#my friend would literally be like please stop contacting me. and she would keep on pulling that shit and saying my friend made her suicidal

[fishandshesmygills]

i want my friend's ex to die so bad holy shit ive never wanted anyone dead this badly in my life

[sharlsworld]

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ to be loved loudly - 𝐋𝐍𝟒 𖤓

（ 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ）

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽

✫ i feel like i have to say this but most of my smau’s are literally just random posts and rarely have a plot also lowk part 3 of walk em like a dog?? idk i somehow made her totos daughter without realizing 😭

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yn

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yn 🍋‍🟩

landonorris first

landonorris fuck i’m hard

⤷ yn what??

⤷ landonorris baby you can glance at me and it’s up

⤷ yn weirdo

⤷ landonorris don’t stop i’m close

⤷ yn WHAT THE FUCK LANDO??? this is public everyone can see this

⤷ landonorris ain’t no one gonna stop me from thirsting 💀 keep going i was so close

⤷ yn why am i dating you

⤷ landonorris well if i remember this correctly you said “i love pathetic men”

⤷ yn get out of my face

⤷ landonorris i came

⤷ yn i’m going to report your account

landonorris i’m gonna miss you when i scroll 😔

⤷ yn you’re sitting on my lap right now?

⤷ landonorris i just wanna be close to you

⤷ alex_albon loser 😂😂

⤷ lilymhe Now alex…

⤷ alex_albon I was jking only good boys sit on their gfs laps fr

⤷ landonorris good boys?

⤷ alex_albon are you not a good boy?

⤷ landonorris i’m the best boy ho

⤷ mclaren What am I looking at

oscarpiastri I feel molested

maxverstappen1 Lando is horny 24/7: confirmed

georgerussell63 Chile anyways so

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landonorris

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landonorris i love my girlfriend so much everyday i wake up i thank god that i’m able to call her my girlfriend no one compares she is perfect and so funny and so beautiful and so kind i love her more than all the stars in the sky in every lifetime and universe i will find her because she is my one love

yn so sappy i love it

⤷ landonorris always for you honey

charles_leclerc Average Lando post

alex_albon super cool super rich super popular nepo baby gf who has everyone in the palm of her hand x loser bf who looks at her like she hung the stars in the sky is my favorite love trope

⤷ landonorris i’m cool and rich and popular as well?

⤷ alex_albon not as much as y/n

⤷ landonorris true

danielricciardo Pussy whipped

⤷ landonorris damn right you would be too

lilymhe So cutie patootie

georgerussell63 Lando please, you’re making all of us look like bad boyfriends.

f1 We love our talented, athletic, beautiful, multilingual queen

georgerussell63 y/n blink twice if you’re being held hostage

♥︎ yn

⤷ georgerussell63 That’s a sign. Help is on the way dear

alexandrasaintmleux Tell her I’m in need of a date at the mall

⤷ landonorris i’m not her assistant?

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux Aren’t you?

⤷ landonorris ms wolff said she is available any time for you. but not for me ig.

francolapinto i was the line leader in 3rd grade 🙂‍↕️

⤷ landonorris seriously? on my own post? i’ll kill you

⤷ carlossainz55 That escalated quickly

⤷ landonorris i zont play about my girl

⤷ francolapinto well i tried

⤷ landonorris try again and see what happens ❤️

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yn

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yn lan saw it first

landonorris first

⤷ carlossainz55 second

⤷ charles_leclerc third

⤷ oscarpiastri fourth

landonorris lawd have mercy 😫 i’m about to bust

⤷ yn awh thanks babe

landonorris you’re so cute i can’t get enough of you

landonorris most beautiful girl i have ever laid eyes on how did i get so lucky

⤷ yn you sweet talker 💌

⤷ oscarpiastri Seriously though, how did you get her to date you I’m still baffled

⤷ landonorris years and years of begging, endless amounts of gifts and flowers, zero contact with any females i’m not related to, and charisma 😎

⤷ oscarpiastri I wonder how much money you’ve spent on her

⤷ landonorris you do not want to know 😎

⤷ landonorris forgot to mention i became best friends with her family and got invited to all vacations, holidays, and birthdays 😎

alexandrasaintmleux Heaven sent 🪽🤍

⤷ yn thank ya angel baby 👼🏽

francisca.cgomes ooh lala 🙉

landonorris i was the line leader in 3rd grade

⤷ francolapinto seriously?

⤷ pierregasly You made it to 3rd grade?

⤷ landonorris shut your butt

⤷ pierregasly You first

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alexandrasaintmleux

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alexandrasaintmleux Aquí me quedo

yn mi chica 🙂‍↕️

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux mi amor 😘

landonorris release her now. give her back. i have not seen her in ages. this is not funny.

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux You seen her at lunch? Besides she love it over here

⤷ yn yeah i love it over here

⤷ landonorris don’t make me send out a amber alert

⤷ oscarpiastri Please not again you had all of Italy in a state of panic last time

landonorris why are you matching with my wife?? just say you hate me

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 😏

⤷ landonorris did you just threaten me?

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 😭

⤷ landonorris you this is funny? i’m getting grey hairs woman GIVE MY GIRLFRIEND BACK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I’M HAVING WITHDRAWALS PLEASE

landonorris fuck she so hot

landonorris who’s the hottie on the right???

landonorris i will find you and i will make you regret hiding my wife from me

⤷ yn lando please. you have my location

⤷ landonorris oh silly me 😅 coming to get you be there in 10 minutes ❤️

⤷ yn i’m 30 minutes away?? do not put yourself in danger lando i’ll smack you upside the side

⤷ landonorris baby, danger is my middle name 😎

⤷ yn oh just die

⤷ landonorris okay i’m getting a lot of mixed signals idk if you want me dead or safe?? like my head hurts please choose ❤️

⤷ yn die

⤷ landonorris whatever you say baby ❤️

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yn

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yn the legend lives on

landonorris who’s the hottie behind the camera 😍

⤷ alex_albon *debbie ryan smirk* *raises hand shyly* 🙂‍↕️

⤷ landonorris shut your face do not steal the show from my lady

⤷ landonorris as i was saying…who’s the hottie behind the camera 😍😍😫

⤷ yn shut your face

⤷ landonorris mmm i love dirty talk

⤷ yn don’t make me get a restraining order

⤷ landonorris kay, i’ll meet you in the hotel room 😈

alexandrasaintmleux Unfortunately

georgerussell63 My petite prince 👑

⤷ landonorris yk what ain’t petite though?

⤷ georgerussell63 Was just trying to have some light hearted banter 😔

francolapinto dang

⤷ alex_albon alright lil bro do you have some sort of death wish or something?

⤷ oscarpiastri I’ve seen him cuss out this server at a gala cause he tried to flirt with her…it was pretty entertaining tbh

⤷ carlossainz55 One time I told her she looked pretty (purely platonic she’s a baby) and that night I woke up to him sitting in the corner of my room. Almost shit myself.

⤷ lewishamilton Not to be a gossip or anything but like he knocked this guy out in my garage once cause he wouldn’t stop bothering her, I think that’s when Toto finally accepted him

francolapinto you two are endgame fr🤞🏽

⤷ landonorris right? (don’t try to lock your doors i’ll find a way in)

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landonorris

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landonorris my wife (she ain’t gonna be able to walk tomorrow)

alex_albon just put the fries in the bag bro

lewishamilton Let’s put the phone down for a bit bud

oscarpiastri Please, this can’t be healthy. I’m sick of hearing you two every weekend

⤷ landonorris sorry osc i can’t function without her my body starts to shut down

georgerussell63 How many PowerPoints do I need to make?? ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

maxverstappen1 Get the wheelchair ready

lando.jpg my cute amazing talented tan beautiful funny sexy hot sweet wife

⤷ yn so when are you gonna stop calling me your wife and actually make me one?

⤷ lando.jpg soon baby, trust me

⤷ danielricciardo This sounded so sweet

pierregasly My kinda guy 🤝🏽

yn my dad see’s these

⤷ landonorris are you cereal?? and you’ve never told me??? i’m to young to die

lilymhe babygirlll 😍😍

⤷ landonorris please, not today

mclaren Please stop posting things like this Lando it is bad for our image

⤷ landonorris that’s telling me to stop breathing I CANT it’s just who i am

charles_leclerc Okay but why is she so good at tennis?

⤷ yn what am i not good at? 😂

⤷ charles_leclerc Being nice 😖

⤷ yn i’m very nice just not to you

⤷ charles_leclerc I’ll sue you

⤷ landonorris I’ll drown you ❤️

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yn

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yn my favorite puppy dog 🤍

landonorris awhhh you do love me 😘

landonorris ugh i’m touched

landonorris baby i’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked me to

landonorris sweetest brat ever

landonorris i’ve never loved anyone or anything like i love you

landonorris my one love forever

landonorris i’ll never get tired of loving you

landonorris there are no words that can describe my love for you

landonorris you have me wrapped around your finger

landonorris you’re so perfect i can’t fathom your beauty

landonorris most precious soul ever

landonorris i can’t imagine my life without you, you’ve changed me for the better

landonorris the yin to my yang

landonorris you complete me

landonorris i was made to love you

landonorris let’s fuck 🌹

⤷ oscarpiastri Almost had it

⤷ landonorris I CANT CHANGE WHO I AM OSCAR I WAS BORN LIKE THIS DID YOU NOT HEAR ME SAY I WAS MADE TO LOVE HER I’VE BEEN YEARNING FOR HER MY ENTIRE LIFE OSCAR LET ME LIVE

⤷ francolapinto a man who yearns is a man who earns ☝🏼

⤷ landonorris does this have some sort of double meaning?? cause i’ll kill you fr 🤞🏽

landonorris as i was saying, let’s fuck 💐

⤷ yn kay, i’ll meet you in the hotel room 😈

⤷ georgerussell63 IS SOMEBODY GONNA MATCH MY FREAK?? IS SOMEBODY GONNA MATCH MY NASTAYYYY???

[scarletlizzard]

Inked Desires

Pairing: g!p Natasha x fem! Reader

Tags Minors DNI: smut, Natasha has a dick, also covered in tattoos w/ piercings, buff out of this world, she's hot okay, cunnilingus, handjobish, unprotected sex, breeding yup, alcohol at the beginning

A/N: I'm cheating and putting these two requests together, oops! This is my first time writing something like this, so please be gentle. Also, would really love some feedback on this so I know for the future to either write more like this or just tell me to stop now. Thanks so much for reading and thanks for the requests!! 🩵

Masterlist

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"Here, take this!" Your friend says over the loud music, handing you another cup half filled with a mixture of liquor.

You don't question her and take the cup from her, drinking it down in only two gulps. Kate laughs and cheers as you do, doing the same with the cup she held.

By now, you were a few drinks in, and the house Kate had dragged you to was full of people. This definitely wasn't your type of scene, but as you danced among the bodies in the lowlit living room, you couldn't help but feel grateful she had.

As your hips move against your friend, she leans over to your ear. "She's staring at you again," Kate laughs, and your eyes move to the corner of the room.

There was the stranger of the night, a tall woman who stood out, whose green eyes had been watching your every move since you walked in the door. Her muscular arms were covered with art of all kinds, disappearing up into the sleeves of her shirt. She brought her red cup to her lips again, her face mostly hidden from the light.

Instead of replying, you only continue to dance, this time keeping eye contact with your stranger. The woman watches as your hips sway, your hands traveling your own body as you move to the music. It doesn't take long after that before she's finally striding across the room, standing a head taller than most of the crowd.

When she reaches you, you can finally see the rest of her gorgeous face. Above her sprightly green eyes, you noticed a piercing on her eyebrow, a few on her nose, and one on the bottom lip of the smirk she gave you. As she stands in front of you, you literally have to look up at her, and you realize she was much more toned up close.

"I'm just gonna grab another drink!" Kate raises her voice above the music for the two of you to hear.

"I'll catch up with you later!" You shout back to which she only laughs and shoots you a "Yeah, right," before walking off.

You turn your attention back to the stranger.

"Hi," she smiles.

"Hi," you reply curiously.

"I haven't seen you here before. What's your name?" She asks. Her eyes shamelessly roam the soft features of your face and the curves of your body.

"Y/N... this is my first time here. What's yours?" You ask with a blush on your cheeks. She tucks back her red hair behind one of her ears, revealing to you even more piercings.

You don't know if it's the alcohol or the feeling the stranger ignited in your chest, but you feel compelled to step forward and rest your hand on her muscular bicep. Your finger traces the tattoos that littered the skin there.

"Natasha," she says with a smile. "Wanna go upstairs?" A cock of her eyebrow with the piercing sticking out is enough to get you wet.

***

As soon as the door closes, the two of you are on each other, kissing feverishly. Her hands are under your shirt, touching your skin as she lifts you against the door. Your legs wrap around her hips, and you smile against her lips at how easily she lifted you. She was strong. You could feel her muscles under her tight shirt, squeezing you impossibly close.

But when her tongue slips past your lips, you gasp and pull away, a string of saliva pulling between your mouths.

"What's wrong? Do you need to stop?" She asks with a concerned expression. You look at her with wide eyes.

"No - no, I'm fine, it's just. Is your tongue...?" You didn't know how to ask. She chuckles and ducks her head before looking back at you. Natasha lets her tongue slide across her top lip, and it's then your suspicions are confirmed.

"Split, and yes... it will feel better," Natasha says in a cocky tone, her lips attaching to your neck as she carries you to the bed. You feel your back hit the soft mattress, and she lets go of you to remove your shirt.

"I want to see them all," you breathe out and run your finger over the skin on her arm. She smiles and pulls back, taking off her shirt to reveal she was completely covered. "They're beautiful..." You let your eyes take in the sight of the art, your hands tracing the dark lines and over the grooves of her abs. Natasha is a God.

As she continues to undress you, she kisses as much skin as she can, her lips soft and wet with every touch. When she gets to your breasts, you feel her tongue spread, taking your nipple between the two halves and sucking it.

"Oh- oh fuck," you moan out, suprised at the unfamiliar feeling and how good it felt. Natasha hums and lays you back, kissing down your stomach. When she spreads your legs she looks at you with hungry eyes, seeing how wet you already were.

"All this for me, baby?" She asks, letting a finger move up and down your wet folds. Your body shivers with anticipation. The way she looked at you, the way she looked, you were willing to let this stranger do absolutely anything to you.

"All for you.." You husk back, watching her split tongue wet her lips again.

Natasha kneels down at the edge of the bed and puts your legs over her shoulders, her hands grip your thighs tightly.

"How fucking lucky am I then?" She smirks up at you before placing soft, teasing kisses on your thighs.

You feel her mouth attach to your clit, and the heat in your stomach burns hotter. She licks up your slit, groaning as she tastes you.

"Fuck you taste so good," Natasha moans and let's her tongue lick up to your clit. She let's the two halves spread and rub against you. The new feeling makes you arch your back, your head thrown against the comforter.

"G-God Nat, that feels so good!" You moan and try to squeeze your thighs, but her grip kept your legs spread as she continued to eat you out. The sounds of her mouth against your wet pussy were the most sinful sounds you had ever heard, and the moans leaving your mouth were sounds nobody had ever elicited from you before.

She groans against you, the vibrations causing even more pleasure. "That's it baby," she says in between licks, "Want you to cum all over my face." Natashas tongue moves in two different ways, the coil in your lower stomach twisting up.

Your hands grip the comforter as she moves quicker, and the coil begins to unravel as you come undone

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," your back arches again and your legs tremble around her head as you let out a pornographic moan. Natasha hums agaisnt you as you come, her hands not flinching to hold your thighs apart.

She licks every drop, her tongue swirling around your sensative clit one more time before she lets go and stands up. "Come here," Natasha commands, and with a dizzy mind you sit up, trying to catch your breath. She bends down to take your jaw, kissing you rough and sloppily. You forces you to taste yourself, and her tongue pushes in your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue.

You can smell your own arousal on her face, feeling it wet your nose and lips. You blush, almost embarrassed with how wet this stranger made you.

"Now lets see how well you can ride my cock," Natasha chuckles and pulls back to remove her remaining clothes. Your eyes are settled on her breasts, unable to remove them from the piercings on her nipples. When you can pull yourself away from the sight of the silver metal against pink, you look down to see her remove her underwear. She was hard, painfully hard just from eating you out.

She tosses the boxers in the corner where other random clothes lay, and you gave her a curious look. "It's my room, don't worry. Didn't even know you were in my house, did you, love?" Natasha strides back to the bed and sits with her back against the headboard, pulling you closer to her.

"No, I didn't. I'm sorry... my friend kind of dragged me out tonight," you say with red cheeks, and she kisses you desperately.

"Thank God she did," Nat mumbles against your lips. She lets out a groan as your hand reaches between the two of you to lightly grip her cock, and you could feel how she was already throbbing for you. You begin to move your hand up and down slowly as the kiss turns sloppy, her tongue sliding yours between hers. Natasha revels in the feeling of her in your soft hand, your delicate fingers moving along the veins of erection.

"Shit - that feels so good," she moans into the kiss as your hand movements speed up. Your thumb swipes across the tip, precum dripping out already. You smile at the low moan that leaves her lips and continue to jerk her as you kiss. "I need you, please. Fuck I need to be inside you," she begs, and the sound of her begging was something you wanted to hear again. You take her lower lip between your teeth, sucking on the piercing before letting go with a 'pop'.

"I wanna ride you so bad, Nat.. I'm so wet for you," you whisper and let your kisses trail down to her sharp jaw. You feel her cock twitch in your hand as you speak and she grabs your wrist to stop your hand movements, panting as she does.

Natasha turns you around quickly, groaning at the sight of your ass as you straddle her lap and let her hands guide you onto her thick cock. You slide down slowly, letting out a moan when you feel her filling you up.

"Just relax baby, you're so fucking tight," she mumbles as she watches herself slowly disappear inside of you. She let's out a low moan as she feels your hot cunt swallow her, the back of head hitting the headboard when she feels your walls squeezing her. The feeling alone was enough for her mind to sever ties with reality, the only thought was you.

The sensation has that coil tightening inside of you again. You rest your hands on her toned thighs for support, relishing in the way her muscles flexed underneath your fingertips.

Natashas' hands continue to guide you, and after you had adjusted to her large size, you begin to grind yourself down on her lap.

"Just like that baby, fuck... feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You were just made to take me," she groans, her words only driving you to move your hips faster.

Her large hands move to your sides and up your body, groping your skin as she starts to move her hips up to meet yours. The two of you find a rythem together, and soon you find yourself willingly bouncing on her cock. Her hands moved to gather your hair, wrapping it into a fist in her right hand. She tugs on it and pulls your head back, a loud moan leaves your lips at the feeling.

"You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" She smirks, tugging your hair again.

"Yes - god, yes, Nat!" You whine as her lips find your neck. She bites down hard on your pulse point, surely leaving a mark, and leaves hot open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

"I know you do, you little slut. Fucking dripping on my cock. You feel how easy I slide in and out of you?" She says and with her left hand she grabs your jaw. "Answer me."

"I'm so wet, you make me so wet," you whine again, feeling her fingers move between your teeth. You suck hard as you look in her eyes, your tongue swirling around spit dripping down your chin. When you bite down, it surprises her, but she only chuckles darkly.

In a second, Natasha had let go of your hair and pushed you down face first onto the mattress. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, but soon after, she's lifting your hips and sliding into you again. Both of you moan at the feeling of how deep she goes.

"Christ, it doesn't matter how long I fuck you. You're just - so - fucking tight," she grunts in between words, her cock drilling you into oblivion. With every thrust you can hear the bedframe hitting the wall, and you can't help the pitiful noises that leave your mouth.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," You rasp out. A sharp slap on your ass makes you whimper as you feel it begin to sting.

"No, shit, hold it in," Natasha warns. You feel the pressure of her body move on top of you. The piercings on her breasts rub against your back with each powerful thrust, and her arm moves underneath your neck to hold you tightly.

Natasha grunts in your ear as she pounds into you, letting out a moan when she feels your slick cunt tighten around her length. "I'm almost there, baby. Are you gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?"

You nod the best you can in her tight grip, only able to get out a "Yes," in between gasps.

"You feel so good, Y/N. You want me to cum inside you? Fuck- I wanna fill up your tight little pussy so bad..." She groans against you and her words send you over the edge.

"Oh god, Nat! Please fill me up, please," you beg her, and just the thought of it is enough to let go. Your orgasm ripples through your body, sending shockwaves of pleasure to your core.

Natasha moans loudly as she feels you coating her cock with your cum, and she can no longer hold back. "Fuck- Y/N!" She groans and you whine as you feel her hot load spurting inside of you, her cock twitching as she slows her movements. "Take every.. last.. drop.." She pants as she thrusts a few more times.

The two of you stay like that for a while, her cock inside you as she stills above you. Your head rests against her arm as you attempt to catch your breath. When she removes herself slowly, and you wince at the soreness and empty feeling. Natasha lays next to you and you turn on your side to face her.

"Hi," she chuckles at the exhausted features on your face.

"You just fucked the life out of me and you're going to say... 'hi' ?" You laugh, suprised to see a blush on the strong womans cheeks as she laughs along with you. Your hand reaches out, resting on her stomach and tracing the lines of her tattoos again.

After the two of you clean yourselves up, you begin to dress yourself, feeling her eyes on you as you pull your shirt over your head.

"You don't have to go, you know. I'm not like that," she says gently, and you look up to see her pulling on a pair of jeans. You smile at her kind demeanor and walk over to her.

"I have to take my friend home," you say and lean up on your toes to kiss her cheek. She has to bend down for you to reach her lips, but she doesn't complain.

"Well, maybe I can take you out sometime," Natasha smirks and rests her hands on your waist. You nod as you look up to her.

"I would love that.." You reply honestly, wanting nothing more than to get to know her and count the endless tattoos that cover her body.

[nanamistie]

Having your revenge over hq boys who made you feel horrible.

Wearings: suggestive, smut, fluff if you squint, angst from previous fic.

(Also, please read first part, you can find it right here.)

Oikawa Tooru

The girl he chose, over you, left him. So of course, like a hurt dog, he came running back to you. He had a spare key to your shared apartment, so he proceeded to unlock the door and come search for you, only to find you like this with his best friend.

You sat on top of Iwaizumi, on his lap, in a beautiful red lace lingerie that your ex boyfriend, Oikawa, just bought for you. Both of you shared a passionate make out session, his hands traveling down your body, that now, Oikawa couldn’t touch anymore.

His face dropped. You didn’t acknowledge his presence, but Iwaizumi did, so he started to kiss your neck, while keeping eye contact with Oikawa. He pulled such beautiful moans from you, just by kissing you, like Oikawa never heard before. Oikawa's face got red, he was so ashamed of himself, so he quickly left.

You hear the door to your apartment shut, you jolt at the sound. “What was that?” you asked him. “Nothing princess, don’t worry that pretty little head of yours”.

Atsumu Miya

The next day, he felt your side of the bed cold. So he decided to look for you. You weren’t in the house, so the only thought he had was to call his twin brother. “Dude, have you seen y/n?” seen? oh, he did more than just see you. “Yeah, i’ve seen her, she crashed at my place this morning”. Atsumu sighed, now relieved that he knew you were safe. “Good, good. Is she okay?”

Osamu looks down at you, and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Dude, if you were worried about her, you at least could’ve called her earlier.”. “I know, I was such an idiot, I should never have done that to her, I’m just scared it’s too late.” Osamu chuckles. “It is pretty late.”

“I know, can I at least talk to her, please?” he wanted to make up things with you, but little did he know that you already moved on.

“She would’ve talked to you, but her mouth is busy doing something else, right babygirl?” He looks down at you, admiring you for crying of pleasure instead of crying after his stupid brother.

Kuroo Tetsuro

A few days later, he walked on the alley in front of your house, only to stop when he saw a car parked next to it.

The car was shaking and the windows were steamed up, you could barely see what's going on in the car, but I'm pretty sure your ex boyfriend Kuroo wouldn’t like to see who’s in that car.

“Tsuki, please, somebody could see us. W-What if Kuroo comes back?” he laughed and picked up the pace “Then he better watch and learn! I bet he never made you feel like this.”

Kuroo didn’t move a single muscle, he thought of what could happen, but he wished it wasn’t true. But the moment Tsukishima got out of the car, with wet hair and wrinkled clothes, it was clear as day that he was right. “Hi Kuroo, don’t mind us, we're leaving right now.” Tsukishima said, smirking , while getting in the car.

Bokuto Koutarou

You didn’t have anywhere to go, you couldn’t move from you and your boyfriend’s place, so you stayed in the guest room. You called Akaashi, your friend, to come and comfort you.

When he arrived, Bokuto saw him but didn’t greet him. Akaashi went straight to your room, and Bokuto was wondering why you would need him. He thought about everything, pure jealousy came from him, but he was never expecting this.

He went after some time by your door and heard loud whimpers and some wet sounds. ‘THAT’S IT, I'M GOING IN‘ he thought and just like that he opened the door just to see you like this. You were on Akaashi's lap, his legs were opening yours wider, his fingers were deep inside you, and your head was thrown back on his shoulder.

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU ARE LITERALLY CHEATING ON ME!!”. You rose your head to see his furious state. You wanted to say something, but Akaashi quickly interrupted you “No,she’s not, you don’t “really” love her so she’s not going to be in a relationship with you.” You looked up at him, he loved you, not Bokuto.

Bokuto quickly stormed off, shutting the door with force. “See baby? It’s not that hard to be loved, now is it?" Akaashi said, quickening his pace.

Osamu Miya

How could you hate that kitchen so much but also love it at the same time? Well, I kinda understand why when Atsumu has you sitting on the counter, with his face between your legs. "Come on, gorgeous, let me take out that stress from you" he says before planting his face in there. Your sounds were echoing in the room.

Out of nowhere, Atsumu's phone started ringing-it was his brother. He pulled his face back and answered. "What's up?" Osamu sighs "It's y/n,she did me such a great surprise, she tried cooking for me and burned the whole thing. She almost burned the whole kitchen!"

You hear that, and your face quickly turns red and tears appear in your eyes. He stops, sits up, and cups your face and kisses your forehead. "It's ok." He whispers. "Really?" He says to his brother "She really did that?" he said in an ignorant tone.

"Yeah! I can't believe she could screw up such a simple food." Atsumu was so pissed by what his brother said. "Well, I know two things, Osamu. One: Y/n wanted to do something good for you,and that shows how good of a girlfriend she is." you smile.

He bends down again to the level of your thighs "And two: I'm eating something from y/n right now and you know what, this is the best meal I could ever have" Osamus eyebrows frown "What did she cook?"

Atsumu smirks "Oh I'm not talking about food". And just like that, he hangs up the phone and goes back to showing you how much he loves you.

Iwazumi

Oikawa has been your best friend for a long time, so of course he heard the news pretty quickly. He had a crush on you since forever, that's why he was happy when he heard you two broke up, but he was pretty upset because he hated seeing you like this.

You came by his house and settled in his arms while pouring out your heart to him. He listens to you, he actually does, because unlike others, he actually likes when you're talking about yourself and how you're feeling.

After he comforts you, you look at him with fresh, cried eyes, with mascara running on your cheeks, and a cute pout. "Thank you Oikawa, you've always been here for me, you've always helped me." you hugged him. "Of course, it's the least i can do"

He crashes his lips on yours. Your eyes widen,but you don't pull back.

He brings his hands down on your hips. You melt in his touch." 'Kawa,what are you doing?" He smirks. "This."

He pushes his fingers in, and like an instinct you quickly cover your mouth with your palm. "No, no, don't hide those pretty sounds of yours, I want to hear you, I love listening to you." You take off your hand,and let him hear how good he makes you feel. He pulls out his phone and starts recording. "Now, let's see if Iwachan likes to hear you, too!"

...

Hey guys! I'll do another part two, with comfort, so, stay tuned, I am listening to all of you and I will do everything (let's not cross the line tho) you ask me! Love you!! 💕 💕

[pinkandlilacroses]

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Angel - Paige bueckers

part 3

• summary {when an unsuspecting girl falls for the basketball star}

• warnings {drug use, angst}

• comment if you would like to be added to the taglist

bella’s pov

“ok you can go now” she says, emotionless

“oh”

“i mean, no offence but i have a girl coming soon, so you cant be here” she says laying on her back, breaking our eye contact

i don’t respond and put my clothes back on. this is fucked

“have a nice night”

i haven’t cried this much in months, walking through the halls, ugly crying.

‘paige’ has been blocked by ‘bella’

“bella whats wrong” avery says, empathetically

“i hate her, i hate her so much” i cry, barley being able to choke the words out

i look at avery after my response and i have never seen her that angry, there could fully be steam coming from her ears.

“please dont talk to her, please dont hurt her, please avery, please” i cry out, begging the infuriated girl

“why not bella, she deserves it” she yells

my tears dont stop and i feel like they will never stop pouring.

“tell me what she did”

i begin the tell her the events of tonight and her anger only grows.

“that fucking bitch” is all she can say in response

“but i blocked her, and im literally never gonna speak to her again” i say, trying to make a positive point, to counteract this negative situation

“you are never gonna speak to her again”

“im gonna go off to bed”

i feel broken, i got used. i wanted my first time with a girl to be meaningful, i know i like girls and i wanted to prove to myself that having sex with girls wasn’t wrong, but i feel wrong, i feel gross. i cant believe i would let myself be that vulnerable with someone i barley know. ive never been the one to have one night stands and ive only ever had sex with someone ive been in a relationship with.

i take my valium, something i swore to never use again after getting addicted, but its the only thing that works.

“hey, how are you feeling” avery ask’s, genuinely. i’ve never seen her be this gentle before

“wheres my weed”

“bella no”

“shut up avery”

i walk to the kitchen and unlock one of the drawers, and i see the stash. thank god

i know i shouldn’t smoke as a coping mechanism, but its the only thing that works, every time something bad happens to me, i turn to smoking

after going through 3 joints, im barley able to talk or stand up. perfect

knock

ugh

knock

fuck off

knock

“who is it” i say, it barley even sounded like words

“its azzi, is avery here”

who the fuck is azzi

“avery theres a bitch here for you” i say taking another drag

“oh my god! hey azzi” avery says, excitedly, why the fuck is she acting like that

“why are you so fucking happy” i ask, knowing full well how rude i sound

“this is azzi, shes in my psychology class and we have gotten pretty close” avery says, grabbing azzi and sitting next to me on the couch

“yo dont sit on my shit” i say, mad

“your bella right?” azzi says, happily. i hate happy people

“yeah”

“yeah avery’s told me alot about you” she says

“cool” i reply, dryly

“azzis on the basketball team” avery says, my eyes widen

“of course she is” i say, sarcastically. i hate basketball

“yeah, have you been to any games” she questioned, attempting to continue this boring conversation

“nah, i dont watch basketball”

“oh well you should sometime, avery keeps saying how she wants to go to a game” azzi says, looking at avery who begins giggling. sus

“bella your probably friends with some people on the team” avery says

“you wanna hit” i offer to azzi

“nah, i dont smoke”

“boring” i say, bluntly

“do you guys mind if some of my friends come over” azzi says

“no, no, thats perfectly fine” avery says, looking at azzi. basically eye fucking her

“who” i ask

“ice, kk, aubrey, nika and ashlee” she lists

fuck my life. im to high to care

“yeah whatever” i say, lazily

“ok perfect, ill tell them to come” azzi says, excitedly

“are you sure” avery whispers to me, being nice. for once

“i dont give a fuck, its fine” i say taking a drag

im so high. god damn

10 minutes later all of azzis friends turn up, why are they all so tall. what the fuck

avery introduces herself to them and points them to our couch

“hey im kk, your bella right” kk asks

“yeah im bella”

“hey im ice”

“hey im nika”

“hey im ashlee”

“hey im aubrey”

to many people to remember

until

“oh paige came to, i hope you dont mind” azzi says to us, mostly avery

avery says nothing, myself included

“hi paige” avery says, extremely cold

“come sit guys” azzi says, breaking the silence. i wish i wasn’t so high cause i wanna go to my room

everyone sits on the couch, paige sitting the furthest away from me. funny. not funny. not laughing

conversation begins and everyone is involved. everyone but me, ugh i’m so uncomfortable

paige keeps looking at me, and yes i’m noticing because i’m looking at her to.

paige’s pov

fuck. why do i keep looking at her.

she blocked me last night so obviously shes mad about my actions last night, its just a hookup, nothing more.

its not that deep

“i’m going to bed” bella says, slurring and barely able to stand up. i didn’t know she smoked that much, i guess i don’t know anything about her. but i don’t care.

“paige are you ready to go” kk and ice say to me

“yeah, aubrey, nika, azzi, u ready to go”

“yeah lets go”

“actually im gonna stay” azzi says. sus

“buy guys” is said in unison

azzis pov

“ugh finally” avery says, while smashing her lips onto mine

A/N: im being active rn lolll. how do we like avery and azzi

[v5b5]

Carlitos definitely gives you lots of flowers. He can't be there a lot of the time so the local florist gets a weekly order of flowers + note to deliver to you.

His friends know so much about you long before you're introduced and always tease him about how much he talks about you.

He's super clingy when he's been drinking. Doesn't even have to be drunk he could have had a single glass of wine and never want to let go of you.

He talks with his hands- even when there's a racquet in one of them which makes for some dangerous conversations.

AMEN, YOU SAVED ME. ILY.

(English is not my first language. If you see any mistakes in my grammar please tell me).

He would definitely send you flowers weekly when he's not around and just text the florist what he wants the note to say. The notes would be always different, probably saying, "I miss you, my love. I'm sorry for not being there but here are your loved flowers. Enjoy them as much as you enjoy my matches. Always yours, Carlitos". And you would definitely feel tempted to post them on your ig history, but you only do it from time to time just to respect the privacy of your relationship.

Indeed he doesn't stop talking about you, sometimes not even in training. And you are really used to his friends, family and also his team. when you're around his friends they always say things like, "Ey, Carlitos, she's even more pretty than you describe her" or "This is your gorgeous girlfriend you never shut your mouth about?." just to tease him or try to get him to blush.

He's always super clingy, cause he's not always around and when he is, he tries to be with you as much as he can, always sticking to you. But he's even more clingy when he drinks, he can't get his arms off you, literally needs to have physical contact even if your pinkies are just subtly touching. After all, physical contact is his most predominant love language.

Having a conversation with Carlitos is very funny cause he never stops laughing or using his hands to talk. He's always making funny hand gestures when he talks and you always tease him about the meaning of his movements. And when he's in practice and talking to his team, they always try to keep their distance cause he just might wave his racquet around and might accidentally hurt someone.

[justyanle]

could you please write some sappy Lo’ak x gn!reader head cannon’s?

Sappy Lo'ak headcanons!

a/n: i was literally clenching so hard trying to write this because i didn't know how to stop hcs from turning into a full on story 😭 anyways, lets gaur!! reqs r still open

You and Lo'ak met while joining the warriors at the ground, the two of you supposed to be spotters, yet still disobeying orders and getting to the group of warriors handing out the rifles.

"Hey! Aren't you the Olo'eyktan's kid?" you yelled at the younger Sully son.

His eyes widened and lips parted slightly when he turned his head to turn his head to the source of the sound, the view he was being met with was almost sending him into a permanent shock, stunned by your features.

"Y-Yeah, aren't you one of the spotters that were at the campsite earlier?" he gives a wide smile at the sight of you, not believing that someone as beautiful as you could talk to him.

You laughed, "We aren't supposed to be here!" a giggle erupts from you, cocking the weapon handed to you.

A few months had passed since your first encounter together, growing closer since then, getting into more frequent trouble than ever.

The two of you would always be found leaving a place that looked like that was wrecked by a Thanator, you and your best friend being the cause of the ruckus.

He would often be bringing you trinkets, babbling you about the "useless shit" he found - in reality, he was practically blushing really hard from both the embarrassment and shyness he developed around his crush because he has observed that they keep all of the items he had retrieved for you.

He was also VERY, VERY, touchy whenever you guys are sneaking out, usually telling you something along the lines of "Shut up, I'm only doing this so you can go back alive to the camp in one piece or else your dad would kill me." but, he was always feeling jittery when he held you close to him, wanting to rush into his bed face first and let out a girly squeal with his legs kicking in the air due to the minimum distance you guys shared.

Once he introduced you to his family, you all basically clicked, although, he was being extra possessive and much more of a show-off when you two were close to Neteyam, being insecure that Neteyam would once take the spotlight again.

When the two of you would play with Tuk, you guys would play pretend marriage, smiling to yourself at the thought of Tuk in a make-shift gown made out of leaves.

"You may now kiss, newly wed!" The youngest Sully exclaimed, in the middle of you and Lo'ak that were facing one another.

Both of your hearts thumped in your chest as both of you awkward teenagers were just facing one another holding eye contact as if telepathically communicating.

"Well?! What are you two doing?! Waiting for air to push the both of you?! I said you may now kiss!"

Lo'ak engulfed your smaller build of hands into his five fingered ones, cupping them into his hands and landing butterfly-inducing pecks on your palms and fingers. Tuk squealing in the background.

He then soon lets go of your hands, cups your face, gazing at your perfectly sculpted features before bringing his lips closer to your forehead, leaving you blushing as your delicate skin and his hydrated lips made the intimate touch.

"OH MY GOODNESS!! AHH!! I DON'T THINK THIS WOULD JUST BE A PRETEND MARRIAGE ANYMORE!' Tuk cheerfully screamed with the butterflies in her stomach, thinking she could have just potentially found her sibling in law.

Ever since Tuk shared the eventful evening to her whole family, they were basically teasing Lo'ak to the point he couldn't even achieve a wink of a sleep.

They were all rooting for Lo'ak to make a move on the sweet Na'vi named [Y/N].

"Hey bro! Better make a move before they mate with someone else!" Neteyam says as he shrugs by his younger brother.

Though, not only his family was the only one teasing him. Your family was secretly observing the two of you from afar, often saying things like "Ah, our baby's all grown up already, ready to have a mate!" making you have a purple hue out of embarrassment.

More moons have passed, you and Lo'ak have made it a hobby to sing each other's songcords to one another.

You had already made it a routine to a point you had memorized his songcord, you had stopped because you had expected it to end already - though, what you failed to notice was that Lo'ak had added another cord to his songcord.

"I thank Eywa, for the gift she had given in the form of you. I let my heart choose, leading me off to, you. Ma [Y/N], Ma [Y/N].." his new cord ends as he kept his gaze on you.

"Ma Lo'ak."

a/n: its like 2 days ever since i started writing fanfics guyz pls spare me i dont know how to write good yet 😭😭😭 i literally dont know how to write headcanons bcs theyre not supposed to turn into long ass stories 💔 anyways, reqs still open

[deuxcherise]

Look At Me

C/w: Includes adult content, NSFW, unhealthy relationship dynamic, unhealthy behavior, murder, animal cruelty, animal death, male x female, dom reader(?), sub lover(?), mentions of sadomasochism, no beta we die like men

A/n: So I wanted to rip something out of my head today and throw it down into something tangible instead of just letting it ferment like all of the other ideas. Writing is hard, aughhhh.

But here's my good boy oc! Enjoy him!

Masterlist

As the daughter of the Astoria Empire's Royal family, there is nothing you can do that can tarnish your reputation. Even if the people see you as “The Mad First-born Princess”, they still worshiped your family's lineage, especially your father, the Emperor, as descended from the heavens and their salvation.

A cultivated image, maintained by the powerful and the rich. You cared not for it, since this empire has never been a source of comfort.

Unfortunately, there is a law regarding marriage that greatly involves the first-born, even if you are literally a princess of the empire. Before any siblings can get married, the first-born must be married off. It is akin to presenting the image of the family forth in public, to serve as a model for the younger ones and other potential suitors and maidens. It is all about connections, yes? And luckily or unluckily depending on your tastes, you seem to have been engaged with a… strange gentleman.

“Princess?”

You sit, one leg crossed over the other, on the edge of your king-sized bed, dressed in a sheer nightgown. On his hand knees, still dressed in formal attire, the man’s chin rests on the dorsal side of your out-stretched foot and looks up at you with the most depraved looking eyes you have ever seen.

Naoki Nightshade.

The one and only son of Baron Nightshade. Considering his family is just slightly above the commoners and far below all of the many eligible dukes, marquess, viscounts, and earls, it would have been impossible for the both of you to become acquainted with one another, much less become engaged. Alas, he is a cousin of Lillian Vallar, who happens to be your best friend.

Lillian had actually been the one to suggest this match, claiming that it would bring you and her closer. You and the girl have a deep history together, having forged your bond through life and death during your teens. You know she had no further intentions. That girl seriously just wanted to become your sister-in-law.

And… well, you had to give some credit to your father, that neglectful bastard, since he had the main authority to approve this engagement.

You hold eye contact with Naoki with your chin tilted up in an arrogant manner. His yellow eyes burn with molten gold as they meet yours, making your eyes flick over to some part of the room out of… discomfort.

“... What?”

He closes his eyes, holds your foot with one hand so that he can give it a light kiss before laying more kiss as he moves upward your leg. You don’t stop him, prideful as you are. You are the first-born princess of Astoria. If you so wanted, you can simply kick him to the side. You could hit him. You could tear him apart. Humiliate him. No one would vouch for this man of low status, and no one would dare speak against the empire. And he certainly could not do anything against your physical strength.

He stops at the middle of your shin and looks up at you again. He doesn't look anywhere but your eyes, only waiting for a chance to meet them.

Uncomfortable.

Not in a bad way, just… With the low lighting by candlelight, the intimate setting being your bedroom with its dark red walls and decor, his connection to you… any other man in this situation would be ogling your body through the sheer material. Many men have, even when you are covered head to toe in opaque clothing in the balls you've crashed. But Naoki… he keeps searching for your eyes, no matter the situation or circumstances.

“Princess… please, look at me,” Naoki whispers.

“...And why should I?” you whisper back sharply, still avoiding his eyes, though more out of mischief.

You don't hear his response for a good few seconds, prompting you to look down only to meet his intense gaze yet again. You look away, then feel a quiver from his body from where his hands are holding your leg. He's taking amusement from your reaction, making you grit your teeth.

“What's so funny?”

He doesn't answer, only pressing his lips against your leg, resuming slowly. moving upwards with each kiss. It tickles, but you don’t stop him. It feels like forever but once he kisses your knee, he whispers in the most quiet and gentle voice you have ever heard from him, “I love you.”

Heat fills your cheeks, his stupid line adding onto why you’re avoiding his eyes. “Liar.”

“It's true.”

“We just met two months ago.”

“Indeed, we should've met sooner.”

“I recall you didn't want anything to do with me just weeks ago.”

He rests his cheek against your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Yes. A mistake on my part. M’ sorry. I love you.”

Having been hidden and isolated since birth by a superstitious court, you escaped and crashed the Crown Prince's coming-of-age ceremony because every child of your family got to have an age-of-coming ceremony except you. Ever since your first public appearance, you've been known to torture the royal guards, insult the royal court, and crash uninvited to every single ball you held an interest in. It is like a game to you, to see just how far you can go before someone in the empire finally realizes just how rotten this country's worship is to your family.

But truth be told, you’re anything but mad. Personally, you'd rather stay out of the spotlight. You'd rather sit at home and read a good book or spend your days drinking tea or coffee and enjoy a good evening scenery. Quiet and serene, quite different from your outgoing and insane persona–merely a petty revenge against your father and the country.

You sigh. What the hell happened to this man? The Naoki you met for the first time always kept a practiced smile on his face, no matter how wicked you displayed yourself, yet this happy expression had never reached his eyes. He'd keep his distance whenever he could both physically and emotionally, though he always made sure to accept any and all invitations just to appease you, like a merchant. He used to be so visibly uncomfortable when you would constantly invade his personal space to spout some of the cringiest lines you could come up with when you’re in character. You had heard the gossip, as you always do, about how pitiful the man was to be engaged with someone like you.

You didn't expect much, for what sane person would want to marry a mad woman who could easily take the lives of millions with a single tantrum. In fact, one of the benefits of this persona was to keep away any potential offers of engagement. Why would you want to marry anyone from this empire you hated? But it is law for first-borns to be married, and this is all for the sake of your youngest brother, the Crown Prince, to continue the bloodline. You may have a vendetta against your father, but you could not fault your dear youngest brother for anything.

It was only just a few weeks ago when you revealed your true personality to him accidentally. There was only so much you could do before you had to drop the act eventually. The moment you shared your inner thoughts as the calm and collected lady you truly are, he became so…

You feel the urge to slap him. Again. You've done it before out of some silly punishment, but his face… oh, how could you forget the way he drooled and begged for you to touch him again? It woke something in you that you hadn't expected.

You may have delighted in watching people of the royal court beg for their lives, but they deserved it. They were all who always ignored you, abandoned you, and never batted an eye when you cried and wailed out of loneliness as a child.

This man making himself comfortable on your lap, on the other hand?

You grip the hair on the back of his head harshly, drawing out a shameless moan from him. You click your tongue. That stupid voice of his makes your body feel weird.

“Shut up,” you demand.

“But Princess…”

“What?”

“It feels good, touch me more…” he mumbles against the plush of your lap.

You release his hair and take your hand back. He whines, getting on his knees to rest his chin between your breasts. His eyes, when you make a quick glance at them, remind you of a puppy along with that pout. Damn his cuteness.

“Princess… look at meeee…”

“No.”

You hear him make a huff. “Is it because of the Duke of Elsie?”

Confusion overrides your bashfulness, and you meet his eyes. They look angry… and hurt, though they soften when he realizes you're meeting his gaze like he asked.

“The Duke of Elsie? Who-”

He cuts you off by pushing you down onto your bed. He places a knee between your legs and leans over you. One of his hands is holding his weight, and the other is caressing your sides, sometimes teasing the underside of one of your breasts with his thumb. One of your hands flies to his chest and the other wraps around his throat, a threat–a bluff, he knows. You raise an eyebrow, silently demanding an explanation.

“At the last ball he attended, you kept looking all over him without so much of a glance at me,” he explains.

The last ball? Ohhhh… the Duke of Elsie. If you remember correctly, he owns a vineyard and is known to let his pet birds have a taste of fermented berries occasionally. You were paying attention to the bird he came with, who was dancing quite vigilantly on his shoulder that night. What you find strange is that everyone who approached the Duke of Elsie simply wanted to get a closer look at the entertaining fowl. How did your fiance miss the forest for the trees?

“I was looking at the bird.”

“The bird? You mean the one that was dancing on his shoulder?”

“Yes. It was quite entertaining, was it not?”

He stares at you for a moment. “Oh.”

“Oh,” you mock him.

A giddy smile breaks out on his face before he lowers himself on top of your body and hugs you tightly. You can hear him giggling right next to your ear, clearly happy that his assumption was wrong.

Regardless of your feelings for him, you'd never disregard your commitments. He is your fiance and you plan to be loyal to him, not shamelessly gawking at some other person or start an affair. Besides, you have no interest in anyone else anyway.

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And he'd like to keep it that way. Naoki plants multiple kisses on your cheek and neck, taking in your seductive natural scent.

Oh how it turns him on. Your scent, your body, your personality, your… everything. He lifts his bottom half up slightly, not allowing the bulge forming in his pants from making contact with you. He'd very much like to rip off this thin material you’ve dared to wear, to touch you in places you’ve never been touched, and mark all of his territory, but he can't risk scaring you.

Of course, no one would dare assume scaring you is an easy feat, but Naoki isn't as stupid as he–well, he is stupidly in love with you but he's not naive. He knows you don't take too kindly to extreme measures. Especially coming from him, seeing as you've been on guard with him ever since his personality took a 180.

Like how after the ball, he had secretly cornered the Duke of Elsie. He beat that man black and blue with a cane before dragging him off to hang his body by stabbing his limbs onto very sharp stakes. Oh, and just before that poor man lost his conscience, Naoki captured his bird and held it with two hands in front of the bleeding man. With a devious smile, Naoki snapped the bird into two. And the smile dropped as quickly as the snap that bird made.

Of course, Naoki had cleaned up the mess and erased any evidence that would implicate him. No one will question about the Duke of Elsie for a while, but he'll have to convince you to avoid the east garden for now. The gardeners have yet to get rid of the faceless rotting corpse, since it's feeding the little animals quite well.

For now, he'll simply work on training his beloved to make eye contact with him more often. The more you look at him, the less he'll assume you're looking at someone else. Okay? Mwaah <3

[aurumacadicus]

Winteriron corn maze scary or not scary Is dealers choice, please

I just feel like after torture, corn mazes just can't be scary 😔

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Coming into the haunted corn maze hadn't been Bucky's idea of a good time, but Tony had batted his eyelashes at him and said 'but you could be my knight in shining armor in such a low stakes situation!' and, well. He was, first and foremost, a sucker for Tony's batted eyelashes, and second, Tony could play him like a fiddle without any eye-batting or lip biting. Any reservations he might have had against it had quickly melted in face of Tony's winning smile.

The thought of Tony trusting him had blinded him to the problems of a haunted corn maze.

Tony had been happily hanging off his arm, chattering about how he'd once helped map out a maze when he was in college for a credit in... Agh? Bucky wasn't sure what that meant and at this point he was too embarrassed to ask. Then a group of terrified middle schoolers had stampeded them. Bucky had been disoriented by all the small bodies colliding with them and each other, all the high-pitched screams and squeals and giggles. It was all he could do to keep his fingers clenched in Tony's jacket sleeve, struggling against the tide of a dozen other people in excited panic.

It was just a mistake. Nothing dangerous. Just because the sounds of kids squealing and chainsaws revving put him on edge didn't mean that Tony was in imminent danger. Except one of the middle schoolers had gotten separated from her group, so now a weepy thirteen-year-old was clinging to the back of his jacket.

"It's okay," Tony assured her quickly as she blubbered about her friends leaving her. "It's okay! We're way safer than a group of kids. You're clinging to the Winter Soldier! He could snap a ghost like a twig."

"But ghosts aren't corporeal," she wailed, not loosening her grip on Bucky at all.

Bucky bent a little to force her to make eye contact. "Ghosts aren't real," he told her firmly. "Otherwise I'd be haunted by dozens of people I've killed in the past."

"That didn't fucking help!" Tony bellowed as the girl began crying harder.

"Fine," Bucky said flatly, then turned and grabbed her under her arms, hoisting her up over his head. "Do you see the way out?"

The girl blinked, apparently so stunned she stopped crying. She sniffled as she looked around. Finally, she let out a shaky, "No?"

"That's fine," Tony assured her hastily, and Bucky was pretty sure that the only reason he wasn't kicked in the ribs was because he was the only thing holding her up. He carefully set her down under Tony's baleful gaze. "You can stay between us until we get to the exit. You want an autograph? We can give you autographs."

"Can you get me one from Black Widow?" she sniffled. "She's super cool."

"I would literally die for you in this moment so an autograph from Black Widow is cake," Tony told her hastily. He'd procured his phone from somewhere, likely texting Natasha wherever she was. The cider house, Bucky thought he remembered. He was also pretty sure he remembered Tony dumping both their phones in Bruce's hands and saying 'don't bother us unless the world's ending.' What the fuck.

"I'm sorry I cried so much," she added, voice still shaking, like she might start crying again.

Bucky grabbed her shoulders and wheeled her around to make eye contact. "Never be ashamed to cry."

"Okay," she squeaked, and then Tony was kicking him in the ribs, so he went staggering into the corn with a squawk.

"Fucking weirdo you're gonna give her a complex! Come on, honey, we're leaving Bucky behind for the guy in the ski mask. What's your name? Your favorite class at school?"

"Um," the girl squeaked, and Bucky squawked again when he stumbled back out of the corn to find Tony had apparently fully intended to leave him behind. Little shit. This was the thanks he got for coming into a haunted corn maze.

The worst part was, Bucky knew that he'd fucking walk back into the maze if Tony batted his eyelashes at him again.

[yourecitten]

hi i don’t mean to be negative, i just feel helpless and need advice or to rant and i rlly like the way u explain things , so i’ve been manifesting since the beginning of school and i forgot ab her during our first semester of finals and she started texting me a lot and we basically got into a talking stage, then she stopped and i didn’t care cuz school ended yk? but then school started again and she didn’t text me at all or give me attention then i got into manifesting again, and she literally said my affirmations back to me and things were going so well with us , then it all stopped , and i didn’t spiral i kept affirming but nothing seemed to work , and like i kept manifesting nothings changed , and i was starting to panic since school was ending and she’s a senior!! and i wanted to get with her during school , anyways i kept affirming did sats had a mental diet and did legit everything and the 3d didn’t change which was embarrassing since my friends keep telling me to move on and that she’s not into me anymore ,😞😞, anyways school has now ended sadly, me and her haven’t talked or anything for like 2 months, and i really wanted to hug her before school ended too and she completely ignored my existence, i still want to manifest her , but we’re on no contact and last time i texted her she was rude to me, i feel like no matter what i do she won’t text me it’s annoying cuz i manifest and affirm and visualize and like decide i’ll have the text tmrw then i wake up and don’t see shit.

SORRY I WROTE SO MUCH I JUST HAVENT TALKED AB RHIS BEFORE CUZ I DIDNT WANNA BE NEGATIVE AND THINK ABOUT THIS BUT IM TIRED OF WAITING AND NOT SEEING CHANGE i’ll go back to ignoring the 3d i just would like some advice ty

I feel like you are obsessing over her. fulfill your desires in the 4d please, it will come at the perfect timing in the 3d you just need to relax. Don't look at the time, do what you love doing, and work on your self-concept because you are full without her, you are more than enough, you don't need anyone, and also start acting like you are in a relationship with her no matter what the 3d showing you.

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

idk if your requests are open but your laufey pavitr fic literally made me shed tears -- can i please request a pavitr fic based off of "My Love Mine All Mine" by Mitski? thank u ❤

My Love, All Mine

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x reader

Tags: One-Sided Attraction, Grief/Mourning, Unrequited Love

Summary: How many times can a heart be broken? As long as it trusts, or as long as it loves?

A/N: I am so sorry for the delay pls forgive me y'all 🙏 ;_;

Also read on AO3

The bustling city around you is lost to the souls who enjoy it. The morning is cold, the breeze chilling your bones but you don't care. You let the bright rays hit your skin, the tears falling down your cheek as you watch the graveyard in grim silence.

Nothing cuts deep like a love untold. And each time, somehow, it hurts more. 

The wind blows brown leaves away, twisting and turning as they land on the dull tombstone. You brush off the dust with your hand, sitting down, unable to stop the tears flowing. The dent of engraved letters feel rough and icy against your fingertips. It feels wrong.

He shouldn't be here!

It wasn't supposed to happen, not to him!

One year ago today, he.. he died. And took with him your very life.

You want to cry so hard, you want to scream and shout but you're worn out. Throat gone sore, eyes tired and dried up but the sorrow never left. Heavy bags have formed under your eyes tainting any happiness left.

To the world he may be Spider-Man: a hero demised, to his family he may be Pavitr Prabhakar -a son lost- but to you, he was a friend, a savior and much, much more.

You loved him more than words could say, more than feelings could express; you loved him with all your heart, alone.

After his death, you used to come here with Gayatri, Pav's girlfriend, and grieve together. But as months passed she had moved out of town for the sake of her mental health, wanting to move on. Perhaps she got her closure; maybe you didn't, and that's why you could never forget. Or maybe, because this was all you ever had and you wouldn't let go.

Even if it was gone.

My baby here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth

The little touches that meant nothing to him, the inside jokes, the longing eye contacts that always meant something more to you.. the ghosts of memories past haunts in shattered pieces. How many times can a heart be broken? As long as it trusts, or as long as it loves?

So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for him?

He was the first one to like you for being Yourself. Pavitr brought a new perspective to your life. He showed you love when no one would, he gave you a hand when no one else did, he let you know you were valid, he showed what you were worth, he pulled you up from the dumps.

Pavitr gave hope to a withered, trampled rose; he made you come alive.

Except he had Gayatri to reciprocate it. You had to reserve yourself to just enjoying the unfortunate fate of being his friend, swallowing your feelings, however intense they were. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him -even if it hurt you.

You used to sit there, third-wheeling them and just being a spectator of everything you've ever wanted: Him. So near yet so, so far away.

Why you hurt yourself that way and still got addicted to it, you never knew. Maybe you loved the pain, maybe it was the kind of  drug that keeps you alive. It had you going, looking forward to enjoying the littlest things in life, the most insubstantial interactions and most trivial of feelings. It made life brighter in general, it gave a weird rush in your veins. The possibility of it growing into something more toying cruelly with your gullible heart.

The pain, it was indescribable; like a crown of thorns squeezing your bleeding heart to the last drop. It hurt, and it felt so good.

But this was a different kind of pain. It's permanent and it's... forever. This wasn't the drug type of pain, this just came in and ripped the life from your hands, leaving you soulless; empty.

This is kind of pain that tears you apart limb from limb; a pain that leaves you broken forever.

The moonlight shines bright upon the edge of the cliff, illuminating the red and blue colored mask in your hand. you run your fingers over it again and again, feeling the material. The eye-lens are so wide and bright, expressive just like him. You let the stray tear slip down, tasting the salt on your lips.

The moon is full, but you feel empty.

He's here, he's here with me. He's gone nowhere. He's here, he's here!

You won't move on; you can't move on. You're stuck and you can't help it. You embrace yourself around the knees and shudder, crying.

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you?

You lean back and lie down on the grass, never taking your eyes off the moon, the beauty radiant. Perhaps one day you would go there too? Become a star in the sky and shine down on people like you, yearning for the tiniest bit of love. Is love that expensive?

Perhaps that had been too much to ask. Or maybe some simply must not ask.

Clutching his torn mask to your chest, your eyes droop as you slowly drift off to sleep, the radiant face and shining hair of Pavitr Prabhakar bleeding into your thoughts. He's here, he's here.

So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you

There is a price we all must pay and yours cost yourself. But you're not left with nothing.

Your love you own; only your love, all yours. And thus it remains forever.

'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love, my, my, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine, all mine 

_________

Hope you liked it! Thank you for reading ♡

A/N: I am working on all the others, thank you so much for requesting and waiting! (hopefully i'll post them soon too!🤞)

[askbensolo]

"Then I tracked down Poe and convinced him to down a couple beers with me and play Podracing Simulator till 1am (which took no convincing at all, him being Poe) because I was desperately trying to rot my brain outta my skull." Hey Ben, I know you're going through a lot right now and it might feel like you're not getting anywhere, but that ^^^ right there? That shows growth. I think the Ben of 5, 6, 7 years ago would have had a much harder time recognizing he needed to pause, find a friend, and do an activity to give his brain a break from the problem.

Sure, it's not a long term solution, but taking breaks is important! My own therapist even suggests taking breaks after our sessions to do an activity with minimal brain effort that you enjoy to let your conscious mind rest and your nervous system re-regulate.

You think so?

…Okay. Okay.

No...you're right. I have grown a lot. From...how I used to be, anyway.

...Yeah. You're right. I sure would've done a lot worse under that kinda stress, some years ago.

Yeah. I had kind of a hard day today. Couldn't focus. Super anxious. I just...couldn't stop thinking about her, like at work and stuff, and thinking about this summer, and how I was always super excited for five o'clock, because that meant coming back home—coming back home to where she was—and by now I've gotten used to Poe and Beebee-Ate and even Threepio all being here instead, but—when 4:50pm hits, it's like some kind of psychological trigger, I start to miss her—and I don't know why that wouldn't translate into me texting her back on time—well, it's kind of a moot point now, I don't think she wants to hear from me—but—I'm just—I don't know—well, anyway...

No, but...maybe Amalia was right. Maybe I'm not good enough for her. Well—I know I'm not—I always knew that...

...I do want what's best for her. And...I don't think it's me. I think she's really good for me—I think she makes me a better person—but...that's beside the point, isn't it?

But then...that was her whole thing, right, that I shouldn't think she'll always be "better" than me—that I'm not just stuck being Like This—

...I should just shut up. Talking myself in circles. Getting dizzy.

But, uh...I was thinking maybe I should go hang out with my family this weekend. It's been a while. I mean...like what you said, right? Hanging out with people. It helps.

And anyway I kind of started hearing voices in my head again today during my second panic attack but not like literally hearing voices just having thoughts and it was kind of like how I used to hear things in my head but not really AND IT'S NOT SNOKE it wasn't him I swear but all the same it made me feel like I need to make sure I keep in contact with the people who love me most the people who for whatever reason are supposed to always love me even if she stops loving me—

I NEED TO SHUT UP. ugh

You said it's good to do mindless activities when you're overwhelmed, right?

...Awesome. I'm gonna go hate-watch Love Among Hutts. No spoilers, please—I haven't seen the finale yet. Rooting for Khartoha, though.

[lyn-js]

Home Sweet Home | Chapter 4. Tears and Broken Hearts Club

Rhett Abbott x OC Reader

Summary: Sunny Pritchett decides to move back home, but without a reason why. Once she's back she runs into her childhood best, friend Rhett Abbott. Rhett seems very surprised to see her. Not only that, but he sees she has a small child on her hip. Will Sunny try to reconnect with Rhett and tell him the real reason you she's moved back. Or will her past come back and find her until everything blows up.

Warnings: Mental and Physical abuse, PTSD flashbacks, swearing, fighting, (eventually smut 18+)

“Are you sure you know where the diapers are? If you aren't sure they're in my room-” you say, but you’re being cut off by your mom.

“Sunny, I know where everything is, I lived in this for over 20 years. I may be getting older, but I’m not losing my mind just yet.” she says back before you can get another word out.

She can tell that you're nervous going out with Rhett, you told her about your conversation you had with him after the service. She was so excited for you. After that she ran to the phone and called Cecilia. She could be her on the phone yelling at Rhett for not telling her he asked you out. 

“I don’t care if it’s not a date. If she’s going to become my daughter-in-law at some point, then I need to know these things, Rhett?!” 

Also, you went upstairs 12 times to change your outfit, redo your makeup, and change your hairstyle. You shouldn’t be nervous, you guys were just going to dinner, and he was taking you straight home. but it was just dinner right? 

That thought kept going on and off in your head for the next 10 minutes until you heard a knock at the door.

Your mom opens the door and you can hear from the other room making small talk. “Hello Rhett, Sunny will be out in just a minute. Oh, don’t you look handsome.” Before you go, you pick up Ollie and say goodbye. 

Before you look up you just tell your mom “Stop embarrassing me please.” When you walk out you and Rhett lock eyes with each other. Not able to look away from one another.

“It’s been good see’n ya Rhett, bring my daughter home in one piece.” your dad says making you break eye contact with Rhett.

(Rhett's little POV)

When I first saw her walk into the room, it seemed like everything stopped moving, and the spotlight was on her. 

She looked so beautiful as a magnolia in May. She could take your breath away with just one smile. The way her dress flowed across her legs, the way her hair sways when looking the other way. Just the way she looked, almost made me go to my knees.

She looked like a literal angel. And I just want to keep her all to myself.

(Back to your POV)

Walking up to Rhett you look down at his hands, and see a small bouquet of mixed colored Dahlias. He notices you looking at them. “Oh… these are for you. I know they're your favorite.”

But when you try to take them you see there's a little bit of dirt at the bottom of them, and some of it falls on the floor. 

Your mother takes the flowers saying she’ll cut them, and put them in water later.

Then you wave your parents goodbye, and tell them you’ll be back later.

When you both are down the steps, you look at your little flower beds near the front porch, and see a big patch of flowers missing. You justed whisper over to him “Did you just rip the flowers out of my moms garden?”

He whips his head to you and he looks back at the flower bed. Then he turns to you and just starts to blush. You both look at eachother and see each others cheeks going dark. So, he turns the other way from being embarrassed. “It’s fine, but next time I would like some flowers that don't immediately get ripped from the ground?” you tell and look at him, only seeing a warm smile on his face.

While Rhett opens you car door, he tells you “Well, I forgot to pick up flowers on the way here, so your moms garden was the next best option.”

You just turn to him with a smirk, then you say back “Thanks for the jester, but don’t do it again.” While you're trying to buckle up, he gives you a fake salute and says “yes ma'am” trying not to break into laughter. He then walks over to the driver's side, and you're both off to the diner.

When driving down the road you’re looking out the window, but in the corner of your eye you see Rhett fiddling with his hands. You know he wants to hold your hand, or put it on your thigh. But he can’t, he just puts his hand on his own lap. Trying every way to distract himself.

While you're staring out the window again. Your mind starts wondering. Wondering what Rhett’s hands felt like. How they would feel holding your hand, having it rest on your thigh. How they would feel when pulling your hair, having them inside you-

“We’re here” You leave your filthy mind, and try not to focus on him. The only thing you can do is nod, you don’t trust your voice just yet. You're afraid when you speak that you’ll whimper, and then the whole night will be ruined. You just want to forget that ever happened in your mind. Get this dinner over with, and go home.

Walking into the diner was like walking into a book of old memories. You and Rhett would come here after you both would see bull rides with your families. As to annoy him you would always root for the opposing person Rhett would cheer for.

Finding a booth to sit in, you both sit in award silence. Once again waiting for someone to break tensions.

He starts first. “So… how have ya been?” he asks sheepishly. You just give him a dumbfounded look on your face. “You already asked that, remember cowboy?” In return he just gives you an awkward smile, but you also see a little bit of blush creep up on his cheeks. 

“Did you ever finish your art program, I remember you never stopped talking about it when you got accepted.” 

Suddenly you are frozen, you don’t know what to say? How were you supposed to tell him that your ex didn’t want you in school? He just wanted you to stay home, and clean and cook for him. How can you explain to him that you had to drop out because you got pregnant with your son? 

“N-No I didn't, I had to stop because I got pregnant with Ollie. I wanted to try and go back to finish out, but I didn’t have the time. With work, and taking care of Ollie. It was a lot. So… y-yeah.” You suddenly feel so ashamed, and exposed for what you just told him. You couldn’t stand to look at him. Afraid he will see you differently now.You really wanted to tell him that you were forced to quit because your boyfriend didn’t like that you were going out. He also thought you were cheating, and calling you a “sleazy whore” and “selfish lying slut.” When you were really busting your ass trying to get good grades, and trying your absolute hardest not to fail your courses.

Rhett could see you shutting down a little bit, he knew there was more to the story, but he wasn’t going to push you and tell him every little detail. He was just happy that you’d go out with him. He didn’t want to ruin your night by invading your personal privacy and space. He was happy to see you smile, and be your old self again for a little bit.

Breaking the silence Rhett starts talking again. “Hey, I heard that they wanted help for an art teacher at Amy’s school, I think you could be good at it. Since, ya know you're really good at that stuff. Also I’ve seen your work before, and I think you’d be amazing at it, Sun.”

You suddenly look up at him, and give him a small, quirked smile. He always knows how to lighten your day up. He could just say something, or do absolutely nothing. Even just looking at you, and he brings a smile to your face.

“Thanks, I’ll look into that… But enough about my depressing life. What have you been up to?”

He tells you about staying on the ranch, he tells you about his mom, and his niece Amy, and how her mother Rebbeca suddenly “left” and she hasn't returned. He also tells you that he’s started bull riding, and you light up at that. To be honest, you were so proud of him. He actually became a rider. You really can’t wait to see the next show.

After you both order your food, you just get lost in conversation talking about what you did in the last couple of years. Just thinking about old times before shit hit the fan. And your world came crumbling down.

You both continue to make small talk when your food comes. Just reliving old memories, with your oldest friend. 

You suddenly just want this moment to freeze. Wanting to live in the perfect little moment for the rest of your life. In this little diner, with the man you’ve been in love with since forever.

After you put up a fight letting Rhett pay for the bill, and knowing your stubborn ass would start to argue. Rhett stuck to his word, and you both hop in his truck and he takes you home.

The drive home was once again silent, but there was some random country song that you started to hum to.

When he pulls up to your house you just turn to look at him, wanting to say something. He also wants to say something but he just freezes up. Not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Thanks for everything tonight. I-I had a r-really good time.” you tell him stumbling over your word, and with a shy smile and a little bit of blush on your cheeks.

“No problem Sun” and that’s all he says. Choking up on his words, and not saying anything else. 

The next thing you know, you are climbing out of the truck and walking up the little stone pathway to your house.

Before you reach the first step, you hear a loud slam from the car door. You whip around, trying to see what the noise was. But you just see Rhett jogging towards you.

You both are face to face, standing like a statue not knowing what to do. He takes his hat off, and you both get good looks at each other.

“I’m sorry Sunny, I haven’t seen you in a long time, and it was really nice catching up with you. And Itruly  do want to make things better between-” You suddenly stop him, cupping your hand and putting it over his mouth to make him stop spewing nonsense.

“Stop… Just stop for a second.” You take your hand away from his mouth, and let him take a couple of deep breaths. “Rhett, I had a good time too. It was a little bit weird because we haven’t seen each other in a long time. But what happened between us, it’s over now. We're both fully grown adults and it’s in the past.” you tell him with confidence, but on the inside you were trying to hold back tears, and trying not to pour your whole sad story on him.

He just looks at you with his eyes widened. “But the stuff I said to you… that was out of line.”

“Rhett it’s in the past. I’m not mad at you anymore. To be honest, I just want to have my bestfriend back. The unstoppable duo.” she says to him.

They both chuckle at the saying, Rhett to be honest haven't heard that phrase in a long long time.

“Alright, but you have to come to one of my rides, you know I need my best friend in the whole wide world there.” he says with a grin on his face.

“Ya, I’ll be there… Goodnight. See you later Rhett.” you say to him in a hushed voice.

“Goodnight darlin’” he said also in a hushed voice. He comes up to you and gives you a little peck on the cheek. That immediately gave you little flutters in your stomach. You walk up the steps to your front door, and turn around one more time.

You see him still in the same spot. The only thing that he does is give you a little wave of his hand, you give one back and walk into your house.

Through the little screen door you see him walking away, making sure he got into his car safely. You finally close both doors, and slump down to the ground.

You knew you had feelings for Rhett. But they were just little, sad feelings. But after tonight, you realized that your feelings are becoming a little bit bigger.

If you were going to be around him more often, you knew that it was going to wreak havoc on your life. But you really didn't care. You knew your feelings for Rhett were becoming stronger. You just didn’t want to get your heart broken again. 

You knew deep down that somehow you would.

But you just didn’t care. You wanted Rhett Abbott.

End.

(Here is some outfit and hair inspo for Sunny's "date night" with Rhett.)

Sunny's Dress

Sunny's hair

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[blackllghtshadow]

They’re Lover?

Hi this is my first fanfic, please don’t kill me if it’s not as good as other writings, this is Namor x Shuri x reader fanfic, if you have any requests you can ask me. 

warnings: non really, this is a polyamory relationship, yucatec maya language.

For as long as you can remember you have always had a strange attraction to the ocean, ever since you were very little you could always understand the balance that was in the ocean, how every living creature belongs in a totally different ecosystem than the ecosystem you live in on land, maybe that is why you moved to Wakanda when your friend Shuri asked you if you would be one of her marine biologists. 

Shuri on the way to wakanda told you about the new changes in Wakanda and how they had formed an alliance with a people called Tlalocan who live in the ocean and she had talked to her now boyfriend about forming a new place for them inside Wakanda, and that is why they needed help from a marine biologist like you.

Just as you arrived in Wakanda, Shuri was greeted by her boyfriend who, to be honest, when you saw him, you felt attracted to him, but you cleared your mind and went to talk to them about how to start the project. 

that's how you ended up in a room in Wakanda castle.

present:

You got up from your bed feeling physically and mentally exhausted, this project of creating a new place for Namor's people was literally killing you. 

The only thing that seemed to keep you from abandoning the project was the fact that Namor and Shuri were treating you as if you were their loving partner without adding all the physical contact, giving you as much love and encouragement as possible so you could keep going. 

You looked at the papers and papers of information and notes of the project you were working on, you pushed away as many as you could with your hand throwing the vast majority on the floor frustrated and wanting to cry, "why did I have to agree to this?" you asked yourself, if you were honest with yourself you would say you were being forced to over work even though it really wasn't like that. 

"Miss" a virtual voice rang out, you instantly recognized it was Shuri's assistant "Queen Shuri and her boyfriend want to see you" you sighed, it had been a while since these two had left you alone for a moment "tell them I don't want to" at that the assistant apologized and left you alone.

 then you went to work and you don't know how much time passed but you heard the door open and a female voice sounded "In wojel ba'ax estarías waye" (I knew you would be here) the woman said entering the room letting the door close behind her, you turned around and saw Namora looking at you, you could understand her thanks to the fact that you asked shuri to make you a personalized translator in the form of an earpiece just in case Namor wasn't near you to translate, 

"What's wrong?" you said looking at mom as you forced yourself not to look like you had been hit by a train, she looked around noting the papers on the floor, the unmade bed and the fact that you looked like you had been crying for 3 weeks straight.

 Namora and you were good friends, you started out a little feisty but you quickly became friends, she helped you to better understand the marine fauna and the possibilities of creating the same environment in wakanda.

"K'uk'ulkan ka shuri táan preocupados ta wo'olal, ma' a yaax yaantal jóok'ol ti' le quarto ichil ka'ap'éel semanas yéetel a dejado u janal u normal" (kukulkan and shuri are worried about you, you haven't been out of the room for two weeks and have stopped eating normally), when you heard that you felt a wave of panic run through your body, you knew well how shuri was when she found out that you were not well, the truth is that what scared you the most was Namor, shuri was not as brute as him, he was capable of coming and dragging you out of the room and tying you in a chair until you had eaten.

 "Namor knows about this?" you asked her and she nodded her head, you swallowed saliva afraid to ask next "he has said something? " Namora nodded again "tu ya'alaj u wa le ba'ala' ma' u arreglaba, u u u yéet venirría u kaxant teech" (he said that if this was not fixed, that he himself would come and get you), you shivered somewhat at hearing that, you knew well what Namor was capable of "I'll go in a while" you told Namora and she nodded, after that brief talk with Namora you knew well that Namor would come himself, if he didn't see you out of the room in less than half an hour.

You tried to get ready as best as you could and just when you were picking up the papers you heard the footsteps of someone heading to your room, panic entered your body and you tried to organize as fast as possible, just when you left the papers the door opened and a serious Namor came in, You looked at him trying not to tremble when you noticed that intense look he used to have when he was angry, he studied your face and your physique, without thinking twice he started to walk towards you eliminating the space between you, you tried not to walk backwards when you noticed his proximity. 

"You're coming with me" was the only thing he said before he wrapped his arms around your lower body just below your ass and lifted you up, standing over his shoulder, for a few moments you couldn't react but when you really reacted you started trying to get him to let go "Namor let go of me! "you shouted but this man didn't seem to hear you, he pulled you out of the room while you tried to get him to let go but his grip seemed to be made of metal "Namor please let go, please" you tried to reason with him but he didn't say anything just kept walking but you are sure that his grip only loosened a little bit. 

In the end you gave up and let him take you wherever he wanted to take you, fighting Namor was useless since he had too much strength and impressive stamina, after a while he let go and you were able to take a few steps back before you slipped and fell on your butt "I hope you're happy" you said to Namor while he looked at you with an unrecognizable expression "Shuri and I have wanted to talk to you about something serious and you seem to avoid both of us, namor said with a marked tone you could feel the fact that he was angry with you, you don't know if it's the fact that you've known him for 3 months already but the need to fan yourself started to be very big, you closed your eyes holding your breath "y/n? "you heard Namor ask, you didn't move, "y/n" this time he sounded a little more worried and less angry "y/n!" Namor grabbed the sides of your head forcing you to open your eyes and look him in the eyes "you're not well" you took a breath trembling in his arms "no?" the answer came out as a whisper. 

at that you saw how his gaze was fixed around him and those arms were lifting you up and carrying you at great speed, you couldn't think just realized that Namor's shoulder was in the perfect position to rest your head on it and so you closed your eyes and fell asleep. 

You woke up and stretched out feeling better, you moved your hand feeling the soft sheets and then a little further away from you but close enough to you a hand, you looked at who was in front of you on the bed and you found Shuri looking at me with concern in her eyes, she closes her hand in yours and smiles something, "good morning" Shuri says "good morning" at that you noticed other hands behind you clutching in a warm chest "good morning " your face turned into a square as you heard Namor's voice in your ear "why i’m i here with you in this bed? " You tried to get up but shuri and namor wouldn't let you "shhhhhh, it's all right, don't worry, you're in our room" shuri assured you, you looked at the two of them "why are you with those expressions? "you asked "we are fools for letting you be alone in a room, you are very special for both of us, we love you and we are worried that you are not well" Shuri said at that you noticed namor's lips on your shoulder giving soft kisses "and that is why we have decided that you will sleep with us, we tried to give you your space, we were afraid that you would deny our proposal but this is already too much".

(Okay so this is part one, if you wanna part two just ask ^^)

[aubins]

she is rasping and literally crawling toward yuri with big wet eyes because the week has been very unkind to her and she's a little scraped up from getting caught in a wilderness trap but don't even worry about it. however! she reaches them and her fluffy head perks up.

"yuri! yuri, we weren't on the same island last week, and bernie didn't want to miss you just in case—" rustle, rustle. from her belongings, she fishes out a lilac-ribboned box. inside there is makeup, carefully curated and dorothea-certified of course, along with a flower accessory she'd made herself. its blossom is the color of their eyes, which she is doing her very best to meet now, thank you very much.

(in fact, she's trying so hard that it pinches her brow just slightly. eye contact will always be her worst enemy but god if she isn't pulling out all the stops to show her earnestness. they deserve that much and plenty more.)

"happy, uh, early birthday...!" the gift is ushered into their possession. then her arms flap at her sides, and she blurts: "please don't get eaten by alligators, okay?! wait, are there alligators on this island? w-well, don't get eaten by anything! please. um, yes." nod, nod. "i don't get this whole competition thing, but you're still bernie's dear friend. and bernie really, really wants to keep being friends by the time your next birthday comes, too."

a pause. then, lips curl into a silly, fond smile that bernadetta can't help but make. "a-and it doesn't have anything to do with this weird island, but, um... you make me happy. so i hope this makes you happy, too."

Yuri Leclerc does not celebrate their birthday.

Sometimes, there are exceptions. Like the treats and surprises of a certain red-haired girl or the odd greeting here and there from Abyssians who have known them for long enough to learn it. Yet no matter how routine these exceptions start to become, they will always be just that: exceptions. Because, for so long, the day they'd said was theirs never really was their birthday anyway. Because, a long time ago, the boy who was born on their actual birthday died on the streets of Adrestia.

“Bernadetta,” is their hummed greeting as their gaze flicks over her, pleased— well, always pleased, really, to see her, and even more so when she appears to be in relatively one piece— their usual smile curling at the corner of their lips. “That for me?” they ask, tone teasing as she fishes the box from her belongings. It's not even my birthday yet, is the follow up, already upon the tip of their tongue when—

“Happy, uh, early birthday...!”

And Yuri blinks, stunned for a moment, because no, they think, they will never quite get used to these exceptions. Even as Bernadetta shuffles the gift into their hands, babbling that they shouldn't get eaten by alligators, if there even are any— “No,” they think they hear themself say automatically, first instinct always to reassure, “I haven't seen any alligators. And I won't get eaten, so don't even worry about it.”— and that they're her dear friend— “...ah?” is the only sound they make in response to that one, a little quiet and a little confused, because there's no automatic answer to it, not one that they want to give to such a genuine effort anyway.

They glance at the box now in their hands for a beat, then pull it open gently, as if afraid it might break. “You didn't have to,” Yuri says, gaze immediately attracted to the collection of makeup within. They know, of course, what it costs, and suddenly mean it doubly so. “Must've cost you a pretty penny. You should've spent it on yourself.” And even if some people would say it just to be humble, humility has never been one of their features. They know what they do and do not deserve.

After all, Yuri is no stranger to gifts like these. Makeup and jewelry offered to them because only the finest of accessories should decorate the most beautiful dolls— and never for free, of course, because nothing in this world is ever for free, and they are quite used to trading both face and body.

They kept them all, no matter how they loathe them sometimes. They may be prideful, but they are not foolish. There is a trunk under the floorboards beneath their bed in Abyss filled with their hoard, bountiful enough to convince someone they are a magpie and not a mockingbird. Bountiful enough to remind them that, now, the Savage Mockingbird can take a noble's expensive gift and slit his throat while wearing it if they wanted, then toss it without a second thought to disappear within their collection.

But while Bernadetta is a noble, she is not like them. (But how do you know? asks a voice. Yuri silences it. They just do— they must believe that.) Not because of this island, she says next, and as much as Yuri can guess where her mind tends to spiral to, they wonder if she can do the same. Because they would have thought it next, yes, wondered about an objective handed to her in the interim that perhaps needed completing or some other game their hosts wanted to play. Even with the reassurance, they might have still wondered.

But maybe it is because it is Bernadetta, because she had known them before they were Yuri, and know all the secrets and vulnerabilities that come with that, because no matter how many times she says she has forgiven them, Yuri is used to bracing for betrayal, that the mockingbird pauses. Briefly, yet completely and utterly struck still mid-flight.

And then they believe her, even when the first instinct ingrained in them is not to.

“It...” they start, then pause. Correct themself. “You make me happy, Bernadetta. With or without the gift. But thanks for thinking about my birthday.” Because it's nice to be thought about, in the end. If it needs to be put simply for her, without the mess of their past, then it— and she— makes them happy. Bernadetta doesn't need to know the rest. Yuri grins, then plucks the flower accessory from the box to hold out to her. This one, they can think about without straining their smile. No shadow haunts it; this one is just Bernadetta. “Help me put it in my hair?”

Next birthday, we'll still be friends. But they do not say it aloud. This one is a promise all for themself. Yuri resolves not to break it.

[lemoncrushh]

Too Far From Texas | Chapter Thirty-One

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Word Count: 6694

Warning: If you didn't already kind of hate Stacey before this chapter, this might take you over the edge. She's kind of a bitch, at least at the beginning. Just...hang on, please :).

I stared back and forth incredulously between my so-called friend and Harry’s sister.

“Hi,” I finally said, though it came out more like a whisper.

“I’m Gemma,” she rose from her chair, offering her hand. “You must be Stacey.”

“Yes,” I nodded, accepting her handshake. Then I glared at Lorelei. “Though lately I wish I wasn’t.”

Lorelei bowed her head sheepishly as she adjusted her napkin in her lap.

“Please, join us,” gestured Gemma to the empty seat next to her. “Lorelei here has told me a lot about you.”

“I’m sure she has,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, but don’t misunderstand,” she added, leaning closer to me as I sat down. “My brother’s already told me the important details.”

I looked at her, not sure what else to say. She seemed kind and sincere, and I wasn’t about to assume the worst when I didn’t even know her. The waiter came by then and took my drink order, handing me a menu.

“We haven’t ordered food yet,” said Lorelei. “We reckoned we’d wait for you.”

“Thoughtful,” I grumbled, looking over the list.

I could feel both sets of eyes on me before Lorelei sighed, setting down her menu.

“I suppose we should get it all out in the open. First of all, you should know I didn’t contact Gemma.”

I snorted. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Stacey…”

“Or wait...let me guess…” I pointed between them. “Harry couldn’t get me to talk to him, so he called his sister and asked her to contact my sneaky, manipulative friend that he’s secretly been talking to behind my back for the last few weeks, so they can get together and gang up on me.”

“It wasn’t quite like that,” Gemma interjected.

“We’re not ganging up on you,” Lorelei argued.

I leaned my head back and blinked at the ceiling, willing my eyes to keep the tears from coming.

“Harry told me his sister was coming to New York,” I heard Lorelei explain. “I told him that would be wonderful if everything could work out between you, and he could introduce the two of you. Apparently, this afternoon, when you still wouldn’t talk to him, he had Gemma call me.”

I glared at her and rolled my eyes. “Is that not what I literally just said?”

“But you make it sound so awful and conniving. We aren’t trying to hurt you, doll. We’re just trying to help.”

“You know how you can help me, Lor? By leaving me the fuck alone!”

Lorelei looked at me with wide eyes. I turned to Gemma who had the same expression.

“I’m sorry, Gemma. I have no doubt in my mind that you’re a lovely person, and you probably have the best of intentions, for both me and your brother. I wish we could have met under better circumstances.” I scooted my chair back, prepared to rise. “But I’m so goddamn tired of everybody talking about me like I’m not here, and conspiring behind my back, thinking they know what’s best for me!”

Standing up, I threw my napkin on the table. “It’s my life, Lorelei! Butt out!”

I stormed out of the restaurant before either of them could stop me, though I was certain they weren’t going to anyway. I was the one who had made the scene. I took the elevator up to my room, falling face first onto the bed. My body shook with sobs as I silently cursed everybody, including myself.

A knock sounded on the door a little while later. I was ready to tell whomever it was to go away, but seeing as Lorelei had a key, I figured it was someone in the hotel staff. When I opened it, however, I was greeted with Gemma’s gentle face. My shoulders fell and I wiped a tear from my eye.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

I nodded hesitantly, stepping back to allow her inside. She took a look around the room as I shut the door.

“Good job, Harry,” she said aloud, then turned to me. “It’s a nice room.”

I bit my lip, giving a shrug. “I suppose you want to talk?”

“I reckon we should, don’t you?”

Nodding again, I gestured toward the sofa. I followed her as she sat down, facing me.

“Stacey, I don’t know you,” Gemma began. “I only know what my brother and my mum told me.”

“Anne told you about me?”

“Well, of course. She did spend a few days with you. She raved about you, and your book.”

I couldn’t help but smile a little. “She read my book?”

“Mhmm,” Gemma nodded. “Said you gave her a copy and she read it on the plane. She said you and your friend are brilliant writers, and then she leant it to me.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure what else to say. I wasn’t there to promote my book, but I had to admit I liked the idea that she’d read it.

“I loved it as well,” she continued. “But really...that doesn’t tell me a lot about you.”

I understood, though I wasn’t sure where this was going. In some ways I felt like I was on a job interview. Then her face softened.

“Harry first told me about you months ago,” she smiled, scooting closer to me. “When his tour was announced, I noticed he’d be in New York the same time as me.”

“Yes,” I said. “He mentioned that.”

“Did he also mention that I wanted to meet you?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” she grinned. “Not because he didn’t think we should meet. I asked him if you would be coming to New York, and he said no, that you would only be going to the Houston show with your children. He added...without my asking, mind you...that he would love it if you could come to every show, but that you’d just flown home from seeing him in L.A. and that you deserved to be with your daughters who needed you most.”

“He did?” I asked, my eyes already welling up.

“Yes,” Gemma nodded. “He told me he adores them, that they’re the coolest kids he’s ever met. He’s very fond of them, Stacey, and he thinks you’re a wonderful mum.”

I wiped my eyes, knowing my freshly applied eyeliner was gone by now. Oh, Harry. What a sweet thing to say.

“Now, I’m not here to try to conspire or anything behind your back,” Gemma continued. “I’m not really even here to persuade you to do anything other than go to the concert with me.”

“What?” I looked at her with raised brows.

“Your feelings are yours alone,” she explained. “I absolutely want my brother to be happy, and I know he’s madly in love with you. But I’m not going to make you talk to him if you’re not ready. I’m just asking that you consider going to the show. You’ll be sat beside me, and we’ll drink and have fun and...that’s it.”

“Something tells me that’s not it, Gemma.”

She shrugged. “I dunno what could happen next. And it’s truly none of my business.”

I bit the inside of my cheek.

“You’d only be fulfilling my request,” Gemma added.

“What’s that?”

“That I get to know you,” she beamed.

Lorelei came back to the room after Gemma and I’d had our talk. I hated to send her away, but we both agreed I needed to have a chat with my friend. I agreed to have brunch with Gemma the next day, and I told her I might let her persuade me to go to the concert. She left with a hug from me and a big smile on her face.

Lorelei and I ended up ordering room service since we hadn’t eaten dinner yet and didn’t feel like returning to the restaurant downstairs - or at least I felt too ashamed to show my face again. I apologized for walking out like I had, and told her I didn’t mean what I’d said.

“Yes you did,” Lor mumbled through a bite of potatoes. “You were angry. A lot of truth comes out when you’re angry.”

“Okay, but I didn’t mean everything. Like leaving me alone.”

Lorelei chewed the food in her mouth and swallowed.

“I did some thinking while I was downstairs. And you were right. I can see how you would think what I did was manipulative. But you have to believe me, doll, I never meant it like that. To me...manipulating is when you try to get someone to do what you want them to do. That was not my intention at all.”

“I know,” I said into my own plate. “It’s just...why did you have to talk to him behind my back? The whole time I was hurting worse than I’ve ever hurt in my life...even worse than my divorce...and I was trying my damndest to get over him...you were talking to him.”

“Because he called me! You have to believe me, Stace, when he first called I was shocked. I’d thought, I can’t do this, I have to be Stacey’s shoulder to cry on. But then he told me he had to see you, and he’d thought up a plan and wanted my help. I actually thought it was a great idea...I didn’t know it was gonna blow up like this.”

As I stared at her, the tears came and fell down my cheeks. At that point, I didn’t bother stopping them anymore. I was only surprised I had any left.

“I just wanted it to be over,” I cried. “I didn’t want to hurt anymore.”

“But why are you letting yourself hurt?” Lorelei asked. “You could be so happy!”

“Don’t you get it, Lor? I don’t know how to be happy. Every time something in my life went right, it ended badly. I can’t be in a relationship just waiting for the other shoe to drop. And eventually Harry would resent me for it. Then I’d have to tell him I told you so. I’m saving us both the time and heartache.”

“Stacey, all I want to do...as your friend...is be there for you. And for me, that includes trying to help you see what you might not see in yourself. You’re such a wonderful, amazing woman. You’re not just somebody who got lucky once and met Harry Styles. You fell in love, and he with you. You have something...I have only dreamt about. I guess...yeah, I’m a bit jealous. But I know how much you deserve this.”

I looked at her, speechless. She reached for my hand and squeezed it.

“Give him a chance, hon. Let him show you how over the moon in love with you he is. Lay back and enjoy it, free from all your insecurities and disbeliefs...in both yourself and in love. As much as I hate to admit it, true love exists. I’ve seen it...in you.”

My shoulders shaking, I sucked in my lips and buried my face in my hands.

“I love him, Lorelei. I love him so very much. I miss seeing his face and hearing his voice. I just thought…”

“I know, doll. I know exactly what you thought. But that’s a demon in your head talking. It’s not true. It’s lying to you. You have to know that.”

“No,” I shook my head.

“Stace...look at me,” Lorelei took my arms and pried my hands from my face. She was knelt before me, urging me to look her in the eye.

“Repeat after me...I deserve happiness.”

I rolled my eyes and looked away.

“Stacey. Right here. I’ll be your fucking therapist if I have to.”

I chuckled then at the absurdity.

“Say it, doll. I deserve happiness.”

Looking her in the eye, I hesitantly repeated the phrase. “I deserve happiness.”

“Again.”

I took a deep breath and let it out. “I deserve happiness.”

“Again.”

“I deserve happiness.”

Dropping her hands to her lap, my best friend smiled at me.

“Yes, you do, Stacey Barnett. And he’s waiting for you.”

The bell on the door jingled when I opened it, stepping into a quaint and cozy cafe. The hostess led me to the rear of the restaurant where Gemma sat waiting for me.

“Sorry I’m late,” I said, taking a seat.

“No worries, you’re not,” she grinned. “I just arrived myself.”

I returned her smile, placing my napkin in my lap. The waiter came by and took our drink order, both Gemma and I opting for mimosas as well as coffee.

“How are you feeling?” she asked me when the waiter left.

I considered her question, thinking it was particularly kind of her to ask it. Not just “how are you?” but “how are you feeling?”. It had more sensitivity to it.

“I feel...a bit overwhelmed I guess,” I replied.

“Hmm. Understood.”

After shedding all the tears, I thought I had left the night before, Lor and I had decided to call it a day. Pushing the food cart into the hall, we got ready for bed, chatting about random things like the old friends we were. Before turning out the light, she’d insisted I go meet Gemma for brunch alone, and although I hesitated at first, I knew it was for the best.

“I had a...much needed, yet emotional talk with Lorelei last night,” I commented.

Gemma gave a smirk, reminding me for a split second of her brother. “She’s a bit of a nosey parker, that one.”

I giggled. “What does that mean?”

“Um...a meddler. A busybody.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. That’s a nice way to put it. She means well, though.”

Gemma reached out her hand. “Oh, I know she does. I like her, and I can tell she cares a lot about you. I just think...perhaps she went about this wrong.”

“Well, apparently you can thank your brother for that. She says it was all his idea.��

“I suppose so,” stated Gemma as the waiter brought our coffee carafe and poured it into our cups.

“What...that’s it?” I glared at her.

“What’s it?”

“You’re just agreeing? You’re not going to tell me what a fool I’m being for not taking his calls or replying to his texts?”

“I told you, it’s none of my business. Harry’s my brother and I love him, but I know he can also be pretty dim sometimes. I only agreed to contact Lorelei because he told me she was your friend and that you were here.”

I pursed my lips as I looked at her, wondering if there was something else she wasn’t telling me. My thoughts were interrupted, however, when the waiter returned with our mimosas and took our food order.

We had a lovely brunch together, talking a bit about my book and the one Lorelei and I were waiting to get published. Gemma showed me photos on her phone of a project she was working on, and photos that she’d taken while in town so far, as well as some in England. She asked if I’d met Jeffrey and Glenne, assuming I had, and I felt a little pang in my chest at the mention of their names.

“I miss them,” I admitted somberly.

“Well you can see them again tonight,” Gemma pointed out. “Assuming you’ve decided to come, of course.”

I took a moment to get my bearings, knowing the truth was inside me, deep down. Then after a long sigh, I gave her a nod.

“Yes.”

“I’m so glad,” she smiled. “We’ll have a lot of fun.”

I nodded again and followed her outside into the brilliant sunshine, the sky nearly cloudless.

“I just want to say something to you, Stacey,” offered Gemma, turning to me.

“What’s that?”

“One of the reasons Harry is in love with you is because you’re a strong woman. I can see that. But I also see that you have a wall up.”

I swallowed hard and averted my eyes.

“It’s thin and invisible,” she added with a gesture of her hand, “but it’s there. I suspect you have it up to protect yourself...from something bad that might never happen.”

Squinting from the sunlight, I looked at her face again, kind and wise.

“See you tonight, love,” she said with a soft grin, and I watched her walk away.

Lorelei and I spent the afternoon together. First, she took me to her old neighborhood, showing me where she used to live before moving to Houston. I unabashedly admitted that I was jealous and couldn’t understand why she’d leave New York to move to crappy Houston. She just laughed and said that if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have met me. I gave her a hug, and we walked to a diner for a late lunch.

We then took a cab to Macy’s where we tried on several outfits until we each decided on something to wear to the concert. Because I hadn’t brought my new jeans I’d worn to the Stevie show, as they reminded me of Harry, I bought a new similar pair. I then picked out a pretty green top to wear with them that Lor insisted made me look like a million bucks. I didn’t feel like spending money on a new pair of boots, so I just planned to wear my flats I’d brought with me.

While we’d been shopping, I got a text from Harry. When Lorelei was busy in the dressing room, I read it.

Gemma told me you’re coming tonight.

Yes, I am, I replied.

You don’t know how happy that makes me, Stacey. Thank you.

I wasn’t quite sure what to say after that. I didn’t feel that having a conversation through texting while I was shopping was the best thing to do right then.

You’re welcome, was all I sent.

The venue was buzzing with excitement when Lorelei and I arrived. Lines zig-zagged around the front and down the sidewalk. I felt the anxiety creep up on me until Lor poked me in the arm and gestured to a sign that read VIP TICKETS. I followed her to a much shorter line where we gave a bald man our tickets and were quickly greeted by a rush of cold air as we entered the venue.

“Look!” Lorelei exclaimed, pointing at a merchandise stand.

More lines had already formed in front of it, fans wanting to get their hands on official t-shirts, tote bags and other paraphernalia with Harry’s face or name - or both - on them. My expression softened as I looked at the lovely items for sale, pride rising in my throat.

“You want one?” I heard my friend ask in my ear.

I turned my head to look at her, then shook it.

“Okay,” she chuckled. “Do you want to find our seats or grab a drink?”

“Um...seats,” I muttered.

It wasn’t until I was following Lorelei down the steps and saw the stage in front of me, that I realized just how much of a nervous wreck I was. Lor showed our tickets to another man who stood in the aisle, and he gestured to his left. Passing him with a tight smile, I sat down in the seat next to my friend, noticing the sign in front that read RESERVED.

“Holy shit!” Lorelei exclaimed. “This is what I’m talking about!”

I looked at her as she gave an exhilarated laugh and tousled her hair.

“I feel special,” she giggled.

I couldn’t help the smile on my face at my friend’s excitement. I, however was trying my best to keep the bile down in my stomach.

“There you are,” I heard a voice sing behind me. I turned and saw Gemma walking down the steps towards me. “You made it!”

I stood and shrugged. “I’m here.”

“I‘m so glad,” she grinned before embracing me and giving me a kiss on each cheek. Then she did the same with Lorelei.

“How are you feeling?” she asked me for the second time that day.

“I’ll be honest, I think I might throw up.”

Her eyes widened, and I was a bit taken aback by her not laughing at me instead.

“Did you eat? They have food here.”

I smiled graciously. “Thanks, I’ll probably be okay. Just nerves.”

“Understandable,” she said kindly.

Something about being in Gemma’s presence calmed me. I’d noticed it at brunch, and in just two seconds since she’d arrived, she’d already made me feel a bit better.

Gemma took the aisle seat on the other side of me, gazing out at the crowd. I saw the corners of her mouth curl up slightly, and when I followed her eyes, I caught sight of a girl waving in our direction. Within seconds, she had her phone up, no doubt taking photos. Then another girl in the row behind her yelled something that, reading her lips, seemed to be “Oh my God, there’s Gemma!” The girl beside her, however, had her eyes fixed on me. I lowered my head, pretending to pick on the hem of my top when I heard Lorelei speak next to me.

“Are they taking pictures of you?”

Gemma, bless her heart, leaned forward to explain.

“So a quick heads up, alright? Harry’s fans recognize everybody to do with him. Best thing to do is give a small smile, a wave if you want to, but quickly look away and act like you’re in an important conversation or you’re headed for the loo. The acknowledgment makes them happy, but then they know their boundaries.”

“That’s brilliant, actually,” Lorelei commented.

“What if I don’t want to acknowledge them at all?” I inquired.

“That’s fine too,” said Gemma. “You don’t owe them anything. And if they see you’re busy, they might start to feel guilty for snapping photos.”

“Or think I’m a bitch,” I added with a frown.

Gemma laughed. “That happens too. Comes with the territory, I’m afraid.”

I looked down at my lap again and then up at the stage. I had a few questions I wanted to ask Gemma, but I was hesitant. Then I remembered how kind she was being to me so far, and I let one slip from my lips.

“I uh...haven’t looked online in a while. All of my social media is private. Do you...have you seen them say anything about me?”

“No,” she replied, her lips pursed. “Because I don’t look either.”

I smiled. I was about to ask another question when I saw another figure coming toward us out of the corner of my eye. When I looked up, she stopped on the stairs.

“Oh my God, you’re here!” she nearly squealed.

With a huge grin no one could have stopped, I rose from my seat to greet Glenne. She gave me a tight, warm hug as I inhaled her perfume. She smelled divine, and I wondered for a second if she’d just come from backstage.

“I’ve missed you, girl,” she murmured in my ear.

“Same here,” I sighed.

She pulled back and looked at me, and I could tell by her face that there were things she wanted to say. I smiled at her, knowing she would probably tell me later. Then I gestured to Lorelei and introduced her to Glenne. After she gave Gemma a hug, she offered us all drinks.

As I sipped on my gin and tonic, I felt it soothe my nerves just a bit. By the time the opening band took the stage, I was even feeling in a bit of a good mood. The drinks kept coming, as well as snacks, and by the time the lights came on again, I might have even had a glow about me. I’d forgotten how my adrenaline spiked at concerts. And being in the VIP section certainly added to the frenzy. I chatted casually with the other ladies as a variety of tunes played throughout the venue. When I heard the familiar intro, however, I froze in my chair.

“Oh my God,” I muttered.

“What? What is it?” asked Lorelei.

She was that kind of lady… Times were hard, woah...

I shut my eyes. “I can’t believe this.”

“What?” Glenne echoed, perplexed.

But she’ll leave you crying in the night…

“Is this Stevie?” I heard Gemma ask to my right.

I let out a slow breath. “Buckingham Nicks.”

“Ooh, that’s a rare one,” she mused.

“Stacey’s a really big Stevie Nicks fan,” Lorelei commented.

I opened my eyes then and let them pierce through hers.

“Oh!” she sounded, her mouth a perfect circle. “Oh my God, Stacey. I swear, I had nothing to do with this!”

I sucked in my lips as I could feel the emotions coming. A tiny tear leaked from my left eye, and I lifted my hand to wipe it.

“Sorry to sound indelicate,” Gemma leaned over to whisper in my ear. “But was this a special sort of song for you?”

I nodded. “Yeah. You could say that.”

She’s back in town… And she’s looking around…

“I’m so sorry, doll,” offered Lorelei.

“It’s…it’s okay,” I shook my head, wiping another tear and sniffling. Then I gave a tight smile. “I have a feeling this is going to be an emotional night.”

Each lady gave me a reassuring smile, and Glenne patted my arm and told me to let her know if I needed anything.

Before I could even fully reply, the lights went out and the entire venue erupted in screams as I rose from my seat. Lorelei grabbed my arm, and I suddenly felt like my stomach had risen to my chest and my knees went weak. The rush of adrenaline I’d experienced earlier returned, but in a different way. As the sound effects and glittering lights ended, I heard a loud drum intro and the curtain dropped. Harry’s band started playing one of his more up-tempo songs and the crowd went wild. Then he himself stepped out onto the center of the stage, his arms raised like the rock god he was. My heart thumped hard in my chest, and I squeezed Lorelei’s hand.

“Wow, doll, look at him!” she whispered in my ear.

I was looking. And he looked amazing.

He pranced across the stage like he owned it. He acknowledged his audience from all angles. And he sang his heart out. I was completely mesmerized and in awe. Watching him on James’s show or viewing live clips on my tiny computer did little to capture what he really was. There was no comparison to seeing him live. He was magnificent, and I’d never felt more proud.

After the third song, I returned to my seat, needing a breather. Harry paused his show to converse with someone in the audience, making a joke as his dimples displayed on the large screen. My stomach flipped like a nervous schoolgirl, and I was suddenly taken back in my mind to the day we’d met. His charm was undeniable, his adorable accent punctuating his quip.

Oh, Harry, I sighed to myself, my hand over my heart.

I felt a poke on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Glenne gesturing for me to follow her. Meeting her at the steps, she gave me a gentle smile.

“Let’s go to the ladies' room,” she said.

Just like at the Stevie concert, I hated to miss any part of Harry’s show. But I knew a restroom break was needed, and I needed to catch up with my friend. I followed her up the steps and around the corner to the bathroom. As soon as she knew we were alone, she took the stall next to mine.

“So tell me what’s been going on,” she said.

“Um...I’m assuming you mean with Harry and me?”

“Well, yeah. I didn’t wanna be nosy, but when he gave me your number and I texted you, I was kind of hoping you’d call me.”

“I’m sorry, Glenne,” I admitted. “I just...haven’t been ready to talk about it.”

“I understand,” she said after flushing.

I met her at the sinks. “How is he?”

She raised a brow at me in the mirror. “Truth? He’s a mess.”

I sighed. “Me too.”

I dried my hands with the air dryer and turned to her. “You know he got Lorelei to bring me here by tricking me.”

Glenne gave me a blank look. Then with a tiny smirk, she rolled her eyes.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you really mad about that?” she tilted her head.

“Well…” I considered, “I was. I don’t like being tricked. It seemed...very juvenile.”

“Maybe,” Glenne shrugged. “But aren’t you glad you’re here now?”

I let out a breath through my nose. “Yeah.”

“Do you wanna see him?”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I do.”

Glenne grinned at me, adding no more commentary. I envied her. She was really good at saying so much while saying so little.

My shoulders dropped as I let out another breath. Then with a tight jaw, I felt the emotions taking over again.

“Glenne,” I muttered, shaking my head. “I think I might’ve made a huge mistake.”

She stepped closer to me, brushing a curl from my shoulder and rubbing my back as she whispered softly.

“Maybe all is not lost.”

When Glenne and I returned to our section, I beamed with delight when I saw that Jeffrey had joined our group. He gave me a big, strong hug and told me he was very happy to see me.

“H will be too,” he added. “He’s really glad you’re here.”

Taking my seat again, I watched Harry as he revved up the crowd over and over. Feeling a little better, though my nerves were still apparent, I let the drinks keep coming, and during one of Harry’s sexier rock songs, I stood between Lorelei and Gemma as we swayed our hips and sang along.

When my favorite piano ballad started, however, I gripped the railing in front of me. I was reminded of my moment with Harry at Stevie’s concert when she sang “Landslide”, and he’d held me, allowing me to cry. I felt Lorelei’s hand on my back before I even noticed the first tear fall. While I appreciated her comfort, I knew I needed to release my emotions.

I sang the entire song with him, tears streaming down my face. The audience lifted their arms and hands, some with their phones, and swayed back and forth in tempo. When the song was over, and Harry walked from one end of the stage to the other and back, blowing kisses to the crowd, both Lor and Gemma wrapped their arms around me.

“Sorry,” I sniffled. “Told you it was gonna be emotional.”

“No worries, love,” cooed Gemma. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

I looked up at her, and though it was dark, I could sense a bit of redness in her eyes as well.

I watched the band gather together and take a bow, and as Harry sent more air kisses, I could have sworn we made eye contact. I bit my lip as I watched him leave the stage, my entire heart beating in my throat.

The next few minutes seemed to move quickly as I was figuratively (but almost literally) dragged downstairs and to the backstage area by Glenne, Lorelei and Gemma following. The hallway was bright, making me blink several times to adjust my eyes after sitting in the dark arena. I saw a handful of fans and other people, peppered throughout the hall with the same laminates as mine.

“Wait here,” said Glenne.

She only got a few steps down the hall when Jeff stopped her. I watched them talking, though I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Suddenly, Glenne turned and looked at me, and Jeffrey gestured for me to come to him. I looked between my friends, not quite understanding. When I walked up to Jeff, he gave me a gentle smile.

“He was going to come out and greet all of you,” he explained. “But he says he’d rather see you first. Alone.”

I raised my brows. “Oh.”

“Are you okay with that?” asked Jeff.

I nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

I looked back and noticed Glenne explaining the situation to the others before I followed Jeff down the hall to a closed door. Knocking on it twice, he announced himself before opening it. Then gesturing for me to enter, he patted my arm. I stepped inside cautiously, and just when I saw him, I heard the click of the door behind me.

“Stacey,” he said.

His voice was deep, the voice I loved so very much, though this time when he said my name, there was a bit of hesitation to it, almost like a question at the end.

“Hi, Harry,” I nodded, swallowing hard. “That was a wonderful performance, you’re so ama-”

In one long stride, he crossed the room to me. He pulled me into a tight embrace and I felt his breath in my hair as my cheek pressed against the side of his neck. The world seemed to freeze in that moment, and all I could hear was the sound of his heartbeat, his pulse vibrating in my ear. I then heard him sigh as his hands ran up and down my back.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

I blinked rapidly, determined to hold back any tears that might threaten to fall. Though I’d let myself be emotional during the concert, I still needed to keep my cool with him, as I was still so unsure.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

A few moments passed, his arms still enveloping me as we swayed gently. I couldn’t dare let go of him, for fear that he’d pat me on the shoulder and send me on my way like I was some old college friend.

“I still love you,” he confessed.

I could detect the break in his voice, and I lost it. The tears began to fall then, but I couldn’t bear to let him see. So I silently cried on his shoulder.

“Stacey…” he murmured, rubbing my back, one hand finding its way up to my hair.

“I love you, too,” I whispered in his ear. Then I stood up straight, releasing myself slowly from his grip as I looked up into his watery eyes. Those beautiful, green eyes that I would have easily drowned in if I’d let myself.

“I’ll probably always love you,” I added.

Just as I felt my bottom lip tremble, I shook my head and looked away.

“Baby…” I heard him say as I wiped my eyes.

“You’ve done so great, Harry,” I said, my face softening. “I’m really proud of you.”

He looked down at my hands and took them in his.

“I’m really sorry about everything,” he admitted. “It wasn’t fair to get Lorelei to lie for me just to get you here. But I really wanted to see you. And I didn’t know what else to do.”

I stared at our hands, his thumbs rubbing the backs of mine.

“Please come back to me, Stacey,” he begged. “Please tell me...it’s not over.”

Prying one of my hands from his, I lifted it to touch his cheek. His eyes closed softly as he covered my hand with his, holding it there. I saw a single tear fall from his eye and felt his jaw tighten underneath my palm.

“Please,” he croaked, his body seeming to shudder.

Though I was crying, I felt the dam break inside me. I knew that if I had taken a single step back, or to the left or right, I would have collapsed. I held onto his hand, squeezing it once before he opened his eyes.

“I think...we have a lot to talk about, Harry,” I stated.

“Yeah,” he swallowed. “Yes, of course. I um...I have all day free tomorrow. We can meet somewhere...and talk. Please.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

Harry’s chest seemed to deflate then, a loud breath escaping from his lips. With a gentle nod, he turned his head toward my hand that rested against his cheek and kissed it. His breath blew across my palm, and I felt a sudden warmth all over.

“Okay,” he echoed, pressing our joined hands against his chest. “God, I’ve missed you.”

He leaned his forehead against mine then, and for a second I thought he might kiss me.

“Baby…”

“I...Harry, I...we should probably...” I pointed towards the door.

“Oh...yeah.”

“I mean, your sister’s out there, and I’m sure Lorelei wants to say hi. Plus, I think I saw some fans.” I smiled at him. “You shouldn’t keep them waiting because of me.”

Harry let out a deep breath and took me in his arms again. “Oh, Stacey…”

If it were up to me, I could have stayed like that the rest of the night. Instead, I brushed his curls from his face and kissed his cheek.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” I promised.

Blinking slowly, he stood up straight and nodded. “‘kay.”

I opened the door for him, allowing him to step out into the hallway first. I watched him saunter down the hall to where Gemma and Lorelei stood, giving them both his dazzling smile and a warm hug. I stood back for a moment, wondering what would happen next - tomorrow, the day after that, and after that. I sighed, shoved my hands in my pockets and walked slowly down the hall to join them.

“Everything okay?” asked Glenne who caught up to me.

I gave her a tight smile and nod. “We’ll see.”

“You know, he made Jeffrey completely clear his schedule the next couple days. I assume that has something to do with you?”

I bit my lip. “I never stopped loving him, Glenne. I just want…”

“I know,” she nodded. “But he wants you.”

I continued watching Harry as he moved on to a cluster of fans, taking photos with them and making them happy. He was really good at that, making people happy. Even me.

I was wide awake. It was nearly three in the morning; Lorelei and I had gone to bed hours ago. But I couldn’t sleep. I got up to pee and get a drink of water, and when I returned, I saw my phone light up on the nightstand.

Are you awake?

Yes

Were you really awake, or did I just wake you?

I stifled a giggle. I was awake. Can’t sleep.

Me neither. I need to see you.

Now?

Please. Can you come to my hotel?

When I didn’t reply right away, I saw the three dots come up again.

I can’t wait until tomorrow. Please?

Okay.

After getting his hotel information, I told him I’d be there soon. I put the same jeans and green top back on that I wore to the concert since they were on top of my suitcase. Then I brushed my teeth again and applied some light makeup and touched up my hair. As I was slipping into my shoes, I saw a shadow move across the room, and Lorelei sat up on her elbow.

“You’re going to him?” she asked.

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry, Lor, I was gonna leave you a note.”

“No need. Just call or text if something goes wrong. But I know it won’t.”

I grinned, pushing my hair behind my ear. “Thanks, Lor.”

“Love you, doll.”

Closing the door gently behind me, I made my way to the elevator. When I turned the corner into the lobby, a man at the front desk waved at me.

“Ms. Barnett?” he asked.

“Yes?” I stopped.

“A car’s here for you.”

I looked at the glass doors and back at him.

“For me? Are you sure?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Confused, I pushed open the door and stepped out into the night. Sure enough, a black car was parked out front. Pulling my phone out of my purse, I saw the new text I’d missed from Harry.

No need to take a taxi. I’m sending a car.

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