#if you want a butterfly tattoo please consider any other type of butterfly

[zooophagous]

What's the worst thing in the world to tattoo and why is it a monarch butterfly

[kissypoets]

Liability (Reprise)

In which Harry panics about getting mobbed while out for dinner with you and tries to make up for his mistake. 

a/n: hihihi omg... this is my first time posting my work on here [ or anywhere, actually ] so please be kind. this was inspired by the song liability (reprise) by lorde!!! was listening to it and this idea just came to me and I really loved how it turned out and really wanted to share. I hope you enjoy :] !!

Word Count: 6, 543

Harry unbuttons his sheer dress shirt, blowing out a puff of air as his chest and stomach relaxes due to being released from the tight space. He folds the sleeves up to his forearms, inked skin being exposed to the cool air in his quiet bedroom, the dimmed iridescent light making his tattoos vivid and clearer than ever before on his tan skin. All the jogging Harry has done at the beach has certainly paid off. His skin was glowing in golden hue, highlighted parts burnt and sunkissed to perfection, leaving a darkened red tone that made him even more captivating. This has always managed to strengthen Harry’s external confidence, finding extra comfort in his tattoos becoming more visible knowing that they covered a part of him he couldn’t imagine exposing bare and blank. 

Silence surrounds him as he tears his eyes away from his arm, sitting down on the edge of his bed and letting out another large exhale. 

It hasn’t been a great night for him and the fact that he has to come home in a massive space that was filled with nothing but eerie silence certainly makes it worse. He was hoping to stay out all night with you but the moment people got a hold of his whereabouts, he knew better than to sit still and wait for the chaos to slap him in the face. Instead, he rushed both of you outside the restaurant and worry has taken over him completely to the point where taking you home seemed like the best idea to keep you away from the hysteria. You had hoped he was thinking of a more secluded place to bring you to, but when he said you should go, you swallowed the thickening lump in your throat and just nodded your head, trying your best to be understanding of the situation. 

He felt beyond stupid thinking about it now. Enraged, dismay and dejected doesn’t even cover the feeling in his gut. Harry was disappointed in himself more than anything, feeling like he’d let you down just within months of being together. 

Settling his elbows on his knees and leaning forward, his fingers rubbed his temples due to the pain that was starting to flourish in his dome. He could have done so many things in order to prolong the night and make an effort in your guys' relationship, yet he let the intense fret win him over, causing panic in his brain and feeling like he had no choice but to take you home. 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he mutters under his breath as he clasps his hands and pressed it hard against his forehead, “you could have taken her here and cooked a lovely dinner, you dimwit.” 

Harry also knew he could’ve been the one to keep you safe tonight. If he was going to cause mayhem in your life, the least he could do was bring you some sort of consolation and protect you from all of it. 

He feels so beyond disappointed in himself that the ache in his head has started to squeeze his cranium, agonizing pain rushing through every vein in his body. He was so tired of this continuously happening to everyone important in his life. Even though he loves what he does and feels such vigorous happiness and triumph from it, he still looks at it as a miniscule disadvantage for all his friends, family and partner. If Harry kept tabs on how many times the media and a large crowd has hurt the most important people in his life, then he’ll have an endless stack of it collecting dust in a separate room in his large residence. 

Harry takes a few more deep breaths until his shaking ceases, doing what he was instructed by his therapist when needing to calm his anxiety and getting rid of the trepidation forming in the pit of his stomach and on the deep end of his throat. He swallows thickly and straightens his back, inhaling and exhaling one last time. 

Calling you to explain himself and checking in on how you were doing was the right thing to do right now. He reaches in his pockets, pulling out his phone and instantly putting you on dial. He has your number memorized and favorited in his contacts, the bold font of his nickname for you listed first on the section. 

The phone rang once, twice, then four more times before it went straight to voicemail. It didn’t even vex him, he just stayed on the line and listened to your sweet voice echo through his ear drums, savoring every syllable that left your mouth. You sounded like how it felt to touch velvet, or the feeling of bliss that rushes through him whenever he finishes a song. You felt good, you sounded good. 

A wave of calmness hits his body, the frustration and disappointment in him halting for a second as he focuses on your saccharine voice, “hey! So sorry for not being able to pick up your call. Chances are I’m sleeping or completely engulfed by a book. I promise to get back to you as soon as possible. Hope you’re well, bye!’

When the line cuts off, Harry looks at his phone screen, enthralled by the brief message. He wasted no time dialing your number again, standing up to pace around the room when worry creeps back in his abdomen. Hands settled on his hip, he bites his lip as he waits in vehement anticipation for you to greet him through the phone. But after several rings, it leads to your voicemail again and he’s left even more concerned. 

“Fuck,” he tilts his head back and closes his eyes, shoving one of his hand inside his pants to bring some comfort in his physique, “one more call.”

The airconditioning in the room roared loudly, coming to life and blowing soft, cool air from the ceiling. Harry’s forgotten that he still had his dress shirt on, opened wide on the center and exposing his abdominal muscles and the large butterfly inked on the center of it looking glorious and fresh. The ventilation blew air right on his skin and he can feel the hair rising due to the coldness, not helping the nervousness that was already swallowing the entirety of his stomach.

He continued pacing as the line rings, his breathing in sync with each pause. He wasn’t entirely sure anymore if you’d pick up at all, but when the ringing stopped and there were seconds of silence, he looked at his screen and noticed the time stamp going. 

He stopped in the middle of his bedroom and pressed the phone back to his ears, certain you’ve picked up. The knot on his stomach tightened and his chest started beating rapidly, palms sweating inside the pockets of his slacks. He wanted you to pick up but after already failing to hear from you twice, he wasn’t expecting it on the third call.

“Baby?” Harry calls. There was some groaning.

“No idea who the fuck this is, but some of us are trying to sleep, mate,” a deep voice rings through his drums, tiredness and sleepiness evident. Harry’s stomach drops as he stares at the wall in front of him. A male? 

Harry’s head starts racing and he swallows a thick ball of swelling anxiety in his throat. He can feel his breathing becoming uneven. He checks the screen of his phone again, making sure that he called the right person. After seeing your nickname still typed out neatly and boldly on the front, he feels a quarter of relief. He shouldn’t think the absolute worst because it could be anyone. Harry has earned multiple different titles under the category of being overly jealous and he admits that it turns him into an arrogant son of a bitch, but he just really couldn’t help it. He wants to be the only one. 

“Hellooooo?” the voice on the other end startles him out of his thoughts and he focuses back on the call. The man sighs when Harry doesn't answer. “Look, you’ve called three times on her phone while she was passed out on the couch. She’s in the shower now and I’ll let her know that a--hang on--” he looks at his screen, “that a Harry rang, cool?”

Whoever answered your phone didn’t even bother to wait for Harry to agree, he just hung up and did as he said. 

The grip on Harry’s phone tightened without control, his eyes starting to water due to the intense stare he gave his wall. Shower? Why were you so tired beforehand? Who was that? Why, why, why… Multiple questions raced through his brain and he rushed to sit at the end of his bed. You’re too good and you’d never do anything to hurt him like this, he knows that. Or does he? His jealousy is getting the best of him and he senses it. He does his breathing exercises again as he waits patiently to hear from you this time. 

The airconditioning starts to die down, the noise it was making starting to decrease and heat starts to radiate throughout Harry’s body. He wasted no time ripping his dress shirt off, fully exposing his toned thorax, muscles flexing due to his nervous breathing and brood. 

You’ve mentioned Effy to him multiple times before, considering the amount of interesting stories you’ve told him about your drunken nights together and spontaneous trips; stories he’s certainly loved hearing and continues to anticipate whenever you’re together. He knew that she was your only roommate, that she’s enthralled by women and that you haven’t mentioned any guy friends yet. He even remembers correctly that you’re the only child, your family living across the globe and that the closest thing you have to a relative here in Los Angeles is Effy, no brother and no cousins. 

Harry tries not to continue overthinking but he’s really shit in that department. It’s one of the many traits that he despises the most in himself, knowing that his past relationships had gone wrong because of it and he refuses to let that happen again. 

Thank god his thoughts were cut off when his phone starts to ring and vibrate on his hand, the same nickname you’ve become accustomed to shining brightly on his phone screen. He stands up from his bed and quickly answers, “hello? Hi. I’m--”

“Harry,” you sigh in relief at the sound of his voice. He doesn’t know that you’ve been expecting a call for over two hours now since he dropped you home, “hi, baby. Are you okay? Finn said--”

“Finn. Is he-- who is he, exactly?” You notice a tint of vulnerability in his voice. 

Harry looks down at his feet that were covered in baby pink socks, a hand on his hip while he waits for you to answer. He hopes he didn’t sound pathetic asking that. He felt ridiculous enough as it is and absolutely stupid for not asking about your wellbeing first. He was about to retract and take it back but you’ve managed to chuckle through the phone before answering and Harry bites his lip.

“Effy’s brother. He’s got a research trip down in San Diego so he’s here for a visit. Sorry for however he acted over the phone. I promise he’s a great guy,” you say, “how are you? I so badly wanted to call but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk especially because of what happened at Perch.”

You were always so honest and straightforward with your thoughts. Harry loves that so much about you. Somehow, it boosts his confidence even more whenever he’s around you and he’s never afraid to speak his mind and act however he wants. What he lacks in being able to communicate properly with his partners you make up for in the relationship and he was more than grateful. 

“I’m fine. I’m,” Harry pauses for a second before exhaling and changing his words, “I’m not fine actually. I miss you and I’m so terribly sorry for dismissing you. It wasn’t your fault, I swear, I’m just an arse.” 

He continues before you can disagree, “I got nervous. That was the first time that’s ever happened while I was with you and I didn’t want it to change anything between us. I didn’t want you to feel differently. I want you now. I mean… I want you to come over now. I want to cook dinner for you and make up for what happened.”

Harry’s heart starts to beat even faster against his chest as he admits his feelings in accurate words. He’s aware how late it is already and you probably have classes tomorrow but he’s hoping you’ll agree anyway so he can fix a wasted and ravaged night. He also thinks he can persuade you into wanting to stay, the need to hold and kiss you intensifying the more he thinks about it. He wants to show you just how sorry he is. He wants you to forgive him and let him show you just how important you are to him. He wants to make you his favorite homemade meal and demonstrate his outrageous skills in bed, which you have been pining for and missing so much. 

You were about to answer but he cuts you off once more. You smile slightly as you listen to him speak, “fuck. How are you? How are you feeling? Sorry.”

“Deep breaths, please? You sound really nervous and you have no reason to be, it’s just me,” you have no idea how nervous you make him and how much he worries about you, but he refrains from saying it out loud, not wanting to speak over you again. “I’m bummed about what happened because I really wanted to have a lovely dinner with you but I also understand. I understand and I feel better now that I’m hearing your voice. You have nothing to apologize for, Harry.”

“I do,” he mutters and toys with his belt, eyes still on the floor, “if it weren’t for me, no crowd would have showed up and we would still be sitting on that rooftop with a nice glass of extremely expensive wine. They’ll have no choice but to kick us out.”

You giggle and the sound makes Harry’s anxiety melt away. The tension in his muscles starts to soften and his heart starts to slow down, instantly feeling healed. 

Harry looks up and his lips finally curl on its sides, dimples popping out on both of his cheeks and he feels more than relieved. He had no doubts about you understanding the unfortunate circumstance but he was one to always need validation and he feels undeniably reassured by your simple words, and even just the sound of your laugh.

At times, strange happenings like that would commence an argument with his exes. Looking back at it now, it was very odd to him considering he had no control over it. Plus he trusts his fans enough and knows that they wouldn’t do anything to put him and his loved ones in danger. Though mobs happen, he’s aware that they will never cross a line that damages his respect for them. 

But you discepher and accept it, without him having to beg you to or explain to you. Another reason why he’s so enamored by you. You just know. 

“Yeah, that would have been lovely. But we can always go another time. I saw you today and it was enough for me,” you replied. Harry’s cheeks tightens as he smiles wider, dimples deepening and crinklers appearing beside his eyes. He feels himself flush because of your words and he crunches his nose to calm himself. 

“We can try again tonight,” he brings his suggestion back into the conversation, “so, will you come? I can pick you up, I don’t mind.”

You frown. “I’d love to but, it’s almost eleven, classes tomorrow and Effy--”

“Please, darling?” Harry begs, sitting down on his bed again. He hears you inhale upon hearing the sudden word of endearment and he grins. He knows how much you love it when he calls you random pet names, but mostly the sweetest ones that will have you turning into goo. 

“God, you’re good,” you admit and tilt your head back, laughing quietly. Harry’s grin grows, “fine. But I can drive myself.”

“No,” he butts in. “I can pick you up. It’s just a twenty minute drive.”

It was a tactic. Harry figured that if you didn’t have your vehicle with you then you will be more likely to stay. But he knows that he’ll cave in on driving you back anyway if you really wanted to go home for the night.

“Harry,”

“Honey,” he throws in another nickname. You inhale. He smiles.

“Fine,” you say in defeat. 

Harry’s heart almost leaps out of his chest in triumph and excitement; the fact that he’s seeing you again tonight lit up something in him. He’s grateful that you can’t see the  idiotic smile he’s sporting right now, otherwise his body will flush in humiliation and you’ll tease him about it all night. Little does he know, you’ve got the same look on your beautiful face, also thankful that he couldn’t see you. You’re both a mirrorball to each other’s life, lighting one another up in a way that you’ve both always craved. 

“See you then, baby,” he says.

___

Due to the lack of traffic, Harry was able to make it in your apartment complex in just under 15 minutes. Mulholland Drive was packed as usual but it still didn’t prevent him from arriving too late. Dressed in black joggers and a black hoodie, curls tied up in a black scrunchie and pushed back in a red bandana, he looked absolutely cozy and at ease. 

The brief conversation between the two of you over the phone has brought him slight serenity. He’s still hoping to somehow bring it up tonight and apologize once more knowing what he said through the phone wouldn’t be enough. And he also wants to put his compelling abilities in bed to good use as a way to show you how sorry he was, if you’ll let him. 

He adjusts the cool air that left his car’s ventilation, making sure it wasn’t too warm nor too cold once you get in the car. He stares at the open space of your building, waiting for you to come down through the stairs while exhilaration rushes through every vein in his body. 

Harry feels absolutely nonsensical because of how much he misses you despite seeing you hours ago. A minute, hour, day or weeks even, will never be enough time and he’s fully aware of that. But thinking about everything he wants to do with you just brings back the same intolerable thoughts; getting mobbed, harassed and surrounded by hundreds of people even if you’re just having dinner in a public restaurant together. He suddenly starts to feel unsettled, desperately needing you to show up within his sight already so he can forget about everything and just focus on you and taking care of you, which is what he has started to love doing most.

Just in time, before Harry’s thoughts can get darker and deeper, he catches you walking carefully down the stairs looking irresistible as always. Your hair was in a low bun, bits of hair falling loose around your face while you sported a lovely white frock dress and matching fluffy slippers. 

His whole face lights up in jubilation, mouth almost hurting due to how big his smile was and the wild elation in him sharpens. Harry chuckles as soon as you get in the car, more than delighted to see you. Your scent engulfs him in a wild wave, the air conditioning circulating it throughout his car and he didn’t mind it one bit. He hopes that it would stay in there forever, surrounding him to bring a sense of tranquility. 

“Hi, sweet girl,” he greets you, wasting no time and leaning forward to catch your soft lips with his. He feels you take a deep breath and you can feel his smile against you, his hands coming up to stroke your cheeks. Your shock is evident when you laugh quietly while his lips continue to tackle yours, cupping his jaw as you kiss him back and Harry slowly melts due to the feeling. His body slumps from where he sat, savoring your taste and marking you with his. 

You pull back, pecking him lightly once more before greeting him back, “hi, handsome.”

His body heats up as he leans back in his seat and starts driving, “cool enough in here for you?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you answer, putting your seatbelt on. “How was the drive?”

“It was fine, no traffic so we’ll be home in no time,” he says, catching a quick glance at you while you fixate your eyes on the road, “you look beautiful, by the way. Love the dress.”

Your breathing changed for a second upon hearing the word home, but you chose to ignore it. Instead, you smile lovingly at him, your hands reaching out to lightly massage the back of his head. He hums at the soothing feeling. 

“Thank you, baby,” you reply, a tint of blush creeping up your cheeks. “I missed you.”

Harry feels his body heat up at your confession. He has no idea why you have this much of an effect on him but he loves it. He feels utterly loved and happy, which is something he hasn’t felt in awhile and always wanted to have. Instead of saying it back, he teases you, “sod off, you just saw me hours ago. Clingy much?” 

You look over at him in slight surprise, not missing the humor behind his words. He glances at you sideways, lips tilted up in a smirk and his eyebrow lifted jokingly. You pull your hand away and cross your arms over your chest, “you know what, yes, absolutely. I can’t get enough of you.”

Harry didn’t expect you to say that so when you notice his face getting flushed and serious, you couldn’t help but giggle. His whole body went rigid for a couple of seconds, eyes still focused on the road. Instead of answering, his hand reaches towards your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze to show his appreciation. His thumb brushes against your skin a couple of times and he feels it get bumpy, hairs rising because of how good it was making you feel. Harry grins to himself, perceiving the effect he had on you and completely enjoying it. 

You put your hands on top of his, feeling the warm veins against your palm and you look out the window, watching the bright lights pass by. 

Harry loves going on drives with you as much as you do with him. He hates it that his radio was old and wouldn’t work, but he also refuses to get it fixed. He finds comfort in the silence within the confined space and also enjoys the way the noise outside surrounds him. He loves it even more when you’re on the passenger seat experiencing the therapeutic moment with him. Knowing that he can be with you in comfortable silence gave him a lot of hope in your relationship. 

Minutes pass by and only a couple of miles are left until you reach his beautiful Malibu home. Harry remembers the elephant in the room, his chest tightening upon the thoughts of what brought you two in this situation in the first place. Should he address it now or wait until you both get to his house? There’s never really a right time and he knows that. He wasn’t even sure if it was something you want to talk about or if you wanted to ignore the whole thing and instead continue on to have a peaceful time together. 

But, you were just patiently waiting for him to address it. You knew that if you brought it up, it’ll make him uncomfortable and he’ll start blaming himself. It was an admission in his part that you certainly want to avoid. The thought of him feeling like he puts you in a dangerous environment squeezes your heart so disturbingly that you can feel it all the way up your brain. You’ll get upset and he might assume the worst; when really, you just want him to understand that you know he can’t control it and that despite everything, you adore him and will never leave, unless, for unbeknown reasons and god forbid, he wants you to. 

“Almost there, love,” he cuts his own thoughts off, including yours, clueless about how in sync they were. You look over at him the same time he took a quick glance at you. He looks back at the road and whispers something about how pretty you are but it was so quiet you could barely hear it. 

Instead of acknowledging it, you put your hand back where it was on his hair and softly massage his scalp. You feel him lean back a tad, clearly finding peace in your touch. You bit your lip to keep yourself from saying those three words you didn’t know he wanted to say too, both of you too scared to admit and profess it out loud. 

_____

“Is there anything I should be doing?” you ask Harry from where you sat in his kitchen, a glass of extremely expensive red wine in your hand. He wanted to open a bottle of Ichiro’s Malt, hoping that it’ll make up for the ones you both could’ve had at Perch. 

He twists his body slightly to look at you, answering in the sweetest tone, “nope. Sit there and look pretty, that’s all. I’m making this for you.” 

Harry looks absolutely handsome, striking and sexy from where he stood, chopping a bunch of vegetables like it was his professionalism. He’s changed to a plain black shirt, the material hugging his toned body perfectly and emphasizing the muscles on his arm, back and stomach. He even had a dish towel thrown over his shoulder, adding to the whole look. You sipped your wine as you continued to stare, noticing the way his body is flexing as he moves and his tattoos moving along on his skin. You sighed, feeling so lucky. 

You decided to walk over to him to catch a glimpse of what he was doing. Harry has certainly mastered the art of cooking; having been able to experience life in Italy, he had acquired the new skill flawlessly. It’s something he’s always wanted to be better at, considering the only thing he knew how to make was his grandfather’s special sandwich recipe and god only knows how tired people are of eating it. 

Harry feels your presence beside him as you lean back against the smooth counter, sipping your wine. He looks over at you as he cuts the food, holding an admirable smile on his face. He loves having you here. He loves being this close to you, knowing that you’re within his sight and he was able to be unapologetically affectionate without the judgemental eyes and words of the public. 

He speaks when you look back at him with a shine in your eyes, “how’s the wine?”

“Hm, tastes like money,” you say jokingly. He laughs at your answer and you smiled so wide at the sight of his head slightly thrown back, white and perfectly aligned teeth showing with his nose scrunched up. 

“I have no doubt about that,” he says, looking back down at the cutting board.

The bottle costs roughly around twenty thousand dollars, more if you count it in pounds. But he chooses not to say it. Instead he asks about your day, as he usually would every single time he sees you or talks to you over the phone, “how was your day? Any progress in your thesis?” 

Your ears perk up at the question about your dissertation. Harry has always been interested in it and you fail to understand the fascination. You’ve asked why before and he always admits that it was something that matters to him too, but you feel like that isn’t a good enough reason to be rapted in a boring essay by a grad student. 

He tremendously admires the fact that you’ve continued your studies to get a masters in English. He envies it and he wishes he had taken your footsteps. But Harry is so beyond proud of you and just the thought of you becoming a famous novelist like you’ve always wanted makes him feel over the moon. You deserve nothing but good things and he can’t wait until you finish uni and finally build your self publishing pursuit.

“A lot of progress which I’m so relieved about. Remember when we read Course of Love together? I annotated it in the process and a lot of the quotes really came in handy for my essay,” you tell him, “I’ve reached probably eighty-nine pages and we only needed to write a hundred, but I’m aiming for one-fifty, max.” 

“Always pushing yourself to work harder than you need to,” Harry says with a soft smile on his face. He starts to mix his ingredients together in the pan on the stove and you watch him work his magic cautiously, “but that’s really good, love. I’m proud of you. I know you’re gonna kick ass and everyone else's thesis will suck.” 

“Oh, without a doubt,” you nod teasingly. You’re actually really nervous about it and he knows that. But you’ve mentioned before that talking about it doesn’t really help calm you so Harry doesn’t take the conversation further than that, “what about you? How was your day? Wrote anything new?”

Harry shakes his head and looks over at you as he starts to shake the pan to mix whatever was on it, “you haven’t even told me how your day was, babe.”

“Crap, sorry,” you have a habit of completely disregarding certain parts of a conversation. He found it adorable most of the time but when it came to arguments or discussions between the two of you about serious topics, it vexed him to no end. He remembers you missing the whole point of your conversations sometimes and he loathed it then, “one of my professors ditched today so I only had one class. Took a lot of naps after lunch which was nice then-- then whatever happened at Perch. My day was alright.”

You try to soften a part of your answer with the last statement but it was very clear Harry didn’t miss it. He looks over at you for a quick second and you sipped your wine to avoid eye contact. 

You didn’t mean anything by it. It happened today and he was asking about today so you decided to slip it in there in honor of your promises to always be honest, free-spoken and up front with one another. It didn’t necessarily ruin your day, it was just simply dejecting and unlike anything you’ve had to deal with before. But you’re with him now and he’s cooking you something that already smelled absolutely delicious so you were willing to look past it. But Harry couldn’t and you knew that. 

He lowers the heat on the stove to keep the food sizzling but not to the point where it’ll burn. He wipes his hands with the towel on his shoulder before approaching you with an unreadable expression on his face. You lean back further against the counter as his hand guides your arms to wrap around his neck, putting his hands on your waist and squeezing affectionately. He stares deep into your eyes and you wondered how he was so good with that; how it didn’t make him look nervous despite being the shyest person that you know. 

Softly, he speaks, “I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry about that. I’m a dick.”

Mirth creeps into your eyes at his last word and your lips unintentionally curls on its side.  He has no idea why you started smiling but he did too. He feels you interlock your fingers against his skin as you answer him, “the way you say dick is really amusing. But you aren’t and you have nothing to apologize for. You have no control over it.” 

You’re so humorous and he loves it so much. He loves you. “I am a dick and I will apologize because even if I can’t control it, I’m still the reason why it happens. The way I acted afterwards was very irrational too. Just admit it, I’m a dick.” 

“If I agree, will you stop apologizing and calling yourself that?”

“Yes,”

“Fine, you’re a dick,”

“I know and I’m sorry,” he smiles at you. 

You squint your eyes as his whole face beams, your hands squeezing his face and squishing his skin, “cheeky.”

He laughs and pulls you closer to him, “come here, baby.” 

Your noses touch as he leans down to get closer to your face, his lips barely touching yours. Whenever he inhales, your engrossing scent engulfs his nostrils and it brings him great comfort. Your hands cup his jaw, thumb caressing his cheeks as he opens his mouth once more, “I mean it. I regret taking you home and acting the way I did. I should’ve apologized right there and then. I should’ve taken you here and found a way to make the night better but I’m trying to make up for it now. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me in a really fucking long time and I don’t want things to change because you finally got a glimpse into another part of my life. I won’t let anything happen to you, please know that, but it will get worse. Mobs happen and it’s horrifying at times.” 

It’s something that really worries Harry and you see it take over his whole figure. His face shows vivid perturb and his body has become slightly tensed from his words. It’s true; it will get worse and when you witness it, you will be horrified. It’s something Harry has always had to worry about before making the decision to fully commit to someone. It’s affected his past relationships abdominably and he doesn’t want the same thing happening between the two of you. Like he said, you’re far too important to him and for something as riotous as this to come in between that will be heart shattering and utterly painful. This was his life, it will always be like this and if you can’t accept nor understand that, then who will? He only wants you. 

You have no idea what to say, eyes boring straight into his pale irises, clear brood written all over it. Your thumb continues to massage his skin which slightly soothes Harry’s tensed muscles and he’s worried about what will come out of your mouth. He leans back a little to read your face but your mind is so empty that the only thing you can utter really was, “I love you and I’m here for as long as you want me to, okay?”

Your words made Harry lean back further out of reflex, a sharp intake of air filling his lungs upon hearing your revelation. The sudden realization of what you just blurted out forced your eyes shut, hands covering your face in slight embarrassment. You weren’t ashamed that you said it, you were just scared whether or not he felt the same way. You hear Harry laugh and you peak out of your fingers, making him laugh harder. You take your hands off to playfully scold him, your skin saturated with redness, “oh god! Will you stop? I love you and I’m not scared to say it. Nothing’s funny about that.”

Harry chuckles some more, making his way forward to you again and takes your hand in his. He wraps it back around his neck, leaning down to take a good look at you. 

His heart is beating so fast in his chest and he was so happy that he didn’t even care if you could hear it. He’s been wanting to say the same three words to you every single time he’s with you; even when he’s just admiring you while you read a book or watching a movie, or when the two of you are simply hanging out and talking. He catches the obvious adoration in your bearing and always notices the twinkle in your eyes when you look at him. He hopes he’s been showing it as well because there’s no better feeling than loving you and he wants you to know that. 

You shy away from his stare and he titters. He tilts your chin up, teeth on full display on his face while his cheeks deepen into dimples, “you love me?”

“Yes,” your noses touch and you sigh. “I’ve said it like twice already and you, zero times.” You poke his chest in a light hearted manner.

“Actually, you just couldn’t take the hint before,” he teases you. “I thought it was very clear that I love you.” 

You bite your lip to keep your smile from widening and you close your eyes momentarily before locking eyes with him again. He scrunches his nose to keep himself from becoming too joyful because of the exchange between the two of you. You tease him back, “you’re just doing a shit job at showing it, that’s all.”

Harry gasps at your comeback and wraps both of his arms around you without hesitancy, squeezing you as tight as he can and lifting you gently off of the floor. You laugh so loud that his ears perked up at the sound, making his heart beat rapidly and somehow faster than it has ever done before.

He loves you. And you love him back. There wasn’t any doubt about it between the two of you, it was just a matter of finding the right moment to admit it at last to each other. And what better moment is there than this one in the kitchen, where the food on the stove is at its edge of burning without the two of you even noticing. 

Harry puts you back down on the floor and both of you catch your breath. You took the lead this time and grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he grasps the back of your neck with one hand and the other softly cupping your jaw. He smiles against you and you feel it, butterflies forming in your stomach as you tangle your fingers in his soft curls. He kisses you so deep, hard, full of love and savors your taste like there was no tomorrow. You feel his hand start to crawl up to grip bits of your hair but before you can let it get further than that, you pull back and you both inhale so loud it erupted an echoing chuckle. 

“Food’s gonna burn, babe,” you tell him, breathing hard.

“I’m so in love with you,” he simply says back. 

[foulbelieverwerewolf]

Mick- Pickup Truck

note- In this I made a lot of stuff up regarding plot details, if you’ve seen the show you’ll know. I don’t know if anyone will see this but if you do please do request something for this character if you’d like. I’ll do pretty much anything. 

You look out the window and see Mick’s truck in the drive, deciding you want to go down and see him craving some affection. You’d had a pretty taxing day so far studying for finals and a hug from Mick would be the best medicine. You head downstairs seeing Rio in the living room, ‘Rioooooo?’ He laughs, ‘yes love?’ you give him a big smile, ‘Where’s Micky?’ He looks to the door, ‘he just went to the garage darlin’, you nod, ‘okay thanks!’ you skip out the door and sit in the back of the truck waiting for Mick to finish whatever he was doing. He would never say no to you but you hated interrupting him in the middle of his work. Rio was important to him and to you so you didn’t meddle. But you needed him right now. You lean back on your hands in the truck and huff, ‘ugh, what a day’ you rub your eyes and run your hands over your face and go back to leaning on them. You were wearing a pretty lousy outfit considering you’d been cooped up in Mick’s room studying all day. You were in a pair of black shorts, a white tank top and some slides. You had your hair in a plait but you did put some earrings on, determined to look semi decent. Comfort was more important than everything when studying so who cares what you looked like anyway? You lay back swinging your legs, you close your eyes and hum your favourite song. It was a lovely day and the sun felt amazing on your skin. You yawn, you’d been up since 6.30am, you worked best in the morning. A few minutes pass until you hear some footsteps coming up the drive, please be Mick. ‘Y/n?’ Yess, you think to yourself. You sit up leaning on your hands again, you peer over your sunglasses taking in his appearance. He was wearing a flannel but it was open his amazing body on show, black jeans and working boots. He had a towel over his shoulder and a bit of a sweat on. ‘Fuck’, you whisper to yourself, biting your lip. You only came to say hi but now you had other ideas. He drops the spanner he was holding next to you and wipes his face with the towel throwing that down too. He extends his arms out and you take his hands, he slowly pulls you so your sitting up, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean up to kiss him. He pulls you forward gently with his hands on your waist, you wrap your legs around his waist to get closer and press your lips to his. The kiss is soft and very affectionate, he rubs your sides soothingly and you smile into the kiss. He lifts you off the truck and turns so he is sat there with you in his lap instead. The position was much more comfortable so you weren’t craning your neck, he was so tall. You pull away for air and slump forward onto Mick resting your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around your waist holding you close to him, ‘are you doing alright baby?’ he asks. ‘Yeah, I just wanted to see you is all’. He fiddles with the hem of your tank top rolling it between his fingers, his fingertips grazing your bare skin now and then. He kisses across your shoulder and neck. He does the same with your shorts caressing the skin softly, Mick’s love language was touch so his touches weren’t always sexual. You pull away and stretch your arms up leaning back, you groan feeling a little tense after being hunched over a desk all day. You look up puffing your cheeks and stretching your arms on both sides, it felt like being back in gym class. ‘Have you been studying all day?’ Mick asks, ‘yeahhh, finals are in a few weeks after all,’ he nods in understanding, ‘can I help at all?’ you smile, he was so caring and generous. You shake your head, ‘not really, it’s all too technical,’ he feigns hurt at your comment, ‘I’m smarter than I look!’ you giggle, ‘i don’t doubt that but I have lots of med student friends to help me already. And you have enough on your plate as it is,’ ‘i know sweetheart but I always have time for my girl okay?’ Butterflies erupt in your stomach when he calls you his girl, you nod looking down feeling shy all of a sudden. He tilts your head up using his index finger, he leans forward his lips by your ear ‘I’ll give you anything you ask for,’ punctuating his point with a squeeze to your thighs eliciting a soft barely audible moan, but he heard it. You silently thank your past self for choosing to tie your hair up giving him easy access to your neck which he covers in soft kisses. He caresses your thighs with his hands, ‘you’re so pretty without even trying’ you bite your inner cheek and smile at his words. You place your hands on his shoulders as he kisses behind your ear, he nibbles on your sweet spot and you shudder. He bites the skin creating a small but noticeable hickey, you whimper when he bites harder grasping the collar of his shirt. He smirks against your skin ‘such a needy girl for daddy’ he leaves a trail of soft kisses down your jawline going back to leave more hickeys on the sensitive skin of your collarbones. You tilt your head back a little and he places soft kisses down the column of your throat, he grazes his teeth over the skin of your adam’s apple. He moves the straps of your tank top down your shoulders and starts rolling them down painfully slowly just so the top of your chest could be seen. He kisses the soft flesh of the top of your breasts continuing to roll your top down, to your hips, he cups your right breast in his large tattooed hand taking the nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue around it, ‘mmmph’ you moan softly. He does the same with the other whilst placing his hands in the back of your shorts beginning to slide them down your waist, you weren’t wearing any panties either, he smirks ‘looks like someone knew what they wanted’ he squeezes the curve of your ass with one hand causing you to roll your hips into his. He groans and holds you still with a firm grip on your hips, ‘slow down baby’. You sigh running your hands over his broad chest and shoulders slipping the flannel off. You admire his bare torso and arms, ‘you have an amazing body Micky’ he swallows stopping his movements. You hold his biceps as he looks at you, he wasn’t used to compliments of any sort from anyone and you always caught him off guard. You smile at him leaning forward cupping his face and kissing his nose. You giggle and he laughs too, ‘I love you y/n,’ you peck his lips, ‘I love you too Micky’. He continues to slip your shorts off, they were already bunched up mid-thigh. He kisses your shoulder as he moves your shorts down your legs until you hear someone coming, he looks up behind you and sees some random girl walking up the drive ‘ y/n someone's coming’ he says, he was more than happy to continue, hell, he’d fuck you in front of them, it was his house and you were his girl but he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. You pull back and sigh, he quickly pulls your top up and you hike your shorts back up your legs. You get off of his lap and he hands you his flannel, you put it on and sit back on the truck as he stands to deal with whoever this girl was. As she got closer he could see her face, ‘she’s from the club’ you squint your eyes recognising her too. ‘Raya, what’s she doing here?’ He shrugs, ‘must be for Rio’. You cross your arms feeling a little hostile, Raya was never nice to you and she made it very clear she fancied Mick. Of course you were jealous of her, she was everything you were not. Tall, blonde, petite but perfectly curved figure and such a god damn pretty face. Mick didn’t really know much about the part where she liked him but he knew the two of you weren’t best buds, so naturally he harboured reservations too. He coughs clearing his throat, ‘what are you doing here?’ She laughs, she had a very silky voice, ‘what? no hug?’ Mick just looks at her unimpressed, ‘jeez, someone rolled out the wrong side of the bed this morning didn’t they?!?’ she looks at you and winks. You roll your eyes, ‘I’m here to see Rio, we have some business,’ ‘wait here, I’ll go get him’. He looks at you, ‘be nice babe’ you huff and lay back on the truck desperate to get back to what the two of you were doing before you were so rudely interrupted. You feel the ache between your legs slowly dissipate, tempted to touch yourself, but Mick hated when you did that and it didn’t feel even half as good as when he did it anyway. You groan and get up forgetting Raya was stood there, shit imagine I’d started fucking myself in front of her. You laugh at the thought, she cocks a brow at you giving you the dirtiest look. You look at her confused, ‘something funny?’ you close your eyes, ‘i’m not in the mood for your drama Raya,’ she laughs, ‘no drama, you’re so weird’,  you look at her unfazed by her weak attempt at insulting you, ‘i mean, you’re so short and you have a weird body shape, I don’t know why Mick is wasting his time with you’, you bite your tongue to keep from bursting out into tears. It was already hard enough working at that club all the time, the worker girls there were incredibly attractive and you just weren’t, compared to them, and you asked yourself that question alot, ‘what does Mick see in me?’ You’d never formulated a good answer and sometimes the insecurity ate away at you. Raya’s comments just hit a nerve and you felt smaller and more insignificant than ever before. Mick was the kind of guy every girl wanted, the classic bad boy type, why did he choose me? You were consumed by your own thoughts you didn’t even notice Raya walk off. Rio had called her inside, her, Rio, Mick and some other guys were having a ‘business’ meeting. You cross your arms and kick the dirt beneath you, chewing your inner cheek. Tears threaten to spill any minute as you contemplate everything that matters to you. You turn around and head back up the driveway, may as well channel this energy somewhere positive? There was nothing you could do to make the feeling go away but maybe you could distract yourself. You walk back into Mick’s house and past the kitchen, they were all stood around the counter. You glance in there, enough time to see Raya flip that long, perfect mane of hers and flashing that million dollar smile. All the boys looked enamoured, Mick had his eyes cast on you, you didn’t notice but he saw you and he saw the look on your face when you walked past. He knew instantly something was off and he wanted nothing more than to run after you and find out what it was but he couldn’t do that right now. You trudge up the stairs and flop on the floor in starfish position and stare at the ceiling. You pick at the rug underneath you and think about what Raya said again. You get up quickly and look in the mirror. You bunch up Mick’s flannel and scrutinise your body. She was right, you did have a weird body and you were so damn short. Mick had to pick you up almost every time you kissed, now you felt embarrassed, like a child. You sit at your desk and huff resting your head on your arms. You hit your head on your arms a few times and groan, ‘bitch’ you say out loud thinking of Raya. You decide to clean the bedroom and bathroom, maybe that would distract you. You shut the door to drown out Raya’s voice and the rest of them and put some music on. Just Like You by Falling in Reverse, your favourite band, blares through the speakers, you were high enough up in the house to play it loud as you liked. You sway your hips and start tidying your desk. It was pretty messy, paper, pens and sticky notes everywhere. About 10 minutes later you’re done, you move onto the bed changing the sheets and making it up. You open the windows to let in some fresh air and mop the bathroom and pick up some laundry that was scattered around. It’d been around 25 minutes and you go back to the mirror, you feel just as bad if not worse than before if that was possible. You roll your eyes and walk away from the mirror to the shower, working up quite a sweat from all the work you’d just done. You take Mick’s flannel off smelling it and sighing throwing it into the hamper too, you peel off all of your clothes and turn around not in the mood to see your naked form just to end up hating every part of it. You throw your clothes into the laundry and get into the shower, you open your hair and let the hot water relax you. You tilt your head back and massage your shoulders, feeling even more stressed out now than before. You look at the wall in front of you and pinch the bridge of your nose. Sighing you finish off your shower, comb through your hair and wrap yourself in a towel. You go into your bedroom, avoiding the mirrors again. You head to your closet and pick out some loungewear, it was only 4, too early for sleep. It was hot so no sweats or anything long sleeved, you pick out a black camisole and matching shorts throwing them on the bed. Ever since being with Mick, he’d bought you loads of skimpy, black, lace clothing. You didn’t mind, he had pretty good taste, but you felt shitty right now not wanting to wear something so revealing in front of him. You sigh, standing in the mirror, you hold your hair up and turn side to side examining yourself again. ‘Fuck,’ you shake your head and hold your face in your hands. ‘Babe?’ You cringe, Mick catches you mid ‘self hate session’ he raises his brows at you and walks up behind you. You clutch the towel to yourself afraid he might try and resume activities from earlier in the day, you couldn’t handle being that vulnerable right now. He places a hand on your hip the other under your chin tilting it at an angle towards him, he kisses your cheek, ‘do you wanna talk about it?’ you shake your head and start to cry, he had a way with words that made you weak. He steps in front of you pulling you into a comforting hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your head. You bury your face in his chest and place your arms over his shoulders. You stay like that for a few minutes, he rocks you back and forth, his thumb gently caressing the bare skin of your upper back. You aren’t crying anymore but you’re still worked up, ‘Mick?’ he hums, ‘why do you love me?’ he pulls away and looks down at you, giving you an are you serious look but he sees the look in your eye and sighs. He leads you to the bed, he sits on it and stands you in front of him. He grabs your hands lacing your fingers together rubbing his thumbs over the skin of your much smaller hands. He lets go and pats his thighs, ‘come here,’ you’re a little apprehensive to sit intimately with him, he holds your hips gently pulling you closer, he looks up at you, ‘it’s alright sweetie,’ you nod and settle in his lap with your knees either side of his thighs. He holds your sides and softly kisses your forehead, you place your hands on his chest and you sigh still feeling incredibly shitty. ‘Where’s this coming from?’ He knew you didn’t just randomly feel this way, there was always something that would trigger it and if he knew what then he could help. He had a pretty good idea what, or more particularly who, caused this but he won’t force you to tell him anything you aren’t yourself ready for. You stay silent for a while, he doesn’t care, Mick was a very, very patient man so he just sits there too while you gather your thoughts. You chew the inside of your cheek, tapping his shoulders and your eyes were cast down, all tell tale signs of how worked up you are. You fiddle with the bottom of the towel picking at it, you open your mouth to talk but close it again, unsure about how to say what you wanted without sounding stupid. You shake your head slightly, ‘y/n, I hope you know you can tell me whatever is on your mind, don’t hide anything from me, please?’ You look at him, tears welling up slightly again. You wipe your eyes and nod, ‘uhm, earlier when you left, it was just me and Raya obviously. She just said some things to me that bothered me a little,’ you realise you’ve greatly undersold exactly just how badly what she said bothered you. He nods, ‘tell me what she said,’ your bottom lip trembles slightly and a few tears run down your cheeks, ‘she said you were wasting your time with me and that I have a ‘weird’ body’ you emphasise the word weird , it was a ridiculous thing to say, there’s no such thing as a ‘normal’ body, people were all different shapes and sizes and that was literally just science. But you knew she was trying to tell you that you weren’t good enough for Mick and the worst part was you believed it now. Mick tightens his hold on your waist every so slightly feeling protective of you, he wished he could shield you from all of that negativity but he couldn’t. ‘I’m sorry y/n’, you look at him and furrow your brows, ‘for what?’ He glances at the clothes you’d picked out earlier and grows angrier at the fact someone made you feel like that. He feels the soft silk of the set and smiles remembering how beautiful you look whenever you wear it. ‘I’m sorry you can’t see yourself through my eyes, because then you would never ever doubt yourself for even a split second. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can tell you why I love you but then we’d die here because the list is endless. I love you because every time I see your face it makes my day. I love you because you treat me like a human being. I love you because you support me in everything I do. I love you because you have never doubted my loyalty. I love you because you are intelligent. I love you because you work so hard everyday to be a better person than yesterday. I love you because you have the cutest smile ever. I love you because you have the prettiest colour eyes. I love you because you aren’t afraid to call me out on my BS. I love you because you treat my family like your own. I love you because you are always there for me. I love you because you don’t even realise how perfect you are. I love you because you never resent me when I leave you for nights on end. I love you bec-’ you cut him off enveloping him in a tight hug. You wrap your arms around his neck, he falls back on to the bed from the unexpected force. He laughs a little, you tighten your grip burying your face in his shoulder. ‘Thank you Micky, I love you too,’ he wraps his arms around your waist squeezing too. ‘I will never stop telling you how amazing you are y/n, you’re perfect, never let anyone let you feel like you aren’t. I’ll remind you everyday,’ you smile a few tears roll down your face. This time its out of happiness, your heart feels so full and you’d never felt so grateful to have anything before as you do to have Mick. You move your head so its level with his and kiss him, the kiss is passionate and full of love and affection. In the process of moving around your towel had slipped off a little. Mick pull back, ‘I’m gonna make you realise how beautiful you are,’ he looks into your eyes and grabs the front of your towel. He maintains eye contact with you as he slowly pulls it away from your body. He throws it to the side and sits up with you. He holds you by the back of your thighs and shifts so you’re underneath him. At this point you’re completely naked and he has too many clothes on. Well, it was just a tank and his jeans but it was still too much, you wanted to feel his skin too. He makes quick work of removing his shoes and pants. He peels his tank top off too but leaves his underwear. Still a tease. He settles in between your legs, you bend your knees and part them a little to accommodate his significantly larger frame. He runs his hands over your thighs and hips and leans down to kiss you, you moan softly when he rocks his hips into yours slowly. You deepen the kiss placing your hands on his shoulders, you move your hips slightly too, desperate for a little more friction. Perhaps on a different night you’d there would be more foreplay and teasing but Mick did not want to do that right now he just wanted you to feel good. He moves one hand and slips his underwear off completely sliding them off the bed along with your clothes from earlier. The feeling of his erection pressed against your head as he grinds against you has you losing it underneath him. You squirm a little, whimpering just waiting for him to take you. You were still horny from earlier today, the feeling rushing back so quickly. Mick moves his lips to your ear, ‘such a pretty girl on your back for daddy,’ you whine when he rubs the tip of his cock over your folds. He groans hearing your pretty moans and you wrap your legs around his waist arching your back slightly for him. He slides his cock slowly into your heat taking his time knowing you’d need stretching out a little. You grab the sheets bunching them up the more he slides in, he bottoms out eventually. You feel his cock twitch inside you and breathe out, he leans down kissing your neck softly, he wasn’t rough this time, making love to you. You place a hand behind his head pulling him down to kiss him, ‘fuck me. please?’, he smiles into the kiss and slides in and out slowly. You moan, the tip of his shaft hitting the right spot over and over again. You moans grow increasingly louder and louder as Mick fucks into you faster and faster. ‘Does that feel good princess?’ You nod and bite your lip when he thrusts even harder. He brings a thumb to your lips, swiping it across your lower lip, you take it into your mouth swirling your tongue around it. He brings his thumb to your swollen clit rubbing it in fast circles. You moan his name, ‘I’m gonna cum daddy’ he looks into your eyes, ‘its okay baby, cum for me princess’. He takes one of your legs hooking it over his shoulder, you scream when he keeps pounding into you, he continues rubbing your clit holding your abdomen with the other hand to pull your body down to meet his thrusts. Your toes curl and you dig your nails into his arm holding your abdomen. The coil in your stomach tightens, you squeeze your eyes closed and your orgasm hits you hard, you moan his name. He runs his hand over your stomach and lets go of your leg slowing down his thrusts as he approached his own climax. You keep your legs wrapped around his waist, you clench your walls around his dick and he moans falling forward spilling his seed into you. He rests his head in the crook of your neck leaving soft kisses on your shoulder. He shifts his hips a little to move his cock out of you but you wrap your legs around him tighter whining. He smirks and lets you have what you want. You smile and sigh, you loved the feeling of Mick filling you. You hum and hug Mick wrapping your arms around his neck. He rolls off of you to the side but pulls your body with him so you’re facing him. He kisses you softly as you hook one leg around his waist. You moan when he shifts a little a spike of pleasure shoots through you. You place your hands on his shoulders and get closer to him pressing your lips to his again. He places a hand on your lower back and the other under your knee pulling you even closer. He moves his hips again thrusting you in and out. You moan in sheer pleasure as he fucks you for the second time. You throw your head back and he leans forward nipping softly at the sensitive skin of your collarbones and neck. He kisses the pulse point of your neck, ‘are you going to cum for me again baby girl?’ you nod whimpering when his hand on your back squeezes your ass. ‘Yes daddy, make me cum again,’ he moans loving it when you talked dirty to him. He rolls you on top of him moving both hands up to your hips to pull you down to meet his strong thrusts. ‘Fuck,’ he moans seeing your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts, you moan and whimper uncontrollably being filled at this new angle was almost too much. You breathe erratically your climax building much faster this time, you struggle to hold yourself up anymore your legs trembling from the overstimulation, Mick puts his hands on your back pulling you down to him. He kisses your lips rubbing your back soothingly to calm you. ‘Don’t stop Micky’, he continues the pace of his thrusts gripping your ass to fuck into you harder. You moan and whimper into his ear, ‘fuck y/n, you’re gonna kill me’, you moan in sync with each of his thrusts. You grip the sheets beside you white knuckling as your release hits you again, your eyes roll into your head and you moan Mick’s name for the 1000th time tonight. He moans as you come undone on top of him. A few pumps later and he finishes inside you again. His cock softens slipping out of you with ease. You sigh feeling empty, Mick caresses your back slowly bringing you down from your high. Your legs already start to feel sore, you had to spread them so wide for him, it killed but was all worth it. You suck in a breath feeling the pain in your thighs mostly. He rubs your outer thighs massaging the muscles softly. You rest your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as it slows to its normal rate. You hum in content, Mick was the king of aftercare. ‘Does it hurt too much?’ he asks you, ‘no just a little, it’ll be worse in the morning,’ he smirks secretly he loved the idea that he could do that to you and you liked it. You sit up slowly resting your hands on his chest you lean forward a little. He moves his hands from your thighs to your hips helping you off of him. You sigh feeling more comfortable with your legs not stretched out over him. You bring your knees up a little sitting up on the bed, Mick brings a hand to your upper back caressing your bare skin, you look at him and smile. You felt a million times better now. You fall back onto your pillows and Mick wraps an arm around your shoulders bringing you close to him. ‘How are you?’ You turn in his grasp, ‘much better thanks to you,’ he leans down kissing you wrapping an arm around your waist. You rest your head on his chest, one hand over his abdomen, he was too built to wrap it around so it sort of just laid there but he liked it and so did you. You rake your nails over his sides in a soothing way and he traces circles down the curve of your spine. He settles his hand on your lower back, he rubs the back of your neck too resting his hand on the back of your head for a moment. He kisses the top of your head and continues rubbing your back, you hum in content running your hand up and down his sides. His hand was close to your ass, like always, you could feel the warmth radiate from his fingertips and it got you in the mood all over again. You shift a little underneath him and moan involuntarily when you feel his length against your bare leg. Mick doesn’t register whats happening until you look at him. You rest your chin on your arm across his chest giving him the most obvious ‘fuck me’ eyes ever. You bite your lip sitting up a little running your hands over his chest. He doesn’t do anything yet just lets you carry on, seeing how far you would go. You lean down to kiss him and he places his hands on your back again, you bite his lower lip a little and he groans not expecting it. You start kissing his neck and shoulders and move your lips to his ear, ‘daddy I want you to make me cum again,’ you giggle when he squeezes your ass, ‘such a dirty girl’ he stops your movements sliding you underneath him again. He spreads your legs again kneeling before you, ‘tell me what you want princess,’ you tilt your head ‘i want you to eat my pussy’. He smirks and cocks his brow at you, ‘daddy will you eat my pussy please?’ He leans down capturing you in a heated kiss, he knew how much you loved head, almost as much as him. He grinds against you slightly, you moan and he slips his tongue in to your mouth. ‘Are you my girl?’ You nod, he kisses down your neck and chest, ‘say it’, you moan when he kisses your nipples, he bites the flesh of your chest, ‘say it’. You moan, ‘i’m your girl daddy,’ he smirks swirling his tongue over the hickeys and taking your nipples into his mouth. You whimper at his touch as he kisses down your stomach. He swirls his tongue in your belly button and you giggle, he chuckles at your behaviour massaging your breasts. His tongue reaches your heat and he licks your core. You moan not expecting him to be so forward, he holds your hips and you interlace your fingers with his. His tongue flicks your clit rapidly and your orgasm rapidly builds up. You moan and whimper underneath his touch. ‘Mmm that feels so good daddy’ you moan erratically when he sucks harshly on your clit. He massages your left breast with his left hand and bring his right hand to your inner thigh. He softly caresses the skin and pushes it to the side fully exposing your entrance to him. He pulls away and rubs circles on your overstimulated clit and without warning inserts a finger into your entrance. You whine when he moves his lips close to your slick but doesn’t move. You wriggle your hips desperate for some friction. He doesn’t stop you like his typical dominant self would because tonight was all about you. He only holds your hips massaging the skin there to encourage you to relax, he adds another fingers brushing against your g spot. You moan loudly, ‘M-Mick, I’m gonna cum’, he kisses your clit and flicks his tongue against it, ‘cum for me baby’ his words send you tumbling over the edge again. You arch your back off the bed as he continues fingering you throughout your climax. He crawls up hovering over you, you smile feeling incredibly satisfied. Mick pins his hands over your head and slowly enters you. You gasp not expecting it, he sheaths his entire cock within your heat and you moan in delight. He slowly moves as you arch your back off the bed, your nipples brush against his chest causing Mick to breathe out. He kisses your neck and shoulder leaving soft love bites. His lips brush over a sensitive spot causing you to whine.  ‘You deserve to be loved baby, every inch of your body deserves to be loved,’ he whispers to you. You attempt to move your hands, wanting to touch him but he tightens his grip causing you to groan, he smirks against your chest assaulting your nipples with his skilful tongue. ‘Please?’ He moans hearing how needy you are for his touch, ‘please what baby girl?’ you bite your lip and moan when he thrusts deeper inside of you. ‘Please can I touch you daddy?’ He smirks releasing his grip on your wrists and you run your hands over his broad shoulders, ‘mmm, you’re so hot’ you say to him. He kisses you passionately never getting used to your compliments. You feel yourself close to the edge but you need just a little more to get you there. ‘Harder please’, he groans and kneels up spreading your legs apart as wide as they could. He grabs your hips and fucks your pussy hard. You breasts bounce with each strong thrust and you claw the sheets. You moan and whimper underneath Mick feeling so oversensitive. You start to feel a little embarrassed as Mick holds you as he fucks you, realising just how much you’d let go tonight. You bite your lip to stifle your moans attempting to regain some composure, ‘no y/n, I want to hear you,’ he looks into your eyes encouraging you to be noisy. He squeezes your abdomen and you moan again. ‘That’s it baby, moan for me,’ He brings his thumb down to rub circles on your swollen clit. He starts slow and you moan louder wanting more friction. It’s like he can read your mind as he starts rubbing faster and harder. ‘I want to hold you’, Micks heart bursts. Even in such a heated moment you wanted his affection. He leans down and you wrap your arms around his neck kissing his neck softly. He keeps rubbing your clit and thrusting in to you. You rake your nails down his back and your legs start to tremble, partly from being spread for so long and partly from the multiple orgasms and the one you were about to have. He kisses your lips, and you moan against his mouth as your orgasm washes over you. You throw your head back screaming his name pretty loud, he moans too watching you absolutely lose it and spills his seed into you for the third time tonight. You breathe rapidly trying to control yourself. Mick pulls out of you and rubs your abdomen and legs giving you time to settle. He kneels in front of you, ‘you’re so pretty when you scream my name y/n’ you blush and hide your face in your hands. He laughs and easily pries your hands away. He leans forward kissing your nose, ‘don’t hide that beautiful face from me.’ You wrap your arms around his neck and the two of you just lay there for a while holding each other. It was crazy, your relationship. He was a big bad guy, he did scary and illegal things and you were a hard working, stressed out, ‘innocent’ medical student. You laugh, ‘what’s so funny?’ Mick rolls to the side not wanting to crush you and you remain on your back looking at the ceiling. ‘Do you ever think how much of a weird couple we are?’ He doesn’t respond right away, ‘we are like polar opposites,’ he hums, ‘yes we are but that doesn’t mean we can’t love each other. Opposites do attract don’t they?’. You roll over to face him flinging an arm across his abdomen and resting your head on his shoulder. ‘Yeah, something like that.’ He looks down at you and he can see the cogs turning in your mind. ‘I’ll never leave you,’ you clench your jaw a little, was this man a psychic or something. ‘I know that’s what you think about y/n, but I promise you, you do not need to ever worry about that happening.’ You sit up crossing your legs looking at him with a ponderous look in your eyes. He puts a hand on your thigh and caresses it lovingly, ‘you’re everything to me, all I could ever possibly need’ you don’t know what to say. You interlace your fingers with his and he kisses the back of your hand. You jump on top of him enveloping him in a bear hug, you are so much smaller than him so it really doesn’t faze him but he laughs and hugs you. ‘You are my home y/n.’ You squeeze him, ‘you are my home too Mick.’ He glances at the time it was 3.30. ‘My god, we were at it for almost 2 hours,’ you giggle. He runs his hands up and down your back, ‘does it hurt?’ You nod, ‘a little yeah’. He sighs, ‘it’s okay, I like it,’ you blush when he stops moving his hands and rests them on your ass. ‘You just can’t get enough can you?’ he teases you but he was right, you’d be his whore forever to be completely honest. He plays with your hair a little which was a plait but was now a mess. He takes your hair tie out and detangles it. It was very soothing and you felt yourself nodding off. He squeezes your shoulders, ‘don’t fall asleep honey, you’ll struggle tonight’ you groan and sit up. You grab Mick’s shirt throwing it on. ‘Coffee time’, you climb off of Mick’s lap and go to stand slowly. You wince when you put pressure on your feet and let out a breath. Mick just lays there looking amused but secrelty loving the fact you let him be so rough with you. 

[tudorstella]

Vegas Lights // H.S One Shot

cw // sex club, use of toys, edging, oral (f receiving)

Vegas.

I just finished the first show of the tour and feel like I’m on top of the world. Absolutely nothing will beat the adrenaline rush I feel when I walk out onto that stage, hearing fans scream at the top of their lungs for me and sing along to the songs I wrote.

I’ve always had a bit of a thing for praise.

After saying my thanks to the band and crew for helping put on such an amazing performance, I make my way back to my dressing room to clean up a bit. Every time I’m in Vegas I make a special stop to a club on the strip. It’s the type of club where I have to go in through the back door because the publicity if the world saw Harry Styles walking into “Vegas Lights” would be absolutely insane.

I don’t plan on changing because there’s something about the shiny pink vest I’m wearing that makes me feel more confident than ever.

I make sure that I’m quick in cleaning up considering it’s already nearing one in the morning and I can’t help but get excited in anticipation.

The drive there was only about 15 minutes and as I walk in through the back door, I’m met with the smell of sex and cigarettes. A smell I would never get tired of.

As I walk through the club, no one pays any mind to me, too busy in their own doings. That is until I sit down at one of the couches near the corner right in front of a stage with a pole in the center.

As soon as I sit down a woman approaches me wearing one of the filthiest pieces of lingerie I think I’ve ever seen. It’s a brighter pink that nearly matches the color of my outfit and stands out against her tanned skin and it looks like it took at least three people to get on. From the straps that lay just around but don’t cover her tits, to the lace around her midsection that straps onto the tights that go to her mid thigh, and the tiny panties that show more than they cover, all tied together with a choker with a metal heart in the middle of it, I can’t stop staring.

Bold in her movements, she comes to stand between my spread legs from my leaned back position on the couch and leans forward so far that our noses are nearly touching. I have trouble keeping my breathing steady and when she speaks, my breath hitches slightly which she definitely notices by the smile that spreads on her face.

“Hi,” she whispers near my ear and it sends immediate shivers down my spine.

“Hi” I simply reply back and watch as dimples indent into her cheeks from my meek demeanor. I lift my hands up to place them on her hips but stop myself to ask if I can. Before I can get the words out though she puts her hands on mine and places them on her hips before moving her hands back to the couch behind my head.

I’ve always found myself to be a little shy when first starting out with someone new, I usually let them take control until we’ve found a working rhythm and can read each other's bodys without having to say anything. That’s when I like to take control back.

Rather than leaning over me, she moves her knees so they’re on either side of my hips and sits down practically right on top of my dick. The sudden movement makes me tilt my head back slightly and close my eyes.

She begins to move her hips in a teasing pattern and I know she feels my dick harden underneath her because she pushes herself down further to apply more pressure. “I’m Kerr” she says to me and I barely catch it, too caught up in the restricted pleasure she’s giving me.

“H-Harry” I manage to stutter out while looking straight into her eyes and she lets a smile spread on her face again.

“Yeah, kinda got that. Your face has been plastered all over the strip for weeks now. First show was tonight, yeah?” She asks me while continuously grinding down onto me. The feeling is starting to become unbearable but god it feels so good. I finally process what she says and can feel my cheeks heat up knowing that she recognized me.

“Ye- Uh, yes. Yeah. Got off stage not even an hour ago.”

As she continued to grind down on me, she leaned in closer so her lips were right by my ear. “What a filthy boy. Tell me Harry, did it get you off? All those people screaming for you? What would your fans think if they knew you were here right now?”

I let out an involuntary moan at her words that had me cringing as soon as it left my mouth. Another large smile tugs up on her lips and she stops her movements on my lap.

“Well since you got to put on a show tonight, I think it’s only fair I give you one now” before I even get to say anything, she’s taking my hands off her waist and standing up to walk onto the small stage in front of me.

I whine at the loss of contact but soon relieve it by working my hand down to my dick, applying pressure in the same way Kerr just was with her hips. When she gets up on the stage, I take note of the heels I didn’t notice she had on earlier. They were white stilettos but the strap around the ankle was a chain.

With confidence oozing from her, she begins to work her way around the pole as I watch in awe, palming myself through the fabric of my pants. Soon enough though, the throbbing I feel soon becomes unbearable so I stand up and walk closer to the stage.

At eye level with her hips, nothing between us but a pole, I leave a small kiss right underneath the strap of her thong resting on the left side of her hip. “C’mon Kerr, why don’t we go to a room?”

I go to grab her waist and help her down from the stage but before I can even get a hand on her, I feel her push her heel against my chest. “I don’t know Harry, I don’t think that sounded convincing enough. How bad do you want it?”

“So bad.”

The words that come out of her mouth next send my heart racing and I can feel my dick twitch from the confines of my boxers at the thought of even doing what she just asked me to.

“Then beg.”

No one has ever asked me to do that before, but I want to. So I do.

“Please Kerr, please take me back to a room. I’ll be good and listen, do whatever you want. Please” I pathetically beg and she lifts her shoe off of my chest and gets off the stage, not even looking back at me before she starts walking away towards the private rooms.

I hurry to follow behind her like a lost little puppy.

I’m not a stranger to these rooms and have been back here multiple times but this time feels extremely different. Usually at this point I have control and am telling someone what to do but right now, I am completely at her mercy.

If she told me to sit in the corner and watch as she fucked herself, I would go sit in that corner in a heartbeat.

The room she choses is bigger than the ones I’ve been in before. There is a large canopy bed in the middle of the room with a couch towards the left, a sex swing on the right, and a large TV screen on the wall in front of the bed. The wall that the TV is hanging on is one large mirror and over towards the corner there is a stripper pole next to a chest full of all different kinds of toys.

I like to come to this club whenever I’m in Vegas because I know they keep everything clean. You have to be checked for any form of STD before you’re even allowed in the club, and they sterilize every single thing in every room after every use, even if something isn’t used.

When I finally take in my surroundings, Kerr walks up to me and walks us backwards until the back of my legs hit the bed. I sit down and she straddles my lap once more before pushing my shoulders so I’m fully laying down.

“Now, wait here while I go get some things. Any suggestions?” She says as she gets up off of my lap and walks towards the chest in the corner of the room.

All that’s running through my mind right now is that I want her to tie me up but I’m scared to say it and make a fool out of myself. She can definitely read my hesitancy though because before she grabs any toys, she comes back over to the bed and sits beside me.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed Harry. I’m not judging you, we’re both here to enjoy ourselves. So why don’t you tell me what you want to do” I’ve been here countless times before to know that she’s telling the truth and I never felt like this before so I don’t know what’s different about tonight.

I feel my palms get sweaty and I flicker my eyes between hers out of pure anxiety centered towards her question.

“Okay, how about you just go grab it for me? Maybe once we get into it you’ll feel a little less shy” I nod my head at her suggestion and walk towards the chest to grab a pair of handcuffs to bring back to the bed.

“I want you to use these on me. I-If you want” I say as I crawl back on the bed and hand them to her, moving closer to the headboard.

“Y’know, I was gonna grab these too” she tells me while guiding my hands up to the bars of the headboard to connect my hands to them with the handcuffs. When I feel the tight pull on my wrists, I throw my head back in this newfound pleasure.

Once the handcuffs are secured around my wrists, I maneuver my body so I’m laying down. I feel much more comfortable now that we’ve gotten that out of the way and I’m ready to be at her mercy.

She walks back over to the chest and pulls out a wand vibrator and comes back over to the bed but before she gets on it, she pulls down her thong and I can see from where I’m laying on the bed that she’s already soaked.

Getting up onto the bed, she throws one leg over me and is straddling my waist just below my butterfly tattoo and leaning back so I have a direct view of her exposed center. “Now, because you were so desperate to get me in here, you’re gonna watch me get myself off first and maybe then I’ll help you out.”

I whine at the idea of watching her get off and really can’t be bothered about the fact that I’m not receiving anything physical because I’m blessed to just be in the same room as her. I look her up and down and take the time to admire her but my thoughts are quickly interrupted when I hear a faint buzzing right before I see her push the vibrator up against her clit.

She slightly arches her back at the contact and the sight alone makes my eyes close, to be met with a slap on the chest. “Eyes open Harry, watch me.” I shoot my eyes open and watch as she lets the vibrator get her off.

This goes on for a couple more minutes until it seems as if she got bored of the toy because she tossed it to the side and scooted herself up so she was sitting on my butterfly. “I like this tattoo, is there any meaning behind it?” she asks.

I’m in an almost hazy state and can’t wrap my head around the fact that she’s asking such a personal question in a time like this but despite my confusion, I answer anyway. “Well when I was little I always ha- oh fuck” as I’m answering her question she begins to grind down on my fucking tattoo and I can feel how wet she is.

Too blissed out in the feeling of her on top of me, I don’t even notice when she picks the vibrator back up until I hear it buzzing again. This time though, she doesn’t bring it to her clit, she reaches behind her and places it on my cock that has been aching to be touched ever since she got off of me outside on the couches.

“Fuck Kerr! Feels s’good. Please leave it there, please” I arch my back up in pleasure as I speak and try to reach down to grab her waist but the handcuffs prevent me from doing so. She turns the speed on the vibrator up while she continues to grind down on top of my butterfly which elicits a string of moans from me and right as I feel like I’m about to reach my high, she pulls away.

She turns the vibrator off and stills on top of my waist as her legs shake by each of my hips. I let out a pathetic whine from the way she pushed me right to the very edge just to stop at the last moment.

I let her recover from the high she just felt but as soon as she’s able to get up, I decide it’s finally time to take control.

“Kerr, take the handcuffs off.”

She immediately does as I say and as soon as I have feeling in my arms again, I flip us around so she’s below me.

“You thought that was really cute, yeah? Edging me? I really did think I was gonna give up all control tonight, but I think I’d like some back. That okay with you?” I ask all of this in a slightly frustrated tone and it definitely caught her off guard because she immediately nodded her head.

“Ah ah, don’t go quiet on me now. Wanna hear you say it doll.”

She closes her eyes in what looks to be regret before opening them again and speaking. “Yes. It’s okay with me. Please fuck me Harry.”

At her consent, I’m quick to get the sparkly vest off of me as well as my pants and boxers. I’m fully naked though and she still has some of her lingerie on so she’s quick to help me take it all off, leaving nothing but the choker on.

I stick a finger underneath the metal ring of her choker to pull her up and once we’re both to our feet, I pick her up and wait for her to wrap her legs around my waist before walking towards the wall.

I line my dick up with her center and without another warning, slam into her in one go, causing her back to roughly hit the wall.

“Fuck Harry! You’re so big” she moans as I begin to pound into her at a rapid pace. Finally being able to feel her walls wrapped around my cock is making my head spin and I let it fall back as I close my eyes, listening to the sound of skin slapping against skin and her loud moans.

I move one of my hands that’s holding her thigh up until I reach her neck, where I apply pressure and watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head in pleasure.

“Tongue out for me, doll” at my words she sticks her tongue out and I waste no time spitting in her mouth and watching my saliva pool on the tip of her tongue. She moans at the contact on her tongue and puts it back in her mouth to swallow it.

“Such a good girl, following directions. You feel so good around me baby”the way she teased me earlier about how much I love praise definitely worked in her favor because it only made me realize that she also has a praise kink.

So I’m gonna do everything I can to praise the fuck out of her.

I feel my legs getting weaker as I near my release so I move us back over towards the bed and lay her down on her back with us still connected and start to thrust into her a lot slower than before in order to hold out our releases.

“So beautiful Kerr, have I told you that yet?” I can tell she’s in the hazy state I was in earlier because her eyes are lidded and she slowly nods her head no.

“Well, I should’ve.”

She moans at my praise and starts to push her hips down to meet mine. I look to my left and see the vibrator that she left on the bed and decide to use it to both of our benefits. I grab it and turn it on to one of the lowest settings and place it right above my dick and on her clit.

At the initial contact she threw her head back with a string of incoherent moans, my name being one of them thrown in there somewhere. Because of the close proximity, I can also feel the vibrations and it makes my movements slow even more.

I lean over so I’m closer to her, and with one hand holding the vibrator to her clit, the other holds myself up right by her head. With our newfound close proximity, she grabs my back and scratches her hand down the entirety of my back in reaction to the pleasure.

My back arches at the pain but I welcome the feeling, moaning into her ear about how good it felt.

“Fuck, Kerr, do that again. I’m so close” her claws scratch my back once more and without warning, I feel her release all over my cock. Her walls begin to squeeze me over and over again and I turn the vibrator off so I don’t hurt her overstimulated center.

“Where do you want me? Tell me, please. I’m gonna come, Kerr, you feel so good. So fucking good” we probably should’ve talked about a condom beforehand but we were so caught up in the moment, neither of us even thought about it.

“Inside me. Fill me up, please. I’m on birth control, I wanna feel it. Please.”

Just her begging alone was all it took for me to finally let go. While my high was taking over, I rested my forehead against Kerr’s shoulder while we both rode out the blissful waves.

When I was fully over my high and came to my senses, I carefully pulled out of Kerr and worked my way down her body, peppering light kisses every so often until I came face to face with her center, with my cum dripping down it.

With zero hesitance I lick from her entrance to her clit and she squeezes her thighs around my legs in reaction to the oversensitivity. Her hands make their way to my hair as I continue to clean her up and when there’s no remnant of me anywhere on her, I move back up to the top of the bed to lay down with her.

“So Harry, before you go back to rockstar on tour life tomorrow, wanna go back out there and have a couple drinks? I don’t think I got to finish my show.”

I laugh at her suggestion and nod my head yes before standing up to put my clothes back on. Before I'm able to get fully dressed though, she picks up my vest and puts it on. I don’t argue but I do give her a funny look considering it doesn’t even cover up much.

“What, you just fucked my brains out and expect me to go back out there in just lingerie? I’m too hot for that, everyone out there will be all over me and I need at least three hours before I can go again.”

I mean, she’s not wrong.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Summer Mornings (Charlie Weasley NSFW smut)

Character: Charlie Weasley x Plus Size!Female!Reader

Plot: You’re a friend of Fred and George and spend summers with the Weasleys’. One summer, you and Charlie grow close and something blooms on those summer mornings.

Warnings: Sex, Rating Mature, smut, swearing

Note: may make a part 2, depending on whether people want that or not!

You smiled as you picked up the envelope, knowing that messy handwriting that had your name scrawled on the front of it. Eagerly, you ripped it open, desperate to drink in the words of the letter. It was from Charlie, Charlie Weasley. Yes, you would admit that when you first received a letter from him last September it was a little odd, especially considering you were a friend of Fred and George’s and not necessarily Charlie’s. Now, though, you were always awaiting his next letter, hungry for the stories he would tell and the pictures he’d paint.

Something had changed last summer. Something that shifted in the dynamic of yours and Charlie’s relationship. You’d known Charlie for years since you were a friend of Fred and George. You were a year older than the twins and every summer they invited you to the Burrow to spend the holiday with them and their family. You loved the Weasley family, all of them were lovely, even Percy - once Percy had a shot of firewhiskey in him he became much friendlier. So, yes, you’d known Charlie for years but it wasn’t until one summer that everything changed. You began to notice him more; how charming he was, how happy his laughter was, the one tuft of hair that would never go down and would instead point in any direction it fancied. His good looks you were already aware of but him in general, you’d always sort of looked past until one summer.

Things changed when he asked you to go for a walk early one morning with him. You accepted. The conversation was mainly small talk, chatting about the weather, the next few weeks of summer, what you were planning to do career wise until you started to ask him about his job. He had given you a general answer when you grabbed his arm and practically begged him to tell you stories of it.

“It’s a world entirely different to the one I’m used to, Charlie,” you said to him as you pulled him to sit on the warm grass under a large tree with you, “Just one story.”

He had smiled at you, some unknown expression across his face, “Okay... What would you like to know?”

You’d spent hours out there with him that day. One story turned into ten and you were captivated by his adventures. He didn’t do all of the talking though, he asked about you, what you enjoyed doing, what your passions were and what you wanted to do next. He encouraged you towards your goals, encouraged you to believe that you could do anything that you set your mind to. It was only when you heard Mrs Weasley screeching loudly that ‘LUNCH IS READY!’ that you both realised the time.

“It’s lunch time already?” You asked, amazed.

Charlie smiled fondly at you, “Time flies, eh?”

He helped you up, holding out his hand for you to take to help yourself up with. As he let go of your hand, you realised you missed the warmth of it. You walked in silence for a couple of minutes, both content, when he stopped you, “That was... Talking to you was... It was lovely.” He was unsure of the words to say, he didn’t want to overstep a line but something changed in him that day. He began to really see you, you weren’t just his brothers friend, you were his friend now too.

Every morning, the routine became the same; you and Charlie would go for a walk, sit under the same tree, looking out the rolling hills, and talk for hours. You would make a small picnic for the two of you complete with tea, sandwiches and a biscuit. Mrs Weasley gave you a smile every morning as you prepared it, it always seemed like a sneaky smile but you know now that it was more of a knowing smile. You would sit with Charlie in the sun and even if it was raining Charlie would cast a protection bubble around the two of you so that you could still enjoy the privacy outdoors together.

Charlie fast became one of your closest friends, he had a way of just making you feel so comfortable and safe when talking to him. You could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge you or make you feel silly. He was one of your closest friends but... that wasn’t all. You hadn’t realised until Ginny teased you one afternoon saying, “Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with my brother.” You’d laughed it off but you began to realise what you truly felt for the older Weasley boy.

Whatever you felt for him though, nothing could happen. Charlie was leaving tomorrow early morning... Summer was over and he was leaving soon. It hurt you, truly and deeply. He would be going back to Romania. You had realised how you felt for him too late.

Charlie had suggested that you go for an evening walk instead since he would be leaving before you’d have the chance to go for your usual morning walk. Charlie prepared the picnic basket this time. Every time you tried to walk into the kitchen, Molly would usher you out and continue talking in hushed whispers with Charlie... something was going on.

You walked in silence with Charlie to your spot under the tree when Charlie stopped you from sitting. He pulled a blanket out of the basket and with a smile, he laid it out for you, “I thought since this is the last time we do this until next summer, I’d make it special.”

You frowned at him, “Why do I feel like you’re plotting something?”

Charlie grinned at you, “You see right through me.”

You sat on the blanket and Charlie started pulling out dinner for tonight. Turns out he’d gotten your favourite food from the cafe in town, thank god for ever warm charms that keep food warm, “Charlie, wow,” you breathed out, it touched you that he’d went to the effort of getting your favourite things. But that wasn’t all, he pulled out all types of desserts that he knew you loved and to top it all off, he flicked his wand and little balls of lights danced in the air.

“It’s...” You looked at him with tears in your eyes, “Oh, Charlie, it’s beautiful.”

His smile was wide but his eyes were sad, “I wanted our last night to be special... but let’s not dwell on that just now, tuck in.”

It will remain one of your memories that night with Charlie. Dinner was lovely and conversation flowed but afterwards, the atmosphere changed and the relationship shifted. You both took a lead of faith.

You and Charlie had been laying on the blanket, stargazing, when he rolled onto his side to look at you, “What?” You asked with a nervous laugh, “You make me nervous when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that,” you rolled your eyes, “Stop it,” you swatted at him with your hand but he caught your wrist easily.

“No.” It took you by surprise, the change in his tone and expression. He wasn’t laughing or joking around. He was serious, “These last few weeks with you have been some of the best. I’ve loved getting to know you, getting to talk with you is the highlight of my day and I hope you know how much I’ll miss that... how much I’ll miss you.” There was a secret confession in his words that you only figured out when you looked into his eyes. Your breathing hitched in your throat slightly as he began to lean forwards, “Can I... Can I kiss you?”

You nodded as your eyes fluttered shut and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You’d imagined this moment for weeks, you’d imagined kissing him and feeling his skin against yours... the real thing was much better than imagination. But soon the soft, gentle kiss began to get hungrier and hungrier until your hands were tangled in his hair and his hands were on your hips.

He pulled away, panting, pressing his forehead against yours, “Is this... Do you want...” Me. 

You nodded quickly, “I want you, I want this.”

Charlie kissed you again, hard and fast. He rolled over you as your hands tugged at his shirt. He broke the kiss to sit up and pull his shirt off. You bit your lip as you looked at him; muscled body littered with silver scars and a dragon tattoo that curled over his shoulder, sleeping soundly. Your eyes trailed up to his face, he smirked at you before you sat up and allowed him to pull your t-shirt off exposing your flesh to him. You were nervous of him seeing all of you, seeing every angle of you, every lump and roll and but the way he looked at you made those worries fade. He looked at you with such adoration in his eyes, in fact, he had always looked at you like that but you were only just realising.

He puffed out a breath of ‘fuck’. He drank you in, appreciating every curve, every freckle, every blemish on your body, “You’re perfect.” Charlie kissed you again, leaning you back to lie down before his lips began to trail to your neck, kissing and sucking, making sure he left his mark on your soft skin. This was the last time you’d see him in almost a year, you had to make sure you savoured every moment, every breath.

As Charlie’s easily unhooked your bra and tossed it aside in a fluid motion, you could feel butterflies in your stomach as he exposed your bare flesh to him. All he had to do was look at you and feel your soft skin and his excitement grew. His tongue circled your nipple as he pinched the other gently. You gasped under him, arching your back as pleasure filled you. Charlie had a way of making you feel like no other. He was attentive and paid special attention to your body, testing the waters, figuring out what you liked. He smirked against your breast as you moaned softly. Your moans drove him wild, oh how desperately he needed you in this moment.

“P-Please,” you whimpered, “I-I need you.” You could feel how wet you were already without so much as touching yourself, you could feel your excitement pooling between your legs just waiting for him.

Charlie grinned, as he stood as kicked his jeans off revealing himself to you, practically making you beg for him. He knelt in front of you, slowly pulling your jeans off. He was torturing you, enjoying seeing you so needy and desperate for him. Of course he was desperate to have you, to feel you but he wanted to savour these touches. His hands ran over your legs, groaning as he touched you, “You drive me crazy,” he whispered as he stared hungrily at you, “I need you.”

“Have me,” you whispered, breathing getting caught in your throat every time he touched you, “I’m all yours.”

“I want to taste you first, kiss you all over.” He kissed over your stomach, loving the feeling of your soft curves under his lips and fingertips. Instinctively, you’d tried to hide your stomach, scared he might not find your stomach rolls or the fat on your belly attractive but Charlie moved your hands out of the way, intertwining your fingers, “Perfection,” he whispered, kissing your stomach once more before going lower and pressing soft kisses to your thighs.

You’d never had anyone touch you the way he did, you’d never had anyone spend so much time wanting to just touch you and feel you... You’d never had anyone want to please you as much as Charlie did. It made your stomach flip but not from nerves, it was something else. It was a level of intimacy that you’d never experienced and you knew that it wouldn’t just be a one time thing. No, it was too intimate for a one night stand. Charlie’s actions hadn’t been with the intention of a one night stand, no, he wanted this... he wanted you. The thought excited you. It felt nice to have someone want you; it felt nice to have Charlie  want you. Charlie was a handsome man, he got a lot of attention. He was muscled and chiselled to perfection. He was that perfect mixture of rugged and rough around the edges. But he wasn’t rough, in fact, he was one of the kindest, most respectful people you’d met. No wonder he got attention.

You were honestly a little shocked that he would want you like this. You weren’t used to attention like this, from people like Charlie. You didn’t deem yourself worthy of someone’s attention or love like this; you didn’t deem yourself worthy of Charlie’s attention or love. You’d always hidden away, insecure of your looks and your body. You weren’t stick thin, you had lumps and bumps and rolls of stomach fat and wobbly thighs and a jiggly tummy. It made you nervous for him to see you in your entirety but Charlie didn’t care. He loved the way you looked. He loved the softness of your skin, the warmth of your thighs; he loved it.

Your eyes snapped open as your hips involuntarily jerked against his face as his tongue flicked against your clit. You let out a loud moan as your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut. Charlie knew exactly how to feel good, he was a fast learner. He quickly found out how sensitive you were and relished the feeling of making you squirm and grind against his tongue. Your hands clutched his as you moaned, “I need you,” you panted, “Please.”

But he wasn’t finished. He wanted to make you cum, wanted to hear those sweet noises tumble out of your mouth as you climaxed. Charlie got off on pleasuring you, making you feel as good as he could possibly make you feel. He sucked at your clit as your moans grew louder and louder, you were close and he knew it. It only took a few seconds before your thighs were firmly pressing against the side of his head, rocking your hips against his mouth. Your moans grew louder as you came becoming a gasping and mewling mess beneath him.

Your thighs let go of the clamp like grip you had on him, he swirled your clit once more with his tongue making you jerk and gasp before pulling away, “You’re just...” he shook his head as he crawled over you, giving your stomach lazy kisses, “divine.” You stared up at him, flushed and breathless.

He kissed you again as you felt his erect cock against you, you could taste yourself on his lips. Charlie pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, “Are you sure?” He whispered.

You pulled him closer, “I need you, Charlie.” He whispered the protection charm, ensuring you’d both be protected, before he lined himself up at your vagina and pushed in slowly. He groaned into the nook of your neck as he felt your warmth wrap around his member.

He felt damn good. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his muscular frame. Soft gasps came from your mouth as you rocked against him, finding your rhythm quickly. You felt truly alive in that moment, every nerve ending was alight as he touched you, grabbing at your soft skin. He whispered in your ear how good you felt, how good you looked, how perfect you were. It only made you moan more. Knowing he wanted you, knowing he wanted you like this turned you on immensely.

It was just you and Charlie bathed in the moonlight, embracing each other. No one else mattered, nothing mattered except the two of you.

He thrust into you, filling you to the hilt with absolute pleasure. You loved his moans and reactions of him shuddering under your touch. He was under your spell as much as you were under his. He kissed your skin, moaning against you. All you could think about was Charlie, how his muscular arms felt under your palms, the slight raised bumps of scars that littered his arms, the way he smelled - citrus and pine - and the way he moaned for you. You rocked your hips against his as you threw your head back, “Fuck!”

Your senses and your body were on overload; overwhelmed with so many emotions and feelings. You were overwhelmed with the pleasure that Charlie could give you, he just felt incredible and he knew exactly how to make you feel good. You moaned loudly, unashamed and no longer self conscious about how loud you were being. You couldn’t help it, he just made you feel something that you’d never felt before. Your body tingled, as though magic or fire danced on your skin. Charlie was only more turned on by your moans, “Moan for me, darling,” he purred, watching your face with lust filled eyes, “Cum for me, darling.”

Nails digging into his back, you moaned loudly, “Oh my god, Charlie,” you were panting, barely keeping it together. Charlie grinned before slowly trailing his fingers down to your achingly sensitive clit and began rubbing harsh circles with his thumb. He needed you to feel the best that you possibly could.

Your back arched and he took the opportunity to lean his head to your nipple, biting it gently, “Fuck!” You practically screamed, “I’m going- I’m going to- I’m-”

“Cum for me, darling,” Charlie murmured against your breast, “Cum for me.”

It was mere seconds and then you were unravelling beneath him, gripping his biceps tightly, moaning his name loudly. Your orgasm seemed to last forever, everything heightened and intense. Charlie rode your orgasm out, squeezing his eyes closed as you tightened around him as you fell into a blissful vortex. As you came down from your high, panting and still reeling, you pulled him to meet your lips, rocking against his hips making him groan.

“Cum for me, Charlie,” you whispered against his lips, “Let go for me.” He dropped his head to your neck again and you began to kiss his neck, leaving slight pink marks there as you rocked your hips, “Cum for me...”

Charlie groaned your name into the crook of your neck, a throaty husky groan, and his thrusts became fast and uneven before he gripped your hips tightly and pushed as deep as he could into you, warmth flooding into you with a loud grunt.

He panted into your neck, sweat coating the two of you, as you caught your breath. He stayed inside of you for another minute or two, not quite ready to have it be over. He let out a long breath and a ‘fucking hell’ before slowly pulling out of your warmth and flopping lazily beside you on the blanket.

Your curled into him, not ready to be apart from him, not caring about the sweat that shone on his torso. As he caught his breath, your fingers traced the silvery scars in the moonlight that you could see before trailing to his dragon tattoo, “Good thing the dragon stayed asleep,” you teased watching the dragon’s slow breaths dance on his skin as it slept.

Charlie laughed slightly, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close, “That was... incredible.”

You nodded, “I’ve never felt that good before.” He grinned, happy that he could make you feel so good and let’s not lie, proud that he was the best you’d ever had.

Silence fell as you just relaxed into the other’s embrace and then you remembered what was going to happen in just a few hours, “I... I don’t want you to leave.” The thought made you tear up.

Charlie lifted your chin with his thumb, “Let’s enjoy the now, love. We’ve still got hours left to enjoy.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I... I wanted to tell you something and I don’t know if it’s too soon but I can’t deny the way I feel about you... I...” You were looking into his eyes and you knew what he wanted to say, “I...”

“I know,” you whispered, cupping his cheek, “I do, too.” It was Charlie whose eyes filled with tears this time, “Don’t tell me yet... You can’t give me everything I want tonight, instead... tell me when you come back next summer.” He nodded, smiling slightly before you leaned over him to kiss him, “I can’t believe you wanted me too.”

Charlie frowned, “Love... don’t say it like you don’t deserve love and affection. You’re thoughtful and kind and you have such a passion for life and helping people. You deserve happiness and I promise I will make you the happiest.”

You fell asleep that night wrapped under a second blanket under the night skies in Charlie’s arms. When you woke up that next morning, you woke up alone beside a letter and a picnic basket.

Darling,

I’m sorry that I’ve left without waking you or saying goodbye but I felt that last night was our perfect goodbye. It was happy and I couldn’t bare the thought of waking you up out of that happiness to tear it down and leave. Plus, you look adorable when you sleep.

I hope you forgive me for not waking you.

I meant every word that I said last night. I meant every word, every action, every breath and every touch. I have never felt so strongly for another person and I know that I never will again. This has been the most perfect summer... Why? Because it’s the summer that finally brought us together.

I’ve decided I’m going to write to you, I’ll try to write to you every week. I’ll tell you lots of stories and all about my adventures, we’ll keep the tradition going even if we’re not together in person. Please write back to me. Tell me all about your adventures, what you’re doing, what my family are doing. Tell me everything, even if it’s a story of you getting caught in the rain. Tell me everything because then I won’t have missed a thing when I get back and tell you what you already know.

There’s breakfast in the picnic basket, I did sneak a slice of toast, sorry about that, and I’ve put your clothes to the side. Don’t worry, there’s a protection bubble around our tree so that no one will interrupt or see you.

Enjoy the sunlight and think of me, will you? I’ll see you soon.

Yours,

Charlie

You sniffed as you finished the letter and then you read it again and again, not wanting to stop reading his lovely words. You clutched the letter to your chest as you let out a long breath trying desperately not to cry. Oh, how you wished you could just skip ahead to next summer. Wiping at your eyes, you opened the picnic basket to see your favourites piled up complete with a rose on top, “Charlie Weasley,” you smiled, “you incredible, incredible man.”

It would be hard to go almost a year without seeing him but even in the short time that you got to experience a love with Charlie, you’d felt happy and hopeful about the future. You couldn’t wait for that first letter to arrive.

You’d had breakfast, gotten dressed and packed the picnic basket back up before setting off back to the Burrow. It was Fred and George who met you first. They hugged you tightly, knowing that you’d be sad with Charlie leaving, “I just have to say,” Fred started, “out of all of your siblings you chose to fall in love with, I’m glad it was Charlie.”

“Yeah... could you imagine if you’d fancied Percy? Merlin’s beard, I’d have to knock some sense into you.”

[harrysgoldenbum]

Want You pt. 2

Sorry for the delay, but having you internet crash does that to you. I hope you like pt. 2 ;) The last and final part should be up tomorrow... hopefully! thanks again @andwhenshesays @for-fucks-sake-h and @oh-honey-styles for letting me join the fun!

Catch up: Part 1

--Y/N gives in, but things don’t go as planned--

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: Smut

Y/N is going to have to get a new vibrator. All week she has imagined Harry pleasuring her. Y/N would make herself cum multiple times and she still was not satisfied. Even temporary. She’s been thing about how Harry’s lips felt against her skin. The words he whispered to her. 

She laid there in bed with her hands holding her vibrator between her legs. She imagines Harry’s perfect lips trailing down her neck to her chest. She imagines what it would feel like for him to suck on her hard nipples. She imagines him looking down at her, chest glistening with sweat. She imagines what his cock would look like, and how it would feel as he fucks her to oblivion. 

But, she absolutely hates him. 

But the pulse of her pussy makes it hard for her to think of anything else. She doesn’t want to fantasize about her best friend’s ex-boyfriend fucking her… or her fucking him. Y/N knows that Harry didn’t cheat on June but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt her. He is everything that she doesn’t like about a guy. He has an ego that’s the size of the universe, and he thinks that all women want him. 

She suddenly drags her vibrator down her fold and slides it into her. Y/N shudders and bites her bottom lip. She tries to move past the thoughts that will piss her off, she pulls her device out of her cunt and slides the smooth surface over her clit. She gasps out in pleasure. Once again her vibrator enters her pussy and Y/N imagines it to be Harry’s cock. 

“Oh! Fuck!” She calls out. Moving her hands faster and faster. She believes that Harry would only fuck her hard and fast.  

Dragging the device over he clit again, Y/N loses all control. She starts to pluck her own nipples and starts to thrust upward, toward her pleasure machine. She wishes Harry was here with her right now. She wishes it was him bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” Y/N shouts, she fists her bedsheets, her wetness dripping down onto them. She gets closer and closer to her finish. She can just picture his cocky smirk as her drives into her. Flicking her clit one last time, Y/N cums. Hard. 

“OH GOD!!!” she shouts.

She is in a daze for the next few minutes. Y/N takes her time to come back down to earth before she gets up to go to the bathroom to clean herself. 

By the time she gets back, her phone has lit up by a text message. 

Harry: I guess we both like sleeping with our windows open. You sound so hot fucking yourself. I am rock hard right now. 

Y/N freezes,  moisture starts to collect between her legs once again. She contemplates on sending him a message telling him to come to her apartment, but she gets another text. 

Harry: I bet you were thinking about my dick just now. Tell me Y/N how badly do you want my hard dick?

And just like that, annoyance flares up in Y/N. Consuming any feeling she was having for him in that moment. 

Y/N: Do yourself a favor and quit flattering yourself. Your dick has nothing on my vibrator. 

She slams her phone down on her dresser and climbs into bed. She tells herself that she hates Harry Styles and hopes for a peaceful rest of the night and sleep. Y/N doesn’t get what she wanted. Harry Styles followed her into her dreams. 

~~~~~~~~

“I think the universe is trying to tell us something.” 

Y/N spins around in her bar stool and finds Harry Styles standing in front of her dressed in dark jeans and flannel with half the buttons unbuttoned. She bites her lip and takes a deep breath. He looks damn good. 

“Is the universe trying to tell me that you are officially stalking me?!” 

He leans onto the bar counter and laughs. “Nope,” he says popping the p. “Just another coincidence.” He points to a group of guys that occupy the high tables in the middle of the bar. “It’s one of my mate’s birthday, so we are out celebrating.”

“I’m meeting my sister here for a few drinks and dinner… if she gets here on time.” Y/N tells him with a shrug. Turning away from him, secretly hoping her sister won’t see her with him. She can already hear the questions she would ask. 

“Whatever the reason, I am happy to see you” Harry grins. 

Y/N feels butterflies erupt in her belly as she looks at Harry from the corner of her eye. It has been a bit over two weeks since their last conversation and she hasn’t heard from him since. Many times, Y/N would type out a message to send him, only for her to delete it. She had even gone as far as considering knocking at his door. She had gotten used to the attention he gave her, and his flirting did help with her ego. 

She goes to say something, only to be nearly pushed out of her chair and nearly into Harry. Harry steadies her with his large hands. 

“Oh, shit! My bad,” the large man said, even though he was trying to look down her top. “Let me buy you a drink babe,” he offers as he goes to touch Y/N. 

Before she can say she not interested, Harry wraps his arm around her should and faces the guy. “Back off man, she’s with me.” 

Shocked, Y/N looks at Harry and looks pissed. 

“Shit! Okay, okay.” the man turns to leave.

Y/N shakes his arm off her and looks at him. She doesn’t know what to do. So she just sits there and stares at him. 

“Another reason not to hate my guts,” Harry starts. “I will fight assholes that bother you.” 

Y/N is just about to say thank you, but Harry’s friend comes over and leans heavily on him. 

“Are you gonna stand here and talk to this pretty girl all night or are you going to get drunk with us Styles? Because you have fallen behind.”

With a small smile, she tells Harry to go and have fun, just as her sister walks into the bar. 

~~~~~~~~

Y/N and her sister are just about done with their dinner when she gets up to use the restroom. In the hallway, she sees Harry coming out of the men’s room. He stops a few feet away from the restroom doors and waits for Y/N to reach him.

“How was dinner?” he asks. 

“Alright, same questions and same answers. Tried the steak salad.” Y/N said vaguely, even though throughout dinner, all Y/N could think about was Harry sitting a couple of yards away from her. 

“You know I can grill a delicious steak.” Harry steps closer to her, their chests nearly touching each other. Y/N’s breath falters. “If you’d give me a chance… I’ll make it worth your time.” 

“Why are you doing this,” she whispers. “What do you want from me?”

Harry’s eyes trail across her face. “You really don’t know, do you?” 

Y/N frowns at his question. She starts a different conversation with him. “Okay, look I admit, maybe you aren’t that bad of a guy. But I usually don’t go for the arrogant, overconfident dude who sees himself as a gift for the female race.”

A grin takes over his face and a low chuckle leaves his mouth. He looks so happy, Y/N’s breath catches in her throat.

“You should stop fighting it, love.” He looks pleased with her confession. “I already heard you through the window how bad you want it.”

With a scowl, “You know that isn’t going to help your case.” 

Raising his hands up as an act of surrender, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

With a sigh, Y/N roles her eyes. She looks into his eyes and as cliche, as it sounds, gets lost in them. Both Harry and Y/N don’t know how long they stand there, in each other’s presence. It wasn’t until someone bumped into Harry’s shoulder do they break away from each other. 

With a heavy sigh, Y/N breaks their silence, “There’s still June.”

Harry stiffens at the mention of her name. 

“Looks, it’s been six months and yeah we didn’t end on the best terms, but I never lied to her. We would have broken up anyway. She wanted to move across and I didn’t. It wouldn’t have worked out. 

Y/N takes in every word, it was almost like he was pleading for her to believe him and to give him a shot. Like he was begging her not to hold this against him forever. 

Pushing the subject of June out of her mind, Y/N tries to focus on something else. Anything else. “You don’t even know anything about me,” she starts. Trying to come up with reasons why they won’t work as the last stand of defense. 

“So give me the chance to, love.” 

Just as she is about to respond, Y/N’s sister comes in looking for her. “Oh! There you are! I’ve been waiting for you! I was wondering where you disappeared to! I have to get home Jack has an earache and Danny is hopeless with the baby. Do you need a ride?” 

With a glance toward Harry, she tells her sister that she will be right out. As her oblivious sister leaves, she turns back to Harry. “I’ll see you around Harry.”

He leans down and kisses her cheek and steps out of her way. 

~~~~~~~~

Y/N wasn’t sure about what was going on. Were they on a date? She looks at Harry from the corner of her eye. He’s sitting on her couch watching a movie. Y/N isn’t even sure what movie is playing, but that’s the only source of lighting in the room. 

He had stopped by to drop off more of his baked goods. This time it was red velvet cupcakes with buttercream. (Y/N had texted him to tell him how much she had liked his coffee cake.) And somehow that led to her inviting him in for a movie. 

They were sitting close to each other but they were not touching. Harry hadn’t tried to put the moves on her yet. The way he was sitting, it clearly indicated that his focus was solely on the movie. 

She let her eyes roam over his side profile. His defined jaw, his straight nose, his tattooed arm, and his plump lips. When she was least expecting it, Harry starts to turn his head toward her. She quickly shifted her eyes to the TV, hoping that he didn’t catch her staring at him. 

She knows that she is overdoing the ‘hard to get’ challenge she had set up for him. At this point, she doesn’t care anymore. She knows that he isn’t Prince Charming, nor is he her White Knight. But she wants him. She wants him to fuck her. 

Taking a deep breath, she leans forward and places her hand on his forearm. Harry looks at her with confusion. Y/N looks into his eyes before she lowers her gaze to his full lips. 

She moves toward him slowly, wanting to pull his lower lip into her mouth. When she is no more than a half an inch away, he turns his head. Completely stopping Y/N. 

Shocked, Y/N freezes. Suddenly the humiliation catches up to her, she pulls away and crawls to the farthest end of the sofa. 

“Oh my god… oh god!” She mutters running her hands through her hair. 

“Y/N,” Harry begins in what sounds like a patronizing voice. She wants her living room floor to swallow her whole. 

“Shut up!” she snaps. “Shut the fuck up! Get out Harry! Get out of my house!” She can’t look at him. She wants to erase this moment from her life. “I can’t believe you get me to the point where you’ve got me so worked up and actually want you, and what do you do?! You reject me.” 

“Y/N,” he tries again. This time just a little louder. But Y/N still can’t look at him. 

“Please leave,” she begs. 

Before she knows it, Harry is pulling her leg and she is flat on her back. He settles between her legs. 

“Will you listen to me!?” His hands move toward her shorts and he pulls them down her legs. 

She gasps in shock. Her heart beating so fast she is worried she might pass out. Y/N is left in her cotton panties and her baggy shirt. Harry pulls his own athletic shorts down and once again places himself between her legs. 

“You don’t think I don’t want this?” He growls in her ear, he presses his rock hard cock against her. His heat and the friction caused by his rutting has her crying out in pleasure. 

He pushes against her again, Harry feels her wetness seep as it through her underwear. Y/N is overwhelmed by the pleasure he is giving her. The way he moves his hips has her panting in minutes. She circles her legs around the back of his thighs and starts to follow his rhythm. Amplifying the euphoria. 

She has never enjoyed dry humping so fucking much. 

“Harry!” She cries out when he moves his hand down and into her panties. He finds her clit and starts rubbing in a circular motion. 

“I love hearing you say my name,” he pants. He drops his head to her neck and starts to press kisses along it. “Is this what you wanted,” his growls when his pleasure starts to overtake his body. He pinches her nipple through her shirt. 

Y/N arches toward him. She feels hollow, empty, like something important is missing. “Oh god!” she moans. 

“What,” Harry whispers, “huh? What’s the matter? You want my cock?”

He starts to hump her faster. “Is that what your needy pussy wants?” 

Y/N cries out as she cums. Her orgasm washes over her and she watches Harry through her lowered eyelids. He ruts against her once, twice, three times before he cups himself and cums in his had. 

He cleans himself up and pulls his shorts back on. Y/N feels like her body is floating like she had no control over it. 

Nasty thoughts start to invade her and she does what she can to push them out of her mind. 

“Don’t feel like you have to stay until the movies over,” she forces out, “we both got what we wanted.” 

Harry’s face crumbles. Hurt, he pulls away and sits up. Not looking in her direction. 

“What?!” Y/N snaps defensively. “You didn’t want to kiss me. So I don’t expect you to want to stay and cuddle.” 

Harry stands from his seat and starts to walk to the door. Just as he is going to open the door, he turns to face her. “I didn’t kiss you Y/N, because when I kiss you for the first time, I want it to be real. I want you more than an easy fuck.”

The words shock Y/N. She stands and looks at him. Really looks at him. 

She took to long to respond, so Harry opens the door and looks at her one more time. “Don’t worry, I won’t get my hopes up on you wanting the same thing from me that I want from you.”

He closes the door softly, leaving Y/N alone in her apartment. With one thought ringing clearly in her mind. Harry Styles was not who she thought he was. 

 Part 3 Here

[leavetwn]

* KAYLEE BRYANT, CISWOMAN + SHE/HER  | you know SUZIE TANAKA, right? they’re TWENTY-ONE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, EIGHTEEN YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to VALENTINE BY HOPE TALA like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole ROLLERSKATES SCUFFED FROM YEARS OF USE, STARTING A JOURNAL ENTRY TWO YEARS SINCE THE LAST ONE, A SIGH OF RELIEF ONCE YOU'RE FINALLY ALONE thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is NOVEMBER 28TH, so they’re a SAGGITARIUS, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( claire, 22, est, she/her )

it’s me again ! bringing a character who i’ve played for a while now, just switched up & such for every rp, and now , i’m bringin her here. :^) i hope you enjoy her as much as i do! tw: mentions of mental illness (anxiety)

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ �� 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

full name: suzie tanaka. nickname(s): su, anything your muse wants to call her tbh. age: twenty-one. date of birth: november 28th. zodiac sign: saggitarius. gender/pronouns: ciswoman, she/her. sexual orientation: bisexual. romantic orientation: biromantic. hometown: san francisco, californio. current residence: irving, north carolina. occupation: part time waitress at cutie pie’s thanks to her skills on skates. full time student at the local college in her junior year as a creative writing major. she minors in film pro eye color: brown. hair color/style: dark brown, upper-mid back length & she usually just wears it in a simple ponytail. it’s more manageable when she’s out. however, when she’s at home, she’ll leave it down. height : 5′3″. clothing style: you can’t really put suzie’s style into one category. it’s inspired by several different eras & many times she pieces it together. some might call it a bit tacky at times, but she thinks it looks cute. to her, that’s all that matters. tattoos: none. probably could never attempt to get one cause she’s seriously afraid of needles lol. piercings: her ears and that’s when she was fairly young. reference the tattoos portion for reasoning.

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 .

when you were around six years old  , you first realized that you were lonely. it wasn’t like you weren’t around other people. it was just that those people were mostly your mom and dad. occasionally your cousins would come over sometimes, but they were all older than you by at least four years. your parents were kind of eccentric, and for that, they experienced how harsh other kids could be very early on. they decided they didn’t want you to experience the same things, so since both were felt they were prepared enough to do so, they homeschooled you to keep you sheltered from those types of things. 

you’re sure they had good intentions. that’s not something you questioned, but you wished they’d at least find another kid you could be friends with or have another kid. you found yourself bored by yourself, so you immersed yourself in things like books or whatever movies they had around the house. this is where your love of fairytales began, and you’d fantasize about living in one while you read or watched the stories unfold.

you lived in your head, and you still pretty much do. you’re an idealist, even though you haven’t seen much of the world. perhaps it’s the fact that you haven’t ventured very far from your home that makes you so, and while life could still be boring, you always had another book or movie to keep you company. you grew content being on your own, and the more that you were, the more you began to enjoy your own company.

that didn’t change the fact that you longed for friends. in all the stories you read or watched, the protagonist had one other person along with them for much of their journey. sure, you had people that you were friendly with, but it was never to the extent that you wanted. it was never a best friend or a close group  —  just someone you saw on few occasions. it also didn’t help how you felt when you were around others. the way you monitored every step you took, the way you crossed your legs, or going over the way you would speak to someone in your head over and over. you figured for the longest time it was because you were shy, but a diagnosis of anxiety gave you a lot more clarity and almost a sense of relief. those things started to make more sense.

being alone helped a lot when it came to academics. you spent a lot of your time studying or looking up random ass facts on the internet, and because of this, you’d call yourself fairly smart. you know your shit. it also helped a lot when getting into colleges. you didn’t aim too high though, not yet comfortable being all the way on your own. so, you chose the nearby university to attend. 

you move out. you’re excited, and your parents are nervous but prepared. they’re not oblivious to the fact that this day would come. you’re ready to go out and face the world, but most of all, you’re ready to make friends. you’re ready to go out and experience the world, every small step at a time. you’re convinced at college you’ll become a brand new person, find yourself, and make plenty of friends. 

it doesn’t go like that at first. of course it doesn’t. it’s a new environment, and it takes getting used to. but soon, people loosen up and warm up to you. you’re quick to make a couple of friends. it isn’t at all like the stories you’d read or watched when you were younger. it is happy and fun and joyous, but you realize that friendships take work. it’s a bit exhausting, as someone who had become such an introvert, but you manage and form close bonds. 

as of now, you are working on your degree and managing life one step at a time. you’re doing pretty well, and things are looking up. you keep your head in the clouds still to this day, imagining what the future will be like. you’re still idealistic and optimistic, not that that’s a bad thing.  

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 .

i was being exaggerative with the ‘being at home’ stuff rip. i mean, she did spend a lot of time at home, but she wasn’t always there. her dad would take her out to rockin’ and rollin’, and i mean, she fuckin rocks when it comes to skating. it was kind of freeing to her as a child. she def got a pair of rollerblades as a christmas present, and she probably was the kid skating down her neighborhood road and shit from sunrise until her mom told her to take her ass inside. 

maybe seems like she’s ditzy and she’s probably somewhat naive, but she’s definitely not stupid. she’s also a fast learner. she is, however, too nice for her own good. she’ll learn eventually, but she’s hopeful and an optimist at heart 💔

loves her dad but tells her mom everything. she doesn’t recognize it, but her mom was probably her first best friend lmaoo. they have a really good relationship. she has a good relationship with her dad too. he’s a bit more closed off than her mom, and she recognizes that but understands.

has an irrational fear that everyone’s like,,, staring at her & thinking she’s weird. really wants everyone to like her but she’s not sure how to make that happen (news flash, it won’t)

her fam is actually from san francisco but when she was 3, her dad got a better offer in irving so that’s how they ended up here. she knows this & she wonders what life woulda been like if she stayed back in san fran. probably wouldn’t have changed but she literally lives in her head and imagines shit like that’s her job at this point so yehhh 

dreams of being a screenwriter and maybe even a director one day. she saw how film and books influenced her life as a kid & she wants to have the same impact, yk? v cute to me i love that. maybe she’ll write a book one day too who knows

i’m feelin like she has a ton of online friends cause she was seeking connection /w people so it makes sense. shout out to all her online pals who kept her sane & shit, but it wasn’t enough for her cause she really wanted those kinds of things irl.

is a hopeless romantic rip to her. just wants someone to sweep her up off her feet and give her butterflies but this aint no damn fairytale so let’s make it chaotic

character parallels: lily (dash & lily, 2020) , amélie poulain (amélie, 2001) , belle in some ways lmao (beauty and the beast, 1991) more to be added.

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

*  friends, best friends, etc.  — literally any friends at all. this is the connection she craves the most tbh. platonic over romantic periodt ! she just wants people to braid her hair and have deep, personal convos with about literally anything while legally blonde is on the television. 

* a bad influence  —  i mean, she stayed inside mostly & is kind of an introvert. didn’t have tons of friends either, so she didn’t really have time to go to parties, etc. BE A BAD INFLUENCE SHE NEEDS TO LET LOOSE LMAOO. it’ll prolly take a lot to get her out but hey 

* good influence  — someone she’s a good influence on & who she helps in some way. i could see it happenin’. if you see it happening, i mean... hmu you know where i am mwah 💖

* crush  — someone she’s head over heels with. i mean, it probably wouldn’t take a lot. in my head she be catching feelings way too fast. it’s just a thing, but yeah, it could go either way. maybe your character is into her too or she’ll end up getting her heart broken which is lmao bound to happen one day. could also be someone who’s crushing on her but she’s way to busy focusing all her romantic attention on someone else to notice? idk i’m just here for all the plots.

* annoyance  — someone who finds her ass annoying/does not like her. she wants everyone to like her so it would be so confusing and upsetting and she would be like wtf did i do but i want it cause i love angst. sorry to all my muses out there luv yall but i’m just bein real

* again, anything at all  — if you have an idea that you love, pls don’t hesitate to hmu and lemme know. i promise i will 99.9% of the time be down. the same goes for any wanted connection doodads that i reblog like if u see it and ur like omg i luv that... PLEASE hmu i luv u all already & just wanna have plots and write with you srsly

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #365

“i’m numb to the pleasure, but still feel the pain”

Are there palm trees where you live? No. Do you own any Hello Kitty stuff? If so, what? No. What’s your favorite flavor of ice pop? Blue raspberry. Do you like animal print? What’s your favorite print? Not really. I think animal "print" only really looks nice on, well, animals. Does your dad have any facial hair? Yes. What do you think of foot tattoos? They're not my favorite, but some look nice. I myself wanna get "11121" (a Silent Hill 4 reference) "carved" onto the top of my feet. Do you like bugs or do they scare you? Some do. I've gotten more into them though as my passion for tarantulas expanded to other inverts, like mantises. Ever seen the movie Chernobyl Diaries? If so, did you like it? If not, do you want to see it? I haven't, but I'd be willing to watch it. I find the whole Chernobyl incident to be extremely fascinating, so I'd probably like it. Did your senior class in high school have a class trip? Where did you go? Bitch I wish. :/ Do you have an instagram account? What’s your username? Yeah, two: brittanymphotography and eldritch_obscura. Do you like Gir from Invader Zim? I think he's cute. Do you or would you ever own a gun? Why or why not? No thanks. If I'm not mistaken, I can't legally obtain one anyway because of my suicidal history. I'm fine with having like, pepper spray and a bat handy by the bed, lol. If it was offered for free by a professional, would you get your hair dyed platinum blonde? For FREE? Fuck yeah I'd try it. What do you normally order at Dunkin Donuts? A chocolate frosted donut, and sometimes a plain/cake one. Do you watch football? Favorite teams? No. What about WWE? Favorite wrestler? That's an even bigger no. Funniest thing you’ve ever heard a teacher say? Okay so this is hard to actually explain and it be funny. I had this amazing, kinda charismatically awkward history teacher in high school, and when talking about some legal stuff I can't remember, she deadass quoted "Without Me" by Eminem ("if the FCC won't let me be...") like so casually and everyone fucking died, just from knowing her and her personality. It was just very unexpected. Do you wear a lot of makeup? What do you think of girls who do? No. Girls can wear however much makeup they please. Do you have a savings account? Are you good at saving money? No. I can't really answer the second question because of me never having a steady flow of money. Would you rather have a relationship or casual flings? Relationship, 100%. I would never have a casual fling. Do you know anyone that’s part Native American? Yes. Who was your favorite Spice Girl? I remember none of them. Have you ever tried to poison someone? Yikes, no. Have you ever saved anyone from a fire? No. Have you ever had a seizure? No. I've had sudden spasms, but never a full-on seizure. Have you ever had an out-of-body experience? No. Have you ever had a black eye? No. Have you ever had a tooth pulled? No. Have you ever had pneumonia? I have not. Have you ever had tubes put in your ears? Yes, as a baby. Have you ever been shot with an arrow or bullet? Thank god no. Have you ever had kidney stones? No. Have you even been bitten by an venomous animal? No. Have you ever thought about being in the military? Fuck no. I wouldn't qualify, anyway. Have you ever been sedated or put under anesthesia? Yeah. Have you ever used shrooms or any other hallucinogen? No. What upcoming event are you most looking forward to? I can barely believe my tat appointment is almost here lakjsd;ajwlej;rwe What was the last song you heard? I'm currently listening to Motionless In White's synthwave edit of "Voices" they just put out. I looooove it. What time did you wake up today? Maybe like, 5:20? Is there a vase in the room you’re in? No. Have you recently been insulted? Yes. Compared to someone else of your age and gender; do you feel that you have a lot to offer someone? N O P E How many days a week do you work? I'm unemployed. Is there ONE person you feel more connected to than others? Yes. What is your worst relationship quality? I obsess over the person probably leaving, so especially at the beginning, I'm paranoid and distrustful. I want to emphasize that I'm not the asshole that snoops through her partner's phone out of distrust, but still, the fear is just there. What was your most recent serious injury? A serious one? Man idk. I've had a lot or negligible and smaller ones, but a big one... *shrug* What were you most recently happy about? I was happy to see "synthwave" in this video title, haha. Are you a fan of cake? Oh yes. What is your favorite insect? Butterflies. Is your town beautiful? Ew, no. Do you prefer the city or the country? THE COUNTRY. Have you ever witnessed an eclipse? Lots of lunar eclipses. Do you wear lipstick often? No. You’re going on a date with someone you like. What would you like to do? Considering the pandemic, probably just like... grab fast food and sit and eat at a park. That'd be cute. You’re hanging out with your best friend. What would you like to do? It'd be nice to get back to Avatar: The Last Airbender while hanging out with Doris (her beardie that I adore), too. Have you ever written or considered writing a play? No. Who is considered the “black sheep” of your family? Why? Ha, me. To begin, I like all the "dark" stuff, I'm the unreligious one, the one with political beliefs unlike most of my family, I'm not doing what I should be... Why is your favorite movie your favorite movie? It's just a masterpiece. I love love love animals, African one especially, and I find it to be an amazing story of courage and dedication to family. Plus I shamelessly love all the songs, haha. What’s an odor you hate? GASOLINE. FUCK. What’s a sound you hate? Fingernails on a chalkboard. Or screech-y noises in general. If money was no issue, what would you like to do right now? I was initially gonna say go to Yellowstone, but fuck that hot weather this time of year. So, this brings us back to Venus' terrarium; I'd want to get a new one and better materials. What’s something you’re so good at that you take pride in your skill? I wouldn't say I'm "so good" at it, but I do take pride in my writing. What’s something you’d never ever dare to ask another person? Hm. Under ANY circumstance, I guess "are you pregnant?" There's almost like... no situation where I'd be comfortable asking somebody that. What’s the worst/best thing you’ve done without your parents knowing? We're not getting into that lmao. Do you know anyone who has a hearing deficit? No. What is one thing stopping you from becoming a veterinarian? I could never stand seeing so many hurt and dying animals and still be okay at the end of the day. Are there any opinions you used to have even a few years ago that you look back on and think, “I can’t believe I ever thought that way”? THERE ARE!!!!!!!!!!! A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The last time you cried, what was wrong? I fell and skinned my knees when stepping over this barrier Mom made to keep the damn dog out of the hallway and thus my room to fuck with the cat and eat his food. I previously twisted my ankle, fell backwards, and had one other accident with it despite moving stuff, and I didn't cry from pain, just massive frustration. I want this dog GONE. Do you like multi-choice tests or tests you have to write out? Multiple choice. Who last called you ‘beautiful’? Couldn't tell ya, bud. Have you ever caught a firefly? Yeah, I did that lots as a kid. Do you own any camouflage? No. What’s the stinkiest pet you’ve ever had? Uhhh I dunno. Have you ever been on the news? For what? No. Have you ever seen one of your friends get arrested? No. Do you put sprinkles on anything? No, I hate sprinkles. How do you like your steak? Medium well. Long hair on guys: yes or no? Yaaaaaaaas. Is there a basement in your house? If so, what is it used for? No. When was the last time you started a new medication? It's been a while. What is your favourite type of nut? Cashews, I think. Where did you eat the best pizza you’ve ever eaten in your life? I'm so fuckin basic, like my genuine answer is Domino's lmaooo. Did you ever watch The Rugrats when you were a kid? Yeah, I loved that show. I even had the two video games; I was obsessed with the first one in particular. Do you know anyone who was adopted? Yes. Do your parents’ professions match their college degrees? No. Do you write shopping lists on paper or just remember it in your head? I don't do the shopping, so. But I would definitely need to write it down. Have you ever used a lawnmower? No. Have you ever consumed so much alcohol that you vomited? No. Can you tie balloons? No, actually. My hands are just too shaky. When was the last time you were at a pet store? A few weeks ago when we got rats for Venus. Ugh, it is SO overpriced; they come in a box of two, and as I feed her twice a month, it's honestly quite a bit of money. Like if I remember correctly, it's around $16. FOR TWO. SMALL. RATS. I've recommended we just buy them in bulk NOT from an overpriced chain pet store, but the problem with that is then we have *too* many, and the nutritional value of frozen rats apparently does degrade with time, so I don't want to feed my snake poor food. So it's just an annoying thing we have to do. Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? Not like, an at-home one. I've been tested before surgery, but that was just a safety protocol. Does your ex still think about you? "The" ex, probably not. Honestly, who is the last person to tell you that they love you? My mom. What is the last state you were in besides your own? Virginia. Would you go down to see the Titanic if given the chance? Man, that's kinda tempting. Maybe. It'd be super cool. Have you ever seen the Hollywood sign in real life? No. Did you ever see a scorpion in the wild? No, they don't live here. Do you type the proper way? Have you ever typed on a manual typewriter? Yes to both. What was your maternal grandmother’s first name? Cecelia. Name a word that people use locally that outsiders probably can’t pronounce. Conetoe. You said it wrong.

[mmamagoto]

are u guys prepared for this i put all five of the muses here on this one. so of course it’s under a cut for being long as hell

name: natoru

nicknames:

gender: female

age:

date of birth: april 30

origin of birth: listen they’re all from the human world on this blog so let me just save myself the trouble of typing that four more times

race/species: cat (scottish fold)

spoken languages:

romantic/sexual preference: middles toward aromantic

occupation: royal assistant and whatever else they can toss under the umbrella of ‘assistant duties’

hobbies: space, sports (or more specifically, competition), stereotypically Cool Boy things like dinosaurs and creepy crawlies, annoying natori

criminal record: 

disorders: none

eye color: kind of a hazel thinking emoji they’re pretty tbh

height: markedly shorter than every other cat in this dang film

scars: possibly a few very minor ones from some scrapes and clumsiness upon first coming to the cat kingdom, but they’re probably not very noticeable

birthmarks: none

overweight: i’m. not sure thinking emoji she’s definitely a solidly-built little thing but considering she’s a cat it literally could just be her body type lmao. even so, she doesn’t consider it an issue, and neither does anyone else tbh

underweight: no

favorite color: olive green, pink

favorite food: yakiimo

wants to get married / is married: n. no

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: not really. she’s content with her cool big sister role

likes children: yes. she has kind of a natural rapport with them

can sing: i mean. she can probably carry a tune

play an instrument: probably not

can dance: ???

gotten tattoos: 

gotten piercings: nah

smoked/drank/done drugs: has probably definitely had Drinks. also like probably catnip/matatabi, which all things considered i’m not sure if it counts lmao

had a broken heart: not really

been in love: not really

a cuddler: Probably bc i’m still very amused by her and natori having to share a room during a trip to another kingdom and natori Suffering the entire time

a kisser:

scared easily: she’s skittish which is Unfortunate bc she is the ‘reacts to jump scares by punching them’ type

jealous easily: it. depends on what it is. she tends to be more the envious type, where she covets Unique and Cool objects over companionship

hot/cool tempered: generally very cool. she’s a tolerant creature, and i feel like that tends to get overlooked thinking emoji

trustworthy: mostly, particularly when compared with her two coworkers lmao

single: yes

extroverted/introverted: she’s adaptable

considered mean: this one is so funny to me bc i think, when compared with natori who is kind of in a similar position to her in the hierarchy, she’s often seen as the more approachable one which is ironic bc between the two of them she’s the uhhhh. less Understanding one. she will sell you for a corn chip

fears: sugoroku space, dogs (just slightly), stick bugs but every other kinda bug is Fine By Her, natori with a ruler in his paw

siblings: marsh (older brother)

parents: unknown

pet(s): none

name: claudius

nicknames: mostly (even now) referred to by titles by everyone except lune

gender: male

age:

date of birth: august 2

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (probably a persian)

spoken languages: 

romantic/sexual preference: i kinda lean toward bi or panromantic tbh

occupation: retired king so. mostly just a NEET at this point

hobbies: traveling (mostly to show off but stILL). other than that, now that he’s retired, he’s struggled with finding hobbies that aren’t just napping or following natori around. he’s not a patient or committed creature, so when he tries something new and it’s Too Hard, he tends to lose interest very quickly. that said, he definitely relies very heavily on other people, natori, natoru, and entertainers, etc. to provide him with things to pass the time

criminal record: he’s offended at this very notion

disorders: does. does strabismus count

eye color: has marked heterochromia, with one blue eye and one red eye

height: Tall for a cat jjfkdeia

scars: none

birthmarks: none

overweight: actually, no

underweight: no, tho without all the fur, he definitely has a scrawnier, less conventionally cute look to him jfjfie;a

favorite color: gold

favorite food: oden

wants to get married / is married: he maybe kinda sorta misses being married (or, more specifically, having a significant other)

gotten pregnant / had a child: yes, so long as adoption counts

wants a child: a grandkid sounds kinda nice

likes children: yes, but to absolutely no one’s surprise he’s a bad influence on them and has No Clue how to interact with them when they’re upset. he also is 100% the type to throw hands with a preschooler

can sing: OF COURSE

play an instrument: no, tho he certainly likes the idea of being able to. he’s badgered natori into trying to teach him before inevitably getting bored with the practice when he’s not instantly a genius at it (see above in the hobbies section, aha)

can dance: definitely. unless it’s not a ballroom dance. then no one wants to see that

gotten tattoos: 

gotten piercings: mm, probably not

smoked/drank/done drugs: absolutely

had a broken heart: yes

been in love: twice

a cuddler: It Depends. he was once someone’s Ultra Pampered house cat, so he’s of the five of them probably the most amenable to being pet and held, but he’s also temperamental and finicky so uh. Pet At Your Own Risk ig

a kisser:

scared easily: not really. he’s too impulsive to be scared psh

jealous easily: 100%

hot/cool tempered: HE CLIMBED HIS WAY UP A TOWER WITH NOTHING BUT HIS CLAWS AND SHEER OFFENDED WILLPOWER.............. and all with two swords strapped to him..............

trustworthy: not too much

single: it’s. Complicated

extroverted/introverted: extroverted, mostly, but he has his random introspective moments when he generally wants to be alone

considered mean: I MEAN. it really depends jfjfei;a i will go to the grave with this headcanon that he’s honestly well-liked as a ruler but has a definite reputation of being difficult-to-please and mercurial

fears: being genuinely or legitimately Disliked, pissing off lune to the point he turns his back on him, squeamish with squirmy things

siblings: none

parents: unknown. the previous queen is his mother-in-law

pet(s): none

name: lune

nicknames: an endless cavalcade of affectionate nicknames from his father and no one can convince me otherwise

gender: male

age:

date of birth: october 27

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (the fandom seems to have him pegged as a russian blue and i’m not gonna disagree sO)

spoken languages: 

romantic/sexual preference: probably heteroromantic

occupation: king of cat kingdom :v

hobbies: butterflies and moths, idk does urban exploration count for a cat lmao

criminal record: no

disorders: none

eye color: shares his father’s heterochromia-- one blue eye, one red eye

height: notably smaller than his father but still taller than natoru like everyone else jfkfd;a

scars: none

birthmarks: none

overweight: no

underweight: no

favorite color: aquamarine

favorite food: lots of different street foods, tbh, but his favorites are probably takoyaki and taiyaki (particularly when filled with cheese laughs)

wants to get married / is married: is married! and very happy with that marriage

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: it’s crossed his mind, but not with any real intent

likes children: probably. he’s never really interacted with them

can sing: i mean. again, he can probably carry a tune

play an instrument: i feel like he probably can. at least one thinking emoji

can dance: yes

gotten tattoos:

gotten piercings: ........i should give him his manga earring. it’s cute

smoked/drank/done drugs: has definitely had some alcohol in his life. also the catnip thing again

had a broken heart: not yet

been in love: yES

a cuddler: i’m. not sure

a kisser:

scared easily: not in the least, but it’s mostly bc he’s a gaddang pollyanna

jealous easily: not particularly. he’s a gregarious creature

hot/cool tempered: cool-tempered, but without natori’s aloofness so he most likely comes across more reasonably or genuinely

trustworthy: Absolutely

single: no

extroverted/introverted: like natoru, he’s adaptable. and like natori, i feel that he’s become quite practiced at playing the part of an extrovert, but perhaps with more genuineness

considered mean: ABSOLUTELY NOT

fears: saying goodbye to any of the familiar cats in his life, Abrupt Change, vehicles are a little iffy nowadays

siblings: none

parents: cat king (father). the previous cat queen was his grandmother (uh, not persephone)

pet(s): none atm, but probably had numerous ones throughout his childhood, including a rabbit which ‘ran away to the mountains (aka the ninth kingdom)’ at some point. according to natori, that is

name: natori

nicknames: poppet, a long time ago

gender: male

age:

date of birth: unknown. tends to use the cat kingdom’s new year celebrations as an excuse to celebrate

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (oriental longhair)

spoken languages: 

romantic/sexual preference: generally idles between homoromantic and  demiromantic

occupation: royal advisor/assistant. on paper, he’s retired, but it’s never stopped him before

hobbies: keeping goldfish, music, cooking

criminal record:

disorders: none

eye color: coppery brown

height: close to the king’s height. i keep waffling back and forth on just which of them is taller

scars: none

birthmarks: it’s not necessarily a birthmark, but he does have some kind of marking on him Somewhere (x-files theme) it’s well-hidden by his clothing

overweight: no

underweight: no

favorite color: lavender

favorite food: fish

wants to get married / is married: He Doesn’t Know

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: like natoru, he’s mostly content with his role as uncle/mentor

likes children: yes, tho he’s easily stressed by them lmao

can sing: y e s

play an instrument: i’m not really sure yet thinking emoji

can dance: yes

gotten tattoos: 

gotten piercings: he would never

smoked/drank/done drugs: like the others, has definitely had a taste of alcohol fjfjkd;a

had a broken heart: yes

been in love: he’s not sure

a cuddler: generally Not

a kisser:

scared easily: his composure drops pretty quick lbr

jealous easily: a little. a teensy bit. okay it’s much more than a teensy bit

hot/cool tempered: cool-tempered, but, as mentioned above, with a very distinct aloof edge that probably often leads to him being perceived as unapproachable

trustworthy: .............it depends

single: yyyyyyye-- no? yes. no. nobody knows

extroverted/introverted: introverted, mostly, but he plays a very convincing extrovert

considered mean: not especially, but again. probably perceived by many as being difficult to approach

fears: they are Many and Varied and most of them connect either to the collapse of the cat kingdom or the human world in its entirety

siblings: manami, sachiko (younger sisters)

parents: EXTREMELY UNKNOWN......

pet(s): three goldfish

name: yuki

nicknames: lune calls her sweetie in the manga and it kills me every time i remember it

gender: female

age:

date of birth: march

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (...not sure what breed she might be thinking emoji)

spoken languages:

romantic/sexual preference: biromantic

occupation: queen of cat kingdom

hobbies: she hasn’t really spent the time trying out hobbies just yet. has gotten a little into butterflies and moths bc lune likes them. has her eye on a number of more artistic pastimes 

criminal record:

disorders: none

eye color: a very pretty blue jfjf;a

height: pretty much the same exact height as lune tbh

scars: none

birthmarks: none

overweight: no

underweight: no

favorite color: plum/wine

favorite food: nikuman, pastries

wants to get married / is married: is married! and like lune, is also very happy with the setup laughs

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: atm, not particularly

likes children: also like lune, she has very little experience interacting with them. at least, recently. but i can not see her Disliking children so. u know

can sing: probably

play an instrument: no

can dance: some dances, yes. i like the idea that lune is casually teaching her behind the scenes lmao

gotten tattoos:

gotten piercings: no

smoked/drank/done drugs: a. again, like all of these cats have probably had some alcohol lmao

had a broken heart: s. sort of

been in love: yes

a cuddler: next to the king, she’s probably second most amenable to being pet and held, but she’s not really the type to actively seek it out

a kisser:

scared easily: not particularly, but she’s definitely more wary than lune is

jealous easily: not too much

hot/cool tempered: definitely cool

trustworthy: generally

single: no

extroverted/introverted: definitely introverted, but she’s not awkward in most social interactions. she’s more awkward now than she used to be simply bc she’s still not entirely certain what to expect with her new position and clout

considered mean: definitely not, to the point that i headcanon those who don’t know her terribly well are sometimes surprised by how remote she can come across laughs

fears: somewhat insecure in her new position, a lot of her current fears come back to being ridiculed or making a fool of herself, damaging her reputation right off the bat so that no one will ever take her seriously, or that it will bleed into lune’s reputation, too rip

siblings: none

parents: unknown, however for this blog’s canon, she did spend some time as haru’s pet in the human world

pet(s): none. she’s still kinda baffled by the idea of cats having pets in the first place lmao

natori very hesitantly but cheerily introduces her to his goldfish and she isn’t sure what to say fjfjk;ea

yuki, to lune: i didn’t know cats could have pets lune: sure! i had a pet rabbit once yuki: yuki: what

[babyshawwn]

Sweetest Creature

Word count: 2,6k. 

MASTERLIST

He wakes you from your slurred sleep with loving kisses while mumbling sweet words into your ear. Words sweet enough to force chills down your body even though you’re cuddled warmly under the white sheets. 

You don’t open your eyes to the sound of his warm mumbles, the headache from last night events popping to the surface. You hear him laugh at your reaction and you can imagine his flushed cheeks and soft face while he does.  

“Morning honey.” Shawn whispers into your ear, his plump lips nipping to your tender skin. 

You pop your sore eyes open, your sight blurry at first and then, your stare falls on Shawn’s chestnut-brown eyes watching you carefully. He’s leaning on his elbow, hovering slightly above you with his familiar warm smile planted on his flushed face. He’s wearing absolutely nothing but he’s using the sheets to cover his hips. His silver necklace is dangling from his throat while he keeps his loving eyes on yours. 

You still haven’t gotten used to waking up in his bed yet. Though you have spent the night numerous of times, you still hold your breath when the first thing your eyes catches in the morning is his warm stare and his chocolate curls next to you. 

Never fully able to understand that he’s yours. Weeks, months, years has passed and you still can’t quite gasp that you have been lucky enough to find someone like Shawn. 

“How did you sleep?” He asks, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips. You taste like alcohol but he doesn’t mind. He’s aware he taste the same. 

Shawn’s voice is husky from all the yelling you were doing last night during the heated beer pong games with your friends, the hoarse tone forcing pleasant shivers to climb down your spine. You love how deep his sleepy voice is. 

“Fine.” You pout while rubbing your eyes. “Until someone decided to wake me.”  

“Well, someone has to make sure you don’t sleep the entire day away.” Shawn laughs, moving his fingers through his messy curls. “Are you gonna be sour about that the rest of the day?” 

You roll your eyes at his joke but feel the warmth from his laugh send vibrations through your slightly aching body. Your eyes fall on his profile and you can’t help but smile. 

He’s just so pretty. Laying on his side next to you, his curls wild and his lips slightly swollen from chewing on them too much. 

You feel your heart flicker as he sends you another loving smile while allowing his fingers to leave trails different places on your body. 

“Maybe. Still deciding.” You tell him, while you slip across the mattress to cuddle into Shawn’s bare chest. 

The moment you’re closer to him, you feel at ease. 

He lowers his mouth and begins to kiss along your jawline, moving lower to kiss your collarbone. His warm lips are giving you shivers while his fingers start wandering down your naked and somewhat sore body. 

You can tell he’s drawing small hearts on your skin with the tip of his finger and you feel the warmth in your chest increase. He’s such a soft boy sometimes and you absolutely adore it. 

Shawn’s strong cologne is hanging in the air, though the sheets has a scent of alcohol and smoke stuck to them, it’s still his smell that cuts through. 

You attach your lips to his chest, kissing him gently while wrapping your hands around his lanky body. You feel him shiver from your tender touches. Shawn lowers his chin and let his forehead rest against yours, a smile moving across his pink lips. 

“Have I told you how much I love you?” He asks, pecking to your mouth a few times. 

“Oh please, Shawn.” You laugh. “You told me you loved me the first night I met you.” 

Shawn laughs at your point and though he feels the heat raising in his cheeks, he doesn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed about it. Leaning to your ear, he chews on your earlobe, earning a soft moan from your mouth. 

“It was the alcohol talking.” He lies and you’re fully aware. “Didn’t know what I was getting myself into.” 

Shawn knows he jokes around a lot when it comes to you. He teases that he should have never bought you a drink that night at the bar, that he got stuck with you due to his intake of alcohol, but in reality, he was stone cold sober when he first saw your blurry silhouette in the middle of the crowd that December night in 2017. 

He will never fully admit it, but you swept his feet away without even noticing in the matter of seconds. It was strange to him, really. Suddenly you had shown up and nothing felt the same. Nothing was ever the same after he met you but he had no regrets about loving you wholeheartedly from the very beginning. 

It was unlike Shawn. He wasn’t the guy to take risks. He doesn’t jump into the water without thinking about the consequences nor does he take chances with his heart or closes his eyes to the possibility of getting himself hurt.

Shawn had always been a thinker, he considers all options and the possible outfall. He doesn’t do things on a limb and he has certainly never been the spontaneous type. But then there you were, drunk on a couple of tequila sunrises, with your flushed cheeks and your stunner smile and then, he changed. 

He jumped into the deep with both feet, eyes shut and blind to the consequences because something in his heart told him, you were worth being careless for. Free falling into your hands being the most terrified he had ever been, but knowing in his heart that you were worth taking a risk. 

Shawn didn’t feel like it was even a choice. He had to love you, he was made to love you. He felt it deep in his bones, he felt it in his heart and in his soul. So he dived right into you without ever looking back. 

“And now it’s too late to back out.” You joke back while Shawn curls his arm around your bare thigh. 

His lips wander to the edge of your panties as shivers appear in the matter of seconds, your stomach doing flips from his mouth tracing your sore areas. You tug your fingers through his hair, unable to stop yourself from smiling towards your handsome, slightly tattooed boyfriend. 

Shawn drops his chin against your leg, his eyes popping to yours with a smile painted on his face. You reach down to caress his cheek, your thumb tracing his upper lip.  

“You remember the first thing I ever said to you?” He asks, his tongue sliding between his lips to moist them. You laugh at his words while your thumb slides down his throat to reach his collarbone. 

“You told me you didn’t have much to offer other than buying me a drink.” You say, feeling your heart skip a beat reminiscing that magical night you first met him. Shawn nods, curls slipping to his eyes as he adjusts his position next to you. 

“But I ended the night offering you my heart.” He tells you while his hand moves to your face. You press your cheek further against his palm to enjoy his embrace fully. “I already knew in that moment, you know?” 

“Knew what?” You ask as butterflies cracks open in your stomach. 

The way he looks at you with his drowsy eyes and a wide smile on his lips makes it harder for you to breathe. 

“That you were my forever.” He tells you, reaching for your hand to kiss your knuckles. 

You can’t find any words to say while you feel your throat tightening and a lump seems to form. You feel the tears reaching the surface of your eyes while you force a deep breath into your lungs. You still, after these years, haven’t fully understood how much Shawn loves you. 

It was overwhelming to you. Having someone love you on the level Shawn did because you never really had those kinds of feelings towards yourself. At times, it was still hard for you to believe Shawn saw you the way he did. 

Teardrops fall down your cheeks and falls from your nose as you swallow a silent sob. Shawn reaches for your wet face and uses his thumb to remove tears from your cheek and then, he leans closer to place a kiss on your forehead. You bury your nose into his neck, tasting the salt on the tip of your tongue. 

“You want to know why I fell for you?” He asks, his hands rubbing the back of your neck. 

“Why?” You whisper against his skin, nuzzling your nose further into him.  

“Because I saw the best version of me in your eyes.” 

“You’ve always been the best version of you, Shawn.” You say, raising your head to look at him. “You have always been good and kind and loving. You have always been the best you could be.” 

He laughs at your words, but he feels the warmth in his chest grow. He finds your hands and intertwines your fingers together, his thumb brushing your knuckles lightly. He feels a nagging in his chest, though. He doesn’t like to see you upset. 

“I was drowning before I met you, Shawn. I could barely keep my head above water. And then, you came along and I felt like everything might actually be okay.” Your stuttering words roll off your tongue. “Like maybe I was good enough after all.” 

Tears continue to fall from your sore eyes and Shawn feels his heart sink to his stomach, almost like a punch in his guts. He hates how you used to see yourself, hates the thoughts you used to have. He doesn’t understand how genuinely good people like you can’t seem to see how special they are. 

He leans to your face and kisses the tears away from your lips. You breathe against his mouth, aching from the words that slipped your mouth just moments ago. 

“You have always been good enough, baby. There’s so many things I love about you. You might not see them, but I do.” He whispers, removing a tot of hair from your face. Shawn’s eyes fall on yours, his thumb brushing against your lips. 

“I love how excited you get about a good book. I love your ability to see the good in most people and how you’re the last person to judge. I love that you always have to watch a cartoon after a horror movie because otherwise, you can’t go to sleep. I love you for driving around town to drop off my friends when we’ve been out drinking because you don’t like the idea of them wandering the streets that late. I love that you love me for who I am but also for who I’ve always been. I love you for keeping me balanced and for being a place to call home.” 

You feel your heart melt as a shiver runs down your spine, there is no air left in your lungs and you feel your hands shake when you reach for Shawn’s face. 

You raise your head to reach his lips to kiss him passionately. He taste sweet, much sweeter than his loving confession. 

He tugs his fingers into your hair as you twirl your leg around his hips. Shawn moves his head slightly to deepen the heated kiss as his hand slips behind your back and moves your body closer to his. 

“I don’t deserve you.” You whisper, moving your head to his shoulder. 

Shawn holds you to his chest, his heart almost pounding out of his chest. Though you’re in no state to talk, he feels your love deep in his bones. 

He’s never doubted it, though. How much you love him. He knows you’re not much of a talker and that putting words to feelings are hard for you. But he sees the love behind all the little things you do for him. 

Like when you drive across town to buy his favourite brand of chocolate bars. Or when you sit through hours and hours of sport games because you know how happy it makes him. He sees it when you play with his hair for hours when he’s feeling ill or uncomfortable. He sees it when you remind him to eat and drink enough during the day or when you get him through an anxiety attack. 

Most of all, he sees it in the way you fully support his dreams. When you have to say goodbye again, when he only has a few hours home or when he doesn’t have the time for more than two minutes on the phone, you are still by his side and you never make him feel bad about it. 

Though it hurts you at times, you handle a little hurt once in a while because you know it makes Shawn happy. You stand by him, even when things are hard to get through, and you do it without second guessing or any kind of regret. 

He knows it’s hard for you to say but he doesn’t need your words to know how much you love him. You tell him in your own way each day. 

“One of these days.” Shawn says, lowering his mouth to your ear. “I’m going to wife you up so hard.” 

His loving promise makes you look for his soft eyes. When you catch his stare, you feel your heart skip a beat as he sends you a smile. You feel butterflies in your stomach while a linger runs down your spine. 

“I can’t believe how lucky I am to love someone like you.” You tell him, planting a few kisses on his tender lips. “You are indeed the best thing that ever happened to me.” 

There are so many things you want to tell him, so many confessions boiling in your chest but nothing seems about right. You can’t find words that would ever be enough, words with enough love behind them to truly explain how you feel about Shawn. 

You have a feeling in your heart. A feeling you don’t know how to put words on. But it feels warm and right and it makes your heart flicker and stomach flip. There are no words to describe what this feeling does to you. And therefore, you don’t tell him just yet. 

You don’t tell him that he’s the reason you got better. You don’t tell him how he taught you what love is really about or how he’s the reason you have grown so much over the latest years. You don’t tell him that your heart didn’t feel safe until he came along or that he’s the one who taught you how to love yourself. 

You want to save that for later, you want to save it for when you finally marry him. You want to tell your husband those things at the church on your wedding day with your family and friends present. 

You lean closer to Shawn, your hand slipping behind his neck as you pull him closer. He shivers and breaths against your lips when you press your forehead to his. He looks you in the eyes, tears forming when he sees the way you look at him. Your eyes filled with nothing but love. 

“I can’t wait to marry you. I can’t wait to marry my best friend and partner in crime. I can’t wait to make your favourite tea each morning or go to bed with you always. I can’t wait until the day where all we ever have to do is be together.” 

You watch as Shawn chews into his lip, tears slipping from his eyes. You kiss one away while you bury your head into his neck, feeling your heart grow from the love you’re feeling in this moment. 

Shawn clears his throat to remove the lump stuck there while his heart pounds through his chest. He feels the love in his heart, his bones and pumping around his veins and he knows he’s slowly but surely becoming addicted. 

“You’re the sweetest creature I know.” Shawn says as he rolls his body on top of yours and lower his lips to kiss you.

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

His Trigger-Happy Lady

BTS

Kim Taehyung/Reader [F]

Genre: Drabble, Mafia AU, Friends->Lovers

Warning(s)?: Violence (duh((It’s at the end pretty much. Oops))

Words: 2.7k

“You know I’ll do anything for you.” 

XXX

Kim Taehyung.  A familiar and well-known name.  A ruthless killer who still remained an almost decent human being.  Refusing to kill those who didn’t deserve it.  Respecting women and being almost protective of children.  Going after men who disobey, attack him or innocent as well as holding the title of a fair share of his own crafty crimes he’s committed before.  

He was no mystery.  Doing what he wanted when he pleased and hardly anyone would stand in his way.  He had a lot of connections and many partnerships in his line of work.  He even managed to pull some very fine strings to keep the cops off his back.  

Now, here he was on his way to meet a very dear friend of his.  Someone he’s known for a very long time and planned to never separate from.  Walking right into a den of some ferocious, fanged women. 

Going through an alley and down a set of long-forgotten stairs that honestly could use a touch-up or two, he entered a pretty secret door.  The place itself wasn’t a secret, but with people being too on edge to come this far down an ally in this day and age, it was pretty secretive.  

Inside this door was a bar filled with women he recognized.  The bar was run by an older woman, tattoos on her arms and a tan cropped shirt with her skinny jeans on.  He could see her tense muscles relax when he recognized it was just Taehyung coming by again.  

His loose white tank top covered by a black flimsy cover and his brown jacket that his thighs and his black pants, he walked to the bar, sliding into a stool. Some ladies who recognized him gave him a slap on his back or a quick wink. Some were new and were almost nervous that someone like him just came in through the door.  He’d make it a point to go say hello to them all, later on, to calm their nerves.  He wasn’t their enemy. 

His eyes scanned the crowd as his heeled boots tapped slowly on the tile floor.  A glass was placed in front of him filled with scotch.  He ticked his head with a smirk as he took it and raised it to the woman behind the bar.  

Scanning once more, the one thing he always saw was a tattoo on every woman.  Whether it be a sleeve covered, a tattoo here or there, or just the one on their shoulder, they all had exactly one tattoo in common.  

A butterfly with a torn wing. 

Nursing on his alcohol, the woman behind the bar finally got the time to slide over to him and start a conversation. 

“If you’re looking for the boss, she isn’t in yet.  She’s been out all morning.  Something about some dickbag who tried to scam her out of money.”  Taehyung chuckled.  

“She always takes all the fun and never brings me along.” He took a swing of his scotch, keeping the glass by his lips.  “I see some new faces.  How many?” 

“Within the last week?  5 new ones.  Poor things.  I’m pretty sure Y/n walked right into sex houses and found all the miserable souls before tearing up their contracts and walking right out with them.”  

Taehyung busted into laughter.  “Yes! That is something she would do.” He sighed in peace as he set his glass down, nearly empty on his toxin.  “I’m proud of how far she’s come in her goals.” 

The woman smiled as she grabbed a bottle and topped Taehyung’s glass.  “We’re all grateful for her and her efforts. Even I, an older woman, respect her.  Taking us off the streets or ripping up our stupid contracts made for men, we’re grateful for the freedom she’s giving us.”  

Taehyung spun in his stool to face the crowd.  The bar was lively.  Women sitting on velvet couches and booths.  Some at tables with cards and beers.  Some with darts as they tried their luck against a comrade.  Some arm wrestled and a few newbies admired their tattoos together.  Every type of woman was here.  Heavy set, or a heavy heart.  Pale as snow or dark as chocolate.  The tallest to reach the best type of booze and the shortest to punch you somewhere below the belt with their shiny new brass knuckles.  

It was a wide family and it was yours.  You created it.  

“Any idea when she’ll be in?” The woman was going to reply when the door to the bar opened and revealed you.  Walking in with your garter shorts strapped around your thighs and your breast tight shirt.  A cropped off bomber jacket and your shoulder cut hair swishing around your neck and cheeks when you moved your head.  Your sneakers on your feet seemed far too clean coming from what Taehyung was assuming turned into a messy job. 

He downed the rest of his drink before sliding the glass to the woman and hoping up from his seat and walking over to you.  Shedding off your jacket, it revealed your tanktop that use to have sleeves before you cut them off and showed your own torn winged butterfly.  The first butterfly of your nation you created.  

You looked up and saw your long term friend striding towards you, thumbs looped through his belt loops as he stopped at your side.  

“I didn’t know you were going to stop by today,” you told him as he took your jacket from you. He snickered.  “I would've stayed in to greet you.” 

“Oh please, don’t stop your work on my account.”  He hung your bomber up on a jacket rack as he stood as close as he could to you.  Tempted to sling his arm around your shoulders, but refrained.  “I see a few new faces in your little army.  Care to introduce me so the pretty little ladies don’t think I’m here to massacre them?” 

You laughed at him.  He was always one to want to meet new people.  Especially your people.  An all-female mafia unit was rare. And you were awfully proud of your considering your track record was flawless.  Carrying out successful missions after successful missions and creating a name for yourself.  In this world, if you were a woman of violence and crime and you had men after you to try and soothe their damaged masculinity, it was a win. 

Though, those after you didn’t get far.  Taehyung wouldn’t let them lay a dirty fucking finger on you.  

You lead the nosy mafia high-head through your girls as you located each new one and introduced them to the ‘scary boss Taehyung’ and watched as they all either sobbed from nerves or laughed at themselves when he smiled and introduced himself like a decent man.  It was something that happened every time and really made sense.  

When that was all done, you went through a door at the back of the bar leading to a small home like area.  A bed, a small kitchen area and a closet and dressers for you.  You did own a real penthouse-courtesy of Taehyung’s generosity that you tried and failed to refuse- but you came here more often than you visited your own home. In fact, you were only here to grab some things before heading home. 

“You’re going home tonight?” He questioned as he followed you in your room and you fell onto your bed, dropping your facade.  You finally winced at something that you hid from your girls.  Taehyung jumped into overdrive as he was kneeling at your bedside looking you over. “Where?  Where do you hurt?” 

Legs were fine, arms clean.  He looked behind your neck and didn’t see any bruises or marks.  He even took off your boots and checked your ankles and feet. You swatted him away as you lifted your black shirt showing a nasty gash on your belly.  

Taehyung ran his fingers around it.  Two solid, scabbing and still bleeding gashes in your skin.  The skin around the wounds was red and violently threatening infection.  Dirt and what looked like soot were mixed into your bloody wound as well as some fabric from your shirt as you hid it.  Taehyung growled as you explained your last job didn’t go as smoothly as you wished and you found yourself on the receiving end of a fire poker being swung at you.   

“Take your shirt off. We can’t let the fabric stick to your blood anymore.” 

“No,” you denied.  “If I did, the girls would see and the whole point of me faking was to not worry them.”  Taehyung stood, grabbing your tanktop before starting to slide it up your body for you.  You squawked as you fought him, but ultimately your squirming made you wince, irritating your belly as Taehyung soon ripped your shirt off you.  Leaving you in your bra, you shivered slightly. 

Taehyung slid off his brown heavy jacket before removing his black, sheer cover from his own white tank.  It was dark enough to cover your wound from eyes and light enough to not irritate it further.  Plus, Taehyung always preferred his own clothing on you anyways.  

He tied the bottoms together in the front to hide your body from view as you rolled your eyes at him.  

“Overprotective as always.  You don’t change, do you?” 

“When it comes to you?  Never.”  He stood you up as he followed you like a shadow as you grabbed a drawstring back, shoving papers and books into it before pulling it shut and slinging it over your shoulder.  

Taehyung helped you out of your room, out of your bar and said goodbye to the familiar faces of your girls before he walked you home.  He knew was it was, obviously.  When you both entered your top floor penthouse, Taehyung moved around like he would any other time.  He knew this place like the back of his hand.  He’s been here more than one time to visit you. 

He started by taking his sheer cover back and pushing you into the bathroom where he took to clean your wound before sticking a hefty amount of gauze and plaster on it.  

Things started to ease up when you made Taehyung reheat your leftover mac and cheese from your fridge for the both of you to eat.  With a game of cards, some stupid jokes and a conversation later, you were found by Taehyung sleeping on the couch when he came back from the bathroom. 

He rolled his eyes in pure endearment as he as easily and gently as he could relocate you to your room and onto your bed.  It was a fine bed Taehyung purchased for you. Wine red bed skirt to hide the frame and box spring with matching covers and black sheets.  Two fluffed pillows with a single long body pillow he gave you as the backboard was dark wood.  

The sultry colors matched you perfectly in both beauty and fundamental standpoints.  It really was no mystery that Taehyung was completely in love with you.  Everyone and their mothers knew it.  You yourself knew it, but you were terrified of a committed relationship just in case something happened to either one of you. 

Taehyung didn’t care though.  He sat on the edge of your bed, brushing your warm cheek with his fingers as he occasionally pushed at the plush skin of your lips.  He smiled down at you.  

“You know I’ll do anything for you,” he told your sleeping body.  He hated it, but he had to leave you now.  He left you a written note pinned under a glass of water and boxed medicine he instructed you take when you wake up for the pain of your wound.  Along with word of him coming back tomorrow so you were to stay home and wait for him.  Absolutely no going outside allowed. 

When he left your penthouse, he pulled his phone from his jeans and pressed 1 on his phone before he made a speed call.  Two rings and his call was answered.  

“Run some camera’s from the western part of town for me.  All of them. I want to take care of some.. personal business.”

That next day, it was afternoon when Taehyung came back into your penthouse.  He found you walking out of your kitchen wearing a loose cropped off shirt to let your plaster covered wound breathe without a shirt.  That coupled with the lousy excuse of underwear only covering your lower half made him almost walk out the window. 

“Have you changed your gauze today?” He asked as he brushed his fingers over your belly.  

“I have.  I did when I woke up. thanks for the medicine by the way, though it tasted awful.” 

“Oh please.  Pills don’t have a taste.” 

“Oh yeah? Tell that to the little bits of it that stayed on my tongue.  It’s fucking bitter.” 

Taehyung rolled his eyes at you.  “I have something for you back at my warehouse.  Want to come to check it out? It’s a present.”  

“A present? For little ole me?  Why you shouldn’t have.”  You chided as Taehyung smiled boxily down at you.  sliding his hand around your waist, taking in your soft skin under his. He had forgone a jacket today.  Just a simple short sleeve shirt in grey and his blue jeans. 

He was soon escorting you out of your home and half an hour later was standing outside his warehouse.  His men were stationed there waiting and expecting his arrival.  He walked over to a man holding a wooden box as he flipped it open and pulled out a gun.  

Taehyung sauntered back to you, his personal favorite old school 6 round revolver.  He had always been a fan of old time firearms.  He didn’t use his revolver often though. Dare you say you were almost excited for what was behind that giant, heavy metal door. 

Placing his hand on your back, he leads you in.  “After you,” he smiled. Inside he had cleared a special place where a man sat beat all to hell and chained down.  Some of his fingers and toes were broken, coupled with and a nasty shiner forming under his eye.  Swollen and beaten, he looked pathetic.   

You whistled in recognition.  This was the man who swung that fire poker at you and resulted in your current wounded state. You looked up at Taehyung who looked at the man he had the pleasure of capturing and beating half to death sitting in his pathetic little spotlight.  No wonder his knuckles were a touch raw and red when he came to get you. 

The man seemed to stiffen when he saw you again, standing next to Taehyung.  Obviously, he had no idea you both knew each other.  Know it made sense to him why Taehyung captured him in the first place.  this was a revenge game and Taehyung just played checkmate. 

Taehyung who stood at your side, brought his hand from your back to around your shoulders and under your chin as he tipped your head up.  Capturing your lips between his, he smirked as he kissed you.  His men looked away as the man sat in his chains shivered.  

Taehyung overpowered you as he pulled on your lips with his teeth and flicked his tongue around yours, encapturing your whimpers and breathes like they were the tobacco of a cigarette. 

Pulling up and away from you, he licked his lips that tasted of you before he flicked his brows up playfully and quickly placed his revolver into your hands.  

“Go trigger-happy my love,” he told you with a smirk.  

“Only if you promise a date after this.” He moved to be at your ear, nipping at it slightly as he grinned. 

“Absolutely,” he let you go, tapping your ass as you walked to the man who shivered in his chain.  Bringing the gun to his head you then moved to his shoulder, his thigh, his gut then forced his mouth open and placed the guns point straight into his throat.  

Smiling a happy goodbye, you pulled the trigger and watched as the bullet ripped through his throat. Then you shot his right shoulder, then his gut, then his thigh and foot. Finally, you pulled the gun up and put him out of his misery by placing the final bullet in his head. 

“Sorry,” you told Taehyung as you gave him his gun back.  “I used all your bullets.  I’ll get you more?” You apologized as he just stuffed the empty gun in his belt loop.  

“All is forgiven, angel.”  Taehyung ushered you both out since he had a date to plan, leaving his men to clean up the broken, bleeding mess of a body.  

~~~~~~~~~

a/n: I think I got a tad bit out of hand >>;;;; yiKES 

[breathlester]

Three for the price of one

pairing: dan howell/phil lester

summary: ‘the holiday’ inspired au where Dan and Phil spend a promising first date until Phil leaves in a hurry, dropping his wallet. Dan returns it the next day hoping for an explanation, but gets more than he bargained for.

genre: angst and fluff, angst with a happy ending, parenting, halloween/autumn

cw: references to minor character death, car accidents and trauma/injury; mentions of alcohol

"Soo ur still good 4 tonight?"

Dan taps away at his laptop nervously, waiting for the reply that comes seconds later.

- "I am indeed. x] Why, are you having second thoughts?"

He exhales, a smile forming on his face. Phil has a way of combining perfect grammar with strange emojis that makes Dan’s stomach flip over in the most pleasant way. And thinking about the effect Phil will have on him when they’re face to face for the first time in a couple of hours does absolutely nothing to calm his nerves.

"Nah just making sure haha :D" he types, ignoring the fact that he is nowhere near as relaxed as the casual “nah“ suggests.

Phil just sends a "♡" in response and Dan promptly chokes on his own saliva, hurrying to replicate the symbol, accidentally adding a second 3 to the heart. Hopefully Phil won’t think he’s overly eager. Although he is, but Phil doesn’t need to know that.

- "Can’t wait to see you, but you will have to let me leave now if you want me to be on time! ^-^"

"k, see u in 3 hours!"

- ":)"

Dan stares at the smiley face for a good half minute, his own face mirroring the expression, before he pulls himself together and logs out of the dating website.

„Right, time to choose an outfit.“

He turns around to consider the assortment of clothes laid out on his bed. His two favorite pairs of black skinny jeans, four different black t-shirts, one button-down (black) and two jackets (both black as well). At least the colour won’t be a problem...

-

Hushed beats of a slow-paced indie song sound softly through the walls and the lights are comfortably dim, the pub warm and buzzing with people, but it doesn’t have the same relaxing effect on Dan as it usually would. His eyes scan the room anxiously and his teeth torment his bottom lip. He’s about to make his way over to the bar when someone calls his name and he halts, turning and catching the eye of a tall black-haired man on the other side of the room. “Phil,” Dan says under his breath, exhaling in relief, and starts towards him.

His date is sat on one of the sofas in the corner, looking absolutely gorgeous. Even though they’ve skyped a handful of times before to make sure neither of them is a 60-year-old pervert, Dan finds himself speechless at the sight of Phil. His denim shirt is unbuttoned to reveal a turquoise t-shirt that brings out the various colours in his eyes and his black hair is pushed back to reveal his forehead. His features are clear-cut, skin as pale as if he’s carved out of marble, and he’s smiling at Dan.

“Hi,” Dan breathes, feeling himself blush and his heart beat quicken.

Phil gets up to greet him and they behold each other for an awkward moment before Phil chuckles and leans in to hug him. “Hi,” he says softly next to Dan’s ear, and it takes all of Dan’s self-control not to melt right there in his embrace, butterflies tingling his stomach. He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with a delicate flowery scent.

“You smell really nice,” he blurts out as they pull away, blushing even deeper when Phil’s beautiful eyes widen.

“Oh, thank you. I don’t wear cologne a lot. It’s not too much?” he asks abashedly, glancing up at Dan, who to his own surprise is slightly taller than him.

“Not at all! It’s, uh, it’s perfect.”

Phil answers with another bright smile that catches Dan off guard and giggles when it takes him a moment to sit down.

“So, do you feel more like dancing or talking?”

“How about a drink first?” Dan suggests and Phil waves a nearby waiter over to them. “Two margaritas, please. - Unless you need to drive?”

Dan shakes his head quickly and Phil adds with a playful little wink, “They’re on me.”

-

It’s been four months since Dan stumbled across Phil’s profile on the dating website and three since he’s worked up the courage to message him. Phil, who described himself as a “wanna-be writer and muse enthusiast”, replied a day later and from then on they’ve been chatting almost non-stop. Although Phil is four years older and lives on the countryside whilst Dan is a film student from central London, they’ve bonded over a similar taste in TV shows and music. However, it has taken Dan a while to coax some more personal information out of Phil and even longer until Phil agreed to their first date – even if the other man assured him that this was only due to being busy and not because he was hesitant to meet him. To be honest, that didn’t really convince Dan since he could not imagine a self-employed writer and editor to have an immovable time schedule.

All that aside, if tonight goes well, Dan is more than willing to forget about this tiny drop of bitterness.

And so far, it’s going great.

They’ve sipped their drinks and Phil has interrogated Dan about the internship with the BBC he is currently diong in the course of his studies. In turn, he’s let Dan in on his work as an editor and his new-found obsession with house plants.

“I’ve got quite a nice garden, but there’s not much to do out there in the cold season, so I thought, why not get some green inside? Big mistake. Turns out house plants are a lot more high-maintenance! I’ve already killed two!”

Dan giggles, taking another sip of his drink. “I couldn’t even keep a cactus alive. I guess student digs just aren’t the most healthy environment.”

No matter what he’s talking about, Dan finds himself drawn in and fascinated by Phil. He’s got a uniquely funny way of telling a story that has Dan giggling like a teenager and hanging on his lips like snake bite piercings.

And his eyes sparkle when he laughs. “Oh, I like that song! Fancy some dancing?”

Feeling warm and pleasantly tipsy, Dan nods and takes the hand Phil offers him. More like I fancy you, he thinks as they take their place among couples and singles on the dancefloor in the adjoining room and after some stumbling around fall into an easy rhythm.

Phil’s arm is resting on Dan’s shoulder and it feels both casual and meaningful, like a careful experiment. The exhilarating beat of Muse’s Madness pumps through Dan’s veins and lets his spirit soar, makes him throw his head back and grin at Phil whose eyes are reflecting the flashing spotlights like lighthouses. He’s beautiful and he’s mouthing the lyrics at Dan, pulling dramatic faces, and Dan feels so good, so alive and amorous…

When the song fades into a slow-paced one, Phil’s arm slips down from his shoulder and snakes around his waist, and Dan gently pulls him closer until the other man’s chin rests on his shoulder. They sway on the spot, engulfed in each other’s presence like a small bubble in a sea of people. The butterflies in Dan’s stomach have doubled and are swirling uncontrollably.

“Hi there, again,” Phil whispers, and Dan runs his hands up his torso, feeling him shiver under his touch. “Hi.”

Slowly, his hands move from Phil’s shoulders to his cheeks and he gives him a questioning look. Phil’s forehead is pressed against his as they lock eyes and he smiles, all flushed skin and the tickling of soft hair, of warm breath. Dan glances down at his lips…

A ringtone disturbs the ballad now playing in the background and Phil recoils, his right hand darting into his back pocket immediately. Dan releases the breath he’s holding, feeling disappointment seep through him like a sudden downpour.

He catches sight of Phil’s phone screen for a second and registers against his will that the caller is a pretty blonde woman saved as “Louise” in Phil’s contacts.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Dan, I have to take this!” Phil says loudly to make himself heard above the noise, offering him a quick apologetic smile before he pushes through the crowd, away from Dan.

-

He waits for one song, then another, moving awkwardly on his own along to an unknown beat. But when the third song spins into the fourth, Dan gives up his position and goes on a search. Another couple is snogging on the sofa where they had their drinks, and Phil’s not in the queue for the toilets, nor is he sitting at the bar. Perhaps he’s outside, Dan thinks and debates whether or not it would seem intrusive to go look for him if he’s still on the phone – but then the bartender waves him over.

“You haven’t seen a man with black hair done like mine, about my height?” Dan asks hopefully.

The heavily-tattooed, rather beefy guy nods and adds, “Told me to tell you he had to leave. Seemed terribly sorry about it.”

Dan’s heart sinks in his chest like a coin dropped in a fountain. “Did he say anything else?”

The bartender shrugs, continuing to rinse the glass he’s holding. “Was in a hurry. And besides, do I look like an answering machine to you?”

“I – no. Sorry,” Dan stutters, feeling his face grow hot with disappointment and embarrassment.

The barista’s face softens slightly. “Hey, better luck next time, mate, alright?”

Yeah, Dan thinks bitterly. Except there won’t be a next time after he’s let me down like this.

There’s no point in staying if Phil’s gone. Trudging to the front door, all excitement seeped out of him, he’s close to wallowing in self-pity when his foot catches on something on the floor.

Someone’s dropped a wallet. Not just any wallet though – it’s an Adventure Time themed one.

A grin has already halfway spread across Dan’s face when he bends down to pick it up, unfolding it carefully. What kind of adult would use an Adventure Time wallet on a date in a pub?

His assumption is confirmed when his eyes fall on the card tucked into the front pocket. “Philip Lester, editor and freelance writer,” it reads, and listed below are Phil’s phone number, email and home address.

I’ll give him one more chance, Dan decides as he pockets the wallet and pushes open the door, the chilly October wind ruffling his hair. Tomorrow I’ll drop the wallet off at his place and see if he’s got an explanation for me.

He hates to admit it, but he really hopes Phil does.

-

Dan looks down at his phone once again, double-checking the small blue dot that indicates his position. “This is the middle of fucking nowhere,” he declares out loud.

Behind him, though long out of sight, lies the city of London. To the left – nothing but fields. To the right a forest is climbing up the gentle curve of a hill. And ahead there’s this bumpy path he’s been following for the past thirty minutes that was most definitely not built for motorcycle trips. He’s beginning to regret his impulsive action.

And yet the app on his phone insists that he is on the right track. Dan takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with the sweet-smelling autumn air.

“Okay, let’s give this one last shot. Another half mile and if nothing turns up then except for more scarecrows and creepy abandoned barns, I’m going to turn back and send him his wallet by mail.”

He snaps the visor of his helmet shut with a sort of final resolution and mounts his motorcycle again.

The frosty head wind makes him wish he’d worn a jumper underneath his leather jacket and Dan is about to give up when the path leads through a small grove and turns a corner – and there it is, appearing seemingly out of nowhere.

A single small, ancient-looking house, leaning alarmingly to one side, its uneven stone walls covered to a large part by rampant roses, some of them still in bloom.

There’s no fence surrounding the cottage, but the letterbox in front of it bears a wooden sign that dangles in the wind and states in ornate letters “Rosery Cottage”.

Hesitantly, Dan clambers off his bike and retrieves his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket. “You have reached your destination.”

The narrow path of cobblestone that leads up to the door is framed by a couple of crooked walnut trees whose leaves are scattered across the lawn. To the right, an old battered VW Golf is parked on a makeshift driveway. A pair of wellingtons stand guard on the wooden patio.

Dan takes a deep breath and starts towards the house, thinking as he rings the bell, this better be Phil and not some misanthropic old hag.

-

What he certainly does not expect is a little girl in dungarees and a yellow jumper opening the door. Her copper brown hair is braided in two rather messy pigtails, her round face dotted with freckles and there’s a bit of chocolate in the corner of her mouth.

“You’re tall,” the girl remarks casually after looking him up and down, pinching her chestnut eyes as if he’s blinding her.

As perplexed as Dan is, the comment makes him chuckle. “Am I really?”

“Yeah… you’re like, taller than my daddy.”

The last word makes Dan’s heart pick up speed and he’s about to say, “I’m sorry, I must be in the wrong place,” when a voice drifts through the hallway, accompanied by the dulled noise of a blow-dryer.

“Who’s at the door, Liv?”

It can’t be Phil, Dan tells himself. This guy just sounds similar because the noise distorts his voice.

Phil doesn’t have any kids - right? The image of the beautiful blonde from Phil’s phone screen reappears in front of Dan’s inner eye and he draws in a sharp breath –

“A man in a leather jacket, Daddy,” the girl yells back. “He’s very tall,” she adds after a second, almost reproachfully.

There’s a moment of silence, then the noise of the hair-dryer stops abruptly and the man who sounds like Phil shouts, “I’ll be right there!”

The girl keeps her eyes trained on Dan, making him uneasy, so he lets his gaze drop away from her face. She’s holding a furled newspaper in her hand, Dan can just make out an advert proclaiming “Three for the price of one!” and underneath it a crossword, partly filled in with wonky letters.

Someone clears their throat and Dan looks up, feeling his heart take a leap.

The man facing him is wearing mismatched socks and his black hair is still wet and ruffled, but it’s unmistakably Phil.

His eyes are wide and he looks like he can’t quite decide whether to smile or not. He looks a little bit guilty, Dan thinks with a selfish trace of satisfaction, but the feeling fades when he remembers the elephant in the room – although elephant is perhaps too large a word.

“I’ll take it from here, Olivia, thank you,” Phil says to the girl and her eyes flicker from Dan to Phil and back before she turns and skips off into another room.

“Olivia,” Dan repeats, avoiding Phil’s eye until he hears the other man sigh.

“Yes, her name’s Olivia, and she’s my daughter, as you might already have guessed.”

I’d be concerned if other children than your own called you daddy, Dan thinks, but he doesn’t say it because this is not the time for a joke. It’s time for an explanation.

“So who’s Louise?” he asks at the same moment that Phil asks, “So what brings you here?”

They finally look at each other.

“Shall I go first?” Dan offers. “Right. Last night, when you, er, bailed on me – you lost something.”

He tries to sound casual but the guilt becomes more evident in Phil’s face for a moment until Dan pulls the wallet out of his pocket and holds it out to Phil, whose eyes grow comically wide.

“My wallet! Thanks, I hadn’t even noticed – oh man, I owe you -”

“An explanation? Yeah, I’d say so,” Dan says with newfound confidence.

Phil exhales. “You’re right. I have some explaining to do. - Oh god, I haven’t even asked you in yet, I’m the worst -”

He steps aside, holding the door open. “Please, make yourself at home. I know you’re probably less than elated by me right now, but I promise I can explain if you let me.”

Dan looks down at the threshold in front of him. The welcome mat he’s standing on has a pattern of sleeping cats on it. One small step for man, one giant step for Dan, he thinks dryly. If he steps into Phil’s house now and more than that, into his life, it will never be this easy to leave again.

For some reason, the image of the newspaper the girl was holding appears to him. If only life were as simple as a crossword puzzle, with only one right answer to every question.

“Tell me one more thing before I come in,” Dan asks. “Seven letter word, starting with M, or eight letters starting with D?”

Phil stares at him for a moment, then his smile falters as he gets the hint.

“Seven,” he says quietly.

Married, then – Dan thinks, a sick feeling rising in his stomach, and he’s about to turn away and leave for good, when Phil adds in an even smaller voice, “But the first one’s a W.”

-

Seven letters, starting with W. It’s just like a crossword, but it’s not an easy solution at all, and having solved it doesn’t make Dan feel any better, instead it makes him feel awful.

Widowed, he thinks, and bites down hard on his bottom lip. Widowed. Of course, that makes sense. It explains the careful pace at which Phil went about their blossoming relationship. It explains his inability to be spontaneous, and the fact that he didn’t want to talk much about his past.

Phil’s a widower, and he’s got a child, and Dan is so, so insensitive.

He looks up at Phil slowly, afraid of meeting his gaze. But Phil doesn’t look angry or as if he’s about to cry. His face is painfully composed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Phil replies, and somehow that is all it takes for Dan to step inside and pull the door shut behind him.

He hands Phil the wallet, but instead of letting him pull his hand away, Phil holds on to it.

“Thank you,” he mutters and Dan gently presses his hand.

“Daddy, Micah keeps trying to take my pen!”

The bright voice from the right makes them both flinch, and Phil gives him a little smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “This way, please.”

The room to the right that they enter is the kitchen. Sunlight falls in through the windows and illuminates the large wooden table at which Olivia is sat, facing the door. The newspaper is spread out in front of her, opened to the kids’ page.

A small boy, a toddler at most, is squirming in his high chair, reaching out across the table for the pen Olivia is holding. As Olivia pulls it away from his grasp, he whimpers.

“Micah, hey!” Phil rushes towards them and takes the boy’s chubby little hand in his. “This is Livy’s pen, okay? Here, those crayons are for you. - And you, Liv – don’t be so harsh on him, you hear me? He doesn’t understand that it’s yours.”

He turns to Dan again, his face relaxing slowly. “Dan, these are my children, Olivia and Micah. Kids, this is Dan, who I was meeting up with last night.”

Dan smiles nervously as Olivia observes him, then she gives him a sudden toothy grin and turns back to her crossword.

“Here, take a seat please”, Phil says. “Do you want to drink anything? Coffee, tea?”

“Coffee would be lovely, if it’s not too much trouble,” Dan replies, sitting down on the wooden chair next to Olivia.

“Not at all.”

As Phil is busy with the coffee machine, Dan’s gaze drops to the table. Opposite of him, Micah is scrawling something undefinable with crayons. His hair is thick and darker than Olivia’s, his eyes azure and large in his round face. He seems to have trouble controlling his crayon, his small hand is clenched in a fist around it. Dan doesn’t have a lot of experience with young children, but Micah has to be at least two years old…

“I need a word with four letters for this flowery thing, daddy,” Olivia pipes up, catching Dan’s attention. “It’s not a tree, but plant and flower don’t fit.”

He peers at the crossword she’s working on. It has pictures in front of every line instead of questions.

“Give me a moment, Liv,” Phil says, rummaging in a cupboard for a mug.

“Have you tried rose?” Dan suggests charily.

Olivia looks up at him in surprise, then back at the paper. Her letters fit neatly in the boxes. “It works! Thanks, Dan.”

He smiles charily. “You’re welcome.”

Phil places the mug of coffee down in front of him before he sits down next to the high chair. Leaning on his elbows, he hides his face in hands for a moment.

When he emerges, he looks up at Dan. “So,” he says, clearing his throat. “You wanted to know about Louise.”

Dan, who’s about to take a sip from his coffee, puts the mug down, barely avoiding a spill of the scalding liquid.

“She’s a friend who occasionally takes care of my two rascals when I’m out. She was here last night and called to tell me Micah had banged his head. Turned out to be half as bad, but I tend to panic about my baby.” He reaches out to gently brush the hair back from Micah’s forehead, revealing a small reddened bump near his hairline.

The young boy reacts promptly. “Owie.”

A caring smile lingers on Phil’s lips. “Yes, you had an owie. Does it still hurt?”

“No more owie,” the toddler babbles, shaking his head.

“Good.”

Phil withdraws his hand, turning his attention back to Dan. His smile fades. “I’m sorry I left so abruptly, I overreacted. It’s just – Micah, he was in the car when…”

His voice trails off, but Dan’s fairly sure he can finish the sentence for himself. Phil must have lost his wife, the mother of his children, in a car accident.

Before Dan can think of what to say, Phil leans towards him across the table. “That’s why he’s a bit behind in development,” he adds in a low voice.

Dan glances at the toddler who’s clearly in his own world, scribbling away at the paper in front of him (and occasionally straying over the edges onto the wooden plate of his high chair). He tries to find something to say in reply, but quickly comes to the conclusion that there isn’t anything.

And Phil doesn’t seem to be expecting an answer. As Dan looks back at him, his eyes have gone out of focus, the iridescent blue glazed over with a hazy dolour that’s impossible for Dan to grasp. With a leap of his heart he reaches out one hand and places it on top of Phil’s that’s resting on the table.

Phil’s starts, blinking at him. He doesn’t smile, and yet there’s a glint that returns to his eyes as he becomes aware of Dan’s touch. When Dan dares to gently run his thumb over the back of his hand, he doesn’t flinch or pull back.

Silence settles into the room, not empty but filled with the sound of pencil scraping against paper and the strangely reassuring noise of an old house, alive with the creaking of wood and rattling of wind at its window panes.

The mug of coffee sits in front of Dan, gradually cooling down, forgotten in the moment.

-

It’s Micah who breaks the silence eventually.

“Daddy,” he says, and Phil startles, looking up and withdrawing his hand gently from Dan’s. “Yes, darling?”

But Dan observes with a hidden delight the faint flush of pink that’s settled on his cheekbones.

“Doggy,” is all Micah says in response, and Dan thinks he’s beginning to see what Phil meant earlier. Although children are more or less a novelty to him, surely a two-year-old would be able to form simple sentences?

He is torn out of his pondering by Phil’s voice. “Go on, take it.”

Dan looks up, finding that Micah is holding a sheet of paper out to him. There’s a bunch of brown crayon lines in one corner that vaguely form the shape of an animal, but that might be just interpretation because he knows what it’s supposed to be.

“For me?”

Micah nods, his blue eyes sparkling.

Dan smiles. “That’s… very kind of you, Micah. What a beautiful dog you’ve drawn there!” He takes the edge of the sheet between his fingertips; Micah lets go with a satisfied expression on his round face.

Phil reaches out to kiss the top of his son’s head. “Good boy, Micah.”

Dan looks down at the drawing, blinking, trying to conceal how touched he is. He really isn’t accustomed to children, doesn’t know how to behave around them, but his reaction to Micah’s drawing seems to have made the boy happy.

“Daddy, when are we leaving for London?” Olivia asks. She doesn’t seem to have noticed the change of atmosphere before, much to Dan’s relief. He has no idea how she feels about him getting to know her dad. Surely it can’t be easy after she’s lost her mother…

“Another two hours,” Phil says after a glance at his wristwatch. “Are you hungry yet? We can have lunch in a bit.”

Olivia nods, putting her pen away and folding up the newspaper. “I’m done with the crossword. Correct it for me, daddy, please?”

Phil smiles. “Of course, honey. Later, yeah? Though I’m sure there won’t be much to correct.” He takes the paper from her.

“You’re going to London today?” Dan asks.

“The therapist has her office in the city,” Phil replies, adding, “can we offer you a ride?” as if the thought has just occurred to him.

“Oh, thank you, but I came on my motorbike.”

“You’ve got a motorbike? That’s so cool! Daddy won’t let me get one,” Olivia pipes up.

Dan laughs. “Oh well, you see, motorbikes are very dangerous, so your father’s right about that. You’ve got to get a license so they’ll let you drive one. And for that license you’ve got to be of age.”

Olivia pushes out her lower lip. “That’s not fair. I’m so old already. Much older than Micah who’s just a baby.”

Phil, whose face has tightened up again, reaches out and strokes a strand of hair back behind her ear. “Patience, darling. Why don’t you draw a nice picture for the therapist before we leave? I’m sure she’d love that. And I’ll go have a chat with Dan – if you don’t mind?”

The last part is directed at Dan. He shakes his head, looking at Phil.

“I’m not in a hurry.”

-

He lets Phil lead him down a hallway framed with pictures. Some are drawings by Olivia, showing what is unmistakably the cottage, or a field of flowers – or a family, complete with a stick figure in a dress and long flowing hair.

The others are photographs.

Olivia in a nice dress with her schoolbag in hand and a wide grin on her first day of school. Micah lying in his crib, smiling up at the camera. The two of them playing in the snow together.

Phil reading to Micah who’s cuddled up to him. Phil braiding Olivia’s hair. Phil with his arms around the two of them.

Phil holding a newborn baby with flimsy hair and a reddened face, a younger Olivia leaning into the picture, curiously gazing at the small human. But they’re not the only ones on the picture – there’s a woman lying in the hospital bed behind Phil, her face out of focus, but the radiating smile still clearly visible.

There are more pictures of her. Ones of her baking biscuits with Olivia kneeling on the counter, stealing batter. Her rocking Micah in her arms, her mouth opened as if she’s singing a lullaby. The woman wearing a white dress and flowers in her hair, stood next to a beaming Phil in a suit. The two of them kissing.

Dan averts his gaze. He feels like an intruder.

“In here, please.” 

Taking a deep breath, Dan steps into the room.

It’s an office, complete with an old mahogany desk and shelves of books framing the walls instead of photographs as Dan notes with relief.

There are two armchairs near the window to which Phil guides him. They sit down, and Dan waits for Phil to speak, anxious suddenly about what he will have to say.

A moment of silence stretches at Phil looks around the room, letting his gaze wander as if he were the visitor.

“Okay, here’s the thing,” Phil begins with a sigh, looking at his hands. “I’m not an easy person to date. I’m not your average single person – I’m a package deal.”

The newspaper advert comes back to Dan’s mind and he mutters, “three for the price of one.”

Phil chuckles, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes as he looks up. “You could say that, I guess… though the price might be higher I fear… You should know - in fact, you deserve to know, the truth. I’m a single father. I work around the clock. I get up at six. I cook, I clean, I comfort, I play, I sew, I fix. And at night when the kids are in bed, that’s when I find time for my actual job. I never have any free time except for when I get someone to watch my children, and I can’t do that very often, considering how far out in the country we live and…”

He breaks off, lowering his face into his hands. “I don’t like leaving them. I can’t be at ease when I don’t know exactly that they’re safe. I know they probably seem fine to you, but Olivia has nightmares and Micah rarely sleeps through. Sometimes he has crying fits that last for more than an hour. Liv has days when she’ll only speak to a photograph of her mum. Some days it’s almost alright. But it’s never easy and we’re not a perfect family. When I lost… when we lost Sophie, when she was brutally torn out of our lives by a careless driver -” his shoulders quiver as if in a quiet sob, and Dan holds back from reaching out and touching him.

“It was very hard for all of us. It’s been two years, and sometimes it still feels like there’s a hole we’ll never be able to fill completely. Once a month, I take the kids to a therapist in London. They stay there for an hour – meanwhile, I’ve got my own therapy session.”

He lifts his head slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on his hands as if they’re particularly interesting.

“I’m a man in therapy. I’m four years older than you, and I’ve got two children who demand a lot of care and attention. I barely make enough money to scratch along. I guess what I’m saying is… Dan, I really like you.”

That’s when Phil looks up to meet Dan’s eye. Dan sits transfixed, blinking in surprise. He didn’t expected that, not after the speech Phil’s just given.

The other man looks earnest, but his eyes are misty and his face contorted in regret.

“You must have noticed that I do. Talking to you over these past months has made me happier than I’ve been for a long time, and I’m so thankful for that. Meeting you last night was a dream. I’ll never forget it. I really do like you, Dan.”

Dan swallows hard at the repetition of the statement. His eyes have begun to sting. “Why do I sense a ‘but’ coming on?” he asks, willing his voice not to shake, willing his gaze not to stray from Phil’s sorrowful, beautiful face.

Phil takes a shivering breath. “I want nothing more than to get to know you. But I can’t leave my children, and I can’t have you come here and let them get used to you. They’ve already lost their mother. If we find we’re not meant to be, when we break up – they’ll get hurt. I can’t do that to them. I won’t let my children go through the pain of separation again, Dan. That’s why I have to say, I’m sorry. I like you, Dan, but I’m sorry, I can’t do this. And I know it’s not fair, and I probably shouldn’t even have agreed to meeting you, but I just -”

“Okay, Phil, hang on - ” Dan interrupts him, and Phil stops mid-sentence, his lips still parted. “What if we don’t?” he asks.

Phil’s staring at him. It’s so quiet Dan can hear him breathe. The moment feels extremely intimate and Dan wants to kiss the fear and worry off Phil’s face, but he remains where he is.

“If we don’t?” Phil repeats blankly.

Dan leans forward. “What if we don’t break up? Who’s to say it wouldn’t work out? What if we do, we click and we stay together…”

Phil’s eyes shut slowly, drawing ragged breaths.

“I mean, I guess I’d understand if you didn’t want to take the risk…,” Dan continues, but Phil cuts him off.

“Say I was willing to do so,” he replies, “would you want to bear with us? I’m in no way eager to send you away, but you’d have to be absolutely sure, Dan.”

He wants to say yes, but the word gets stuck in his throat. It’s not easy. It’s not as easy as he wants it to be. So he sits staring at Phil, mouth opened but no sound coming out, and Phil gives a sad little smile, not reproachful, but understanding.

Dan lifts his hand to prevent him from jumping to a conclusion.

“I’m going to need… time… to think about this,” Dan says slowly, looking Phil in the eyes as he speaks. “Because – I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it – but I really like you, too.”

There it is again, that sparkle in Phil’s eyes, the one that makes Dan’s stomach churn and the back of his neck prickle.

This time, it’s Phil who reaches out to take Dan’s hand. “I can give you time,” he says, and then, after a moment of contemplation, he adds, “You know what? How about this. Olivia is currently obsessed with dressing up” - a small smile curls the corner of his mouth upwards - “so we’re having a little gathering on Halloween. PJ will be there, the kids’ godfather and incidentally also author of the book I’m currently editing, and Louise with her husband and daughter. If you want to come, you’d be welcome to do so. If you don’t…” The look he gives Dan is gentle, and so is his voice when he finishes the sentence. “… then we’ll know.”

It’s two weeks until Halloween. Dan’s fellow students have already begun talking about the parties they’re going to attend.

He presses Phil’s hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” He manages a small smile.

Phil smiles back, carefully, his eyes still not entirely free of pain.

“I believe,” he says then, very quietly, “there was something you wanted to do before my phone so rudely interrupted us last night.”

Dan’s eyes widen as realization hits him.

Phil’s face is close due to the fact that they’ve both leaned forward during their conversation, and his eyes are half-shut. There’s a tender smile still playing on his lips, and Dan’s eyes flicker down to them as he takes a shuddering breath.

Then, carefully, he closes the distance.

Phil’s hands move up to his cheeks. His lips feel warm and chapped against Dan’s, and he’s shivering ever so slightly, Dan feels it when his hands come to rest on Phil’s shoulders. He tastes like apples and cinnamon, as if he’s made of autumn spices.

The butterflies in Dan’s stomach are back, swirling like leaves in a thunderstorm. He tips his head to the side, deepening the kiss, drinking up Phil’s fear and sorrow, his sadness and his fondness, all of him.

The kiss doesn’t last for more than a few seconds, but it lingers in the air, tickles in their lips and their hearts after they part.

They stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, not saying anything because there’s nothing to say, yet there’s a sort of intuitive understanding between them that fills Dan with hope. Maybe they will be able to work this out. But he needs time to think. He’s only twenty-four, still a student – a family hasn’t really been on his agenda until now, much less one that’s already sort of complete in itself.

“I should probably go check on Micah and Liv, see if they’re hungry,” Phil says, still so close his breath brushes Dan’s face. Melancholy has already worked its way back into the creases of his forehead and Dan wants to wipe it away, but he knows that he can’t, not yet.

So he says, “And I should probably head back, look into some work for uni.”

“Well,” Phil pulls back and the moment is gone. “Thanks for bringing me my wallet -”

“Sure -”

“I’ll walk you out,” he stands, holding his hand out to Dan who grasps it.

“- and the kiss,” Dan adds, “I owed you that, too.”

His playful words manage to conjure up another one of Phil’s smiles, and he doesn’t let go of Dan’s hand until they’re at the front door. Outside, the wind has picked up, sending swirls of crimson leaves across the yard.

Dan and Phil stand facing each other, drawing out the moment of their parting. Finally, Phil averts his gaze and opens the door, and Dan zips up his leather jacket.

“I’m glad you came, Dan,” Phil says honestly.

“Yeah,” Dan replies, shivering slightly, though not from the rush of cold air.

“Me too.”

-

The last day of October is clear and bright, the sky a pearlescent grey. A strong breeze chases leaves across the country lane, making the trees sway and rustle. It’s cold, but this time Dan’s wearing a woolen jumper underneath his leather jacket, and anyway, he’s positively buzzing with a vibrant energy that warms him from the inside – and tickles him to push his foot down further on the accelerator, but he’s a responsible driver. He smiles to himself, feeling the wind and excitement drive him towards his destination.

When the cottage comes into sight behind the tree line, Dan’s smile grows wider. Two unfamiliar cars are parked outside the property on the side of the road, but he lets his motorcycle wheel past the post box and to a stop next to Phil’s car.

Taking off his helmet, Dan inhales the frigid, exhilarant autumn air. His pulse is throbbing both with adrenaline and anticipation. As he approaches the house, he picks up on snatches of cheerful conversation and hushed music that seep through cracked windows.

Two large pumpkins stand guard on the patio this time, their expressions hardly threatening. Dan feels like he must look somewhat like them – glowing with excitement, grin unalterably carved into his face.

Standing in front of the door, he takes a deep breath. He’s nervous, but not because he’s uncertain. He’s made up his mind, he’s decided to come here tonight for a reason. It’s just that it might be the biggest decision he’s ever made, and that does scare him quite a lot.

Okay, Dan. This is your last chance for turning back, he thinks, but instead he reaches out and rings the bell.

The sound seems to resonate in his chest.

A face appears briefly in the door window and with a squeal of excitement the door is wrenched open.

“Hi Dan!” says a cat the size of a young girl. She’s wearing an Alice band with cat ears on it and someone has painted crooked whiskers across her cheeks.

“Hi Olivia. Nice costume.”

Olivia grins. “Thanks! You too.”

He’s opted for a jumper with ghosts and pumpkins on it rather than a full-on disguise.

Stepping aside to let him pass, she adds, “Daddy’s in the kitchen.”

There’s a familiar twinkle in her eye that makes Dan wonder how much she knows, but he just smiles back and follows her inside.

As he closes the door behind himself, Olivia skips back down the hall to where the music is playing, but Dan remains where he is.

There’s a clanking of pots coming from his right. He swallows nervously, taking a final deep breath of courage before he steps into the kitchen.

Phil’s standing at the counter with his back turned to Dan, wearing a vampire’s cloak. His pale skin certainly fits the image, Dan thinks, feeling a grin tug on his lips.

For a moment he wonders how to announce his arrival, but then Phil turns around and flinches violently.

“Jesus, Dan!” he exclaims, blue eyes wide with shock, stumbling back against the counter. “You scared me!”

“Kind of the whole point of Halloween, isn’t it?” Dan asks, taking a few steps into the room. “Though I must say, your appearance is a lot scarier than mine.”

Phil’s face relaxes and he smiles, which entirely refutes Dan’s statement.

They stand facing each other for a moment, the realisation of what Dan’s presence means prickling like electricity in the air between them.

Then Dan clears his throat. “So, uh… Trick or treat?”

Phil laughs. “I’m afraid the treats are reserved for the children,” he says, biting his lower lip. His eyebrows are raised as if in a challenge.

“That’s too bad,” Dan’s about to say when Phil adds, “But I might have kept a special treat for you.”

They’ve gravitated towards each other almost subconsciously so that when Dan speaks again, he can see the sparkle in Phil’s eyes, the smudged red paint below his lip and even a few faded freckles that are dusted across his nose and cheeks.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

Phil’s gaze drops and Dan feels his heartbeat speed up again. Instead of replying, he slowly leans in. Licking his lips, Dan lets his eyelids flutter shut in expectation.

They snap open again a mere second later, accompanied by a gasp when he feels Phil’s hot breath fan his neck.

“Ph-phil, what are you -”

“Never trust a vampire, Dan,” Phil mutters, lips ghosting over a patch of skin, not quite touching it.

Instinctively, Dan’s hands have shot up to hold onto Phil’s shoulders. He moves them now, his breath hitching, heart thudding, to Phil’s face and tilts it gently upwards.

“You sneaky little shit,” he murmurs affectionately.

Phil’s grinning widely, his eyes scrunched up and lucid like the pumpkins outside.

“Now I have no choice but to trick you,” Dan continues quietly, “seeing as you wouldn’t give me,” he leans in closer, “my…” his mouth brushes Phil’s cheek, making his breath stutter. “…treat,” Dan completes the sentence against Phil’s lips.

They kiss slowly, unrushed, lips parting and reconnecting again in sync with their breaths. As if to prove his previous statement, Phil eventually takes Dan’s bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles on it gently, causing Dan to let out a small moan. They’re stood pressed together from head to toe now. He can feel Phil’s heart beat against his own and the gentle touch of his hands on the back of his neck.

When Phil begins to pull away, Dan whimpers in protest, holding on to him tighter, and Phil smiles against his lips, his fluttering eyelashes tickling Dan’s cheek.

“Happy Halloween, Dan,” he mumbles, winding his fingers into Dan’s hair.

“I’m glad you came.”

*** this used to be on my ao3 page (softiejace). i’m taking down my phan content for personal reasons but reposting it here so people can still enjoy it :) ***

[julietandcinderellavocaloid]

Determined Alice Chapter 2

Sometimes, being an Alice left Meiko feeling invisible. Cinderellas were expected to be leaders and path makers, and Juliets were expected to be servants and slaves. Alices were . . . just there.

Meiko knew she couldn't complain too much, however. Having a cerulean butterfly tattooed on her left wrist instead of a blood rose meant she had the basic human rights most Juliets were denied. On the other hand, having that same cerulean butterfly tattoo instead of a silver crown meant Meiko would never have the opportunities available to her that were practically gift wrapped for a Cinderella.

News that had been circulating all over the media this past week didn't help. Some sources labelled this as the war between Cinderellas and Juliets. Nobody talked about the Alices. It seemed nobody cared. Alices were the middle class. As far as anyone who wasn't an Alice was concerned, they didn't fit anywhere in all of this.

Of course, such thinking was dead wrong. Alices had been in play long before anyone so much as heard about these so-called Thorns. Nobody suspected an Alice, leaving the Alices to come and go as they pleased.

Meiko's second cousin Teto, when spent the past year spying through the Cinderella Academy undetected by even the master of the school Opera Tonio himself, was a perfect example of this.

It was why Meiko didn't let the looks anyone gave her as she took her seat in the hovercraft get to her. Or at least that was what she told herself. She didn't want to admit that she was too impressed with the interior of the hovercraft to think about much else.

This was the kind of hovercraft seen in space war movies. Unlike most hovercrafts, which relied on autopilot to get its passengers to the destination coordinates punched in, this one was built for potential battle and thus driven by a pilot. Others would man additional aspects of the craft, such as communications and weapons. Back in the day, these were the types of hovercrafts the military utilized. Now only the secret service had these. The secret service, and anyone else who knew how and where to get their grubby hands on them.

Big Al and Rei, his hand-selected second-in-command, took their seats in the front. Rinto took over communications. Hio and Meiko sat in the weapons section although the weapons were deactivated for this mission, Hio preparing them just in case they needed to be used and Meiko gauging fuel efficiency.

Wanting to prove herself, Meiko ran through the checklist given to her in preparation for takeoff. When Hio tried to help, she growled at him to back off. The boy stared at her with his wide eyes.

"We're a team, Meiko," he whispered as to not be overheard by the others. "There's nothing wrong with letting me help you."

"As if I'm going to give you the chance to tell Big Al that you had to help me run through my own station," Meiko snarled. "I got this."

"Meiko, you've never done this before. Nobody is going to look down on you if you let me help you—"

"I got this!" Meiko snapped before turning away and running through everything twice more. It looked as if everything was properly set up. She didn't need Hio making her, the lone woman on the team, look as if she was the only one who didn't know what was going on.

"System check," Big Al announced as he started the engine. "Coordinates?"

Rei. "Check."

"Communications?"

Rinto. "Check."

"Weapons?"

Hio. "Offline."

"Efficiency."

Meiko sounded proud as she announced, "Check."

"Are you sure?"

Gritting her teeth, Meiko had to keep from shouting, "How dare you question me and not the men!"

"Check," was what she said instead.

"Then we are ready to launch." Big Al flipped a few switches. "Everyone, buckle up. It's going to be a bumpy ascension."

Meiko buckled her seatbelt and leaned back in her chair. The flight to the Capital would take a couple of hours. Until then, it was only a matter of remaining calm and showing these men that she was just as capable as they.

For the most part, the flight was uneventful. Their fellow legion flew right beside them. The others laughed and joked as they hurled through the air at over three hundred miles an hour. Meiko kept to herself. Considering the guys didn't try talking to her or anything of the sort, keeping to herself wasn't that hard.

All the while, Big Al ignored the others as he focused on the flight ahead. Not having anywhere better to look, Meiko stared over his shoulder through the window. The cover of endless night should keep them well-hidden from those on the ground below.

As for other aircrafts, that's what prayer was for.

"I don't like this," Rei said after half an hour. "It's quiet. Too quiet. I feel like something should have happened by now. Even just a minor hiccup would be more reassuring than this stillness we've been experiencing since liftoff."

"Agreed," Big Al muttered, "but we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, Kagene."

I would be looking all the gift horses in the mouth. Meiko double checked her station. No change. That was more than fine. She wasn't entirely sure what to do if something needed to be fixed anyway.

The flight grew to be so boring, Meiko wished she had followed Hio's example and brought something with her. That beanpole had a book on him. Not a tablet. An actual book. As in a large-leather-bound-stack-of-paper-with-words-printed-with-ink-onto-the-pages book.

As rare as tablets were in Meiko's hometown, physical books were rarer. And this fool had the nerve to bring one with him on a potentially dangerous mission. Meiko tried not to stare, both at awe at such a device and at how stupid she thought Hio was.

She must have not restrained herself well enough though. Hio caught her staring and asked, "Do you want to look at it?"

Yes. "No," Meiko spat, committing herself to not looking at the boy for the rest of the flight.

That newfound commitment only lasted for ten minutes.

"Radar is picking up another craft," Rei announced. He audibly swallowed. "It's coming this way."

"Commercial?" Big Al questioned.

"Negative," Rei replied. "I studied all flight schedules the night before. This wasn't on the list. Besides, it's approaching far too quickly for its main purpose to be carrying citizens."

Big Al cursed. "Rinto, has the first legion picked up on the signal?"

"As a matter of fact, they just messaged me about it." Rinto adjusted the glasses on his nose. "Arls thinks we should contact them, tell them we're carrying supplies to the Capital."

"Just what I was thinking."

For a moment, Rinto typed on his keyboard. It must have been getting serious, for Rinto pulled a headset on and began speaking softly into the microphone. In a matter of seconds, his words were getting quicker and more urgent.

Pulling the microphone away, Rinto said, "Big Al, Arls's craft has been denied contact with this oncoming ship. Orders?"

"Try contacting it yourself."

Not even a minute later. "Connection denied."

Big Al swore again. "I don't think these guys are going to ask questions before they begin shooting. Kagene, how close are they?"

"Too close for comfort, sir."

"Looks like we're going to have to get our hands dirty for this one. Loid, Sakine, fire up the weapons. If our new friends are looking for a fight, then they are going to get one."

Finally, something to do. Meiko turned her attention towards her station and began flipping the necessary switches. Lights lit. Buttons blinked. Numbers flashed on display. Meiko gripped the lever to pull it down.

It didn't budge.

What the hell?

Meiko kept pulling, but the lever wasn't going anywhere.

Great. Not only was she the one person the others thought needed help to do her job, but she couldn't even pull the freaking lever down as well. She could already hear the men crackling at what a weak woman she was.

"Systems online, sir," Hio announced to the fleet.

"Efficiency?" Big Al questioned.

No matter how hard Meiko pulled the lever, it didn't move in the slightest. Father of many ugly and stupid children! "Anyone got any oil?"

Although he spoke at normal volume, there was still a lot of anger in Big Al's words as if he yelled at her. "You mean to tell me you didn't wiggle the lever before takeoff?"

Meiko furrowed her brows. Her words sounded dumber to her than they had to sound for everyone else. "I was supposed to?"

If there was one thing Big Al did as if it were an artform, it was swear. He further displayed that talent before snapping at Meiko, "These ships are at least a decade old, Sakine! We have to make sure nothing rusted into place before our lives depend on the functionality of those same levers. Didn't anyone tell you that?!"

Face burning hot, Meiko returned to the lever and tried to pull it. Nothing. That sucker was stuck good, all right.

"Arls is awaiting your command," Rinto supplied, a sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Fire at will," Big Al replied. "As for us, we have a bit of a situation here."

"Let me help," Hio said, getting up and walking towards Meiko's station.

Meiko bared her teeth. "I got it!"

"No, you don't."

"Leave me alone, Loid!"

"Meiko, now isn't the time—"

"I said leave me alone!"

"Sweet mother of baby Jesus! Get out of my path!" Big Al bolted from the pilot's seat and stalked towards the section. After literally pushing Meiko and Hio out of the way, he wrapped his meaty hands around the lever and forced it down with a mighty grunt.

Then things began flashing that Meiko was sure weren't supposed to be flashing.

"You said our efficiency was in order!" he roared at Meiko.

Gritting her teeth, Meiko did not allow herself to cower. "According to the numbers, everything was exactly where it needed to be."

Big Al looked at the display before turning back to Meiko. "Yes, our takeoff and flight fuel is working splendidly, but did it ever occur to you to switch to the weapons tank to see how our energy beams were doing?"

Oh.

"Your job was simple," Big Al growled. "Make sure everything was in order, and make sure there was an order for everything. How do you screw up this badly?!"

Snarling herself, Meiko spat, "How was I supposed to know all these rules about these crafts unless someone told me?"

"Ask someone to walk you through it. For the love of God, Sakine, didn't anyone offer to help?"

Meiko was more grateful than she cared to admit that Hio opted to keep his mouth shut. She had to have been set up. There was no other reason everyone but she, the woman, had a section that worked perfectly.

Before another word could be said, everyone cried out as the craft violently jerked to the side. It corrected itself after half a moment, but the ride was no longer as smooth. Nobody needed to be told what had just happened.

"Rei," Big Al began, "you're in charge until I get back. Hio, fire only if you know for sure you will hit a target. Sakine and I are going to the belly of the craft to see if we can load up the emergency guns."

Although she heard what Big Al said, Meiko still questioned, "What?"

"You heard me, Sakine." Big Al began walking, not even turning around to make sure she would follow. "It's your fault we're in this tight situation. Now I'm going to show you one of the ways you can fix your mistake."

Figuring it would be better to swallow her pride and at least try to correct her screw up, Meiko followed Big Al out of the control room and down to the generator. It was warmer down there than where they had come from, but Meiko didn't take off her coat even as Big Al did. She kept her arms crossed over her chest, eyes boring holes into the back of her superior's head.

Instead of reprimanding her further, as she expected him to, Big Al showed Meiko where the emergency generator for weapons was and how to activate it. "This will give Hio more resources for taking down anyone who's after us. However, these guns are not as powerful as the main source, so next time, make sure that's working before takeoff."

Meiko didn't respond. She only kept her arms tight across her chest. As if we both don't know you're going to talk to Mikuo to make sure there is no next time.

"Do you understand, Sakine?"

Trying not to growl, Meiko replied, "Yes, sir."

Before more could be said, the craft jerked again. This time Big Al and Meiko were both thrown to the ground. Meiko's head collided with one of the pipes, and she felt the vibration from her skull to her jaw down her chest. Ringing echoed in her ears for only a moment. She tasted blood where her teeth slammed down on her unsuspecting tongue.

Big Al pushed himself to his feet and simply ordered, "We need to get back now."

Then he did something strange. Leaning forward, Big Al offered his hand to help Meiko up.

Insulted, Meiko ignored his hand as she pushed herself to her feet. She wobbled for a moment, quickly pulling away from Big Al when he again reached out to wrap his hand around her arm. Although she wouldn't admit it, she was grateful Big Al waited till she regained her footing before he began stalking back to where the others were.

"Situation?" he barked as he and Meiko stepped inside.

Before anyone could answer, another shot from the attacking ship fired. Rei jerked the craft out of the way, but he didn't act fast enough. The side was hit, and fire and smoke began to rise.

"This is bad," Rei muttered, saying what was undoubtedly on everyone's mind.

Big Al opened his mouth to speak, but then he froze. Meiko looked in the direction his eyes were trained, and she froze too. She felt everyone else follow their example.

A missile whizzed past them, not coming close enough to touch the already damaged craft. Not that it mattered. Their craft wasn't the target.

Feeling to be trapped in slow motion, Meiko watched the missile hit the other legion, sending the main engine into a fiery explosion.

"We've been hit! WE'VE BEEN HIT!" cried the voice from Rinto's headset, which Meiko heard despite being over six feet away from Rinto. Then there was static. Then nothing.

They all watched the other hovercraft fall from the sky like a dead bird. Although they had already flown past the crash site by the time the other craft hit the ground, everyone still heard and felt the boom of their fellow comrades meeting the earth. It wasn't until Rei, the first to recover, yanked their craft out of the path of another oncoming missile, saving them by the skin of their teeth.

Everyone got to work. Big Al returned to his station and ordered Rinto to try hailing the other Fighter craft again. He continued letting Rei, whose reflexes were better than the older man's, pilot the craft. Hio shot at the enemy craft, but it was too big for his energy beams to do much damage.

Meiko, all the while, had nothing to do. Her job was to monitor everything. Monitor things that didn't seem to need it. There was nothing for her to do save sit and watch while the men took all the action. Hers was the most pointless job one could be assigned.

Watching as Hio tried to shoot their target out of the sky, Meiko got an idea. Something of that size would react no differently to a human stepping on a small, round rock. However, no matter the size, all crafts relied on electricity to get from point A to point B.

With that thought, Meiko jumped to her feet and bolted out of the control room, ignoring Big Al's shouting questions such as what the hell was she thinking.

If there was one thing Meiko did perfectly every time without fail, it was keep weapons hidden on her person. Daggers were strapped to her biceps and thighs, small knives were tucked into her sleeves just above the wrist, and there was even a switchblade hidden between her breasts. She could reach all of them and stab her unknowing opponent in a matter of seconds. Yet what she needed wasn't a blade. What she needed was an electro orb, which was conveniently tucked inside her inner coat pocket.

One other thing Meiko did right was check the weapons on board long before liftoff. Even though she had no plans to use any of them, since this mission did not require her to fight or defend herself or anything similar, she wanted to know where they were just in case. This was that just in case, and it took Meiko only a minute to retrieve the bazooka. Along with it she picked up and slung on a backpack. She didn't need it, but she wasn't dumb enough to break all the rules.

Feet planted firmly onto the floor, Meiko pushed the button to open the hovercraft. The large ramp began to descend while they still flew through the air, an enemy craft not far behind. The incoming wind whipped through Meiko's hair and coat, and she had to squint from the bitter cold air rushing into the craft and biting her skin and piercing her eyes.

With the door now open, Meiko got a clear view of the war craft right behind them. She saw the missiles launched their way. When another was fired and Rei swerved to avoid it, Meiko stumbled and desperately tried to regain her footing. Swearing, Meiko used her free hand to reach out and steady herself against the wall. She needed to act fast so she could close the door again without falling out of the hovercraft like an idiot.

Meiko slid the electro orb into the bazooka and aimed. It was as she was about to fire someone grabbed her shoulder and threw her onto the ground.

"What do you think you're doing, Sakine?!" Big Al roared as he stood over her. "You abandoned your station in a time of crisis! Do you have any idea what's in store for cowards who run away when their team is in danger?"

"I'm not running away!" Meiko argued as she pushed herself onto her knees. "I was going to take out the enemy craft until someone interrupted me."

"An electro orb is not going to work against something as big as that," Big Al sneered, and Meiko wondered how he knew she had an electro orb on her. "That thing is bound to have at least three generators; even if you kill the main power and two generators, odds are the thing will still be up, running, and coming at us with an even more aggressive approach now that you showed them what you can do. Firing that would only make things worse for us, not help us."

"You wouldn't be saying that if it was Rei or Hio here."

"Precisely, because neither of them would be as stupid as you to try to act on their own."

A retort was on Meiko's tongue, but it was lost when the enemy craft fired again and Rei swerved to avoid it. However, he didn't swerve enough, and the missile clipped the side of their craft. The force was enough to send the whole thing sideways as it violently jerked up and down from the blast.

There was no hope for Meiko to regain her footing as second time, and Big Al was even less balanced than she. Both were thrown into the air. Big Al flew out of the opening of the craft first, and Meiko, try as she might to hold on to the smooth floor, slid out to follow.

With no time to think, Meiko activated her parachute, grateful she decided to don a backpack after all. She was jerked yet again as it expanded and dramatically slowed her descent, but the journey downwards was otherwise smooth. An ache forming in her chest, Meiko watched as her craft flew away, the enemy craft not far behind.

[thomasxlune]

Get to know THOMAS LUNE who’s TWENTY-TWO years old and a SENIOR in college majoring in HISTORY. He is from CORONA and is often times mistaken for CHANCE PERDOMO while others say he reminds them of TOM from STAR VS. THE FORCES OF EVIL.

Headcanons 

Tom definitely has a soft spot for his friends. He’s very protective of them and he feels lost without them.

He loses a lot of confidence when he’s not angry and not around his friends. Like he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to be doing. He has some secret insecurities that he’d rather not share with others.

While Tom isn’t unhappy with his life, he goes back and forth with the attention he gets from it at times. Sometimes he likes to pull the ‘don’t you know who i am?’ card, but other times, he’d just like to be out and about and not have to worry about any of it. 

The only issue with all the new people coming to Corona is he’s not a fan of how claustrophobic some places have gotten. 

Tom knows he’s into some weird things, and he’s okay with that. From his taste in music to fashion to movies. Some might call it intense or creepy--he’s pretty sure he’s heard the term Satanic once--Tom still likes what he likes.

Growing up in a wealthy, powerful family, Tom went to a lot of formal events and cotillions. So, he’s gotten to be a pretty good dancer over the years. 

He does a lot for his friends. He feels like the money he does have should be used to have fun with them and also to do things for them.

He went through a rebellious stage--some might say he’s still going through it at times-- though, when he was younger, he would set things on fire at times, just to watch them burn. He’s gotten over this for the most part, but he does still think fire is an interesting element.

He’s still not perfect, and he knows he’s far from it, but Tom is working hard to become a better version of himself.

He has a few bad habits like smoking and occasionally drinking. Just little things that help him calm his nerves. He’s trying to get better about it, but there are still some things that get him to that point. 

He’s close with his parents. More his mother. In his mind it’s not because she’s his biological parent, just that she gets him more. But he does wonder sometimes if that’s why she does.

Tom can be prone to jealousy, though again, its something he’s trying to work on. That’s not as easily fixed as his anger though. And his jealousy can often spark up his temper.

He can come across as childish at times, especially when he doesn’t get his way. 

Tom is studying history in order to be a better royal. He hopes to one day be what his parents expect of him. 

One of the things he’s most interested in studying is religion; he thinks it’s interesting to see all the different things people believe in. 

Fun Facts

Tom has a therapy rabbit to help him control his anger. His name is Marshmallow and Tom loves him very much.

Tom has a motorcycle that he did get to spite his dad for saying it was dangerous, which is clear because he’s not the best at riding it. 

Tom spends a lot of his free-time playing video games and ping-pong. He can get pretty competitive at times and may even be considered a sore loser.

Tom has lots of piercings. Both his ears are pierced, he has second holes on his lobes, a cartilage piercing on his right ear and an industrial on his left. His right eyebrow is pierced, he has a septum piercing that he probably wears the least. And we’re gonna just be honest his nipples are also pierced (he usually just wears a bar)

He loves boy bands, but he doesn’t let most people know that. 

Powers

Tom loves having fire powers but he’s not great at keeping them secret, mostly because they’re heavily tied to his emotions.

He’s trying to get better at controlling them, but that comes along with controlling his anger, which has been a struggle for years.

He does like to burn things for fun though. He is, at his core, kinda a pyromaniac. Always has been and this is--forgive my pun-- just fuel to that fire.

Tattoos

Tom has a lot of tattoos, some given to him by friends, some given by himself, and some he got professionally done.

Devil horns on his left wrist given to him by Star.

Stick and pokes scatter up his right arm: 1 2 3 4

Half sleeve on his left forearm

A tattoo on his ribcage

A tattoo he got on his shoulder while dating Star

On his left thigh

First stick and poke he gave himself on his ankle 

Behind his right elbow going almost all the way up his upper arm

On his left calf

on his chest over his heart

Connections

Star Butterfly - One of the most serious relationships he’s ever had. They broke up because of his anger issues and Tom struggles almost all the time because of it. He’s never been great with his feelings, but he did love Star and a huge part of him still does but he won’t tell her he still has feelings for her--like true deep emotional romantic feelings--because he worries that he’s still too temperamental and that he isn’t better than he was.

Marco Diaz - A close friend of his. Well, sort of friend. Tom thinks their friends. Sure he teases Marco and is maybe not always the nicest to him, but they have a lot in common and he does really enjoy hanging out with him.

Barrel Bordes - He knows the guy and has gotten into a fight with him on at least one occasion. He knows he messes around with Star and Tom just can’t control his anger and jealousy since he feels like Barrel is a worse version of the same type of asshole that he is.

Mabel Pines - One of Star’s friends that quickly became one of his friends. She’s wild and fun to be around. She’s one of the only people who has put glitter on him and he can’t be mad at her for it. The flower stick and poke he has on his arm is in honor of her. Also he playfully flirts with her at times. 

Jackie Lynn Thomas - One of the coolest people he’s ever met. He’s almost jealous of how cool she is but he would never admit that. She’s the kind of laid back that he wish he was. 

Pacifica Northwest - An ex of his that he got together with as a rebound after Star. He was definitely the asshole in that relationship and was just using her to move on and really didn’t care about her feelings in it all. 

Wanted Connections

Friends - Even though he won’t admit it, Tom is always in the market for some friends. They can be acquaintance like friends or best friends, it doesn’t matter. Just people who are patient enough to put up with his bullshit.

Flings/Hookups - Tom is very open to open relationships. He can like a lot of people at the same time and does enjoy either one time things or casual fwb situations. 

Exes - Tom is notoriously an asshole at times so it’s likely that he has a fair share of exes where things have not gone so smoothly.

Romance - someone who has a crush on him, or someone he has a crush on that goes deeper than physical attraction. He gets a little weird when he knows he has emotional feelings for someone and he’s trying to be better at that, so if you’re in the market for an awkward angry pyromaniac, do I have the boy for you.

Enemies - Okay so enemies might be a strong word, but people he doesn’t like. Tom has a long list of people that piss him off and perhaps this person is just one of them or, like Barrel, they’ve done something that grinds his gears at a more personal level.

And anything else - If there’s something not listed here that you think Tom would work for with your muse please let me know! I am open to almost any idea out there.

[shibereshu]

Caramel macchiato (Part 1)

A few days ago I had a dream and woke up super inspired, so this is the result. There will be a second part soon enough! so look forward to it if you want to know how your date with E-tion went after this~

As always, our ask is open! send in any requests you have. Have a nice day !!

-flashback: the day before-

It was just a regular Thursday. As usual, you and your two best friends ate together after class.

"Ooh no... Chicken and fries again? I'm going crazy" one of your best friends, Soohyun, had been in a bad mood since the day before, and didn't stop complaining about everything.

"There's also soup or a salad buffet, do you want to go there?"

Your friend looked at you and made a dramatic gesture.

"(Y/N)!! Are you trying to kill me of starvation?!? No wayy"

You couldn't help but laugh, your friend had always been a good actress, and the way she behaved when she was mad about something was actually really funny to see.

Once you finally sat with your dishes full of food, you asked her what was going on, to which she replied:

"Ugh... It's... a boy"

Your other best friend, Naeun, rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Hey Soohyun, when are you going to stop flirting with every boy you bump into... No wonder you always end up heartbroken"

Soohyun nudged her and replied raising her hands aloft.

"Hey don't laugh at me. I know I said it wouldn't happen again, but this one was such a cutiee !!"

Naeun and you looked at each other and shaked your heads. Soohyun was always like this, she would see a cute boy on the tram, at the streets, in a shop... And would immediately declare that she was in love. She was really outgoing and blunt, so she always intruduced herself to the boys and flirted with them shamelessly. It was cringe-worthy and almost painful to watch, but since you two were her best friends, you always tried to cheer her up whenever the boy would reject her, just like the boy in question.

"Okay so... Who is it this time?"

"It's... The cutie from the coffee shop near the tram station"

The face of the handsome barista flashed before your eyes for a second

"Lee Changyoon?!?"

"Wait (y/n)... Do you know him?"

You hadn't even noticed that you'd pronounced his name out loud.

"Well... Yes... But no... Not really! I just... He's a friend of my brother and I go to the Cafe pretty often so I guess we just see each other from time to time..."

You tried to say that as if it wasn't a big deal, but the truth was that he was one of the closest friends of your brother, and you knew him pretty well, since he had been going to your house since they both were toddlers.

"Anyway... Since I have talked with him before, if I see him again I will kick his ass for hurting the heart of my best friend"

Naeun laughed out loud and Soohyun mimicked drying fake tears with her napkin.

"Ooh, fearless (y/n)... How wonderful you are... To show my gratitude, please do not hesitate and take one of my golden salty fries as a reward"

Between laughter and chitchat, you continued eating your meal after that.

-the day after-

After a long day of classes and appointments, you decided to go out and have a warm drink before going to the photography exhibition that you wanted to attend at night.

Of course, you ended up in the same Café as always, where Changyoon worked at. Before going inside, you peeked through the window and saw that he was busy cleaning one of the tables next to the opposite windows, so there you went.

With big steps, you crossed the room and sat down right in front of him, who opened his eyes in surprise but quickly recovered and smiled at you.

"Hey (y/n)! Wha-"

"Are you crazy? What did you do to my friend Soohyun? Do you want to fight??"

"Wait wait wait, are you really mad at me? Who is Soohyun?"

You sighed but let out a small grin.

"Did I scare you? Ohhh"

Changyoon threw the cloth he was using to clean on the table and looked at the ceiling

"Aahh (y/n)!! I thought you were going to kill me!! You really are getting better at acting everyday... Are you practising or what?"

"I guess I am learning from my best friend Soohyun who, guess what, is that amazing and pretty girl you rejected two days ago"

"Wait what... Are you really friends with her? She was scary"

"What do you mean scary ?!? She's just really... Blunt. But she's a sunshine okay?! Don't say anything bad about my friends ever again"

"Sorry sorry, you're right, she must be really nice if she has to deal with you..., it's just that I don't know her at all... Besides, she was not my type. But tell her I'm sorry"

"Hey what do you mean deal with me? You as-"

You threw your fists at him jockingly but he dodged them and walked away with his cloth.

"I'll bring you the usual?"

"Sure! And I hope it's perfectly prepared"

You saw him preparing your favourite Macchiato from afar and daydreamed a bit. Your friend was right... He was really really cute, and you would be lying if you said that you didn't have a big fat crush on him. But you knew many girls also thought that way so... did you have any opportunity at all? Although it was true that you both had good chemistry... But, didn't he consider you kind of his younger sister?

Humming the song you couldn't stop listening to those days, you stopped looking at the boy and instead opened your bag and took out your laptop and stationery to get some work done.

For the next hour, you wrote your essays and finished your reports while occasionally peeping at Changyoon. When you finally finished your tasks, you stretched your arms up and smiled, feeling like you'd accomplished a lot that day. It was nice knowing you wouldn't have to stress at all that weekend, since you had already done everything that day.

Still smiling and feeling cheerful and free, you approached the counter to give back the dirty cup and pay for your drink. Changyoon and his colleague, Minkyun, were tidying up the space a bit and chatting. There were not many customers left, and nobody was waiting to order, so you handed them the cup and took your wallet out of you bag.

"Oh hi (y/n)" Changyoon let his head rest on his hand, keeping his elbows on the dessert cabinet on the counter and looking at you in the eye, "hey, Minkyun, write down a Caramel Macchiato"

"Here you go" you handed him the cash and he gave it to Minkyun, who was the one in charge of that.

“Was it up to your expectations?”

“Yes, thank you. Although a bit less sugar would have made it even more perfect”

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind”

He smiled at you and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You decided that lingering around for a bit wouldn’t harm anyone.

“When does your shift end?”

“Hmmm... We are supposed to finish in twenty minutes or so...”

Minkyun, who was still by his side and heard you talking about that, corrected him.

“Actually, we have to do the cleaning after that, so it will be thirty minutes”

“Yeah ugh... okay maybe forty because we also have to tidy everything up”

“Ohh I see... you guys really work hard”

Changyoon smirked and used the opportunity to mention his favourite motto, which he had also tattooed on himself.

“Yes!! Work Hard Play Hard! But (y/n), what are you going to do now? do you have plans for today?”

You let your head fall on your shoulder and sighed.

“I don’t know... I am going to a photograhy exhibition at 10 but I still have two hours left and nothing to do until then... What should I do?”

Minkyun looked at you with pity and tried to come up with something.

“Hmmm... I don’t know... Yoon, any idea?”

“Well... if you don��t mind waiting for another forty minutes I will take you somewhere special”

You tried to restrain yourself from jumping and kept a stratight face, but you couldn’t avoid your cheeks turning red.

“Ehm... okay... yeah... I guess I have nothing better to do”

His face lit up and he told Minkyun to give you a glass of water so you had something to drink.

After twenty minutes, which went away really fast, Minkyun told both of you to go already and said he would tidy up alone.

“It’s not even that dirty, today was a quiet day so there’s not much to do. Don’t worry abut it and go”

“Thanks MK, I owe you one”

You said goodbye and Changyoon followed you out of the shop. The tinkling of the bell as you opened the door matched the tickles that you were feeling all over your body. You were having a date with your crush... was this a dream come true?

[sher-soc-the-famder]

Been thinking about a platonic LAMP soulmates AU lately, the type where when you meet a possible soulmate a mark appears that represents your relationship with them. The larger and more colorful the mark, the more important and impactful on your life they are. Soulmates can be platonic or romantic, but most people assume or hope for a romantic soulmate.

I just can’t decide if I want it to be a multichaptered fic, a long oneshot, or a shorter oneshot. But like!! (also help what is consistent tense)

Logan and Roman have known each other since elementary school. Roman’s first memory of Logan is being told that his drawing of a dog with wings was wrong “‘cause dogs don’t have wings.” Logan’s first memory of Roman is Roman picking up the nearest handful of play-doh and rubbing it into his hair in revenge

To say they had a rough start would be an understatement

The next couple of years they butted heads over every little thing, turned anything they did into a competition, and over all trying to prove to the other that they were the best. Roman excelled in the arts and sports. Logan completely crushed him when it came to academics

They didn’t truly click until the start of middle school. Roman got into a fight with some bullies because he was going to beat Logan fairly how dare you!! Logan found Roman reading The Odyssey and ended up in a friendly (if heated) discussion on the different forms of epic poetry

Nobody quite understood their friendship, seeing as it was composed of insults, competitions, and banter, but it worked for them.

“Gorgon” “Hellion, and you need to carry the x here, yes just like that” “Wait what were we on?” “I” “Imbecile?” “Juvenile”

Logan helped Roman with his homework without making Roman feel like an idiot or less for not understanding it. Roman helped Logan understand people and more often than not ended up at the principal's office fighting off Logan’s bullies.

(The bullies stopped by high school, but Roman still bristled at any perceived slight against his best friend)

Because best friends they became. If you wanted to find Logan, you looked from Roman and vice versa. Attached at the hips. Logan and Roman became Logan-and-Roman. You couldn’t get one without the other. Every sports game had a nerd reading in the back and every debate event had a theatre kid scrolling through his phone in the corner

So it was no surprise to anyone when the Marks appeared their freshman years, startlingly bright, covering Logan’s entire left arm and Roman’s right

A bright rainbow dragon curled around Logan’s arm, almost neon in its coloring. A bright golden crown adorned his shoulder, the dragon’s tail wrapping around it and leading down to the head that rested on the back of Logan’s hand, mouth opening up into bright red flames that wrapped around Logan's palm

Roman's arm portrayed a pouncing sphynx in brilliant blues and golds, reaching up towards an aurora against the night sky of dark purple and deep greens, the tail curling around his wrist and wings stretching wide and around his biceps until they met at the very tips

What no one expected was for Logan to start stubbornly wearing long sleeves, or Roman to start doodling on his other arm as if he could pretend that his new Mark could be disguised as simple art done in boredom

“I simply don’t see the point of society putting an emphasis on something that makes no sense. How is my body supposed to know if someone is going to be important to me in the future? How does the color pigment appear? And don’t get me started on the placements and the images, the emphasis on symbolism is simply absurd-”

“It’s restrictive!! So what if I have a Mark now?! It doesn’t change my relationship with Specs in the slightest! Not to mention the expectations over the years and the paperwork and all of the work work work work work. I don’t need a stupid tattoo to tell me who my best friend is!! I know it just fine by myself! None of the other gays will even look at me now it’s a CRIME-”

"And it doesn't match your aesthetic-" "IT DOESN'T MATCH MY LOOK IN THE SLIGHTEST!"

Roman gets Logan fingerless gloves for christmas. Logan gets Roman a bulk sized pack of color pens

They often get asked if they’re dating, to which the answer is no. One kids accused them of fucking and Logan couldn’t help but “Roman I would have put my book down if you had told me!” but the questions never seem to stop

Roman’s absolutely sick of it. Logan would please like to return to studying in peace.

AND THEN THERE’S MOXIETY

Patton and Virgil have known each other forever; Patton can’t remember a time that he didn’t know Virgil and adored him and followed him around like a lost puppy (or so he’s been told!) All Virgil remembers is a kind boy with a toothy grin offering to share the sandbox with him

Stuff of legends clearly

Patton was considered nice but weird in elementary school but it was alright!! He had a best friend already!! Virgil may have been quiet but he was super nice!! They colored together and Virgil made the coolest things!

Virgil had a friend. That meant he didn’t have to try to approach any of the other kids. Patton already did that for them. And yeah, they thought the two of them were a little weird but at least they didn’t pick on either of them

Patton followed Virgil and Virgil followed Patton. They had a couple of people they could spend time with but no one that they’d really classify as friends other than each other.

To be fair, no one else seemed to be able to read their moods like each other, or put up with Patton’s excited squeals, or Virgil’s constant need for reassurance, or the contrast of Patton being too excited and Virgil not caring in the slightest so long as Patton was happy

Patton was content with watching Virgil draw and pet dogs with his free time. Virgil made sure that he took care of himself! And Patton made sure Virgil smiled every once and awhile! It was nice!

Even if Virgil never quite believed him when Patton said that he wasn’t going anywhere! He wasn’t! Virgil was his best friend! Even when everyone else was talking about love and stuff!

Patton loved people! He just.. didn’t get what they meant about butterflies in his stomach or wanting to kiss someone! Well, he kissed Virgil on the forehead but Patton had a feeling that wasn’t what they were talking about. Virgil didn’t ask him about crushes or love or things like that, it made Patton feel warm and fuzzy inside

So the Marks were just like!! Making things official! Patton loved the way that it made Virgil relax, just a little bit, even if people started asking if they were dating

Patton talked his Gram-gram into getting an entire wardrobe of various backless shirts so that he could show off his Mark. The wolf that curled around a moon on the center of his back was awesome! Different shades of purple and silvers that practically glowed and Patton wanted everyone to see it

Virgil kept the blue panther that curled around his heart, front paws crossed over it like it wanted to protect him, close and private. The gradient of sky blue to black comforted him on bad days and the tail that swung around his waist felt like an eternal hug.The perfect reminder that Patton was never going to leave him.

At least when they moved to a new town and a new high school Patton and Virgil got to stick together, even if the new surge of questions about their relationship got annoying. Not that it would stop Patton from flopping into Virgil’s lap every chance he got.

Cuddles were the best!!

Patton meets Roman after school waiting for Virgil to finish talking to a teach about joining the art club and the two hit it off almost immediately

Logan runs into Virgil at the library, the later having accidentally taken Logan’s usual spot to study and the two end up sharing the space in comfortable silence

Roman bursting into Logan’s room asking for gloves to borrow to cover the new Mark on his left arm meant that Roman caught Logan looking for a turtleneck to cover the mark along his back and neck

Meanwhile Patton finds himself with the task of trying to talk the two around to the idea that having some Marks wasn’t a bad thing, or at least to help him convince Virgil that it didn’t mean they hated the anxious young man

At least High School wouldn’t be boring anymore?

And IDK that’s what I’ve got so far :p