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TO LOVE AND BE LOVED - Part Three (Harry Styles)

a/n: part 3 wohoo! thank you so much for all the love you’ve been showing the series, it keeps me going and writing more and more! originally i thought it would turn out to be about three parts, but it has outgrown that limit so i added two more parts to the masterpost, that’s for sure is gonna happen but i might even add more?! not sure, im still in the writing process so i can’t tell how long it’s going to turn out to be, but this just means even more content for you guys!

as always, feedback is very much appreciated, please make sure to share your thoughts and comments on the part, it’s such a huge boost for writers to read what you thought!!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce

word count: 11.4k

SERIES MASTERPOST masterlist

When you were working at the daycare you couldn’t focus on photography as much as you would have liked to. You often had to stay in for extra hours, wait until the last kid was picked up and then do paperwork, or change the decoration in your room or whatever Clair asked you to do that day. By the time you got home you just wanted to take a bath and fall into bed. You also had to travel 40 minutes to work which took away a lot of time from your day.

Working for Harry helped you immensely with focusing more on your passion. Even on his worse days he got home by six and since your workplace is your home, you don’t even have to drive forty minutes to enjoy the comfort of your home, you just walk up the stairs to your room and that’s it.

In addition, taking care of Izzy, you still have the chance to work on some editing or snap new pictures. You have time off when she has her classes and when you put her down for her nap. The best thing is that Izzy is quite interested in photography, she gets very interested whenever she sees you bring out one of your cameras and she always lets you take pictures of her, posing and goofing around. The folder on your computer that has her name is growing each day with more and more sweet photos of the little girl that has completely stolen your heart. You’ve been regularly getting your favorites shots of her printed and you always leave them on Harry’s desk so when he gets home he sees them and they make him forget about whatever happened at work that day.

You are getting more and more emails about possible sessions and slowly but surely, your weekends start to fill up with weddings, birthday parties and engagement photoshoots. It seems like you have definitely made the right choice when you took this job. No doubts.

“Can I ask a question, daddy?” Izzy is poking the peas around on her plate as the four of you sit at the dining table at dinner. Ruth has joined you today, because Harry had to make a quick trip to his office in the afternoon and you were out shopping with Trevor today.

“Sure, baby,” Harry hums nodding.

“Why don’t you eat meat?” she asks seriously, eyeing her own plate that has some chicken on it, while Harry’s is only stacked with veggies and potatoes.

“Because I decided that I won’t want to.”

“Can I decide that too?”

“You’re a little too young for that, baby. You need the meat to grow big. When you’re older you can think about what kind of things you want to and don’t want to eat.”

“Okay,” she nods without throwing a tantrum about her dad telling her no. You know quite a few kids who would have flipped over it, but not Izzy. Harry might not even realize how good of a job he is doing raising her and teaching her how to be a good human.

“I have another question,” she announces, glancing up at Harry.

“Go ahead.”

“If you don’t eat meat, does that make you an herbivore?”

You can’t push down a chuckle, you were not expecting this. Your eyes meet Ruth’s over the table, she is enjoying this conversation just as much as you do. It’s cute how Izzy put two and two together and made a seemingly logical conclusion.

“We learned about herbivore dinosaurs this week,” you inform Harry, who is a little lost about why his daughter just called him an herbivore. Also, you’re quite impressed that she remembered the word, though she struggled with it at first, but it seems like it finally stuck.

Harry shakes his head chuckling as he sets his fork down, looking over at Izzy.

“In a way I should be called an herbivore, but that’s not what you call people who don’t eat meat. I’m a vegetarian.”

“Oh, okay,” she nods, wrapping up the information in her head as she keeps eating.

You and Ruth clean up after dinner while Harry gives Izzy a bath, a little earlier than usually, because she spilled apple juice on herself, so he decided to just go straight for the bath instead of changing once more before bedtime.

“Will you be fine with putting these away, Darling?” Ruth asks as you’re drying the last few dishes.

“Sure! I’ll take care of it,” you smile back at her as she nods and heads into the living room.

Harry emerges from upstairs with a freshly cleaned Izzy on his arms. As soon as her little feet touch the floor she bolts over to join Ruth in front of the TV while Harry walks into the kitchen just as you put the last dish away.

“Hey, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” he starts and suddenly, you feel your stomach drop, especially because his face seems very serious.

“Oh God, what did I do?” you ask, feeling yourself panicking already.

“Nothing! It’s not like that!” he chuckles softly, realizing you kind of misunderstood the situation.

“Okay, good. Sorry, you just looked so serious.”

“Sorry, I was just… thinking. So two friends of mine that I work together with also are getting married soon. They had a photographer booked already, but the guy cancelled on them and, um, I hope you don’t mind, but I recommended you to them.”

“Really?” you ask in complete surprise.

“Yeah. Actually, they saw a picture of Izzy that you took in my office and we started talking about how you do photoshoots in your free time and then I told them to ask if you’d be up to do their wedding as well.”

“Wow, that’s really nice of you, Harry. Thank you!”

“I gave them your number, they’ll probably call you sometime next week or so.”

“Great!” you beam, excited about the new event you can work at. “I hope they’ll want to work with me.”

“I kind of hyped you up for them and they seemed very pleased with the pictures I showed them, so I’m sure they will want to,” Harry chuckles softly, even blushing a little. It always amazes you how a tall, muscular guy with so many tattoos can be such a soft, caring and loving person. It always reminds you not to judge the book by its cover.

“Thank you, Harry. This means a lot to me.” Reaching over you place your hand on his arm and give it a gentle squeeze before moving past him to join Ruth and Izzy in the living room.

Harry was right about Sarah and Mitch being all excited to get in contact with you, because they don’t even wait for the next week to reach out. Sunday afternoon you are working on some more editing at the dining table while Harry and Izzy are painting on the other end of the table, busy with their masterpieces when your phone starts ringing, an unknown number shown on the screen.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you answer it, leaning back in your seat.

“Y/N, hi! My name is Sarah Jones, I hope I’m not calling at a bad time, Harry gave me your number this week.”

“Oh! Sarah, yeah! So nice to talk to you!” you beam and Harry’s eyes snap up to you at the mentioning of the familiar name. “Harry mentioned you’d reach out and don’t worry, I’m happy to chat.”

“That’s great. I wanted to wait until Monday, but truth is that we are kind of in a short of time and I was afraid you’d be already busy for our date, so I wanted to call you as soon as possible.”

“No worries.”

“So first and foremost, I’m gonna ask if you have anything planned on the last weekend of May. I know it’s just in a few weeks, but I really hope we can work it out.”

“Let me pull up my calendar,” you tell her as you open up the app on your computer that you use to keep track with your sessions and events. Finding the weekend in question in it, you smile at the empty space. “Good news, seems like I’m free that weekend.”

“Oh thank God!” she breathes out in relief and you let out a chuckle. “That’s so amazing. So then would it be possible to meet up sometime next week? You could show some more works of yours and we can discuss more details, how does that sound?”

“This week? Well I have to work—“ you start, but Harry cuts you off.

“Come into the office tomorrow morning.” “What?”

“Put her on speaker,” he smiles nodding towards your phone and you do as he asked, setting it to the table with Sarah on speaker. “Hey Sarah!”

“Harry, hi!”

“Aunt Sarah?” Izzy’s ears perk up, some pink paint on her cheeks that you have no idea how it got there, because her painting doesn’t even have any pink in it.

“Hi Izzy! So good to hear your voice!” she chuckles through the phone.

“Sarah, you’re gonna be at the studio Monday morning, right?” Harry asks and you can’t not notice how his voice changed the slightest bit as soon as he started talking about business.

“Yeah and Mitch is coming too,” she confirms.

“Okay then how about you come in tomorrow morning, Y/N?”

“But what about Izzy?”

“She can come too. I’ll look after her while you discuss the details, it’s no big deal. It’s been a while since the last time she came to work with me,” he smirks over at the little girl, who is already excited to spend some more time with her daddy at his workplace.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Absolutely,” he nods smiling.

“Thank you, well then I’m okay with tomorrow if it’s fine for you as well, Sarah.”

“That would be perfect! Thank you guys both, Mitch and I really appreciate it.”

“No worries,” Harry nods, going back to his painting. You take Sarah off the phone as you say your goodbye before ending the call.

You start Monday off with some extra excitement. Not just because you are about to get booked for another event, but also because it’s going to be the first time you see Harry at his workplace. He has been quite good at keeping his business separated from his private life, it never really happens that you catch him dwell about anything work related whenever he is home and around Izzy. The phone call with Sarah was like a tiny glimpse of what he might be like when he is in work mode and you’re kind of curious to see more of this side of him.

Just as usual, Harry takes care of Izzy in the morning while you get ready on your own. You want to look good, not only are you going to meet more of his friends, but people he works with. Or should you say, people who work for him.

You choose a light pink dress, throwing a white knitted sweater over your shoulders with a pair of ballerinas. After putting on some light makeup and grabbing your purse and laptop you head downstairs to grab a quick breakfast. Izzy is already sitting at the table, still in her pajamas since her and food are a dangerous combination and Harry always makes sure to get her dressed once she is away from all of that.

“You look so pretty, Y/N!” she beams, her legs dangling from the chair as she digs into her oatmeal. Harry appears from the kitchen and he has the same look on his face like when he saw you leave for that wedding a while ago. A blush paints his cheeks as he slows his steps down, his eyes running down on the length of your body before they return to your face.

“Izzy is right, you look… really pretty, Y/N,” he compliments into your face, unlike last time when you only heard him call you pretty when he thought you were long gone.

“Thank you,” you breathe out with a soft chuckle.

The morning carries on as usual, Harry dresses Izzy for the day and then you all head out, however you stop short upon seeing the various cars parked on the driveway and the double garage.

“Maybe take the Rover, it’s got the child seat in it and I’ll take the Jaguar today,” Harry suggests as he hands you over the keys to the Rover and then nears the car he is taking for the day.

“Oh yeah, you just take the Jaguar, boss,” you chuckle under your breath, finding it a little funny that deciding on which car you’re taking for the day is even a question in someone else’s life.

Izzy sings along the radio as you follow Harry’s car into the label’s building. Of course, it’s not just some simple office building, it’s situated in the riches area of the city and the building is massive with loads of floors and a huge HES Records sign above the entrance where you meet Harry after parking down.

“Good morning, Mr. Styles! Hello, Izzy!” the woman behind the front desk smiles widely immediately, standing up from her chair to hand Harry a stack of envelopes. “Your post, sir.”

“Thank you, Veronica. Have a nice day,” Harry nods in her way as the three of you move through the hall to the elevators. Waiting for it to arrive, you glance at the board on the wall that lists everything you can find in the building and the level you should look for it at. There are endless amount of studios, at least three on each levels, offices, creative rooms and conference rooms. It’s pretty clear that HES Records manages a lot of talents and that requires a lot of space.

Arriving to the twentieth floor, which is of course the top of the building, you are in awe as you realize that the whole floor is basically Harry’s office. There’s a kind of hall area for his two assistants, he has his own conference room, his kitchen and dining area and of course, his office space. The whole place screams power and influence. The modern design of the interior makes it such a fancy work space not just for him, but for everyone else in the building. It’s truly impressive.

“Wow, Harry. This place is… amazing,” you breathe out as he walks the two of you into the conference room where Izzy immediately climbs up to one of the chairs, standing up so she can lean onto the table. Harry walks behind her and adjusts her so she just sits before she could fall off.

“Thank you. I really like this place too. I always thought it’s important to have a great place to work at,” he smiles, clearly proud of how far his business has come. “There’s a mini fridge over there, feel free to take anything you’d like. Sarah texted me on the way here that they’ll be here shortly.”

“Great, thank you,” you nod, taking a seat next to Izzy as you set your laptop up. The glass door of the room opens and one of the assistants peeks inside.

“Mr. Styles, Mrs. Wonstein is on the phone asking for you.”

“Oh, alright, give me a minute and I’ll take it.” The assistant nods and walks out. “Izzy, come with daddy a little, alright? Let Y/N do her thing.” “She can stay, if you want. I can look after her,” you tell him, but he shakes his head as Izzy climbs off the chair and running over to him, she takes his hand.

“No, just focus on this one. I’ll take care of her, don’t worry.”

“Thank you, Harry,” you smile with gratitude as the two of them walk out, leaving you alone. You start scrolling through your folders, wondering which photos you should show Sarah and Mitch, picking out some of your favorites while you wait for them, though they don’t take too long to arrive. Soon enough the glass door opens and the lovely couple walks in.

“Y/N! Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Sarah greets you, wrapping you in a warm hug before stepping aside.

“Hi, I’m Mitch, nice to meet you,” the groom-to-be smiles shyly as he pulls you in for a short hug as well.

“Good to meet you guys too,” you smile back at them as you all sit to the table.

“Thank you so much for meeting us in such a short notice. Our photographer bailed out on us and I was starting to really worry when Harry mentioned that you are doing this kind of stuff in your free time,” Sarah explains.

“No worries. Would you like to go over some of my previous works?” you offer and they both nod in excitement before you start clicking through some old projects.

They share their vision for the whole wedding and the kind of pictures they would like and you like their approach and feel like it’s right up your alley. They both seem to like what you show them and Sarah compliments on how well you are able to catch small, but important moments.

“The wedding won’t be too big, just friends and family, but we do want a lot of memories, it means a lot to us,” Sarah explains and you nod, noting everything she says.

“Harry said you like this oldschool kind of vibe in your pictures,” Mitch chimes in.

“Oh, yeah. I like to make them look like they weren’t taken on a digital sometimes.”

“Do you think you can make some of those for us as well? Not all of them, just a couple,” Sarah asks.

“Sure! It’s more about the editing process, but it’s totally doable.”

You go over a few more things, making sure you’re on the same page, but you feel like things are working out perfectly. Though you guessed they would be great people, it’s still nice to work with such a nice and professional couple. You’ve had some crazy ones before, they definitely don’t make the job easy on you, but it’s not the case right now.

“Okay, so are you sure the date is okay for you? We wouldn’t want you to cancel on anything you had before just because we are Harry’s friends,” Mitch assures you, but you give them a warm smile.

“I’m totally free, don’t worry. Harry doesn’t have that kind of advantage here,” you chuckle softly.

“Thank you so much in this case. You’re truly a lifesaver,” Sarah breathes out in relief.

“Thank you for the trust. I’m really looking forward to working with you guys!”

Finishing up the meeting you pack up, chatting a little out of the business talk with Sarah and Mitch as you head over to Harry’s office.

“Hey! How did it go?” Harry asks as soon as the three of you walk in. Izzy is sitting at his desk, like a little boss, coloring something as he is sitting on the corner of the desk.

“Amazing, we owe you one for suggesting her,” Sarah sighs and you can’t help but just chuckle at how thankful she really is that you could help them out.

“You owe me no more than just one dance at the wedding,” Harry smiles at her.

“Can I dance too?” Izzy’s head perks up.

“Oh baby, you’re not coming to the wedding. You’ll be staying with Grandma, I already told you.” Izzy pouts at her dad, but she doesn’t seem to mind it that much, she quickly goes back to coloring.

“We’ll dance some other time, okay?” Sarah offers her and she nods happily.

“Can I dance with Uncle Mitch too?” she questions and Mitch just smiles down at her.

“Of course,” he hums, curling an arm around Sarah’s waist. “I have a meeting in ten so I’ll head out, I’m gonna pick James up in the afternoon, alright?” He kisses Sarah’s temple before pulling Harry into a brotherly hug. “Y/N, it was so nice to meet you and thank you for everything again,” he smiles at you, enveloping you in a quick hug as well.

“See you soon,” you smile back before he waves his last goodbye and leaves. “Who’s James?” you ask curiously.

“James is our son. He is turning three this year,” Sarah beams proudly.

“Oh! You two already have a son, that’s great! I’ll make sure to snap a bunch of photos of him too,” you chuckle.

“Please, our house is already packed with pictures, but there’s just never enough,” Sarah laughs.

The three of you chat a little longer while Izzy is busy with her coloring, talking about the wedding and whatnot, Harry invites her and Mitch over for dinner sometime and she happily says yes before business is calling her so she heads out as well.

“Okay, come one, little Sunshine. Let’s get home, Rosaline will be over soon for your piano lesson,” you smile down at Izzy who throws all her coloring stuff into one of Harry’s drawers before hopping off the leather seat.

“I’ll see you in the afternoon, okay?” Harry leans down and kisses the top of her head before pressing his lips to her cheek as well.

“Bye daddy, have a good day!” she calls out, grabbing your hand as you head to the door, Harry following behind.

“Mr. Styles, you have a meeting in five with—“ one of the assistants speaks up, but Harry stops her.

“I know, tell him I’ll be down in a minute. And please call Isaac to remind him about his deadline tomorrow,” he asks in that voice again you heard yesterday when Sarah called. There’s just something so intimidating yet exciting in the way he bosses around, but not like an asshole. He is a man in power, but he surely knows how to use it for the good.

“I forgot to talk to you about the time Izzy is spending at my mum’s, please remind me to go over it with you tonight, alright?” Harry asks and you nod as the elevator’s door opens and the two of you walk in.

“Bye daddy!” Izzy waves at him.

“Bye baby, be good! Bye Y/N!” he smiles as the door starts to close.

“See you later,” you smile back before he disappears from your sight.

The meeting with Sarah and Mitch got you buzzing, because it’s gonna be such an intimate yet beautiful wedding and those are your favorite. You can’t wait to start snapping the pictures and make their memories last forever of their big day.

You want to say thank you to Harry for suggesting you to them, so while Izzy is with Rosaline, you make a quick round to the grocery store and get everything you need to make some cupcakes, knowing well Harry loves those. He once told you that he could easily eat a dozen of those if he had the chance, so you think it’s gonna be the perfect way to thank him.

You keep the usual schedule, but after your little learning session in the afternoon, instead of heading out to the backyard to play, you suggest you bake the cupcakes together and Izzy is more than happy to help you.

It doesn’t take long for the kitchen to turn into a warzone, ingredients spilled to the counter all over the place, some music is playing in the background and you’ve been struggling to figure out how to use the different machines around the super modern kitchen.

You go all out with the decorations, you even bought some food coloring so you can make the cupcakes different colors and mess around with the icing and cream as well. You get so busy with the task on hand that time flies by faster than you expected. The two of you are still working on the decorating when the front door opens and Harry walks into the mess you’ve created in the past hours.

“What is doing on here?” he chuckles, seeing Izzy’s hair covered in flour, whipped cream on her nose and cheeks as she is throwing some sprinkles on one of the cupcakes, sitting on the kitchen island counter while you are finishing up another one.

“Oh! I wanted it to be a surprise!” you pout. “Izzy and I are making you cupcakes!”

“Why do I deserve a surprise?” he asks smirking, walking farther into the kitchen as he looks around, finding the mess quite amusing, rather than annoying. Harry knows well enough that it’s not easy to keep the place around you clean when there are kids involved in any process.

“I wanted to thank you for suggesting me to Sarah and Mitch. It was really nice of you.”

“Already told you it was nothing. Of course I suggest them a good photographer if I know one.”

You just smile at him shrugging, because no matter how hard he is trying to play it down, it meant a lot to you.

“Look daddy!” Izzy holds up her cupcake, half of it is covered with sprinkles, the other half is decorated with chocolate chips and she is clearly proud of it.

“That looks great, baby!” he smiles proudly, kissing the top of her head. “You have so much stuff on you, you could easily turn into a cupcake too,” he jokes, making her laugh.

“Be a cupcake with me, daddy!” Izzy beams and before Harry could stop her, she wipes some whipped cream to his face, getting him dirty as well. You gasp before letting out a laugh, Izzy shrieks happily seeing her dad all dressed up fancily and licking the cream off his face.

“Isabelle Styles, you have no idea what you just brought on yourself,” he warns in a low tone, already making Izzy scoot backwards as she is trying to escape, but she doesn’t have anywhere to go, the kitchen island’s edge is right behind her butt. However, she doesn’t realize it and tries to push herself back some more, deeming herself to fall right off, but before anything could happen Harry scoops her into his arms, pressing his creamy face to her cheek, making an even bigger mess that’s already there. Izzy is moving around, laughing and screaming as Harry gets some more cream to his hands, wiping it onto her anywhere he can.

“Oh my God, you are wasting all the cream!” you call him out, but it’s such a sweet moment to witness, you would never blame him for wasting it.

Harry stops attacking Izzy and turns to you with a dark look in his eyes.

“Izzy, I think Y/N looks too clean, doesn’t she?” he cocks his head to the side, exchanging a look with the girl in his arms.

“She does!” Izzy agrees as you start backing away from them. Harry sets Izzy down to her feet, grabbing the bowl with the remaining of the cream. He gets a handful for himself and lets Izzy fill her palms as well.

“Oh no, don’t you dare!” you warn them, holding up your pointing finger at them, trying to escape, but you are kind of cornered against the counter.

“It’s my house, I do whatever I want to,” he smirks, so full of himself and in a blink of the eye, they both launch themselves at you and Hell breaks loose.

They start whipping cream on you anywhere they can and when it’s gone, Harry just decides to go for anything else he can reach. Izzy is throwing sprinkles around while thanks to Harry, flour is flying everywhere, completely destroying the kitchen.

“Stop! No! I surrender!” you scream, fighting back, but it’s two against one.

“No mercy!” Harry shouts, so excited, as if he just transformed into a little boy, throwing mud around.

You grab his wrists when he tries to pour sugar on top of your head straight from the contained, holding him back, but he is so much stronger than you, it’s kind of a lost fight already. You don’t even realize how close he is, your chests are almost touching as he has you pinned against the counter, faces only about two inches away from each other. His wrist slides out of your hold, but he drops the sugar to the counter next to you. You try to snatch it to use his own weapon against him, but he is quick to stop you, forcing your hand down next to your side, but in the process he managed to bring you even closer, flushed against his hard chest and your lips part at the sudden mood change that he must be feeling as well, because the playfulness disappears from his eyes pretty fast and it’s replaced by something entirely different, something you can’t even read, because you haven’t seen it in his eyes before. And then…

Then you see his eyes flicker down to your lips, just a moment before yours move down to his. It’s that moment. It’s that exact moment when you just know you both are thinking about kissing, but you don’t know if it’s going to happen or now. You’re not even sure you want it to happen.

You fucking moron, of course you want to kiss him! That tiny voice in the back of your mind screams at you. In a heartbeat, it seems like he is about to move closer, but then the moment is interrupted and completely destroyed when a woman walks into the house, scaring you to death.

“Wow, it seems like Izzy took over control completely,” she comments, walking further into the house as you jump away from Harry, suddenly very aware of the mess you’ve made.

“Gemma, what—“ Harry starts, but he is quickly cut off.

“Don’t ask what I’m doing here, I literally texted you today that I would come by and you said it’s okay.” She gives him a look before her eyes move over to you as you’re trying to somehow clean everything up, but it’ll take a little longer probably. “You must be Y/N, hi! I’m Gemma, Harry’s sister.”

She steps over to you holding out a hand and you reach for it, but then stop, seeing that your palms are all floury. You both let out a chuckle, deciding to just move over the handshake.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, though it would have been better if we met when I didn’t have whipped cream in my eyes,” you joke.

“Auntie Gemma, we made cupcakes, do you want one?” Izzy runs up to her, holding up a cupcake that was finished, unlike the majority that are going to have poor decorations, since Harry and Izzy decided to use everything in the fight. Now it’s the floor that’s covered with icing, cream and sprinkles.

“Maybe later, sweetie, but they look awesome!”

As you wipe your face with a kitchen towel, you can feel Harry’s gaze on you, your heart beating so fast in your chest, it’s pushing all the blood up into your head that’s already feeling dizzy. What would have happened if Gemma didn’t walk in? Would has he kissed you? Or did you misread the situation and it was nothing just part of the game?

You busy yourself with cleaning up as Harry cleans himself a little with a paper towel before stepping closer to his sister.

“I totally forgot you texted, I replied in the middle of a meeting, I think I didn’t process the message.”

“It’s fine,” Gemma sighs. “I’m already used to my little brother forgetting about me,” she teases him, but he just rolls his eyes at her.

“Let me just help Y/N clean up the kitchen and I’ll be right with you. Would you mind cleaning Izzy off?” Harry asks her, but you stop him short.

“Oh, I’ll take care of this, don’t worry,” you assure him, but as his eyes snap over at you, you lose your voice. He clearly felt the moment as well earlier and now it’s kind of getting awkward, you don’t really want to be left alone with him right now. Not until you figure out what this whole thing was.

“Are you sure? I mean I was the one who started it and—“

“It’s fine,” you try your best to smile at him without overheating. He is standing several feet away from you, but you can still feel what it felt like to be pushed up against him.

Harry hesitates, his eyes following your every move while you are trying to busy yourself and act normal, while you are literally crumbling inside. You almost kissed your boss in the middle of his kitchen, you need a moment to process that.

“Alright, let me know if you need help,” he murmurs before picking Izzy up and heading upstairs to clean them both, Gemma following them right behind. When they are out of your sight, you lean against the counter, breathing out heavily.

Meanwhile upstairs, Harry hands Izzy his phone to play some games while he cleans her and himself off in the bathroom. Gemma sits on the edge of the tub, eyeing her brother curiously, which Harry notices.

“What?” he asks, stripping Izzy out of her dirty clothes.

“What was all that about?”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw you, Harry. You were like, ready to snog Y/N right then and there when I walked in. Did I miss something?”

“No idea what you’re talking about and I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring this up when it’s not just the two of us,” he replies firmly, looking down at the girl who is obliviously tapping on the screen. Gemma just rolls her eyes before leaving the two of them alone.

Wandering down she finds you scrubbing the counters from the mess you’ve made, deep in your thoughts. Seeing her walk in, you shoot her a smile, not sure what to say or if you even should say anything, but when she grabs a towel for herself and starts helping, you speak up.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Don’t be silly, I’m happy to help,” she smiles, as she starts cleaning the kitchen island up. “So how do you like working for my brother, so far? He mentioned what happened with the daycare. Honestly, those mothers are entitled spoiled brats,” she scoffs making you smile.

“They weren’t too delightful even before the whole fiasco,” you chuckle softly. “But I really like it here. There are a lot more perks and it’s so much easier to focus on one kid than to have fifteen at a time,” you point out making her laugh.

“Yeah, I’m good with my two, don’t think I could handle more.”

“Oh, you have kids?”

“Yes, two sons. Beau is turning ten this year and Jasper turned six in January.” Gemma pulls out her phone from her back pocket and unlocking it she shows you the homescreen that has a picture of two adorable boys sitting on a bench next to each other, munching on a big bowl of strawberries. The younger one, Jasper has a red sunhat on his head while Beau is rocking some cool sunglasses.

“Oh my God, they look so much like you!”

“I get that a lot and honestly, they really should!” Gemma scoffs. “It took twenty fucking hours for Jasper’s big head to come out!”

“Wow that sounds way too much,” you laugh and Gemma nods with a tired, but clearly proud smile.

“Yeah, but it was worth it. Anyway, after my two boys, Izzy is the little princess of the family.”

“The boys get along well with her?” you ask as you both keep cleaning.

“They act like her big brothers, they get so protective over her!”

“That’s cute.”

“Yeah, they really are. My mom has this summer barbeque every year, if Harry doesn’t invite you with him then I’m doing it now, because you need to see how crazy out family gets,” she smirks at you. “All of our cousins and the kids are there, it’s a whole parade.”

“I’m sure it’s a lot of fun,” you smile at her. “One of my friends in high school had a really big family and they always invited me to birthdays at their place, I loved how lively and buzzing it was always.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to get together from time to time,” she nods smiling. “So do you have a boyfriend or something?” she asks then, implying that she is not even sure if you are playing on the team she is assuming.

“Oh, um, no. It’s just me for now. So no boyfriend for me.” Your answer, making sure it gives her the information she was trying to get as well.

“Are you done interrogating her, Gem?” Harry appears from upstairs, Izzy running ahead of him before smashing herself against Gemma’s legs.

“We’re just having a chat, is that a crime now?” she rolls her eyes. “Swear to God, he is such a control freak sometimes,” she then adds turning to you.

“Would you stop offending me in my own house?” Harry gives him a look. Gemma leans down and picks Izzy up into her arms.

“Izzy, you really should tell your dad to pull the stick out of his as—“

“You are not finishing that!” Harry cuts her off and you can’t push your laughter back. Harry’s eyes meet yours over Gemma’s shoulders and he realizes that you are still all dirty and messed up. “Y/N, go and take a shower if you want. We’ll take this over, alright?”

It wasn’t an order, but you feel like it was a very firm suggestion. He is clearly uncomfortable with you talking to Gemma and though you’re not sure why, you don’t want to upset him, so just nodding you drop the kitchen towel and head upstairs to clean yourself up.

“I hope you didn’t say anything to upset her,” Harry comments as he takes over the cleaning. Gemma grimaces.

“What could have I possibly said? I was just trying to get to know her!”

“You are always a little too up in my business, Gems,” he sighs.

“Daddy, can I watch some TV, please?” Izzy asks, tugging on his pants.

“Sure. Do you need me to switch it on?”

“No, I’m a big girl, I can do it,” Izzy nods before running off, leaving the siblings alone.

“Didn’t know Y/N was your business,” Gemma tilts her head to the side. Harry opens his mouth to defend himself, but nothing comes out. He was caught with this one. “Oh my God. I knew I walked in on something, you have a thing for her!” Gemma gasps with wide eyes.

“Stop with this! You and Niall are like some middle schoolers, it’s so fucking annoying!”

“So Niall sees it too, huh?”

“Niall is an idiot,” he points out. “He is… obsessed with this idea that I should start dating again and he thinks I should make a move on Y/N.”

“Well, he is an idiot, but he has a point.”

“No he doesn’t!” Harry argues, but Gemma just rolls her eyes.

“So you want to die alone? Is that your plan?”

Harry has always hated his sister’s bluntness. She never held herself back when it came to giving her opinion, whether it was wanted or not. But what Harry hates even more is that most of the time… Gemma is right.

He doesn’t want to die alone, no one wants that, but being with someone is a hard topic for Harry after losing the person he thought he would spend the rest of his life with. Even just the thought makes him feel like he is doing something bad, like he shouldn’t even be thinking about anyone but his wife, even years after the tragedy.

“Harry, look…” Gemma breathes out leaning against the counter next to her brother. “I know it’s a fucked up situation and I know things are still not in the right place in your head. But eventually you’ll have to move on. We all want to see you happy and I think that… I think Maggie would want that for you as well.”

Harry tries not to physically cringe at the name, the familiar pain is already clutching his heart, like it has been since the day of the accident. Some days are easier, some days are harder, but Gemma is right. Things are still not in the right place in his head and he knows that, he is just not sure how to fix it at this point.

“I’m not saying you should date Y/N, I’m not Niall to force anyone on you. I’m just telling you to try to get out a little more, just to test the waters. But you obviously like her so if it happens to be her, it wouldn’t be a big deal, if you ask me.”

Gemma shrugs and goes back to the cleaning while Harry keeps his swirling thoughts to himself. Two of the most important people have told him the same thing recently and though part of him wants to stubbornly go against it, his rational side knows that they might be right.

But not much can be done when a man is still blaming himself for the death of his own wife. Because that’s exactly the case when it comes to Harry and no one really knows that the thought has been haunting him for years now…

After taking a quick shower, washing your hair and changing into clothes that are not covered in flour, you join Harry and Gemma downstairs and insist on finishing the rest of the cleaning while they move out to the terrace to talk. The evening goes by peacefully, Harry decides to order dinner and Gemma joins the three of you at the dining table.

You love watching the dynamic between them and they truly seem to be very close. Gemma likes to embarrass Harry with stories from their childhood and you are enjoying them all a little too much maybe, but it’s nice to think that he wasn’t always this confident businessman.

“It was so good to meet you, Y/N!” Gemma hugs you goodbye after dinner.

“You too!”

“Bye Izzy, come and give a smooch for your favorite auntie!” Squatting down she lets Izzy wrap her arms around her neck as she kisses her cheek sloppily.

“Bye Gemma,” she singsongs. Harry pulls his sister into a hug as well before walking her out.

You start washing the dishes, Izzy talking to you about whatever show she was watching earlier on TV. When Harry returns he tells you to just leave the rest of the cleaning up for him while he bathes Izzy, but you don’t listen to him and finish up while they are upstairs.

Bringing your laptop down you settle on the couch and just start scrolling through social media, reading articles and whatnot, the TV quietly playing in the background. You send out an email regarding the wedding you are attending this weekend, making sure everything is in place.

When Harry emerges again he joins you on the couch with a tired sigh.

“Thanks for washing the dishes but you really should just leave it to me when I ask you to,” he smiles at you softly.

“It’s not a big deal, I like to be useful,” you chuckle shutting your laptop down.

“As if you’re not useful enough already,” he huffs smiling to himself. “Oh, before I forget, I wanted to talk to you about Izzy going to my mum’s.”

“Oh, yeah, you mentioned it earlier.”

“Yeah. So she is going to spend a week at my mother’s and I timed it to line up with Sarah and Mitch’s wedding. So I’ll leave her at my mum’s Sunday evening and pick her up the next Sunday which lines up perfectly with the wedding on Saturday. That week is obviously free for you as well, like a paid vacation,” he chuckles.

“Sounds good. How far does your mother lives from here?”

“Just a few hours, not that horrible of a drive. If you’re up for it, we can carpool to the wedding and then pick her up together right from there and head home.”

“Yeah, that works for me, thanks,” you nod.

Harry stays and turns his attention on the TV, seemingly pretty unbothered while you still haven’t stopped thinking about what happened in the kitchen earlier. Glancing over at Harry it appears that it’s not that big of a deal for him, so it makes you settle with the thought that it’s not one for you either.

“Good night, Harry,” you smile at him grabbing your laptop and phone as you rise from your seat.

“Nigh, Y/N,” he smiles as you round the couch and head upstairs, but you stop at the bottom of the stairs, lancing back at the mop of locks that’s visible from him from behind. You watch him run his fingers through his hair and you let out a shaky breath, knowing well you did not convince yourself that it was nothing. Not for you, at least.

Because you wanted him to kiss you.

The wedding you’re attending is held on a farm owned by the parents of the bride. The whole barn was transformed into this very country like fairytale location, lots of fairy lights and candles along with some nice, pastel colored flowers with a hint of purple between them.

Everything goes planned. Arriving you meet first with the groom and then with the bride in their separated rooms of the house, going over everything they want just one last time before you get down to work, snapping loads of pictures from them getting ready for the big day.

Emily, the bride is a chatty girl and all her bridesmaids are her sisters, coming from a big family with five daughters, she is the second oldest. The groom, Jesse is a few years older than Emily, but they are such a cute couple and they are clearly so madly in love, it’s always nice to see people be so happy with the right person.

You keep going back and forth between the groom and the bride and later you do the first look thing as well, when Jesse stands outside in the field and Emily walks up behind him, letting him see her for the first time. It really is always such a special moment and you tear up as well, watching Jesse fall speechless upon seeing his beautiful fiancé.

As the ceremony is about to start and the guests slowly take their seats on the two sides of the aisle, you make a quick trip down there to make sure you are using the right lenses, not wanting to change a lot when the ceremony has started. You stop in the corner, just trying out if you can shoot some pictures of the guests as well with the lens you are planning to use, you take a look around using the camera and that’s when you almost faint.

You would pick out that face from any, it has grown to you way too much, but you didn’t think you’d ever see him again. Lowering the camera you stare at the tall figure with parted lips, blinking a few times just to make sure it’s who you think it is.

But it is in fact your ex-fiancé, Keith, and to make it even worse, the woman standing next to him with his arm around her waist is the one he cheated on you with. They are still together and now you are staring right at them.

Tears sting your eyes as you try to look for a way to escape before he spots you, though you know he’ll see you sooner or later, but right now they are standing right at the entrance of the barn and you can’t avoid walking past them.

Keeping your head down you try to stay unnoticed as you march towards the exit, but you apparently, you are out of luck.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Keith calls after you just when you thought you were successful in sneaking out. Stopping in your tracks you seriously think about just running off, pretending like you didn’t even hear him, but it’s kind of too late and it would be ridiculous. So turning around on your heels, you plaster the fakest smile on your lips as you look at him.

“Keith, hi!” you breathe out, taking just a few steps closer to him, still keeping some distance between the two of you. Stella, the lucky woman on his arm blinks at you and at first you’re not even sure she realizes who you are or if she even knows you. The longer she looks at you the more certain you become that she indeed does not know that you’re the woman Keith cheated on with her. Nice.

Keith realizes that the two of you have been staring at each other awkwardly, so clearing his throat he quickly introduces the two of you to each other.

“Um, Y/N, this is Stella. Stella, this is… Y/N.”

You can tell he was thinking about using titles, but he decided to leave it at that, though it would have been a lot more interesting if he just titled the two of you.

Y/N, this is the woman I cheated on you with, who is my girlfriend now. Stella, this is Y/N, to whom I was engaged when I was fucking you!

You flash her a quick, not too honest smile and it seems like she is catching onto that something is not right, but she can’t tell for sure.

“What are you doing here?” Keith asks, a little harsher than you would have liked him to talk to you, but it’s kind of understandable. Seeing each other after what happened is not a pleasant experience for either of you, you assume. You hold up the camera as the answer for the stupid question and Keith furrows his eyebrows at you. “Oh, you still to the photography thingy?”

“Thingy?” you ask, quite offended. Keith always belittled your love for photography. He thought it was just a hobby, something that should stay just a hobby and not get turned into anything more. He once told you during a fight that it takes your time away from more important things, like doing chores. That was one of the most sexist things he has ever said to you and you should have packed your stuff right then and there. But you didn’t, stuck around for three more months before you found out about the cheating.

“Well, this thingy is kind of a side job for me,” you inform him.

“Oh. That sounds… fun,” he nods, but it’s clearer than daylight that he thinks it’s just a waste of time. Good thing he has no business in anything about you anymore.

“Um, I’m gonna go now, but I guess see you two around.” You shoot them another fake smile before turning around and walking away from this conversation straight from Hell.

Marching away from the barn you rush into the nearest bathroom you can find. You need a minute. Or maybe two… five. This did not just happen. You didn’t just face your cheating ex-fiancé with the woman he cheated on you, what kind of sick movie plot is this you found yourself in?

Placing your camera to the counter near the sink you wash your hands and sprinkle some water to your face as well before you lean to the edge of the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You look like you’ve just seen a ghost and quite frankly, you would have been happier with the ghost than with Keith and Stella.

You’ve been doing alright since the breakup, but it’s obvious that only because you didn’t have to see Keith. Following the blowup when you found the explicit texts in his phone, you only had to face him twice and never since then. It’s easier to be okay when you don’t have to look at the person who hurt you most all the time, but coming face to face with him now really threw you off, especially with Stella on his arm. The fucker did not only cheat on you with her, but he went straight into a relationship with her and she probably doesn’t even know that she was just the sidechick in the beginning. If you were really evil, you’d go up to her and enlighten her about who you really are, but you are not one to cause a scene. Keith kept the two of you apart consciously, he never let you go into his office because he wanted Stella to think that he is a single man while he was engaged. Sickening to think how slyly he played the both of you and even after his little plan failed, he kept lying to the poor girl and lured her into a relationship. You wonder if he is already fucking another girl behind her back.

Your fingers start to turn white, gripping the edge of the sink tightly so you loosen up a bit, shaking your arms and shoulders off to pull yourself together. You fix your makeup and run your fingers through your hair quickly to give it some volume before grabbing the camera from the counter and heading out. However shocking it is to be at the same place as Keith again, you have a job to do right now and the bride and groom are expecting some amazing photos and that’s exactly what you’re gonna deliver.

You manage to busy yourself to the point where you are able to forget about Keith’s existence for most of the time. Following the happy couple around you don’t get too much free time, the camera is glued in front of your face basically and it brings you some peace. For a while.

Emily and Jesse disappear for an outfit change and it gives you a short break since they didn’t want that to be photographed, only when they return. So you get yourself a virgin cocktail from the bar and head outside to get some fresh air. You text back Heather and Trevor and then just scroll through Instagram, enjoying some alone time from the buzzing you’ve been around all day.

“Y/N!”

Turning to your right you spot Keith walking towards you, this time alone, but it doesn’t stop you from rolling your eyes.

“What do you want?” you mumble under your breath.

“Just… though we could chat for a little. It’s been a long time.”

“Not enough,” you retort. “And I would like to skip the chatting.”

“Come on, you can’t be still that mad at me,” he chuckles and you almost punch him in the face right then and there.

“Well I am. So go back to your little girlfriend and leave me alone.”

“I know things didn’t end too well, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be civil towards each other.” You can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your throat. He can’t be serious, trying to act like the bigger person now after everything he has done to you. This has got to be a joke.

“This is me being civil, because I’m not throwing anything at you. So leave me the fuck alone, let me do my job and then we hopefully don’t see each other again.”

“Come on. You don’t miss me, baby?” he smirks at you, completely ignoring what you just told him. You physically cringe at the pet name he just called you and you take a step away from him, needing the distance more than ever.

“I don’t. Now leave.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Too fucking bad. Now leave!” you raise your voice, but it does nothing. He is still standing there, looking at you like he didn’t completely destroy you just about a year ago.

“Heard that you haven’t dated anyone since we broke up.”

“Are you asking around after me?” you scowl.

“We have a few mutual friends,” he shrugs. “Is it because you still want me?”

“My dating life is none of your business, Keith. And I don’t want you. Quite frankly, I don’t even know how I could ever want you, so now please let me enjoy my break and leave me alone.”

“Y/N, I just—“ Keith reaches for your hand, but you pull back before he could touch you, holding up a finger at him you start talking slowly and very clearly so the message goes through.

“Don’t ever fucking touch me or talk to me. I want nothing to do with you, you’re a manipulating, cheating, egoistic asshole who ruins the life of others. I’m telling you this for the last time, Keith: leave me the fuck alone.”

He looks a bit stunned at your harsh response, but you couldn’t care less if you’ve hurt him. He did way worse things to you than snapping at you. As you walk past him to head back into the barn, he doesn’t let the chance to punch you in the stomach with his words one last time.

“I wish I could say you were a good fuck, but that wouldn’t be true. Good luck finding some lowlife loser who would even think about marrying you!”

Every fiber in your body is screaming to launch yourself at him and punch him until he is unconscious, because that’s exactly what he deserves. The tears are already stinging your eyes, but you don’t give him the satisfaction to see you react to his words. So swallowing hard you just keep on walking until you are out of his sight, bottling up the sobs and tears for the time when you’re home and on your own.

It’s past two am when you arrive home, drained and exhausted, both emotionally and exhausted. Following the conversation you had wit Keith he didn’t try to talk to you anymore, but you could always feel his eyes on you, wherever you were, as if he wanted to see if you are watching him too, but you weren’t. Looking at him would have been too painful so you tried your best to keep your eyes away from him through the night.

You know damn well that what he told you when you were leaving was just to get a reaction out of you, to get you upset enough to start a fight with him, it’s just who he is, he enjoys having the last word and the higher ground in every situation, but you didn’t want to be his partner in his stupid games this time. However it still hurt, what he said.

Walking into the dead silent house you kick your shoes off, drop your keys into the little bowl next to the door and head to the kitchen to get yourself some water. Pouring yourself a glass you lean against the counter and as you stare ahead of you, nothing can stop the tears from falling.

Everything you kept bottled up during the afternoon and evening just hits you all at once, making you break down heavier than any time in the past months. You sob and cry, letting it all out until your head feels like exploding, but you still can’t stop. You were not ready to face the man that broke your heart like no one before.

In the middle of your breakdown you don’t even realize the footsteps coming from the stairs.

“Y/N?” Harry’s voice calls out, snapping you out of your pity party. He immediately sees that you’ve been crying like a baby, no doubt, but you still try to wipe your cheeks and eyes, pretending like everything is totally fine.

“Harry! What are you doing up so late?” you breathe out hoarsely.

“Just wanted to get some water, but have you been crying? What happened, are you alright?” he starts bombarding you with questions, clearly worried about you, seeing you in this state.

“Everything is fine, I just… had a rough night,” you chuckle through your tears that are still rolling down your cheeks, those bastards!

“A rough night doesn’t make you sob like this. What happened?” Rounding the kitchen island he stops in front of you, not sure how to approach the situation, but it’s kind of sweet how he wants to help, but doesn’t know how.

“I, uhh—I met my… ex-fiancé tonight. He was at the wedding I worked at,” you mumble shutting your eyes closed.

“Did he hurt you? Y/N, if he laid a hand on you, I swear—“ “No, he didn’t hurt me,” you shake your head before adding: “Well, not physically.”

“Come on, let’s sit down for a bit.” He gently takes your hand and pulls you to the couch in the living room, making you sit before he plops down next to you. “Tell me what happened.”

“It’s really stupid, I shouldn’t be this upset about it, but I just… It hurt and I can’t change it,” you whine, wiping some more tears away.

“I’m sure it’s not stupid. Tell me what happened!”

“He was there with the woman he cheated on me with. They are basically a couple now, but she doesn’t even know that Keith was engaged to me when they started dating, so it’s really fucked up. And it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal, because, you know, fuck him, he can do whatever he wants, it’s not my business anymore, but then he came up to me and tried to chitchat with me, which I didn’t really want, of course.”

Harry listens carefully, giving you his undivided attention while you fumble with the hem of your shirt, kind of avoiding to look him in the eyes. Part of you is afraid you’d see judgment in them and you don’t think you would be able to handle that.

“I asked him to leave me alone, but he just kept talking and then I snapped at him a little harsher and when I was walking away he…”

You scowl again, hearing his words play in your head so clearly, as if he was standing behind you, repeating them to you. Harry reaches out and he gently covers your hand with his warm palm, giving it a gentle squeeze, letting you know that he is patiently waiting, not rushing you to talk. Taking a deep breath you blink your tears away before continuing.

“He basically said that I wasn’t even a good fuck and no man will want to marry me.”

“Jesus fuck, what kind of asshole did you date, Y/N?” Harry snaps in horror and it’s kinda funny, makes you laugh through your tears.

“Seems like the worst kind,” you mumble with a bitter chuckle. “I know I shouldn’t have let his words get to my head, but… it’s easier said than done. I feel like such a loser,” you breathe out, your lips trembling as the tears are threatening to flow again.

“Don’t blame yourself for having feelings, it’s completely normal. Of course his words hurt, he once meant a lot to you and he probably knows that too, that’s why he tried to use it against you. What he said held no truth.”

“You think so?” you ask, voice barely more than just a whisper as you finally look at him. His green irises appear so warm as he smiles at you, squeezing your hand again. He scoots a little closer, his knee bumping against the side of your thigh.

“Y/N, I know so,” he chuckles. “That guy was a proper idiot for what he did to you. You didn’t deserve any of that and any many would be lucky to have you as their wife.”

“Really?” you pout, feeling so touched and loved from his words. It’s exactly the reassurance you needed.

“Absolutely,” he nods smiling sweetly.

Everything that happened today messed with your head big time. And now sitting with Harry on the couch, listening to him telling you how worthy you are of love and happiness, it completely throws you off. Ever since that moment in the kitchen before Gemma walked in, you’ve been nonstop thinking about what would have happened and it made you notice even the tiniest things about him.

Harry Styles is a man who is clearly a sight for the eyes, with his chiseled jawline, pink lips and gorgeous green eyes, the duality of his powerful and business appropriate attires he wears during the day and the tattoos hidden under his dress shirts, you’d have to be blind to say that he is not an attractive man. But on top of everything on the outside, he is a wonderful person on the inside and it twists your head more than you’d like it.

Your brain switches off for a moment, or just the rational side, but you completely stop thinking as you stare at each other. The intimacy and emotionality of the moment pushes all your common sense to the side as your gaze wanders down his lips.

The thought of kissing him comes fast and before you could even stop yourself, you move forward and press your lips to his. The touch of his lips against yours is sweet and warm and kind of intoxicating, but in just a blink of the eye your rationality gets a grip of you and your eyes pop open in realization of what you just did. Pulling back you gasp and cover your mouth in shock, feeling your whole inside trembling at the thought of getting yourself fired by this move.

Harry seems frozen and quite shocked as well, his lips are parted as he stays still in his spot.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know what’s gotten into me! Harry, I’m sorry, I promise—“

You start rambling in panic, but you don’t get to finish. Harry moves forward, his hand coming to the back of your head as he pulls you in for another kiss, this time making it a lot more passionate and even your tongues get involved. He is kissing you hard and you almost moan into his mouth when you feel his other hand come to your thigh, squeezing it just enough to send a shockwave up your spine. Your hands come up to the back of his hair and you hold onto him for dear life, carrying the kiss on like you’re two teenagers in your parents’ basement, doomed to get caught any moment. Harry goes in again and again, tugging on your bottom lip, licking into your mouth and making your insides twist just from having his lips on yours.

And then you both let go of each other, needing some time to breathe and you slowly realize what just happened. You both stare at each other in disbelief, completely shocked at your own actions, but neither of you have any idea what should happen next.

You let go of each other, sitting back to your normal positions, awkwardly breathing heavily and you realize you cannot deal with this right now. You are way too drained and tired to make it make sense so you decide to just… call it a night.

“I’ll head to bed,” you quietly inform him as you stand up from the couch, walking like a zombie, the shock still clouding your judgment.

“Good night,” Harry mumbles, just as confused as you are.

“Good night,” you nod and basically sprint up the stairs and don’t stop until you shut your door behind you.

Leaning your back against it, you slide down to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as you stare into the darkness for long minutes. Quite some time passes by before you hear Harry walk upstairs, his door opens and then closes before silence falls on the house again. With a blank mind, you push yourself up, take a quick shower and just go to bed, ignoring everything that has happened today. You’ll deal with it in the morning.

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Kitten Part VII

Kylo AU x Reader

Here we go againnnnnn. Im not sure how the hell this fic has become so long. It’s going to start wrapping up in the next part. Enjoy friends!

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, praise kink Tag list: @reyloaddict55 @candycanes19 @jediminddicks1000 @finn-ray-nal-beads @maybe-your-left @thegreenmatt @morby @sydneyssmut @contesa-lui-alucard

To start this fic from the beginning, please refer to my masterpost.

The week slipped by.

Your dress from Kylo arrived at work on Friday morning, no chance to back out of wearing it.

You took the garment bag and an additional box into your office and shut the door.

You hung the garment bag on the back of the door. Too nervous to open it just yet. You had enough information to trust his taste, he had your sizing, but part of you was still nervous you would be faced with a dress 2 sizes too small that resembled a wench costume.

Exhaling through your mouth slowly you opened the box.

You frowned. There were 2 separate parcels. Black tissue paper - of course. You almost rolled your eyes.

You removed the first parcel. Definitely a shoe box. You gasped when you removed the paper and opened the box.

“Fucking hell Kylo.” You muttered. .

You had watched enough Sex and the City and read enough Vogue to recognize the unmistakable embellishment. Black Manolos.

You stroked the shoe in wonder, marveling at the craftsmanship.

You repeat your deep yoga breaths, trying not to panic. This was a lot. Extravagant. You knew damn well how much shoes like this cost. You purchased luxury goods from time to time, usually feeling nauseous after the transaction.

You moved to the next parcel, removing it from the box carefully.

Teasing open the tissue paper you broke into a grin. Black lace. A tiny scrap of a thong and a strapless bustier. You grazed your fingers across the fabric, it was beautiful, the bustier was mostly sheer, the boning visible.

You were seeing the vision, and you were in support of it, chewing your lip as you imagined yourself in just the lingerie and heels. Imagining the look on his face when he saw you in your gifts.

“Ok, let's do this.” You murmured to yourself, walking over to stand in front of the garment bag.

Another deep breath. You slowly unzipped the bag. The first thing you saw was the label. You were going to kill him. This was too much.

Alexander McQueen, fucking McQueen! You knew it was going to be perfect before you even had the whole bag open.

The neckline was an elegant sweetheart cut. The hourglass silhouette, midi length and black fabric exuded understated elegance. You turned the dress to find a back slit at the hem.

You held it, staring in awe. It was beyond anything you could have expected.

You hung it back up gingerly.

You sat at your desk feeling dazed. Overwhelmed by the generosity, unsure what it meant? Just- everything.

You had agreed to meet at Kylo’s prior.

You felt amazing, the dress fit like a glove. You had never worn anything so beautifully made. Everything you liked about your body was accentuated. The bustier clinched in your waist and pushed up your breasts just enough; you had stared at yourself in the mirror in slight amazement.

And! the! shoes! So comfortable for a pair of heels, so much so that the price suddenly seemed reasonable.

In a last minute panic you had had your hair and makeup done. You’d be damned if your cosmetic skills were going to let the team down.

Your stomach flip flopped as you rode the elevator to Kylo’s floor, nervous excitement coursing through your body.

You knocked on his front door and waited.

The door opened. Your jaw went slack as you took in the glory that was Kylo in a tux.

“Wow.” You breathed, walking in the door.

He was frozen in place, slowly taking you in.

He met your gaze, “Y/n, you look—..fuck you look amazing—...beautiful.”

“I- this” you motioned at your dress and shoes, “this is too much-...what I mean is, thank you, it’s so generous, but-... fuck Kylo, Manolo’s? McQueen? I just about passed out when I op-”

He cut off your babbling by stepping forward and grabbing the back of your neck, greeting your lips with a bruising kiss.

“So you like them then?” He smiled, against your mouth.

“I love them. I—” he again swallowed your words, his kiss slow and passionate.

He traced along your collarbone with his fingers, “should have got you a necklace.” He mused, breaking the kiss.

“No…” you shook your head, sighing as his soft lips kissed down your neck.

“Stop being so oppositional.” He murmured, lips still planting delicate kisses on your décolletage.

You huffed. He stood up to full height, eyes twinkling.

“Accept it, Kitten. I’m going to spoil you. I want to.”

You sighed, fingering the lapels of his tux, “it makes me a bit uncomfortable” you grumbled, “so much money…”

“I don’t have anything else to spend my money on.” He said softly. You felt a twinge of sadness. “Do you want to know why I got you that dress?”

“Mmmm why?”

“The collection was inspired by art nouveau which you said you loved. Remember, you showed me that work by Klimt? Also I knew you would look incredible in it.”

You look up at him, right into the dark amber of his eyes. You were moved.

“Are you serious?” You murmured in wonder.

He nodded, eyes crinkling with a smile, notably chuffed at your reaction.

“Kylo… this is, wow—...I’m really touched. I have only known you what? 8 or 9 months and this is the most thoughtful gift I have ever….” you trailed off. Feeling a wave of emotion that made you choke up.

“Oh, Kitten, I didn't mean to upset you.” He soothed, pulling you into his chest, it felt so safe there, engulfed by his arms.

“It’s a good upset.” You sniffed, pressing your face to his chest.

“Oh shit! Fuck!” You pulled away, “fucking makeup, You inspected his shirt and tuxedo jacket, relieved to find no traces of foundation.

Kylo looked at you amused. “I wouldn’t have been totally upset if we couldn’t go because my shirt got stained.”

“Behave.” You grinned giving him a playful smack on the chest before taking his hand, “come on, we better go.”

You stepped through the main door of the venue. People were milling around everywhere, beautifully dressed women and dapper men chatting loudly, armed with drinks.

Kylo took your hand and squeezed gently.

“What these things are good for is the booze.” He said as he steered you towards the bar.

You were soon armed with generously poured cocktails.

“I’m going to apologise in advance for the incredibly boring conversation.” He said in a low voice.

“It’s ok, I have to go to shit like this for the gallery all the time. Keep the patrons happy, fundraising and all that jazz.”

“Probably more interesting people than this bunch.” He grimaced.

As if on queue a deep voice boomed, “Dr Ren!”

An older gentleman ambled up to Kylo and whacked him on the back jovially. “How are you son?!”

They shook hands, “great to see you again Sir!”

The man turned his attention to you, you smiled politely.

“Ren, who is this lovely lady you have with you?”

“This is Dr y/l/n, y/n is the director at the city art gallery.” He introduced you, a touch of pride in his voice. “y/n, this is Sir David Walker, chair of the medical council.”

“Lovely to meet you Sir.” You shook his hand.

“Likewise, likewise.” He smiled at you warmly. “Excellent to have such bright young minds among us old decrepit lot.”

You laughed as he turned back to Kylo.

“So where have you been hiding this one, Ren, keeping her away from all this malarkey as long as possible?.” He joked.

Kylo’s hand crept to the small of your back, where it rested.

You sipped away at your drink as they got into a conversation about the stock market, nodding when it seemed appropriate.

You crept away at one point, getting another round of drinks for you both.

You came back to find Kylo alone, you handed him his drink.

“Told you.” He grinned.

“Oh stop, he was very nice.” You chided, sipping your drink.

2 hours later you were many cocktails deep and chatting away to whoever was around, Kylo was a few steps away with a group of men discussing the driest topics known to man. You had tapped out pretty quickly, opting for another drink and mingling.

His eyes drifted every now and then, checking on you. If you caught his eye you would wink.

It was nearing midnight when you came back to each other.

You were leaning against a pillar, watching some of the guests dancing outrageously. Kylo came up behind you and slipped his hands around you.

“You look sooooooooo fucking hot, Kitten.” He murmured in your ear.

Oh he was tipsy. Definitely tipsy. Handsy as well. His hands brushing the underside of your breasts.

“Hiiiiiiii baby.” You grinned, reaching back and stroking his face. “Are you drunk?”

“A little, I’m also hungry, all they have is fucking canapés the size of thimbles.”

“Oh god don’t even talk about food, I’m wasting away here.” Your stomach growled as if in agreement.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here and get pizza.” He decided.

“Now we are fucking talking!”

You were feeling rather tipsy as well, your feet not quite coordinating as you wished. You swore as you stumbled a little.

“Fucking martinis.” You grumbled, as Kylo’s arm shot out to steady you.

You managed to get yourselves down the road and into a pizza shop. Collapsing gratefully into a booth.

Because you were both slightly inebriated, ordering 3 pizzas seemed like an amazing idea, because how could you ever choose?

When the table was heaving with giant pizzas you realised the absurdity of your order.

“Babe, smile- this is fucking ridiculous.” Kylo laughed, holding up his iPhone. You posed with your slice of pizza, grinning at the camera.

He snapped a few, chuckling.

You both did an impressive job at getting through most of the pizza. Glad to soak up some of the booze sloshing in your stomach.

Feeling less like a legless teenager, you held Kylo’s hand as you walked down the street. A breeze picked up and you shivered.

Pausing, Kylo took off his tuxedo jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“What a gentleman, thank you.” You smiled, kissing his hand softly.

“Looks good on you.” He winked, as he opened the Uber app on his phone.

The car pulled up within minutes. Kylo pulled your body into his, in the back seat, keeping you warm.

You unlocked your front door, “welcome to my humble abode, it’s not quite Casa Ren, but I like it.”

Kylo walked into your apartment and his eyes flitted around.

It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either, somewhere in the middle. The walls were covered in art, well actually, anything that made you happy really.

“This is so…..you.” He smiled, seeming much more relaxed than you had expected, “it smells like you.”

“I hope you’ll be comfortable here.” You said softly, tucking yourself under his arm. He kissed the top of your head, wordlessly.

“Can you undress me Daddy?” You whispered, snuggling into him.

You felt him freeze, and exhale with a soft hum.

“Just let me know if i take it too far or something ok? I’ve never done this...er, roleplay” you looked up at him biting your lip.

He chuckled, eyes fiery “neither have I Kitten, but say it again.”

“Dadddddy.”

“Fuck.”

“Show Daddy the pretty lingerie he got you, Kitten.”

You took off the dress carefully. He didn’t take his eyes off you. You looked at him and twirled.

“What do you think, Daddy?” You asked with a little smile.

“Jesus Christ, come here.” He said softly.

You walked and stood in front of him.

“What’s that in your trousers Daddy?” You asked coyly gazing at his obvious erection, before being unable to control yourself and letting out a laugh.

His hand landed on your backside fairly hard, making you yelp.

He was grinning, “why don’t you put your hand in there and find out little girl?”

You pushed him against the wall and worked his belt open. You watched his face as you put your hand into his briefs and wrapped your fingers around his cock.

Sucked in air through clenched teeth and met your gaze.

You widen your eyes, “so big Daddy!”

He smirked. You were both finding this whole roleplay comical, but it was quickly becoming insanely sexy, you were getting lost in the moment.

“Do you think you can fit it in your mouth Kitten?” He almost purred.

“I can try my best, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.”

You hummed happily at his words, getting down on your knees and pulling down his trousers and briefs.

Wrapping your hand back around the base you began to kitten lick his tip. He leant his head back against the wall making a strangled sound.

Flattening your tongue you licked him in one slow motion from base to tip, pausing to tease that one spot you knew drove him wild.

“Hhhhnggh good gi-... jesus!” You took him entirely in your mouth without warning, until you gagged.

You sat back on your feet and pouted up at him, “it’s too big, Daddy.”

His eyes crinkled with amusement, “Shall i take you to bed, little girl?” he asked, kicking off his shoes and trousers.

You nodded eagerly.

“Use your words, Kitten.”

“Yes, please Daddy.”

He motioned for you to stand up, when you were on your feet he picked you up.

He carried you to your bedroom, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Don’t fucking stop with this, it’s so fucking sexy babe.” he breathed in your ear as he walked.

You chuckled, “this is fun, Daddy.”

He growled, before placing you gently on the bed.

He slowly took off his shirt, you watched, you could almost see his mind ticking.

“What do you want me to do, Daddy?” you smiled, leaning back on your arms.

“You can start by taking off those panties and showing Daddy your pussy.” he said casually.

You lifted your hips and slid the tiny thong off, kicking it at him. Leaning back on your elbows you spread your legs wide.

“Touch yourself, tell me how wet you are.” he instructed, roughly.

“Yes Daddy.” you purred, taking two fingers and running it through your folds with a little groan.

He looked at you expectantly, now completely naked, cock angrily red and erect.

“It’s very wet Daddy, what does that mean?” you asked with a smirk.

“It means, little girl, that you are ready for Daddy’s cock.” he breathed.

You nodded in agreement, grinning as he got onto the bed next to you and lay on his back, then patted his thighs, “come sit here Kitten, Daddy wants to see your pretty tits bounce in the lingerie he got you.”

You clambered over his thighs eagerly, dragging your pussy over his thigh greedily.

He grabbed your hips and lined you up, so you hovered just above the tip of his weeping cock.

He pushed you down onto his cock agonisingly slowly, watching your face intently as it contorted with pleasure, little whimpers tumbling from your lips as he stretched you out. It wasn't until he had you fully sheathed that he threw his head back with a loud moan.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl.” he moaned.

You used all your willpower to stay still and wait for instruction.

“Fuck, Kitten, move baby girl.” he hissed, taking your hips again and setting a pace for you.

“Perfect, you’re perfect.” he moaned as you moved up and down, rolling your hips slightly.

His eyes did indeed watch your tits bounce in the bustier, hands caressing your thighs.

Your hands crept in between your legs, seeking your clit. He batted your hand away and replaced your fingers with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh god, Ky-..Daddy-” you cried out as he pressed firmly on your clit and began to thrust to meet your movements.

“Need to cum Kitten?” he asked, pausing his thumbs movement on your clit.

“Mmmmm yes, yes please, Daddy, please!” you pleaded.

He doubled his efforts, sending you barreling toward climax with a gasp.

You came with a sob, chanting, “Daddydaddydaddydaddy.”

He flipped you both over, so you could lie bonelessly as he held your legs to his chest as he thrust into you to reach his own climax with a loud growl.

He collapsed next to you panting, “That was…”

“Hot.” you finished before laughing and rolling over, tucking yourself under his arm.

#fan fiction #filth and smut #reader x kylo #kylo ren au #smutbucket #kitten

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herohotline · 5 years ago

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bing bong! hewwo! would like to request for a prohero!deku meeting with his ex lover who he left to pursue his dream of becoming the #1 hero and finding out that she has a child that was actually his. everything else is up to your creative mind! hope it's not too much, thank you! 💜❣️

A/N: i love these kinds of requests!! im a sucker for kids and pregnancy requests, especially ones with reunions. Thank you for indulging me

Reader has a slight Teleportation quirk as well; it’s noted once or twice in the story.

(You’ll get why this gif was perfect to use when you read the story lmao)

Word Count: 2,300+

No Longer a Coward (Izuku/You)

There’s a lot of aspects to becoming a hero that Izuku hadn’t realized- none of his classes really warned him about how his privacy was practically zero to none, a two hundred pound weight of stress followed him by the ankles every day, and that a love life was practically impossible.

Izuku wasn’t exactly yearning for a partner, but he wouldn’t lie- he missed it. He doesn’t casually date, either, so finding someone was harder than usual even if he wasn’t a hero. Once upon a time, he met you- a wonderful person who made him feel warm and happy and made him laugh. But the timing wasn’t right, the stress was unbearable, and he couldn’t commit- so things ended between the two of you after dating for around a year and a half.

The pro-hero still thought about you even though he hadn’t seen you for over three years. Of course, Izuku was heart-broken by your decision to move away after your break up, but he could understand. It didn’t make it easier, suddenly being torn away from a person he still genuinely cared for, but he understood.

Maybe one day you’ll come back, Izuku thinks. Maybe you’ll come back and both of you can be friends again, maybe even something more. The past few years have taught Izuku a lot, and he thinks that maybe he’s past his self-doubt and immaturity- maybe next time, if you’d want to, he can actually take care of you.

But this is just a lot of maybes and what if’s. What the hero should do is call your number and actually initiate a conversation.

He’s fought a lot of villains, he’s had several close calls with death, but he can’t pick up the phone and call you… Izuku scoffs.

Even after all this time, he’s still a coward, isn’t he?

— *** —

You think about calling Izuku a lot, but you can never manage to do it. Truly, you feel like scum- an awful coward.

You never meant to hide this from him- you didn’t figure out you were pregnant until after your big move, and at that point, you were still heartbroken. Just thinking about seeing Izuku made your eyes well up, so you convinced yourself that once you gave birth you’d find the courage to tell him everything.

Three years have passed.

Your daughter is a healthy ball of energy, her hair just like his in color and obnoxious wavy ends. Her eyes sparkle just like his, too. You won’t lie- the fact that she resembles her father so much stings sometimes. But it doesn’t hurt as much as knowing that you’re forcing her to have a life with only one parent.

She should have a father- she deserves it. She doesn’t deserve your cowardly behavior, so after a lot of thought and an impulsive streak, you pack up to go on a day trip back to Musutafu.

Yui, your daughter, doesn’t know why you’re going to the big city, but she’s very excited. She’s only three, but her passion is strong and she can’t wait to meet all the big pro-heroes!

Just like her dad.

You hold Yui’s hand as you walk through the familiar city, pointing out anything that might interest her (which is basically everything). You plan on staying in Musutafu for a few days, so meeting up with Izuku wasn’t planned just yet. Instead, you want to make some good memories with your daughter before her life changes before her very eyes.

You take her everywhere you can. A fancy ice cream parlor, a hero museum, a huge children’s park. Yui is beaming, smiling ear to ear the entire time.

Everything has gone relatively well, which you’re pleasantly surprised at. At least, it was going well-

Until you run into pro-hero Shoto. Or, as you know him- Todoroki.

Yui is the one that spots him, her whole body practically vibrating as she points at him eagerly. He’s exiting a grocery, two plastic bags in his hands.

“Mommy, mommy it’s Shoto!”

At the sound of his name, you watch in silent horror as Todoroki’s head turns and spots the two of you. He sees the little girl first, his brows furrowing, and then he looks up at you-

You’d call yourself lucky to ever see such an animated expression on his face, but unfortunately for you, it’s kind of bad news.

“You’re right, it’s the hero Shoto! Would you like to say hi?” You enunciate the ‘hero’ part, hoping that your old friend will take the hint. He slowly approaches you both, still looking quite confused, but he switches it off so he can greet your daughter properly.

“Hello, little miss,” Todoroki smiles, reaching a hand out. She happily shakes it.

“I see you on TV!”

“You do? That’s very cool.”

“Yeah! You kick butt.”

He actually laughs, a quiet and soft laugh, and you’re glad that he’s not offended by her blunt behavior. It’s that moment his phone rings and he excuses himself with an apology, looking at the screen.

“Well, since Shoto’s busy, we should probably leave, honey,” God get me out of here.

“You don’t have to go, you know who it is,” he looks up at you with an upright eyebrow, showing you the screen. “It’s pro-hero Deku.”

Your face pales. “Todoroki, don’t-“

“Wow, really?!” Yui shouts, getting several looks from passerby’s. The icy-hot user smiles again as he accepts the call.

“Hey, Deku. Guess who I’m talking to.”

You finally let go of Yui’s hand, lunging forward to grasp Todoroki’s wrist. You look at him desperately, whispering. “Please don’t. I’m here so I can tell him. Don’t make it happen like this, Shoto.”

“…An old friend. I’ll put them on.”

He hands you the phone with a tired look in his eye. “Then make it happen,” he wordlessly mouths to you before heading over to your daughter to give you at least an inkling of privacy.

God, when did Todoroki turn into such a meddlemaker?

“-llo? Hello? Shoto, this is weird,” you finally lift the phone to your ear. Your heart skips several times at the sound of his voice- oh God, this is happening.

“Hi, Izuku,” you bite your lip hard. There’s silence on the other end before you hear a rumbling sound and an ‘oof!’ Did he just fall?

“___?” He asks.

“…Yeah, it’s me. I’m, um… visiting the city and I kind of ran into Todoroki. He just shoved the phone in my hands.”

“Sounds like him,” Izuku sighs and you laugh.

“Not to me! He’s changed a lot.” There’s another silence as you shift your feet anxiously. “Well… okay, listen. I’m actually here in Musutafu because I really need to talk to you about something. Could- do you have time to meet up with me tomorrow?”

“Oh. Uh- well- yeah, of course. What’s… what do you need to talk about?”

Good to know that his voice still goes high pitched when he’s nervous. You smile without thinking about it, watching Shoto pick up Yui and point towards something or other.

“I can’t tell you over the phone. Could we meet at the park, the one next to your old house that you went to as a kid?” You had been meaning to show Yui that area.

“Alright, that’s great! And, um… I’m really glad you’re back, ___.” You hear him sigh on the other end. “I’ll see you then. I hope you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, Izuku. I’ll see you tomorrow- and I’ll give you back to Shoto now since you called him in the first place.” You barely hear what Izuku says, the phone already away from your face as you walk towards Shoto. You gesture for him to take it with a mildly unimpressed look on your face.

Yeah, his stunt might have worked, but it was still a dick move.

“Okay, I have to go now,” Shoto lets your daughter down and pats her head. “Thank you for telling me about so many animals.”

“You’re welcome!” Yui puffs out her chest, quickly walking back to you and taking your hand. You smile down at her- but freeze up again when you hear Shoto.

“Who was that? Oh…” As if it wasn’t a big deal, he throws you a thumbs up. “A kid wanted to get an autograph.” Nice.

The two of you silently wave, walking in your separate directions. Yui talks animatedly about her time with Shoto while you were on the phone, but you can’t do anything more than nod and smile along.

This is it, you think. I’m going to tell him. He’s going to know. It’s all that’s on your mind as you check in the hotel you reserved a room for and unpack your clothes.

My life is about to drastically change.

—

You let Yui play on the swings and jungle gym as you wait for Izuku to arrive. Your foot anxiously taps on the concrete as you sit on a nearby bench, your fingers scratching at your wrists and teeth tugging your lip. You’re a few steps away from being a complete wreck- it doesn’t help that you couldn’t sleep at all last night.

How does one go about this? Hey, Izuku, it’s been three years since our break up and hey, have you ever wanted kids? Well, surprise!

You deflate in your seat. Yeah, right. As if you could be blunt like that.

At least the park is mildly empty- you’re a little worried about meeting the top hero in a public setting, especially when you’re having him meet his daughter. Uh-oh. Your face pales- what if someone saw? What if news got out?

Suddenly you realize that this may have not been a great idea.

But apparently, you’re stuck with your bad decisions- right as you’re about to call Izuku to change plans, you hear your name from behind you. You immediately stand up, looking back and meeting eyes with the man you haven’t seen face to face in so long.

“Izuku,” you try not to smile- really- but you can’t help it. He’s just as handsome as he is on TV, but actually standing near him you can see all the tiny details that a camera just can’t bring to life.

The happiness in his eyes is something you can’t replace. He smiles back, taking the few steps he needs to meet you and bring you into an embrace.

“___,” Izuku sighs, “I’m so glad to see you.”

You hug him back, your hands gripping his shirt. You half expected him to wear his Hero Suit since it’s all you’ve seen him in recently because of the news- you’re glad he didn’t. In your opinion, Izuku looks much better wearing casual clothes.

“I’m glad to see you too, Izuku,” you break the hug and sit back down on the bench, urging him to sit beside you. More than anything, you’d like to take your time and get to know him again, but you know that your daughter will only be distracted by the park for so long. “Okay, so, I just… need to tell you this right away. Rip off the bandaid, you know?” Your hands return to your lap, anxiously wringing as you look at him. “But I- I want you to know that… I didn’t mean to hide anything from you. I would never hide something from you on purpose.”

“What?” Izuku’s face falls as his eyebrows furrow. “What- what did you hide?” He really didn’t know where this was headed.

You take a big breath. Guilt and anxiety rushes to you in waves but you try to push it back. You need to do this. “Listen, Izuku, I… when I left-“

“Mommy!”

Your daughter’s scream cuts you off and your head snaps toward the sound, eyes wide. You want to curse- you knew your daughter liked to climb things, but the swing set? How did she do that?

It doesn’t matter- she’s falling, that’s what matters. You quickly use your quirk and teleport to the swings, swiftly catching Yui before she fell on the bark chips. “Yui!” You place her down on the ground. “What did I tell you about climbing things? You can’t always rely on me to catch you- you could get hurt!”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. She’s obviously upset and you’re a sucker- you take her into your arms again and kiss her head.

“Just be careful, honey.” You carefully pick her up, holding her by her bottom as you stand. “I have someone I want you to meet, okay? Will you be a good girl for me?”

Yui looks confused, but she nods and you smile at her in reassurance. You walk back to the bench where Izuku was now standing at- his eyes wide in disbelief as he stared down at your daughter.

His daughter.

“Yui, this is Izuku. He’s, um…” You hesitate- do you tell her the truth? Does he even want to be a part of her life?

Izuku picks up from where you left off. “I’m- I’m your dad.” He looks up at you before quickly looking back to Yui, holding a hand out for her to grab. “Is… that okay?” You hide your face in your daughter’s chest with a silent laugh, tearing up quietly. You feel her tiny body move and watch as her little fingers grab Izuku’s own.

“You’re daddy?” Yui looks back up to you, still holding Izuku’s hand. “Is he?”

“Yes, Yui,” you sniff and readjust her in your arms, trying to wiggle a hand free so you can wipe some of your tears. She leans forward to whisper in your ear and you grin happily as you nod. “Yeah, okay. Izuku, would you…” you step a little closer to him. “Would you want to give her a hug?”

“YEAH,” Izuku bursts, frantically nodding his head and reaching out to wrap his arms around Yui who wiggles from your arms to his. You take a step back as you look at them. It’s so weird, honestly, seeing this perfect picture of Izuku sobbing with your daughter wrapped around him, looking so, so happy- it’s a picture that you only imagined up until now.

And now it’s finally real, and you feel like you can breathe.

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sortavibing · 4 years ago

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Hey if it isn't to much trouble may I have (male) haikyuu matchup please. My pronouns are she/her. I'm a Capricorn my mbti type is infj-a/infj-t. I tend to be shy around new people but I can be somewhat loud around people who im close to. Im not very athletic and im not a big fan of sports but I love to go roller/ice skating. I also love read books and also cook/bake food. I've been playing the violin for 6 years. I also love to watch animal/nature documentaries. I love animals and im planning on becoming a wildlife veterinarian. I have medium length brown hair with green eyes, I wear round glasses and have pale skin and a lot of freckles. I kin yamaguchi. I also love music and can listen to almost any music type. Somethings I would want in a partner would be someone who is quite and calm but can also be loud and energetic at times. I hope this is ok, sorry if I spelt anything wrong. Also I hope im not bothering you :)

hello :) thank you for requesting! you definitely aren’t bothering me, and we stan someone who plays in orchestra and hasn’t quit yet (ahaha i used to play viola) anyways, here’s your matchup!

generating matchup...

matchup: complete

i match you up with sugawara!

one of the first dates you had with suga was an ice skating date, and he was surprisingly really good at skating, so you guys tried to do one of those couple routines that you saw online, and though it didn’t turn out great, it was a lot of fun, and you both were laughing the entire time. after you guys finished, suga took you out to get some hot chocolate, and you guys just talked and vibed for the rest of the time.

he thinks it’s really cool that you want to be a wildlife veterinarian, so if you are up for it, he will sign both of you up to volunteer at a local rescue shelter for a few weeks, and it was actually really fun, since suga was there to make jokes and just keep you company, and you guys made a lot of fun memories. after those few weeks, sugawara’s camera roll was filled with pictures of you with cute animals, and he keeps them all in a special folder dedicated to you.

since you enjoyed music so much, he started to enjoy music more, so whenever you guys are together, he’ll ask for song recommendations, and then he’ll listen to whatever you recommend and tell you what he thought about it. his favorite genres so far are indie pop (beach bunny, paramore, etc.) and bad bitch music (Megan Thee Stallion, Cardi B, etc.)

sugawara really likes to listen to you playing violin, and he will always just sit and listen, content to just hear you play something that you are passionate about. after you finish practicing, he will tell you how good you are at playing, and how he wants you to teach him. the first time you gave him a lesson, he was pretty bad, so he let you be the resident musician of the relationship.

he will recommend you books that he thinks fit your vibe, and will leave little notes in the pages that say things like “this section reminded me of you :)”, or “you look really pretty today”, and if you are ever reading the book near him, he loves to see your reactions to the notes. sometimes he even leaves pressed flowers and things like that, because he loves to see you smile when you find his little gifts.

suga will send you recipes and say that he wants to make them with you, so every few weekends, he will come to your house and you guys will attempt to bake what he wanted to make with you. sometimes it turns out good, and now you guys know that recipe by heart, and other times it goes terribly wrong, and you and suga spent more time cleaning the mess than baking.

when you guys first started dating, suga introduced you to the karasuno team, and you were a little overwhelmed at first because of nishinoya, tanaka, and hinata, but after a while everyone calmed down a bit and you became pretty good friends with the team. everyone really liked you, and they constantly told suga how lucky he was to have found such a nice girlfriend.

if you ever want him to watch a nature documentary, he will agree, and at first he thinks that they are kind of boring, but he won’t tell you that. he actually starts enjoying them like halfway through the show, and he is so surprised that he is kind of invested in the documentary. he won’t tell you that he wasn’t interested at first, but he will tell you that he actually enjoyed it.

suga loves to take you on hikes in the nearby forests in the summer, because he thinks you look beautiful while your face is framed by the sunlight filtered through the trees. you guys are basically the only ones out in the woods, so you both just talk about whatever comes to mind, happy that you and suga get to have a break from reality and just get to relax in nature with each other.

overall, you guys are so cute together- like people aspire to have such an affectionate caring relationship. you guys can be chaotic when needed, but still sweet at the same time and it’s a perfect mix for both you and suga. he cares about you so much, and he just wants you to be happy when you are with him.

i hope you enjoyed!

#haikyuu #haikyuu matchups #haikyu #sugawara #sugawara koushi #sugawara koshi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyu headcanons #haikyu imagines #sugawara headcanons #sugawara imagines #sugawara x you

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jtsfavslut · 4 years ago

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Part 2 of Heather, it’s soooo good 👀

STOPPPPPP BROO IM FINNA CRY BUT HERE YOU GO MAMAS 🥺

PART ONE

This sucks ass, like it’s embarrassing but if I make a Part 3 it’ll be better I-💀

It’s been 5 years since you left New Jersey.

Saying you missed it was a lie. Saying you missed the people was an understatement.

Five years, and you still wonder how Grayson reacted to your letter.

When you first moved you got a cute loft apartment in downtown LA, which is still your current apartment.

It took you about a month to get used to the LA life, but you quickly got used to the postsmate and Uber eats life.

The only thing that you know about them is that they live in LA too, and only because you over heard people talking about it at Starbucks.

Apparently he and Ethan are famous now. Which if good for them you thought.

You on the other hand, finished high school online, and just graduated from UCLA with a literature major and photography degree , and you just got an email saying you had an interview at Vogue Magazine tomorrow.

You instantly got up from your bed as a few happy tears trailed down your face, even if it’s just an interview you felt highly accomplished because they only do 10 interviews a year, so this was your only chance.

You walked over to your closet, to pick an outfit for tomorrow. You spent a good 20 minutes trying to pick out the perfect outfit since it was a fashion magazine after all.

You decided on some plaid dress pants, a black shirt that would expose a bit, but not a lot of your chest, and would be tucked in, a matching jacket that was the same pattern as the pants and you would pick accessories and a hairstyle tomorrow.

(This is her outfit because I love putting pictures of clothes when I speak about them since people on Wattpad love it so much. You better love this fit cuz it screams “men suck ass and woman are powerful)

Not having any contact with any close people from Jersey or any friends in general, you celebrated and shared your joy by yourself (lowkey how I’m going to be because I hate my family and I’m antisocial in rl💀)

You nearly placed your outfit on a chair that you had at the corner of your room, and picked out an oversized tee, and a pair of clean underwear and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

You did all your businesses, and went on your computer searching up interview tip, before falling asleep.

The next morning you woke up around 6AM since your interview was at 7:45.

You took a quick shower getting dressed into the outfit you picked yesterday and styled your hair as usual, making you just straighten it.

Time was quickly passing by and it was already 7AM, so you decided to just buy breakfast and not be late.

You arrived at the Vogue building at 7:35 and quickly walked in to be greeted by the desk lady.

“Hi, My names Y/N Y/L/N, I have an interview with Mr.Styles today,” you sweetly told her and she just smiled at you. (YES ITS FUCKING HARRY STYLES)

“7:45 correct?” She asked and you nodded your head.

“I’m going to send you right up, take the elevator to the 10th floor, and it should be the last door in your left,” she said, you thanked her and walked away.

When the elevator’s doors opened up to the correct floor you couldn’t help but feel intimidated and anxious.

This was your first interview for a company this big, and you didn’t want to blow it.

With nerves shaking up your entire body, you knocked on his door and walked in when you heard a faint ‘come in’.

“You must be Y/N,” said the guy who must be Mr.Styles.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr.Styles,” you replied as he shook your head and gestured you to take a seat.

“Please call me Harry, The mr makes me feel old,” he said which made you chuckle and nod your head.

“Now tell me why I should hire you Y/N,” he asked.

“Well, I believe I meet the certain requirements to be a writer for Vogue, not only for my major in English literature, but because I have passion for writing and it’s my behest fashion, and I have a love for fashion too,” you said trying to sound as confident as you should, but not stuck up either.

“Good. I see that you’re also a photographer,” he spoke as he read a paper, which you assumed was your application.

“Yeah, photography is another passion of mine,” you smiled.

“Well, I believe you have what we’re looking for, you lack experience but I believe that over time you’ll get the hang of the job. This is a very serious job Y/N, it has its perks but you have to work hard. And I believe you can do that,” he said while smiling.

“That means your hired, you’ll start tomorrow. Since you’re a photographer aswell, I want you to have a photo shoot and interview the person, is that alright with you?” he asked making you nod your head.

“I’m more than alright thank you so much.” You said happily and proud of yourself.

“Good, I’ll send email you all the informations, and who you’ll be having an interview with, all I know is that he has millions of fan girls so I’ll be carful with that. Now you go have a great rest of your day, because once you start you’ll be too busy” he said diving some stuff.

With a thank you, you left the building and made your way home.

You finally felt like you achieved something and we’re definitely proud of yourself.

When you got home, you filled up your tub, with some bath salt and all that relaxing stuff since Harry said you’ll get a few relaxation days.

Not that it bothered you because you were used to being stressed and working under pressure.

You finished that day off, by watching some Netflix and went to sleep early, making sure to set an alarm up to not miss your first day.

The next morning you were woken up by the alarm, the excitement of this being your first day radiating off your body.

You jumped in the shower, to get refreshed and got our choosing to wear a pair of cream colored Dickies, a white top, a pair of white platform docs and some layered necklaces and sunglasses.

You picked up your phone, opening the email app to see the information your boss sent you, he only sent you the adress and the time you should be there.

You left your house, stopping at Starbucks to get an ice latte and made your way to the place, it was at some studio that you never heard off before, and it was a couple of minutes away from where you lived.

When you arrived you looked around from inside and let Harry know that you were there.

‘Just walk right in, it’s one of our buildings, he’ll be there in a couple of minutes I’ll call you when he’s there. Good luck,’ he replied, you sent a thumbs up emojis (what am I even writing tbh) and got out your car walking in.

The place seemed sketchy from the outside, but it was an entire different story inside.

Walking around you noticed it hadd different back drops, and a back room.

You walked to the bathroom to set your stuff up, and get ready.

After a few minutes your phone started ringing with a call from Harry.

“Hello,” You softly spoke holding the phone with your shoulder as your hands worked with the camera making sure all the frames and setting were right.

“Hey Y/N, he’s there so go open the door for him. This is your first day and I believe in you, so have fun,” he sweetly spoke making you smile.

“Ok, thank you so much, I’ll talk to you soon,” you said your goodbyes, hung up the phone and went to open the door.

“Hi, im Y/N nice to meet-” you said opening the door before realizing who was infront if you.

“Grayson,” you whispered as you saw him in the flesh standing right in front of you with a hurt expression on his face.

Like I said before this sucked straight up ass and like it's disgusting but ehhh

#anais’s asks #anon #ethangrant #grayson dolan #graysonbailey #ethan dolan #grayson x reader #graysonsmut #dolan twins #dolan fandom #dolansmut

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swiss-cheeze · 5 years ago

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Coming out about your relationship || Queen + Boh Rhap

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QUEEN

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Brian:

“Brian Brian!” an interviewer shouted to the man, Queen were in their press tour for The Works and you happened to tag along. Going under the radar wasn't easy but you have done good so far as to not bring too much attention to yourself.

“Yes?” Brian asked as he sat forward in his seat and looked to the interviewer; his arms pressed against the table in front of him as Roger blew out some smoke from his cigarette next to Brian.

“Do you have a girlfriend? A wife perhaps? We haven't heard anything about your relationships since you broke up with Chrissie.” the interviewer asked, flashes of cameras went off as Brian blushed and chuckled softly. You sat next to Brian, you both had talked about whether or not you wanted to come out about you relationship and had both agreed it would be a good idea seeing as you were finally engaged to each other, Brian smiled to you as he took your hand in his and squeezed it over your thigh. While looking at you, Brian answered the question.

“I don't have a girlfriend, I don't have a wife,” the man said, the corner of your lip cocked up already knowing what he was going to say, “but i do have a fiance, and she is the love of my life” the guitarist said, the cameras clicked and flashes went off as everyone gasped, muttered, and then continued asking and shouting questions. Brian simply smiled at you and bent forward, you closed the distance and placed your lips on his. Brian smiled into the kiss as he brought his hand up to the exposed side of your neck and covered it, pulling you in a little for a more passionate kiss.

“Well darlings im sure we would love to answer some of your questions but we are positively exhausted and want some sleep” Freddie said as he started to stand up, John and Roger followed suit as you and Brian got the memo and stood up too, large grins plastered on your face as you and the band started walking out of the room and to the car to drive you back to the hotel.

The cameras and paparazzi followed the band out and kept asking questions, you and Brian where the last to get into the car.

“Ma’am! Ma’am!” someone yelled, giving them the satisfaction you turned to the person with a large grin, “what’s your name? And how long have you and Mr May been together?” the person asked.

“(Y/n) (L/n), soon to be May.” you said, “we’ve been together for as long as we’ve known each other” and with that, you threw the video camera a wink and held up your hand with your engagement ring on it and showed the camera, “if you’re good you might be invited” you said, you threw the camera a final wink and got into the car before the door shut and the driver started driving.

You looked to Brian and gave him a large grin as Brian did the same, the flush from the adrenaline still red in his face.

John:

John wanted nothing more than to be able to hold you in public and just have a nice date out in the cinema or just a holiday somewhere. But of course with Queen hitting their biggest hits and more paperazzi than ever; privacy was a nutrition that was malnourished. So when Deaky came to you with his proposition; you were rather shocked.

“Come out?” you asked.

“I am so sick of hiding you and us from everyone and not even looking at you until we get home” John said with a breath, “please”, you nodded.

“Yeah; how did you want to do it thought?” you asked quizitivaley.

“Maybe a romantic picnic in the park? Movie date?” John said with a shrug.

“Well, just remember that we definitely won't be getting any privacy after we do this John” you said with a hand over his.

“I want this.” John said adamantly, “and I want you” he added softly. You eyes fluttered and you smiled softly before nodding.

“We haven't gone out for a picnic before” you said with a grin, “sandwiches, champagne, chocolate covered strawberries~” you thought wistfully as you got closer to John, a new fire lit in your eyes.

“Bedroom?” John asked with a grin.

“Definitely” you said softly before kissing John, the pair of you sprung up from the couch and darted to the shared bedroom; giggling like little teenagers about to lose their virginity.

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Setting down the blanket you hopped onto the material as John brought out the sandwiches and started filling the wine glasses.

“It is a rather lovely day” you said as you viewed the sky, “beautiful clouds, nice breeze, not too hot or cold; it's perfect” you said happily as John sat down and handed you a champagne glass and setting down a few sandwiches in front of you. Clicking your glasses together for a moment as you took a sip you smiled as you started to dig into the sandwiches; thankfully made by John himself. Consisting of various meats and vegetables.

“This is beautiful John!” you exclaimed a few bites into your sandwich as you looked to the bassist who only grinned wide while eating his. Just behind John however, you could vaguley make out a very badly disguised possy of cameras and reporters. This made you grin.

“What’re you smiling at love?” John asked as you grinned.

“Paparazzi are behind you have a field day” you said with a smile as John nodded.

“Good” the bassist said with a smile, “after this did you want to give them a show?” he asked with a cheeky wink making you laugh as you shake your head.

“I’ll kiss you, but we are not having sex out here” you said with a grin and a laugh.

“Awh!” John whined, “but the grass and the blanket is so soft” John made a fake pout.

“Nope” you said popping the P with a laugh as the two of you finished your sandwiches and looked at each other.

“Ready?” you asked as you scooted closer to John.

“Let me just bask in this for a moment,” John said softly; the sun had hit just right on you, causing your skin to glow, your eyes to become gems, your smile was dazzling and everything else was just as perfect, “you're so beautiful” John whispered as he dragged his hand up your wrist, to your arm and then your neck and cheek as he leaned closer. Your breath hitched as your eyes darted down to Johns lips before connecting yours with his in a beautiful kiss; it almost felt like the first time you had kissed him.

Roger:

“Look at this!” Roger said as he slammed down the daily newspaper onto the coffee table, a large grin plastered over his face as the band and you looked onto the front page.

‘Roger Taylor of notorious rock band Queen spotted with a beautiful (h/c) haired girl in the passenger seat of his favourite car.

Turn to page 18 for more’

“Oh Rog, I’m so sorry” Brian said, the guitarist slumped back in his chair and rubbed a hand over his face as you picked up the newspaper with a grin.

“What? Why the hell are you apologising for?” Roger said with his hands on his hips, the grin still on his face.

“You don't really like your relationships getting out, and now it's on the front page of every newspaper” Brian said, a sympathetic look on his face as he looked between you and Roger.

“Brian this is exactly what we wanted, we were sick of having to hide everything and having chaste kisses in public and saying we’re just friends” you said with a grin, you stood up quickly and leaped onto Roger, wrapping your arms around the drummers neck as he did the same to your waist and buried his face into your hair laughing.

“Oh, well congrats then” Brian said.

“We should celebrate!” Freddie said with a clap, the singer soon stood up and went out of the room for a moment before coming back in with a bottle of champagne and cups; “to Roger and (Y/n)” Freddie said as he poured the cups and held his up for a toast, everyone was standing in a circle and placed their cups around with Freddies.

“To family” John said with a grin.

“To love” you said, an arm wrapped around Rogers waist and a large grin on your lips.

“To us” Brian said, everyone smiled at this.

“TO US!” the small group said together, cheered, clinked their cups and then took a mouthful. You grinned and bite your lip as you placed your cup down and turned to Roger, giving up a loving kiss.

Freddie (platonic):

“Freddie Freddie!” a journalist shouted over everyone, Freddie nodded to the woman as everyone fell silent and waited, “that girl next to you is that your girlfriend?” she asked, notepad in hand as the cameras flashed everywhere waiting for an answer. Freddie cocked a grin under his moustache as he flicked his cigarette a little to get the ash off into the tray before settling back down into his chair with his leg kicked up onto his opposite knee.

“You darlings would have a field day if I said anything about it” Freddie said with a grin as you snickered next to the singer.

“Freddie; is that your girlfriend?” someone else pressed slightly.

“What if she is?” Freddie asked as he took a drag from his cigarette before handing it to you to make a point, you smirked as you took a drag. The cameras flashed as you blew out smoke and handed the cigarette back to Freddie, “what makes you think she is?” he pressed.

“You’ve been seen together almost the same amount as you have with your band. She's always clinging onto you and flirting with you-”

“So, her being a good friend is now considered a romance?” Freddie asked snidely, “her making sure I'm okay is now romantic? Her being good friends with the rest of my friends makes her my romantic suggestion?” Freddie asked as he tapped his cigarette again.

“That's not what we see-”

“Well maybe you’re looking at it from the wrong fucking way darling!” Freddie said exagerantly, “you don't need to look at anything in a certain way!” the singer rose from his chair and started moving away, cueing you to do the same, “her name is (Y/n) fucking (L/n) and she has been my best friend since our band started” Freddie said finally before giving your cheek a large smooch, “and i wouldnt be anywhere without her” the singer finalized, you grinned and held onto Freddies hand has he guided you to the back room where the rest of the band was waiting with shit-eating grins plastered on their faces.

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BOH RHAP CAST

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Rami:

“Hello Rami how are we today?” the interviewer asked as he sat down in the chair opposite the actor, they shook hands and Rami smiled.

“Rather well actually” Rami spoke, “not too busy and rather quiet” the actor shrugged, “would rather spending it someplace other but it's alright,” the actor said with a laugh. The interviewer laughed as well before beginning his questions.

Time went on and the Interviewer was starting to get to his final questions.

“Now, as a final question and out of the fandoms curiosity; may we ask who this is?” the interviewer asked, a photo of you and Rami on your two year anniversary at your favourite restaurant popped up onto a screen as Rami looked at it before letting a large smile spread over his lips.

“Yes,” Rami paused as he played with his fingers, “that's my girlfriend of two and a half years,” the actor said finally. The interviewer grinned.

“Girlfriend. May i ask more?” the interviewer asked.

“Yes. We talked about coming forward about this and she said it's okay so i'm going to go ahead and do it. Her name is (Y/n) (L/n) and she is the most amazing and beautiful person I have ever met.” Rami coughed softly as he wiggled in his seat slightly, “we first met on the set of Boh Rhap, she was one of the makeup artists as well as personal assistant for me and our costume designer; Julian Day.” Rami paused as he recalled the first time he saw you, “she always brought in our coffee, me, Ben, Joe and Gwil obviously and then Julian. She’d hand out the coffee to the respective people before coming to me and doing my makeup before helping with whatever clothes I had to wear for the scenes and whatnot and even the concert scenes; she’d help me into whatever costume it may be if it was too difficult for one person.” Rami paused again, “I started falling in love with her the first time i heard her laugh, she was laughing at a joke Joe and Ben made together and the moment i heard her laugh and see her smile” Rami shook his head as his gaze turned to utmost love and admiration and appreciation, “I fell for her and i’ve been falling ever since” the actor finished. The interviewer grinned largely.

“Well, it's a little late but congrats!” the interviewer said as the camera cut and the pair stood up to leave.

Ben:

“Love, are you sure you want to do this?” Ben asked as the limousine pulled up to the curb of the red carpet.

“Yes, I am” you said with a strong head nod.

“You know the consequences” Ben said as a statement, “not much privacy, a lot of questions and interviews, and paparazzi” Ben trailed off, you nodded again.

“I promise I'm ready. I don't like having to hide ourselves let alone our relationship” you said with confidence. Ben nodded and held your hand tightly and comfortingly.

“I love you” the boy said, his eyes sparkled with a new flame.

“And i love you too lover boy” you said with a chuckle, you kissed Bens cheek and got out of the car; cameras where already flashing on the red carpet but within twenty seconds they were all onto you and Ben, and the rest of the boys filed out of the car.

“We made it” Joe said with a smile as he fixed his suit.

“The Golden Globes” Gwil said with a large grin as he helped Rami and Lucy out of the car, “next it’ll be the Oscars; i just know it” Gwil said as he looked to Rami and Joe. Interviewers started hounding for each of the boys but Rami made a coughing noise, getting the groups attention.

“I want you all to know,” Rami started as he wrapped an arm around Gwil, Gwil doing the same to Joe and so on, “we’re all in this together, we made this happen, we’ve gotten this far and we will go further” the actor said adamentally, “we’re a family; in it together until the end, and even then we go on”, everyone nodded as Joe wiped his tears with a water smile and Ben squeezed your hand tightly; Lucy gave you a side glance and smiled as she did the same with Ramis hand. “Go out there and give it your all” Rami said finally, everyone looked at each other and nodded as they all made their way onto the carpet. Group photos where first, then individual or with their guest and then just the boys; until the interviews started.

“BEN! BEN!” someone yelled as Ben started walking in the direction, you in tow behind him, “hello Ben!” the lovely woman said as she pointed the microphone to Ben.

“‘Ello” Ben said as he squeezed your hand tightly.

“Who do we have here tonight?” the lady asked with a knowing but loving smile as she pointed the microphone between the two of you.

“This is my lovely girlfriend of five years” Ben said as he looked at you with adorning love in his eyes, this made you blush and bite your lip softly; it was out, and you were proud of it.

“Girlfriend!? Well it’s a little late but congrats! How are we tonight then?” the lady asked. Ben answered most of the woman's questions but still kept the more personal questions at bay (the lady understood this and respected this which you appreciated), Joe and Rami came in for some jokes and giggles and you had never felt happier as you looked up to Ben with an adorning smile, and so much love for him.

Joe:

“Babe you ready?” Joe asked, the crowd cheered around the pair as the ‘kiss-o-cam’ came on the large screen and a young couple blushed before kissing briefly. Since Joe had gotten a lot more famous since Boh Rhap he had started being recognized more and more and since you two had been together for a few years he wanted everyone to know how much he loved you. Bringing out your phone you pointed it to the big screen and started recording just as the camera flipped over to you and Joe, the crowd came in an uproar with cheers as you turned to Joe with a smile and kissed him; the crowd somehow had gotten louder.

“Well would you look at that!” the man over the PA said, “our very own Joe Mazzello from Bohemian Rhapsody has a girlfriend!” the man said, “congrats!” and with that, the ‘kiss-o-cam’ turned back into the scoreboard and the game continued. You let out a giggle as you turned the camera around and smiled as Joe put his head on your shoulder.

“She’s my girlfriend” Joe said as he pointed to you from above with a cheesy grin, you point your finger to him too and grinned.

“He’s my dorky boyfriend” you said, Joe laughed as he kissed your cheek before turning back to the game, you shut off the recording and sent it to Joe who almost immediately took out his phone, saved the video and opened up instagram. Joe turned to you as the crowd grew silent.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked.

“I just kissed you on the ‘kiss-o-cam’, of course im sure” you said with a smile, you kissed Joes cheek as the man nodded and turned back to his phone. Joe typed a cheesy caption, ‘she doesn't like baseball but she definitely likes me’ before adding a ‘aint that right boys?’ and tagging Gwil, Ben and Allen; Joe hit post just as the crowd cheered again and the video started uploading.

“I love you you know” Joe said as he looked at you, his eyes twinkled with adoration.

“I love you too you know” you said to Joe with a grin, Joe bent down again to kiss you passionately as the video posted onto his account.

“Now let's focus on the game and worry about everything else when it gets there, yeah?” Joe asked with a smile.

“Yeah” you said as you cuddled into Joes arm, he closed the app and turned off his data and placed his phone back in his pocket; no distractions.

Gwilym:

“Darling I told you you can get anything you want” Gwil said to you with a grin as you came up to him; you where about to ask permission if you could get one of the books you have been holding before Gwil cut you off with his awaiting answer.

“Yes i know, but i still like to make sure!” you said with a pout, Gwil shook his head with a laugh as he bent down and kissed you softly.

“I know love” Gwil said softly. The flash of a camera brought you back to reality as you saw a group of three friends; all wearing Queen merch.

“A-are you two together?” one girl asked; the one holding the phone pointed towards you and Gwil. You looked to Gwil for a moment as he looked to you.

“Yes, yes we are” Gwil said, you blushed slightly and giggled as the girls whispered and gasped.

“Could we get a photo?” one asked.

“And maybe a signature?” another questioned.

“I’d be happy to but i just want to know if you’re videoing this right now” Gwil asked as he pointed to the phone the girl was holding, she blushed and nodded sadly as if she had been caught committing a crime punishable by death.

“Yeah, I-I’m sorry. I can delete it!” the girl said quickly.

“No it's alright” Gwil said just as fast, you laughed as Gwil stepped forward with you beside him, “We talked about coming forward with our relationship; guess there's no better time than the present” Gwil said with a shrug, you nodded along with him with a large smile as the boy stepped forward to the girls as they held out a phone case, notepad and one girl held out her arms.

“I told myself that if I ever got your autograph i would get it tattooed” the girl said as Gwil finally got to her, this caused Gwil to smile widely.

“It’ll be on you forever so i'll make it pretty” Gwil said, he signed the girls arms before adding a smiley face and writing ‘keep smiling!’ on her arm underneath his signature, “there” Gwil said with a grin.

“Could we get a photo?” a girl asked as she held up her phone; she was still recording. Gwil nodded.

“As long as (Y/n) can get in the photo too” Gwil said, “otherwise no photo”, the girl giggled.

“I was going to ask if she could join us anyway!” she said with a grin, this caused you to smile widely as you got in next to Gwil as his hand wrapped around your waist and then his arm went around one of the girls shoulders on the other side of him as the final one holding the phone took the photo; all of you doing different faces and poses and smiles.

“Thank you so much!” they all said as you waved them off.

“Well they were sweet” Gwil said as he grabbed his books again.

“Now we’re out in the open” you said with a grin and a nod as you grabbed your books too and started walking to the register.

Lucy:

“Darling” Lucy called out to you for a moment as you walked back into the lounge room with two glasses of wine and sat on the couch next to her.

“Yeah love? What's up?” you asked as you took a sip of your wine and curled your feet under yourself.

“I think we should post a photo together” Lucy said as she looked to you.

“Sure” you shrugged, “What photo?” you asked as you picked out your phone and started scrolling through your gallery.

“No, not like my sweet” Lucy said softly as he held down your phone to make you look at her, “like, one of us right now, particularly kissing” she said softly, she looked down to the couch slightly embarrassed as she took a gulp of her drink, “know what just. Don't worry” she smiled and quickly went back to the TV.

“What? Lucy if you want to post something like that then you can” you said quickly with a surprised laugh, “i don't mind love”.

“Are you sure?” Lucy asked, “I mean. Thats alot of hate on us, and not much privacy…”the model trailed off her sentence. You smiled softly and kissed her cheek.

“I’m sure my love” you said softly. Lucy smiled as she pulled out her phone and opened her camera, you got into a comfortable position before pressing your lips to hers and letting her take the photo. You smiled as the two of you split and Lucy went to edit the photo on her phone.

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“Done!” the girl said a few minutes later, the model showed you the photo before posting it. You smiled as she tagged you in the caption and the photo itself.

“Love you baby girl” you said quietly as your phone lit up with the tag and the following likes and follows as Lucy turned to you.

“I love you too my sweet” the girl said before kissing you again.

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dylshoney · 6 years ago

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banter

request: Heyyy love your page! Can you do an imagine that you meet Shawn in NYC and you pretend like you don’t know him although you do. You end up going for coffee and both fall in love with each other. Fluff or smut, or both lmao but like passionate loving smut :)

a/n: i loved this idea and I might have gotten a little carried away - im sorry that I didn’t follow your request fully, i hope you still like it!

warnings: language, oral (male and female receiving), heavy smut

You hummed lightly to yourself, closing your eyes as you tried to ignore the disgusting smell of the New York underground. After a few moments, you pulled out your phone, checking the time – your train would be arriving in four minutes.

You stood from the grimy bench, getting closer to the railway, tapping your foot as you waited for it to show up.

Your eyes widened as they took in the larger figure in front of you, you chocked on your breath as you realized that Shawn fucking Mendes was standing before you.

He was wearing a grey sweatshirt, the hood covering his hair – probably to seem inconspicuous – but it definitely wasn’t working, you recognized him immediately. He was taller than you expected – his shoulders broad and covered with a black bomber jacket.

“Can I help you?” You muttered, your voice shaky as you tried not to seem as nervous as you felt.

He tilted his head, his eyes traveling over you as he smiled, “I’m looking to get to Greenwich Village – do you think you could help me?”

You swallowed, your mind hazy as his eyes bore into yours, “I – uh I’m heading there right now – the train should be coming in the next few minutes. I can tell you which stop to get off at, if you want?”

“That would be amazing, thank you.” You nodded at his words, offering a small smile before he stepped forward, looking down at you, “You from here?”

You shook your head, “I’m here for school – I’m actually from Virginia.”

“School?” He stepped closer, “NYU?”

You tilted your head, “Yeah – how’d you guess?”

“Your bag,” he motioned to the NYU pin on your purse. You blushed, looking away from him – your heart beating faster at the embarrassment.

“I’m Shawn, by the way,” he said, seemingly unaware of your burning cheeks.

You took his extended hand into yours, your eyes fully meeting his for the first time, “Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” He nodded, his smile not fading as he let go of your hand. You almost pouted at the loss of contact, your body hot as he continued looking over at you.

The sound of the train pulling into the station brought you out of your thoughts. You smiled as the large silver machine came into sight – the wagon seemingly filled with people.

“You coming?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at him, Shawn nodded eagerly and stepped into the crowded train after you.

You could see him pull down on his hood, trying to hide more of his face – you resisted the giggle that almost rose out of you as he kept his eyes locked on his feet.

You were silent for a few stops until the train car emptied out a little, the two of you moving to sit on one of the empty benches.

You bit your lip, staring forward, trying to come up with something to say to him, you wanted to keep the conversation going. This was probably the only chance you would ever have to talk to him – so you had to take advantage.

“What brings you to New York?” You asked after a moment, turning slightly to your left to face him.

“Work,” he said, smiling down at you, “But I finally have an off day – so I’m trying to explore.”

“So you’re going to Greenwich?” You tilted your head.

He coughed, looking away from you, “I uh – heard there were some good places to eat.”

You nodded, your mind reeling as you took in his words, “I’m – I’m actually going to this brunch place – Banter? If you – uh – want to come.”

You shut your eyes for a second, immediately regretting the words that left your mouth. You sighed, looking up at him, shocked to see his beautiful face morphed in a smile, “Really?” He asked, leaning closer to you, his cologne filling your senses, “I wouldn’t be intruding?”

You shook your head, “I was planning on getting some reading done for class, but suddenly – introducing a tourist to New York food, seems more important.”

“That does sound like a better use of your time,” His smile was so wide, so raw and blinding that you were tempted to look away.

“The next stop is ours,” you muttered, your heart beating as he finally leaned away from you – giving you a chance to breathe normally.

“Do you like it?” He asked suddenly, your head snapping up to meet his gaze, “New York, I mean?”

You were silent for a moment, your teeth biting into your bottom lip as you tried to think of a good answer, “I do,” you finally settled with, “I mean – it’s big and smelly and crowded,” you paused, “and expensive and – ”

His laughter cut you off, “That doesn’t sound like you enjoy it.”

You shook your head, “You didn’t let me finish,” you nudged his shoulder with yours, suddenly more comfortable with the gorgeous singer, “but, I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. There’s something so special about this place – there’s nowhere else like it.”

He nodded, his tongue running over his lower lip as he looked down at your moving lips, “I gathered that – I’ve only been here a few days, but I love it.”

You grinned, flashing your teeth, “I’m glad to hear that.”

A familiar female voice came over the intercom, letting you know that you had reached your stop, you stood quickly, looking back down at Shawn, “C’mon – let’s make you fall in love with the city more.”

He laughed, standing up and following you. You led him through the crowded streets, your eyes following his every move. He was adorable – completely enthralled with his surroundings, spinning to get a good look at everything.

“I – This is the best part of the city,” he said, your heart practically melting at the look on his face.

You nodded, “It’s one of my favorites – now come on, I’m starving.”

He didn’t protest, keeping your pace as you hurried down the blocks, stopping every few minutes to point something out to him.

You noticed a beautiful yellow brick building ahead of you, a large variety of ivy growing along the right side.

You dug into your bag, pulling out your Polaroid camera and quickly snapping a shot.

“What’re you…” Shawn’s voice brought you out of your thoughts as you spun around to face him.

“I’m trying to make a centerpiece for my living room – my friend thought it would be a good idea to take Polaroids of things I thought were pretty.”

Shawn hummed, a pretty smile forming on his face as he looked down at you, “Pretty things? Do you ever take pictures of people?”

You nodded, suddenly aware of how stupid you probably sounded, “Sometimes.”

“Well in that case,” he extended his hand, his long fingers moving in a beckoning motion. You realized what he was trying to do, setting the camera in his open palm.

“What are you doing?” You laughed as you watched him spin it in his arms, before bringing it to his eyes, the lens trained on you.

“Taking a picture.” Before you could blink, the flash went off, the sound of the camera processing the image of you. You bit your lip as he took the paper into his hand, shaking it lightly.

He waited as the picture began to show up on the white, his smile broadening as he looked down at it.

“Why – “ you shook your head in confusion, nervous about how you looked on the image – probably like a mess.

“This one should go in the middle of the centerpiece.” He handed it to you, your fingers brushing his as you took it from him.

You ran your thumb over the picture – a subconscious smile spreading over you as you looked down at it. You were laughing, your hand extended, as you tried to take the camera from Shawn. You blushed at the look in your eyes that was obviously trained on the boy behind the lens.

“I should really get one of these,” he smiled, moving the camera around in his arms, looking down at it.

“Yeah,” you nodded, putting the Polaroid he had taken, in your purse, “You’re good at taking pictures.”

“It was easy,” he winked, “I had a good muse.”

You rolled your eyes, “Very smooth.”

He shrugged, “I know,” you loved the way he never stopped smiling, “Now let’s go, you promised food.”

You bit your lip as you watched him walk away from you, your eyes glazing over as they traveled over his well-defined shoulders, lowering until you –

“Are you coming or do you want to keep checking me out?” His smug voice made you shut your eyes, your cheeks puffing in embarrassment.

“I wasn’t,” you muttered, walking past him, trying to calm your breathing.

“Don’t worry,” he smirked as he lengthened his strides to catch up to you, “I was checking you out too.”

“I know,” you winked, relishing in the look of shock that traveled over his features. You shook your head, “Kidding!”

He bit his lip as he looked over at you, “You’re – ”

“We’re here!” You cut him off, your mouth watering as you reached, Banter, the beautiful green building bringing a familiar feeling into your chest. You didn’t hesitate in taking his hand and pulling him toward the entrance, his chuckles sounding like music to your ears.

“Someone’s eager,” his voice was low as he spoke into your ear, your face flushing at the heat his tone spread through you. You realized that grabbing his hand was probably not the smartest thing to do – seeing as you only met him an hour ago. You bit your lip, dropping his warm palm and shrugging lightly, “Just hungry,” you tried not to sound too choked up, your legs leading you away from him and to your favorite table.

It was in the back of the café, next to the window, so you had a perfect view of anyone passing by. You smiled as you saw your spot vacant – rushing over to it, with Shawn following closely behind.

“This,” you said with a smile, once you sat down, “Is my favorite place in the city.”

He nodded, looking through the window at the vibrancy outside, “I can see why.”

“Y/n!” A deep voice spoke behind you, making you slightly turn your head, smiling as Evan came into view, sporting his apron.

“Hey, Evan,” you smiled.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” he spoke, his eyes teasing, “Missed you around here.”

You bowed your heat for a second, your cheeks heating up. Evan was attractive, to say the least, he had wavy blonde hair and warm brown eyes – not to mention he was always taking the time to be a little extra nice to you.

“I’ve been busy,” you shrugged, your eyes widening as you looked back at Shawn – whose eyes were trained on you with an unreadable expression, “Evan! This is Shawn – he’s…”

“A friend –” Shawn’s voice cut you off, a reserved smile adorning his features as he expended his hand to Evan who shook it eagerly.

“Nice to meet you man,” he nodded, before looking back at you, “It’s good to finally see y/n with a friend, was beginning to think she didn’t have any of those.”

You chocked on your breath, “I – Evan,” you rolled your eyes, turning back to Shawn, “I do – I have friends.”

You loved the smile he replied with, the sunlight hitting his perfect skin just right – making it look like he was glowing.

“Kidding, babe.” Evan winked, your cheeks heating once again, as he brought out his notepad and pen, “What’ll it be today?”

Your eyes traveled to Shawn’s face, but he was already looking at you, probably waiting for you to answer first, “I’ll uh –” you bit your lip, looking over the menu which you had already memorized, “I’ll have the breakfast burrito, with everything except – ”

“Mushrooms, I know,” Evan cut you off with a smile, “Shawn?”

“I’ll have the same,” Shawn said, his voice low as he looked up at Evan.

“And drinks?” Evan stared back at him, an unrecognizable look on his face.

“Water,” you said, your smile faltering as they both snapped their gazes to you, “Please,” you added as an afterthought.

“Lemonade for me,” Shawn nodded at Evan, who smiled, winking at you – almost suggestively, “I’ll have your food out, in a jiffy.”

He was gone before you had the chance to reply, shaking your head with a smile as you turned back to look at Shawn, “So …”

“Is your boyfriend okay with him talking to you like that?”

You blinked, tilting your head in confusion as you watched his expectant gaze, “I don’t – I,” you paused, a grin spreading on your face as realization flooded over you, “Very subtle way of asking if I’m single.”

His cheeks flushed with color as he looked away from you for a moment, his eyes flickering as he stuttered, “I – I wasn’t – ”

You hummed, a teasing grin on your face, “I am.” His head snapped back at you as you nodded, “Single I mean.”

He exhaled through his nose, his tongue running over his bottom lip quickly. Your chest tightened at the movement, a heat spreading through you as you clenched your legs tightly. You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to calm your breathing; you did not just get turned on by a guy wetting his lips.

“Y/n?” Shawn’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, your heart pounding as you noticed his hand, placed over yours – obviously trying to get your attention.

“Everything okay?” He tilted his head, “You like – zoned out for a second there.”

“Sorry,” you cleared your throat, “Got lost in my thoughts.”

“You come here often?” His smile was gentle, enticing – he never removed his hand from yours.

You shrugged, “I guess, I haven’t been in a while though – exams have really been kicking my ass.”

“What do you study?”

“Politics and international business.”

“Wow,” his eyes widened, he leaned back in his seat, his hand, unfortunately, leaving yours, “Beauty and brains.”

You bit your lip, a smile threatening to show, “You forgot brawn.” You brought one of your arms up – trying to flex. He threw his head back, eyes shutting as he laughed loudly, “Whoa – are you threatening me?”

You shrugged, warmth spreading through you at the look he was giving you, “Maybe.”

“Good to know.”

“One lemonade and one water,” Evan’s cheery tone snapped your eyes away from Shawn, watching as Evan placed the glasses in front of you.

“Thank you,” you nodded.

He smiled in response, “Food will be ready in five.”

“Okay,” you said, confused as to why he was just standing there – an expectant look on his face.

Shawn coughed, snapping Evan out of his daze, “Hah,” he muttered, “I’ll be – I’ll be back soon.”

You raised your eyebrows after he stalked off, your gaze flashing back to Shawn’s, “What – ”

“He’s going to ask you out.” He said, a knowing smile on his face as he anticipated your reaction.

You felt your throat get dry, “What? No – he’s – we’re just friends,” you finally chocked out.

“I recognize the look on his face,” Shawn smirked, “Trust me on this.”

You groaned, bringing your face into your palm, “This is going to be so awkward.”

“Why?” He tilted his head in confusion.

“Because I’m going to say no,” you almost giggled at the look of shock on his face, his lips set in a small oh, “You weren’t able to deduce that part?”

He shook his head, a bashful look on his face, “I actually thought you were going to say yes – and then ditch me.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” you mumbled, “I promised I would make you fall in love with New York and I plan to keep that promise.”

You were silent for a few seconds, your chest tightening, as he didn’t respond, “I mean – unless you have other plans.”

“No,” he said almost immediately, “I have all day.”

“Okay,” you almost sighed in relief.

“Two breakfast burritos,” Evan’s curst voice filled the silence, placing the steaming plates of food in front of you, “Enjoy.”

“Thank – ” he was gone before you could finish, your words trailing off.

“This looks delicious,” Shawn said, probably to distract you from whatever the hell was going on with Evan.

You nodded, your mouth watering at the scent, “This is my favorite thing on the menu,” you hummed.

An hour later you were laughing at something Shawn had said, your head bent over the table as you tried to contain your giggles, “He didn’t.”

Shawn chuckled, “He did. Geoff smelled like tuna for the next four days.”

You shut your eyes, another wave of laughter bursting through you. You could feel a leg brush against yours under the table, immediately shutting you up – shivers running through your body.

“Sorry,” Shawn’s voice was husky, your eyes snapping up to him, “Accident.”

You nodded, biting your lip, turning away from him so he couldn’t see your flaming face. He hadn’t removed his leg.

You coughed, “H - How was it then, being with him on tour?” You tried to ignore the warmth of his skin against yours, your heart beating faster as his eyes never left you.

“Good,” He ran his tongue over his lip again, your legs clenching at the movement, eyes shutting as you released a shaky breath. Fuck.

“Everything okay?” He asked, his leg grazing yours again.

Your eyes traveled up to his again, a knowing smirk on his features. That prick. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“F – fine.” You nodded, “Just a little hot is all.”

He muttered something under his breath, his eyes trailing over you.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing,” he grinned, “I didn’t say anything.”

“Okay – ” You cut yourself off, your gaze shifting to Shawn’s left where Evan was quietly walking over to you.

He arrived at the edge of your table, handing the check to Shawn, “Your bill.”

“Actually –” You huffed, extending your arm to reach for it, but Shawn pulled it back immediately.

“I got it,” he smiled.

“C’mon Shawn,” you bit your lip, “Let’s split it at least.”

He ignored you, placing his card in the leather bound and handing it to Evan, who nodded and walked away.

“You didn’t need to do that.”

He shook his head, leaning up to rest on his elbows, his face getting closer to yours across the tiny table, “Think of it as a thank you for helping me.”

You were silent, watching his eyes travel down your face before stopping at your pouting lips. You smirked internally, lightly biting into your lower lip.

Shawn tensed immediately, leaning away from you, his gaze traveling to his lap. You saw color filling his cheeks, a small smile threatening to show.

“Everything okay?” You smirked, teasingly.

“Don’t do that,” he shook his head, his eyes darkening as he looked over at you.

“Why?” You smiled innocently.

“Tease.”

You felt a shiver travel through your body, your senses heightened at his voice.

“Do you – ” he exhaled, leaning closer to you, “Do you want to come back to my hotel?”

All you could do was nod, your mind hazy at the intensity of his gaze on you, far too much.

You sat in the taxi, watching Shawn shamelessly. His locks were moving in the wind, looking so fucking soft. You had to resist every urge to crawl over to him and take his hair into your hands. He was staring out the window, his eyes so wide and beautiful – trying to take in everything you were passing.

“Shawn,” you mumbled before you could stop yourself.

“Hm?” You felt like your skin was burning, his eyes locked on you.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you,” you bit your lip, an internal battle inside you, “I uh – I knew who you were.”

His eyebrows shot up, a teasing smile on his face, “Trying to hide that you’re a fan, huh honey?”

Your cheeks were hot, “I – ”

You looked out the window, not knowing how to respond. But he needed to know, with where things were heading – it would be wrong of you to keep it from him.

You blinked, his hand lightly touching your knee as he scooted closer to you. His scent consumed you as you took a deep breath, turning to look at him.

He was closer than you expected, his face barely a foot from yours. His hand tightened the grip on your knee as you released a shaky breath.

“I haven’t been honest with you either,” he muttered, his voice dark as you watched his pupil dilate.

You hummed, not able to take your eyes off him as he smiled slowly, “I didn’t intend to go to Greenwich – but I heard a gorgeous girl talking to someone on the phone, telling them where she was going,” your eyes widened in realization, as he continued, “And I figured – that’s where I need to be.”

You bit your lip, leaning closer to him, his eyes locking on your mouth, “I’m glad you decided to eavesdrop.”

He groaned lightly, his hand coming up to hold your cheek, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes flickered up to his, a small smile on your face as you nodded. He didn’t hesitate – his lips on yours in seconds.

You inhaled sharply, your eyes shut as you moved closer to him. You took his hoodie in your hands, fisting the material, trying to get as close as possible.

His hand was holding your cheek lightly, his tongue running over your lips – eliciting a small moan. He took his chance, slipping it into your mouth, your mind going blank as you began to explore every part of him.

“No sex in my car!”

You flinched back, Shawn’s hand falling down as you both turned to face the cab driver. He was glaring at you through the rearview mirror.

“Sorry, sir.” Shawn coughed.

The man rolled his eyes, “We’re here.”

You pulled out your wallet, digging through your cash when Shawn pinched you – your head snapping up to see that he had already paid.

“Shawn, you can’t keep – ”

He cut you off, stretching across you to open your door, gesturing for you to get out of the car, “After you.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, “I’m paying next time.”

He slides out after you, his tall frame straightening up, “There’s going to be a next time?”

You shrugged, “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

You grinned at the sound of his chuckles behind you, jogging a little to meet your hurried pace, “Why the rush, honey?”

You loved the pet name, the familiar heat filling you again, “I’d just really like to see your room.”

He seemed to understand what you were getting at, his large hand gripping yours as he led you to the elevators, his long legs making it hard for you to keep up.

He pressed the button a few times dramatically, his hand never leaving yours. You laughed as the doors opened, Shawn practically carrying you inside.

“What’re you –”

Your words were lost into his mouth, his lips suddenly on yours as he pushed you against the elevator wall – the two of you completely alone in the luxurious space.

You moaned into his mouth, his hands traveling down your body to grip your bum, lifting you up against him. You wrapped your legs around him, his large hands holding you up as you explored his mouth. He tasted like lemonade and strawberry gum – a sensation that you wanted to be immersed in forever.

The familiar ding of the elevator doors opening made you pull away, Shawn whimpering at the loss of contact.

He reconnected your lips before you had a chance to say anything, a giggle rushing through you, “Shawn,” you mumble into his mouth, “Someone’s going to see.”

He shook his head, turning around, making you gasp as he began to carry you through the hallway, his large hands still gripping your ass.

“Penthouse,” he groaned, “It’s just us.”

You threw your head back, eyes completely shut as he began kissing down your jaw, and beginning to suck under your ear.

You heard the click of a door opening behind you, as Shawn slid his key into the lock. He didn’t hesitate to rush into the hotel room. You were almost tempted to stop and look around the room, but his eagerness and the sensation of his mouth on you, made your head spin far too much to think about anything else.

He walked through the hallway, pushing open a door and into another room. Moments later, your back was hitting the plush material of a bed, Shawn’s body falling down on top of you.

Your movements were hurried – impatient to feel him, feel all of him. He shrugged off his bomber jacket, your hands gripping his sweatshirt shortly after – helping him throw it over his head.

“Whoa,” you couldn’t stop yourself, as your eyes traveled over his defined body. God, his arms.

He smirked, suddenly a more confident version of the Shawn you met. His hands traveled down to your hips – taking the soft material of your top, before pulling it up over your head and throwing it behind him.

He reconnected your lips, his arms wrapping around you, bringing you up on your knees before him. His hands grasped your bra, the clip snapping in seconds, a gasp leaving your mouth as he pulled it off you – your tits on full display.

“Fuck, y/n,” you whimpered at his tone, your eyes traveling to his large bulge. You licked your lips, hands grasping his jeans and quickly unbuttoning them.

He helped you pull them down his toned legs, quickly kicking off his shoes and socks as his body landed on you again, your back on the bed once again.

“Please,” you mumbled, as his hands trailed over your skirt, teasing you.

You could feel him smirk against your mouth, his hands gripping the band of it before pulling it down roughly. You threw your head back as his fingers took the straps of your thong, slowly pulling it down your legs.

You opened your eyes, shyly looking up at him over you, nervous to be completely bare in front of such a gorgeous man.

“I – “ he groaned, his fingers trailing your hip lightly, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You smiled, about to respond – but he was quicker, his fingers traveling between your legs, grazing over where you needed him most.

“Shawn,” you gasped, your eyes shutting as he opened your legs for him.

His fingers moved over you, purposely avoiding your clit, “Tell what you want.”

You shivered at his voice, your mind too hazy to say anything.

“Tell me, baby,” he repeated.

“You - Your fingers,” you gasped, two of his slender digits filling you immediately. He lightly moved them in and out, your back arching off the bed as you tried to get closer to the sensation.

You could feel him move down the bed, your eyes about to open – when you felt his tongue travel over your clit.

You moaned loudly, your toes curling as he moved his skillful mouth over your bundle of nerves. His fingers began to move faster, your body slightly beginning to shake at the overwhelming pleasure.

“Shawn,” you dug your teeth into your bottom lip. He could sense the urgency in your voice, his movements picking up, his tongue making unbelievable bursts of pleasure shoot through you.

“Come for me.” His words broke you, your entire body shaking as you fell apart – his name flying out of your mouth through a mixture of moans. He didn’t slow his pace until you were twitching under him.

Your eyes remained closed as you tried to calm your breathing, Shawn climbed over you, his lips reconnecting to yours again. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips – your hands moving to cup his cheeks.

He pecked your lips once more, rolling off of you and getting up off the bed.

Your eyes opened as you sat up on your elbows, following his almost bare body as he dug through his duffel bag.

“Shawn?” Your voice was soft, shaky as you tried to contain yourself.

He grinned as he turned around, his eyes trained on your form – naked and ready for him. He raised his hand, a silver condom placed between his fingers.

You grinned, sitting up onto your knees as he reached you again. He stood on the side of the bed, your hands traveling over his body – relishing as he shivered under your touch.

You gripped his boxers, sliding them down – his length hitting his lower stomach. You almost drooled at the sight; he was far bigger than anyone you’d ever been with.

You took him into your hands, pumping lightly, loving the sounds he produced. You leaned closer to him – your eyes shut as you wrapped your lips over him, your mouth beginning to move up and down.

Shawn moaned, his hand gripping your hair as you bobbed up and down. He was too big for you to fit into your mouth, your hand massaging everything you couldn’t take. You moaned as he lightly bucked into your mouth- making you gag.

“Baby,” he mumbled, your pace picking up at his urgency.

“Baby, stop,” he said, your eyes widening as he pulled you off him – your mouth coming up to wipe your chin. You tilted your head in confusion, your nerves heightening. Did you do something wrong? “Is everything o –”

“Ride me,” he practically growled, “Please.”

You nodded, your eyes darkening as he lay down on the bed, his hand gripping his hard length – moving it up and down.

You bit your lip in anticipation, crawling over to him, before swinging your leg over him.

You looked down into his eyes – already trained on you.

“Ready?” He asked softly, his hands lightly gripping your hips.

“God, yes.” You moaned, taking his dick into your hand, lining it up with your core – slowly sinking down on him.

You both moaned simultaneously, your head falling back as your eyes shut. You moved lower, his length filling you completely, you hissed at the feeling of him stretching you completely.

You stayed still for a few moments, adjusting to his size, before beginning to bounce slowly.

You loved the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips as he began to match your pace, your mouth opens in a silent scream as the pleasure waves through you.

You started moving faster, his length hitting your sweet stop every time. Your eyes were shut so tight, that you were seeing stars.

“Fuck,” you heard him mutter under you, his hips snapping up to meet yours. You gasped as he gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he slammed up into you.

You were practically screaming as your tits bounced up, his dick hitting the deepest parts of you.

“I – I’m close,” you stuttered, your hand moving down to rub your clit.

He began moving faster, feeling you clench around him as you reached your high.

“Sh – Shawn,” you repeated his name until your throat was sore, the familiar pit in your stomach growing until you felt yourself let go.

You fell apart over him, your body clenching as he moaned, your release triggering his as his thrusts became sloppy.

“Y/n,” he growled, your hands gripping his as you took his hands off your hips, your body traveling down his as you pulled the condom off his length and placed him into your mouth.

You bobbed up and down on him, his dick twitching in your mouth as you moaned around it. You took his balls into your hand, massaging lightly as his moans got louder, your name leaving him like a chant.

Your lips began to move faster, urging him to completion. You moaned at the sound of him falling apart above you, his length twitching as he came into your mouth in warm spurts.

You took everything he gave you, swallowing as you sat up, bringing your hand up to wipe your lips.

You barely had a chance to blink, before his arms wrapped around you, pulling your body onto his, the two of you falling back in a whirl of giggles.

He moaned as you reconnected your lips again – the kiss gentler, less rushed than the other ones.

“Y/n,” he whispered as you pulled away, your head resting on his chest.

You hummed, lightly running your fingers over his body.

“You did it,” he spoke, his arms wrapping tighter around you as he covered your bodies with a soft sheet, “I am officially in love with New York.”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes au #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes one shot #blurb #imagines #imagine #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes fanfic #fanfic #shawn mendes smut #smut #writing #request

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iridescentides · 5 years ago

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CREATOR SPOTLIGHT: Colleen (@summercohen)

Support your local gif makers! In celebration of my one year gif-iversary, I am posting shoutouts to gif makers who have motivated and inspired me with their creativity in the past year. This post is for Colleen, whose gifs can be found here.

I first found Colleen’s blog through the notes on a Barry gifset that I had posted, and something about her reblog set her apart immediately. Colleen is overwhelmingly supportive and kind towards others about their art. We weren’t following each other at the time and had never exchanged words, yet she poured out a passionate set of tags that had me smiling for the rest of the week. It is this exact type of care and encouragement that we need more of on this website to keep content creators going. Not only is Colleen a skilled editor, but she is a driving force in this online community of creators who are seldom appreciated for their work. When looking at Colleen’s gifs, the sharpness of the images and the creativity she puts into them make her stand out as a gif maker. Colleen is both a seasoned creator and a role model for kindness, passion, and individuality.

MUST-SEE EDITS

A Star is Born Script Excerpts - This set showcases the creative ways that Colleen memorializes some of her favorite media. Going through her tag you will see multiple gifsets from A Star is Born, and this is generally Colleen’s style; she has central interests that she pays close attention to, giffing those subjects to perfection in many different ways. Her consistency and dedication are admirable. In this gifset, she used text as a creative asset to the images, pulling script excerpts from the film and overlaying them on top of the visuals of the scenes. This is such an inventive concept, and she executed it beautifully, from the sharpness of the scenes to the skillful blurring of certain pieces of text.

Cool - This gifset gives us a sense of Colleen’s eye for color (along with her love of the Jonas Brothers). The bold, stunning blues and cyans are the star of the show here, and they are brilliantly accented by pinkish reds and a few pops of orange. In addition to making strong and impactful color choices, Colleen chose very compelling pieces of the video. Image selection can make or break a gifset, and this is a category in which Colleen always excels. Placing the close up, predominantly red shot of all three brothers looking towards the camera in the center was a clever choice to break up the blue and draw attention. Colleen has a superb eye for composition.

Eleven - According to the tags on this set, creating this one was a somewhat experimental process for Colleen. She made the decision to try something new and combine still images with gifs when building Eleven’s aesthetic. The still images enhance the subtle softness of the collection of images, and the muted coloring creates a sense of wonder, danger, and a bit of childlike fear. In this set, Colleen cropped gifs in a clever and intentional way, using only parts of Eleven’s face to convey closer detail. This set creates a full-body summary, as we see her hands, her feet, a bit of her torso, and her face, all in different pieces that combine into a well-rounded whole.

The Jonas Brothers - “#im dead from making this pls support me.” The time and effort that must have gone into this breathtaking rainbow creation should be considered and appreciated. 63 individual gifs make up this colorful set, and Colleen took the time to create, color, and combine them all into the finished product. Each grouping of gifs blends beautifully into the next, as the vibrant hues play off of each other perfectly. In this set we see all stages of the iconic three-piece band, from their adorable Disney Channel beginnings to their current mature style, and everything in between. This set was a work of pure passion, and with it Colleen embodied the reason we make gifs - to showcase the things we love.

Willy - It’s no secret that Colleen loves Bill Hader, and in this gif series she has compiled a collection of his sexiest characters. This gifset stands out from the crowd for its subtle, but unifying, use of blue and cyan. While the coloring of this set isn’t overwhelmingly vibrant or flashy, Colleen used her refined eye for color to create a sense of harmony and calm. The color blue is here to complement, but not detract from, the subject, and we find ourselves drawn to the character at the focal point of the set. The bottom left gif is particularly captivating for its combination of different shades of blue.

CREATOR’S TOP PICKS

Colleen loves all her sets equally, so go ahead and stalk her #mine tag to pick your favorites!

Thank you to Colleen for inspiring me over the past year! Be sure to check out all of her amazing gifsets, reblog them, and leave nice feedback!

#creator spotlights #1yrgif #summercohen #tusercolleen

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elopez7228 · 4 years ago

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Scenic Route 8/47

Read on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/18268208/chapters/43229774

Start over : https://elopez7228.tumblr.com/post/620919089893933056/scenic-route-0147

***

After finishing her cheese burger, (No, please, no more refills) Rey called Jessica. She had to lie about the details of her setbacks and the circumstances that had led her to haul a dog on a 3,500 kilometer road trip. She explained that she had loaned a car and was improvising from there. Yes, she was doing better. Yes, morale was high for now. No, she hadn’t run into any guns or cowboys (yet), but she had seen buffalos (from afar) and the scenery was absolutely beautiful. Alright, she would send pictures.

Placing the phone in front of her, she smiled as innocently as possible at the front camera and hit “send” on the photo.

Everything was fine on Betterton Street according to Jessica. Finn and Poe had been talking the talk, they apparently spent an entire afternoon discussing Rey-drunk-in-the-street and Ben-the-tall-dark-mystery-man. They unanimously wanted to know: who was this guy and what was the nature of their relationship ?

Rey rolled her eyes. He wasn’t anyone in particular. He was a random fellow from Denver who was both attractive and repulsive, but in his defense they had started off on the wrong foot, that’s all.

“No, Jess, I didn’t sleep with him. But if you think it’s hilarious that Finn believes I did, go ahead and have fun with it. You can tell him that I spent a night of passion with Ben Solo, rockstar and lead singer of KYLO & THE KNIGHTS OF REN. That way he’ll realize that I don’t miss him and that I’m doing just fine without him. And if he gets jealous—even better. Ask him how he thought I felt when I imagined him in bed with Poe.”

She ended the call there.

She finished her fries, covering the top of her glass with her palm to stop the waitress from refilling it again (had they gone mad here?) as she scrolled through her phone lazily. She was feeling nice and comfy in this 50s style greasy spoon—with its abundance of zinc, black and white tiled floors and red and pink neon signs. There was WiFi and air conditioning, and she balked at the idea of returning to her oven of a car.

Her finger traced over the selfie she had just taken. Her cheeks were rosy and her eye bags less prominent, how many days had she managed without crying? In the background sat a tall blonde woman in a buzz cut, looking straight in her direction.

Photobomb, Rey thought glumly. But the woman’s piercing blue gaze was locked onto the camera, as if by design. As if they were both looking at the same thing. Rey turned around to see if she was still there. She wasn’t.

A family of four were helping themselves to a small basket of nuggets. At the counter, a lone diner in jeans and a tank top sipped on a drink.

Shrugging, she pocketed her phone and tapped her palms against her thighs to get BB8’s attention. BB was also taking advantage of the air conditioning as she layed stretched out underneath the table. She got up clumsily once Rey gently tugged on her collar.

It was time to hit the road again, they could manage a few hundred kilometers by nightfall. The vast land sprawled in front of Rey’s eyes once more, set to the particular rock rhythm of Kylo & the Knights. Little by little, their surroundings transformed into the desert. Yellow earth littered with spiny shrubs and cacti.

She passed Rock Springs at 2:30 PM, taken by the frankly apocalyptic view.

Columns of smoke billowed overhead, likely from mines or factories. Rusted trucks rolled by. It was a sprawling urban hellscape straight out of Mad Max. The empty mountain side inspired a certain sort of fantasy—it gave new meaning to “the hills have eyes”.

A few more kilometers to the west and she would have hit Utah. But Rey deviated to the north. As she approached the crest of the hill, she was stupefied. She had stumbled upon Eden Valley, surrounded by forest and freshwater rivers. Rey was slack-jawed. She hadn’t seen this much green since she left England. The feeling was almost spiritual and she could feel her eyes watering.

A few hours later, after two bathroom breaks for the dog and a mini-walk, they crossed city limits into Jackson Hole. It was a ski resort town. Nestled at the foot of the green slopes, the town was the perfect summertime spot for hiking tours, hunters, and weary Yellowstone travelers. The hotels were pricey and the food was mediocre at best but it didn’t seem to matter.

She obtained a camping spot just outside the city at Curtis Canyon Campground. BB8 wandered as Rey set up the tent and her mattress for the night. Having unloaded the bulk of her belongings from the car, she was finally able to notice an inscription on the mat lining the boot: “MILLENIUM FALCON”. She smiled. Didn’t all pilots give their baby a name? This old hunk of junk had just won her over.

And so Rey piloted the re-baptized Millennium Falcon into the city in search of dinner. She parked the car in the heart of town, taking a selfie in front of a massive wooden archway decorated solely with deer antlers, then made her way into a noisy yet poorly-lit bar.

Seated at the counter, she ordered a light beer and a Caesar salad while she texted Jessica. She attached the selfie she snapped in the adjoining room.

And then she saw the shadow. What the hell?

She zoomed in on her screen, heart pounding. A blurry silhouette stood a few meters behind her—the same woman with cropped blonde hair.

No way, I must be seeing things.

Rey looked up from her phone and scanned her surroundings. Any second now, she would see the mysterious woman in the room. But she didn’t.

I must be imagining all this.

But the doubt crept in. She did her best to bottle the anxiety, to think of something else. But the question remained—who was this woman? Was this just a coincidence? After all, she had followed the typical route from Denver to Yellowstone and Penny’s Diner had been pretty much exactly in the middle of the way...other travelers could have stopped there for lunch too, it was totally plausible.

She scarfed down her salad, still deep in though. A woman offered to buy her a drink but she politely declined.

Afterwards, she placed some cash on the bar-top and thanked the bartender. Her heart was pounding again as she went out onto the street, there was a gut feeling she just couldn’t shake. She turned the corner to get to the car and—

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

A tall woman, the same one with the short blonde hair, was leaning over her car door and tugging at the handle. She jumped at Rey’s tone, scrambling away.

Rey felt icy beads of sweat slide down her spine. She hadn’t been imagining anything, she knew something was off. So much for coincidence. Furious, she marched over to the woman and raised her voice even more:

"Are you trying to break into my car? I'm going to call the police!"

The woman held her hands up in the universal gesture of innocence. "Well excuse me, I just thought it was mine. There's no need to make a big deal," she said simply.

" Really ? You also happen to have a dingy 1977 Oldsmobile with handpainted brown paneling on the front? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Screaming like a fury helped Rey cover up her insecurity. Why was this woman following her? What was she up to?

BB8 was barking furiously at the woman too, and Rey noted to congratulate her later. She had caught on very quickly.

The woman rolled her eyes and turned on her heels, turning the corner and disappearing into the street. Rey followed her, red-faced, before deciding to let her go.

She reconsidered calling the police as she held her phone once more. Who would believe her story? Some girl from Britain being chased by a mystery woman for 800 kilometers, a futile attempt to steal a car that didn't leave a scratch? They would surely laugh at her. She was wasting time. She had to move on by herself.

All those who bore witness to this altercation in the town square quickly turned away. They avoided the seething girl with the English accent and hastily took their leave.

Rey, heart racing and temples pulsing, bent down to pet BB8 in praise. BB was still in attack mode--growling and baring her teeth.

"Bravo, BB8. You did it, you protected me, good girl. That's a good girl,"

BB yelped and licked her nose.

"Come on, let's go. But first, I'll have to buy you a treat."

Google indicated there was an Albertson's grocery store that closed at midnight on Buffalo Way. There, she bought fried chicken bites for BB8 and cookies for herself. For breakfast...and dessert. Okay, she bought two packets of them. It was high time for some comfort food.

Something on the bulletin board just outside the store (boasting public service announcements and local yard sales) caught Rey's eye. It was a flyer that she read twice to make sure she wasn't mistaken.

KYLO & THE KNIGHTS OF REN

WEST TOUR

A sticker on the flyer displayed upcoming show dates at Jackson Hole.

The Mangy Moose, July 5th

She grimaced. She was driving around randomly in an area that was roughly 10 million kilometers squared, populated by about 325 million people. But she kept running into the same man in one small town or another. It was infuriating.

It was the third of July. She decided not to linger around Jackson Hole, she wanted to put as much distance as possible between herself and the blonde madwoman. Too bad for the concert.

It's not like she wanted to go anyway, she didn't want to run into Ben Solo again at all. Nor did she want to see the look on his face when he saw her out in public again.

Who are you trying to convince?

She waved away the pesky whispering voice in her head. It was time to go to bed.

On the way back to camp, she fed BB the fried chicken bites. She took down her tent and instead set up her sleeping gear in the back of the car. She didn't have as much legroom, but at least no one would be able to get away with breaking in unannounced.

Her phone was at eight percent battery. She had to recharge immediately. There was no way she would spend the night alone in a camp with no phone. She wouldn't live to see the day.

She slipped into her jacket and left BB8 to guard mothership-Millenium-Falcon while she headed to the camp entrance. Everything was closed, with the exception of an ill-lit vending machine. She found an outlet and sat on the floor to wait for her phone to finish charging. She was there for at least half an hour.

She couldn't stop thinking about why anyone would want that car. What was so special about it?

Her fingers trembled as she dialed Leia Skywalker--if anyone would know it would be her.

970-571-3350

There was no dial tone. Just a robotic voice informing her that the phone number you have dialed is not available . Rey was immediately taken aback. What the hell? She had certainly dialed this number before.

She tried again. Same number, same error message.

Her hands became unsteady. Unavailable? She had called that number barely a couple days ago. She had met Leia Skywalker in the flesh--ate with her and slept at her house. What did this mean? Was Leia using a burner phone to keep in touch with Rose, was this deliberate? But to what end?

The long-term implications of such machinations were beyond Rey, who was already battling anxious thoughts. What was it, what did they want?

Suddenly, she remembered the existence of Luke Skywalker. She had his number too, it was literally engraved into the dog's collar tag.

She dialed it shakily.

909-667-5721

The phone number you have dialed is not available.

Rey let out a scream and threw her phone down. It clattered against the damp floor.

She got up, heart racing and head pounding. Her breath was short and her hands were freezing.

Who could she talk to? Jessica?

Apart from worrying the living daylights out of her, there was nothing to be done. Rey had Leia's physical address since she had texted it to Jessica, but what was she going to do with it? Call the police to report the car? Tell them about the cute dog and the impressive change of number? It was ridiculous. No one would be able to help.

What were her other options?

She had to take the dog to the address in San Francisco, an address she hoped still existed, because the corresponding telephone number was clearly garbage.

Could she back out? She still had to get to San Francisco by the 15th. How was she supposed to change plans if she didn't have plans in the first place? She had mentioned Yellowstone to Leia but not much else.

Abandon the dog? No, the poor animal had no way to fend for herself. Abandon the car? She could hardly continue on foot. She looked down.

Her phone case had been partially damaged due to the fall.

She bent down gingerly to pick it up. Examining it to make sure that the phone itself was intact, she noticed a slip of paper sticking out between the case and the phone itself. Her eyes widened as she pulled it out with her fingertips. She turned it over to read the back:

Ben

970-663-8876

#reylo #fanfiction #scenic route #modern AU

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omgjasminesimone · 5 years ago

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Happiest Place on Earth Epilogue

Logan x MC (Ellie)

Previous Part

Summary: Logan and Ellie spend their first night as an engaged couple at the Disneyland Hotel.

Word count: 4400

Rating: NSFW

Author’s Note: Mar wanted an epilogue, and Des requested smut, so here is the smutty epilogue to my fluffy Disneyland story. Very smutty, because I don’t usually do smut and I wanted to challenge myself, so be warned.

Ellie spends the rest of the afternoon very distracted by Logan’s earlier words. Is he actually planning to propose today? Or did he mean at some future Disneyland trip? Or was it more of a theoretical, would she like a public proposal question? Or maybe he was just teasing her, wanting her on edge as they navigate through Disneyland’s many rides and attractions. Towards the end of the evening, when he still hasn’t proposed although he dropped down to one knee to tie his shoes, twice, (Ellie’s heart stopped both times, before being let down when he didn’t produce a ring) Ellie starts to believe he was just kidding. She tries to bite back her disappointment, but she can’t.

They’ve only been back together 6 months. In total, they’ve been together less than a year. She shouldn’t be disappointed, they need more time. They’re still so young. It’s fine. It will happen when it happens, and then they’ll have the family he was telling her about. There’s no rush, although he didn’t have to get her hopes up. Kind of a cruel joke when she thinks about it. If it wasn’t his birthday, she’d give him a piece of her mind.

She’s so in her head as they walk towards World of Color that she doesn’t notice Logan stop until their intertwined fingers bring her to a jarring stop. She turns to look at him curiously, but he’s looking out into the crowd for something, or someone. She sees his eyes brighten when he spots whatever he’s looking for, and then his gaze turns to her. His gaze is softer than it’s ever been before, and so full of love that she immediately knows what’s coming.

“I love you Ellie.” Logan says, voice strong and clear even though inside he’s a bundle of nerves. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I hope this doesn’t freak you out, I hope it’s not too much, but honestly, you’re everything to me. You’re what keeps me going. I thought about you when I got my GED in jail, and I thought about you when I considered joining a prison gang for protection, it was my desire to get back to you that convinced me not to do it. Sometimes, when I get my mechanic paycheck and I think about how much more money I was making in crime, I have a fleeting thought about going back, but then I think about you, and how I want to be the kind of man who deserves to be with you, and it keeps me on the right path. I didn’t know I could love someone at all, let alone as much as I love you Ellie. I want to feel this way forever. I want to be with you forever.”

Tears are steadily falling down her cheeks by this point in his speech, her hand clasped over her mouth as he goes down to one knee. Passerby’s stop, peering in on the intimate moment.

“Ellie Wheeler, will you make me the happiest man on Earth, in the happiest place on Earth, by agreeing to marry me?” Logan proposes, offering her a modest but beautiful diamond ring from his sweatshirt pocket. Ellie can’t get any words out, staring down at Logan and trying to determine if this is real life. Logan starts to look nervous when she still hasn’t answered. “Come on troublemaker, you can’t turn me down on my birthday in front of everyone at Disneyland.” Logan tries to tease, but he stutters over the words a little, revealing how nervous he is that she actually might say no.

Ellie can’t keep him in suspense any longer, nodding frantically as she falls into his arms, kissing him passionately as the crowd applauds around them. “Thank God.” Logan mutters when they break for air. “I gave you the heads up earlier so you wouldn’t be blind sighted. So you could tell me no in the privacy of my car, but you didn’t answer.”

“You didn’t say it like a real question. I thought you might have been asking rhetorically. I’ve been obsessing over what you meant all day.” Ellie reveals.

Logan chuckles, slipping the ring onto her finger. It’s a perfect fit because he measured her ring finger a couple of months ago when she was asleep. Ellie raises her hand to her eyes, admiring how the ring catches the lights reflecting from World of Color behind them. “So, does this live up to your Disneyland proposal fantasies from when you were a little girl?”

“Technically, we’re at California Adventures now.” Ellie corrects, smirking when Logan looks flabbergasted.

“Wait, are they actually different?” Logan asks, looking disappointed in the fact that he might have slightly flubbed the proposal he’s been planning for years now.

Ellie shakes her head no, reassuring him with a sweet kiss. “No, this is perfect. California Adventures is definitely part of Disneyland. You’ve made all my childhood fantasies come true.” Logan kisses her again and then stands, pulling Ellie up with him. The crowd starts to disperse, many offering them smiles and congratulations.

Ellie turns her head, watching the water and light show from the comfort of her fiancé’s arms. “This is so beautiful. I wish we could have documented it somehow.”

Logan kisses the top of her head, gesturing with a tilt of his head to a photographer walking towards them. “I know how much you love pictures, fiancée. I got a photographer.” Logan reveals.

So that’s who he’d been looking for earlier. The photographer approaches, grinning at the pair. “Congratulations!” She chimes, shaking both their hands. “I got some really great candid shots. The lighting was beautiful.” She praises as she shows them some of the pictures on her digital camera.

“Can we get some without the ears?” Ellie questions, taking her Minnie Mouse ears off. Logan looks thrilled to take his own matching ears off as they pose for more engagement pictures as World of Color winds down. The photographer promises to send Logan the photos, and congratulates them once again before walking off.

Ellie admires her ring again, and Logan chuckles, raising her palm to his lips and kissing her fingers one at a time. “I’m glad you like it so much.”

“It’s beautiful Logan, but can we afford this?” Although the diamond isn’t huge by any means, Ellie still knows it was definitely more than 3 months of Logan’s salary.

“I’ve been working overtime, and I’m probably going to get that promotion. And most of it is on a credit card.” Logan admits, wincing when Ellie gives him an incredulous look.

“Logan, you didn’t have to do that. I’d be just as happy with a plain gold band.” Ellie insists.

“No way troublemaker. Just….let me spoil you for once. I’ve got a payment plan set up, it’s fine.” Logan can tell Ellie doesn’t want to let it go so easily, but he silences whatever she wants to say with a kiss. “You deserve something nice.” He insists when he pulls away, eyes boring into her’s.

“I love you Logan.” Ellie whispers, gripping his sweatshirt to bring him down to her for another kiss. “Let’s get out of here. We can go to my Dad’s, he’s working a night shift out of town.” Logan isn’t actually allowed in her Dad’s house, and he’s not allowed visitors at the halfway house, so their sex life is less active than they would like. They make do with the days they can get away with him staying over at her Dad’s when her father is definitely going to be gone all night, the backseat of Logan’s car, and La Quinta motels occasionally. Moving in together can’t come fast enough for the lovebirds.

“I got us a room here. I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait to get you all the way back to LA.” Logan reveals.

“The Disneyland Hotel? Wasn’t that really expensive?” Ellie questions.

Logan lets out an irritated sigh, resting his forehead against her’s. “Ellie, come on. It’s fine. We’re celebrating our engagement. Let me worry about the money.” She looks unconvinced, but she lets it go. Logan grips her hand and leads her toward the hotel.

When they make it to the front desk, Logan tells the concierge that they just got engaged. After she gushes over Ellie’s ring, she upgrades them to a fairytale suite for free. Ellie looks around the hotel room in wonder, dropping her small backpack to the floor as she admires their surroundings. She walks out to the balcony, admiring the panoramic view of the park. Logan comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing down her neck. Ellie lets her head fall back, giving him better access. His hands slowly start to lower towards the zipper of her jeans, but she stops him, turning around to face him.

Ellie places a chaste kiss to his lips. “I need to shower. I feel gross from walking around the park all day.”

Logan nods. “Me too. Let’s go.” He starts to pull her towards the luxurious bathroom, but she resists.

“Separate showers. You can go first.” She clarifies. Logan looks like he’s going to object, but Ellie places a finger to his lips to silence him. “I have something planned. But you have to be patient.” She reveals.

Logan still doesn’t want to, but he allows Ellie to slip from his arms and push him towards the bathroom. He takes a fairly quick shower before walking out of the bathroom, one towel slung low around his hips as he runs another towel through his wet hair. Ellie hands him a wrapped present and gives him another short kiss followed by a whispered “Happy birthday baby.” before slipping past him into the bathroom.

He sits on the edge of the king bed and undoes the red ribbon she’s painstakingly tied around the present. He quirks an eyebrow at the contents. Silk black boxers, and a note. ‘Your birthday theme is silk and lace.’ There’s a deep red lipstick stain on the note. It’s a shade he’s never seen her wear, but he’d know those lip prints anywhere. Logan slips the comfortable boxers on and makes himself comfortable on the bed as he waits. And waits. And waits some more.

Logan shifts impatiently. He’s debating whether or not he should knock on the door to check on her when the bathroom door finally opens. His jaw promptly drops as he takes her in.

Ellie is wearing the skimpiest black lace lingerie that he has ever seen. The bra truly has no functional value, since there’s basically no fabric to support anything, but as he feels the blood rush to his rapidly stiffening member, he realizes it’s definitely doing its job. He manages to tear his eyes away from her body to focus on her face. Her hair is done up with a few tendrils of her long brown hair framing her pretty face, and she’s wearing the deep red lipstick, as well as dark eye shadow, a smoky eye, he’s pretty sure it’s called from long days at the shop with nothing to read besides the waiting room Cosmopolitan magazine.

She’s holding several silk sashes in her hands, and despite what she’s planned for tonight, she blushes as he stares. “You’re so beautiful Ellie.” Logan praises, eyes filled with awe. Ellie smiles, nerves abated, and walks over to join him on the bed. Logan promptly reaches for her, but she swats his hands away.

“I want to try something different tonight. Are you open to that?” Ellie asks.

Logan nods rapidly. “Anything you want baby.” He assures her.

Ellie smiles. “Ok, lay back for me.”

Logan is quick to follow instructions, laying back on the bed and watching Ellie’s every move. She gets to work tying his wrist to the bed post with one of the dark blue silk sashes, making sure it’s tight, but not too tight, around his wrist. He watches her intricate knot tying with interest. “Where’d you learn to tie knots?” He questions.

Ellie smiles coyly, getting to work securing his other wrist. “Girl scouts.” She responds.

Logan smirks as she moves down the bed to secure his ankles to the other bed post. “I’m sure this is what they had in mind for you to do with them.” He teases.

Ellie blushes slightly, finishing her final knot and coming back up the bed to lay beside him. “It does come in handy. I couldn’t use handcuffs obviously. I was worried it would bring back bad memories from your time in prison.” She teases back.

Ellie leans in to kiss him, and he strains his wrist when he automatically tries to bury his hand into her hair to pull her closer. He’s unable to reach her at all the way he’s bound. He frowns when she pulls away, slowly kissing down his chest. “I’m not sure I like this.” He reveals, aching to touch her.

Ellie smirks. “I’ll untie you. Eventually.” She promises. She ignores the exasperated look he sends her as she gets up from the bed, going back to her backpack. He has enough range of motion to raise his head a little, and he watches her pull a white feather from her bag. She walks out to the kitchen area, and he hears the ice plopping down from the refrigerator into a glass.

Ellie sets the glass on the nightstand, pulling out a single ice cube as she crawls back into bed. She slowly trails the ice down his bare chest, and Logan holds his breath when she teasingly follows the ice’s trail with the feather. “How’s that? Relaxing?” Ellie questions softly before she starts kissing down the chilly trail she’s created.

“It feels good, but I wouldn’t say relaxing.” Logan responds, as the blood continues to flow to his lower body. His fully erect manhood is now desperately in need of release. Ellie slowly, tortuously slowly, pulls down his boxers to his ankles, allowing him to spring free.

She sits up as she trails the ice and feather down toward his groin, stopping just below his navel. She leans down to lick some of the water left behind from the ice and Logan groans. “Baby, please.” He pleads, fingers fisting into the sheets since he can’t grip the back of her head and pull her down where he wants her.

Ellie leans away from him back to the nightstand, grabbing a fresh ice cube. She trails this one over his well-defined abs, making sure to get all the nooks. Her other hand lazily trails the feather over his face. She abandons the feather, and he hastily blows it off his face. She grabs a second ice cube, trailing them both down his chest in parallel lines. They’re mostly melted after she runs them down his legs. He’s physically shaking now, senses overwhelmed. Ellie slowly trails the last remnants of the ice cubes back up his legs, before roughly gripping him.

“Fuck El, your hands are freezing.” Logan yelps as Ellie giggles, one hand cupping his balls as she strokes with the other.

“Give it a minute, it’s about to get hot.” She promises, just before enveloping him in her warm mouth.

Logan lets out a groan, burying his head into the pillow as she bobs up and down around his manhood. She rests her hands against his thighs and pushes herself up for a moment to breathe, before leaning back down and taking him as deep as she can.

“Fuck Ellie, that feels so good.” Logan mutters, hips raising on and off the bed to the best of his ability with the silk bonds as she laps and sucks at him. She looks up at him through her lashes, tongue swirling around the base of his painfully hard cock. “I’m gonna….” He tries to warn, but Ellie just rubs his thigh comfortingly as she continues to bob up and down, coating him in her warm saliva.

Logan cums with a low groan of her name, relief flooding through him at the release. Ellie allows his now limp member to fall out of her mouth as she sits back on her heels, swallowing before wiping her mouth. Her red lipstick is all smeared now, a deep red ring imprinted on his skin. He takes in her haphazard appearance, it’s obscene, and so damn erotic.

“Did you enjoy that?” Ellie asks, even though it’s clear he did, picking up the feather once more and trailing it over his arms.

“If I hadn’t already proposed, that would have made me do it right here and now.” Logan teases, leaning towards her to kiss her, but he can’t reach because of his tied wrists. He looks up at the silk irritatingly as Ellie chuckles, taking mercy on him and closing the gap. His tongue demands entrance into her mouth and he can taste himself on her tongue.

Ellie pulls away just slightly, and when Logan opens his eyes he can see her lipstick is even more smeared now. He wonders if he can get it all off by the end of the night, he decides that’s his goal. “Do you trust me?” Ellie questions against his lips.

Logan captures her lips again, biting slightly on the bottom one, eliciting a small moan out of Ellie. “With my life Troublemaker.” He swears.

Ellie grins. “Good.” She ties one of the silk bonds around his eyes, blindfolding him. He feels like all his other senses are enhanced with the loss of his sight. He hears the soft instrumental music playing from her phone that he hadn’t noticed before, feels the goosebumps forming on his skin as she teases his earlobe with the feather, smells the vanilla body wash she always uses when she leans in close so he can capture her nipple in his mouth.

He really wishes his hands were free so he could lavish attention on both her perfect breasts. Luckily, she shifts over to give him access to her neglected nipple once he’s gotten the first one rock hard with the attention of his tongue.

He feels her thumb on his lips, and he promptly sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit. He shivers when she drags her hand down his body, allowing her engagement ring to graze against his heated skin. “Turn onto your side a little.” Ellie demands softly. Logan promptly complies.

She kisses him softly, hands tangling into his hair. “You said you trust me, right?” She reiterates, and Logan nods. She kisses his lips one more time before trailing kisses down his body, heading to his re-hardened member. She slowly takes him into her mouth, while her thumb slowly edges across his taint, kneading gently.

Logan shudders at the unfamiliar sensation, but it feels good. Ellie takes him out of her mouth, placing a quick kiss to his inner thigh. “Is this okay? I’ve been reading about prostate stimulation.” She reveals, as her finger edges closer to his hole. Logan nods jerkily and lets out an embarrassingly pleased moan when she pushes a finger inside as she resumes her blowjob.

It isn’t long before he’s cumming violently. “Holy shit Ellie.” He mutters as he empties himself into her mouth. Logan breathes hard as he tries to calm himself down. He knows he’s going to need a minute before he can go again after that. Ellie removes his blindfold, smiling down at him. The lipstick is still there, but faint. Streaks of the faded color run down her chin. “I’m going to clean up a little. Don’t miss me too much.” Ellie says cheerfully before hopping off the bed. He watches her walk to the bathroom in that barely there lingerie, desire stirring up in him anew.

He’s more than ready to go again ten minutes later, when she finally exits the bathroom. Her hair is down now, lipstick reapplied. He’ll have to smear it all over again. She sits on him, straddling his waist. He grounds his hips against her as she leans down to give him a kiss. “As gorgeous as you look in that lingerie, I think it’s time for it to come off.” Logan comments. Ellie makes a big show of slowly removing the bra, allowing it to fall over his eyes. He shakes his head slightly to push it off so he can see again, grinning up at her semi-nude form. “I can’t believe you’re going to be mine soon.” Logan says softly.

“I’ve been your’s.” Ellie promises, slowly dragging her soaked core up and down over his groin, her damp panties brushing his skin.

He needs her. Now. “Panties off.” He orders.

Ellie tsks at him. “You’re in no position to be giving orders.”

He tries to move her panties to the side with his very hard cock to no avail. Ellie laughs, grabbing more practically melted ice from the glass and trailing it down his chest. “You’re torturing me. On my birthday.” Logan complains, subtly working on freeing his wrists from the binds.

“You know this is the best damn birthday you’ve ever had.” Ellie insists, pinching and twisting his nipples. She continues to tortuously writhe on top of him, getting both of them all worked up.

“Just give us both what we want baby.” Logan pleads, aching with his need to be inside her when she finally stops slowly moving on top of him.

“Not yet.” Ellie replies, rolling off of him to lay beside him. Logan watches as she slips a hand into her panties, touching herself.

“Why don’t you let me do that?” Logan questions softly, tugging on his restraints as Ellie’s eyes slide closed, her breathing becoming uneven as she pleasures herself.

Her eyes briefly open as she turns her head to look at him. “I know how to do it.” She teases with a wink, fingers moving rapidly. As much as he’s enjoying watching this, he knows he’d enjoy participating more than spectating. With a final twist of his wrist, his right hand is free. He quickly unties his other hand and his ankles without her noticing.

She squeaks when he suddenly pins her wrists above her head with one hand, two fingers on his other hand pushing into her tender folds to replace her own. “How did you-“

He cuts her off with a heated kiss, hastily removing his fingers from inside her and pulling her panties off. He kicks his boxers off his ankles as he lines himself up to enter her. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” He answers before pushing into her, hard and deep. They both groan at the contact as he releases her wrists, gripping her hips.

Ellie lifts her hips impatiently when Logan stays still. “Move Logan.” Ellie pleads, nails digging into his arms, craving that delicious friction.

“Patience is a virtue baby.” Logan reminds her, hands trailing over all her exposed skin that he was denied access to before.

“Logan…” Ellie whines, lifting her hips again.

“Logan what? A few minutes ago you didn’t seem to want me.” Logan retorts, continuing to spite them both by staying still. He stretches to reach the ice and the feather without pulling out of her, lazily dragging the feather and ice over her nipples. He forces his thumb into her mouth, pulling it out when it’s moist enough to smear her lipstick once again. He drags his thumb slowly over her plump bottom lip, staring into her lust blown brown eyes.

“Now I want you. Fuck me.” Ellie pleads, knowing how much he likes it when she curses.

Logan feigns an annoyed sigh. “Fine.” He pulls almost all of the way out before slamming back into her again, setting a slow but hard pace. Ellie moves her hips in time with his thrusts, pulling roughly on his hair. Logan lets out a pleased groan, digging his fingers into her hips, hard. She’ll have bruises tomorrow, but she doesn’t care. “Oh my god Logan, don’t stop. It’s so good.” She mutters mindlessly, eyes closing as she starts to lose herself to the ecstasy.

Logan grips her chin somewhat roughly, plunging his tongue into her mouth in a heated kiss. “Look at me.” He demands, and Ellie’s eyes flutter open, watching as his pace quickens. The sound of their slick skin slapping together combined with Ellie’s high-pitched moans and Logan’s deep grunts drowns out the music still playing in the background. Ellie abandons his hair, gripping his shoulders as his movements become jerky as he starts to lose control.

Ellie’s toes curl, and she tries to open her legs wider so Logan can push in even deeper. Logan grips her leg and encourages her to loop her ankles over his butt. Ellie’s legs wrap around him, drawing him into her. He grasps at her ass, squeezing and angling her just right so he can hit the spot he’s looking for.

“Logan!” Ellie screams when he finds it, walls tightening around him.

“That’s it baby. I’ve got you.” Logan mutters, pace speeding up until she’s almost hurting as he slams into her again and again, but it’s a good hurt.

Ellie’s arms tighten around his shoulders as her pleasure peaks and she orgasms, body shaking with the force of her release.

Logan thrusts through her orgasm, reaching his own orgasm quickly and ejaculating inside her just as she’s come down and stopped shaking.

Logan collapses on top of Ellie before slowly pulling out of her and flopping down onto his back beside her. There’s silence for a few minutes as they both catch their breath. “I love you so damn much Ellie.” Logan swears, leaning over to place sloppy kisses on her bare shoulders.

Ellie smiles tiredly, gently rubbing the angry red impressions on his wrists from where he pulled against the silk. “I love you Logan. I can’t wait to be your wife.” Her eyes start to close as sleep beckons her.

“Hey, don’t nod off on me. There’s still an hour left of my birthday. Let’s soak in the tub together, get cleaned up.” Logan suggests.

Ellie shakes her head no, placing a soft kiss to his lips. “No time. Room service will be here soon with dinner and your birthday cake. I ordered when you were in the shower.” Ellie reveals.

Logan gently runs his thumb over her bottom lip, lipstick completely smeared now. “Then how about another quick shower so we’re not sticky for dinner?” He suggests.

“I don’t know if I can walk.” Ellie admits.

Logan laughs, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to the bathroom. “I’ve got you.”

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#ride or die #logan x mc #logan rod #choices fanfiction #ns*w

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cnc-hoebayb · 5 years ago

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The boys as supportive hype men bfs

For when you’re lookin extra fine and they just wanna hype the shit outchu

Zabdiel

-“dimelooo mamiii”

-literally that ^ but with different inflections on dif syllables everytime depending on mood/situation lol

-not a very big social media man, but will post a quick story of you like “🥴❤️” dressed in something reeeeaal nice then delete it later (bc he want u for his eyes only duH!)

-but in public tho !!

-wow

-that’s his game, he’d be huggin all up on you like no ones watching

-Defintely would get caught by the paparazzi for some “provocative touching/staring” with each other

-Buys you everything

-flowers in that little shop on the corner? Done. Ice cream on the street that looks way too good? Chocolate vanilla swirl it is.

-Would probably go all out and buy you a new fancy piece of jewelry too

-its his own lil ritual to get u a new pair of earrings that match with the particular outfits he loves to see you in uwu

-he honestly seems like he’d want to hype you up all day but then spend the rest of the night with you in private

-hype you up in his own personal way ayooo

-details? I think a lil bit

-whisper dirty praises in your ear about how good you look

-goes in between rough and tender touches over his favorite parts of your body

-dead eye contact the whole time so it’s super intimate

-k that’s all u get u thirsty hoes

Erick

-does that thing to random strangers like “that’s my gf” and points at u

-for literally anything

-like when you’re ordering food for you both at a fast food place and he’s watching you lookin snackish tell them you’d like two number 5’s

-he leans over to the old lady next to him like “that girl- mi novia 😉”

-he’s also very vocal

-just likes you or him (or both) to be the center of attention

-“SHES WALKING IN AND SHES SO HOT GUYS WATCH UR FUCKING SELVES”

-kinda embarrassing but at the same time so sweet and way flattering so u don’t front bout it

-doesn’t really show you off on social media, but more in public or to his family

-Just wants to show his favorite ppl his fav person and how amazing you are

-compliments you all day

-really bad pick up lines mostly

-but they’re so bad that they’re actually really cute and funny

-pretends that youre a stranger at a store and hits on you like you’ve never met before

-“Erick please not here,” you’d beg while in line at the busy concession stand of the movie theater

-“im jus asking if u as sweet as those cookie dough bites u got right there mami mmhmmm”

Joel

-literally the cutest of them all

-not super extra, but very lovey and sweet

-you’d walk in the room all dolled up and he’d be super star struck like “oh my god dude you’re so beautiful”

-for literally any outfit too tho

-You can walk in with his sweatpants and necklace on and he’d lose it just as hard

-stares at you all day

-buys you flowers just for the heck of it

-sweet gentle touches and kisses all day too

-when he talks about you in public it’s all super down to earth and him saying how gorgeous you are doing anything

-takes you out to show you off

-somewhere where he knows a lot of press and people in general will be

-makes it super obvious you’re there together

-“don’t worry HONEY, I’ll grab the door for you BABE” and looks other homies dead in the eyes for dominance purposes

-he really would take you anywhere to show you off tbh. The dog park, museum, grocery store, you name it

-he fills his camera roll with candid pics of you through the day

-when you guys get really rowdy at the end of the night bc you’re tired, he records you the whole time dancing n singing and being a crackhead

-but its wholesome content of you guys being happy in love and having so much fun :,)

-he posts it all and everyone is like “couple goals wowo” and it makes your heart melt bc you’re with someone who makes you confident and happy and he’s everything

Richard

-literally not one second where his hand would be off of you

-ESPECIALLY in public

-hand in your back pocket, on your waist, in your hand

-also the type of guy that would be super extra and do things like hold the door for you dramatically, carry you over potholes or puddles in the street like “no te preocupes amor, i gotchu”

-a master at subtly tho

-and subtle teasing

-would mention how fine you look at the beggining of the day with a low whisper in your ear and a hot neck kiss

-then totally drop it for tension purposes

-would ignore u in person for a bit or maybe he just doesn’t see you much that day

-then would post a fire pic of you like “sheeesh🥵”

-comments under all your recent pics suddenly with thirsty shit

-all the fans are freaking out like “GET UR MAN”

-but he’s still avoiding you personally bc he knows it gets you all riled up

-so you watch him post and hype you all day until he gets home finally and wants to touch you and love you

-and you’re like “NO! No touching bc u can’t play these games Camacho”

-He smiles at you and puts on his nasally play voice while swooping in to lift you off your feet, tickling your sides and kissing you all over

-“mira que sexy ohmygaaad”

-ok but also

-he’d take his time with you when it got down to business, letting you know everything going through his mind when he kisses you, every time he removes another piece of clothing, telling you how perfect you are

-slow passionate intense nights that feel like they could last forever

Christopher

-constant screaming

-“oye mamiiiii”

-his million stories on insta are all of you with dif filters, emojis, and captions

-he’s singing or yelling in the background every one, but honestly no one can tell at this point

-besos every other second

-you’re just *taking a bite of pizza* and Chris would drop everything like “fucK pls kiss me now”

-a lot of seductive glances from a distance

-intimidates everybody in the room tbh

-will be that guy talking to anyone being like “doesn’t my baby look ultra fine today- well i mean she always fine, but today it just hits different”

-probably very sweet like Joel but in his own sappy Chris way

-will sing to you every love song that comes on in the car or while you’re standing around

-dances with you in public just to spin you around, kiss you, and tell you how good you look

-you’re always afraid to look like that one annoying pda couple but the way y’all make it look is actually rly sweet and sincere

-also does that thing and records you being a crackhead at night, but he’s actin just as wild so all the videos are so hard to follow

-they’re all of you guys SCREAMING and CACKLING SOO HARD and no one can form out anything anyone is saying bc you’re both just being idiots

-he records you dancing like a dummy in the dark corner of your room and he’s just there like “AYY AY DALE MAMI AY”

-for some reason i just see him at the end of the night wanting a long, deep makeout sesh more than anything

-bc sometimes kissing can be just as intimate and passionate when you’re with the right person, and Chris is exactly that guy

-he’d be kinda vocal and mumble every time your lips disconnect abt how much he loves you and how crazy you make him by being so god damn beautiful all the time

#need me a zabdi or a chris ngl #someone who can handle me bc im a lot #and i oop #esp during crackhead hours #tag which boy u need the most rn lol #cnco #cnco headcanon #zabdiel de jesus #erick brian colon #joel pimentel #richard camacho #christopher velez

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fluffymcu · 5 years ago

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Hi! I really enjoy your writing and I was wondering if you could possibly write a Peter parker x reader where the reader is a ballet dancer and Peter meets her for the first time at the studio? Maybe she shows him her pointe shoes and favourite moves and he's really smitten 💕 thank you!

Hi! Of course! That sounds cute💓 I don't k ow much about ballet, but when I was little I used to dance around like a ballerina as much as I could. But I have no idea how any dance moves are called, but I'll do my best and maybe look some up on the internet. Lol

A dance to remember (Peter Parker x reader)

Summary: Peter is assigned to find different places in the city to take pictures of in a photography competition. While walking around he finds a dance studio and sees a very beautiful dancer and cannot hold back from meeting her.

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Peter was assigned to take pictures of nice places or people around the city for a competition. He had already taken pictures of an unusually very clean substation, a fancy restaurant, and a dog park.

He was looking around for one more picture to take when he encountered a dance studio. He thought he would check it out and take his last picture there.

When he entered, everything was dark and looked abandoned. No one was at the front desk, and the vending machine's lights were off. He wondered why it looked so nice and fancy on the outside, but so trashy on the inside.

He decided to keep walking around the place until he heard some faint ballet music coming from a room. He followed the sound and saw streaks of daylight shine through a large ballroom. He entered and his heart grew twice as big as he saw you dance beautifully. Everything was perfect. Your tutu, your shoes, the particles of dust in the air that we're being shone on by the streaks of daylight, everything. He raised his camera and turned the bright flash off and took a photo of the scene. He caught a picture of you in mid-air. Luckily, you still hadn't noticed his presence since you were so focused on your dance.

Peter couldn't contain himself. He had already fallen in love with you 10 times. He stepped closer and closer until he was 3 feet from you. You finished your pirouette facing him and you were startled to see someone there. "Ah! Ooh! Sorry I didn't see you there!" You laughed. He blushed and shook his head. "No, no. I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that." He couldn't keep his eyes off you but yet, any other time that would've happened, you would have felt uncomfortable. Yet you didn't. "Uh, I'm y/n." He continued to stare at your big brown eyes. "Y/n." He whispered. Such a pretty name, he thought. "Im- uh, I'm Peter." You smiled and blushed. "Nice to meet you Peter." You then walked to the bench and Peter followed you; never taking his eyes off you. "You're really pretty. Beautiful." You blushed again. "Thank you! No one's really ever told me that." Peter looked confused. "Really? How could they not? You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met." You smiled at him and squeezed his hand affectionately. Peter's expression changed into a big smile and squeezed your hand in return. "As you can see, I love to dance. It was my passion ever since I was 3 years old. I've been dancing with my mother ever since." You pulled out a box from underneath the bench and opened it to show some Pointe shoes. "These were my grandmother's. She loved to dance as well. Before she died she gave them to me. I wear them to every recital and every competition. They make me feel more connected to my passion." Peter looked at the shoes and smiled. "They're really pretty." A tear slipped down your cheek as you stared at them and Peter couldn't hold back from wiping it. You looked into his eyes and he looked into yours.

"Will you um... will you...dance, for me?" He felt weird to ask you that but he felt he just had to. He felt relieved when you smiled and nodded. "Sure." You stood up and walked to the center of the ballroom and rested on 5th position before starting your dance." Peter's face turned serious as he admired with awe the gracefullness you showed with your body. He could feel every emotion you danced: anger, sadness, happiness, and love.

Your dance went on for a few more minutes and Peter found himself standing up and walking towards you. When he reached you, he put his hands on your waist and turned you around to face him. You looked at him and saw that he was looking down at your body. Peter admired every inch of you then lifted his eyes to yours. He tightened his arms around you and leaned in to kiss you passionately. Once he pulled away, you were panting and out of breath and he looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry, I just- I couldn't help it." He started. You shook your head and smiled. "No," you whispered. "Don't apologise." You leaned back in to kiss him again and he lifted you up gently and smiled during the kiss.

He put you down and you grabbed his hand. He smiled softly at you and moved his gaze to the floor once again. "I came in here to take a picture; I never thought I would have found someone like you." You smiled widely. "Did you get what you came for?" You asked. He nodded and looked deeply in your eyes. "And more."

Peter got 1st place in the competition with his picture of you doing a Grande jeté in a dark ballroom, with perfect natural light shining through. He named it "A dance to remember."

After that day, Peter asked if you would do him the honor of being his girlfriend, and you gladly accepted and Peter couldn't have been happier.

I hope you liked it💙

#peter x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman #marvel mcu #marvel #fluff #ticklish!reader

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adrienaline-rushed-art · 6 years ago

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Hunger Game

Rating: G

Genre: Rom/Com

Words: 2846

Ship: Adrien x Nino

Summary: Adrien makes up a bullshit game to pretend he hasn't been beating around the 'ask-him-out' bush for the last 3 years.

A/N: I just realized this reminds me of Rhett & Link’s “Are You Gonna Eat That”

This is for @mari-monsta happy belated you beautiful starlight princess

Ao3 fanfic

“You’re doing it again,” Alya nudged Adrien’s arm. She sat next to him in the Dupain-Cheng bakery, a bakery they frequented often for the ‘Marinette-friend-exclusive’ free treats.

The two of them were sitting across from Marinette and Nino, who had gotten themselves caught up in their own discussion about the importance of music videos. Marinette and Nino had been friends since the fifth grade and their ability to start their own conversation in a group of four proved as much. Being the new kids, Alya and Adrien clicked immediately - bad news for any teachers who didn’t appreciate playful snickers from students who were perfectly on task and behaved otherwise. They couldn’t send two students to the principal's office for being done with classwork thirty minutes ahead of time just for laughing softly.

So although the four of them had all eventually gotten to know each other and formed an unbreakable bond, there were still two separate pairs that had their own things to talk about.

“Doing what again? I’m just trying to listen to them,” Adrien spared Alya a glance before returning his focus back to the chattering pair in front of him.

Alya’s upper lip twitched, unimpressed. “You’re making the eyes .”

“I’m looking at them. You know? The way people who are respectfully listening do?”

“You’re looking at him, and no, there’s definitely more to it than that.”

Adrien glared at her. “I’m listening, Al, I’m listening. What more could I be doing?”

Alya batted her eyes, imitating the sparkling, lovestruck expression Adrien wore just a few seconds ago. “I don’t know, maybe you’re really into that eclair.”

He pouted but said nothing. Instead, he turned back to Marinette and Nino and did the only thing that would get him out of any further questions; he joined the conversation. “Filters are something to take into account.”

“That’s true!” Marinette smiled, “and then there’s lighting, which can really make or break a mood.”

Nino pointed his finger at the invisible list of points on the table, “Right, and that’s what I’m saying about camera work and editing. The angles, the cuts… it creates pacing that never goes unnoticed.”

“It’s subconsciously noticed, though. I think wardrobe is something more people relate to,” Marinette shrugged.

“But is it really essential? I mean clothes can look nice, I guess-”

“If you saw a chick wearing a nun robe in a twerking video you’d notice.”

“That’s extreme…”

“I don’t think either of those are the most important part of a music video,” Adrien interrupted.

Nino and Marinette blinked at him. Adrien paused, he’d mostly said that to suggest a compromise, but he found himself eyeing Nino.

“Well, what about the music itself?” Adrien continued.

Nino raised his eyebrows, shifting from his sideways position to face Adrien fully.

“L-like,” Adrien focused the gestures his hands were making, “the sound of the music is different in the music video. Artists put effects on it sometimes to fit the surroundings, or other times there are breaks where you could almost say the visuals are meant to be the music.”

Nino’s eyes lit up and he smiled, “Hey, yeah! That’s a really good point.”

Marinette chuckled guiltily. “Sorry, I just realized how wrapped up we got there.”

“No, it’s ok, it was interesting,” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck.

Nino reached his hand across the table, making Adrien flinch before reflexively putting his hand over Nino’s. Adrien froze when Nino looked at him oddly.

“O-oh!” Adrien retreated his hand, “i-is that not… is that not what we were doing? I thought- uh…”

Nino laughed, it was a melody that replayed in Adrien’s mind over and over again. “Are you trying to protect the plate from me?”

Adrien blinked, his eyes trailing Nino’s line of sight. Right beside his elbow was the plate of pastries, which Adrien had forgotten he’d dragged closer to himself. “Um… yes?”

In his peripheral vision, he could see Alya rolling her eyes.

“Well, you’re on, dude!” Nino lunged forward, reaching for the plate. Adrien blocked him, his arm briefly indulging in the warmth of Nino’s hand.

“Ok, kids,” Sabine stood at the doorway next to the stairs as Tom passed her, “we’re ready to lock up, I think it’s time you all went home before it gets too dark. And I’d suggest you all save some of those leftovers for later, you’ll get a stomach ache if you try to finish it now.”

Nino released Adrien’s arm and eyed him over the rim of his glasses. “You win this round.”

* * *

Adrien paced around Alya’s room, his finger hovering over the enter key of his phone. “‘So, when do I get to win the next round?’, how’s that sound?”

It had been exactly eighteen hours since Nino had challenged him. Whether or not Nino was serious, Adrien wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to pass an opportunity.

“Good, very playful, I like it. Now, sit down and relax. You’re doing great, Sweetie.”

“But, then what? What am I supposed to tell him if he doesn’t catch on?”

“Which, he probably won’t...”

“Should I be blunt? Or is that too risky?”

Alya stood up from her desk chair and pushed Adrien to sit on her bed. “Do you trust Nino?”

“Of course!”

“Then tell him, you know Nino would never do anything to hurt you. If things don’t work out the way you hoped, things will just go back to normal. Trust me, I think Nino’s that kind of guy.”

“Well…”

“If you’re comfortable, go for it!”

“Ok,” Adrien looked determined, pushing his thumb closer to the touchscreen.

“Do it!”

He tapped on the key. Alya cheered as he stared at the sent message. What she didn’t know was that the message had immediately been read.

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Nino cringed. Now it was bound to be obvious he had already been waiting around in Adrien’s messages. He could joke about the coincidence that they texted at the same time, and while that would be true, he wouldn’t have an answer if Adrien asked him what he was going to say. Otherwise, it was a relief that Adrien had texted him first, even though it left him with no excuse as to how he read the message so quickly.

He drummed his fingers against the table. This was an important moment. The way he answered Adrien’s text was life or death. It had to be careful, strategic, witty, and suave. Nino leaned his head back on his chair and closed his eyes, taking in the melody and rhythm that pounded through his headphones. Opening his eyes, he tapped away on his phone. He crafted the message with delicate passion, his words were specific, his emojis and capitalization were analyzed for tone, and his thoughts were truthfully wrapped into one perfect sentence.

im free tonight - 1:10 PM

Nino smacked his forehead. Could he sound any more desperate? He didn’t even bother to throw in a joke, or question Adrien’s intentions, he just jumped for the opportunity like some sort of… Nino glanced at the water bottle on his desk and chugged it.

He took a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine. It was a Friday afternoon, everyone was free on Friday nights. All he had to do was wait for a response. His message had been read, Adrien was probably thinking up a response. It could be a startled response, a mocking response, or a great response! So his chances were one out of three… or one out of all the millions of terrible reactions he could think of. But Adrien wouldn’t do that, he was sweet enough to give anyone cavities just by looking at him. Clearly, Nino was overreacting. It had only been three agonizing minutes.

He just had to put his phone down and mind something else. Just wait casually… patiently. Adrien would answer.

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Adrien wasn’t going to answer. At least, not yet. He wanted to check something to decide on his answer. Call it cheating, but Chat Noir decided to excuse himself through Alya’s balcony and said he’d be back in a minute.

“This isn’t stalking or anything,” Chat Noir muttered to himself as he crouched on the rooftop across from Nino’s bedroom, “just some guy in a black bodysuit hiding behind a chimney.”

He opened his baton, pointed the camera to Nino’s window, and zoomed in. “But this is Chat Noir! A superhero, doing his superhero duties,” he continued, “and he just so happens to be on the roof next to Nino Lahiffe’s house, and out of pure coincidence has his camera pointed in the direction of a bedroom window.”

It was going to be quick. He didn’t mean to invade on Nino’s privacy, he just needed answers. He watched Nino mess with some software on his computer, occasionally glancing at his phone. If Chat Noir didn’t know any better, Nino looked a bit impatient. He could be waiting for a response, ‘tonight’ was only a few hours from now after all.

Chat reached into his pocket and pulled out his personal phone.

Adrien: Ok! How about I meet up with you at 6? - 1:18 PM

Chat blushed and giggled into his hand.

Nino: sure, are we talkin the dupain-cheng bakery again? - 1:18 PM

Chat Noir thought for a moment. If he was being honest, he wasn’t even sure what the challenge was meant to be at this point, but he had gotten this far. Maybe it was time to be a little more blunt.

Adrien: Actually, I think I’m in the mood for a full meal, if you’re up for that? 1:19 PM

Nino: cool :D does this mean youre picking me up? 1:20 PM

Adrien: Yup ;3 1:20 PM

Nino: stop that what are you doing 1:20 PM

Adrien: ;3 ;3 ;3 1:21 PM

Nino: no. 1:22 PM

By the time he’d returned his phone to his pocket, Chat was grinning ear to ear. He saw Nino set his phone on his desk and pump his fist. Chat blushed, maybe there was a chance. Chat’s phone buzzed and he reached for it excitedly.

Alya: you’d better not be doing what i think you’re doing 1:25 PM

Adrien: Depends what you think I’m doing 1:25 PM

Alya: adrien wtf 1:26 PM

Adrien: Alright alright I’m leaving 1:28 PM

* * *

“If they serve camembert you’ll pass it all to me, right?” Plagg whispered from the pocket of Adrien’s black chino pants.

“Sshh, this isn’t the time,” Adrien rung Nino’s doorbell.

The door opened and Nino came out wearing a navy blue cardigan blue polo shirt. “Hey…”

“...hi.”

They stared at each other, waiting for a joke or cocky remark. Neither of them understood how they had gotten this far without having to make something up about whatever pastry battle they had started the day before. And now that they were about to go to a sit-down restaurant, that excuse was less likely to work.

“So, uh, we should-”

“Right, yeah, lead the way.”

“My chauffeur parked the car is over there…”

There wasn’t much talking on the ride to the restaurant. Both boys sat with their hands clasped together, peeking over every now and then. The silence was the kind that made one consider jumping out of a moving car, but the excitement kept them both sitting beside each other, silently accepting the direction the evening was going.

Gorilla dropped them by the entrance of the restaurant. Adrien and Nino chose to ignore the small smirk on Gorilla’s face as they slid out of their doors. After he drove off, they tried to relax a little.

“Well,” Adrien turned to Nino as he rested his hand on the front door, “in here, we fight like men.”

“Please, yesterday was more of a default win, you haven’t really faced me yet.”

“Fine, then. Whoever steals the most from the other’s plate wins.”

Nino snickered, “I swear to God if we get kicked out for being too messy and loud…”

“That’s the challenge, don’t break too much etiquette,” Adrien opened the door, letting Nino step in first.

Nino cleared his throat. “I see, dragging me into a battleground you have an advantage in.”

“Can’t handle it?”

“I never said that.”

It was nice to be out of that stuffy car. They sat down across from each other when the waitress led them to a table for two, smug smiles on their faces. The waitress seemed a bit confused when they thanked her without breaking fierce eye contact, and possibly a bit concerned. Regardless, she set their waters on the table and left, only glancing back at them three times. As if scripted, they both lifted their menus and didn’t break their gaze until the paper blocked their vision.

“I hope you pick something I like,” Nino called from behind the list of appetizers.

Something caught Adrien’s eye. “Same to you, just please don’t get the croquettes.”

Nino stared at the option for croquettes. “I wouldn’t think of it. As long as you don’t order any quiche.”

“No onion soup.”

Nino set his menu on the table. “Deal. And don’t even think about roasted asparagus. I’m ready to order.”

“What a coincidence,” Adrien stacked his on top, “so am I.”

They continued to watch each other closely. Nino’s eyes trailed to Adrien’s slim-fitting sweatshirt, then back to his eyes. Adrien’s eyes flicked down when Nino licked his lips.

Their eyes burned into each other, it must’ve been the competitive spirit.

“Are you two lovebirds ready to order?”

Adrien and Nino started into a loud coughing fit. Reaching for their waters they hoped to drown the blood that was rising to their cheeks.

“U-uhm, yes, actually,” Adrien put on a pretty smile for the waitress.

“Great!” she pulled out her notepad.

Adrien handed her the menus. “I’d like some quiche with a side of roasted asparagus.”

“And I’ll take onion soup with potato croquettes.”

“Alrighty, I’ll be back with your orders,” the waitress turned and left.

Nino tilted his head. “Good luck with your etiquette when you try to steal soup .”

“And good luck to you when you bring oily asparagus over this nice tablecloth.”

“So is this your secret to dieting?” Nino leaned forward, “you keep losing these types of games?”

Adrien swallowed loudly. “You’re… actually the first person I-I’ve, uh, done this with.”

“ Oh ,” Nino paused carefully, “you made it seem like it was something you were used to.”

“I just wanted to seem natural, but- this probably sounds inappropriate to anyone listening...” Adrien lowered his head shyly.

Nino laughed. “Only if you take it that way. I guess we’ve started our own tradition then.”

Adrien nodded and smiled.

They continued to chat until the waitress finally returned with a tray. “Here you go, thanks for waiting!”

They thanked her as she left and then turned to the plates in front of them. Adrien took a bite of his quiche and Nino popped a croquette into his mouth. They hummed in satisfaction before lunging their utensils towards the other’s plate. Adrien captured two croquettes while Nino took the biggest forkful of quiche he could manage. They scarfed down on their first victories before they continued. Back and forth, they proceeded to snatch more from across the table, each time trying to take twice as much.

Adrien eyed the onion soup. While Nino was busy scraping a huge piece of quiche onto his knife, Adrien grabbed the bowl and slid it over to his side of the table. Without even blinking, Nino did the same to the plate of quiche. They started to dig into the meal they had really wanted from the beginning.

“You know…” Adrien stirred his soup, “It’s almost like… we’re dating.”

“That’s crazy, dude.”

Adrien looked up at Nino, eyebrows furrowed in worry. “Huh?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking!” Nino bit down on his empty fork, a toothy smile spreading across his face.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, even the waitress thought so…”

“... Maybe the waitress knows something we don’t.”

Nino was quiet for a moment. He studied Adrien’s face. “Can I be honest?”

Adrien nodded silently.

“I didn’t really mind the idea of it. Actually, I liked it.”

Adrien bit his lip. “You really mean it?”

“Yeah. I’ve wanted to ask you out before even, that’s the real reason I came today.”

“Holy-” Adrien raised his hands to his temples, “kissing you right now would be breaking etiquette, wouldn’t it? And then we’d both lose.”

Nino smiled and reached for Adrien’s hand, peering up for permission. When Adrien approved with wide eyes, Nino lifted his knuckles to his lips. “What happens if we win?” His spoke against Adrien’s skin.

Adrien shivered. “Another date?”

“Date… ok, then, we have no choice but to win.”

“But, you know, we don’t need etiquette if we just leave. We could always just skip dessert.”

Nino raised his hand to call a waiter over. “I think you mean skip to the dessert. Looks, like you’re on for round three.”

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wow, Nino, 'dessert' huh? I should've called this the thirst games. Adrien's flirt game can get reKt

Please review! Hope you liked it, and if you're inspired to doodle please tell me I'd love to see <3

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #adrino #fluff #cass writes

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