#nick pls i’m broke

[mattscoquette]

i just fucking bought space camp too 😭😭 i stg if it’s new flavors

[emeraldgreenbeautiesstu]

written for this request : matt x hooters girl, i’m thinking the triplets are recurring customers that only come to see her because matt thinks she’s hot. (pls pls pls pls! make it smutty!)

warnings : dom!matt, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), oral (male receiving) degradation, public (kinda?) sex.

lowercase intended.

a/n : this is my first time writing smut so right now i'm just testing out the waters, thanks for the request! and as always, feedback is appreciated!

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y/n had been working at a hooters in la for about four months and it was definitely an interesting job. and it paid good. she tended to rack up the most tips out of all of her coworkers, being the hottest one. She had double d’s and a nice ass, as well as sunkissed skin, and caramel brown hair. she was used to old shriveled patrons hitting on her by now, but she wasn't used to younger people coming in as much. but recently, a group of three men had been coming in about once a week for about a month and a half now, and the change of scenery was a big step up from the wrinkly perverts who she typically served. she recognized the boys to be youtubers, the sturniolo triplets. y/n had never watched their videos, but she knew enough about them to know they post the videos in their car, and that 12 year old girls go crazy over them.

y/n was nearing the end of her shift with only two hours left, when the hot regulars walked in. she found them all attractive, but the quiet one was her favorite. she watched as they sat in her section as they always do, smiling to herself. y/n made her way to their table, swaying her hips and making her tits bounce slightly as she pulled out her notepad and pen. it was a tactic she used to get more tips. “hey yall, welcome to hooters! can i get yall something to drink?” her sweet southern accent rang out.

the one she recognized to be nick spoke up saying, “i'll have a dr. pepper, and they'll have pepsis.” he said, pointing to his brothers. y/n noticed the one she recognized as matt had moved his hand to his pants, readjusting as he tried not to look at her. she smiled, loving the effect she had on him. shed be lying if she said she didnt think about him fucking her.

“ sure honey, ill be right back with that.” she walked away, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush matts arm with her hip as she walked away.

time had past and the boys had gotten their food. y/n had passed their table, after teasing matt all night, brushing his hand as she gave him refills, hitting his shoulder when she laughed, etc. she soon noticed that matt had gotten up behind her. “im sorry did i forget something?” she said, turning around.

“something like that.” he grumbled, motioning for her to follow him as he walked past her. he led her to the back room, and pinned her against the wall, hands on either side of her head. “if you wanna act like a little slut all night, ill treat you like one.” he growled, not breaking eye contact. the breath hitched in y/ns throat, as she nodded. he broke away to lock the door. “knees.” matt said, sitting in a chair and manspreading, the bulge in his tight pants was extremely visible. she nodded, clenching her legs before getting on her knees, feeling matts gaze burning her skin. she unbuckled his belt, looking up to meet his eyes. she undid his pants and moved his boxers, his dick springing up to hit his stomach. he was big. “how bad do you want it sweetheart.” he inquired with his boston accent more prominent on the word 'sweetheart'.

“bad. so so bad.” y/n said, reaching for his aching member. she wrapped a hand around it, slowly pumping up and down his full length. matt got impatient. he grabbed her hair by the base of her ponytail, pushing her mouth onto his dick.

“you're such a slut y/n. working here with your tits on display? you know all the men here are starin, and you love it you whore. now you're blowing a costumer in the breakroom.” he growled, watching her pump up and down on his dick, his grip on her ponytail tight as he helped her bob. “s’pretty.”

he released into her mouth and she pulled off, starting to spit when matt said. “nup, good girls swallow it.” she did what she was told. she wanted to be a good girl. matt immediately pulled her up from the floor to a standing position, moving her to the wall once more. y/n stood dripping, when matt ripped her tiny shorts off, revealing no underwear. he smirked, seeing how soaked he was. “so wet already?”

“matt i need you.” she moaned out, taking matt by surprise. with no more words, he picked her up by her thighs and slammed into her, feeling her walls stretch. she yelped at the feeling, not even attempting to muffle her sounds as he aggressively thrusted in and out. after minutes of him absolutely rocking her shit, she moaned out “matt i- im gonna cum” the tension in her stomach having little to no give.

"you cum when i say you cum." he said, continuing to pound into her. he came again, pumping it into her. "dont wanna waste it now do we sweetheart?" he asked, realizing y/ns eyes were closed and her head was back. she responded with a weak 'mhm', he grabbed her chin with his thumb and index, pulling her face down to meet his. "answer me." he growled.

"no, we dont wanna waste it." she spat out. she came all over his dick, moaning as she couldnt hold it in any longer. they snapped out of their high when they heard a fist pounding on the door.

"whos in there!" the manager of the store shouted through the door.

shit.

a/n : tbh, probs could've done better but oh well! 🎀

[sturnmeovr]

Can you do an imagine where you and Matt get a dog? Pls & thank u!!

Puppy Love - Matt Sturniolo

Pairings - bf!Matt x gf!You Summary - After moving in together, Matt decides it time to become dog parents 🥰🐶 W/c - 989 Warnings - Just some fluff! Strong language! A/n - Thank you for requesting!! My requests are always open! Checks out my masterlist to see my most recent pieces!! Dividers are not mine, credits due to all original owners!

The summer air wisped through the sunroof of the car as you looked over at your boyfriend, smiling at him. The two of you were on the way to the local animal shelter to pick up your very own puppy together. Matt initially wanted to go through a breeder but you decided against it. Adopt, don’t shop, right?

It didn’t matter who you got your new puppy from, as long as he or she was healthy, you didn’t care and honestly Matt didn’t either. He just wanted to see you happy. After months of sharing cute posts of puppies on your social media accounts and squealing every time you seen a person walking their dog, he finally decided it was time to take the next step in your relationship. Co-parenting a dog together was the perfect idea, his only worry was his busy schedule. Since you moved in a couple months ago, he figured it’d be a lot easier on the both of you to take on the responsibility now rather than before like you wanted. You had been begging for the last couple months, so you were thrilled that your longtime boyfriend was finally caving, giving you what you wanted. 

Matt usually wasn’t the type to say ‘no’ to you but he was very logical at the same time, so when he initially said no, his heart broke a little bit. He loved spoiling you in any way he could, but he knew you guys weren’t ready to take on a big responsibility, such as a puppy, at that time. It took a lot of work - house training, behavioral training, socializing, and daily walks. Don’t forget how expensive it was. Matt loved to spoil the ones he loved, and he had no doubt you guys would spend an unruly amount of time, and money, in the pet stores as soon as the new addition was added to your family.

“I’m so excited,” you nearly shout. Ever since Matt surprised you with the plans earlier in the week, the anticipation had been building up inside of you. Your smile was still spread ear to ear, like it had been since you got in the car. 

“Calm down,” he laughs, “you’re gonna have a heart attack before we get there.”

“I can’t help it. My heart is pounding,” you exclaim, “feel,” taking his hand and placing it on your chest. Matt’s eyes bounce from you, to your chest, and back to the road. An amused look is plastered on his face as he raises his eyebrows in response. 

You can feel your heart in your stomach as you spot the animal shelter down the street. The enthusiasm boiling in your gut as he pulls in the parking lot. Matt clears his throat, “now, remember we already picked him out,” he tells you, pulling into an empty spot and putting his car in park. You smile at the thought of him knowing you so well. He knew damn well you’d spent all day at the animal shelter, leaving with more than one animal, probably crying at the fact you couldn’t bring them all home. He knew there was an 80% chance that would happen, so to avoid any tears, he made sure to contact the shelter beforehand. He set up an appointment by himself, picking out a male pup that wasn’t weaned from his mother yet. It gave just enough time to get everything ready for the new addition to the family, surprising you when he told you earlier this week. 

Nick and Chris still lived in the same house as you guys still and they were just as excited. They couldn’t wait to meet their new nephew. You sigh, “you’re sure I can’t go in to look?”

He playfully snaps his head towards you, “absolutely positive. One dog, that’s all we’re getting for right now baby,” he tells you while leaning over the center console to press a kiss to your nose. You whine and stick out your bottom lip. He pecks at it, “stay here. I’m gonna go get him,” before getting out of the car and disappearing to the building.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched the glass double doors Matt went through. A few minutes later he reappears, this time with a small pup cuddled into his chest. A whisper-like gasp falls from your lips as your eyes meet his and a big smile stretches across his lips as he makes his way to the car. 

You follow his movements, not being able to look away. Matt opens the car door, still smiling big as fuck. Your face contorts and the puppy takes over your whole body, “gimme, gimme!”

The sound of your voice makes the puppy raise his head and look at you. Matt raises his eyebrows, obviously surprised at the pups action, “looks like somebody already recognizes his momma’s voice, don’t you?” he coos before handing your first born child to you.

You carefully scoop your new baby boy into your arm, holding your breath the whole time like he was a real newborn baby. He looks up at you and whines, placing his paws on your chest, and bringing his face to yours. Your heart melts immediately as he attacks you with kisses, “you’re so cute. Yes, you are,” you pull out your baby voice, earning a chuckle from Matt.

Looking over at him, he has his phone out snapping pictures of the cute moment. “I’m literally gonna cry. He’s so fucking cute, Matt. What are we naming him?” you ask looking between your boyfriend and the puppy he gifted you. 

‘I like Barnaby,” he suggests, somewhat hoping you’d agree.

“Barnaby,” you repeat.” You look down at your pup, studying his face for a moment, “yea. Barnaby fits him,” before looking at Matt with the biggest smile, matching the one he’s been sporting since he walked out of the animal shelter.

[chang-bunnie-bini-bop]

Can you please do Stray kids Lee know and the 9th member female are in a secret relationship for a year and one of the members start to notice something is off pls

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝  𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 • l.mh 

✰ pairing - minho x 9th member!reader (fem)

✰ warnings - some neck kisses and then getting caught

✰ word count - 1k

✰ notes - happy new year’s eve everyone :3, and i’m so sorry i’ve been kinda inactive

✰ sypnosis: minho and y/n take their time after being caught by a tattletale…who then spills their secrets to everyone else.

masterlist | requests open!

“so…it’s been a year.” 

you and minho stand under the mistletoe, cups of cocoa in hand and smiling fondly at each other. it wasn’t often that minho let his walls down and the affection seep through, but it was a real treat when he did. 

too bad his members and staff were there. you would’ve kissed him senseless by now if it were just the two of you. 

however, a pair of eyes watch from behind, eagle eyeing. minho’s expression twitches into deadpan annoyance as he stares behind you.

jisung is there, eyes narrowed and expression suspicious as he stared at the two of you, his own festive mug in hand as he watched expectantly. “what’s going on in here?” 

minho groans, and you can feel his irritation from where you were standing. “sung, go away.” 

“why? i can’t talk to y/n?” he asks, doe-eyed and feigning innocence. 

“i know what you’re doing,” minho hissed. 

“and i’m watching you.” jisung hummed back, his eyes still in slits. you fought the urge to physically shove him out of the room. 

“and if i sense anything going on in here, i’m telling chan hyung,” jisung added, playfully grinning at minho. “you can’t hide this from us!”

you finally snapped, losing your patience. “jisung, for the love of god, if you don’t leave right now…”

minho paused as jisung stared at both of you, wide eyed and startled. “o-oh, so…so this is actually a thing, then. i was just teasing, but um…okay. bye!” he bolted. 

“thank god. i thought i’d have to grab him and throw him out.” minho grumbled. you rush to him, setting your mug down before enveloping him in a tight hug, before finally pressing your lips to his. 

chocolate powder mix and marshmallows. the taste you loved combined with the sweet, sultry taste of minho’s kiss. you couldn’t get enough, pressing more against him as his hand came to wrap around your waist. 

you threw your arms around his neck, and soon after you both broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours, leaving small pecks to your lips and carding through your hair. 

he was so soft like this. so vulnerable. 

you shivered, goosebumps rising up your arms as he turned his head it bury his face into your neck. “is that new? it smells so good,” minho’s voice came through, and you giggled gently as you felt him nose you, taking in the scent of your new perfume. 

“yeah, you like it?” you ask, earning a hum in response. 

minho was busy leaving kisses along your neck, trying his hardest not to nick it too hard in case someone sees it later, and you’re humming into his hair. 

a loud shriek of surprise echoes and your heart just about stops. minho flies back and turns his head sharply. 

jeongin, standing at the door with jisung, chan and seungmin. might as well count my blessings. 

jisung looked like a tattletale sibling, smirking and grinning, innie looked horrified, seungmin looked disgusted, and chan looked delighted. 

“oh, minho-yah…” chan grinned, and minho stood there, face bright red, stewing in his utter humiliation. 

“don’t.” minho groaned, covering his face and tilting his head back in embarrassment. “this is adorable~” chan laughed, and you felt your cheeks flame, like someone had turned up your internal thermostat. 

“why didn’t you tell us?” felix asked softly from the door; you didn’t even realize the other members had joined the first four at the door. 

“i—it didn’t seem that important!” minho sputtered, his cheeks still a scarlet tinge. “why are you all so nosy! jisung!” he hissed at the tattletale. 

everyone laughed, mainly delighted at the sight of the usually stoic member melting in embarrassment at being caught so vulnerable. 

“well, now that that’s over, teasing rights on minho hyung forever!” changbin cheered before racing off, squealing and jumping. 

“changbin!”

[collapsedglasshouses]

Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 1]

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Y/N has known Noah since he became her brother's best friend. Growing up with him and knowing everything about each other let to them also being close friends. But something changes between them when Y/N is moving in with them due to a water damage in her apartment and it all leads to Nick's 30th birthday party.

Warnings: NSFW 18+!, MDNI!, language, mention of marijuana, implied medication use, oral sex (female receiving), alcohol consumption, (feel free to let me know if i missed anything <3)

A/N: So this is the first work I every put onto tumblr and also the first work I every publish in English… Therefore: Pls have in mind that English isn’t my first language and I'm new to writing smut! If you have tips or tricks for me to improve my writing, pls feel free to message me! The idea was spooking around my head for a while. Be safe ppl and remember if you are under the age of 18, pls do not interact with my stuff since I’m really not comfortable with that (if i see it anyways i will block you). Now enjoy! <3

November 29, 2022 was the day everything changed…

12:34 PM; November 29, 2022

You woke up in the house where your brother and his friends lived. At the moment you kind of lived there due to water damage at your own apartment.

While the other roommates were momentarily out of the house, it was very empty and quiet around here. So it was no problem for you to get the spare bedroom. When you realised your brother was still sleeping, you tip toed down to the kitchen area where you found Jolly, Noah and Folio preparing a cake with candles.

"I think I've never seen you guys be so cute before." you mocked them while eying the cake. It was shaped like a guitar and coloured in black while being decorated with wonky red letters saying „Happy Birthday, Nick!“

You smiled to yourself before going around the kitchen counter and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge "So, when do we start tonight?" you ask your friends while sitting down on the kitchen counter.

"It depends on how long Jolly and Folio can distract Nick." Noah answers before walking towards you, stepping in between your legs and than grabbing a cup from the shelf above you while looking at you.

"What do you mean 'Jolly and Folio'? What about us?" you ask your brother's best friend while holding his gaze. It wasn’t unusual for you two to be close to each other since you had known Noah for ages considering his friendship with your brother Nick, but since you were living here something had changed. From sleeping in on the couch together while watching anime and waking up in each others arms to him telling you about song ideas that he didn’t tell anyone else about or those small touches you exchanged whenever no one was watching that seemed so innocent but still left you guessing.

When he finally broke your gaze and stepped back to pour himself a cup of coffee, you took a big sip out of your water bottle to drown out your thoughts before anyone noticed your nervousness.

"You two need to prepare the house while Folio and I go equipment shopping with your brother." Jolly explains before you hear a shuffling upstairs, causing you all to become quite and stare at the stairs while gathering around the cake which candles were quickly lit by Jolly. It didn’t take long before your brother wobbled down the stairs and came to a hold when he saw you four standing in front of his cake smiling.

"Happy Birthday, Nick!" you all shout in union while Nick rubbed his eyes and took a couple of tired steps towards you before blowing his candles. "What are you guys planning? You act like fucking robots." he mumbles while Folio cut the cake into small pieces.

"Can't we just be grateful that mom brought you into this world 30 years ago?" you said before hugging him tightly. "Jesus… You making me sound so old. But yeah… Definitely… Even though Folio looks like you stapled that smile onto his fucking face"

The guys quickly changed the subject to not cause any further suspicion before you ate breakfast together. It didn’t take long until the three boys took of, leaving Noah and you alone to decorated the house.

You talked about anything and everything, before you asked Noah to help him hang a "Happy Birthday" sign on the wall.

You were unsuccessfully trying to reach the height the sign was supposed to go on. Before you could argue you felt arms go around your waist and shortly after that you were being lift up. You felt your pulse rise and your eyes widened. "What the fuck are you doing, Noah?" you protested - "Helping you. Now do your job."

You muttered under your breath and tried to concentrate while Noah's arms were wrapped around you. You would lie if you said you didn’t like how close he was to you but at the same time you tried to push away the way it made you feel.

"You know, I actually can’t believe Nick's thirty already. It feels like time flies by so much faster since we formed the band." Noah almost whispered while you try to concentrate on the banner before you and not how soothing his voice sounded to you. "It feels like yesterday when Nick called us to pick him up from that girl’s house because her dad caught them making out." You slightly chuckle at the memory before you signaled Noah to let you down.

"It also feels like yesterday when you called me in the middle of the night because the exact same thing happened to you and you were too proud to call Nick because you made fun of him because of said story." you reminded him while turning around and looking up into his eyes. You would never get used to the fact how tall Noah was in comparison to you. It wasn’t like you were tiny but he still was more or less a head taller than you.

"It’s not like nothing like that never happened to you, Y/N Ruffilo." he noted in a teasing voice and you exactly knew which story he meant. "Noah, you promised we would never talk about that again." - "I promised to never tell your brother that you slept with that skater jerk Michael back at your senior prom and than almost getting pregnant from it."

You remembered it clear as day how Noah drove you to the pharmacy in the early morning hours to get a Plan B and how you cried about not wanting to be a teen mom and how he comforted you by saying he would be there for the child like it was his own.

You also clearly remember your dumb crush on that Michael guy. There was this boy in your and Noah's year that you had a huge crush on since eighth grade. Michael was a skater and in retrospective he definitely wasn’t a good guy, considering his first love were definitely joints but when Noah left school at 15 to pursue his music career there was no one who stopped you from your stupid little crush, considering the fact you didn’t tell your brother because he would have hunted Michael down.

"You know I would kill you if you would even think about telling Nick." you threatened your friend and pointed a finger to his chest. Noah smirked while looking down at your hand, before grabbing the tape from your other hand and leaning to your ear. "As if you could do anything against me."

Shivers went down your spine and your heart began to beat faster while Noah left you standing there in the middle of the living room to go on with decorating. If that wasn’t enough he looked back at you and said "But at least you didn’t lose your virginity to that jerk."

You felt your cheeks burn while thinking about what he was implying. You and Noah being the same age and having such a close friendship at a phase in your live that was purely controlled by hormones, it wasn’t far off that you did in fact lose your virginity to your brother’s best friend. But you both swore that not a soul in the world would ever find out about that and managed to keep it this way to this day.

You tried to push the thoughts of the past away by biting the inside of your cheek. You didn't know what to do. Slowly but surely he was driving you insane and you didn’t even know if he was doing on purpose.

This was the moment you decided that it was best for your own good to try to avoid Noah's presence at the upcoming party. You didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship with him and therefore ruining the bond your brother had with him since ages.

11:19 PM; November 29 2022

Hours later you found yourself on the couch in the corner of the living room while the party for you brother was at its peak. You didn’t really know how many drinks you consumed, considering the fact that you took at least four shots with your brother, but you definitely started to feel the alcohol in your system while you listened to a story Bryan told you about the last tour.

You couldn’t help but think about what happened early. Noah seemingly consumed your mind. You could only think about his hands around your waist or how comfortable you two slipped into this weird situation in your friendship. When you were younger you often cuddled or were close but it all seemed so different lately and you couldn’t wrap your head around why it suddenly felt so different for you. You feared that you were imagining that change.

"I'm sorry, Bryan, but I'm not doing so well." You quickly excused yourself while standing up and making your way upstairs. You didn’t know what had gotten into you but you knew that you needed to clear your head.

You entered the upstairs bathroom, leaving the door open since no one was on this floor and looked at your self through the small mirror. Your cheeks were flushed because of the alcohol you consumed and your eyes were slightly red.

You bent down and splashed a few drops of water in your face when you suddenly heard a voice behind you. "Are you okay?" Noah asked with furrowed eyebrows while placing a hand on your back, instantly sending a wave of chills down your spine.

"Yeah, yeah… Uh… I'm fine just a bit tipsy" you mumbled, drying your face with a towel before turning to face your friend.

Without even realising it you let your gaze wander and looked at Noah more closely. He wore a black turtleneck and black cargo pants, if you didn’t knew better you would say he was about to go on stage. In comparison to him you seemingly looked naked. Only dressed in a lacey black crop top and a skirt that was to short for your own good. But you were at your brother's, one of the places you felt save with wearing anything and everything.

Suddenly he raised his hand and put a strand of her behind your ear. "Do you maybe wanna watch a movie or something? You seem nervous."

You slightly look up to meet his eyes. The eyes of one of your best friends. The eyes of the boy who knew everything about you except your confusing feelings towards him. You took a deep breath and noticed his eyebrows rose for a second, before you nodded. As confused as you were, Noah was still Noah and knew exactly what he needed to do to calm your nerves. So you decided to sneak away from the party and not even an hour later you found yourself showered and in pyjamas sitting in his bed while searching for something to watch while he got ready for your sleepover.

You could still hear the music blast from outside of his room when he came back wearing sweatpants and a worn out band shirt.

"You know what you wanna watch?" Noah asks you while making himself comfortable next to you.

"You will laugh at me." - "Spirited Away?" Bullseye. Over the years Spirited Away became your comfort movie. You remember it clear as day when you first watched the movie with your brother when you were around ten. So when Noah started playing the movie all the memories you had while watching it filled your body and for a second you forgot about the weird things you've been thinking all day while snuggling into Noah's side like you always used to.

"Do you wanna tell me what has gotten into your mind?" he asked carefully when you were halfway through the movie and your heart automatically started to beat faster while you turned to look at each other.

You thought about a way to get out of this situation. You couldn’t just tell him that you had been thinking about it all day how his hands felt on your body. That would have been stupid considering the fact that you were sure you were imagining that whole atmosphere so you decided to just shake your head and look him in the eyes. Your cheeks started to feel warm and him than brushing a strand of hair behind your ear while signaling you to come closer to him didn't exactly help. You obeyed him, knowing full well he didn’t believe you, and slid closer to him until your head found its place in the crook of his neck while his arms slung around you. One around your back and the other one, to your surprise, slightly under your shirt.

"You know you can tell me everything." he said, his voice becoming a bit deeper and raspier while he started drawing circles on the exposed part of your skin. You had a feeling that you would catch fire any moment. You felt like you didn’t have any control over your body anymore. So much to your own surprise you lifted your head slightly and before you knew you placed a couple of soft kisses on this neck before stopping in your tracks and panicking. He had stopped doodling circles on your skin. Instead now he had grabbed your waist a little harsher than normal and let out a sound you last heard when you two were seventeen, a bit too drunk for you own good and definitely more naked than now.

You paused in your actions and waited for his reaction, trying to guess if you officially ruined your longterm friendship for the sake of your own amusement, but than he whispered in your ear "Why did you stop?"

Before you could think Noah turned on his back, pulling you with him so now you were sitting directly on his crotch and could feel him growing harder.

"Do you even realise what you do to me?" he almost moaned in your ear causing you to lose the last bit of clarity in your head and you kiss his neck again, more firmly than you did before.

He let out that noise again that send heavy shivers down your spine and before you could even process what was happening you grinded your hips against his. A wave of pleasure hit you when Noah began to fiddle with your shirt, silently demanding you to take it off, while slightly buckling his hips upwards. So you sat up on him and did as he demanded.

You never thought that you would every be in the position again that Noah Sebastian was looking at you like that. Pupils dilated and that look on his face that made you want to rip of his clothes.

With easiness he turned you two around so he was on top of you and took his turtleneck off, displaying all his tattoos to you that always made you weak and started kissing down your neck, than along your collarbone and eventually landed between your breasts.

"You are so fucking beautiful" he whispers against your skin causing you to moan quietly. "Fuck… Noah." You stutter while he slowly takes one of your nipples into his mouth while massaging the other with one hand. Your hands quickly found their way into his dark hair and when you pulled on it slightly he moaned against your skin.

"N-Noah.." you mumble causing him to look at you "I-…" - "Take your time, Y/N."

You took a deep breath while he stroked your skin around your waist "I need you to touch me"

Never in a million years you thought that you would say those words ever again to Noah but in this moment you needed nothing more than to feel him closer to you.

You again thought for a moment that you overstep an unspoken line because Noah stared at you for a second to long. In the exact moment you wanted to say something again he began kissing down your belly and stopped at the waistband of your panties, looking at you, searching for any kind of regret in your face but the only thing you could think about was his mouth where you needed it the most. So you buckled your hips up a little, signaling him to go on which he did with anticipation.

Noah slowly let the last bit of clothing on you slip down your legs before spreading them with his hands.

Before you could even say anything you felt his tongue against your clit and arched your back. Immediately your hands found their way back into his hair and you pulled on it, causing him to moan against your core while you nearly lost your mind.

You nearly began to sob when you felt two of his long fingers push inside of you and curve upwards. You begged that nobody would hear you scream those profanities while Noah ate you out like it was his last meal on this earth. Wet noises filled the steamy air in his room while the end credits of Spirited Away rolled in the background. You began to shake.

"Noah… I'm gonna… Noah… fuck" you cried out while trying to get a hold of yourself. You never felt this kind of way. And the fact that it was Noah making you feel that way made it even better to you.

You were a moaning mess when you came undone, grabbing Noah's hair so hard you feared you would hurt him but hearing him groan against you instead made you cum even harder.

"Oh fuck… baby… look at you… cumming so hard you can’t even contain yourself." Your body shaked as you started to come down from your high, still jerking towards Noah while he slowly kissed his way up to your face.

Your first clear thought started to form in your head when Noah was right above you looking into your eyes.

"Holy shit." - "You call it." - "Fuck." He nodded looking as surprised as you did in that moment.

You looked into his brown eyes that never left your face while he admired you. You didn’t know what to say so you did the only thing that came to your mind and grabbed his face before kissing him with force.

Noah sighed into your mouth while you could taste yourself on his mouth.

You knew that nothing would be the same after this but you both also knew now wasn’t the time to talk about.

So when you left Noah's arms and than his room around two hours later, when the house got quiet, with messed up hair and lips still slightly pink, you knew this would definitely have consequences…

READ PART 2 HERE

[bunnysnuff]

Laughter.

Pairing: everyone x reader.

Trigger warnings: heartbreak, mentions of cheating.

Idk what tags to put so pls help.🤍

Request.

You hadn’t expected the heartbreak waiting for you just before you left your partner’s place—an image that now burned in your mind. Catching them in the arms of someone else, laughing as if your heart wasn’t breaking, was almost too much to bear.

Your legs carried you home faster than you could think, eyes blurry with tears, unaware of the party Charlie was throwing until you pushed open the door. Music blasted, people were laughing, and the house was full of Charlie’s friends, but you barely registered any of it.

Charlie, who was in the middle of laughing with his friends, noticed you immediately. The smile fell from his face as soon as he saw your tear-streaked eyes, and suddenly the noise of the party faded as everyone else followed his gaze.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Charlie asked, rushing over to you.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The sobs that had been building up since you left your ex’s place finally broke free. Your body trembled as you tried to explain, your voice cracking with the weight of it all. “They… they cheated on me, Charlie.”

A wave of murmurs rippled through the group, your brother’s friends exchanging concerned looks. Before you could say more, you felt arms wrapping around you, pulling you into a tight hug. It was Tori, her face twisted with anger and protectiveness.

“I’ll kill them,” she muttered, already starting to stand.

Darcy was next to her, fists clenched. “They don’t deserve you. Let me at them.”

Before things could escalate, Nick stepped in, placing a firm hand on both Tori and Darcy’s shoulders. “No, no, not like this. Let’s just focus on her right now.”

Charlie’s hands rested gently on your shoulders, his voice calm but filled with worry. “Come on, let’s go sit down, okay? We’re going to get you through this.”

One by one, his friends circled around you, their voices soft with reassurance, offering everything from tissues to snacks, trying to comfort you however they could. You were surrounded by warmth and support, and though the ache in your chest was still raw, the way they rallied around you made you feel a little less alone.

As you sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that one of Charlie’s friends had draped over your shoulders, the chaos of the party started to melt away. You sniffled, trying to control the sobs that still came in waves, but everyone around you was doing their best to keep you distracted and comforted.

Tori, still glaring at the door like she was seconds away from storming out to hunt down your ex, was muttering under her breath. “I swear, if I ever see them again—”

Nick cut her off. “Tori, violence isn’t the answer.”

Darcy chimed in with a mischievous grin, “But it’s a pretty good suggestion.”

Charlie, trying to lighten the mood, handed you a cup of water and said, “Here, drink this. Hydration helps… with heartbreak, I think.”

Just as you took the cup, one of Charlie’s friends—who had been sitting on the arm of the couch the whole time, trying to stay out of the way—shifted slightly, losing his balance. Before anyone could react, he toppled over, landing right in your lap with a dramatic flail of limbs.

There was a brief, stunned silence before he sat up, his face bright red as he stammered, “I—I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—"

You blinked in surprise, the tension of the night broken by the absurdity of the situation. Then, without warning, a laugh bubbled up from your chest, completely out of your control. It was the first time you’d laughed since everything had happened, and it felt oddly good.

Charlie burst out laughing too, his shoulders shaking as he pointed at his friend. “Smooth move, man.”

Tori and Darcy, still fuming a little, couldn’t help but chuckle, and soon the whole room was filled with laughter. Even though your heart still hurt, for a moment, you were able to forget about the pain.

“See?” Charlie said with a grin, ruffling your hair. “Laughter helps, too.”

[melaniesturniolo]

🤍Scars🤍

Chris x fem!reader

🤍warnings🤍: sh, angst, comfort, slight mention of scars, anxiety, crying, use of y/n.

🤍summary🤍: Chris found you in the middle of an sh episode

!reader

Chris

Matt

Nick

🤍a/n🤍: This one took a while to write… it’s one of my first so don’t judge me too hard pls! 

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The past week had been hell for you, you couldn’t focus on anything… you were on edge all the time, your knees shaking, on the verge of a breakdown, you just wanted to cry… 

You entered the bathroom, desperate for a solution… so, you did what you always did; you reached into the cabinet and pulled out a razor, attempting to separate the pieces until it finally broke. Then you did it, you made inumerous individual slices down your arm, until you were too tired, and just sat down, on the floor, staring into the abyss.

*incoming call from Chrizz💕”

You stare blankly at your phone, thinking about how he would be worried if he heard your shaky voice… and you really didn’t want that. So you just let it ring out, hoping he wouldn’t think anything of it.

*new notification”

*new notification*

*new notification*

*new notification*

*new notification*

*new notification*

*new notification*

Chris’s POV

She’s not answering my texts, or calls. And I know she’s been struggling, and I’ve really tried to talk to her about it but I haven’t been able to… I’m really worried about her.

I run down the stairs to the kitchen where I find Matt and Nick on their phones…

 Nick looks up to me seeing my worried expression;

“You good, Chris?”

“Uhm, yeah I just needed help with something…”

“What’s up?” Matt replied, putting his phone down

 I sat down 

“So like, y/n hasn’t been answering my calls and texts, and i know somethings wrong, but she tries to cover it up… I don’t know what to do” I said, burring my face in my hands

“Yeah I did kind of notice something off with her recently…” Nick said, growing concerned  aswell

“Maybe you should go to her house and try to talk to her” Matt said, standing up from his spot

“Would you drive me?”

“Of course”

Matt and I quickly got our stuff and got out of the house, heading to the car.

 The car ride was intense, to say the least… but we made it there. I headed to her door as Matt waited for me in the car.

Y/N’s POV

You heard three loud knocks on the door, already knowing who it was, but you didn’t have the energy to get up, you were too exhausted to go downstairs to answer the door…. so you just sat there, in a pool of your own blood.

Chris’s POV

I knocked again, this time louder, maybe she was sleeping? Eventually I just got my spare key, and barged in, I needed to see if she was okay… 

 When I walked in, everything looked normal

“y/n?” I called, but no one answered, so I ran upstairs and into her bedroom, but there was no one there… 

 That’s when I saw light coming from the bathroom door.

Y/N’s POV

Chris was in your house, he had called your name, but you couldn’t yell in that moment

 Then the bathroom door quickly opened, and there was Chris. 

He let out a shaky breath 

“Oh my god, y/n”

He got on the floor with you, tears flooding his eyes, you could barely even open your eyes, you had been crying for so long

“Y/n can you hear me?” His voice was shaky now.

“I’m sorry” you said in a shaky voice 

“It’s okay, y/n, I’m right here to help you okay?”

You nodded

“Can I pick you up?”

“Yeah” you said, tiredly, so he held you in his arms, and transported you to the kitchen, your head resting on his shoulder; you sat down on a chair. He then grabbed his phone, and called Matt.

Chris’s POV:

I quickly called Matt, I didn’t know what to do, I felt so, so bad for her… I should have guessed this was going on. But right now, she needed me to be there.

 Matt immediately picked up the phone

“Hey, is she okay??” He said, as soon as I answered

“She isn’t Matt, I might need your help, she hurt herself really badly…” I replied, my voice cracking 

“Wait what? Like she hurt herself?”

“Yeah, it’s really bad”

“Shit, okay I’m coming”

He hung up

Y/N’s POV

Chris called Matt, you were pretty sure he was asking him for help, but you couldn’t really tell, you were stuck in a never ending mental spiral, he shouldn’t have found out, he would probably never talk to you again after this, he’d probably think your crazy and avoid you… 

 He hung up the phone, bringing his energy back to you.

“Hey” Chris said, snapping you out of your ‘transe’, when the door opened, Matts figure emerging from the front door, and gasping at the sight, letting out a shaky breath

“Y/n, Jesus” Matt said, running up to you and hugging you, being careful not to hurt you, then pulling out a chair, for Chris to sit on, he had a wet cloth in his hands

“Can I have your arm?” He asked

 You just lifted your arm on the table, and he placed the warm cloth on your arm, making you gasp slightly. He held the cloth on your arm for a while.

 “Do you have a first aid kit?”

“Yeah of course, it’s under the sink” your voice was still iffy

“I’ll grab it” 

“Thanks Matt”

Chris pulled out a couple packs of alcohol wipes, ripping one open

“Y/n, this might hurt a little, okay?”

“Yeah, okay…”

He gently wiped your wrist with the wipe, making you flinch from time to time. He then got a pack of bandage wrap, carefully wrapping your wrist.

“All done”

“Thanks Chris”

“Hey, no problem… come here” he said, hugging you in a comforting way 

“I was thinking, and I thought maybe you could spend a few days over at our house… I’m really worried about you, and I just don’t want you to be alone right now”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks Chris”

“Of course… now get some rest, you need it” he said, leading you to the couch, were you both sat down, you dug your head into the crook of his neck, and he placed his arm around your shoulder, drawing circles on your arm to calm you down…

[soshiharin]

crash

summary: in which harin is in an accident

set: 21 jan, 2013

word count: 3.7k

warnings: mention of blood, food, car accident, surgery, panic attack, broken bones. pls let me know if i missed any

an: i’ve never broke a bone so all of my information is from google. words in bold are english. send an ask or dm to be added to the taglist. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

harin’s masterlist

Harin walked out of the building with her two managers. She had just finished a photoshoot and was finally on her way home after spending the whole day there.

“I’m hungry,” she groaned as they walked on the pavement, feeling a slight chill due to the shorts and baggy shirt she was wearing in the winter weather. “All I had to eat today was salad and water.”

“We can stop at a barbecue place on our way back to your dorm,” one of her managers, Mija, suggested.

“I’d like that.” Harin dug around in her handbag for her phone before Siwan, her other manager, took the bag from her. She gasped softly as she saw the time read 02:13. “Since it’s late, how about we go to a drive-through?” She asked. “Because then you’ll go home earlier.”

Mija nodded. “We can do that.”

The three continued walking as Harin replied to any messages she received whilst she was working.

“Where did we park the car again?” Siwan asked when they had been walking for a block.

Harin looked up ahead of her. “We had to park three blocks away because everybody else had taken up all of the closer parking spots,” she said, slowing down in walking so she could put her phone back in her bag. Siwan nodded as he remembered.

They walked the two remaining blocks, talking about Harin’s upcoming schedules as they did. When they reached the end of the third block, they had to walk across the zebra crossing to get to their car, as it was on the other side of the road. They stood in a single file line — Siwan, then Harin, then Mija — as they waited for the traffic light to turn red. They had to wait another five seconds for the last of the cars to go, leaving behind a silver Volkswagen Polo in the first lane away from them.

As they began walking across the crossing, they heard the vroom of a truck. The truck was going at a fast speed, probably 120km/h, as it came from far behind. The driver must have realised that they were in the same lane as the Polo and that the red light wasn’t going to change any time soon, because they tried to brake and slow down, but they were too close. To avoid hitting the Polo, the driver swerved the truck to the left just in the nick of time.

Harin squinted her eyes as the glare of the truck’s headlights hit her vision. There’s no way I’m about to get hit by a car, she thought. She hopped forward to get out of the truck’s way, but was hit when the truck swerved to the right to straighten out. The impact of the hit sent her flying forward until she hit the ground. She yelped at the sudden movement as Siwan turned around to see her on the floor with a pool of blood around her body.

“Oh my gosh!” He exclaimed, going to her as the truck drove away.

The driver of the Polo rolled down his window. “I’ll go after them!” He shouted before driving after the truck.

“There’s glass on the floor,” Harin noted with a groan, seeing her legs littered in tiny cuts from shards of glass.

“Yeah, you… You bro– You broke the headlight,” Siwan said, swiftly touching Harin’s legs as if they were scorching hot and were going to burn him.

Mija walked to Harin and knelt down. Taking off her jersey, she put it by Harin’s face, using it to absorb all of the blood that was dropping out of her nose due to her hitting her head on the ground. “Siwan-ah, call the cops,” she instructed.

“What?” Siwan asked, in a daze.

“Take your phone out and call the cops right now!”

Siwan scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket. He hyperventilated as he unlocked it. “Yah! How do I call the cops?”

“Dial 112!” Mija yelled, trying to stop Harin from moving her head.

“We don’t need to call the cops, let’s just go home,” Harin said, widening her eyes to help with her growing headache. She moved her head around to stave off her nausea.

“What do you mean ‘go home?’ You just got hit by a car,” Mija argued as Siwan panickedly explained what was happening to the operator on the phone.

“No, no. I feel fine.” She moved to stand up, but was stopped by Siwan’s yelling.

“Harin, sit down right now!” He pointed at the ground before returning to his phone call.

Harin sighed. “Can I at least get out of the road?”

Mija and Siwan shared a look before helping Harin up and carrying her out of the road. They tried to make her sit down on the pavement, but she pulled out of their hold and began poking her legs.

“What are you doing?” Mija asked as Siwan wrapped up his call.

Harin kept poking her leg as she answered, taking in deep, shallow breaths, “I’m trying to return feeling to my legs.”

“You can’t feel your legs?” Siwan squeaked out.

“No, but I can do this.” She began marching in place. “I can even do this.” She jumped to prove her point.

“Harin, sit down,” Mija instructed, tugging on Harin’s hand as she placed the jersey back on the idol’s face.

“I feel fine.”

Siwan tapped his thigh. “You can’t feel your legs.”

“Harin, you are a medical student,” Mija said, “why are you being so irresponsible?”

“Because I’m fi–”

Harin was interrupted by the aggressive opening of a door. The owner of the restaurant that they were sitting in front of had come out with a chair. She looked at Harin sternly.

“Sit down,” she told Harin, placing the chair to the side of the door.

Harin stared at her in shock, beginning to huff so she could get air into her lungs. “I’m s–”

“Sit. You’re in shock.”

Harin moved to sit down, making sure to keep Mija’s hand supporting the jersey. “I’m not in shock,” she said when the lady went back into her restaurant. The lady returned later with two ice packs, one was placed on Harin’s left leg — the one that got hit — and the other was placed on right arm — the one that caught her body.

“Why aren’t they here yet? It’s been fifteen minutes!” Siwan exclaimed, beginning to hyperventilate.

“It hasn’t been that long,” Mija refuted. “I need you to stop panicking because I can’t watch Harin if you’re losing your mind.

“I feel so nauseous,” Harin whined, feeling her head droop.

Mija rushed to catch her head. “Hey, hey, hey. I need you to stay awake.”

“I’m not falling asleep.”

“She’s in shock,” the restaurant owner told Mija. “My grandson is studying medicine and I help him study a lot. She’s showing symptoms of shock: nausea, loss of consciousness, shallow breathing, possible lightheadedness… The doctors just need to tell you what type of shock she’s experiencing.”

At that moment, they began to hear the distant wailing of the police siren. Siwan cheered softly in excitement and Mija sighed in relief. Harin, however, began to fight to keep her eyes open as her breath came out in short puffs. Her head fell backward against the wall as she kept fluttering her eyes.

The restaurant owner began to tug at Harin’s hair to keep her from falling asleep, tsking as she noticed Harin’s lips taking on a blue colour. Within five minutes, an ambulance, a fire truck and a cop car arrived where the group of people were. At that point, Harin had her eyes closed, but was still responsive to the question Mija and Siwan asked her.

A police officer exited the car, walking up to the group of people. “Okay, we need a medic,” he called over his shoulder as two EMT’s exited the ambulance. “Hi, I’m Choi E–”

“No o’ense, but no’ody really cawes what your nay is right now,” Harin slurred, not having the energy to focus on pronouncing all of her words properly.

One of the EMT’s walked up to the group. He pulled out a flashlight and began checking Harin’s pupils and heart rate.

“She’s in shock,” the restaurant owner told him.

Harin hummed in agreement. “You should ‘isten to her. She’s right.”

The EMT pressed down softly on Harin’s stomach, noticing how airy it felt. “Backboard!” He shouted. A backboard was soon brought for Harin, firefighters and EMTs helping put her on before lifting it and placing her on a stretcher. Harin pushed one of the firefighters out of the way, leaned her head over the edge of the stretcher, and coughed up blood. Siwan stepped forward to hold back Harin’s hair as she continued coughing.

“Can you tell me your name?” The main EMT asked as they wheeled her to the ambulance.

“J–Jang Ha’in,” she weakly answered, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her as she was made to lie down again.

“Age?”

“Um… 25… Ko’ean age,” she breathed out. “It’s my b–birthday in Novem...”

“Okay, that’s good, that’s good,” he commented. “Gonna put her in in three, two, one,” he counted down before the stretcher was lifted into the ambulance.

Harin fluttered her eyes open, seeing Mija in the back of the police car. “What’s she doing there?” She weakly asked. “She didn’t do anything.”

“She’s testifying,” Siwan told her. “The cops asked what happened and she went to give them a statement. Don’t you remember?”

“No.”

With Harin in the ambulance, she was given a bag valve mask to help with her breathing, hooked her up to an IV drip to help combat her shock and an ECG monitor so the EMTs could monitor her heart rate. Siwan got in the front with one of the EMTs.

“Don’t worry, agassi,” the EMT comforted her as the car started, “you’ll be okay.”

What Harin wanted to say was ‘Well, I have to be okay because I have a performance tomorrow’, but all that came out was a grunt of acknowledgement. Throughout the ride, she was in and out of consciousness.

When Harin arrived at the hospital, she was immediately taken to an emergency room. Since she had lost a lot of blood, she was given a blood transfusion. By the time she was halfway through her first packet of blood, she was more alert and aware of her surroundings. Siwan was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, tapping his foot nervously.

Harin was told that she was experiencing hemorrhagic shock and that the police had caught the person that hit her. She was also told that she might have a broken leg and fractured arm so she had to get X-rays. After doing her X-rays — and changing into a hospital gown —, she returned to her private room.

“I have to call the company.” Siwan suddenly remembered.

“Can you pass my phone?” She asked, pointing at her bag that was at his feet. She nodded in thanks when he gave her her phone. “It’s 4 o’clock? Wow,” she muttered as she opened her contacts. Thinking for a moment on who to call, she pressed on one of the contacts as Siwan left the room.

“Hey!” Yuri greeted when she picked up the phone, voice still groggy as she had just woken up.

To Harin’s shock and surprise, she burst into tears the second she heard her member’s voice. “Yuri,” she wailed, causing the slightly younger girl to be on alarm.

“What’s wrong?” Yuri asked, a sense of urgency to her voice.

Harin hiccupped, wiping her tears and being mindful of her nose. “I got hit by a car and I’m in the hospital.”

“What?” Yuri exclaimed. Harin heard shuffling on the other side of the phone, followed by Yuri speaking softly, “Taeyeon-ah, wake up.” She returned the phone to her side. “Are you okay?”

Harin shook her head, even though she knew her member couldn’t see her. “Everything hurts and I’m hungry! Can you please come?” She asked through her sob, not even knowing if what she was saying was inteligible.

Yuri asked her what hospital she was in and she answered. She listened as her member woke up everyone and told them what was going on. Yuri kept her on the phone as they got into taxis to get to her, trying her best to calm Harin down.

By the time Yuri said that they had arrived at the hospital, Siwan had had to go to the company to tell them what happened in detail and Harin had managed to calm herself down. Her door opened rapidly, revealing her nine members.

“Unnie!” Yoona exclaimed as they all rushed to their member.

Harin reached out to the member closest to her — which was Sunny — and held her hand. “Get me out of here,” she pleaded her members.

Their eyes widened when they took in Harin’s state. They had never seen her so frazzled, always managing to somehow keep her cool. But as she held onto Sunny and begged them to let her go, they saw a new side to her.

“Just wait a bit,” Sunny comforted, squeezing Harin’s hand.

The door opened again, Harin’s doctor walking back into the room with a few nurses. He bowed to the members as he approached Harin. “Sorry for the delay, there are many urgent cases today,” he apologised, not waiting for Harin to respond before continuing. He flipped the tablet in his hand around, showing the X-ray to her. “As you can see, you have a dislocated fracture on your femur, and a displaced fracture on the tibia. We have managed to obtain an operating room for you, so we should get going now,” he said, tucking the tablet under his arm.

The nurses quickly got to wheeling her out. She was taken to an operating room so they could perform surgery on her. She had rods placed in her left leg to hold her bones in place so they would heal correctly. After her surgery, a plaster cast was applied on her leg. By the time she was wheeled back to her room, Siwan had returned from the company. She was still unconscious because of the anaesthesia, so her members just watched her in silence. After a few minutes, her eyes began to flutter open.

“She’s awake,” Tiffany whispered, getting the members’ attention as they all — including Siwan — crowded around Harin’s bed.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as Harin groaned.

“I’m so bloody hungry.”

“Should we get you a burger?”

“Yes.”

Jessica shifted her eyes around. “By the way, aren’t we supposed to tell the doctor that she’s awake?” She pressed the button to call the doctor.

“Move over,” Yuri told Harin, softly nudging her shoulder.

Harin stared at her blankly. “What the fuck are you on about?” She muttered.

“Remember when we were trainees and I got sick so you took me to the hospital and then made me scoot over on the bed? This is payback.”

“I made you scoot over because A) you vomited on me. And B) we weren’t in a private room, so there wasn’t anywhere for me to sit. But there’s a couch on my right, so go sit there.”

“Besides, she isn’t allowed to move her leg,” Jessica reminded her member as she pointed at the cast that was put on Harin’s entire left leg, “her cast isn’t finished drying.”

Harin looked down at her leg and saw that it was elevated, resting on a metal tray so as to not get anything stuck on the plaster as it dried. She wiggled her toes, trying to see if they were numb — they weren’t. She reached her hand up to her face, noticing that there was a plaster on her nose. Everybody turned to the door when it opened, revealing her doctor, being followed by two nurses.

“Ah, you’re awake,” her doctor said (and she felt a bit guilty that she didn’t know his name). “The surgery went well and we aligned your bones–” he showed her the X-ray that was taken after her surgery– “and we applied your cast already. It will only finish drying tomorrow, so you’ll have to stay overnight. Thankfully, your arm wasn’t badly injured, so all you needed was a sling for it and your nose was minorly bruised, so we just placed a plaster there to prevent you from touching it.”

“How long will it take for her to fully heal?” Taeyeon asked, voicing the question on everyone’s minds.

The doctor, Janghyeok, exhaled sharply. “It’s not clear. If Harin-ssi follows all of the instructions and regularly goes to the hospital, she should be healed within six months. But there could be unforeseen accidents that could elongate that time period, such as putting too much pressure on the injured leg before it is ready to support that weight or rushing to use her injured arm. But the minimum amount of time it will take is six months.”

Taeyeon nodded, registering what Janghyeok had told her. “Okay. Thank you.” She bowed to him, the members following suit.

Harin put her hand on her stomach. “Am I allowed to eat?”

“Yes, you are. Since you just had surgery, it would be best if you had foods such as… eggs, fresh fruit, soups, lean meat, and vegetables.”

“It would be best if the meat were poultry or fish,” one of the nurses added.

“Okay.” She sighed.

Janghyeok answered more of the womens’ questions in as much detail as possible. When they were done, one of the nurses asked Harin what she would like to eat — “Anything that’s not seafood,” — and quickly prepared a meal for her. Harin’s meal consisted of a small bowl of cut-up fruit — strawberries, apples, bananas, and kiwi —, two boiled eggs, and fried chicken wings bought for her by her members.

“Unnie, when you think about it,” Seohyun began, pausing while eating the breakfast she got herself, “you won’t have to perform I Got A Boy.”

Hyoyeon gasped. “Bright side.”

“You’re so lucky,” Sunny quipped. “Don’t you want to trade places?”

“No,” Harin said sweetly, shaking her head and scrunching her nose. “But how am I going to go to uni?”

“Yah, stop worrying about school for now,” Tiffany whined.

“This is coming from the same person who keeps begging me to either drop out or graduate early.” Harin tutted as she picked up her bowl of fruit.

Tiffany rolled her eyes. “I’m sure the company will arrange something for you, don’t worry.”

“Yeah… Anyways, thanks for coming, my lovers. You can go enjoy your day off now.”

“Can we really?” Sooyoung jokingly asked, but was nudged by Yoona.

“We don’t have to leave now,” Jessica said. “It’s our day off, after all.”

“Yeah, but I was planning on asking for sleeping pills so that I wake up at mealtimes instead of being bored the entire time I’m stuck here waiting for my cast to dry.” Harin popped a strawberry into her mouth.

Hyoyeon chuckled. “What about when you need to pee?”

“She’ll obviously pee in a bedpan,” Sooyoung pointed out.

Harin groaned. “You brats are so annoying,” she complained. They all laughed at their natural chemistry.

“But will you be fine if we leave?” Seohyun asked. She still remembered the state Harin was in when they first got there.

“Yeah,” Harin answered. “I think when I called Yuri, I realised what had happened and I was overwhelmed. But I’ve calmed down since you guys were here. So go home and sleep because I called you guys at four A.M. and now it’s almost seven. You guys are most definitely tired and I appreciate you all being here, babes.”

The members stuck around for another thirty minutes — wanting to make sure that Harin would really be okay without them — before their sleepiness started to catch up with them. They bid their farewells to Harin as they went outside — Siwan was going to drive them as he had fetched a car from the company when he was on his way back to the hospital —, leaving Harin to her own devices. Her tray of food had been fetched by a nurse and she was given a remote to the TV in front of her.

She stared at her phone in favour of the TV, debating on what to do.

“They’ll find out anyway,” she muttered, picking her phone up, “it might as well come from me.”

She sent her parents and brother a text explaining what happened in as much detail as possible, knowing it would make them worry less. She described her injuries and the surgery she had, as well as the estimated recovery time. She told them that she would speak with the company about her classes as the new school year would be starting in a month. She knew they weren’t going to answer anytime as they were all busy with work and school, so she put her phone to the side and instead watched TV.

After about an hour, her phone started vibrating every other second with texts from various people, meaning SM had released a statement about her accident. She picked her phone up, her eyes widening at just how many people had texted her.

Hwang Mija [07:16] The bastard is getting interrogated now

Jin Seoyeon [08:13] I just saw the news… Are you okay?

Kim Jonghyun [08:15] Omo….. Get well soon, noona!!!

Hahm Eunjung [08:16] Harin-ah, are you okay???? Don’t be in too much pain!

Jang Hajoon [08:16] I just saw your text. I can’t talk right now because I have to go to my next class, but I’ll call you later, okay?

Appa [08:20] Rinnie, are you fine? Does it hurt? Your mother is busy now so she hasn’t checked her phone yet. Let me know how you’re feeling!

She sighed, going through all of her texts and answering them. By the time she was done, Siwan and Mija had returned, both holding a duffel bag in their hands, probably with their clothes.

“You can go to sleep,” Mija said, making herself comfortable on the couch. She and Siwan discovered that it had a pullout bed, and had arranged it so that they could relax as they waited with Harin.

Harin nodded, lowering the top half of her bed so that it was flat. “Yeah, I’m going to. Goodnight… and thank you for your help.”

“You’re welcome,” Siwan responded.

Harin closed her eyes after making sure that her right arm was sitting comfortably in the sling, feeling herself slip into the deep sleep she had been craving for weeks.

tagging: @moongrlz

©️ jang harin

[querenciasturniolo]

idk if you told that alr but what was your experience meeting them, who was your favourite, if theres a difference between what they look like/sound like on vid vs real life, and basically how was it 😚

AHHHHH OKAY, GET STRAPPED IN !!

so i wasn’t able to get the like, small talk, i only got the meet & greet bc your girl was BROKE when i bought tickets lmaoo. i went with my sister, who is not a fan at all HAHA, and we kind of made like a little girls trip out of it.

the show itself was so fun (i was a little sad that the boys weren’t on stage for as long as tril and malcom, but i still had so much fun), my sister enjoyed the music a lot and thought the boys were funny and all that, which i was grateful that she had fun as well. so we’re in line to meet them after the show, and then i start wigging out HAHAHA. i’ve never met anyone at a meet & greet before, so i was especially nervous.

when it was my turn next, i REALLY started wigging out, and i basically threw my sister my phone and was like “RECORD ME PLS” and then i had to go.

i turned the corner, and there was chris and i was like “holy fucking shit” and he smiled at me and was like “hi ! how ya doin ?” and held his arms out, and bc i was wigging out i was like “can i like, hug you ?” and he goes “oh absolutely, bring it in”. and when i tell you, he gives great hugs, i’m not exaggerating at all

i turned to nick and almost had a heart attack (as a nick girl, i was this close 🤏🏻 to losing it) he said “hello, how are you ?” and i was like “OH MY GOD I’M GOOD HOW ARE YOU” and he grinned at me and said he was good, and then i got to matt.

i was absolutely so intimidated by matt, and i have no idea why. i only looked at him for a split second, and my stomach dropped before i hugged him. he was grinning so wide, and he hugged me so tight and oh my goodness, i was almost sobbing, but he was so sweet ???? it was crazy ?

i panicked, bc i realized i only had limited time with them, and i had questions, but bc i was anxious, all i got out was “are you guys tired ??” bc it was their like, tenth tour date and matt answered first and goes “oh definitely not, wide awake” and nick goes “eh, not really” and chris went “what ? oh, no. wide awake”

and then we took the picture, and bc i was again, wigging out, i didn’t look back at them as i went back to my sister, i just went “thank you SOOO MUCH” and walked away. i watched the video on the car ride home a million times, and sobbed when i saw that matt smiled down at me, shit was crazy oh my god i love them so much.

as for my favorite, i’d have to say matt (even though i was wigging out and so intimidated by him) bc he was so smiley and he hugged me so tight, and i could tell he could tell i was nervous (i love him so so much).

lemme tell you, videos and pictures don’t do these boys justice, which is CRAZY considering how good they look in pictures and videos. like we know that their eyes are super blue, but in person ??? it’s like they’re almost WHITE with how blue they are. i’m like 4’10, so i was SHOCKED at how tall they were compared to me

all in all, i can say it was one of the best nights of my life. the next time they go on tour (i couldn’t go to versus unfortunately), i’m getting the small talk option bc i would love to chat with each of them individually for longer than like 20 seconds

[mattybsluvr]

still in love with you.

matthew sturniolo

pairings: matt x fem!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, kissing.

summary: you and Matt were dating for over a year when you suddenly broke up because he moved to LA for his career, you knew it would break your heart but you knew he needed to follow his dreams and you didn’t want to stop him from success. what’s happens when you see Matt at a bar in boston?

authors note: this is my first time posting shit like this on tumblr so pls bare with me!!! also this is based on “still” by Niall Horan 😍

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when your best friend, Amelie called to invite you out to the bar in your hometown, you were very hesitant.

“babe it’ll be fun! besides you can get your mind off of you know who!” amelie says with excitement in her voice. she knows you can’t say no to her, which is exactly why she’s already at your house with all of her tools. which is also why she didn’t even let you answer. she hung up and knocked on the door. you walk downstairs and open the door, and there she is, the blonde girl who’s mouth is open with a smile, holding up her bag.

“i can’t believe you drag me into this mess.” you say to her as you roll your eyes, but she pushes you upstairs and into your bathroom, doing your hair and makeup.

“i didn’t know what you’d want to wear so i brought a couple of options so-”

“amelie that’s really not necessary!” you say with urgence.

“it really was.” she gives you a blank stare while setting out the outfits she brought on the bed. every single option being way too revealing for your taste but she loves to say “you only live once” so you pick out the sleek black dress and the cute heels. once you changed, you were out the door. she was very excited for this night out. not that you knew why, exactly.

“so why are you excited to go out?” you ask with your eyebrows hinting your confusion. she just waves her hand as if to say “don’t worry about it” but of course you did. how could you not? the car stops and she walks out of the car. you open the car door and walk into the bar.

“don’t be nervous, you look amazing.” she says holding my hand. i look at her, perplexed.

“i’m not nervous? what makes you think im nervous?”

“your steps are small and your hand is a sweaty mess.” she says, but you know it isn’t to make you feel bad.

“oh.” you say. you take a deep breath and walk into the bar with all the false confidence you can muster, the bar smells of sweat and alcohol, not a great mix if you say so yourself.

when you walked in, something about matt’s demeanor changed, he was more grumpy and just wanted to leave, of course nick and chris were confused about it, since he was having fun five minutes ago.

“what’s your deal, kid?” chris asks while resting his chin in his hands.

“nothin” he says with annoyance. he’s looking at his phone when he sees both nick and chris stare directly behind him. they look at eachother.

“is that y/n? what do you think she’s doing here?” nick asks, quiet enough so only chris can hear.

“well she lives here you idiot, so i assume she’s doing what everyone else is.”

“what are you two idiots talking about?” matt asks, curiously.

“oh we just thought we saw y/n.” his eyes light up with the mention of her name, a name you’ve missed. the girl you miss.

“is she here?” he asks. he looks around the bar, searching for the specific girl. nick and chris eye eachother while he’s looking around and nick goes to text someone, Amelie.

nick: he knows

amelie: she’s getting drinks, she has no idea.

nick puts his phone down and gets up.

“i’m gonna go get a pepsi.” he tells the two brothers. they both nod. that’s when nick spots her.

“y/n?” nick sort of yells out. y/n’s whole body turns and her face lights up.

“nick! oh my god! what are you doing here” she asks as she wraps her arms around the boy.

“we’re visiting mom and dad, and trevor of course.” he laughs at the mention of his small dog. she laughs too.

“is chris here too?” she asks and he nods. he points over to the table they are sitting at, and she spots Matt right away, swallowing hard. she walks over to see chris, maybe Matt will say nothing.

“y/n!” chris gets up and jumps in her arms like a little kid. she hugs him hard, closing her eyes. she’s missed them so much. then the hard part, to look into matt’s eyes.

“hey matt.” she says with a smile, but a part of her is breaking inside, seeing him and not kissing him.

“do you think we could talk?” he asks, with his sad eyes. she nods and they walk in stride to the front of the bar and walk outside.

“bab- y/n, i’m so sorry. i really am.” he says, slipping up.

“what do you have to be sorry for? for being successful? that’s all i wanted for you.” you fidget with your hands to distract yourself from wanting to touch him. he sighs.

“it split us apart, and it doesn’t feel right.” he says with a pain in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. you’re eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“doesn’t feel right? what do you mean?”

“i mean that just because i live in a different state, i still feel you everywhere. i can smell you everywhere. like you’re right next to me.” he says, continuing on about how he’s feeling. you feel tears well up in your eyes because you’ve been feeling the exact same way. you don’t remember thinking about it, you just wrapped your arms around him, holding his head with your hand.

“i’m sorry, matt. it’s been terrible, hasn’t it?” you ask while he’s nuzzled into you.

he nods his head and he looks down at you.

“i still love you. im still in love with you.” that was all you needed to hear before you smashed your lips to his. his shock caused him to falter but he never pushed away, as soon as it hit him, his mouth is devouring yours in hungry kisses.

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authors note: this actually made me want to cry because of how sweet it is 😔. (i need love) but let me know if u want a part two cus ill make one fr. if people don’t read this or whatever ill just do a different story but lmk! also i kept changing tenses but i wrote this at like 5 am so im becoming hysterical and delusional!

i love u!

[confusedfoam]

okay I’m home I’ve cut all my hair off I’ve sort of eaten dinner I think I can approach articulation let’s uuuuhh take this character by character I think

Normal

rip this kid, he got pretty fucked over this go around. his house got fire and water damage and his mom also got lit on fire so that sucks.

Also his attempts to connect with scary got undermined and brushed off, he was trying to tell her she has people who care and that they’ll be there and all this lovely stuff and link was going the complete opposite angle and undermining him. (note: this is not a complaint, his approach was too head on to get through to scary and I think it makes beautiful sense for everyone’s characters but damn sucks for normal tho)

and of course. Teeny, gone. His will they won’t they partner, a mole and betrayer. This boy is going to be shattered and somehow I don’t think the goofs realm is going to be exactly comforting.

oh and can we talk about normals cult susceptibility and his family history cause 👀👀👀 yo thank you will

Taylor

Oh man him crying broke my heart, just thinking of him all heart broken and blubbering. I hope he gets to see Nick again soon but I feel like he probably won’t. I also love that his roll in the hug was just a shitty attempt at a sleeper hold.

failing to get through to his mom was one of the most frustrating shitty rolls of his so far but narratively its probably for the best. but man fuck willy and how things go his way (crack conspiracy of the minute: Willy’s got Cassandra on the back burner hoping to (already has?) knock her up for a back up source of daddy magic)

Link

Links teen apathy arc is so valid. also congrats to the gothcleats enthusiasts this was a banger for y'all. I respect the hell out of Matt as a roleplayer. he knows what he wants to do with link so well. I don’t even know what to say I’m happy this is working out for him I guess, can’t wait to watch it crash down.

Scary

Ohhhhhhh boy. oh boy. my poor girl. She needs so much therapy. She needs her mom. She needs more hugs. Christ.

but for real god bless beth may “am I enough?” nearly fucking killed me there were almost real actual tears. her asking willy for a hug and getting so coldly brushed off, not even rejected just brushed off? crushing.

Scary embracing her apathy arc is such a set up for disaster. I am very excited about the soccer admission though I think that was a good start. someone get this girl a sunny afternoon and a beautiful soccer field asap. (the other crack conspiracy: Scary’s had her jock phase, her goth phase, it’s now time to enter her stoner burnout phase. this is founded nothing on other than how she said it when she confessed to wanted to play soccer and also that it would be pretty funny. no more feelings time to just smoke pot about them)

Hermie

I mean that reveal was so much. like holy shit. also I know some people don’t like his name being herman but I actually love that so much sorry y'all.

Anthony

mad and endless respect to my anti egot king that dad fact was so fucking funny. maybe a contender against the back tattoo incident

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annnnd that’s my current run down of thoughts. what an episode. pls talk to me about it I’m dying out here

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: clickbait from 1x05

not sophie doing an interview

lmao what did nick think would happen?

maggie’s a cat 😭😭

oh shit she’s the woman they say he killed!!!

cameron helped ben create multiple dating profiles, payed for data to get info on nick, was helping with the picture of sarah, and went with ben to find her but this is where he draws the line?

ben’s either getting information or his ass kicked

this man did not learn his lesson the first time he broke into a house

i hope he loses his job

okay i know the photo was small and grainy but i really do think it could be matt. i’m sorry but i don’t trust the guy

i find it hard to side with cameron on this one just based on the fact that he was fine with invading these peoples lives until he deemed it wrong

i really love how far pia and sophie have come in their relationship and i hope it isn’t ruined by the end

“we’re just human beings. we all make mistakes.” it sounds like she’s excusing what he did

i don’t know why but i wasn’t expecting sophie to be ambushed like that

kinda find it hard to feel bad for sarah for dying when she was the one threatening suicide to get nick to stay in a relationship with her

what the hell why is he watching her from her webcam

simon is lying through his teeth

damn it that flashback with sarah was so painful

oh simon is insane

maybe simon is the one who ran emma off the road

pia, please don’t fuck the detective!!! PIA!!!!!

that’s such a conflict of interest

even though i knew it was simon, i’m still a little shocked

OH MY GOD I JUST HAD A HORRIBLE THOUGHT. WHAT IF THE OLDER SON WAS CATFISHING USING NICKS PICTURE AND NICK WAS JUST AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER THIS WHOLE TIME???? it’s far fetched but stranger things have happened

IM LOSING IT

i really think i figured it out. we’ve seen ethan using his computer and i believe his phone to talk to people but it’s never elaborated on who it is…

okay i just remembered that he was seeing emma when he was in los angeles BUT that doesn’t mean he was cheating with all of the other women, too

MOTHERFUCKER IT WAS ETHAN WASNT IT!!!!

betty gabriel is such a good actress

ethan has to know it’s his fault, right?

oh my God OH MY GOD

either the friend caught up with nick and did what simon couldn’t OR!!!! ETHAN FUCKING KILLED HIM

wait. wait wait wait wait wait wait. nick told simon that only one other person had access to his information and in the 1st(?) ep, pia was the only one who knew his password so either she did something to him and i got played this whole time OR ethan knew, too

i’m officially confused. if it was ethan, why would he be looking up mandy?

well fuck did emma imagine he was really there with her and then kill him?

i’m so stressed out

oh shit she’s real

lmao imagine if it was vincent

until they reveal who really did it, everyone’s a suspect lmao and rn that suspect is emma

well so much for that 😭 who the fuck was impersonating him

of course matt was the one being inappropriate with tara, i KNEW something was off about that guy!! i wonder if he killed nick, too

“i’m a pretty good groveler” pls 😭

what the actual fuck why is kai smirking? is he gonna try to kill matt for revenge????

matt’s fucking creepy whether or not he actually killed nick

WHAT THE FUCK

what the actual fuck

DID SHE KILL NICK?!

what a plot twist

this show really keeps you on your toes, my God

i’m so fucking confused - he WAS a cheater??? this show is insane

nick appreciated her so much, it must’ve been such a betrayal

her husband’s just as fucked in the head as she is

i still wanna know why the dating app was on his phone in the first place

fuck this show so much for having more twists and turns than a roller coaster

[agreyraincloudd]

Hey, Sithtic with the prompt 6, Pls 🥹 🤍

Sihtric x Reader

Words 1.7k

Prompt 6. "Are you asking me to fight you?"

and

Prompt 4. "You're not jealous are you?"

Flirty established relationship meets Percybeth capture the flag and that one Will Turner vs Jack Sparrow sword fight

@alwaysdaydreamingoffiction

It all began with a stupid bet. It was the start of the Blood Month festivities when a few teasing conversations between Dane and Saxon fighting abilities and battle strategies turned to Uhtred suggesting a friendly game of capture the flag. Of course no game between such people could ever be described as friendly and so you found yourself with a Saxon red ribbon tied to your arm as you entered the barn with a bloodied nose from Cynlaef and a busted lip from Uhtred. The game began back in the centre of Rumcofa and a savage fight broke the two groups apart as they searched for the flag. Osferth and yourself had just departed from the group when you spotted the door of the barn house half open from across the path. You sent the monk to search the neighbouring stables while you stepped inside to investigate.

The barn was a large room stacked high with wheat for the winter. Wooden beams stretched across the ceiling and bags of flour and hung from their wracks. Then you spotted it. At the end of the barn, stabbed into a hay bale sat the Dane blue flag.

Your eyes shone bright as a smile stretched across your lips - you and Finan would never let Uhtred live this down.

Checking the coast was clean behind you, you moved from the door and took a step further into the building when a shadow appeared from behind a beam. Knife in hand and lips turned upwards, Sihtric stood leaning against the wood shaking his head.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy did you?” His voice was testing and smug, irritating you in a way only he knew how to.

You flipped your knife in your hand, a trick he had taught you as you walked toward him slowly.

“I’m taking that flag Dane”

The man scoffed as his brows raised.

“Dane? Is that what you’re calling me now huh? Saxon”

You tutted.

“You might want to step aside Dane” You were within arms length from him now and raised your blade, pointing it under his chin as he stood still so casually as if this was just another normal occurrence. He tilted his chin up, face completely passive to your threat as he raised his sword slowly and ran the metal along yours - the smooth sound of metal dragging on itself singing in the room.

“Are you asking me to fight you?” You asked.

Faster than you could have predicted, he reached forward and grabbed your hand to pull you toward him, your blades touching hilts as his face appeared between the two swords -

“only if it means I get to finally put you on your arse”

God that smile.

You batted his blade away and twisted as he did the same, your weapons clanging together as you switched your positions.

He was goading you and he knew it would work. The way his face lit up was evidence.

You sprung back and swiped across his chest but he jumped back and brought his own sword down on you. Your blade met his halfway and the two of you danced in a volley of movement. He stepped forward, you stepped back. You’d practiced this a thousand times and yet every clash sent shocks of adrenaline through you. Somewhere in the dance, the two of you had moved closer toward the flag and the sight of the blue so close edged you forward as you kicked at the man - following with your sword slashing toward him.

“Finan’s taught you well” Sihtric easily avoided the arch of your swing.

“He has” You confirmed as your blade just caught his cheek, a line of red following. Sihtric touched the skin as you both stopped and he looked mortally offended as he studied the blood on his fingers.

“Just a nick, clearly he hasn’t taught you everything”

“Now Sihtric-” You dodged his blade when he swung and ducked behind a beam before peaking around and tilting your head to the side. “-You’re not jealous are you?”

His sword swung into the wood. “Why would I be jealous?” His blade was stuck.

You took advantage and switched around back into the centre as you pointed your weapon at the unarmed man. He held his hands up as you backed him away.

“Don’t worry pretty boy, it suits you”

“You’re not leaving with that flag” He avoided your attempt at teasing him.

Still with your sword raised and your eyes never leaving his, you took steps backwards and reached for the flag, yanking it free and shoving it in your back pocket.

“I think you’ll find I will”

You walked down toward the door when he stepped in front of you, completely unarmed with your sword pressed against his chest.

“Do you think I wouldn’t”

He smile, hand curling around the blades edge.

“I don’t think you would”

“Sihtric”

“Y/N”

“Move”

“No”

“Sihtric”

“I could play this all day”

“And I could stab you in the shoulder and walk right passed your bleeding body as I make my way over to that ale house with your flag”

He ran his hand up the metal. You didn’t dare move it.

“Oh you wouldn’t do that to me would you?”

“And why wouldn’t I?”

“You know why Saxon”

“Do I? Dane”

Distracted by the way he looked at you, you didn’t consider the speed of him as he shifted to the side causing you to stumble forward as he caught you and pulled your back against his chest, his lips by your ear behind you.

“Yes you do?”

“Our relationship won’t stop me from walking out with that flag”

“Our relationship has nothing to do with this?”

“It doesn’t?” You struggled but he held you tight against him. “Then you won’t mind when I walk out of here with that flag?”

“Oh this flag?” You felt his hand run down your side, his fingers pressing against your hips as he slid them behind you, pulling the material from your pocket. He breathed into your neck as he did and you couldn’t help but lean into him, your head falling back against him. The moment was fleeting and his cockiness would be the death of him as he held out the flag before you.

Not allowing another moment of his distraction, you snatched it from his grip and pulled his arm, your leg tripping his as you yanked him forward. He twisted and fell to his knees before you but his face was annoyingly that of awe as he stared up at you smiling. He caught himself with one hand against the floor and yet he looked even happier as he stared up at you.

“You’ll let me leave with that flag or you’ll never touch me again”

You meant war and Sihtric knew it. As if you had just told him you would shoot a puppy before his eyes, he raised his hands and sat back onto his knees.

“Good boy” You teased with a smile and walked past him.

You whistled out for the others when you exited and Uhtred and Finan appeared from the fog with Cynlaef and Aethelstan scrapping behind them. The flash of blue in your hand brought whoops and hollers from the Saxon warriors as Pyrlig took it from you and held it up high. The Dane men stood defeated and slumped as the rest of you danced around - Finan and Osferth cackling at Uhtred and cheering for you as you watched the boys.

You felt Sihtric come up behind you and resume his position with his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you into him as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’d use my love for you against me?” He pressed a kiss into you neck, his curls brushing your cheek.

“Don’t hate the player” You turned your face toward him as you lay your hands over his in front of him.

“I hope Finan didn't teach you how to do that”

You elbowed him in the stomach. He huffed out and groaned as you left him to follow your Saxons. And your smirk from victory grew wider as you stepped into the ale house, Sihtric joining you finally at the door as you followed the cheers of your friends.

[alisblackgf]

reconciliation

chapter: one! :)

trigger warnings: NONE! just sweet things

pairing: ryan erzahler x gn!reader +  nick furcillo x reader at the end (reader will have chemistry with everyone)

summary: after healing from a bad breakup, you decide being a camp counselor at hackett’s quarry summer camp would be a great experience, especially since your best friend emma was going; but then you see ryan, the guy you broke up with, and all hell breaks loose.

taglist: @sweet-daisies @tywrites @walkingus @boggoswife @yawagucci @rainbows-dreams @aspendvd @bloodverz @laracrof7s @raeluvserzahler @jjkk1m @zomworlds @homebyeleven @starjane312 @m-maxie-ie​ @hardcore0simp @wolfsquad @fallingwings26 @sugxrbxbyqueen @elliesbeautifulwife @renbittt​ 

author’s note: i have an odd feeling that this is gonna flop but oh well (if it does i’ll cry). this chapter is boring but i can’t just jump into the action IM SORRY. also enjoy the nick x reader at the end to make up for the boringness! ALSO im planning to make reader a badass so stay tuned for the character development pls

“hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” emma squealed.

“i’m trying!”

“well, try harder!” she walked over to you, shoving all your stuff into the bag and zipping it up with ease.

“how did you-”

“c’mon!” she grabbed her bag and waited for you outside the front door of your shared apartment. you two had the bottom floor which meant it was less time consuming to get to the car, which also meant you’d be there at least only a little late. you picked up your bag and rushed out the door, and emma locked it after making sure you had everything. as you two started walking to the car, she looked over at you to see the anxious expression on your face.

“what’s wrong?” emma asked.

you shook your head before answering, “what if ryan’s there?”

“we’ve been over this, (y/n),” she took out the car keys and unlocked the car, making her way to the trunk with you following behind. “he won’t be there.”

“what makes you so sure? he’s been going for years. years!” you emphasized.

she opened the trunk of the car and placed her bag inside. you did the same with yours and she closed it.

“you told him you’d go this year when you two were still together, right?” she asked, more of a know-it-all statement than a question. she opened the driver’s car door and sat, closing the door and preparing for a 5 hour drive. you sat in the passenger’s seat.

“yeah? what does that have to do with anything?” you asked, closing the door behind you. she turned on the car and began to reverse out of the parking lot.

“if you’re gonna be there, why would he wanna be there?” she questioned matter-of-factly. she shook her head at your silence. “don’t worry about him, worry about how much fun we’re gonna have!”

“oh yes, so much fun out in the woods...away from all civilization..” 

she laughed at your pessimistic response and kept driving to your destination. there was silence for a few minutes, before emma asked you to put on some music. you connected the aux cord to your phone and put on a playlist full of your favorite songs. emma seemed satisfied, so you let it play. you quickly fell asleep after, since you were bored and had nothing better to do for the next 5 hours.

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“okay, we’re here!” emma exclaimed.

“we’re where?” you quickly lifted your head and clearing your throat to get rid of the rasp in your voice. as you unplugged your phone from the aux and placed it in your pocket, you observed your surroundings while getting out the car. the area you were in was pure dirt, with some parked cars. a metal gate surrounded the perimeter of it.

“it’s where we drop off our cars, mr. chris hackett comes and picks us up from here.” emma explained, rolling her eyes at your lack of knowledge. a group of people who looked like they were around your age were standing at the gate across from the one emma had parked at. you two walked over to them after taking your bags out the trunk.

“are you guys also counselors for hackett’s quarry summer camp?” you asked drowsily.

“yeah, are you?” a buff guy with a hat responded. 

emma nudged you and whispered into your ear. “ooh, he’s cute!” you rolled your eyes and laughed quietly before nodding at the guy. emma looked around and didn’t see ryan anywhere. she nudged you once more, whisper-shouting that he wasn’t there, and you loosened up at the fact.

“name’s jacob,” he introduced. “what about you?” 

you would’ve thought he was talking to both of you if he wasn’t eyeing emma so hard. you left them to hit it off as you took out your phone and attempted to occupy yourself until someone tapped on your shoulder. you turned your head to see who it was.

“hi, my name’s nick.” he held out his hand for you to shake.

“hey, i’m (y/n).” you smiled and shook his hand. he stood next to you wondering what to talk about before you finally spoke up.

“i would be lying if i said your accent wasn’t alluring. are you from australia?” you asked, curiously.

“oh! uh, yeah, i am.” he nervously chuckled, smiling at your compliment.

“how’re the spiders?” you gave a smug look and he laughed.

“they suck.” he responded, winking at you.

“i can only imagine.” you gave a bright smile, putting your phone back into your pocket. “did you...want to listen to music with me?” you asked, unzipping your bag to retrieve the wired earbuds you brought. you plugged them into your phone before zipping the bag back up.

“yeah, of course.” he stammered, quickly but gently taking the one you handed him. he scooched closer to you.

emma subtly poked her head to see what you were doing, and gave a genuine smile when she saw you with nick. she poked her head back in and continued speaking to jacob. both of the conversations were cut short when a van pulled up to you all. you could hear it turn off as a middle-aged man, who you could assume was chris hackett, stepped out.

“ready to go?”

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As Long As You Love Me

Pairing: Chubby!Alpha!Bucky x Omega! Reader

Summary: Bucky feels insecure and Y/N tries to make him feel better.

Warnings: Body image issues, Bucky being sad, bad mental image.

Hey Guys! Before starting the one shot I would just like to take a moment to tell you. How you look like, What your skin color is, Do you have the hourglass body or not, IT DOESN’T MATTER! What matters is the inside!!!!

YOU ALL ARE GORGEOUS!!!

And in the words of Taylor Swift:

You're so gorgeous 

I can't say anything to your face 

'Cause look at your face 

And I'm so furious 

At you for making me feel this way

 But, what can I say? 

You're gorgeous

Y/N was successful in her field of work. She was a songwriter and wrote for many big singers and bands like Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Miley Cyrus, Dua Lipa, One Direction, Jonas Brothers, Justin Bieber etc.

So yeah, she hung out with a lot of rich and fit Alpha’s and beta’s and that’s what made her Alpha insecure.

James Buchanan Barnes once a fit lad after the Flag smashers thing he took a break and stopped training which him despite being a super soldier him not training and not regulating his food intake caught onto him. She loved his belly while he despised it. Y/N knew Bucky was insecure. So, she decided to work on one insecurity then other.

Bucky met Y/N when he was in Louisiana. Y/N was helping Sarah cook food when an overwhelming scent consumed her. “Do you smell that?” She asked Sarah

“Yeah, that’s Bucky Sam’s friend. He’s a really strong Alpha. He was the Winter Soldier, not anymore though.” Sarah said

“Why, what’s wrong?” She asked

“His scent is too strong” Y/N said and Sarah smirked

“Maybe you should go to your Alpha” Sarah said and y/n shook her head

“No not know at dinner” Y/n said and Sarah nodded

“Sarah!” She heard a voice exclaim

“Bucky!” Sarah exclaimed

“This is Y/N my friend. Y/N this is Bucky” Sarah said

B*tch Y/N mind linked Sarah

“Mate” Bucky whispered and Y/N smiled and the rest was history.

Bucky was insecure about of lot of things like his metal arm, his nightmares and now his protruding belly.

His belly insecurity started when Y/N bought home Nick Jonas, a child hood friend. They  were hanging by the pool and he was shirtless. His abs showing.

Bucky knew Y/N was a Ab girl (sorry if you are not) and when he looked down he saw his abs were replaced by a belly. 

“Looking good Nick” Y/N commented always wanting the people she loved to feel good about themselves.

One of the things Bucky loved the most about her.

“Thanks” He said

“Bucky?” She called him

“Yeah, bean?” He replied

“Come, join us Alpha” Y/N said

“No you two enjoy, I’ll bring some drinks” Bucky said and went inside and looked at himself in a full sized mirror.

His jaw replaced with a double chin. His firm chest was now soft. His toned torso now gone.

I look like shit Bucky thought.

And that’s from where his body image problems started.

Y/N was coming back from home. She was working on Evermore with Taylor Swift. She loved working with her.

“Honey I’m home! I brought Pizza with me” Y/N said but something was off

Her alpha’s scent was cider, musky, rainwater. She loved it it reminded her of her grandparents home, but today something was off. It was filled with a sour tinge.

Y/N walked up the stairs of their home to their shared bedroom and as she went inside. She saw tears streaming down her Alpha’s cheeks while he stood shirtless in front of a mirror.

“Alpha!” Y/N said and that caught Bucky’s attention. He scrambled to get his shirt back on but through his teary eyes he couldn’t see anything. Y/N softly trudged to her frantic Alpha and hugged him from behind. She felt his back tense and then relax.

She sat Bucky down and gave him his shirt as he looked uncomfortable without it.

“What’s wrong buck?” She asked softly

“Nothing” Bucky said his voice hoarse from the crying he must’ve done.

“Something is wrong Alpha. Pls tell me, you were crying.” Y/N said trying to get something out of him

Bucky looked at her and broke down.

“I don’t deserve you” Bucky said

“Alpha no, Why would you say that?” Y/N asked getting concerned

“You’re perfect and I’m fat and have a metal arm and get nightmares.” He said

“You still have nightmares?” She asked. Y/N thought his nightmares had stopped a while ago.

“No, not anymore. Once in a while but that’s normal” Bucky said

“I love your belly and your metal arm. I love how arm cools me down during my heats or how it shines in the sun or the moonlight. I love how I can stick magnets to it. I love it’s colors. I love your belly too you know. I love how it squishes against me when we snuggle. I love that I can use it as a pillow. I love each and every part of you.” Y/N said

“Gosh, I really don’t deserve you. You’re so perfect. I don’t deserve you baby girl. I mean I’m the Winter Soldier for gods sake. I don’t deserve good things in life.” Bucky said

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES! This is the last time you will say something like this ! You did not do those things! You were brainwashed! You weren’t you! You deserve good things in life!” Y/N said getting choked up

“You’re the most perfect Alpha, you’re caring, sweet, protective. I love you just the way you are” Y/N said

Suddenly an idea popped in her mind. She jumped out of Bucky’s lap went inside her office and got her guitar. She sat infront of Bucky and started to sing:

Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine I'm leavin' my life in your hands People say I'm crazy and that I am blind Risking it all in a glance And how you got me blind is still a mystery I can't get you out of my head Don't care what is written in your history As long as you're here with me

I don't care who you are Where you're from What you did As long as you love me Who you are Where you're from Don't care what you did As long as you love me

Every little thing that you have said and done Feels like it's deep within me Doesn't really matter if you're on the run It seems like we're meant to be

I don't care who you are (who you are) Where you're from (where you're from) What you did As long as you love me (I don't know) Who you are (who you are) Where you're from (where you're from) Don't care what you did As long as you love me (yeah) As long as you love me As long as you love me

I've tried to hide it so that no one knows But I guess it shows When you look into my eyes What you did and where you're comin' from I don't care, as long as you love me, baby

I don't care who you are (who you are) Where you're from (where you're from) What you did As long as you love me (as long as you love me) Who you are (who you are) Where you're from (where you're from) Don't care what you did (yeah) As long as you love me (as long as you love me) Who you are (who you are) Where you're from What you did As long as you love me Who you are (who you are) Where you're from (where you're from) As long as you love me Who you are As long as you love me What you did (I don't care) As long as you love me

“I love James Buchanan Barnes. You’re perfect just the way you are” Y/N said

“I love you” Bucky said and I smiled

Everything was perfect. 

Thank You for reading!

Remember YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY ARE!!!

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Residue

RATING: R/smut (cw: emotional and mild physical abuse mentioned) 

WORD COUNT: 8.5k eek

CATEGORIES: friends to lovers, camping!harry (?), sleeping in the same bed

NOTE: this is for the Sex Bucket List Fic Challenge from @berrynarrybanana​ - prompt was in a tent while camping with friends....and then I just kind of created this mess. check out the other fics and the amazing creators!!!!

I ENDED UP WRITING A PT.2! Read Endlessly here.

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“When are you going to tell Y/N?”

Harry looked down at his feet. His boots were scuffed from walking through the rocky terrain to the lake earlier when they’d gone swimming. The image of you in her bikini flashed through his mind, and he restrained from groaning--he’d known you for years, swam with you for years, and yet seeing you in that bikini still did things to him, no matter how much he tried to tell himself you didn’t feel the same way about him. “She doesn’t feel the same way.”

Mitch let out a heavy sigh and stood up. “You can be so fucking daft sometimes, you know.”

“Y/N tells me all the time.”

“Well, she’s right,” he replied. “Tell her how you feel, Harry. She feels the same way.”

Harry looked up and met his friend’s eyes. “How do you know?”

“I can see it in how she looks at you. You’re blind if you don’t see it too.”

Harry paused. “How…”

“It’s the same way you look at her.”

or 

Harry and Y/N go camping with their friends and the fact that they’ve been in love with each other comes out

The drive out to the country was peaceful. Harry put on a podcast about music on the way and you listened as they analyzed Beyoncé’s Lemonade, pausing it occasionally to ask Harry questions about the technical parts. With the sunshine and Harry’s commentary once the podcast episode ended, the drive to the campgrounds in West Sussex passed quickly. 

Harry had booked your camp site last weekend, their trip a last-minute decision. You, Mitch, Sarah, and Nick had all been at Harry’s for a cookout and he’d mentioned wanting to get out in nature before the tour started, and Mitch threw out going camping. Nick took some convincing, but eventually he agreed. You and Nick had managed to get the time off from work, although Nick had to head back a day earlier, and it was settled. You had all left the particulars to Harry and when he texted a link to the campground in their group chat, you had fallen in love. Wooded, no power, cooking over an open fire--it reminded you of camping with your family when you were young. 

“Excited?” You asked Harry when you pulled into the parking lot at the front office. You threw the car in park and turned off the ignition, looking over at your best friend. 

He grinned back at you, eyes gleaming. You knew he’d been looking forward to this ever since you had first talked about it--he’d been calling you every day to go over the plans and picking out their meals for the weekend. “Psyched.”

You both climbed out of your car, stretching from the drive, and you inhaled the sweet smell of English oak trees, the sound of birds chirping making you smile as widely as Harry. Nick, Sarah, and Mitch were waiting by their cars, and Nick seemed to be animatedly telling a story about who knows what. 

“Is Nick being annoying?” You asked, throwing your arm around Nick’s shoulders and ruffling his hair. 

“He’s telling the story about the Brits. Again,” Sarah said, reaching out to hug you. “Save us, please.”

“Oi, you’re being mean.” Nick said and Sarah just laughed and shook her head. 

Mitch gave you a quick hug and you smiled at him--they’d all been working a lot lately in preparation for the tour. You had barely seen him, Sarah, and Harry, and you missed their presences more than you had realized. “Let’s go see what Harry got us,” you said.

“Spoiled you lot rotten,” Harry said, sliding a pair of sunglasses onto his nose. 

“I’d hoped so,” you replied, and Harry chuckled softly before leading the group inside the office. 

“Reservation for Y/N,” Harry said to the receptionist and you looked at him in confusion. “Didn’t want anyone finding us,” he explained and you nodded immediately in understanding. After years of friendship, you were used to it, though it always tugged on your heart. You wanted, more than anything, for him to be able to be normal at some point. You knew he craved it too--anonymity. 

The receptionist clicked some buttons on her computer before pulling some folders out of a drawer and turning back to you all. “I’ve got three yurts reserved for you all--is that correct?”

Harry’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion. “I had requested four over the phone.”

The receptionist--Martha, according to her badge, frowned. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that. Unfortunately, though, we’re all booked up this weekend. Is there any way three could be made to work?”

That meant someone was going to have to share. Harry looked at you, and then at Nick. “Nick, you good to bunk, mate?”

Nick groaned and you rolled your eyes at him. “Fine, but if you kick me in your sleep I’ll lock you out.”

“I don’t think they have doors, Nick,” you told him.

He looked at you and grimaced. “Zip him out then.”

“How threatening,” Harry said, before looking back to the receptionist. “That’ll be fine.” She nodded and explained the rest of the check-in and check-out policies and the amenities on the site. It seemed perfect--a pub not too far from the grounds, camp fires you was most definitely going to take advantage of, and actual showers. He truly was spoiling you all. 

You walked back to the car with Harry to drive to their yurts, swinging your keys around your finger in thought. “H,” you said when you sat down in the driver’s seat.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for bunking with Nick. I know you like your own space, so I appreciate it.”

He gave you a wide smile and you couldn’t help it--it warmed every part of you. It was moments like these you struggled to remember that Harry was just your friend. Nothing more. You’d dated people, he’d dated people, and you two were just friends. But then he’d look at you like this and you wanted more. “‘Course, love.” He reached across the console and gave your hand a quick squeeze, and your heart flopped in your chest. 

You were starved for touch--it’d been months since you broke up with your asshole of an ex and you were desperate to be touched, even if it was someone holding your hand. Usually you could count on Harry for some cuddles and tight hugs, but he’d been so busy practicing for tour that you hadn’t seen him much. Just FaceTime and the occasional meet-up at the café by your office on your lunch break and it seemed to be showing. 

You started the engine and prayed to the Gods that they would help you get through this weekend in one piece. 

The yurts were in a quiet part of the campground, secluded and in a thicket of trees. All you could hear was the sound of wind whistling through the leaves and the chirping of birds. After living in London for the past two years and barely leaving, it was a relief to be able to hear nothing but nature. 

Nick let out a whoop when he opened the door to his car. “God, this is gorgeous, isn’t it?” Sarah and Mitch pulled up a second later and you all wandered around the campground, deciding where you would put your chairs (around the campfire, obviously) and what you wanted to eat for dinner. Then, you started to unpack. You claimed the tent closer to the woods, wanting not to be awoken in the middle of the night if cars drove by and to get away from the group if you went to bed early, something that you had a tendency towards when Nick and Harry were together. 

The sound of the yurt being zipped open caused you to look up from where you were checking to see if there were bed bugs. After getting them when you were 13 on a family trip, you always checked. “This going to be okay for you?” Harry stood hunched over, his head poking into your yurt. His shirt was unbuttoned, the beige linen flowing in the soft breeze, and his hair flopped into his face. His green eyes were gleaming, a look he only got on break or on holiday, and it was your favorite look on him. He looked just unperturbed and blissfully happy. 

“Come in, silly,” you said, turning around and flopping down onto the bed. “It’s perfect, H.”

Harry grinned and dropped down next to you. “Comfy, eh?”

“Very.”

“I should plan every holiday at this rate.”

You whacked him with the pillow. The last holiday you had planned and the hotel had ended up being bad and their reservation for their yacht trip fully did not exist when they showed up. It was a disaster and Harry had yet to let you live it down. “Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”

“What? I like planning!”

“And you like being complimented.”

Harry huffed and you just smiled at him. After knowing one another for years, not only did you know everything important about Harry, you also knew how to push his buttons. Calling him out for what you had longed believed to be some kind of praise kink (you’d asked him about if while drunk and he’d looked so confused and embarrassed you dropped it) was the number one way to get him riled up. 

“How’s your tent with Grimmy?”

“He’s already asleep.”

“It’s noon.”

“Apparently he didn’t sleep last night.”

You laughed because it was classic Nick. It happened on almost every holiday you went on together, of which there had been a few. He’d get to wherever you were staying and immediately fall asleep for usually the rest of the day. You all usually just left him where he was and went about your business, but he also usually had his own room. “Were you able to put your stuff down at least?”

Harry shrugged. “Just dropped my suitcase on the ground and left him. I’ll wake him up eventually.” He turned his head and looked at you, his head so close that if you turned your head up ever so slightly, you could probably kiss him. 

“Fancy a swim?” You asked him, sitting up suddenly and trying to push the thought away. 

“Fuck yes,” he replied. “Let me change into my suit.”

The sun was out in full force when you jumped into the lake, your towels and clothes abandoned on the edge of the water. You were lying on your back, eyes closed, basking in the feeling of sun on your skin. Mitch and Sarah were swimming around--you could hear them chattering about how Sarah wanted a dog and Mitch wasn’t into the idea--but you didn’t know where Harry was. You couldn’t hear him. Maybe he’d swam a little further away?

You pushed the thoughts from your mind and focused on not thinking about anything, which somehow took a significant amount of effort. Work kept trying to drift into your head--had the office finished the pitch that you had left for them on Thursday? It was a big account and you had put your all into it, but you hadn’t finished the final touches on Thursday before you had to leave the office, so you left it for your coworkers to wrap up on your behalf. Hopefully they didn’t half-ass it. 

Suddenly, fingers wrapped around your waist and you were being flipped onto your stomach, water immediately filling your nose and mouth. You snapped up, water flicking from the ends of your hair, and blinked the droplets away so you could see who had done it. 

Harry. 

“You bastard!” You screeched, shoving him. His skin was slick from the sunscreen and water, and you tried not to focus on the feeling of his arm muscles under your palms. “I could’ve drowned!”

“You were a competitive swimmer, Y/N,” he reminded you, chuckling. “You weren’t going to drown.”

You sputtered, slicking your hair back, and then gave him a death stare. “Still. You’re an ass.”

“That’s not news,” Sarah piped up from where she and Mitch were treading water and laughing at what had just happened. 

“This is true.” You gave Harry another look before shoving a wave of water in his direction, splashing water into his face. 

Harry gasped, wiping water from his face, his hair, which had grown longer in the past few weeks while he’d been on break, sticking to his forehead. He looked like a little kid, despite how muscular he’d become in the past year or so. You tried to not linger on it, but when he was in front of you without a shirt on, sun-kissed skin just begging to be looked it, it was quite difficult. “This is war.”

He shoved water at you, and suddenly you were splashing one another like children, both of you screeching as water got into your eyes. Your feet collided underwater, arms hitting each other as you twirled around each other in the water, trying to surprise one another. 

It was all fun and games until Harry’s hand reached out and accidentally hit you right in the boob.

“Harry!” You called out, swatting him. “You just hit me in the boob.”

“Fuck, sorry,” he said. “You okay?”

“Just sore,” you said, swimming a bit farther away from him. “Meanie.”

Harry gave you his puppy dog eyes, lashes blinking at you, plump lips sticking out ever so slightly. You hated when he did this because you always fell for it. Years of friendship and you still couldn’t hold anything against him when he did this because he just looked so goddamn gorgeous. You hated it. “Sorry?”

“Fine,” you said, “but you’re carrying me the whole way back to the campsite.”

You all ended up grilling burgers over the fire, Harry surprising you with some hidden skills over the open fire, and together the four of you drank beers as the fire glowed between them. Nick had never surfaced and Harry didn’t have it in him to wake him, so he let him be. Harry, Sarah, and Mitch had started playing music after dinner and you kept yourself entertained by requesting old One Direction songs, which made Harry stare daggers at you but amused you, Sarah, and Mitch to no end.

It was a chilly summer night and you were cuddled up in a sweatshirt of Harry’s, having forgotten yours at home, and a pair of leggings. You could feel your eyes drooping, your entire concept of time gone without the ability to check your phone. It could’ve been 9pm for all you knew. After a rendition of Landslide, you yawned and stretched your arms above your head, and decided to call it a night. 

“I’m going to turn in,” you said, standing up from the chair you’d been in for the past few hours. “Which way’s the bathrooms?” 

Sarah pointed to the right, and you nodded. You had to brush your teeth and pee before you could go to sleep, and you had no desire to traipse through the woods at night to pee in the brush, so you started off in the direction of the bathrooms, your toiletries bag tucked under your arm.

“Wait!” You turned to see Harry walking after you, his own bag tucked under his arm. “Didn’t want you to walk alone.”

You gave him a sweet smile and waited for him to catch up with you. “You ready for sleep too?”

He shrugged. “Probably be up for a little while longer, if that’s not too disruptive? Mitch and I thought we’d work on a song I’ve been thinking about. Thought I’d go ahead and brush my teeth, though.”

“I like listening to you play as I go to bed,” you said, the words leaving your mouth before you thought about them. 

Harry’s eyebrows knit together and he studied you. “Never told me that before.”

Probably because it’s embarrassing, you thought to yourself. You loved listening to his music before you went to bed, especially the voice memos he’d sent you over the years of bits of songs he was working on before they were fully mastered. They were more raw, less produced, the stripped down Harry that you loved. “You never asked.”

He filed that information away for later and you climbed the steps to the bathrooms, both heading into the same free stall. You’d stopped caring about peeing in front of one another a long time ago. You went first, listening to Harry prattle on about a book he was reading that he thought you’d like as he washed his face. When you finished up, you switched places and you started brushing your teeth, stealing his toothpaste because it tasted nicer. 

“You should just buy some for yourself,” he commented.

“But I can use yours for free.”

He didn’t reply, just let you be, and you brushed your teeth next to one another, Harry knocking his hip against yours to make you smile. 

“Glad you came,” he told you when you exited the bathrooms. 

“Me too. Needed this, I think.”

“Same. Missed you, too.” 

You studied his face, barely visible in the moonlight. His stubble was growing in, but he had a peaceful expression you rarely saw in him. You saw it in moments on tour, sometimes--when you were cuddled up on his sofa watching a film after a show, or after a morning run on a day off. But here, this was the purest form and one you wished you saw more often. You didn’t tell him, though. You’d had that conversation before--how you were worried he was overworking himself, believing that he was able to work so much after years in 1D, working with barely any breaks. You wanted his solo career to be different, but Harry had a tendency to find work even when he wasn’t touring or recording. He loved it so much that it was all he wanted to do. “Missed you too,” you replied simply, and leaned into him when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

Mitch set down his guitar and looked at Harry across the fire from him.

“What?”

“When are you going to tell Y/N?”

Harry looked down at his feet. His boots were scuffed from walking through the rocky terrain to the lake earlier when they’d gone swimming. The image of you in her bikini flashed through his mind, and he restrained from groaning--he’d known you for years, swam with you for years, and yet seeing you in that bikini still did things to him, no matter how much he tried to tell himself you didn’t feel the same way about him. “She doesn’t feel the same way.”

Mitch let out a heavy sigh and stood up. “You can be so fucking daft sometimes, you know.”

“Y/N tells me all the time.”

“Well, she’s right,” he replied. “Tell her how you feel, Harry. She feels the same way.”

Harry looked up and met his friend’s eyes. “How do you know?”

“I can see it in how she looks at you. You’re blind if you don’t see it too.”

Harry paused. “How…”

“It’s the same way you look at her.”

With that, Mitch turned and went to where Sarah waited for him in their yurt, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. It was quiet, aside from the crinkle of the fire. Harry couldn’t remember when he fell in love with Y/N--there wasn’t some specific moment like they say in the books. It just...happened. The more time he spent with you, the closer you got, the more Harry hated leaving you. And when you dated other guys, it made his stomach turn to be around them. He tried to pretend like it didn’t, he tried to be nice and polite as you were to the girls he tried to date, but he knew he never was. He hated the way you would look at him when he’d make some snide remark, and he could feel the disappointment radiating from your stare. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to let you go.

He’d tried to bury himself in work, in touring, in women. He’d lived in LA for months to try and get over you, he’d even dated Kendall fucking Jenner to try and get over you. Nothing helped. Camille had been the closest he’d gotten, but there had always been something holding him back. When he’d found out she cheated on him, it was a relief more than heartbreak--he didn’t have to be the one to break up with her this time. And he always went back to you, pretending to be more broken hearted than he was just to get you to spend days on end by his side, eating ice cream and watching films that you thought helped him. In actuality, it was you who helped him. It was being by your side, it was laughing with you, going on walks, even fucking gardening with you at his house in Hampstead. Anything with you healed him. 

And he knew it wasn’t fair, using you like he did. But he couldn’t help himself--it was the time when he could almost pretend you were his. It was when you ignored everything else and focused on only him and that attention is what he craved. You, together, no distractions. It’s what he wanted this weekend to be, but then you suggested inviting friends, and how could he say no to you? How could he tell you he just wanted to be with you for the whole weekend, the rest of the world forgotten?

Mitch’s words, though, were a stab in his heart. He’d always convinced himself that there was no way you could feel the same. You had fallen in love, you’d told him. With Tom. Bloody Tom. You’d met at some networking dinner and he’d asked you out, and from then on it was Tom, Tom, Tom. You had dated for a little over a year and Harry despised every second of it. Tom treated you like dirt--belittling you in front of your friends, in front of Harry, even, controlled your time and your friends. Boxed you in like you were some animal just there to please him, no life to speak of. It had happened while Harry was on tour and then in LA, so he hadn’t been there in person for most of it, and when he had been around you two together--whe he came home for the holidays and saw you, you had played it off. Said it was nothing, just a joke. 

But then her college roommate Jordan had called Harry, worried out of her mind about you. Told him how Tom treated you, all the things he’d done, how he’d manipulated you--hit you one time. Jordan was in New York City and work wouldn’t let her leave, but she knew Harry could go. She told him it was getting bad and he had to get you out. And so he did. He took the next flight out, barely packed a suitcase, and went. He went to your apartment and told you that Jordan had told him what happened, and you two had a massive fight over it, you defending Tom, Harry trying to convince you he had manipulated your thoughts, your emotions, your feelings, and you both ended up in tears before you finally let him take you to his house to stay for a few weeks. And together, you’d pieced his fierce Y/N back together. 

And all that time, he had never thought...He never thought you’d loved him. Not as he did, at least. You’d told him so many times that you loved him, but it was just as a friend. You’d made that clear in the ways you touched him and introduced him to people. He was your Harry, but just your friend. Your best friend, but friend all the same. It broke him, as much as he tried not to let it show. But for you to feel the same way? All this time?

And what did Mitch expect him to do? Bust into your tent and admit his undying love for you, you to admit you felt the same way, and for you to ride off into the night together? This wasn’t some romance novel (which Harrry knew Mitch read, even though he tried to hide them). This was reality, and in reality, it was just Harry, writing songs about you that you’d never understand the true meaning of, and a yurt shared with Grimmy. 

He stood up, his guitar held tightly in his hand, and put out the fire before heading into the yurt. Nick was spread eagle on the bed, still somehow asleep--Harry had never understood his ability to sleep literally all day--and snoring. Loudly. Harry sighed and went over to his suitcase, tugging off his jeans and sweatshirt and folding them neatly into the case. He pulled a henley and pajama pants on, knowing if Nick woke up to a half naked Harry in his bed he’d most definitely not let him hear the end of it, and walked over to the bed. He tried to shove Nick over and make space for himself, but the man was most definitely stronger than Harry had realized. 

Had he been working out lately?

Harry gave his arm another shove, but Nick didn’t even flinch. “Fuck you, Nick,” Harry said. “Do you have to seriously sleep like the dead?”

He looked around the room, trying to see if there was anything he could fashion a makeshift bed with. But there wasn’t even a spare fucking blanket. 

Maybe Sarah and Mitch would have one? Then he pictured walking into the couple’s yurt and immediately decided against that idea. That left you. You’d slept in the same bed before, albeit usually while drunk--maybe you’d let him sleep with you? Just for the night? 

Harry slipped on his flip flops, grabbed his flashlight and made his way over to your yurt. It was quiet except for the sound of your soft breathing and he immediately felt at peace, despite what his mind told him. He unzipped the front of your yurt and stuck his head in. It was dark and he could barely make out your figure, curled up tightly under the covers, hair strewn across the pillow. 

“Y/N?”

After a beat, he saw your body shift and your head stick up from the pillow. “Harry?”

“Can I sleep with you? Nick’s taking up the whole bed and snoring like a train.”

You giggled--and Harry’s heart started racing--and then said, “Of course. C’mere.” You lifted the edge of the blanket and Harry toed off his flip flops before walking over to the bed. “What time is it?”

He laid down next to you carefully, not wanting to brush up against you and make you uncomfortable. “Dunno. Late.”

You reached out for him, fingers brushing against his henley right over his stomach, and Harry’s heart seized. Did you know what you were doing to him right now? “Why are you lying there straight as a rod? I don’t bite, you know.” Probably not, he realized. You had no idea what the mere touch of your skin did to his heart. 

“Don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said, his voice quiet in the silence of the yurt. 

“You don’t, silly. Now c’mere.” 

He moved closer to you and you turned onto your side so that your back rested against his chest, and he wound his arm around your stomach loosely, holding you to him. You’d laid like this before, after your birthday earlier in the year when you’d gotten quite drunk and he’d brought you home so you didn’t choke in your own vomit. You’d snuggled into him then, just like you did now, and he tried to think of anything to get his dick to stop from plumping up under his pants. 

“H?”

“Yeah?”

“What was your song about?”

His breath caught in his throat. Had you heard it? It was so obviously about you, so unabashedly telling you how he felt. God, every song was about you. Even when he tried to make them less specific, when he tried to remove the details that would make it about you, you still left a residue. 

“Harry?” Your voice broke his thoughts, so sweet in his ears. He opened his eyes, which had closed while he thought, and looked into your hair. He could smell the remnants of your perfume mixed with the fresh smell of oak from the woods and the essence of smoke from the fire. He wanted to bury himself in your smell, in you. 

He should tell you. He knew he should. It was the perfect time--you were giving him the prompting. But he didn’t have the courage. “Did we wake you up?”

You rolled over and suddenly your face was mere inches from his. He could see your eyes in the dark, bright blue in the night. The ones that were painted in his dreams, echoes of you that never let him go. “Thought I heard something in the woods. Heard you instead.”

How much had you heard, he wondered. Had you heard his conversation with Mitch? You had been asleep when he had come into the yurt, so you had to have fallen back asleep. “What’d you think of it?”

You stared at him, your gaze searing through the protections he tried and struggled to keep up. “It was sad,” you said simply. 

“Hmm?” He mumbled, not really knowing what else to say to that. Of course it was sad, he was in love with his best friend and he didn’t have the balls to tell her. 

“The opening lines,” you whispered. “Put a price on emotion/I'm looking for something to buy/You've got my devotion/But man, I can hate you sometimes,” you sang it, perfectly in tune, hitting every note as he had around the campfire with Mitch. Your voice singing his words broke him in two, for some reason. They were the most honest ones of the whole song, he thought to himself, and the ones he was least likely to change. “Who is it about?”

Her question had changed. When you asked the first time, it was what. Now it was who. He studied you in the dark, searching himself. Could he muster the courage?

“Camille?”

“No,” he said, his words immediate. “No, not Camille.”

There was a rustle of the trees, but your eyes didn’t leave his. “Are you seeing someone new?”

“No.”

“Then who?”

He took a deep breath, and then, he pulled the words from the depths of his heart. “It’s about you.”

It was silent in the yurt. He couldn’t even tell if you were breathing. But your eyes didn’t leave his. He watched as your brain processed his words, pieced them together, matched them up with the song. 

“Test of my patience/There's things that we'll never know/You sunshine, you temptress/My hand's at risk, I fold.” You said the words, no song to them, just words, flowing from your lips as poetry, not lyrics. “You...Me. Things we’ll never know--that’s us?” 

He nodded, resisting the urge to reach out and brush a strand of hair behind your ear that had come loose. 

“You've got my devotion,” you whispered, the opening lines coming back around. “That’s about me?”

“Yes,” he said, the word simple, soft, quiet in the dark. But it took every ounce of his courage. It was worse than when he’d decided to go solo, it was worse than going out on stage alone for the first time, worse than stepping on the X-Factor stage. The hardest words he’d had to say. “Y/N,” he whispered, summoning the last of his courage, “the songs are all about you.”

That made you go quiet for longer. You stared at him, taking inventory of every part of his face. He could feel your eyes and he didn’t even squirm--it felt different than it did when you usually looked at him. It felt like you were seeing him for the first time. Like a veil had been lifted between them. 

And yet, you said nothing.

“Do you want me to go?” He asked, the words breaking him. “I--I can go.”

But you pressed your fingers to his chin, instead. “Don’t go,” you whispered and this time it was him who stared at you. “I--I’m scared.”

“I know.” Your eyes blinked at him, eye level, so close he could see nothing but the rim of the blue, your long eyelashes he’d always admired. “I just...I can’t pretend anymore, love.” The nickname, long used between them, suddenly took on a new meaning in this moment. He could feel the shift in the air, the way the word landed between them. It slipped from his lips without him thinking about it, but he meant it in every which way. 

You ran your forefinger along the edge of his jaw and Harry’s breath caught in his chest. “Me either.”

And then, you pulled his lips down to meet yours and it was like Harry’s world bottomed out. Your lips were soft, just like he’d imagined them, and you tasted like sugar and the watermelons they’d had for a snack after dinner. The hint of toothpaste lingered and it made him smile, remembering how you’d spoken in the bathroom. His fingers wound their way into your hair and you let out a soft moan that set Harry’s skin on fire. 

Your teeth tugged on his bottom lip and Harry rolled you onto you back with a groan, begging for more, for anything you would give him. The kiss was deep, passionate, without end. You barely pulled away to breathe, wanting to never stop touching him. Your fingers crawled up his arms, across his collarbones, fire left in their wake. 

Harry balanced above you on his forearms, head dipping to meet your lips over and over again, his fingers curled into your hair that was spread out on the pillow. Your legs tugged apart, letting him slot himself between them, leaning into you. It was like a dream he didn’t want to wake up from. 

“Y/N,” he said, pulling back from your lips just an inch so he could speak. “I--I don’t want to do anything if you don’t--”

“I want you,” you said, your hands drifting from his shoulders to cup his face between them. He leaned into your touch and you smoothed your fingers across his cheekbones. “I’ve always wanted you. H, you’re everything to me.”

His lips found yours again without a second beat, and you pulled every ounce of his heart from his chest with your lips. The sheets rustled under their bodies as they moved, begging to get more and more of each other. Your hands wound under his shirt, tugging as he leaned back, pulling it off, the chilly night air nipping at his skin. You sat up, Harry balanced precariously on your lap, and pressed kisses to his skin, licking over his swallows. 

Harry let out a moan, not being able to hold it in, but didn’t stop her as you made your way across his skin, claiming it as your own. He couldn’t hear anything but you--it was consuming, the feeling of being this close to you. Your teeth bit into the skin on his collarbones, sucking a bruise he knew would be there tomorrow, and he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He wanted the world to know he was yours, that he loved you with every fiber of his being, unashamedly. 

“I’m yours,” he said, his voice edging on a moan as you licked across his nipples. “Yours, Y/N, I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours,” you replied, and leaned back, tugging off his sweatshirt, which you’d worn to bed. You were bare underneath, and you could feel Harry’s eyes on your skin, learning you. Usually, you felt studied under the gaze of a man, but now, with Harry, you felt admired, adored, loved. His hands kneaded circles into your breasts and you arched into him, moans leaving your mouth in breaths. 

You felt his tongue on your nipples, just as you had done to him, and your fingers gripped into the curls of his hair. “Fuck, H.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, pressing kisses to your sternum. “So, utterly beautiful.”

You leaned back onto your hands, chest rising and falling as he made his way down your body, inching farther and farther back on the bed until he was on his stomach, lips hovering above the waistband of your sleep shorts. His eyes met yours in question, and you nodded, words failing you.

“Need to hear your words, love,” he said, kissing your bare skin just centimeters above the bow on her shorts. “Want to make sure that you’re sure.”

“Take them off,” you said, struggling to speak as he licked your skin. “Touch me, H, please.”

And he did. He tugged your shorts down your legs, underwear coming with them, and pressed kisses to the inside of your thighs, nipping love bites into the skin there. “You know, I dreamed of you last week,” he said against your skin. 

“What?” You squealed as he sucked on the sensitive skin at the crease of your thighs. 

“Of you, like this.” Then, he licked a stripe up her clit and you buried your hands in his hair, holding him there. “But in the dream, I couldn’t smell you.” He sucked on your clit, and you struggled not to scream his name. Your friends would hear and the last thing you wanted was to deal with that in the morning. “I couldn’t hear you,” he said, licking you again, and your head flailed to the side. “And I woke up before I could do this.”

And then, he dove his tongue inside of you, and you pressed a hand to your mouth, holding in the moans that begged to fly free. It was heaven, his tongue. Delving into her like it was made for you, curling inside of you and rubbing the front of your walls delicately. 

“Harry,” you said, trying to keep your voice quiet, “more, please.”

He wasted no time pressing his finger to your clit and rubbing you in circles, causing your chest to arch from the pleasure. You could feel a knot building in your belly, begging and begging for more. 

“Please, H,” you let out in a moan, and that’s when you felt his own moan against your skin, the vibration of the stubble on your skin causing you to shake against him. But his free hand anchored your hips to his lips, and he continued his work, licking in and out of you, then up and down your folds, drawing soft moans from your mouth over and over again. 

“Wanna hear you,” he said softly against your skin, “please, love, wanna hear you.”

“Don’t want to wake them,” you replied, struggling to look down at him. But when you did, the sight of his head between your thighs, hair a mess, eyes gleaming up at you in the dark, it ripped a moan from your chest that you couldn’t contain. 

“That’s it,” he said. “Don’t give a fuck about them. S’just us, yeah?” He kneaded circles into her skin with his hands and sucked harshly on her clit, your hips bucking in response, but he didn’t let go. “What d’ya want, love?”

His words were rough, broken from pleasure. You loved the way he sounded, having never had the opportunity to have him this way. “Fingers,” you said. “I’m close.”

“Yeah?” His one hand left her hips and circled your entrance, drawing your wetness around his fingers. “Fuck, love, you’re so wet.”

“H,” you breathed out, “please.”

That’s all he needed. He dipped his forefinger inside of you, your tight walls gripping him like a vice. But to him, you were virtue--you were everything to him, everything good in the world wrapped up in a single person. He curled his finger, brushing against a spot that made you squeak and he smiled before adding a second finger. “Come for me, love,” he said, sucking on your clit. “Wanna taste you.”

And that’s all it took. Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, your hands gripped in his hair, keeping his face there as he licked your clit softly, drawing shock waves from your body over and over again. You struggled to keep your eyes open, wanting to watch him as you came, and he held your eye contact as you did. When he pulled his fingers from you and sucked on them, you just stared at him, wondering if this was real. If he was real. 

“Taste sweet,” he said, crawling up your body, pushing you down onto the bed with the weight of him. You loved it, the feeling of his skin on yours, of his body on yours. “With an edge of sourness.” He pressed his lips to yours, and you licked into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. You hadn’t been this turned on...ever, you realized. “Tastes good,” he said against your lips. 

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “Felt good too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re good at that, you know.” 

He chuckled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheeks. “Can’t wait to do it again.”

You captured his lips again, arms winding around his chest, pulling him into you, closer and closer until you couldn’t find the space between you. And then, you rolled, taking him with her, leaving him on his back and you flush to his chest. “Some other time,” you said softly, drawing back. “I want you.”

“Fuck,” he let out, gaze travelling up your body as you sat back on his hips, bare center brushing over his pajama pants. “Want you too, baby.”

You smirked at him. “Baby?”

He blushed. “Sorry, it just--”

“Shh.” You pressed a finger to his lips. “I like it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” You rolled your hips over his erection and he bucked up into you, not being able to stop himself, drawing groans from both of them. “Wanna hear you, H,” you whispered, tossing his words back at him. “Hmm?”

“Take ‘em off.” He bucked his hips again, and you smiled down at him. Your fingers curled around his pants and his underwear, and crawled back, pulling them off together in one motion, just as he had done to you. 

You held him in your hand, brushing your thumb over his tip, the pre-cum slick against your skin. Your tongue licked a stripe up the underside of him, drawing a moan from his chest as you laved circles around the tip of his length. 

“Y/N,” he breathed, “Not gonna last if you keep doing that,” he said. “Need--”

“I know,” you replied. You pressed another kiss to him and clamored back up his body. “Wouldn’t have happened to bring condoms, would you?”

“Fuck,” he said, “no, wasn’t exactly planning this.”

You pressed a kiss to his chest, trying to calm the panicked look in his eyes. His hands ran up and down your thighs, his touch consuming you. “I’ve got the implant,” you said, “if that’s ok with you.”

“I’ll pull out,” he said, leaning up on his elbows. “Promise.” Then your lips found each other’s and you rocked your hips against him, the slick of you dripping down onto his length. He swallowed your moans and you did the same, the dark of the night wrapping around you, encasing you in a world that was just the two of you. 

You reached down and ran your fingertips along his length, brushing his tip against your slit, the feeling sending tingles down her spine.

“Please,” he begged beneath you, fingers digging into your hips to where there would probably be marks tomorrow, “please, Y/N.”

When you slid down his length, your eyes shut from the sensation of him stretching you. You didn’t stop until he had bottomed out, you hips flush against one another. You could feel his eyes watching as you adjusted to his size, to the burn of him inside of you. It was surreal to have him like this, to have him so close to that you couldn’t find where you ended and he began. To have his lips find yours as you began to rock back and forth on him, open mouths meeting like old friends, begging for more and more and more. It was heaven, you decided, this was heaven on earth, this feeling. Your head snapped back when he bucked up into you, hitting a deep spot that made your arms shake. And then he ran his tongue down your exposed neck, nipping and biting into your skin, whispers of your name like an echo around them. 

You wanted all of him. Every single part of him, you wanted to have his laughter and his smile and his words and his thoughts and his love. You wanted his body in the morning and the night and across the distance. You wanted him to hold you in his arms always, to care always. To you, he was hope, he was a bright spot in a sea of darkness. He was the antithesis of your exes, of Tom, of the men who had used you up and left you in a bed of nails. Harry built you up, stoking your fire with actions that showed you how much he cared, never wavering from your side, always running back when you called. No matter how far he went, the residue of him never left your mind, body, or soul. 

Harry’s arms caged you in and suddenly you were on your back and he was above you and inside of you and everywhere. His fingers danced across you skin as his hips snapped into you, moans drying in your throat because you could barely think from the pleasure zipping through your body. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he said, words darting through the fog, “I love you.” He was holding you so tightly in his arms that you wondered if he thought you would run. As if you wanted to be anywhere else but here, beneath him, close to him, breathing him in and out. 

“I love you too.” The words left you without hesitation and you pressed your lips back to his as you chased your highs together, his hips never stopping. He pulled one of your legs high on his hip, reaching a new depth inside of you, and you scrabbled at his back with your fingers, leaving marks in your wake. “Right there,” you whispered against his shoulder, biting softly into the skin there. 

He pistoned his hips in and out, hitting the spot over and over again. “Yeah? Right there, baby?” 

You had always joked he had a praise kink, but now that you had him, you knew you were right and good lord did you feed right into it. “So good,” you mumbled, “so good Harry, please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, tongue darting to the spot under your ear when you turned hyourer head, choking on a moan when he thumbed your clit. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Gonna tell you every day. Never going to stop now that I have you. Finally.”

You dug into his ass with your heels, keeping him deep inside of you. Hands grabbed skin, and you basked in the heat that surrounded you, the sweat that stuck their skin together. It was perfect--he was perfect, he felt perfect, it was as if you were made for one another. Somehow, every movement he made was better, he navigated your body like he had the only compass and it was carved into his heart. 

Every part of you ached, ached for him and for release. You could feel it rising inside of you, taught like a string, begging. “Oh my god,” you whined, spasming around him. Your hand gripped the back of his neck and dragged his head back to you, fingers digging into his warm skin. Your lips met as he pumped into you over and over, drawing moans from them both that never stopped. You loved that he made noise in bed, that he told you how good you felt, that he made sure you knew how incredible it was. Every kiss pressed to your clammy skin was a reminder of how much he loved you.

“Fuck.” A guttural moan escaped him when you clamped down on his length, your orgasm threatening to rip through you. “Not going to last, baby.” His forehead rested against yours as he dug into the sheets with his fingers and toes, using every ounce of his energy to bring you both to the brink. Your fingers scratched against his shoulder blades, gripping him close as you arched into him. 

“I’m close,” you said, words ragged, “so close.”

“Come,” he breathed out, “please, Y/N.”

You pressed a kiss to his brow, the salt of his sweat against your lips. “Come inside me,” you whispered to his skin. “Want to feel you.”

His head turned, eyes meeting yours. “Sure?”

You dug your heels into his ass in response, gripping him like a vice to you. A moan ripped through him as he dug deep inside of you, pulling every piece of your love from her chest, just as you did to him. Then, he kissed you again, your name a mantra against your lips, and with that, your orgasm ripped through your body. 

He chased it with every brush of his hips, running after you as you soared and fell. You held him close as you came down, struggling to find your breath. But you didn’t want him to move. You wanted to feel him, to see him, to hear him finish. And when he did, it was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen. His eyes bore into yours, teeth dug into his bottom lip so deep it probably drew blood, fingers curling tightly into the sheets on either side of your shoulders. Slowly, his hips came to a halt and you could feel his cum inside of you. The air was silent except for your breathing as he rested his body against you, not pulling out. 

You two laid there together, your arms wound around his waist, running your fingers up and down his back, his fingers threading through your hair. It was as if you were waiting for the words, because neither of you had them. What do you say after that? 

Harry moved to pull out of you, but you held him fast. “Please,” you whispered, “just…”

He shushed you, knowing what you meant. You wanted him close. After denying your feelings for so long it was like they were consuming every inch of you, overwhelming your brain and your heart. Having him close helped tether you to the ground and you couldn’t let go. Not yet. 

“Love you,” he said softly into your hair. “Love you so much, Y/N.”

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Love you too.”

“Think they heard?”

You giggled against his skin and you could feel his smile. “Probably. Don’t care that much, though.”

“Me either.”

You were quiet for a second before mustering the courage to ask the question swirling through your brain. “You’re not going to leave in the morning, right?”

He lifted his head and looked at you. “Never.” Then, he pressed a soft kiss against your lips and tucked his head into the space between your shoulder and your neck, his breath even against your skin. 

And you both laid there, adjusting to what it felt like to finally have the one person you’d always wanted, praying that when the sun rose nothing would change.

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