#it’s just amazing i’m always in awe

[rolandkaros]

🏜️ if you haven't answered that one yet? :)

🏜️: what’s your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

i mean not to call you out but you’re basically the blueprint my friend <3 (haha…BLUEprint…….alright i’ll see myself out)

but in general, comments that reference anything about the fic/chapter itself, or something specific to my writing. like, if i read a comment and it’s obvious that this commenter had actual Thoughts about the work, good or bad, that always makes me feel incredible as a writer. i think it’s so cool that my work can like, actually make people think or feel things beyond just “oh this fic is good, it’s enjoyable.” so when a reader expresses that, idk i just lose my mind over it. i think it’s so fun and so cool to be able to share these things w people

[saintobio]

gojo, akemi, and sachiro all snuggled together in one giant bed, with sachi nestled close to auntie ‘kemi who’s softly singing him to sleep, while dada satoru watches them both, holding them in his arms and feeling this warmth in his heart at the sight of their bond >>>

[mqonlighting]

real talk in the tags for a second because i have a crush on a girl and i. a hehe. ahehehe.

will be burying this in reblogs and never touching on it again

[maximura]

I know some people think he’s a hack but I’m so happy Christopher Nolan is a front runner to win the best directing Oscar. I’m very biased because he’s a massive science nerd but I hope people can appreciate the massive amount of work and research he puts into all his films. I don’t think he should dumb down his stories for anyone.

It’s not his fault you didn’t understand Interstellar or Inception. I don’t think it’s bad writing that they seemed so convoluted. That’s kind of the point. Astrophysics is convoluted and you can’t be awake enough to know how to describe a dream. Oh God my bias is showing so I’ll shut up now

[mt07131]

Y’know what makes me sad? I’ll never hear Raphael’s Final Act for the first time again

[rosicheeks]

Do you like to dance?

[oglegoggle]

My body aches so fucking bad, my dudes.

[digitaldiseas3]

hm 😀

[diamonddaze01]

baby, darling, light of my entire life

pairing: csc x fem!reader genre: tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, slice of life | wc: 2.4k au: married au! warning: alcohol consumption (by the reader) | rating: e for everyone

summary: it's laughable how much you forget when you drink.

a/n: one day when i say i’m writing a drabble i will actually write a drabble. one day. that day is not today. // the cheol angst is taking forever so here have some fluff as a precursor // flashbacks in italics!

“WOW,” you shout (very loudly, he thinks) in Seungcheol’s ear. “YOU’RE LIKE, REALLY PRETTY!” 

Seungcheol flinches, rubbing his ear as your voice cuts through the pounding bass of the club. The flashing lights reflect off the crowd around you, turning everything into a blur of motion, but all Seungcheol can focus on is you—his overly drunk wife—looking up at him with wide, dazzled eyes like he’s some stranger you’ve just met.

He had known this would happen. Letting you go out with Jeonghan, Joshua, and their girlfriends without him was practically inviting chaos into the night. He would’ve joined you if work hadn’t held him back, and guilt had gnawed at him all evening for canceling plans yet again (was it guilt, or fear of retribution from Jeonghan? He’d never tell). He’d figured he could catch up with you at the club before things got too crazy.

Clearly, he’d been wrong.

When Seungcheol finally arrives, the table your group has reserved is a mess of empty glasses, and the dance floor is packed with bodies swaying to the beat. It isn’t hard to spot Jeonghan trying to keep you out of trouble—tall and exasperated, attempting to pull you away from a guy you seem hellbent on kicking in the balls.

“I’LL LET YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE A BOYFRIEND,” you screech, words slurring together and voice so loud Seungcheol can hear it on the other side of the dance floor. “AND HE’S THE BESTESTEST - LET GO OF ME!”

Jeonghan, bless his soul, is no match for your drunken ferocity, and lets out a startled yelp as you yank your hands free from his grip and stalk away in a huff. Seungcheol watches with growing amusement as you stumble toward where he stands on the dance floor, eyes lighting up the second you spot him.

“WOW,” you repeat, stopping just inches from him, blinking up at him with childlike awe. “YOU’RE LIKE, REALLY PRETTY.”

Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle under his breath. Your wobbling stance, the way your gaze fixes on him with the same starry-eyed amazement as if you’re seeing him for the first time—it’s all too familiar. He leans in slightly, humoring you.

“Oh really?” he teases, though his lips twitch with amusement. You’re giving him the same starry-eyed look you gave him when you first confessed—though, admittedly, you’re significantly less intoxicated now. Well… maybe not that much less. “You think so?”

You’d had one too many drinks, laughing hysterically with Jeonghan and Joshua about something stupid—something Seungcheol couldn't even remember now. All he could remember was the way your eyes had kept flickering to him, playful but shy, as if you had something on your mind but weren’t quite sure how to say it. He’d leaned in close, pretending to listen to Jeonghan’s nonsense, but really, he was trying to get closer to you.

“Hey, Cheol,” you slurred that night, your voice softer than the buzz of the club, but enough to catch his attention. Your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, your hair falling messily into your eyes, but there was a different look behind them this time—something more serious.

“Yeah?” Seungcheol had leaned in, smiling softly. You were always cute when you were drunk, but tonight, something felt... different. You weren’t just tipsy; you were nervous.

“I have a secret,” you whispered, as if you were sharing the world’s biggest conspiracy.

Seungcheol blinked, amused. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

You took a deep breath, looking around as if you were checking for eavesdroppers before meeting his gaze again. “I...I think you’re really pretty - like. REALLY PRETTY,” you blurted out, your eyes wide with sincerity. “And I think I really, really like you.”

The words hung in the air between you, and Seungcheol remembered feeling his heart skip a beat. He’d liked you for months at that point—he was pretty sure the whole group knew it—but you’d never given him any real sign that you felt the same way. Until now.

“You like me, huh?” Seungcheol had teased, leaning closer, his lips inches from yours. “Or are you just saying that because you’re drunk?”

You had frowned, swaying slightly, but your hands had reached for him, gripping his shirt tightly as if he might disappear. “No, I mean it. I like you,” you had insisted, your eyes growing glassy, a little too honest for your own good. “I don’t wanna be just friends anymore. I want you to be mine.”

Seungcheol’s chest had swelled with affection. “Well,” he had whispered back, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face, “I think I’ve been yours for a long time, baby.”

You had blinked at him, confusion flickering in your eyes before a slow, wide smile spread across your lips. “Wait, really?” you asked, the disbelief clear in your voice.

Seungcheol had chuckled, pulling you into his arms then, your confession making his heart race. “Yeah, really,” he whispered before finally closing the distance, pressing his lips against yours.

Seungcheol’s heart swells as he looks at you, those same glassy, honest eyes reflecting an undeniable truth. In this moment, even if you don’t fully recognize him, he can feel it—the love you hold for him is woven into every glance, every flicker of emotion. It’s a warmth that wraps around him, grounding him despite the chaos.

“Yeah,” you breathe, nodding vigorously as if this is the most important fact you’ve ever shared. “But I can’t talk to you,” you add in a whisper, glancing around as if someone might overhear. “I have a boyfriend.”

Seungcheol raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching at your secrecy. “A boyfriend, huh?”

You nod, taking a wobbly step closer. Your hand lands on his arm, fingers curling around the fabric of his jacket like it’s the only thing keeping you from falling over. “Mhm. He’s got these big, strong arms… like yours,” you muse, eyes drifting over his frame with an approving once-over. “And the cutest smile ever. And—wait, are you his twin?” you ask, your voice suddenly full of suspicion.

Seungcheol barely manages to contain his laughter. “No, baby, I’m not his twin.”

Your face brightens again. “Good, because I’m not allowed to flirt with anyone who’s not him,” you declare, though the way you’re still clutching his arm suggests otherwise. “But you’re really pretty, so don’t get any ideas.”

You turn to walk away and suddenly whip back around, pointing an accusing finger in his face. He almost falls over. “And DON’T call me baby! Only my boyfriend can call me that.”

Seungcheol lets out a long, suffering sigh, rubbing a hand over his face to hide his grin. “Baby…”

“HEY! NO!”

He steals a glance at Jeonghan, who has now joined Joshua and their girlfriends at the edge of the dance floor, clearly done with playing babysitter. Jeonghan gives him a knowing smirk, mouthing good luck before turning away. Seungcheol’s patience wears thin, but he can’t help the fond smile tugging at his lips as he looks at you, swaying slightly under the flashing lights of the club. You’re an adorable mess: cheeks flushed from alcohol, eyes wide and glassy as they struggle to focus on him. Every time the music pulses, your body sways, and Seungcheol instinctively tightens his grip on your waist to keep you steady.

“Baby. Darling. Light of my entire life.” His hands slide from your waist to your shoulders, squeezing gently, trying to ground you in the midst of your drunken haze. He crouches slightly, so he’s at eye level with you, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a tenderness that makes your heart skip. You blink up at him, clearly confused, your brows knitting together as if trying to figure out a puzzle too complicated for your current state.

“I. Am. Your. Husband,” he says, his words slow and deliberate, almost as though speaking to a child.

Your eyes widen dramatically, hands flying to your chest as if struck by some earth-shattering revelation. “No way!” you gasp, your voice filled with pure astonishment. Your gaze roams over him as if you’re seeing him for the very first time. The lights of the club flicker against his face, casting shadows over his sharp features, and for a second, even in your drunken state, you marvel at just how beautiful he is. “Are you serious?!” you whisper, your tone full of awe.

Seungcheol closes his eyes for a brief moment, fighting back the laughter bubbling in his chest. He leans in, closer this time, until his lips brush against your ear. The familiar warmth of his breath sends a shiver down your spine. “Yes, I am very serious,” he murmurs, the teasing lilt in his voice sending butterflies into your already churning stomach.

You blink up at him again, head tilting slightly as if processing this newfound information is a monumental task. The room seems to spin a little, and you reach out instinctively, clutching at his arms to steady yourself. “But…” you start, your voice trailing off as you bite your lip, your brows furrowing in deep confusion. “Why didn’t anyone tell me I’m married?”

Seungcheol groans softly, though a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. He pulls you in by the waist, his strong arms wrapping around you like a protective barrier from the chaos around you. “You were at the wedding, baby,” he says, exasperation dripping from every word, though his tone is laced with affection. “You were the bride.”

Your eyes flutter as you stare up at him, still trying to wrap your mind around this incredible information. The flickering lights above, the faint scent of alcohol and sweat from the club, the warmth of Seungcheol’s arms around you—it all feels dreamlike. “Wait, so… you’re my boyfriend and my husband?” you ask, your voice rising in a mix of disbelief and wonder.

“Yup,” he says with a soft chuckle, his dimpled smile deepening as he looks down at you. That smile, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, sends a rush of warmth through your already tipsy mind. Even in your inebriated state, the sight of it makes your heart race. “You really hit the jackpot, huh?”

“NO. WAY,” you repeat, this time louder, your voice filled with awe as you step back slightly, your eyes scanning him again as if to check if this is all real. The music pounds in your ears, but you can barely hear it now over the sound of your own giddiness. “And… do we live together? Like, in a house?”

Seungcheol lets out another soft laugh, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. His fingers linger for a moment, tracing the curve of your cheek before resting gently on your shoulder. “Yes, baby, we do. You even picked out the curtains.”

The memory of your shared home floods your mind—each detail a testament to your love. Sunlight pours through the cheerful curtains you’ve chosen, illuminating the cozy living room where laughter echoes like music. The kitchen, with its warm scents of your culinary experiments and his late-night snacks, feels alive with the essence of you. Every nook and cranny speaks of the warmth you’ve woven into his life, transforming a mere house into a home, brimming with love and memories.

Your eyes widen in recognition, and you gasp, your hands clapping over your mouth. “And they’re so nice!” you exclaim, shaking your head in disbelief. “I have great taste.” You pause, narrowing your eyes at him as another thought pops into your alcohol-clouded brain. “Does my boyfriend—uh, husband,” you correct yourself with a dramatic flair, pointing a finger at him as if delivering an important verdict, “does he know how lucky he is?”

Seungcheol can’t hold back his laughter this time. It’s rich and warm, rumbling from his chest as he pulls you closer, his arms snug around your waist. “Oh, trust me, he knows,” he replies, his voice softening as he presses a tender kiss to your temple.

Even when you can’t remember him, Seungcheol feels a swell of gratitude for your love—for the quiet mornings entangled in the sheets, for spontaneous late-night adventures, for the way your laughter brightens his day.

You sigh in contentment, leaning into his chest, the weight of your body completely sinking into his warmth. The booming bass of the club seems to fade into the background as you melt against him, finding solace in his steady heartbeat and familiar scent. “He’s so lucky,” you mumble, your voice barely audible against the fabric of his shirt, but Seungcheol hears it loud and clear.

He smiles, brushing his lips across the top of your head. “He really is.”

For a moment, the world around you both seems to pause. The chaotic energy of the club, the distant chatter, and the bright lights all fade as you stand wrapped in each other’s arms, content in this little bubble of warmth. But then, just as quickly, you pull back, your brows furrowed in concentration. You blink up at him, still slightly suspicious. “Wait… does this mean I have to go home with you?”

Seungcheol’s deep chuckle reverberates through his chest as he gently brushes a stray hair from your face, his thumb lingering against your cheek. “Yeah, baby, that’s usually how marriage works,” he replies, his voice dripping with amusement.

You frown, trying to piece everything together in your hazy mind. "But I don’t want to leave the club yet… we’re having fun, right?” you ask, your tone almost pleading, as though the thought of leaving this electric energy behind is too much to bear.

At that, Seungcheol’s gaze hardens a little as he leans down, glinting with unspoken promises. He presses a kiss under your ear, relishing in the way you shiver and press against him (he can’t help himself— the dress you’re wearing right now is sin incarnate). His lips linger against your skin for a moment longer, feeling your heart rate speed up at his antics. “We’ll have even more fun at home,” he murmurs, his voice deep and sultry; he smirks when you stumble a little in his grip, knees growing weak.

But of course, he’s not getting lucky tonight—you pull back just as quickly as you melted in his arms. You squint at him, narrowing your eyes as suspicion creeps in, your drunken mind still struggling to grasp the concept. “You’re not just saying that because you’re so pretty, right?”

He raises an eyebrow, leaning in until his face is mere inches from yours, his breath warm against your lips. His dark eyes sparkle with mischief as his voice drops to a low, teasing whisper. “You’ll just have to trust me on this one.”

For a long moment, you stare at him, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind trying to decide whether or not to kiss him right then and there. The world seems to slow around you, the only thing you can focus on is him—the way his lips hover so close to yours, the way his arms wrap securely around you, and the soft, affectionate look in his eyes. Finally, you let out a dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Fine,” you say, leaning in slightly, your lips brushing his with the faintest touch. “But only because you’re so pretty.”

[jarofstyles]

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warnings- use of marijuana, friends with benefits, biting, daddy kink, soft Dom H hehe

“H? Do you really think I’m pretty?” Y/N’s voice was slightly slurred, a mix of both tired and high as a kite from the joint they’d finished just a bit ago. The cool air flowed in from the window they’d cracked in order for her landlord not to get a call to complain, but she welcomed the chill. She always got a bit hot in her skin when the high hit her. “Don’t lie to me. Give it to me straight.

She loved smoking, sure, but she hated how it made her mind think about things she had purposely been putting off. Like her awful fucking dating life and how stupidly lonely she was.

Harry sat next to her on the sofa, his legs spread in an obnoxious manspread, his fingers messing with the Rubik’s cube. It wasn’t uncommon for them to smoke together- he was her best friend- but she wanted his opinion. The poor man was going to be subject to her insecurity.

Her string of bad dating experiences lately had made it hard to believe it wasn’t a her problem.

"Pretty? Babe, you're beautiful. Come off it." he mumbled, eyes still on the puzzle game. He was in that fluid mindset, neither here nor there. His reassurance felt nice but at the same time, a little vague. Her face contorted in a frown as she looked over at him. He was still baked, so she got it, but still. A little more would be nice.

“You have to say that. You’re my best friend. Tell me honestly, H. What is.. what is wrong with me? Because I don’t know how someone can go on so many bad dates and it not be a them problem.” It had been plaguing her the whole time and harshing the high. The words needed to come out. “I’m the common denominator.”

Finally, he put the Rubik's cube down and turned to face her fully, his gaze locked on hers. Sure, he was dazed from the weed, but he wanted to be sincere with her once he had heard how she had actually been a bit torn up from it. As hard as she tried, it wasn’t easy for her to hide her emotions from him. Even high Harry could see past the playful quips she had made lately. It had only been a matter of time before she had asked him about it and in his opinion, it was bullshit. There was nothing wrong with her at all. Y/N was amazing, but it was only natural to become a little insecure when someone had the string of bad luck like she had.

"Y/N, there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. I'm being completely honest with you, I swear. It's not you, it's them.” He winced knowing how cheesy it sounded but it couldn’t really be helped at the moment. “You're a fuckin’ amazing, smart, beautiful, funny, talented, kind person... I could list off all your good qualities cause there’s loads of ‘em, but m’high and can't think straight enough right now t’give you the fancier words like… exuberant? Pretty sure that one’s right ."

Y/N let out a little laugh. She could hear it in the low tone of his voice and how it seemed to take him longer than normal to say things when he was stoned and trying his absolute hardest to get that out, but it was a little cute. Too bad it wasn’t enough to get her out of her wallowing.

“Then I’m doomed.” She groaned, sinking into the couch. Her hands came up to cover her face, a tired sound leaving her as she tried to reset. “Dude, do you know how entirely and overwhelmingly exhausting it is? And don’t you dare call me dramatic.” Her eye peeped up at him before she fell back into a huff. “I know you get sex on tap but for the rest of us normal folks, it’s like a war zone out there.”

Harry snickefed at her little quip as he watched her sink into the couch. Letting out a sigh as he really thought about it though, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "I understand how you feel, trust me. It's not easy for anyone. Although I have to admit, I can't exactly relate to your dating struggles, not really. I just happen to be lucky enough to have a very dedicated fanbase."

He was joking but… not really. He always teased her about this. The women who tended to hang out around the garage or try to get near him after hours to ride him in the cars that he just fixed… It wasn't hard for him to get what he wanted. Being good looking, tattooed, solid and single, it got you a lot of places, and a lot of ass. If only she could relate.

“Yeah, yeah. Slut.” She grumbled lightheartedly, kicking her foot against his thigh. It wasn’t fair it was as toned as it was. “You’re a mechanic and you’ve got all the rich soccer moms throwing themselves at you for a romp in the backseat while their husbands are at work. That’s nice and all, but the dating pool for us commoners is abysmal at best.”

Shooting him a glare, she grabbed the bag of goldfish shaped crackers and popped some into her mouth. “At this point I’d be fine with a friends-with-benefits sorta thing- but god damn it, I just want someone to love me at some point.” There was a moment of silence before she cleared her throat. They didn’t really discuss their sex lives and stuff often so she took his silence as one of not knowing what to say- which was fair. She was sorta dumping this all on him. In the grand scheme of things it wasn’t that insane. Everyone went through shit like this. “Sorry. I don’t mean to actually be dramatic this time.”

Harry shook his head at her remark, giving her a reassuring smile that had his eyes crinkling at the corners. He locked his gaze on her face as he listened to her speak, his expression softening with understanding instead of the smug joking he was giving off before. "Hey, s’alright babe. You're not being dramatic. It's how you feel, and I understand that. Everyone deserves love, and I have no doubt you'll find it."

He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. When he spoke again, his voice low and sincere as he knocked his hand against her thigh to get her to look at him.

"Y/N... can I ask you somethin’? And don’t make it weird.” He warned, making her unsure what the hell he could be asking.

Brushing the hair out of her eyes, she turned to look back at him with a questioning look on her face. “Sure. What’s up?”

Harry seemed to hesitate for a moment, unsure whether he should ask or not. It would most definitely change their dynamic if she was offended or freaked out by it, but regardless he felt like it it was something he knew he had to ask. He shifted on the couch, turning to face her fully, taking a deep breath and letting his gaze lock on hers before speaking.

"Y’know how you were saying how you're open to a friends with benefits thing? And how you're tired of being alone?"

“Yeah…. I literally said it like, two second ago.” She replied, voice slow and drawn out. She knew she was foggy, but damn. Of course she didn’t want to draw conclusions but she had to wonder why he would be bringing that up again. Her heart beat a little harder as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Why?”

His gaze remained steady on hers, his expression unreadable. He took a moment before speaking again, his voice low and slightly hoarse. Of course he wanted to be careful with his words, in the off chance this could offend her but he knew that he’d kick himself for not asking if he avoided it. He took a deep breath before asking the question.

"I was wondering... if you'd be interested in having an arrangement like that... with me."

Blinking rapidly, she had to be sure she wasn’t just hearing things. Usually she wasn’t the type to have hallucinations when high, but she didn’t know if he would ever actually suggest that. “Uh.. can you repeat that?”

Harry smiled softly as he saw her surprise. He knew it was a big ask, but he was committed to the idea now.

Leaning forward, his voice was smooth and deliberate as he repeated his question, this time with more confidence considering she hadn’t completely looked disgusted at the idea.

"I was asking if you'd be interested in having a friend's with benefits arrangement with me. No strings attached, just a... way to fulfill certain needs without the commitment. What would you say to something like that?"

“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said.” The nod was casual, as if that hadn’t just completely freaked her out. Not in a bad way! But in a…. What-the-fuck-my-best-friend-just-asked-me to-casually-hook-up-on-the-regular, sort of way.

“Uh… I’m not saying no, but I have to ask why you’d suggest that? I didn’t think you were attracted to me in the slightest.” It had completely come out of left field. The intent behind complaining wasn’t for him to offer but to get genuine advice from him considering he never seemed to struggle in the dating department.

"Who the hell said I wasn't attracted to you? I’ve always thought you were stunning.” It wasn’t supposed to come off defensively but he had to wonder in the moment if maybe it did. Harry had never once thought of her as anything but mind blowingly gorgeous.

“Okay, but you have to say that. You’re my best friend, like I said before. I just….” Hesitance grew on her face, looking over his own for any sign of joking. If he was, her ego really couldn’t handle another blow. “I really don’t want to be a pity fuck. And I also don’t want to like… no offense to you, I don’t want to sleep with someone who isn’t exclusive with me? Not like in the dating sense but like, I’d ask you not to sleep with anyone else for safety and I don’t know how you’d feel about that.” Maybe she was rambling but thoughts were running rampant in her already overcrowded brain. Asking him not to fuck anyone else felt like an overstep for some reason.

As she spoke, Harry nodded along, listening intently. He understood her hesitation and appreciated the honesty; it was one of the things he had always loved about her- But he certainly didn't want her to feel like a “pity-fuck” either. That was the furthest thing she could be. He could respect her wanting a certain degree of exclusivity, especially for safety. He knew he was a bit of a whore and he wasn’t ashamed of it, but he had full ability and sometimes the wish to be monogamous- more than he expressed. Granted, if it were anyone else he’d probably feel a little suffocated in an ask like that but… It didn’t sound so bad when it came to Y/N.

"I get it," he said, nodding in agreement. Reaching out and placing a hand on her knee, his touch warm and gentle, he tried his best to reassure her. "I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't find you attractive, Y/N. It's not about pity, it's about wanting a connection with someone I know and trust. And it’s not like it isn’t a convenience for me, too. No awkward leaving afterward, no like… ‘here I’ll get you a cab’ or saying no to a sleepover. We’ve slept in the same bed loads of times and you know I love a cuddle..”

Sharpening her gaze on him, she tilted her head. “Is this because you wanna do some crazy kinky stuff? Cause I’m open but I dunno how crazy I’ll get.” She was kind of kidding…. But kinda not. There were her own things she wanted to explore, but she didn’t want to be a lab rat.

Harry's eyebrows raised at her question, slightly taken aback. He couldn't help but laugh lightly at her tone, but there was also a hint of genuine interest in his reply.

"You really think I'm into kink, huh? Some sort of freak in the sheets?” Wiggling his brows, he teased her. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t obvious that he was a bit of a frequent fucker, but he didn’t have much shame in that. It wasn’t a kiss and tell sort of situation, but he wasn’t shy about letting her know he’d had a lovely night the day prior when need be. “Well, maybe. But no, that's not the only reason..." He let out a breath, a smirk on his lips. "But I'd loveeee to find out what you'd be open to, if we did this."

“Nope, you first, casanova.” She bounced in her seat, getting closer. Her nosy tendencies took precedence over everything else, it appeared. Getting to know more about him that was was enticing and she couldn’t hold herself back. “What's the crazy stuff you’re into? C’mon, we never talk about this stuff.”

Harry was open about the fact he had a healthy supply of offers and hookups but she had stopped him a few times from giving details. Mostly for her sake, so she didn’t see him as some sort of deviant- even if he was. Now, though, knowing she was potentially someone who could experience said things? Her curiosity was killing the cat. Her cat. Metaphorically speaking.

The man’s lips curled into a small smile as he saw her eager expression. He leaned back on the sofa, his arm stretched out behind her. He was throughly enjoying her nosiness- maybe for the first time- considering it gave him the perfect opportunity to tease her a bit more. "Oh, where do I even start... I have quite a few kinks, darling. But I have a feeling you'd like to hear about a certain one..."

“Okay… so tell me.” She rolled her hand to motion to him to continue. Patience really wasn’t Y/N’s strong suit and it was beginning to show, even if the smoking had initially relaxed her. “Let’s hear it. I want to know what I’d be getting myself into, besides greasy hands and the smell of motor oil.” Though she’d never admit how she’d learned to enjoy it, too.

He couldn’t lie and say he wasn't enjoying how intently she was looking at him, how her gaze was fixed on his every move. He leaned forward just a bit, his voice dropping lower as he continued* "Alright, y’wanted to know, you'll get to know like the princess y’are. But keep in mind, I've got a few of these, not just one." The taunting made her give him that impatient look he was used to, snickering under his breath as she bore her eyes into him.

“Okay. Lay them on me, tell me!” She huffed, knocking his knee. “You’re edging for no reason. I already know that one because you’re gross. Tell me the real stuff.”

Raising a brow at her eagerness, he leaned back again with his arm still draped behind her. He began speaking again, letting his voice drop a bit. "Alright, just a little tiny taste then… See if you can handle it. I've got a thing for power dynamics, darling. Particularly, I like to be in control."

“Mm… I could have guessed that. You’ve got the whole smolder thing, and you do the…” Y/N put her hand behind his neck before pulling it off. “Then you do the neck holding thing when we go out. You like to control where people go. Boss me around. So I had a clue. Give me one I wouldn’t expect.”

The perceptive observations hadn’t been something he expected, but it did amuse him. He reached up to brush a strand of her hair away from her face, his fingers lingering against her skin.

"You know me too well, little dove." He muttered, his eyes sparkling with mischief. This was a conversation he was enjoying. Not one he anticipated tonight, no, but one that had him on the edge of his metaphorical seat. His real seat was leaned against the back of the couch. "Okay then... how about this? I also enjoy a bit of exhibitionism. Kinky enough for you?"

“Oh?” She sat with it for a moment. “Actually… that makes sense too. You’re understated in public but you still get a lot of attention. Behind the scenes you’re an attention whore and stuff, which I know first hand but… yeah.” She huffed. “Damn. Can’t believe I didn’t guess that sorta stuff.” Another question popped into her mind. “Wait… what have you done with that? Are you talking like. Dressing rooms, cars? Or in front of people for real?”

Harry grinned as she continued to analyze his kinks, watching her as she went through it in her head. Had she thought about it before on her own? That wasn’t something he’d mind, in all honest. He chortled at her question and leaned back, his arm wrapped behind her. He didn't want to reveal too much but he was enjoying this back and forth. Maybe a tad bit more than he should be.

"You've got good instincts, darling. Yes, I enjoy exhibitionism. And yeah, both dressing rooms and cars are on the list. But not just that... I like a bit more of an audience sometimes. But that’s a different conversation. I can explain why I like it, though. Since you seem to be so curious.”

“Do tell.” Yes, maybe she was a little nosy but… it was slightly arousing. Harry was interesting to her before but now, with the idea of her being in those scenarios, she felt an elevated desperation to know.

Harry noticed how her eyes darkened with excitement as she listened to him and it made a feeling of satisfaction twist in his gut. Having an effect on her was something he hadn’t realized he’d enjoy so much, but now that he had a taste he wanted to see more of it. He shifted a bit closer, his voice dropping into a low whisper. "I like the thrill of being caught. The danger of it, y’know? I love that it’s risky, that your adrenaline pump and you’ve got t’be quiet. Or you don’t, and you have people see- when it’s appropriate.” That was something he’d experienced a few times. “I’ve had it happen before. Maybe I could arrange that, if that’s something you’d want. People watching, not touching, just watching me touch you... and I’d touch you plenty, darling."

“I think um, I’d like it” It was hard to talk with how her tongue felt tied. “I’ve not done a lot of it but I think I’d be open to seeing and doing more of it.” Her voice weakened, feeling him close to her. His cologne was warm and slightly spiced, his fingertips brushing her arm. Y/N had never experienced the sort of thing he was describing. The most she had done was fuck in a car. “Y-Yeah. I think that’s something we could um… try.” She cleared her throat, trying not to show how affected she actually was. It was hard not to. “What other kinks? Anything I wouldn’t guess?”

Harry saw right through her attempts to seem unbothered and he grinned, his hand continuing to lightly brush against her shoulder. He was enjoying the effect he had on her, the more the minutes passed by. It was a brand new side of her that he hadn’t been privy too prior, but now that he had a chance to? He was going to indulge.

"Glad you're up for trying it, darling. And as for other kinks..." He paused for a moment, his gaze trailing over her body before he spoke again in a deeper voice.

"I'm also into a bit of rope bondage, but that’s for another day too. The typical things you’d expect in kink too, the rougher stuff sometimes, but I really like working you up until you can’t take it anymore. Making you desperate, y’know?"

“Ropes?” She swallowed the shock. “Oh. Hm…” it made sense given the other things but for some reason she hadn’t expected him to be into actual ropes. “I’d have thought maybe more handcuffs but you do like being difficult, don’t you?”

It was a joke but it slightly intimidated her. Nothing she wouldn’t try, though. She trusted him to do that sort of thing with her, if they got to it.

Harry hummed at her surprise and leaned a little closer, his hand coming up to her chin to tilt her face towards him. His eyes locked with hers, his tone serious. It was hard to ignore how beautiful she was now that he was allowed to think that way. It was something he’d tried to limit his brain from indulging in before, but knowing he’d have all the rights to be the one to stare and touch her, he felt like a layer had been peeled back.

"Yeah, darling, I like being difficult. And I like being in control. But we'll take it slow, alright?" He saw the hint of intimidation on her face and the small act of rebellion he liked to see in her. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, her skin hot and soft under his touch. “Nothin’ you don’t want t’do. I’ll make sure you're comfortable. Even if you’re a miserable little brat sometimes.”

“I…” her train of thought was stalled by the tender touch. Harry was… he was being a lot more liberal with his touches. Sometimes he was when he was high in general but this itself had her feeling hot under her skin. There was that intention now that this was slightly more than what friends do. “I can’t lie and say I’m not slightly intimidated by the thought of us doing stuff together. You’ve done a lot more than me.” She admitted meekly.

Harry simpered as he heard her confession and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He appreciated her honesty, understanding her intimidation. It would be the same for him in her position, but luckily he was going to use his advantage for good. "I know I've done more than you, but that's not a good nor a bad thing. Everyone is experienced in their own way, darling. And that's the point of us doing this... to explore each other, to learn what the other likes." He ran his hand down her arm, his fingers lightly tracing her skin, sending chills across her body.

His fingers curled around her wrist, lightly pulling her up and leading her to straddle his lap. This wasn’t at all where she had expected this night to go but… she couldn’t complain. With her nerves aside, Harry was by far one of the most attractive people she had ever met. There was no way she could turn away the opportunity to feel the way he touched someone romantically.

“You’re really okay not sleeping with anyone else in order to do stuff with me?”

Harry gazed up at her as she straddled his lap, his hands sliding up her thighs, pulling her closer against him. He looked up at her with a mix of desire and affection, appreciating her concern for his boundaries. "I'm absolutely fine with it," he assured her, his voice a low rumble. "I don't want anyone else." His hand came up, gently cupping her jaw. "I want to make you feel good, Y/N. I want to give you all the pleasure you deserve, and I want to be the only one doing it."

Y/N let out a weak sound as his lips pressed against the corner of her mouth. Having him so close was making her feel lightheaded, placing her hands on his shoulders as he tugged her closer to him, chest to chest.

“What do you want to do tonight?” She mumbled, eyes dropping to his lips back up to his eyes. “We don’t have to do like, everything and stuff but… I dunno.” The weed definitely made her aroused.

Harry chuckled softly, his lips just barely grazing the corner of her mouth, teasing her again. Feeling her body against his, her hands on his shoulders, it sent a wave of heat through his body. He doubted she knew that he’d started getting aroused when she started talking about what he’d be into.

"You're cute when you're bashful, darling. And high." He teased, his lips curving into a smirk as he spoke against her skin. "As for what I want to do... I just want to enjoy this moment. Maybe smoke a bit more, later. But mostly I just want to touch you."

“O-okay. You can touch me however you want.” Giving him that opening was bold, but she also knew she needed to just let him take charge. He said he liked to dom, so he would take care of her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt soft presses of his lips over her cheek, down to her jaw.

“You smell really good.”

Harry could feel himself holding back the pleased noise. The little compliment was a welcomed one, but he didn’t get them often from her. It was a new part of their dynamic but he couldn’t find himself upset with it. In fact, he was going to do everything he could to get some more out of her. He glanced at her, enjoying the way her eyes closed in response to his touch. Running his nose down the column of her neck, he took a little inhale of her scent. Sugary Sweet. Just like her.

"So do you, darling." He spoke against her skin.

In a test of how she’d react, he let his hands slid under her shirt, his fingers tracing along her bare skin. There was no stiffening, so he continued slowly moving closer to the hem of her bra. His lips continued their path down, leaving behind a trail of tingling sensations and wet marks on her skin.

The shaky exhale was louder than she had wanted, his hot fingertips burning a trail over her skin. He took the permission to heart, tracing the bottom of her bra as his lips moved down her collarbone.

Her breathing hitched as she felt his teeth sink into the skin lightly, a firm sucking making her fingers grip his shoulders tightly and nails dig into him just a bit. “Oh, shit… why does that feel good?”

Harry giggled against her skin as he felt her nails digging into his shoulders, enjoying the fact he was already getting a reaction out of her. He continued to kiss and bite her skin, occasionally sucking on the sensitive parts, marking his territory and drawing out more sounds from her.

"Cause I know what I'm doing, darling." He murmured against her skin before biting her collarbone again, this time a bit rougher.

“Oh my god.” She keened, head falling back as her hand came up to cup the back of his head. Fingers curled in his hair, feeling his mouth mark her up while his hand went under her bra, cupping her in his palms. “Fuck.”

Y/N felt the pulsing between her slick thighs, her sleep shorts riding up as she shuffled closer and pressed his mouth harder against her skin. It had been a while since she’d gotten laid but it was a little embarrassing how quickly he managed to get her to feel completely insane.

The sounds of her keening and breathing and the feeling of her arching into his touch was making his own need for her grow. His lips continued to work her her skin, marking and kissing and doing all the things he wanted because it felt like heaven to have this on tap. He could only imagine how much better their smoking sessions would be, how much more fun sleepovers would be if he got to love her up like this without a second thought.

“H…” she whimpered. Rocking her hips slightly, she rubbed against his bulge she could feel clearly between her thighs. “You’re h-hard already?”

Harry hummed quietly, feeling a thrill as she rubbed against him. His lips curled into a smirk against her skin before he lifted his head up, looking at her with darkened eyes. "Yeah, 'course I am, darling. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

Moving his hands back down to her hips, he gripped them tightly to grind himself against her. Give her a taste of just how hard his cock got for her. There was no reason for her to doubt. “You did this, sweet girl. S’all your fault.”

“Oh, shit.” She groaned, giggling at the end as she felt his mouth fall onto her chest. Wet, sloppy kisses were placed on the tender skin as she felt him guide her back and forth, setting a pace for the friction. “I can’t tell if it’s been a long time or if uh… if you’re just really good at this.”

Both. It was absolutely both.

Harry chuckled against her chest, his breath hot against her skin before his smirk widened.

"Mm, I would like to think it's because I'm really good at this," his hands guided her hips, setting a slow, torturous pace. "But maybe also a bit of both. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

“Uh-huh.” She nodded. “9 months.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at her response and tilted his head to the side.

"Nine months? Damn, babe." He murmured, his hands going under her shirt, his fingers tracing up her sides, making her shiver. Getting the reactions from her felt almost as good as her rubbing over his cock. "That's a long time."

“Just didn’t find anyone good enough to let in my bed.” She retorted, using her grip on his head to guide him back to her chest. “Take my shirt off.”

Harry didn't need to be told twice. He quickly pulled her shirt off, throwing it over his shoulder, before his hands came back up to her body, slowly tracing up her stomach, his fingers brushing over her skin. The thought had been there quite a few times over what she’d look like bare, but this was a brand new vision for him. One he absolutely adored.

"Beautiful." He murmured, his gaze wandering over her chest as he took in the sight of her bare skin, his breathing growing a bit heavier.

Her voice interrupted his inspection of her body. “Bra, too, please. Have to bite the bullet.” Despite her nerves that maybe he wouldn’t like what he saw, she felt comfortable with him. Harry wouldn’t ever make her feel bad. That much she knew for certain.

Plus… she wanted to feel more of his mouth.

Harry chuckled softly and nodded, his gaze locking with hers for a moment as he ran his fingers over the straps of her bra, pulling them down over her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, darling. Don't ever feel nervous around me," his reassurance grounded her, his voice gentle but firm.

He reached behind her back, quickly unclasping her bra and pulling it off, tossing it away. Taking a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him, his eyes lit with desire. “God. You don’t even understand how phenomenal you are, do you? M’a lucky son of a bitch that you’re letting me touch you at all.”

Y/N continued to rub herself against him, feeling flushed at the praise. It was embarrassing that she had a pretty good idea that her sleep shorts were getting soaked, but she was swollen and wet and the motions itself of him between her legs were getting her embarrassing close.

Feeling his mouth kiss over the naked skin, she let out a moan that she hadn’t expected to. He was delicate but demanding, taking what he wanted.

Harry groaned as he felt her rubbing herself harder against him, his hands gripping her hips tightly to guide her movements. He couldn't resist the need building up inside him, the need to make her moan and whimper and squirm beneath him.

"You sound so pretty, darling," The compliment murmured against her skin, his lips traveling down her chest, stopping every so often to leave wet kisses, claiming every inch of skin he could. Selfish, possessive, needy. He wouldn’t deny any three of those allegations should she so choose to label him.

“It’s gonna feel so good when you’re inside of me.” She whispered, almost in awe. He was thick and long and she could feel every inch under her. It was almost intimidating to feel it and know that was going to be inside of her at some point. “But I… we have to wait for that. Wanna do that when we aren’t all… you know.” High. At least the first time they fucked, she wanted to be sober completely. “I think I could get off just like this, though. I feel so good right now.”

Harry nodded, his lips continuing to leave wet kisses on her skin, his hands roaming up her sides as he continued to grind himself against her.

"Impatient, aren't you, darling?" He teased, nipping at her neck before moving his mouth to her ear, whispering in it. "You'll just have to wait for that, though. But...there's always other ways to get us both off, hm?"

“Which way?” She breathed, eager to hear any and all suggestions he had.

Harry held her gaze, his eyes dark and full of desire as he spoke in a low, husky tone.

"Let me show you."

He gently pushed her back until she was laying down, his hands running down her thighs, pushing them apart slowly. Shifting his position, he hovered over her, his body fitting perfectly between her legs. His weight rested on his forearms as he looked down at her, she felt her world right itself from how it had been tipped over.

Y/N hadn’t expected the shift of direction but she liked it. Feeling him on top of her, she felt… delicate. Protected. Even if his gaze was predatory and hot, she knew he was good hands to be in.

She also hadn’t expected his hands to grab her shorts, pulling them off and tossing them to the side- but as soon as her panties were exposed, he settled back between her thighs. It was less of a barrier between them.

Harry hummed in approval as he got a glimpse of her panties, taking a moment to admire the sight before him. "You're so fucking wet, darling. Made a mess of those useless shorts. Panties aren’t much better." He murmured, his eyes roaming over her body before they went back up to her face. "And I fuckin’ love that you're all mine right now."

Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing his face, she pulled it back up to her own and kissed him. Taking matters into her own hands, she felt him reciprocate immediately. And god, could the man fucking kiss.

Harry let out a soft curse at her sudden action but didn't hesitate to kiss her back through it all, his lips moving against hers hungrily. He pressed his body closer against hers, trapping her beneath him as his tongue delved into her mouth, greedily tasting and claiming her like he had been teasing the whole time.

“I wish you could fuck me right now.” She whimpered, feeling him rock against her. His cock perfectly pressed against her cunt and their mouths lapping against one another’s, it was heated and desperate. They couldn’t, not right now, but the idea of it had her slick and throbbing. It was unfair how her body was so primed and ready for him but she had to do the right thing. He’d feel so perfect inside of her and she’d be so full and they both knew it. “I wish you were inside me.”

Harry groaned at her words, the sound almost like a growl as he buried his face against her neck, his breathing getting heavier as he heard her whimper. He rocked his hips against her, his own need growing stronger with every second that passed.

"You have no idea how badly I want that, darling. But we can't...not yet." He whispered against her skin, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “I’m plenty patient, though. I’ll wait for you to want it, and then…” the pause was heavy. “Then I’ll give you every fucking thing you’ve ever wanted out of a fuck. Can promise you that.”

“I know. I know.” There was no doubt that he was fully and utterly capable. She swallowed back her desperation, wrapping her legs around his hips to pull them closer. “You just feel so good against me. I never expected this…” she whispered against his mouth. “But I’m so happy you decided to be horny and suggest it.”

Harry laughed, leaning down to press his lips against her neck again, licking at the skin as he continued to move his hips against hers, his body hot and heavy against hers. He lifted his head up slightly, looking down at her with darkened eyes as he took in how she had started to look a little blissed out. Just how he wanted her.

"I didn't expect it either, darling. But... I'm glad I did." He murmured, his fingers caressing her skin as he settled into a slow, steady rhythm. Rubbing back and forth, rocking his clothed cock into the sticky heat of her ruined panties, he knew her scent would be on them and that just sort of did something to him. Her own mark left on him.

Y/N felt the bubbling pleasure in her tummy. Feeling him rutting against her, the softness of his tongue as it brushed against her own, his hand curled around the back of her neck in such a possessive and firm grip, she felt controlled in the best way. Her eyes rolled back as she felt him grind harder against her.

“Fuck, Daddy. That feels so fucking good, feeling you against my cunt.” She purred, keeping herself glued to him. There was a pause of moment but she could feel him twitch against her, the sharp intake of breath as he tried to catch himself. It had been a shot in the dark, but one that hit the bullseye. “You like when I call you that? Does it make you feel good too?”

The reaction was visible. The man liked it more than she could even seem but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to play into it to see just how far it went. “Daddy… daddy…. Dadddy.” She taunted, whispering it against his skin. “You’ll make me cum like this. Just keep grinding into me…. Just like this.”

Harry groaned at her response, his lips moving down to her neck, leaving biting kisses in his path. The honorific had him weak, even more worked up than he had thought he could be in this scenario. Little Y/N was getting bolder by the minute and he fucking adored it. It made him wonder what else he could get out of her.

"You're gonna get it, darling. Jus’ be patient and let me make you feel nice, the way you’ve been wantin’ too." he murmured against her skin, his hips continuing to move against hers, keeping a steady pace. His hand cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him, his eyes dark and intense as he looked down at her. "Daddy's gonna take such good care of you, Y/N. Don’t ever doubt it."

Harry was hot to the touch, her fingers guiding his face back to kiss her as he ground his cock into her. She could feel how it twitched against her, her legs keeping him close so they could stay glued together. “That feels…” she babbled. “S’good. So good, H. I feel so hot and I’m so fucking wet and I wish there wasn’t anything between us but we gotta be good. So good.” She rambled. It was hard to control what left her mouth. She would call it temporary insanity if he brought it up again outside of their arrangement, but the simple movements were making her lose her goddamn head.

Harry's breathing was getting heavier by the minute, his heart pounding against his chest like they wanted to escape his ribcage as he continued to rock his hips against hers. He felt hot and needy, every fiber of his being screaming to be closer to her, but he held himself back, knowing that they had to at least try to be good. He’d get to sink his cock into that hot cunt another day, make her cum around it and squeeze and milk every drop from his balls into her. That was something he was going to look forward to. But for right now they were testing the waters, and he liked it way more than he thought he would.

"Y’feel so good, darling. So, so fuckin’ good, can barely stand it." He murmured against her lips, letting the praise flow easily off his tongue. It’s what the woman deserved. All these shitty hookups and no one knew how to get to those little itches she couldn’t scratch- but he could read her so easily. Harry knew what she needed. "You're doing so well for me, being so good. Daddy's proud of you."

The last sentence made her whine out loud. Pleasure flowed through her at his praise, wanting more of it. All of it. It had been so long since she had been touched by someone else, and while the last person she had expected to do it was her best friend, she had also never felt this level of desperation.

Harry could feel her body responding to his words, her whimpers and whines making his own desire for her grow even more. He loved knowing that his praise was making her feel good, that she needed to hear his words. He continued to murmur sweet, filthy things in her ear as his body moved against hers, his need for her growing more and more intense with every second.

"That’s my girl, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me, letting me take care of you like this."

He knew it had been a long time for her, felt it in how she kissed. Selfishly he would be glad to be the one she got to take care of her. No one else really deserved it. Maybe he didn’t either, but he cared for her genuinely. He liked her and he wanted the best for her- so that’s what he was going to do.

“M’gonna cum, daddy.” She whispered. “I feel it. You’re getting my clit so perfect each time you move… god, s’so embarrassing to cum dry humping but I forgot how good it feels.” Or maybe it just hadn’t ever felt this good with anyone else. It had been a while, sure, but she hadn’t actually had dry sex with someone since she was sneaking around with her boyfriends back home. Something about it made her know that it had to be a Harry thing, though. That he’s the reason it felt this fucking good and why she was desperate for it.

Harry could feel her words shooting straight to his core, his body growing hotter in response. He could tell that she was close before she had even said so, by the way her body trembled against him, by the way her words got breathier and more desperate. Hearing her say so only made him more eager to get there.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let daddy make you feel good, darling." Harry murmured in her ear, his hands gripping her tighter, his body moving against hers more frantically now as he chased his own release alongside hers. She was going to cum, she was going to cum because of him and fuck if that wasn’t the sweetest reward he could think of- he wasn’t sure what was. "You're doing so perfect for me. Just let go for me. You can do it. I've got you, sweet girl."

Y/N felt it approach quicker than she had wanted. It was no wonder, though. Harry was giving her everything she didn’t know she needed in the simplest way, and he wasn’t even inside of her yet. She felt safe and appreciated as his fingers held her and his lips cooed encouragement to her, the rhythmic back and forth of his cock rutting against her poor, soaked panties, the heat boiling over.

“I’m gonna- m’cumming, m’cumming, I’m cumming Daddy- Harry.” She babbled as her eyes welled up with pleasured tears, nails digging into his skin as she came.

Harry's breathing hitched as he felt her grip on him, her hands digging into his skin and her body trembling against his as she came. “There you go baby, there you fuckin’ go. Yes.” He gasped, feeling himself tip over the edge. His name leaving her lips in a strangled whimper had been the final straw, his own release hitting him like a wave, his body shuddering against hers as he followed her over the edge. Shooting right into his briefs, he felt the hot and sticky load and momentarily mourned the loss of it not being inside of her, but it was quickly passed over as the orgasm washed over him.

"God, darling," the man groaned, his voice low and rough as he buried his face against her neck. Mouthing over the skin as he tried to gather his bearings, he mumbled sweetness into her. "You did so well for me, sweetheart. You're so perfect. So good for me. Sweetest fuckin’ peach."

The loud groan that followed her own had caught her off guard, the sharp thrusts of his hips making her cry out in overstimulation but she did little to stop it, keeping her legs around his hips. “What the fuck was that?” She laughed, head falling back on the sofa with her eyes blurry and wet. It was hard to think.

Harry couldn’t say anything, his own brain fuzzy and his body in overload after that climax. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his forehead resting on her shoulder. His curls brushed her skin, scalp slightly damp as her fingers settled in the mess of hair and brushed through it without a second thought.

"Bloody fuckin’ hell, babe." Harry finally managed to say, his voice a bit shaky. "That was… incredible." He lifted his head up, looking down at her disheveled and flushed form, his eyes roaming over her.

It was just dry sex, but it had been better than some of the full on stuff he’d had. Maybe it was just their connection, their vibe, maybe even being high, but he knew it felt impeccable. This was something he wanted to revisit- and he would, especially when he was all alone with his hand on his cock.

“If it feels good like that, what the hell are we gonna do when we do the real thing?” Y/N blinked up at him, the flush of her orgasm glowing on her skin. She felt her body shivering slightly, her poor panties a complete mess she’d need to change into, but there was no regret so far. It took her by surprise considering she had been anticipating a bit of awkwardness between the both of them but there was no hint of it as they recovered, a light kiss pressed over her cheek as his hazy eyes looked down at her.

Harry let out a half-laugh, his body still feeling heavy and spent after that intense release- one that had been a welcomed surprise. There had been no prior indication that would be happening tonight but for as insane as it was that it happened, he was more than happy that it did. Getting to experience this side of Y/N had been something he liked far more than he could have ever anticipated.

Leaning down, his forearms rested on either side of her head as his eyes locked with hers while he spoke. "I have a feeling that the real thing will be earth-shattering." He said, his voice low and slightly hoarse. "The wait might kill me, though."

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I don’t have brain cells right now after that so please enjoy my current reaction to this MASTERPIECE by the yandere Queen herself

A Mechanic’s Manipulation - Yandere Draken x Reader

TW: possessive themes. Word count: 982

“Where the fuck are they going now?”

Over the past 3 days, the little red dot representing your car has traveled all across town, much to Draken’s dismay. A typically rather unbothered man, he hates when he gets like this. No, scratch that. He hates when you make him like this.

Well, it can’t be helped, for now. If you insist on being a pain, you can deal with the consequences. It’s better than him dealing with the excruciating pain he feels every time you leave with someone other than him without so much as a care. All he asks, without actually asking of course, is a simple check in to let him know where you are headed, with who, and why. It’s the least you could do if you honestly loved him half as much as he does you, right?

Thanking every God in the heavens he can that he had the foresight to know you would force his hand like this, he tries to calm down. He took counter-measures for this sort of thing at your last oil change 3 weeks ago. The GPS is only the first tool at his disposal. It has proven quite handy thus far but now it’s time for his trump card to shine.

“Hurry up and make it to a side street. Fuck, how long does it take you to make a turn? This is why I always drive when it’s the two of us,” his impatience fuels his agitation. However, that only lasts as long as it takes the red dot to travel through its current stoplight and into the nearest neighborhood. “There, this spot should do fine.”

One click of the mouse on his auto shop’s computer has him scoffing to himself, proud of how he’s sure to win this battle. You will probably have a bad day, but you did it to yourself. Traveling out of his boundaries, testing perimeters he doesn’t approve of — Whether you knew to ask or not is not of his concern. If you cared the way you should, the way you will one day, the way he’s going to make you, then you wouldn’t even have to think twice. Any second now..

His phone rings almost on command, your name bright across the display. A knowing chuckle leaves his chest as he answers, ready to play the knight in shining armor. All he needs is for you to beg a little. And beg you do, so pretty for him.

“What do you mean the car just shut off? Did you have any warning signs? Are you didn’t hear a noise or anything? That’s strange. Yeah, sure, I can be there in 15.”

Despite his anger with you, he keeps true to his word, leaving you none-the-wiser. As suspected from your Snap Story, you were with an unknown man, a lesser one than himself he quickly notes. Immediately popping the hood, he greets you with that same flirty smile that has you in this situation in the first place. It’s both cruel and humorous how you have the nerve to claim he has the most beautiful smile you have ever seen, yet you still refuse to be called his. No worries, he constantly reminds himself, because his smile is nothing compared to his determination. If he wants something bad enough, and boy it is quite the understatement to say he wants you, he will do whatever takes it to manipulate you into his arms. Like so.

Tinkering around with his wrench and a few bolts under the hood, he twists a valve to release a bit of steam with a dramatic hiss. It’s completely ordinary for that to happen, but he knows you don’t know any better. Your car has always been looked after by him so he knows it in and out. The only problem with it today is that he got pissed off and triggered the automatic shut off he installed last month. Greedy dealerships aren’t the only geniuses that can make use of that nifty mechanism.

“I need to get this back to the shop for diagnostics. I brought the hitch so we don’t need to call in a tow, but I can only fit the two of us in my truck with my tools. You didn’t tell me you had someone with you,” he looks to the eyesore on your left, “You don’t mind catching a lift from someone so we can take care of this right?” His smile fools you every time, telling you he only intends to help. His eyes make sure to do all the talking to your accomplice that is noticeably smarter, yet inadequate to do anything about it under Draken’s size and the false hero veil you allow him to so easily wear and abuse. Luckily for all of you right now, your friend, Draken’s self-declared competition, took the hint and says his farewell. Draken can't help but rumble out a low laugh at the way he sulks away, pulling out his phone to call for a ride as he disappears in the opposite direction. “Talk about a walk of shame,” he mumbles too low for you to hear.

The ride back to the shop is full of chatter, with Draken using the opportunity to pry into your personal life. As planned, he learns what you were doing, who the male you had with you is, and that he needs to make sure he pays him a visit to guarantee he stays far away from you. And as planned, you fall further and further into Draken’s carefully weaved web. Promises of a proper date and confessions of regret about not doing it sooner are what you graciously gift to him as a genuine thank you to your savior. Just like he expected, a little force and manipulation is all he needs to keep you right where he wants you.

[rafesangelita]

lmaoo what if rafe made cookies for pogue!sweetheart!reader using her recipe but he accidentally used salt for sugar or something like that but reader see’s how proud he is of his creation so she pretends to like them even though they’re awful. you don’t have to write this but if you do, thank you so much!!!!

warnings: reader being the sweetest gf, suggestive ending, slight humor (?)

“honey, i’m home!” rafe jokingly shouted from the front door of your camper, a tupperware full of cookies in his hand. “i have a surprise for you.” he smiled as you threw your arms around him, stepping on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “aww, ray..” you melted at the sight, your heart blooming in your chest at the sentiment. “i decided to give your recipe a try. ‘wanted to bake for you since you’re always baking for everyone else.” he handed you the container.

“oh my god.” you opened the lid, a little confused that you couldn’t smell anything sweet. “rafe, these look amazing!” you sat down, offering him one to taste. “nah, i want to see your reaction first.” he shook his head, taking a seat across from you. smiling nervously, you held one up, not seeing anything wrong with it. “pretty color, soft texture.. you might be me i’m afraid.” taking a bite, you immediately refrained from making a face.

you felt like you had just bit into a block of salt. “well?” making a quick recovery, you moaned delightfully, flashing rafe a reassuring smile. “it’s.. wow!” you nodded enthusiastically, quite literally forcing yourself to chew. rafe’s gaze faltered. “you don’t like them?” your panicked at the disappointment in his tone. he was so excited walking in here and now his shoulders had fallen in defeat. “are you crazy?! they’re perfect!” you took another bite, immediately coughing.

“are you sure?” he sounded unconvinced. “uh, yeah! you could put me out of business with these..” you laughed, waiting for him to look away before you hid the rest of the cookie behind the vase of flowers on the table. “now you’re making me want to try one.” he smiled, popping one in his mouth before you could stop him. you gasped, watching as his face morphed into one of disgust. “jesus, fuck, y/n—” he ran to your kitchen sink, “that should be a crime.” rafe spat.

you couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips. “i’m so sorry i subjected you to that. why didn’t you tell me that they tasted like they fell out of a salt shaker?!” he wiped his mouth with his shirt, exposing his glorious abs underneath. “you were so excited to show me rafe, i didn’t want to shut you down.” you pouted, cupping his face. “it was just a little mistake, next time we’ll make sure that it’s sugar that you mix in.” both of you laughed, the cookies long forgotten on the table.

“i may have messed those up, but i still have a sweet tooth..” rafe backed you up into the counter, his large hands resting on the curve of your ass. “yeah?” you teased, trailing a finger down his arm. he hummed. “yeah. you have some dessert for me?” you smiled, eyes flickering to your bed in the corner. “find out.”

[arcaneauthor]

Skz reacting to you kissing them in front of the other members

Warnings: um some kissing ig? Nothing else really

Tags: established relationships, kissing, so much fluff, seungmin being a little menace like always, I think that’s it

A/n: have this while you wait for my long hyunjin one shot! Also I just started writing skz and don’t fully know how to write their personalities yet so pls be kind🙏

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Chan:

I kinda feel like this would be a normal thing for y’all?

Like you would frequently come by the studio while skz is recording to visit him

And you’d always end up giving him a little hello and goodbye kiss

It was always just a peck but you’d think you two were full on groping each other by the way the members start gagging and groaning

They honestly should be used to it by now but they just can’t help but tease their dad leader

Mainly seungmin

“Ew you like kissing old men?”

But Chan’s used to it by now and just rolls his eyes and focuses back on his work

But he can’t hide the smile on his face

He kinda likes when the members tease him, it really makes them feel like family

Minho:

Would definitely turn it into a spectacle

Ik he doesn’t normally like skin ship from the other member that much so many people think he wouldn’t like pda from the reader but I think it’d be quite the opposite

Like I feel like he’d be the type that would grab you and pull you in closer when you try to just give him a peck in the dorm

Like we’re talking turning it into a full on make out session

And he’s fully aware the members are there, that’s partly why he does it

He thinks it’s kinda funny to get a reaction out of them

I feel like there’d be a mix array of both groaning an wolf whistling from the others

Either way he’d just throw a middle finger to the members over his shoulder as he smirks into the kiss

Changbin:

I actually kinda feel like changbin would be a little embarrassed

Like at first he’d kinda forget the other members are there and kinda get into it

And then when he’d hear the reaction from the members he’d pull away with a little blush on his cheeks

Would have that cute little embarrassed smile that he does as he lowers his head a little as he murmurs a “shut up” to the members

(If you’re a stay I feel like you definitely know which smile I’m talking about)

Would totally never admit to anybody that he was blushing

Like the other members maybe Chan would tease him like “aw binnies embarrassed”

And changbin being his loud self would be like “HUH? YOU THINK ID GET EMBARRASSED OVER SOMETHING LIKE THIS?”

Like my mind immediately went to that men in colorful pants vlive he did with Chan and Han when he was yelling at chan for calling him out on rapping his line too fast and he was like “YOU THINK I RAPPED FAST CAUSE I WAS NERVOUS?” Lol

Just imagine him saying it like that if you’ve seen that live

Jisung:

This man would be SHOOK

Like I’m talking about pulling away like he’s been BURNED

Quokka cheeks are flaming red

Why do I almost feel like this man would let out a surprised yelp as if you’ve just attacked him lmao

Looks between you and the members with wide eyes like “did that really just happen?”

unlike with the others I feel like the members wouldn’t make teasing comments towards you guys

They’d just be on the floor ROLLING at Han for getting so flustered

And even though you were the cause of it he’d still hide his face behind you to escape his embarrassment

Hyunjin:

Feel like he wouldn’t get too into the kiss knowing the others are there

But also would definitely lean into you a bit

For some reason I just feel like hyunjin would be an amazing kisser

I mean have you seen those luscious lips??

Anyways that’s a story for another fic lol I’m getting distracted

like Chan I’d feel like he’d get his sassy eye roll going on when the members made a comment

With how much it seems that hyunjin and seungmin play around with each other seungmin would definitely tease the shit out of him

And hyunjin would give him that signature bombastic side eye

I feel like seungmin would keep it going to the point of hyunjin just eventually standing up to literally pounce on him

Seungmin would just be laughing like a maniac the whole time

Felix:

I actually feel like Felix wouldn’t be as embarrassed as you’d think

Like Ik he’s a smol bean but down deep I feel like Felix is actually pretty confident

Not in a cocky way but like he’s sure of himself yk?

Like I feel like he’d just smile into it

Turns it into a bit of a longer but still soft and sweet kiss

Just completely ignoring the noises from the members in the background

Like I think he’d just be in his own little world with you

After y’all pull away he just pulls you to sit facing forward on his lap and hugs you from behind

Has THE brightest smile on his face as he does it

Seungmin:

I kinda feel like seungmin wouldn’t like you giving him pda

Not like to the point of getting angry or anything

But I kinda feel like he’d pull an “ew” face lol

(And I don’t mean this as being bad or anything, I myself don’t really love pda so I get it lol)

But you probably do it to just playfully annoy him

Which is why you’d probably be giggling with the members at him

“I hate you guys” but he’d say it with a smile on his face so you knew he wasn’t actually upset about it

He’d probably give you a long kiss later in his room to make up for it

Jeongin:

He wouldn’t go as far as to immediately yank away like jisung

But he’d definitely be a shy baby

Ik he looks all grown up and stuff these days but I feel like little baby bread is still under there somewhere lol

Like his eyes would widen mid kiss when he really processes that you’re kissing him in front of everyone

The members wouldn’t so much as tease him like with the others as they would moan and groan about seeing their little maknae doing “adult stuff” lol

Poor thing would definitely turn red, covering his face with his hands as he sunk down

Would honestly be wishing the couch would just swallow him up

Probably wouldn’t make eye contact with you for the rest of the night because he’d just start immediately blushing lol

Also would probably keep his distance cause anytime your hands so much as touched the members would tease him about y’all making sure you weren’t “moving too fast”

End notes: well I officially finished this at 5am lmao. Guess I better head to bed🫡

[doromoni]

Off Time | LN4

Ships : Lando Norris x F1 Presenter! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Subtags : She fell first; He fell harder, Misunderstanding, Mutual Pinning

A/N: Bruh this is so self indulgent! FYI~ I made this during my internship time (I was literally doing nothing). So heree enjoyyy ig?

Summary : You have pursued Lando’s affection, yet he doesn’t seem interested. Till your patience wavers and Lando realizes it too late. Will there be a right time for the two of you?

Masterlist

Part 2

It was another season of Formula 1 on the Silverstone track, the paddock was buzzing with excitement and cameras flashing as the drivers arrived one by one.

You were patiently waiting by the entrance of the paddock club eagerly looking for the family that loved you like their own. You promised them that you’ll see and spend time with the Norrises first before your busy schedule fully takes over and renders you unavailable for the rest of the weekend. It was expected considering that your line of work requires you with a mic and a camera on you at all times.

You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, probably your boss Mia giving you orders on your next driver interview, and as you checked — you were right. Oh! It was at Mercedes with George. You were in the middle of replying to your boss when you suddenly felt arms wrap around your waist with force enough to make the both of you stumble for balance.

“Y/N! I missed you~ did you bring my stroopwaffles?” You were suddenly engulfed and bombarded by the youngest Norris sibling.

“Yes, Flo . Its at the hotel and I missed you too. Babe, I saw the horse show on video. You were amazing!” you exclaimed proudly as you hugged the younger girl back.

Your eyes then softened as you gazed at Adam and Cisca. They were smiling from ear to ear waiting for their turn for a hug.

“Hi, guys!” You finally said as Flo released you from her clutches and the Elder Norrises hugged you in one big group hug.

“Hi, darling. It’s so nice to see you again. Don’t get me wrong dear you’re amazing on TV — I just prefer to see you in person” Cisca comes at you as she pushes her husband aside to gather you alone in her arms; squeezing you.

“ Honey, let the poor girl breathe.” Adam Norris lovingly reprimanded his wife as he placed his hand on your head and messed with your hair.

You giggled at the family’s antics. Your eyes wandered around the area and you couldn’t help but look, hoping to see Lando’s presence nearby— hoping to have a chat or something.

The Elder Norris couple saw you looking around, probably looking for their son and they couldn’t help but feel awful for you.

“I’m sorry sweetie, Lando said that he’s running a bit late. We should go on ahead”

“Oh, yes of course. Shall we? I need to show you my office, I just got promoted!” You said trying to hide your disappointment with the achievement you got.

They knew that you liked their boy, and they were so happy about it. They would do anything to have you in the family. They just hoped that their son would finally clean his act up and see the amazing girl that was in front of him before it was too late.

As you walked through the paddock with Flo’s arm draped around yours, you couldn’t stop thinking about the British McLaren Driver.

He didn’t hate you, he didn’t hold anything against you— he just was… indifferent. Lando Norris didn’t like you the way that you did. Lando wasn’t interested, not in a romantic relationship type of way anyway. Or that’s what you concluded considering that for the past months of trying to shoot your shot, you were always turned down by the English Mclaren Driver.

His fellow drivers and best mates had always supported your attempts to pursue Lando. They said that you would be good for him, that you and Lando made sense. They knew that you would make him happy.

You met his family by chance and it bloomed when you saved them from being hounded by the press during the race where their son crashed; this resulted in a thank-you dinner and the rest was history.

His dad had loved you and wanted you in the family — so much that you were invited to intimate family gatherings and outings. His mom cherished your times together inside the kitchen, bonding over shared recipes and coffee dates. While his younger sister ran to you for comfort and advice. You were practically a Norris at this point.

However, the Norris sibling that held your fancy wanted nothing to do with you. To him, you were the family friend and the commentator from Sky F1. You were just a distant friend at best and for you that was enough.

Your mind was preoccupied with dazzling green eyes, the head of full curly hair, and now a blemish on his nose from a cut that you found most attractive on him. Your thoughts were fully circling Lando Norris and you didn’t realize that it was time to say goodbye to Adam, Cisca, and Flo.

“Ok guys, I need to work. I’ll find you when I can, alright?” You sulked as you dropped the Norrises off in front of Mclaren’s Motorhome. They said their goodbyes with hugs and cheek kisses. As you were leaving and them stepping inside the doors of McLaren — you were so sure that you saw the mop of curly hair that belonged to Lando Norris.

And you knew deep down that Lando was there the entire time and he just didn’t want to talk to you if not necessary. Knowing that information hurt you tremendously, but you continued to smile nevertheless.

***

Inside the McLaren Motorhome, just as you left, there stood Lando Norris clad in a black hoodie and sweats waiting for his family to enter. Yet his eyes lingered on the girl who seemed to catch his family’s affection like a bear to honey.

“Mum, Dad, Flo! How have you been?” Lando exclaimed as he hugged his family one by one.

“What is it, mum?” Lando asked his mother as soon as he spotted the disapproval on her face

“You said that you’ll be late, why are you inside the motorhome then?” Cisca’s eyes narrowed at her son.

Lando’s eyes shifted away from his mum, he didn’t like to lie to his parents. Rather to be quiet than lie.

“You know why, plus I’m thinking of dating someone else so please stop pushing Y/N to me,” Lando said somewhat indignantly.

“Son, Y/N is an amazing girl. Anyone would be lucky to have her. We just don’t want you to regret anything” His father explained pointedly however still gentle.

“Listen, I know that you love having her around. But, I just don’t fancy her like that. “ Lando languidly explained to his family his feelings for the commentator for what seemed to be the hundredth time.

“Lando, I love you, but you’re being stupid. Maybe Y/N could be better off with someone other than you” Flo mutters with her lips pouted out as she pulls her parents further into the motorhome, not bothering to wait for what seems to be a frozen Lando.

Lando knew to himself that he didn’t like you. He was sure of it. Then why does the thought of you with someone else make his stomach churn and his blood boil?

He pictured you aiming your beautiful smile towards another man. Lando imagined you riding in another man’s car and being your attentive and caring self. A memory of you doing the same to him came to his mind.

You were seated in the passenger seat of his Mclaren, the sound of the Japanese house’s “Sunshine Baby” slowly playing in the background as the three of you cruised through the streets of Bristol, while Flo was dozing off in the backseat. Everything was peaceful and calm as Lando drummed his hand to the beat. The drizzle of rain slowly pelted on the windshield, adding to the calmness.

“What song is this?” Lando suddenly asked you, catching you off guard. His eyes then met yours and held your gaze.

“Oh! It’s Sunshine Baby by the Japanese House. You like it?” You asked back, reluctance was evident in your voice.

“Mhmm, It’s very calming. I mostly listen to house music and EDM… something calm is great. Do have other recommendations?” Lando conversed with a smile on his face, his eyes meeting yours once again before looking back to the road.

“I have an entire playlist! Give me your phone” You showed Lando your palm gesturing for his phone.

As Lando hands his phone to you, Flo wakes from her sleep and demands food on the way.

“Lando I want food. Y/N please buy me food” The younger Norris pouted at you and his brother.

“What do you want to eat, Babe?” You asked Flo when you saw Lando nod in approval.

“Fish and Chips!” Flo exclaimed with enthusiasm. You saw the look of apprehension of the British Driver but he didn’t say anything— only silently drove to the nearest fry shop instead.

“I’ll be back with food.” You spoke as you went to grab your wallet. Lando was handing his card, but you only grinned at the driver then sticking your tongue out as you exited the vehicle.

“I got this covered London boy!” You teased, earning a laugh from both the Norris siblings.

The food didn’t take too long and before you knew it you were back inside the slick Mclaren as the smell of grease and salt wafting the air.

“Ohhhh, that smells amazing~ did you get us all Fish and Chips, Y/N?” Flo asked as she moved to get her food.

“Babe, Your brother doesn’t like fish. So I bought Chicken and Chips for him instead. While you and I get fish” You replied as you gave Flo her food and drink.

“You got me food too and it’s not fish?” Lando asked you with a look of both admiration and a bit of confusion.

“Mhm, you hate fish, right? So chicken it is!” You smiled at the McLaren Driver as you popped the straw in his diet soda and handed it to him.

You were always thoughtful and sweet to everyone, but Lando saw that you were especially so with Him and his family —you remembered every detail.

An uncomfortable sensation settled on his chest as Lando saw in his mind you sharing the bond you had with his family with the family of your other half.

“Lando! Come on” His train of thought was disturbed by the shouts of his dad. However, the feeling of stuffiness remained.

***

You were walking through the paddock towards Ferrari when you walked into Alexandra and Rebecca along the way. The two wags were sweet and inviting, despite their lives of luxury and glamour; their humility shined especially Charles’ girlfriend.

While you were friendly with Rebecca — you didn’t have anything that connected you other than Carlos Sainz. You always felt a bit of tension with the girl, on her part of course. Maybe because of your close relationship with Carlos, jealousy was a feeling you understood well, so you didn’t hold it against the girl. However, with Alex, Alex just like Flo has found solace in your presence in the paddock. You were the first of the few who welcomed her with smiles and open arms when she first started appearing in races; solidifying your bond with the art graduate.

And so Alexandra was the very first to advise you on the news that ultimately breaks your heart.

“Y/N, I heard from Kika that Lando has been going on dates with a girl named Magui for a couple of weeks now and she says that the girl would be coming to the races in the very near future” Alex gently said as she clutched your arms tighter around hers— offering comfort.

Your breath was caught in your throat and you didn’t know how to reply without bursting into tears.

You thought after Luisinha you had a chance or at least to be closer with the driver. But with rumors swimming around about him dating this Portuguese model with a checkered dating past, your chances grow slimmer and slimmer.

Maybe you were kidding yourself for hoping for Lando to reciprocate your feelings. Maybe you were being overly optimistic when everyone said that Lando would come around. Maybe the best was just to give up.

Maybe it was time to truly let go of Lando Norris.

***

It was impossible to miss each other in the paddock, one way or another Lando and Y/N crossed paths.

It was almost routine for Lando to hear your voice calling out his name as you waved your hand in greeting. A sweet smile was always ready for him.

That’s why shock and bewilderment overcame Lando as you walked past him as if he wasn’t even there. No greeting, no smile, not even a brief eye contact.

You went past the driver as if he weren’t there. As you continued to walk away, Lando couldn’t help but look at your retreating form with hurt— he looked wounded by your indifference.

He then heard your sweet voice calling out a name, but this time it wasn’t his— it was his teammates' name. “Oscar!” You bellowed at the Australian Driver; with a smile that Lando wished was directed at him.

***

It has been a month with Y/N’s interactions with Lando at a standstill. And at this point Lando cannot deny that it drove him mad, that you drove him mad.

He was no longer in denial about his feelings for you. He fully accepted it and he wanted you back. Lando Norris liked you the way you did.

[hemmohoran]

The Moment I Knew (You Don't go to Parties) (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x fem! Reader

Requested? Yes, by my lovely @hoodhoran

Summary: Based on "The moment I knew" by Taylor Swift and a little bit of "You don't go to parties" In the most important day of your life, Calum breaks a promise

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of weed, alcohol. Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language im sorry)

Word Count: 5.9k

Author's Note: And an angsty piece to end the year, why not? Remember that REBLOGS are super important as are COMMENTS AND INTERACTIONS. SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS! Hope you like it and happy reading.

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5 AM (4 hours after)

This is the moment in movies where the guy realizes he fucked up. Where he sits alone in a crowded room, his eyes focused on an empty glass or a fake pot plant that stands in the middle of the coffee table while his friends are celebrating around him. But it’s all blurry and filled with white noise to him.

Then, he would get up from his spot, a newfound hope set in his eyes as he decides it was not over yet and it won’t be over until he stops trying. At that moment he swears he will never stop trying to get her back; to make her love him again and forgive him for all his mistakes.

But Calum couldn’t move.

His mind was racing despite the amount of weed he smoked since he got there. His heart palpitations went along the rhythm of the song that blasted from the speakers. But his fingers were clinging to the couch he was sitting on, feeling every speck of dust that hid under his fingernails. His feet were concreted to the floor, unable to move or follow the directions his brain was practically screaming at them.

The sounds of the party continued to mix in with his thoughts; the fading of laughter and poorly sung songs made an echo through his broken heart. No one dared to look at him, and if they did, they'd chosen to ignore the tears that dried upon his cheeks, blaming it on the weed.

Where would he even go? As far as he knows he doesn’t have a place to stay the night, and he deserved it. He deserved the uncertainty and the fear of what was to come especially after not doing anything about it. And he’s not stupid enough to go to her house again, not after what happened.

So, he just stayed there. Unmoving, and unforgiving toward his own heart.

His friends watched him from afar. Three pairs of eyes filled with empathy and concern set on him and the destructive image surrounding him.

“We can’t call her,” Luke said, looking over at Calum and his disregarded phone on the table “But man, I wish we could do something”

“I mean, we could call her but she’s in her right not to answer any of us” Ashton sighed “It won’t be fair”

“Do we even know what happened?” Michael asked

“Based on what we’ve seen it is not hard to guess. We’re partly to blame as well”

“I just- I have never seen him like this. Or her…”

Michael’s words hung in the air for a while, and mumbles of agreement soon followed. So much had happened that day, but they knew it was not a recent problem, today was just the catalyst of many broken hearts before.

Calum couldn’t see them watching him, he didn’t even know where they were or why they were there with him. All he knows is that his heart is grieving and he can’t understand why - just why?. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn’t he be less selfish? Why is he sitting there without doing anything about it?

Maybe he already knows the answer.

His lips started to tremble as he came undone on the couch. Painful sobs were robbed from his throat, scratching it as they came out muffled into his hands; throwing himself forwards until his elbows hit his knees.

The memories of the past years came running through his tears, wetting the cheeks she used to kiss and the hands she used to hold like her most prized possession. He won’t wake up with her anymore, not a kiss goodbye or a welcoming dinner. All the lazy afternoons and the parties they went together with are now gone and forgotten somewhere in his memory, never to return again.

And it’s all his fault.

“Hey, buddy. C’mon” He heard one of his friends - Michael said - as he felt an arm around his shoulders “Let’s get you home, okay?”

Calum shook his head violently “She’s not there!”

“Cal…”

“Please, call her Ash!” He begged, “I need to see her!”

“Not in the state you are now,” Ashton shook his head “She won’t come, and you know it”

“Bu-but she might! She always comes”

“Not this time,” Michael helped him up and steadied him with a hand on his chest “Let’s go, Cal”

A new wave of sadness shocked him as he tried to hold off the tears. But he knew by looking at his friends’ faces that they were right. She’s not coming, she won’t come back anymore.

“I’m sorry,” He started but crumbled to the sound of his own broken voice “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

Luke looked over at his friends, knowing that what was to come won’t be easy, but they needed to do it anyway.

“Let’s go home, Cal, okay? There’s nothing else we can do here”

This time, Calum nodded as he let himself be taken away by his friends.

*

3:30 AM (2 and a half hours after)

“Hey, babe. I know I screwed up and you had every right to do what you did. But please, can we talk about it? When you’re ready, I don’t want to force you. I just- I just really need you to hear me out. Know that I’ve never intended to hurt you, ever. I’m just an asshole and I’m sorry. I truly am-”

“Hey, it’s me again. I know I keep calling and you’re not answering. I deserve it. But I can see you reading my messages and that gives me hope, I guess. I don’t know if you’ll hear this message, but please call me. Or come over here to Martin’s house, it’s the only refuge I could find and I know you don’t like this scene but- I’ll wait for you if you decide to come. I really hope you do and I know I have no right to-”

“Fucking hell these messages! Please come back, baby! Let me explain-”

You didn’t even let yourself listen to the last five messages he left on your voicemail. Hearing his voice while he was clearly high was just another punch to the gut, a reminder of why it was necessary to do what you did. But the hurt of hearing him call you “baby” again, the aching of your heart as it begged you to just give in and take him back… You couldn’t do that to yourself again.

If you had to become heartless, then you would. For your sake and his.

Calum: Please stop ignoring my calls

Calum: Y/N…

Calum: I’m sorry! I said I’m sorry and I’ll continue to say it until the end of time. I’ll never forgive myself for this, please!

Calum: Just give me one last chance

*

1:30 AM (30 min after)

He was gripping the steering wheel as if it was the only thing grounding him to earth at the moment. He parked a few minutes ago, but he couldn’t find the strength to get out and face the music.

The ride was silent until he reached Martin’s house where the speakers would surely make a neighbor or two to file a complaint. He didn’t want to be there but he had no choice. He couldn’t go back home knowing she won’t be there or even unsure if she’ll ever come back. And all his friends might not want to see him either after knowing what he did. For the first time in years, Calum Hood felt completely and utterly alone.

“Fuck!” He yelled, hitting the steering wheel with all his might, over and over. A string of curses left his mouth with every single blow, only stopping when he stopped feeling the pain.

He needed that. He needed to feel numb again, fall back into the bad habits and forget this night ever happened. If he couldn’t do anything to change it now, he would tune it out.

With newfound motivation and anger settling into his bones, Calum frowned at his image in the rearview mirror and ran his hands through his face. If everyone saw him for his mistakes, then he’ll make sure no one would ever notice his feelings again. And so he jumped out of the car and shut the door with a loud bang before heading toward the party, the only place where he knew everyone, but no one really knew him at all.

“Calum! hey!” Martin said with a big smile the moment he opened the door “What are you doing here? I thought you told me a week ago that you had plans with your girl”

At the simple mention of it, Calum became enraged with embarrassment as he pushed past his friend with a groaned answer and headed toward the kitchen where he knew the good stuff would be.

Martin stood with a confused look on his face, knowing something wasn’t right with Calum. So, he took out his phone and made a call.

“Hey, man. I know it’s late and all, but Cal just came here and he looks rough”

“He’s at your party?!” Ashton’s voice from the other side of the line, concerned but surprised at the same time “Send me your address, and we’ll come to get him”

“Is he alright? What happened?”

A sigh “A lot happened. Just- could you keep an eye on him? Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid till we get there?”

“Sure, dude. No problemo. Did he have a fight with his girl?”

“Worse,” Ashton deadpanned, “I think they are over for good”

*

1:00 AM

There was tension in the air, everyone could tell but neither of them dared to say a word about it. Maybe they were just pretending for your sake, afraid of what might happen if they brought it up again. It was clear as water that you didn’t want to talk about it.

So they all just pretended everything was okay. You even let yourself be the victim of that charade as you smile tightly at the guests who were already saying their goodbyes and wishing you a happy birthday. You would smile at them and thank them for coming, all without leaving the comfort of your spot on the couch. It was not your intention to be rude, but you didn’t have any energy left.

Your dress was crumbled up under your fingertips as you played with the hem, purposely ignoring the door this time, not like you’d been doing the past hours, knowing that if you looked, you might not be able to help the tears from falling.

“Hey,” You looked up to see Luke standing in front of you, pointing to the spot next to you on the couch. You nodded and he sat “How are you doing?”

A chuckle escaped your lips “You want the truth or the speech?”

“The speech?”

“I got it rehearsed,” You said, biting your lip “Every time someone asks about Calum and why he’s not here, I’ve been using the same speech: “Oh, he’s busy at the studio, you know how it is” or “He just texted me saying he might be late, but I’m sure he’s doing his best to get here” or maybe, “He says hi and he’s sorry he couldn’t make it, something came up and it was unavoidable…” You tell me which one could apply in this situation, lately, you’ve been seeing him more than me”

Luke tried not to look taken aback by your comment, saying it as if it didn’t hurt you at all the fact that he didn’t show up. But he could see it, even if you tried to hide your eyes from his, this wasn’t just a one-time thing. He looked over at Ash who was standing in the corner, asking him with a simple look how you were doing. A look from him was enough for them to know that things were not good at all.

“He said he’d be here…” You whispered, shaking your head and pretending to push your hair back so that people won’t notice the tear that managed to escape “Have you called him? He wasn’t answering my phone and I- I just hope nothing bad happened”

The guilt immediately crept up on you, knowing that you will never forgive yourself if anything happened to Calum and you were just moping over him not showing up to your party.

“We tried, but it just kept on ringing, he might have it on silent. Michael went to his house to see if he was there”

“What if something happened to him?”

“I don’t think-”

But his words got stuck in his mouth as the room suddenly fell silent. Luke’s eyes passed from you over your shoulder, they were opened wide and flickered between you and the door. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a strangled mumble came out, not knowing if he should smile or warn you about it.

You turned around and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. At the door stood Calum, frowning as he looked around the room, unable to find you. You took this opportunity to look at him; he was wearing the same wrinkly shirt he wore yesterday and then threw on the floor of his bedroom; his shoes weren’t matching; his hair was a mess and - by the look of it - he hasn’t showered yet. He looked like he was in a rush, with no effort whatsoever. And, at the moment that he finally found you sitting on the couch, the way his eyes filled with relief as his frown turned into the smile you know so well, the one that claimed “Nothing to see here, we’re alright” At that moment you knew he had forgotten once again.

Calum opened his arms as he walked toward you, smiling widely as he stole the center of attention, singing the “happy birthday” song as he got closer and even managing for some of the confused guests to follow along. But he didn’t manage to catch you, for the moment that he got too close, you stood up and ran in the opposite direction without saying a word.

“Y/N!” You heard him call, even heard some of his friends trying to stop him from following you, but you knew that would be futile.

So you ran to the bathroom again and closed the door before he could come in, locking it from the inside as you pressed your back against the hardwood and slid down to the floor, biting your lip to prevent a sob from escaping.

Soon, you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, baby, please open the door” Calum begged with a soft voice through the other side, knocking again “Please, I- I know I messed up, and I’m so so sorry. It won’t happen again and-”

“Thirteen”

“What?”

The door opened suddenly, making Calum take a step back. He noticed immediately the redness of your eyes and the trembling of your lips, and he wished nothing but to be able to take it all back and re-do this whole thing just so that he won’t ever have to see you so hurt again, knowing he was the cause of it.

“This is the thirteenth time you stood me up, Calum. Thirteen!” You cried, holding the handle of the door for dear life “And I was willing to forgive all of those times, Cal. My mother’s birthday, my graduation party, the dates that you didn’t show up, the parties that you know I hated going by myself… All of that I was willing to let go because you said- y- you said you’d be here for me”

You couldn’t hold it back any longer. The tears just came streaming down your face, shaking your body with unshed sobs that you refused to ever let him hear. He tried to come closer, to hold you and show you some kind of comfort, but you wouldn’t let him. No, instead you took a step back, watching the hurt in his eyes as if he didn’t deserve it.

“You told me you’d be here today”

“I tried-” But you didn’t let him finish

“Where were you? Why are you showing up late when my birthday is already over and wearing the same clothes as yesterday? What could you have possibly been doing that you just had to miss my birthday?”

Calum opened his mouth but nothing came out. Telling you the truth would be just as bad as lying, he had no excuse, no reason to have done what he did knowing how much it meant to you to be there with him. So, he did the only thing that he could think of and he started to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” He said, you rolled your eyes and started to close the door again but he stopped it with his foot “Baby, please! I really am sorry I- I had no idea you felt like that”

“Because the moment I say something about it you always come up with the same excuse to make me look like the bad guy!” You shouted “Every time I ever mention wanting you there with me you say “You know how busy I am” or some other bullshit like that. And I get it, Cal, I swear I do and it kills me every time because I feel like me complaining about it makes you feel like shit because you love what you do and I love it as well. But fuck! I’m so tired of being just an afterthought to you!”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t tell me I’m not, Calum. I” you sighed, “I know that your career is important. I have never complained about how much time you spend in the studio, or when you have to cover one of the guys’ parts, or when you’re on tour god knows where - But I’m just so, so tired of being second best in your life. And if that’s all I’m going to be then, why bother?”

Calum took a step back, blinking at your words to make sure he hadn’t imagined them. But the look on your face was serious, even when you lowered your gaze to avoid looking directly at him.

“You’re not serious,” Calum said, voice hoarse and broken “Y/N, I know you’re not serious”

He walked up to you, placing his fingers under your chin to make you look at him.

“Baby, I know I fucked up. I know I failed you and you have no idea how much I regret it”

“I just asked for one night,”

“I know, I know, baby” He pleaded, trying so hard not to break “And I’m an asshole who couldn’t keep his promise. But it’s the last time, I swear! I love you, I love you so so much-”

“Then why weren’t you here?” You looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, and you pushed yourself away “You should’ve been here, bursting through the door at least an hour ago. Even five minutes before. I would’ve been so happy to just have you here for a moment knowing that’s all I could get. You mean the world to me, Cal… But I can’t keep letting myself down for someone whose world is so big but without any space left for me”

Calum shook his head “Y/N, that’s not true! You know how much you mean to me!”

“I don’t. And that’s the problem, Cal. But the worst part is that maybe you don’t even know it, you just think you do”

“Y/N-”

He pleaded one last time, and in his eyes, you could tell that he was being sincere. But honesty couldn’t erase tonight, it couldn’t get rid of the pain of the eternal waiting. You meant every word you said, and it was time to put yourself first.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it,” He said, voice shaking in regret “But-”

“I’m sorry, too” You sighed, letting the tears run down gracefully “Goodbye, Cal”

“Baby, no wait!” He yelled one last time before he felt the wind hit his face and heard the door slam in front of him “Fuck! Y/N, open the door!

He started banging on the door again, calling out your name along with some apologies and pleas to hear him out. Soon, a hand was on his shoulder, pulling him back.

“Okay, Cal. That’s enough!” Ash said, sternly, pulling him close to a hug as he whispered in his ear “Walk away, mate. Now’s not the time”

Calum pushed him away, ready to have a few words with him when he noticed the crowd that had gathered around them. He looked at the faces he’d known all his life since he started dating you. All the harsh stares and the sympathetic smiles. It was all too much.

“Fuck all of you,” He grumbled, storming off the party soon after.

*

00:45 AM (15 min before)

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

The loud voice startled him, the room was spinning as he opened his eyes and it took a while before he could focus on Michael’s angry face staring down at him.

“You’ve done some pretty fucked-up shit, but this might have the worse consequences”

Calum ran a hand through his face “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be? For god’s sake, we were worried sick about you! You have no limit, Calum. Honestly, this is a new low”

“The fuck? Why would-” He groaned, sitting up on his bed “What are you doing in my house? Did Y/N let you in or-?”

Michael lost his patience as he threw him a shirt he found on the floor, hitting Calum right in the face.

“Get dressed for fuck’s sake! I’ll wait for you for five minutes in the car. If you’re not ready then I’ll drive off and tell Y/N you were found dead in a ditch somewhere”

Calum was left alone in his room once again. He looked around to see if anything changed or if maybe Michael was pranking him in some way. He shook his head as he grabbed his phone and put it back in sound mode.

Instantly, thousands and thousands of messages and calls came through like an avalanche. The clock said it was past midnight and his last notification was from just a few minutes ago.

Y/N: Hey! Everyone is already here, are you coming soon?

Ash: What are you wearing to the party?

Ash: Nvm Luke’s already there and said I look great

Y/N: Luke and Michael told me you had a busy day in the studio, I saved you the best beer in the house for you to relax and tell me all about it.

Mike: Dude, you coming?

Y/N: Cal, where are you? Do you need someone to pick you up?

Luke: Mate, your girl is getting worried.

Mike: Is everything okay? Y/N just went to the bathroom and I think she was crying

Y/N: Cal, I’m getting worried, please answer our calls!

Ash: THOMAS! ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE

Luke: Cal, this isn’t funny. We are really worried.

Luke: Don’t do this to her on her birthday.

Y/N: Please tell me you didn’t forget.

Ash: sent a video

Ash: They already sang happy birthday. Thought you might want to see that.

Y/N: You forgot again, didn’t you?

*

11:55 PM (1 hour and five minutes before)

No one has come through the door for the past hours. Every single person that you invited was already there, laughing and mingling through the crowd. But you? You were sitting on the couch with your head turned to the door, watching, waiting…

He said he’d come and you believed him, maybe you shouldn’t have? No, he said he’d be here! You reminded him this morning, and he sounded excited about tonight as well. There’s no way he’d forget.

But hours had passed and the messages you left were still delivered and never read. The drink you were nursing in your hand was already warm as you peeled off the sticker. People passed you by, asking how you were and if Calum was coming soon.

Although, they stopped asking about that about an hour ago.

“Honey?” Your best friend called you from the living room “We’re all ready here for you”

“In a minute!” You called back, looking at the door and calling Calum again.

Voicemail

“Cal, where are you? Is everything okay? If there’s something wrong just tell me, I promise I won’t be upset, I just need to know that you’re okay. That’s all I need to hear. Please, call me”

“Still no answer?” You jumped at Ashton’s voice next to you, you shook your head.

“He said he’d be here…”

“Maybe he stayed in the studio” Ash tried, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck "I- we kind of forced him to stay back so we could meet the deadline and-"

You shook your head “But he must've been done by now. He said he’d be done by the time the party started, he was just going to shower and-” You sniffled, trying to hide it with a cough “I’m just so worried, Ash”

Ashton gave you a small smile, his arm rounding your shoulders hugging you. You appreciate his effort, you really did, but your heart was still beating at an uneasy pace, not being able to shake that awful feeling.

“Don’t let this get you down,” Ashton said after a while “You are the most important person here”

You gave him a tight smile as you let out a deep breath.

“Apparently not that important to someone who didn’t bother to show”

“Y/N, that's not-”

You glanced at the clock, one minute for your birthday to be over. It was too late.

“It’s okay, I should’ve known”

You got up from the couch and started walking toward the living room where all your friends were waiting around the table. A fake smile was plastered on your face as they sang to you, all of them pretending that the tears that gathered in your eyes were of happiness rather than disappointment. All an act.

This time you didn’t even bother to make a wish as you blew out the candles.

*

9:00 PM (4 hours before)

The party was just getting started but it was already booming. The life the people you love most brought to your house was energizing and magnetic, something you didn’t know was lacking until you had it in front of you.

Friends and family you haven’t seen in a while came bursting through the doors with big smiles and gifts, ready to give you a hug as they congratulated you and showered you with compliments. You would laugh along with them and make them feel welcome, showing them where the drinks and food were and introducing them to people they haven’t met.

Everything was going as smoothly as you would hope, and you dared to think that maybe this wasn’t the complete disaster you thought it would be.

It was the first party you organized all by yourself. You were never keen on celebrating your birthday every year, having shared with your closest friends the bad times you’ve lived through when you were younger and how people often just didn’t bother to show up or remember you that day.

It was Calum the one that suggested celebrating your birthday that year, knowing it was an important one. For all the time you were together, you used to spend this date doing something casual; sometimes dinner with friends or just a quiet night in with your boyfriend. But somehow he managed to convince you to bring the party to life.

“I’m not good at parties” You reminded him a few weeks ago when he first brought the subject up “I don’t really like them and I never know how to act on them”

“It’s not an act, babe,” He said, placing a kiss on your cheek and tickling your sides “It’s just you having the best time you can with the people that love you. And I promise you so, so many people want to celebrate you, just give it a chance”

And you had no problem admitting he was right this time, as you walked through the halls of your home with a drink in hand and enjoyed reconnecting with old friends.

“Hey, birthday girl! Where’s Calum?” One of them asked.

“He’s on his way,” You laughed, “He had to drop by the studio early today so he might come a little later”

“I haven’t seen Cal in a while,” Another one said a few minutes later “Where is he?”

“On his way,” You smiled, looking over at the clock and then at the door “He was just going to shower before he came”

You stopped counting how many people asked for Calum and his whereabouts after the first hour or so of the party. It did bring up some questions to yourself, but you just pushed them back and sent him a text to ask if he was okay. You were sure he’d be here any minute now, after all, he did promise.

A few minutes later, Luke, Michael, and Ash arrived with their dates. They went over to you immediately as they showered you with gifts and hugs, wishing you a happy birthday.

You laughed as you thanked them, holding the gifts close to your heart as you looked around them.

“Where’s Cal?” You asked, noticing their confused faces about the question.

“Oh, he’s not here yet?” Luke asked, looking over at his friends.

“He did say he was going to head home and shower before he could come”

“Bah, that’s probably where he is” Michael dismissed it with a wave of his hand “The idiot wanted to stay a little longer recording some vocals but he surely wrapped that quickly. Don’t worry about it”

So you didn’t, at least not for the most part, not yet. People were here to celebrate you, so you would enjoy it as much as you could. Calum could tell you all about it later.

*

7:00 PM (6 hours before)

God Dammit he was tired.

It was a long fucking day, alright. He left the house earlier than usual that day to try and fit in his morning run and then get some groceries before heading toward the studio; then he was met with the news that they were actually behind on some vocals - mainly his - and that the deadline was coming sooner rather than later. So he had to stay behind for a couple of hours just so that he could be free from work already. Afterward, he tried to pick up some food for you to eat back at his house, but the drive-through was closed and he didn’t have the patience to wait around or drive somewhere else, so he figured he’d just cook a simple pasta once he’s home.

The lights at his house were off, strange because you were usually there after work, waiting for him to get back so that you could have a night in. But he just shrugged it off, thinking that maybe you were out somewhere doing some errands before you’ll be back.

“What a day, huh?” He groaned, speaking to Duke who was pleasantly sleeping on his bed at the feet of the couch “Yeah, that seems like a good idea”

He went up the stairs and got rid of his clothes before throwing them into the hamper. Ignoring the flowers that stood gorgeously on a vase next to his bed. He turned down the lights and charged his phone, not before putting it on silent so that it wouldn’t bother him for at least a few hours before you got back.

Then, he jumped into bed and fell asleep rather quickly, finally relaxing his body after a long day. Not even realizing the date or remembering he had somewhere else to be.

*

7:00 AM (18 hours before)

A thousand kisses woke you up, tickling your cheeks as giggled good morning. You turned around, back laying softly over the mattress as you welcomed the embrace of your boyfriend and his good morning kiss.

“Yuck,” You said after he pulled away to caress your cheek

Calum pouted “You used to love my morning breath,”

“I have never told you such a damn lie” You laughed, pushing him away just enough so that you could sit down “Good morning, baby”

You looked at him with stars in your eyes, appreciating every corner, every spot, every mole on his face as you reminded yourself of the absolute love you have for him.

Calum also seemed caught up in the moment, just looking at you and smiling as if you hung the world for him. Which reminded him…

“Here,” He said, giving you the bouquet of flowers he hid behind his back, smiling widely when he saw the happiness in your eyes “Happy birthday, sweetheart”

“Oh,” Your insides melted at the gesture, pulling the flowers aside before you jumped on him with a hug, nuzzling your head into his neck “Thank you, Cal. I love them”

“And I love you,”

He started kissing your hair and then your temple and your cheek. He caressed your face and turned it so that your lips could meet in a needy, loving kiss that had you moaning a sigh, giving yourself completely to him.

Calum chuckled, pulling himself away from you and kissing away your pour “Sorry, doll. But I gotta get going”

“It’s still too early!”

“I know, but the guys called and they need me in the studio ASAP” He sighed, rubbing his hands along your arm “I promise I’ll make it up to you”

You sighed as you nodded, letting go of him with a faux frown, mumbling something along the lines of “the guys this, the guys that…”

Calum rolled his eyes fondly before his fingers tickled your sides without mercy, making you squeak in laughter and shock as you tried to get away from him.

“What was that?” He asked, tickling you under the arms

“Nothing! No- ouch! Nothing!” You laughed

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” He said, placing one last kiss on your forehead before he got up from the bed.

You breathed in again, holding in more laughter as you sat up again.

“You’re coming tonight, right?”

Calum smiled “As if I could ever miss it”

“Cal, I’m serious. I know you’ve been busy lately and if you can’t make it… then it’s okay but at least let me know first, okay?”

“I won’t! I promise you, Y/N. I will be there no matter what. I’ll just come here first and grab a shower before” He leaned down to kiss you one last time “I’ll be there this time, I promise”

You looked up at him, smiling kindly “I love you,”

“I love you more, baby. Happy birthday”

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[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

I sure have learned to say “I’m happy for him” in a tone that makes it clear I wish him the worst