NOT mean it isnt happening though). and im also not including it because im just addressing why even some caitvi shippers (that i know) ended up not caring for it in s2

(click read more because this... this is a long one)

first off im stating that this is just a combination of what ive seen from other people and my own opinions. in your opinion these points can be completely dogshit and thats okay because they're opinions. not fact. with that being said lets get started.

1. Tension, s2 act 2 kills almost ALL of the tension that the first act sets up. in the first act you have them getting together, you have them finally kissing and breaking the previous tension in s1 then to keep people interested in the ship in the same episode they have them breakup. and this works people talked a SHIT ton about this and were going feral over it, looking at the trailer and seeing 'oh look at emo vi and her dictator gf!!' and even the 'there are two ways to handle a gay break up' memes. it was all over.

people were feral, waiting for the next act to see them interact and have beef with each other (before inevitably getting back together because we all knew it would happen). but in act two we dont really get that. we get the aftermath from vi's perspective and kinda cait's???? but then we have their interaction and people are hyped at this moment. because this is the moment. the one that they were all waiting for and there's a small scuffle before... it stops.

vi calls cait cupcake and... all if forgiven rather quickly in that scene (obviously in act 3 they have some more drama but we'll talk about it later). they have their moment and its cute. you have cait folding after being called cupcake, its cute. but thats just the thing. its nothing else but cute. there are still stakes dont get me wrong but that moment is just... so bad for cait's character. she has the whole dictator arc and it just takes vi calling her a pet name for her to switch sides.

and yes its adorable, its everything you want in a ship. but it doesnt really make sense when you take in account everything that they've been building up for cait. her dictator arc, her gassing zaun, training with ambessa, losing her mother, breaking up with vi. it all seems undermined by vi calling her a petname and all of the sudden the tension is taken out of their relationship.

they get back together (sorta) and help plan to take down ambessa and that's all it took. its like having a really evil villain who did a ton of bad things but the good guy gives them a pep talk (vi doesnt even do that) and all of the sudden their mind changes completely

it's not realistic, it doesn't make sense.

then you have act 3 and where vi actually confronts cait about ambessa and her going along with her actions and they have a small argument thats kinda just resolved by cait saying that she knows what she did wrong and that she tried helping jinx not get arrested too and then BAM there's a shift in the argument and then we're back to jinx and it never gets brought up again (correct me if im wrong)

their relationship follows this, happy moment, create something that causes tension, build up tension, refuse to follow through.

its like its tightening a string on an instrument to get a tone but before you pluck it the string loosens and all of the sudden you get this really really dull and kinda disgusting sound that doesn't leave you feeling 100% satisfied in the end

or if you're an artist almost filling in a circle completely but at the last second you color just a little bit outside the lines. it's not satisfying.

2. The sex scene, this is just mostly stuff ive seen and while i dont agree with all of it i must say that they do have their valid points of thinking that the scene was a little misplaced. most of the complaints of seen of this is that vi was out of character and that she should've been looking for jinx since it was implied that jinx was going to kill herself to 'fix' everything. and while i dont think vi couldve really known this i do see where theyre coming from as vi is inherently protective of jinx and her actions and even if there was the slightest chance that she might harm herself vi would do anything in her power to stop it and... she just doesnt.

when cait unlocks the cell she doesnt rush out to jinx, she just wallows a bit longer and mopes (WHICH IS FUCKING VALID BTW). then you have cait talk to her and... SEX. yeah there is other stuff between that but some people felt that they shouldve had them have their talk and then had vi rush out to help jinx.

a lot of people also felt that cait was taking advantage of vi in this moment (i do NOT agree with this at all) to an emotional extent and saying how the scene didnt feel right because vi wasnt in her best state (i agree slightly with this) and that the sex in the cell wasnt really reclaiming anything from all those years of being in the cell like the directors originally intended it to

then you have people saying that it was misplaced (and i kinda agree) and that it just felt so sudden for the both of them especially considering everything with them and then there's the next reason...

3. Caitlyn herself, there was so much drama about her character. in the first arc you have people defending her actions and who were ready to die for her and people getting mad at her, saying she was the worst and that she didnt deserve vi after what she did to her. this also comes with her character being set up to do a lot of evil shit in the future. there was drama (when is there not) and that meant the majority of people loved or hated her with a slim minority not really caring her for at all.

she was implied to have gassed zaun (actually its not even really implied as she, vi, and the gang do it that one episode in a montage and they actually show them doing it for like... a scene or two) and overall just have been a really shitty person to zaunites. she slept with maddie (which people HATED) and they kept leading up to her being the big bad the person who vi would have to convince but once again... they meet and all tension is ruined.

cait's character is one of the best and worst things in arcane. they did such a good job setting her up only to fumble last second and yeah... thats enough to effectively kill a ship as one half of it is the other character (assuming is a monogamy ofc) and 50% is not passing. people arent going to be as committed to a ship when they hate the other character in it and thats just a fact

4. Time, it just... didnt work. timebomb got a full episode (practically) devoted to it and jayvik was kinda in there as crumbs. not to mention that their entire arc is sprinkled a lot more effectively and more long lasting throughout s2 of arcane. with timebomb THEY GOT A WHOLE EPISODE

people already like both characters of ekko and jinx so yeah theyre going to go feral over what coudlve been. the dance, everything and it effectively builds up tension with showing us how good everything couldve been and fully releases it in a satissfying way with ekko's leave. with jayvik you have him going insane and realizing that he has to kill viktor in order to stop what happens in the future (GIVING US THE ANSWER TO WHAT HAPPENED IN EP6 and this also gives us more tension in the relationship when viktor comes back).

you have ekko stopping jinx from ending her life (another reason people didnt like the sex scene cause jinx was actively trynna off herself during it) and telling her to give living another chance because you can build something more you can start again. and you also have the implications of them drawing on themselves in the artbook and just in general during the show. you have the hot air balloon contraption that they create. its everything

jayce then meets with viktor in the room and there is tension so much tension and it all goes to them. then you have jayce confronting and giving himself to viktor on the battlefield and its so well written. now, personally i have my issues with how jayce talk not jutsu-ed viktor into stop being evil or whatever (personally that scene was like a 6/10 for me). "BUT WAIT WHAT ABOUT YOUR COMPLAINTS WITH VI AND CAIT AND CAIT FOLDING AFTER BEING CALLED CUPCAKE?!?!" they would be lessened if we were shown them talking and discussing what happened, what went wrong. with them we dont do that, we dont get the release of them regretting what they've done, their actions. that declaration of love.

with jayvik we do (love can be interpreted as romantic or platonic) and they probably spend more time in that scene talking about each other and how much they care for one another than caitvi do in the entirety of s2 when it comes to discussing their relationship.

basically what happened was that the writers confirmed 'yes theyre canon now, nothing else is going to happen to them. okay time to focus on other things' and caitvi got sidelined SO HARD in the end that come people stopped caring for them entirely and put more attention to ships and dynamics that were getting more attention and love from the show.

basically thats all i could think of and its 1am so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes lol. tell me if i got anything wrong, if you agree or just your general opinions on the matter because this is what i could find/gather about them. have a good day/night everybody :)

[rikiislvr]

unavailable . 2 - nishimura riki

pairing: afab!reader x nishimura riki

summary: fresh out a relationship with a heavy heart, niki seeks comfort in his best friend, not knowing you were falling for him

warnings: cussing

ps. read part 1 if you’d like! :)

the next morning, you woke up first, looking down, you seen niki laid against your arm, dried tears stained his face, you couldn’t help but feel horrible for him.

you were knocked out of your thoughts from the sound of his phone buzzing on your nightstand, you reach over just incase it was his parents,

but no… it was ivy.

- 3 unread messages -

vy <3 : niki? it’s morning now.. can you reply?

vy <3 : i’m sry i ended things that way, i meant to do it sooner!

vy <3: pls can u call me?

you couldn’t help but scoff at the messages, you cared about ivy, but you would’ve never expected for her to do what she did, you were hoping there was a truly valid reason on why she ended things off 5 months into the relationship…

you look down as you felt niki shuffle in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open, he blinked softly before looking up at you,

“was that my phone going on?” he mumbled, you nod and handed him his phone, he read the screen and sighed, putting his phone down on the bed and laying his head back down on your arm.

“don’t force yourself to reply. it’s bullshit ki..” you reassure, he nods, “i just don’t know why.. she wouldn’t tell me when i asked.” he sighs, “what actually happened?” you say.

he sat up, making you sit up too, his pushed his hair back before clearing his throat, “we were walking in the empty park after we got dinner.. it was going fine, she was smiling and… i was laughing. we were holding hands. suddenly a change in her energy was shown..”

you tilt your head,

“she suddenly stopped walking and.. told me she didn’t wanna hurt me but.. she couldn’t do this relationship anymore. i tried to ask for more of an explanation but she let go of my hand and ran home..” he sighs.

you couldn’t help but shake your head, niki felt tears forming in his eyes again, “don’t cry ki… i’m so sorry.” you frowned, “how about we do something today? get your mind off things?” you try,

he nods slowly, wiping his eyes, you sighed again, you couldn’t handle seeing him this way, you quickly got up, “alright. you have to sneak out my window, go home and get cleaned up and come back, we’ll go do something fun okay!” you smiled, trying to break the sad barrier.

he chuckled at your consideration, he nods and got up, you helped him out your window before turning to your bathroom to get ready.

-

you were waiting for niki to ring the doorbell downstairs, wearing a white skirt and a pretty pink sweater, you grabbed your bag before you heard the doorbell,

you quickly ran downstairs to see your mom opened the door already,

“niki! it’s nice to see you, i’m assuming you’re here for y/n?” she says, niki nods, your mom steps aside as you walk up to him, “hey,” you smile, “hi.” he replied,

your mom chuckled before closing the door, “okay so, where are we going?” niki cleared his throat. “sh! let me surprise you, you’re gonna have to put this on when we get somewhat close.” you pull out a bandana to cover his eyes.

he chuckled and rubbed his neck, “alright then.” he nods.

-

on the bus, you two got a couple of weird stares due to him having on a bandana, but you brushed it off and dragged him off the bus when the stop arrived.

“i just tripped over so many people’s feet..” niki groaned as the bus took off, you two stood outside your favorite childhood spot.

it was a pretty park, a nice trail with so many flowers, and of course, the bench you two always sat on to do everything.

you lead him over to the bench, it still had the painted hand marks on the seats.

one pink hand mark, and one blue hand mark, you smiled to yourself. you two haven’t been here since highschool started, due to how much you’ve been busy.

“y/nnn.. take this off of me nowww.” he groaned again, you chuckled, “go on.” you smile,

he removed the bandana with ease, blinking to adjust to the world again, his eyes drifted around the familiar surroundings, and down at the bench. he smiled softly.

“gosh. we haven’t been here in so long.” he says softly, you nod, he aligned his hand to his old hand mark, which didn’t fit since his hands grew a lot from when you two were young.

you giggled and aligned your hand to your smaller hand print too, “damn, we’ve grown haven’t we.”

“i’m shocked no one’s painted over it or.. scraped it off.” he chuckled and sat down on his side, you sat beside him, “they better not! or we’ll just redo it.” you shrug,

niki chuckled to himself, he looked around, you couldn’t help but stare at him, the wind blew his bangs away from his eyes, giving you a better access to his full face, you couldn’t help but smile.

you felt so bad.

his heart was pure gold. it hurt to see him like this, you knew he was trying to put a smile on around you but, deep down you knew his heart was breaking..

him and ivy have been dating since freshmen year, you guys are seniors now.. so you can only imagine how bad this must be on him.

suddenly he looked down, and before you knew it.. he burst into tears.

your heart breaks.. literally.

“oh.. ki.” you frown and pull him in your arms, he sobbed softly in your shoulder, you closed your eyes at the sounds of his crying.

“i’m sorry..” you whisper, suddenly he lifts his head back up, looking at you with teary eyes, tears streaming down his face.

you instantly wiped the tears from his cheeks, sucking in your lips in guilt. “i should’ve waited until i got you out huh?” you chuckled awkwardly.

“no..” he shook his head, “i’m glad you did actually.. i feel…” he cut himself off..

“i feel complete being back here again.” he smiled, you smiled back at him, “ki?” you call, he raised an eyebrow softly,

“you know i’m always here for you? even if we grow up and.. meet other people. you’ll always hold your spot in my heart.” you reassure, he smiled softly and shifted himself,

he laid his head on your shoulder as you two stare out to the flowers.

he didn’t say anything, but you didn’t need him too.

you look down at him, you admired his face, his faint freckles, the way his hair laid on his forehead so nicely.

for some odd reason.. you felt your heart flutter, you quickly looked away..

no.. you can’t catch feelings for your literal best friend, especially when he’s fresh out a relationship. he needs a shoulder to lean on, not a new problem.

you cleared your throat, “should we go get ice cream? that always cheered us up.” you say, he nods and stood up slowly, lending his hand out for you.

you hesitate, niki noticed and tilts his head slightly, you clear your throat again and grab his hand before lifting yourself up.

“lead the way” you say, he nods slowly and you two began to walk in a comfortable silence.

you thought to yourself.. get yourself together.

now’s not the time.

a/n: so do i keep continuing this ooorrrrr lmk !

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[lily-fics-11]

I Can See You: Chapter 9 (Ellie Williams, TLOU)

I Can See You

Fic master post here

*Not beta read

Chapter 9

A night out at a party and a day l in bed with Ellie.

Word count: 3.7k

CW: *Ellie and reader are both 18*, profanities, sexual innuendo/references, drinking, mentions of weed, sexual situation that almost gets smutty

On Friday night you and Ellie text until she passes out. You can tell she was trying to stay up to talk to you because she fell asleep without saying goodnight.

In the morning, she sends you an adorable good morning text and apologizes profusely for falling asleep on you. 

You text a lot throughout the day and in the evening, you go over to Nicole’s house to eat dinner and get ready for the party. 

About a million questions are asked about your date with Ellie before you’ve even made it all the way into the house. 

Getting ready all together you eat dinner, do your hair and makeup, and help each other pick out what to wear.

Upon arriving at the party with your friends you all grab drinks. 

Ellie wasn't there yet but she must have arrived soon after because within 15 minutes of being there you feel arms wrap around your waist and you smell the familiar scent of the woodsy fragrance she wears. 

“Hello beautiful,” she whispers in your ear. You turn around in her arms to kiss her. 

“Hi pretty girl,” you smile widely, seeing the way that the nickname flusters Ellie.

When you turn back towards your friends, she smiles at them and waves. 

“It’s nice to see you guys,” Ellie says to them.

“You too!” Teresa says with excitement. Melissa gives her a smile and a nod. Nicole smirks looking at Caroline’s reaction, she is looking Ellie up and down with suspicion. 

“Do you mind if I steal her for a few minutes?” Ellie asks nervously, directing the question at everyone but glancing nervously at Caroline.

“Of course!” Teresa answers for everyone. Nicole and Melissa laugh at Caroline, who Ellie is looking at for the final verdict.

“Fine,” Caroline sighs, seeing how happy you are and how desperate Ellie is for approval.

Ellie thanks them and takes you by the hand over to her friends.

Brooke is the first to say hi, she lets go of her boyfriend Danny to give you a hug which you were not expecting.

“Uh, hi?” It comes out as a question because you weren’t expecting such a warm greeting. 

“It’s so nice to meet you!” She says that like she’s never seen you before, despite that fact you’ve been going to the same school since kindergarten. 

“It’s nice to meet you too…” You play along for Ellie’s sake. It’s not worth getting into. 

Danny shakes your hand and introduces himself.

Mark does the same, but being the player that he is he’s clearly checking you out. He pats Ellie on the back and smirks. “Nice!”

Anna and Tim who are suspicious of you study you, though they seemed surprised by how attractive you are. They probably heard that you were her tutor and expected some movie cliche. They reluctantly say hi.

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” you smile at them, praying that you’re making a good first impression. 

“So… you’re Ellie’s girlfriend.” Anna asks as if she doesn’t quite believe it.

“Yeah,” you smile, loving the sound of being called that.

“Ellie’s first girlfriend! It’s so exciting!” Brooke practically sings. She’s clearly been waiting for this moment for a long time. 

“You are not what I expected,” Mark chuckles, still checking you out. Ellie gives him a little shove, they both laugh and he rolls his eyes, begrudgingly stopping his eyes from wandering over your figure. 

“You’ve made Ellie and I better friends, we’ve bonded over having really awesome girlfriends.” Danny kisses the top of Brooke’s head. 

Looking at Ellie you reply “that’s so sweet.”

“Now I don’t have to worry about calling girls the wrong name”, Mark laughs.

“Have you actually done that?” You laugh. 

“Well I’ve done it on purpose twice, those girls were bitchy to Ellie and I wanted to piss them off. The other… I’m not sure how many times… those were all accidents. I swear!”

The whole group starts laughing, as if that is not at all true. Brooke and Danny make small talk, congratulating you on being the valedictorian and your Ivy League acceptances. Ellie told them all about it, they said she’s so proud of you. The small talk comes to a natural end after discussing your days and Ellie’s lacrosse and the weather. It went better than expected and you are very grateful for that.

With her arm around your waist Ellie gets drinks for both of you. Alcohol isn’t necessary for you to have a good time together but there’s nothing wrong with a little buzz. After making your way back over to your friends and Ellie successfully chatting with them the two of you finish your drinks and grab more. Once they are poured Ellie takes you by the hand and drags you to where people are dancing.

“I didn’t think you were much of a dancer,” you tease Ellie and she smirks. “I’m not, but I want to see you dance, baby.”

Wrapping your arms around Ellie’s neck she firmly plants her hands on your waist. Her grip is possessive, anyone that looks at the two of you will know that you are hers. It’s not a way she’s ever been with another girl. She’s never felt the way she does about you about anyone else. You begin moving to the music, Ellie watches in awe of how hot you are. 

Out of the corner of your eye you notice a lot of eyes on you. You and Ellie together is not something that anyone expected. 

People were watching when you started dancing and people watched you all night. It makes you anxious at first but eventually you finish your third drink and are having too good of a time to care. With Ellie holding you like this you could do just about anything. 

At the end of the night Ellie doesn’t want to say goodbye. Neither do you, but she’s a little more dramatic about it. The couple of drinks she had, it ended up being a few more than you, certainly aren’t helping. But her clinginess is just so damn cute. 

With her arms around your waist and her face in the crook of your neck she whines “Baby I’m going to miss you so much!”

“Me too pretty girl, how about we hang out tomorrow? It’s spring break this week so I don’t have to get any homework done.”

Ellie perks up and pulls away to look at your face. “Really?!”

“Of course, Ellie. I’m your girlfriend, so I kind of like you!” You giggle at the way her mood changed so suddenly at the thought of getting to see each other. The way her face lights up with excitement makes you want to kiss her all over it. You settle for a kiss on her nose and she giggles too.

Ellie Williams? Giggling? Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe she’s just that down bad for you. Probably both. 

The kiss goodbye that Ellie gives is over the stop. Long, drawn out, and romantically passionate. When she pulls away from you a goofy grin is plastered across her flushed face. Is she blushing from the alcohol or from that kiss? Probably both.

Your friends are watching nearby. Caroline is over it, Nicole thinks PDA is gross, Melissa is laughing at those two, and Teresa looks like she’s watching a Nicolas Sparks movie. As for Ellie’s friends, Brooke and Danny are too busy sucking each other's faces to really notice, Mark left with a girl a while ago. The other two are actually waiting next to your friends for Ellie, surprisingly, though they are getting pretty impatient. 

Nicole’s older sister picks you and your friends up. Everyone is buzzing about Ellie. 

Back at Nicole’s house it’s hard to go to sleep, thinking about and texting, Ellie but eventually you pass out. 

The next morning you wake up to a good morning text from Ellie and she wants to pick you up from Nicole’s house so you can hang out as soon as possible. You talk her out of it so that you have time to shower and make yourself look nice for her before hanging out.

After leaving Nicole’s you go home and get ready, opting for cute but comfortable clothes since you are just hanging out around her house today. 

Once you are ready and drive over you arrive at Ellie’s in the early afternoon. You wave to Joel, who is outside mowing the lawn before Ellie lets you in. 

She grabs you by the waist and drags you in for a long kiss.

“Hello beautiful,” she smiles, admiring your face after she kisses you. 

Ellie takes you into her room and it’s even more Ellie than you expected. The space posters, the knickknacks and figurines, plus a ton of hand drawn sketches. 

“Did you make those?” You ask, pointing up at the drawings.

“The sketches? Yeah!” Ellie says as if it’s obvious. 

“You never told me you could draw!” You exclaim, playfully punching her arm. 

Ellie shrugs and blushes a little. “It’s just something I do for fun sometimes.”

A charcoal drawing of a T-Rex catches your eye, you get a little closer to it and notice the intricate details. “Ellie, this is really good. And I’m not just saying that you’re really talented.”

Looking back at Ellie her gaze is fixed on the floor. “Thanks,” she says sheepishly. That shy little look on her face melts your heart. You close the distance between the two of you and tilt her face back up to look at you with your index finger on her chin.

“You never cease to amaze me, Ellie Williams. You’re such a special girl,” you tell her softly. 

“I… but… I’m not… that special,” Ellie stutters, averting her gaze, freckled cheeks blazing red. 

“Look at me Ellie.” You firmly but gently tell her and she looks up, her eyes similar to that of a little puppy. “I think you are the most special girl in the world.”

“You are!” She replies a little defensively, as if only one of you is allowed to be, and that makes you giggle.

Ellie wraps her arms around you and kisses your forehead before nuzzling her face into your neck. “What did I do to deserve you?” She asks as if it’s some sort of philosophical question. 

“You won trivia,” you tease. 

She pulls away from you and you see that her eyes are closed. “Close your eyes!” She requests with excitement.

“Why?” You laugh. 

“Just do it.” Sighing, you close your eyes, unsure of what she is up to.

“I didn’t know the color of your eyes that day that I played trivia, but I do now.” Ellie goes on to describe your eyes in vivid detail. She starts with the color. Ellie compares your eyes to different things in nature she has noticed that remind her of you because they are the same color. 

“There is so much passion in your eyes, but also compassion and empathy. Then there’s all that determination and wisdom beyond your years. I love the way they light up when you get excited about something. Like when I get a question right on my homework? Seeing that happiness in your eyes just makes it ten times better. You look at me in a way I only dreamed of being looked at.”

It almost brings you to tears, the way she talks about your eyes and admires them as if they are a priceless work of art. Ellie places a gentle kiss on your lips when you are left speechless. After she pulls away you open your eyes to see her smiling at you.

“I’m so happy you are mine,” she whispers as if saying it too loudly would jinx it.

“Me too Els.” You smile and she blushes at the nickname. 

“You’re MY girlfriend.” Ellie says after getting distracted by looking at your face for a long moment. “That’s crazy.”

“So crazy.”

“The craziest.”

The two of you cuddle up in bed together to watch movies after deciding on Star Wars. 

At one point you pause the movie and go to the bathroom, when you come back Ellie ambushes you with a lightsaber. 

“If this was real you would be dead!” She says quite seriously, as if getting attacked with a lightsaber is something that you should be concerned about actually happening. 

“Maybe if I wasn’t unarmed, I would stand a better chance,” you tease. 

“You’re absolutely right,” she sighs and opens her closet to pull out another lightsaber. She hands it to you, and you start swinging it around, trying to get the hang of it. 

Ellie gets into a fighting stance and so do you, giggling at how cute and nerdy she is while being so serious. Ellie starts doing these crazy tricks, like this is something she practiced in her free time. If these were real lightsabers, you would be done for. 

Ellie laughs at you with so much affection. “I think sticking to tutoring is your best bet babe. You’re about as good at fighting with a lightsaber as you are at playing lacrosse.”

“That’s because I don’t have any training!” You defend yourself. 

“Then you can be my padawan. I will teach you the Jedi way.”

“Why thank you baby. Now I can protect myself from the dark side.”

Ellie wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to her for a kiss. “I gotta take care of my girl.”

The lightsaber practice worked up quite an appetite, so you search her kitchen for a snack. She finds a box of cookie mix.

“We could make cookies,” she suggests.

“Have you ever baked anything before?” You question, feeling like she is more the type to forget to eat then to go through the effort of making something like cookies. 

Ellie shrugs. “I know how to get baked.”

“Oh I’m sure you,” you giggle. “And to be quite honest, I can’t imagine that you’re any good at baking. This type of baking.”

Ellie clutches her chest in mock offense. 

“Come on Ellie, when was the last time you baked anything in this oven?”

“Honestly? Joel and I don’t really bake. This was supposed to be for the lacrosse team bake sale but we were worried it wasn’t going to come out good so we bought something at the store instead,” Ellie admits with a sigh. 

“Since you are so kindly teaching me how to use a lightsaber I will teach you how to bake,” you kiss her cheek.

Ellie focuses on the task at hand, determined to make the best cookies you have ever tasted. “Only the best for my girl!” She keeps saying. 

Following your instructions, she is meticulous. You got the instructions from the box, but she wants to hear them from you. She says that because you are her tutor she learns things better from you then from reading it. 

After the dough is ready and put in the oven the two of you get in her bed together while the cookies bake. You sit with your arms encircling Ellie’s waist, head on her shoulder, her chin on the top of your head. Her arm is around you and she occasionally plays with your hair. 

At some point while you wait Joel announces his departure for the rest of the afternoon, making sure to comment on how good the kitchen smells and asking you to save some for him.

When the timer goes off you have to stop Ellie from sticking her hand into the oven and pulling the tray out without an oven mitt. She was so excited to have made cookies for you that she forgot. You also have to remind her that they need to cool, and you can’t eat them right away and she is disappointed, highly anticipating your review in hopes of impressing you.

The cookies eventually cool down enough to be eaten. Ellie looks at the tray and picks out what she claims is the best cookie for you to try. 

She watches you expectantly as you take the first bite. It came out really good and you smile when you taste it, Ellie's look of anticipation turns to triumph. 

“Since you made it for me, this is the best cookie I’ve ever had?” You tell her.

“Really?!” Ellie questions. 

“Yes, really!” You giggle. “Is there anything you aren’t good at?”

“Resisting your charm and beauty. Being away from you. Paying attention to anything other than you when we are together,” Ellie starts to list her weaknesses, all jokes aside. 

You kiss her cheek and tell Ellie how cute she is.

“You are even cuter,” she smiles, holding your face in her chin 

Picking up a cookie you hold it out to her. “Going to try one of the cookies?”

“I was so excited for you to try it that I forgot,” Ellie admits. Instead of taking the cookie into her own hand she just takes a bite out of it while you hold it. A bunch of crumbs fall and she tries to catch them but they fall to the floor. 

“Oops,” her cheeks go a little red, her mouth full, but then she finishes chewing. You just giggle at how endearing she is, how impossibly adorable she can be even if she’s talking with her mouth full. 

The two of you bend down at the same time to clean up the crumbs and bump heads. You both fall over laughing, in the middle of the kitchen floor. Ellie gets up first after picking up the crumbs and throwing them out. Then she turns to help you up. Ellie pulls you off the ground and into her arms. She presses her lips to yours gently. She tastes like cookies. And also joy and happiness and magic.

Forgetting about the cookies she drags you into her room. Before you know it she is hovering over you, straddling your waist on her bed. Ellie’s hands are on either side of your head while she stares into your eyes. She does that for a moment, she admires you, before lowering her face to yours and kissing you. 

Ellie tries to take her time, be sweet and gentle, but you are impatient and she doesn’t stop you when you deepen the kiss. The two of you have been dying to do this. You’ve spent time being sweet with each other and excitement has gotten the best of you both. You grab her by the back of the neck and press her closer to you. Your teeth biting at her bottom lip before sliding your tongue over it. 

Ellie parts her lips and your tongue slides into her mouth, tasting her and savoring it. The two of you explore each other's mouths before she pulls away to start peppering kissing along your jawline and down your neck. At first she is gentle, then starts nipping and sucking, trying to find a sweet spot. When she does it elicits a moan from you, she smiles against your neck before focusing on that spot, shamelessly leaving a mark. 

Ellie is possessive, and you like that. Love it.

Her kisses trail down to your collarbone and she’s stopped from moving lower by your shirt. She paws at the hem until you lift your arms over your head so she can pull it off. You’re wearing something cute underneath… which is obviously a coincidence and not at all planned… Ellie stops to admire it, a cocky smirk on her face. 

“Wear this just for me?” She teases.

“Oh no. ‘Course not. Just happened to put it on this morning,” you giggle and Ellie playfully rolls her eyes before continuing to leave kisses on every inch of exposed skin beneath her. 

“You look good for me baby girl. All for me,” she whispers against your skin, her warm breath and possessive tone sending shivers down your spine. 

“All for you,” you tell her and she looks at you hungrily, loving the sound of those words coming out of your mouth. When you realize just how much it turns you want to feed into it.

“Ellie, I'm yours. Your girl, you girlfriend. I want you. I need you. I’ve been wanting this for so long. I’ve been… aching… for this. Since our first kiss. I’ve known since then that I had to have you.”

Ellie moans when she hears that. “Fuck pretty girl,” and she pulls your back off the bed just enough for you to take off your bra and discard it. She connects her mouth to one of your nipples and as much as your head wants to fall back in pleasure she looks too good like this not to watch. Her mouth eventually gives attention to your other nipples and then trails down your body to the waistband of your pants.

Ellie’s long fingers start to fiddle with the string on your pants, eyes meeting yours. The green in her eyes is hardly visible, her pupils blow so wide with lust. She bites her lip, asking for permission and you nod, so she slowly unties the pants. 

Once the pants are untied Ellie pulls them down, eyes taking over her legs as she does. Ellie’s mouth looks like it is about to start watering at the sight of you in just your underwear after the pants are discarded. She runs her hands up and down your bare legs before leaning in and placing gentle kisses on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The tenderness of Ellie’s lips on that delicate skin that makes you mumble “more.” 

That sets Ellie over the edge.

Underwear hooked on her fingers Ellie practically whips them off of you, neither of you know where they land and she dives right into you.

A/N: I didn’t know how smutty to get here guys and I’ve been going back and forth on whether or not to take it any further but I’m leaving it off here so y'all can let me know if you want more! That’s why the word count is a little lower than usual lol. Also sorry for being a liar because I said this chapter would be out before Christmas. Turns out I ended up briefly crashing out and also had trouble making decisions. I love you all and wish you all a Happy New Year❤️ 

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can you do a Lyra x grayson fic where Lyra gets body shamed online or in public by paparazzi and Grayson looses it???? And Lyra calms him down and it’s all fluffy??

a/n: YES I ABSOLUTELY CAN! LOVE ME SOME GRAYSONLYRA

warnings: body-shaming

description: number one rule of dating a famous guy: never read comments. but lyra has seen and heard enough that it barely affects her anymore, grayson, on the other hand, might go to jail for beating up said commenters

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protective asshole (a graysonlyra fic)

The video must have been replayed several times now, the same criticising voice droning on from her phone speakers. Yet, her finger refused to move, hovering just a hairbreadth away from the screen.

Just a pathetic girl, encased in her boring little life, with nothing better to do. That’s what Lyra kept telling herself as she dragged the cursor back to rewatch the video, as if the opinions flung out would actually change.

If Lyra was being completely honest, it didn’t affect her as much as it should’ve. The video was awful, the words coming out of the girls mouth harsh and hateful, but somehow Lyra managed to keep it out. She wouldn’t allow herself to become ruffled by some trashy tart on social media.

Besides, Lyra didn’t even know the girl enough to be offended. Truly. She was thinner, compared to Lyra’s accentuated curves. Growing up a dancer meant that Lyra maintained her healthy figure, which was continued through running. But her body wouldn't go any slimmer, and trust her, she had tried. She couldn’t help the genetics which shaped her to be the woman she is today.

So Lyra learned to embrace herself for who she truly was, not what she looked like. Sure, to some she had a body that screamed party to some people more than it showcased dancer, but why did that matter?

She was so engrossed in the short clip that she completely forgot her boyfriend who was lounging right beside her. And sure enough, his unforgiving icy-eyes pierced through her phone, silently seething at the video.

Snapping out of her daze, she scrolled past it, but not before Grayson spoke up. “What was her username?” His tone was so cold, so menacing, Lyra almost flinched.

Instead, she sat up and snorted, shrugging lazily. “Don’t know, don’t really care.” She was proud of herself to find that she actually meant those words, not having to hide behind the bravado to bear to bullet wounds.

“Tell me it.” That was Grayson mad. Very mad. Nobody could do ‘very mad’ as well as Grayson Davenport Hawthorne after seeing someone insult his loved ones. Seriously. Talk about lethal.

“It doesn’t matter,” Lyra insisted with dismissive wave of her hand, as if swatting the very thought from existence.

That didn’t make Grayson forget it though. He simply raised a stubborn brow, silently daring her to dismiss him again. His hand clenched around his own phone, and she was certain he was plotting someone’s very tragic demise behind those eyes.

“Why do you need to know?” If he wanted to be stubborn, she could dish it right back. She has told him to leave it, but noooooo, he just couldn’t listen. Stupid asshole.

He was silent for a moment, jaw clenching and unclenching. “Nobody ever has the right to speak to you that way.” He swore under his breath, shaking his head. “Who do they think they are? I’ll sue them. I will destroy th-”

Lyra cut him off with a firm kiss, her warm breath dancing over his face. When she pulled back, she pried his death-grip fingers off his phone, interlocking her own fingers with his instead.

The kiss barely distracted him. If anything, he still looked ready to murder someone. Protective asshole.

“I don’t want you doing anything,” she told him quietly, face mere inches from his, “because I genuinely couldn’t care less about some idiot’s damn opinion.”

She took a deep breath, her hand squeezing his tighter, lending some of her patience. “They don’t know me, Grayson, so let them say what they want. This isn’t the first time, and you know it won’t be the last.”

She could still remember the utter shock she had felt the first time the media comment on her body. It was soon after her and Grayson’s relationship went public. Paparazzi shouted some idiotic insult about how she looked in the dress she was wearing. Lyra had never seen Grayson so volatile before. He has never, ever, lost his control like that. Normally, he was so unshakeable arrogant.

Anger was still etched onto his every sharp feature, making him appear like a statue carved from ice, cold and unflinching. She rubbed her thumb between the crease in his brows, smoothing it out. She let out another heavy sigh, manoeuvring her body so that she was laying on top of his, head tucked beneath his chin.

This relationship was still relatively new, and Grayson wasn’t used to being touchy with, well, anyone. So Lyra didn’t get offended when she felt him tense up beneath her, but she also didn’t pull away. The asshole was just going to have to get used to it.

It took him a moment before he dropped his phone onto the mattress, wrapping an arm around her loosely. The room was quiet, and a soft, peaceful quiet that was impossible to experience in their lives. It felt… nice.

“Thank you, though,” she whispered reluctantly, so he could drop the damn subject. “For wanting to protect me. But you know I don’t need it.” With her cheek pressed against his chest, she could hear the slightly unsteady patter of his heart. You wouldn’t be able to tell that from his face though.

“It shouldn’t be like this,” he muttered lowly, tracing circles on her back. “Being with me doesn’t merit that.” He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head, breathing her in. He blamed himself for this, as he did with everything else. No matter how many times she argued with him, he didn’t believe her. It wasn’t his fault.

Society loves to pick apart girls who date celebrities to make themselves feel worthier, as if that girl was the sole reason they weren’t the ones picked. It’s a shitty justification but it’s also true. Lyra made her peace with that.

The room was quiet again, the occasional rustle of sheets or soft sighs disturbing the peace. Grayson cleared his throat before he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He sounded slightly hesitant to ask the question, and Lyra had never known him to hesitate on much.

She nodded against his shirt, sticking up her thumb for good measure. “Yes. I mean it. I’m really not bothered.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to contact her. I’m sure I can get the message across withou-”

“Grayson.”

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Not my baby

Pairing : Harry Styles x reader

Summary: Harry comes back home with the wrong kid :)

Warning: tiny angst, happy ending, sleep deprived parents

Word count: 2.3k

A/N:

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Harry had never truly understood what it meant to be a parent. He loved his family, of course—he adored his wife, Y/N, and now he found himself utterly smitten with their newborn daughter, Willow. But the reality of sleepless nights, endless feedings, and the whirlwind of emotions that came with being parents was something Harry had never fully grasped until now. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen his friends with their children or heard the stories from other parents. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him for how deeply the exhaustion would seep into every part of his being. And the exhaustion wasn’t just his. Y/N had been the one to endure the brunt of it, her body adjusting to the demands of both breastfeeding and the round-the-clock needs of their infant.

It had been nearly three weeks since Willow was born, and although Harry had tried to help in every way he could—holding Willow while she napped, soothing her when she cried, and trying to take on household chores—he knew that Y/N had it the hardest. She was the one that had carried Willow for nine months, the one who had brought her into the world, and now, she was the one who was still waking up every two to three hours to nurse, then trying to sneak in some rest during the day when Willow took her naps.

Despite the weariness that clung to her every movement, Y/N had a glow in her eyes whenever she looked at Willow. That love—the undeniable bond between mother and child—shone brightly even through the tiredness. Harry admired her for it, but he could see that she was starting to run on empty. He could feel it in her sighs, the way she held her head a little lower, and how she kept rubbing her tired eyes like they could somehow erase the exhaustion.

Harry knew he couldn’t take away the sleepless nights or the emotional toll, but today, he was determined to do something to help her. Just a little. A few hours of uninterrupted rest. That’s all he wanted to give her.

It was mid-morning, and Y/N had finally managed to doze off on the couch after nursing Willow and settling her back into her bassinet. She had been awake for hours, trying to comfort Willow, who had been fussy from teething. Harry saw how her eyes fluttered shut as soon as her body hit the cushions, and he knew that was his chance.

He tiptoed into the living room, making sure not to disturb her. He’d thought long and hard about how to make this work. There was no way he could bring Willow into the other room and make noise. But he could give Y/N some time to sleep if he took Willow out for a little walk. The fresh air would be good for both of them. Harry figured a quick stroll to the park would do the trick. Just a few hours. He’d be back before she even noticed.

He glanced at Willow, still peacefully asleep in her bassinet. He smiled softly, heart swelling with love. He picked her up gently, cradling her as though she were the most precious thing in the world. She was so tiny, so perfect. She had a tuft of dark hair on top of her head and a soft, little face that made Harry’s heart ache with joy. He placed her carefully into the stroller, making sure she was comfortable and snug with a soft pink blanket tucked around her.

The stroller was simple—black and white, sleek and modern. (Y/N) had picked it out before Willow was born, and Harry had made sure it was ready for the day they brought their daughter home. He adjusted the straps around Willow’s tiny body and double-checked the wheels, giving them a quick spin. Once he was satisfied, he crept into the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee, sitting at the table to quietly sip it before heading out. He didn’t want to wake (Y/N).

For a moment, Harry allowed himself a deep breath. He was still reeling from the intensity of fatherhood. It was overwhelming at times, especially with the lack of sleep. He thought about how this experience had shifted his entire perspective on life, on love, on what truly mattered. (Y/N) was everything to him, and Willow... Willow was their miracle.

After a few more minutes of silence, Harry decided it was time. He grabbed his jacket, slipped on his shoes, and with one final glance at Y/N, he left the house.

The air outside was crisp, a soft breeze rustling the leaves in the trees. Harry loved the quiet of the neighborhood during the day, the calm before life got busy again. He pushed the stroller slowly, savoring the peaceful moments as he made his way to the nearby park. Willow was still asleep, and Harry let himself relax for the first time all morning. There was something so serene about these early mornings—the silence, the fresh air, the gentle hum of life around him.

Harry hummed quietly, looking down at Willow. He reached down and gently stroked her hair, his voice soft and comforting.

“Alright, love. We’re off on an adventure, just you and me,” Harry whispered, smiling as Willow’s tiny face stayed relaxed, oblivious to his words. “I’ll make sure you’re as tired as I am by the time we get home. I know you’re sleepy now, but we’ll get some fresh air, won’t we?”

Harry continued walking, his thoughts drifting as he pushed the stroller down the sidewalk. “Your mum’s going to love this. A few hours of quiet for her—she deserves it more than anyone.”

As Harry approached the park, he noticed the familiar sight of other parents with their children. Some were chatting, some were on their phones, while others simply sat in silence, enjoying the break from the whirlwind of home life. Harry guided the stroller to a bench and sat down, looking out at the peaceful surroundings.

He watched Willow’s chest rise and fall gently in her sleep, her tiny hands curled into fists. It was hard to fathom how quickly she’d grown in just a few weeks. Harry knew he couldn’t wait to see her first steps, hear her first word. But for now, he was content to just be with her in this quiet moment.

Not long after, another man arrived at the bench nearby, pushing an identical stroller. Harry glanced over, raising an eyebrow at the coincidence.

“Hey there,” the man greeted, settling onto the bench next to Harry. “Nice day for a walk, huh?”

Harry smiled, glad to see someone else enjoying the peace and quiet. “Yeah, it’s beautiful out. My first time out with her,” he said, gesturing to Willow. “Trying to give my wife a break. She’s been—well, you know.”

The man nodded knowingly. “I get it. It’s tough, isn’t it? My daughter’s a handful, and I’ve been trying to get a break too. But, you know, they’re worth it.” He chuckled softly, glancing down at his stroller. “I’m just trying to let her nap for a bit.”

Harry laughed, nodding in agreement. “I hear you. Same here. She’s been pretty calm though, so I think I’m lucky so far.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, the kind of quiet that only new parents seemed to understand. Harry watched the man’s daughter playing in the distance, toddling toward a group of other kids. He smiled, feeling a little sense of camaraderie in the shared exhaustion of parenthood.

Harry’s eyes drifted back to the stroller beside him. He noticed the other man’s baby had a soft pink blanket just like Willow’s, and for a split second, Harry didn’t think twice. He stood up, yawning as he stretched his back.

“Alright, kiddo,” he murmured to Willow, who was still asleep. “Time to head home.”

The man had stepped away for a moment, leaving his stroller unattended. Without thinking, Harry grabbed it, instinctively pushing it toward the park entrance.

When Harry finally returned, he was beaming. He had given Willow the quiet afternoon she deserved, and now, he was looking forward to seeing Y/N wake up, refreshed and happy.

He quietly unlocked the door, stepping into the house with the stroller in tow. Y/N was still fast asleep on the couch, her chest rising and falling gently. Harry smiled to himself, knowing that soon, she would get a break.

He tiptoed over to her, setting the stroller down beside the couch and gently pulling back the blanket to reveal the baby. But when Y/N blinked her eyes open and took in the sight of the child in the stroller, her blood ran cold.

“Harry, what the hell... is this?” Her voice cracked with panic.

Harry froze. “What?”

“That’s... not Willow!” Y/N’s eyes grew wide with disbelief. She sat up so quickly that she nearly knocked the stroller over.

“What do you mean?” Harry frowned, peering into the stroller.

Y/N was practically shaking now. Her fingers trembled, gripping the edge of the couch. “That’s not our baby! That’s someone else’s child! Where is Willow?!” Her voice pitched higher, bordering on hysteria.

Harry’s heart raced. His thoughts scattered. He stepped back, his mind running through a thousand thoughts in an instant. He glanced from the baby in the stroller to Y/N, and then it dawned on him—he had made a mistake. A huge mistake.

“No... no way... no, I—” His voice trailed off as his own panic set in.

“Harry, you took someone else’s baby!” Y/N’s voice went from frantic to full-on hysteria. She was trembling now, her entire body shaking from the weight of the realization. “Oh my God, you took the wrong kid!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Harry tried to explain, his brain struggling to catch up with the sheer magnitude of the error. “I swear, I thought—”

Y/N wasn’t listening. Her breath was coming in short, panicked gasps. Her hands shook violently as she pulled out her phone to dial the police. But when she saw her fingers trembling uncontrollably, the numbers on the screen blurred. She could barely focus. Her vision blurred with tears of terror.

“Come on, come on,” she muttered, hands shaking so violently that the phone nearly slipped from her grasp. She tried again, but her hands wouldn’t stop trembling. “Why can’t I dial? I—I can’t breathe!” Her voice broke.

“Don’t call the police!” Harry begged, his voice cracking. “Please, just let me explain. I’ll fix this—just let me fix this.”

Y/N couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of utter dread. “You don’t understand,” she gasped. “We need to find Willow. We need to find her now.”

Her trembling hands hovered over the phone, but before she could dial the number, the doorbell rang, sharp and sudden. Harry’s heart stopped. He rushed to open the door, his stomach flipping with anxiety. And standing there, holding Willow in his arms, was the man her met at the park whose expression mirrored his own terror.

“That’s my daughter!” the man snapped, seeing the baby in Y/N's arms, his voice full of frustration. “What kind of person takes another child's baby?!”

Harry stood there, stunned. His eyes darted from the angry man to Willow in his arms and back to Y/N, who was now crying from a mixture of relief and rage.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, barely able to find his voice. “I thought she was mine.”

The other father glared at him, his irritation palpable. “Yeah? Well, next time, keep track of your kid!”

As the situation settled, both parents not only exchanged the babies, but they also exchanged apologies. The tension in the room was still thick. Willow was safe, and the other baby was safe, but the mix-up was enough to send both families into a temporary panic.

When everything was finally sorted, Harry stood in the living room, staring at Y/N, who was still shaking from the ordeal but still hugging Willow close to her chest, who had no idea what happened. She walked over to him; her face a mixture of anger, exhaustion, and relief.

“Harry,” she began, her voice low but firm. “No more surprise walks. No more ‘I’m just trying to help’ crap. You scared me half to death!”

Harry looked down at the floor, feeling the weight of his mistake. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to help you get some rest.”

Y/N softened just slightly, placing a hand on his chest. “I know, love. I know. But next time, double-check the stroller, okay?”

Harry nodded, his heart still racing. “I swear, never again.”

And with that, they both took a deep breath. The chaos was over, but it would be a long while before they forgot the walk that went terribly wrong.

[cartwrong]

For the hurt/comfort dialogue prompts I would love to see 13 or 19 (or any of them honestly).

I absolutely adore your slow horses fics and always look forward to reading them!! 🫶

aw you're so sweet! thank you <333333 and for you, anonymous friend, you get both! #19 is here :) (from this prompt game)

Also, just a heads up, I'm often incapable of writing a drabble. So, yeah, this is 619 words. Oops.

13. "Can't--breathe--".

“River! River! Look at me!”

He did, and God help her that was worse for Louisa. His eyes, glassy and unfocused, bulged in an unspoken question. His chest looked odd, one side concave in an unnatural way as it heaved in an uneven agony and River struggled to breathe. 

“Oh Fuck.”

Louisa turned desperately to Shirley, who was pale and wide-eyed but was thankfully already calling 999. 

“Can’t–breathe–” River gasped, grabbing onto her wrist with a bruise-inducing grip. 

“It’s going to be okay, We're going to get you help,” Louisa said, her voice somehow absent of the terror rampaging through her as her free hand hovered over River’s chest, unsure what to do, where to touch without causing him further pain. 

She hadn’t seen him fall, only heard as he tumbled down the metal staircase outside Slough House. The thing was a death trap, abnormally slick whenever it rained and more than once Louisa had an oh shit moment when her boot momentarily caught on one of the grates. It was only a matter of time before someone fell to their death on it. 

But, of course, it had been River who had been the unlucky bastard to stumble down the stairs. River, who never met a mirror that he couldn’t break, a ladder he wouldn’t walk under, a black cat he wouldn’t pet. Now, as he lay crumpled and bleeding with his chest caved in on one side and his leg in angles legs weren’t supposed to bend, all she could do was hold his hand and wait. 

All she could do was hold his hand and pray. 

Louisa couldn’t lose him, not now, not after everything, not because he fell down the fucking stairs. 

She squeezed his hand harder. It was clammy under her touch, rubbery, not like River at all. River’s hands were warm, warm and comforting and safe. She touched his face with her other hand and he looked at her again, his pupils blown wide and begging her to help, begging her to take away his pain as his breaths came in uneven gasps and his chest shuddered and sputterd to an unholy rhythm. 

Louisa squeezed his hand harder and didn’t let go, not when the ambulance arrived, not when Shirley tried to pry her away, not when they loaded him into the ambulance and covered his face with an oxygen mask and shoved a needle into his chest to inflate his collapsed lung. Louisa didn’t let go until three orderlies at the hospital held her back as she screamed and wailed and tried to follow into the operating room. 

Her hand felt cold without his and Louisa felt all hope slip through her fingers like grains of sand as she collapsed crying onto the floor of the hospital and tried to catch her breath. She was in the same position when Shirley and Catherine found her, her chest heavy, her breathing laboured, her world shattering around her. 

“Can’t–breathe–” she shuddered. 

With surprising strength for her size, Shirley shoved Louisa into a chair and then pushed her head between her knees. 

“You’re having a panic attack,” she said, her hand firm between Louisa’s shoulder blades. “Follow me, alright? Inhale–hold–exhale–and hold again. Okay, again, inhale–hold–exhale–and hold. That’s it.”

By the time Louisa could breathe again, Lamb had arrived, Roddy and Coe trailing behind him like two sullen teenagers who just got told they couldn’t meet their friends at the mall. Catherine shoved a bottle of water into Louisa’s hand and Shirley left her hand firmly on Louisa’s back, but they were nowhere near closer to finding out anything about River’s condition. 

All Louisa could do was sit and wait and try to remember how to breathe.

Inhale–hold–exhale–and hold.

Inhale–hold–exhale–and hold.

[bananonbinary]

ok you realize this is literally what my post is about tho right. like, i actually think it was a poorly thought out statement that i just repeated carelessly because i've heard it before and i should have used a more accurate word like "cruel" (and also less vague than like...the concept of bigotry?? why did i do that), but then you *immediately* claimed an effect that is completely unverifiable has happened. literally like 20 people have read this post and i sincerely doubt any of them have come away from it desensitized to the concept of violence because of a poorly chosen word. i have never once seen evidence that violence happens or people are okay with it happening around them because people use the word carelessly.

the thing about most online discourse is, it all comes back to how you approach morality. i define "bad" as "things that cause harm"

if something doesn't cause harm, its not my business.

the tricky thing is where you get a lot of folks trying to redefine "harm" with vague words like "devaluing" or "normalizing" or "eroding," and you have to take a step back and say is it? is it doing those things? is there real measurable harm being caused by this, or am i making assumptions and talking out my ass?

[equalmindz]

i am wanting some information! no arguments! :)

hey so i’m relatively new to the fandom- like in general. i’m twenty-three and let me explain because i have QUESTIONS

- i only WATCHED harry potter for the first time in May of 2024. i have not read the books, i plan too this year

- i started out reading a draco x hermione fic called the disappearance of draco malloy. which i thought was quite good, but i kinda took space from this area of the fandom because of the popularity and sensation that was manacled, mainly because it discusses topics of sexual assault and in my opinion seems to romanticized it, so i took a step back and moved to marauders. (i am a survivor of SA and this is just highly triggering to me)

- i then read ATYD, which was my first marauders fandom book, and i wanted to learn more about it because it was something i’d heard about from the outside, but never looked into in depth. i really enjoyed it, fell in love with wolfstar of course, and i did enjoy jily.

- i then read COPTP, which i am approximately 77% the way through. it is a beast of a thing, but i am enjoying it more than ATYD. mainly because it’s less sad and tied to our world and the OC’s are great. one thing that did strike me as odd before i started reading it was people on here saying they couldn’t enjoy it or want to read it now because there’s jily?? now of course i know about jegulus, and all the hype around it. for me this ship feels like it’s for people who wanted prongsfoot to happen but wolfstar is well wolfstar and so jegulus is kind of in place to satisfy this within the fandom?? (again, this is my OPINION)

- two days ago i then posted my first wolfstar fic. and i’ve been scrolling on tumblr more- and just being more active in the fandom through here. now i’ve noticed some things

there seems to be this weird contention between like old vs new people in the fandom, or people who ship jegulus and jily, and beyond you know regulus shipping i’m kind of wondering why? like genuinely in trying to learn more about the fandom i wanna know peoples opinion on regulus and his character— same with the slytherin skittles. i’ve seen a couple of posts where people are upset about regulus characterizations because of how it is far from canon. but couldn’t this be argued for draco? or snape?? basically i am just wanting someone to explain (someone with actual media literacy- in a kind discussion, nothing crazy) their opinions on the subject. again, i’ve never read the books and i’m fairly new to the fandom so take what i’m saying with a grain of salt.

so yeah! feel free to pm me because i’m kind of curious about like the parts of the fandom! also because i’m a writer i’m not really wanting to write about something (aka jegulus vs jily) without fully knowing all the information. please be kind too :)

[marlynnofmany]

Hey artists, sign your art. When I save a picture because it's beautiful and I want to look at it again later, I'd love to remember who drew it. I save things for years. If I see something else amazing by the same artist later, I'll be delighted!

But if I don't know who drew it, then that's just one more mystery of the internet.

[bunnyboy-juice]

spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner

[itspileofgoodthings]

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[front-facing-pokemon]

[funnierasafictive]

your talks about knowing if someone is a fictive or not is fucking hilarious because like- for us SPECIFICALLY I’m essentally front personified and thus the perm fronter and front gatekeeper as of now but like!!!- for us we operate a lot on what we can (phantom) feel, hear or see- like yeah it’s not most clear but like- suddenly feeling picked up or splatted against a wall but not SEEING it happen to the body and KNOWING it’s not happening to your body is a REAL FAST reality check, drawing something and suddenly feeling like there’s wires under your skin shocking you half to death bc youmanaged to actually draw a brain buddy without realizing even more so.

would recomend checking to see if the voices register as “not yours” or “in another language”- even if you register the words and language if it doesn’t FEEL like what you know as yours/body’s you should check shit out- we primarily use body’s voice or I’m limited to it- however I DO register the spanish and such languages at times and I can 10000% tell you that juanaflippa threatened someone with a gun bc she didn’t want to see a “not my mate” throwing themself on me and I 1000% registered those words as rusian despite body being english only and the voice she had at her disposal as ONLY the body’s voice.

idk if any of this will help anyone but it MIGHT be more aproachable to ask them to say/do something a certain way involving your senses and check that way than other methods,,

AGH THATS SO TRUE. this is nicer than me going "annoy them" BAHAHA

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

i have no respect for old french so i pronounce everything wrong but that's okay because old french also has no respect for itself and that's why it sounds like that in the first place

[doctorwhoisadhd]

the one thing that is saving me in the "desperately needs to do an assignment that i cannot care about" department is the fact that i made an arrangement of this piece once. cause im not gonna lie if i had to sit here and analyze alto clef it would ALLLLLLL be over