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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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- u n d e r n e a t h t h e w i l l o w t r e e -

Age 10 The summer breeze picks up its speed; eagerly, she jumps to her feet and brushes the grass off of her shorts before running forward. She presses the bottoms of her sneakers into the trunk of the willow tree, not listening to the calls from her sister. “You’re silly!” her sister calls, sticking out her tongue. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”

Of course she doesn’t listen, because when has she ever let people dictate what she should and shouldn’t do? Never. She’s halfway up the tree and she can feel the roughness of the thick branches digging deeper and deeper into her skin, but she wants to keep going. She’s got to get to the top.

Perhaps she should have listened to her older sister though, because suddenly the wind whips her hair into her eyes and she loses her grip, tumbling through the leaves and branches and crashing dramatically on the thick bed of grass beneath her. She wants to scream, because the truth is that the pain of the fall is almost unbearable, and her sister is already screaming in horror at the sight and immediately runs inside for their parents.

And then someone appears next to her: the boy from across the street, the one who’s always fiddling with some type of baseball playing cards on the bus with his friends. The one with the turquoise eyes and the blonde hair. The one who likes to cook with his mom. The one who always waves to her when they’re both playing in their driveways. He peers down at her with concern. “Are you okay?”

She huffs in annoyance. “Does it look like I’m okay?”

In response, he giggles. “Glad to see that the fall hasn’t affected your ability to be funny!”

And alright, she can’t help it: she laughs. And he does too. The dimple on the right side of his face is quite noticeable, she realizes.

“How come you didn’t listen to your sister?” he asks, kneeling down next to her. “She was right, you know.”

“She may have been right, but I was gonna climb that tree whether she liked it or not,” the girl announces, folding her arms across her chest. Then she winces in pain, cradling her ankle that’s already beginning to swell. She’s forcing herself to not cry, not cry, not cry. She’s about to get up when the boy places a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t try and move. Trust me. Your sister went to go get your mom and dad. I’ll stay here with you until they come, is that okay?”

She nods slowly. Then he sits down next to her and leans back against the tree. To her surprise, the tears fall down her cheeks, but the boy doesn’t say anything. Instead he smiles at her and says, “I would’ve climbed that tree, too.”

And to think: this entire time, he’s been right across the street. Why haven’t they been friends this entire time?

Age 15 “Don’t you see!” she squeals in horror, staring at something in the mirror he can’t quite see.

He’s standing behind her with an expression filled with confusion, his hands in his pockets. The bus will be soon and we haven’t had breakfast, he wants to say, but he knows if he rushes her, she’ll lash out. So instead, he impatiently says, “Um... no?” except, it kind of comes out as a question.

The girl throws her hands up in annoyance and violently rubs a brush along her jawline, careful to cover whatever it she sees that the boy cannot. “I’m going to look like such a fool! The first day of high school, and I can hardly even cover up the disaster that is my face. Why don’t they just lock me in a dungeon and be done with it! Clearly I’m ugly enough to be kept in one, far away from society!”

The boy, who’s now speedily following his friend down the steps of her house as she makes her way begrudgingly toward her refrigerator, which she opens and stares into without saying another word.

“You’re too pretty to be locked in a dungeon,” he says suddenly, catching her by surprise. They lock eyes and for a moment, things between them become still -- weirdly still. Then he clears his throat and scoots past her to grab the milk for his cereal. “Come on, it’ll be fine. You’ve got me, haven’t you?”

“You’re supposed to say that, you’re my best friend,” the girl replies, stealing the piece of toast from the toaster oven that is most definitely meant for her sister. Then she turns back to her friend and lowers her voice a bit. Her eyelashes flutter as she asks, “Do you really mean it? That I’m too pretty for a dungeon?”

The boy stops for a moment, his mouth full of Cheerios, and he wonders if she’s able to hear the steady, drumbeat pounding of his heart. He swallows and speedily stuffs another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “Nah,” he replies jokingly, “Actually, you fit the description of ‘dungeon creature’ quite perfectly, actually.”

He supposes he deserves the giant shove from her that nearly knocks him off his stool, but the two of them laugh anyway. He stops for a moment to watch her as she turns the piece of toast over and over in her hands, as if she’s examining it for any minor flaw. He realizes now that she was probably peering into the mirror, looking for flaws of her own. He wants to tell her that she won’t find any, no matter how hard she tries to look. But maybe now isn’t the right time.

“It’ll be alright,” he says finally, grabbing her attention. She doesn’t want to start high school, and he knows it. Elementary school was so easy, wasn’t it? High school has heartbreak waiting to happen. And so he tries to be as reassuring as he can. “And if it isn’t, and the world does lock you away in a dungeon, I promise to join you down there.”

Now, the idea of being locked away in a dungeon sounds better than high school ever has.

Age 18 She’s not sure when she started crying. Maybe it was when things had started to feel a bit off a few weeks ago, and she tried a bit too hard to get him to tell her what was wrong. Maybe it was when he started canceling dates, telling her he’d reschedule, but never did. Maybe it was when she found him with her, tucked away in a corner of a restaurant, when he’d told her that he had to work that night. But either way, she’d been crying forever over him, this stupid boy from school who lead her on and lied, and never, ever comforted her when she cried.

She finally opens her eyes for a moment to look at the world around her, hoping it won’t look as dismal and awful as she feels. But the purples of her walls are duller than usual, her bed unkempt and messy, and she can hear the rain and the wind outside whip furiously through the trees. It’s mimicking her, the weather. It’s a carbon copy of how she feels inside. And yet, through her blurry vision, the sight through her windowpane is as clear as day: the boy from across the street, jumping through puddles and pulling his hood tight over his head, and within seconds, he’s sitting himself down next to her on her bed, tentatively placing a gentle hand to her shoulder.

The two of them sit in silence; it’s been eight years since they first met, and they’ve become strangely comfortable being together in complete silence. He lets her cry. He lets her throw things at her already broken closet door. He lets her start to yell and relay the whole damn story through bouts of anger, before she starts crying again. And he lets her fall into his shoulder and cry some more, her tears staining the collar of his button down shirt.

The clouds have turned dark and the rain has subsided, and her parents are calling for the two of them that dinner is ready. He’s absolutely starving, but she doesn’t feel like eating, she says. And so he stays put on her bed, massaging gentle circles into her back and speaking in soothing tones so she won’t be able to hear the grumble of his stomach.

“He wasn’t the one, you know.” he tells her, and she finally peers up at him with tears in her eyes and a small grin painted onto her face.

She nods slowly, and her lip wobbles as she opens her mouth to speak. “I know,” she squeaks, and he can hear the future cries that have yet to escape her. “I just wanted him to love me. I just want to be loved.”

“You are,” he replies, “and you will be.”

She snorts a little, and he’s trying hard to contain his laughter. He’s always found her snorts wildly hilarious. And then an involuntary, hoarse cry escapes her once more. “When?”

She peers down at her shoes, and she doesn’t know what exactly what he’s thinking, but his eyes are speaking the words he wouldn’t dare too: not here, not now. It isn’t right. And so instead, he says,

“He’s on his way, and he’s getting here as fast as he can, alright? I promise.”

Except, he’s already here, isn’t he? At least, he hopes he is. The truth is that he realized it a long time ago, and he’s been holding it close to his heart, along with her and every single small thing about her. The way her hair falls over her shoulders, the way she scrunches her nose at the sight of fish, the nervousness in her eyes when change is on its way.

It’s up to her to realize it now.

“You’re always helping me,” she whispers, not quite certain of why he’s always there in her rearview mirror, with all the drama she brings.

He grins. “Yeah, and don’t you forget it.”

She snorts again and throws a pillow at his head, and he begins to see shades of his old friend again, his friend before the heartbreak.

One day. One day he’ll speak the words he’s just swallowed, and one day, she’ll realize it, too.

Age 26 It’s funny, the way things can unfold.

Through injuries after falling out of trees.

Through painful days of high school, when kids can be so cruel.

Through failed tests, awful jobs, and a whole bunch of firsts: a first school dance, a first kiss, a first driving lesson. A first heartbreak, a first chance encounter, a first realization.

There were boys who lied and played with her heart, and there were boys who cradled it as if it were the most precious jewel in the entire world.

It’s funny, how things should have been like this years ago.

But perhaps they needed to go through all of these things to find one another, right?

These things that were theirs: like endless ice cream sundaes after being hurt by groups of friends who were manipulative and catty, like Friday nights in with tons of movies to help ease the pain of a broken bone from a rough game of football, like countless mornings watching the sunrise, just because they could.

Like that time they tried to bake a cake from scratch and they nearly added salt instead of sugar. Or the time that they (he) backed his dad’s car into the mailbox and needed to quickly come up with a story as to what had happened. Or all those times he swallowed his feelings for her, just to be a good friend.

She wished he hadn’t done that, she told him one day, in the spot she figured it all out. Underneath the willow tree.

But he’s glad he waited, he told her. He needed her to realize it on her own, just like he did.

He’s cradled her heart in his his hands for years. Because it’s precious, even more so than a jewel. He never did quite understand why people had treated it with anything but the utmost love and care. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Not when he’s promising to cradle it for the rest of his life.

She thinks she’s yelled out ‘Yes’ before he’s even finished, but the truth is, she said yes a long time ago. She said yes when realization struck. She said yes to him years ago when she let him sit down next to her in the grass, waiting for her parents that time when she broke her ankle, underneath this same tree.

She’s swimming in his turquoise eyes, and he’s getting lost in her violet ones, just like he always has. And after moments of laughter and tears and tight embraces, she looks above her, into the branches of the trees, and teases him. “Race you to the top.”

Him, her fiance, her forever. He grins at her. “You may end up with a broken ankle.”

“Maybe,” she replies, gripping the lowest branch and digging her shoes into the trunk, and suddenly, she feels ten again. “but I think it’s worth it.” And they both think back to that day, the one when they first met.

And to think: it’s been him, the entire time, all these years. The boy from across the street.

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getthisbread · 2 years

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Hello!

I think ur writing is pretty neat and was wondering if I could get head cannons of what it would be like to be in a polyamorous relationship with Jay and Cole? (Gender neutral reader) It’s totally ok if ur uncomfortable writing for poly, if so just make it separate pls. Also could you add in a little scenario where Jay, Cole and their s/o are fighting over something (probably something dumb lmao especially Cole and Jay) and then they do something stupid and start laughing over it? Btw I might draw out the scenario so pls let me know if I should tag u if I do. Thank you so much and hope ur having a good day!! :))

Gentle with me

I would be so happy if you drew this omfg- thank you for the request!!! I am totally fine with poly!! I kind of made a reference to Cole x Jay in my last post lmao.

title creds: Touch tank, Quinnie

summary: These boys share one brain cell but, their stupidity is more often endearing than not. <3

Cole Brookstone, Jay Walker (poly) x gn!reader

The road to where you are now was not easy, by any means. Starting to date your now boyfriends was very rough at times, the both of them had trouble coming to terms with the fact that they liked each other and you. In the beginning, there wasn't any communication, Jay, being more emotional thought Cole hated him. Cole didn't exactly realize something was wrong at first, (he's a little dense.)

After a very long heart to heart, the beginning of the relationship was a bit awkward. Jay was raised in a very loving and open home, so affection towards the both of you came a lot easier than it did for Cole. Cole and Lou were never exactly close, and when Lilly passed away, it created an even bigger rift between them. It took Cole a bit, but he does become more open to giving and receiving affection.

Once you have settled into being with them their regular bullshit resumes! Sometimes you will sit in on their hobbies, you and Jay watching drooling over Cole working out, he legitimately looks like a Greek God. Or, you and Cole watching Jay tinker with his creations, he's so cute when his face is all scrunched up in concertation. <3 They like to watch you work too!! It doesn't matter what it is, you could be doing paperwork for all they care, they just want to take in everything about you.

Having two S/O's that are BOTH ninjas definitely makes you worry about every little thing, how it could go wrong, etc. But, on the other side of that coin, Jay and Cole often worry that a villain will hurt you to get to them. So all in all, everyone is worried about each other.

Cole and Jay will have you constantly laughing, the would kill to see you smile. Constantly cracking jokes, pulling pranks, and so much more!!! Anything for your beautiful laugh!

It was just another average day on The Destiney's Bounty, and by average, you meant Jay was pouting because Cole ate his cake! "The nerve! To think, my own boyfriend would steal MY cake! It had my name on it and everything!" Jay ranted. "I'm sorry, okay! I wasn't exactly looking for a name tag! I just saw cake and ate it!" Cole whined back. They be at it all day if I don't step in, you thought. "Cole you of all people should know food is sacred, and Jay, I'm completely sure that if Cole knew it was yours he wouldn't have eaten it. So just kiss and make up already." you said, trying to ease the tension.

Later that night, you and Jay had already settled into bed, Jay being fast asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. But, you were still awake, waiting for Cole to join you both in bed. After 10-ish minutes, Cole still hadn't come to bed, Where is he? You thought as you slipped out of the covers, careful to not wake Jay.

As you walked down the hall, you noticed the kitchen light still on. Curious, you walked into Cole frosting a lopsided blue cake. "What're you doing hon?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "It's an apology, I didn't realize it was his cake, so I made him another one! No too shabby if I do say so myself." Cole responded. Eyes now adjusted to the light, you got a better look at the cake, the frosting was patchy, it was leaning to the left, and he even spelled 'sorry' wrong. In black letters at the top of the cake it said 'Sorrry Jay' 'sorry' having three r's in this instance. You took the frosting spatula from Cole wordlessly, and started to even the frosting. You didn't fix the 'sorry' though, you thought it was funny.

After placing the cake in the fridge, you and Cole went to bed. The next morning, you and Cole were still asleep when you heard a girlish scream come from the kitchen. Jolting up, and booking it to the kitchen, you burst into the unsightly scene before you. Jay on his knees, Cole's masterpiece of a cake strewn on the floor before him. One look at the scene had you and Cole howling in laughter. "Don't laugh! This is the second time I've lost a cake!" Jay cried. "We'll make another together, don't worry." you managed to get out between giggles. Jay soon joined in laughing with you both, because while he did lose his cake, he got to make another with the people he loves. <3

I'm not sick anymore and I couldn't be happier!!!! I have my cat to thank for nursing me back to health, he's my baby. :) Also, summer can be a time when people feel alone, so if you need someone to just talk to, my dm's are always open to everyone. Love you all <3

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fitzells · 3 years

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heyy :) i saw you were doing headcanons? could you write something about dating stiles stilinski? i love your writing btw <3

dating stiles stilinski

warnings; none!! except some tooth rotting fluff because gem loves cute boyfriends!!!!!!!!!!!

notes; hi!! it's been a while ;) i love stiles and my head is a huge mess of domesticity and adoration so here we are!!!! this is my first hc so pls forgive me if it's a mess and/or sucks (this is basically just a walk around my adhd riddled brain anyways)

dating stiles would be nothing short of chaotic

his love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation; definitely

just hold his hand and tell him how much love him and this man is putty in your hands

he's very protective over you (maybe a little too protective)

especially when theo comes into your lives; but that's a story for another day

he gets you a bat; even if you refuse to use it

comforting him when he tells you about his insecurities

reassuring him when he tells you that he feels weak because he's not supernatural

stealing his flannels

usually he's reluctant to lend them to anybody, but as soon as he sees you in one of them???

this man is handing you them all

i honestly couldn't see stiles dating someone who isn't apart of the pack because he's weary enough around other people as it is

you're super close with scott

you've always known that stiles and scott are a package deal; so you being friends with scott was very important to you all

scott is the most lovable person in the world so it's pretty easy

ok sorry back to stiles i just love my baby scotty

you and stiles are definitely the comedic relief of the pack

sleeping over at his house more often than not

cuddling all the time

literally in any position; doesn't matter whose head is on whose chest or who's the big spoon

noah adoring you

but also noah bullying stiles for how whipped he is

he's very comforted by the fact that stiles has someone that he can rely on and talk to (because lord knows he's the king of hiding things from his dad)

forehead kisses!!!! stiles loves when you give him forehead kisses almost as much as he loves giving you forehead kisses

you guys are best friends. BEST!!!! FRIENDS!!!!!

at the start of the relationship; both of you guys kept some stupid secrets from each other to protect the other one

both of you realising pretty soon that's dumb

telling each other everything after that

being that one couple that is disgustingly in love

even if you had an argument and are giving each other the silent treatment

y'all will still send each other heart eyes from across the room

okay this is a mess but in conclusion

stiles stilinski is a big ol' softie who absolutely adores his girlfriend (or boyfriend or just significant other; lord knows that man is a raging bisexual)

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mercityart · 2 years

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All art and writing is mine, do not steal. View my art on other socials too. To understand the characters back stories pls view my character design/info charts. https://linktr.ee/Mercitycreeps

Tw: these characters are mentally unwell individuals who don't typically have the means for therapy or medication, they aren't meant to be perfect, and just like so many other ppl they can be toxic and exhibit bad behavior such as self harm, possessiveness and so much more.

TW!!! MENTIONS NSFW AND POSSIBLY DESCRIPTIONS OF SUCH ACTIONS!!! A ❤️ WILL INDICATE IF ITS IN THAT CHARACTERS PART

-----------------------FIRST KISS----------------------

❤️Toby- Now in all honesty it takes a very very long time to get the courage to kiss you, but once he does there's no going back, he is absolutely head over heals. Toby likely won't give you a proper kiss even after having oral sex. He is the type of guy who can fuck your brains out no problem but when it comes down to wholesome things like kissing and hugging he is very nervous.

He's used to constantly moving fast and always doing hard work so the thought of such soft things is very confusing for him. Sure he can enjoy quiet relaxation time, but typically he does this alone without anyone but himself and nature.

You likely don't see sex before hugging or kissing as ideal when entering this relationship, and so you turn down his advances in this regard. He was confused, he just doesn't understand what he's doing 'wrong', so he had came to you for answers.

As you sat on the window seat enjoying a nice cold drink you look up to see Toby standing in the doorway after spotting his large frame in the windows reflection. He stood stiff, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact before finally doing so, chewing on his lip. "Hey hun, you ok?"

Toby sighs and takes a deep breath. "Honestly? Uh, no not really. Um... I think we need to talk." This makes you freeze up.

Oh no. Not those words, not that sentence, that never means anything good. You sit up and give him your full attention in confusion. "Sure babe, I'm sorry, is... Is there anything I can do to help? What's bothering you?"

He walks forward and sits on the opposite side of the window seat, staring out at the cascading water droplets that race down the glass pane. "I don't understand. I keep trying to get intimate with you but you never want to do anything. Is it me? Did I do something?? Am I just reading the room wrong? I don't get it! We never do anything whatsoever. It's like- it's like we're not even a couple."He sighs and rests his forward against the window frame, looking to the side at you for answers.

"I... Toby... You know I love you, I do. Sex, that's not a necessity for a relationship. What if I'm ace? What then? Toby, it's not that I don't want to be intimate with you.. I don't want to have something so intense, so extreme when we never even kiss. Hell, I don't think we even hug! I try to cuddle you and you always get up saying you gotta do something. I've just kinda... Given up on intimacy." You frown and stare down at the seat, not noticing the shadow that looms over you.

"(Y/n)... Look at me." You jolt slightly as Toby's hand lightly places itself under your chin and tilts your head up to look at him. You do just that, staring up at him in confusion and worry, brows knitted together in concern, searching his expression. Toby leans in close, hand cupping your cheek as he observed you, he looked uncomfortable and nervous, uncertainty in his gaze as he leaned in nearly touching your lips when you pull away, placing a hand to his chest.

"You can't just do that to get what you want... I don't want it to mean nothing to you, I don't want it to be a burden..." You stand up, walking away without another word.

Days passed and the weather only got worse, just like your mood. You grew more and more depressed, your heart feeling like it had been shattered a bit. You feel undesirable, unloved, unappreciated, touch starved and lonely.

After the incident Toby has been spending less and less time around you, opting to find any reason at all to stay away. You lay staring at the ceiling, cheeks stained by your tears as you had sobbed, the sound of pouring rain and your music covering up the sounds of your pain.

Suddenly a loud crash reverberated around you after a bright flash, illuminating a figure from your window making you spring up in a panic, only to pause. There Toby stood, a sad look on his face as he was drenched from the storm. You can't help but take a small amount of pity on him and you unlock the window, opening it up for him and turning back to walk to your bed.

Suddenly strong arms wrap around your waist, Toby tugging you to his body as he buries his face in your shoulder. He inhales deeply, relaxing at your scent filled his senses.

"Toby...? What are y-" you are cut off by being turned to face him and his lips are planted gently on your own. The kiss was tender, his lips soft but rough due to the many scars he adorned. Slowly Toby pulls away a little bit, forehead resting against your own.

He was horribly touch starved and desperate for your affection, and he found himself actually enjoying the sweet softness of your touch, the kiss making his heart flutter.

"I've missed you... I.. I can't stay away from you.."

Tim- Tim is often away for work and missions. He is apart of a logging company and often trucks the logs to wherever they are needed, not to mention thanks to his high position within the company he has to attend meetings all over the nation and sometimes outside of the nation.

He prefers trucking as this often helps him with his missions as he's not in one place for long and thus it's hard to link anything back to him.

Tim had been away for almost two whole weeks and you are missing him significantly but you knew that this was necessary for him and the others to live away from people and live as relatively normal and comfortable lives as they could. This doesn't take away from any of the feelings of loneliness you feel though.

As such you sat in your room, knees tucked to your chest you read a sappy novel that had been recommended to you, this only seems to fuel your touch starved mind however. You tear up a bit, but to rid of these feelings you decide to get up and eat a meal on the porch.

You are quick to get dressed in comfortable clothes and order some Chinese take out, it isn't until the order arrives do you realize you ordered not just your usual but also Tims. Instead of wasting it you pay in full and set it on the table beside your own as you prepare to eat. Then there's a knock at the door, did the delivery driver forget something??

You walk over and open the door a smidge only to see the face of none other than a exhausted Tim. Swiftly the door is yanked open fully and Tim is quick to find comfort within your welcoming embrace.

"I've missed you too darlin'.." he sighs in content, burying his face in your shoulder, far too comfortable to remove himself, so he chooses not to, lifting you off the ground to wrap your legs around his waist as he enters the home, closing the door behind himself. Inhaling deeply he chuckles, "Does my nose deceive me or is that sesame chicken I smell?"

Laughing you lightly ruffle his hair, "yeah, I accidentally ordered our usual sooooo," hopping down you lead him to the couch where the food was thankfully still hot. "Eat up handsome, you look starved."

Tim tolls his eyes and tugs you to the couch, rushing to eat, taking a few large bites before relaxing and slowing down. You can't help but laugh at how eager he is, but then you notice him staring at you, his head tilted at a odd angle and looking up at you with the softest gaze you'd ever seen.

Slowly Timothy reaches up, his thumb carresing your cheek gingerly and he leans in close, able to feel his breath dust across your lips as he speaks.

"You are the most gorgeous person I've ever met..." With that he tenderly kisses you, his lips tasting of tobacco and coffee, a bitter mixture but it is oddly nice, and you welcome it.

Brian- You have been at work all day long, it is storming out and here you are, it's nearly midnight, you hadn't eaten anything since breakfast at five in the morning when you came into work at five a.m. a couple of co-workers had walked out and you were made to work overtime and close that night.

You are absolutely exhausted, starving, depressed, stressed and have a horrific migraine and unfortunately your job wouldn't allow you the time to go out to your vehicle to get any medication for it. You honestly just want to get home as quickly as possible and sleep!

Finally as the clock ticked by you finish cleaning up everything and get to clock out. You lock up the place and head out to your vehicle in a hurry, trying to avoid the pelting icy rain drops that pour from the sky, though your effort is fruitless as you end up soaked from head to toe and to make things worse you trip and twist your ankle.

Once making it to your vehicle you rest your head upon the steering wheel, tears welling up in your eyes. You are beyond stressed and don't know how much more you can take before a full blown mental break happens. Lifting your head you inhale deeply, starting up the vehicle and drive home in silence.

Upon parking in the driveway you can only limp painfully into your home, allowing the rain to absolutely drench your shivering form once more.

Inside is quiet, lonely even as you remove your shoes and you trudge your way to the bedroom solemnly. Not even five minutes pass before you hear a knock at the front door so you are given no choice but to turn right back around and answer the door.

There under a red umbrella stands Brian, he seems in a happy and energetic mood but that quickly changes upon gazing at you.

He allows himself to push into the home and closes the door after closing and shaking the umbrella, removing his shoes. Brian places his large hands on your cheeks, staring at you with furrowed brows. "You look..."

"Exhausted? In pain? Hideous?"

"I was going to say stressed but those work too."

He tugs you to him and you can't help but bury your face in his faded yellow hoodie, a quiet whimper escaping your wobbly lips as they quiver, trying not to cry.

"Oh my little flower... Sweetheart... Shhh, it's ok. I'm here, I gotcha, it's ok to cry.." and with that you begin to cry, clutching at the fabric of his hoodie.

Brian holds you for what feels like forever, rubbing your back and whispering words of comfort as your voice sobs out almost incoherent sentences of how shitty your day was. He simply nods along and carries you to your room, making you rest on the sheets as he took out a pair of shorts and removed his hoodie, handing them to you to put on.

He turns away as you change and once done he holds you close once more, laying you down on the bed and then you notice the bag he had been carrying, to which he chuckles and hands you a McDonald's meal and drink. "I assumed you'd be starving so I got us food."

You relax slightly and immediately dig into the fries with a content sigh, stomach growling desperately for the delicious food. Brian can't help but chuckle at this, nuzzling his face into your neck happily. "I knew you'd like it."

You simply hum in response, mouth too full to give much else of a response. Once you eat every last crumb and are fully satisfied Brian simply scrunches of the garbage and puts it in the garbage bin beside your bed and lays back.

Tugging you down with him, his hands tracing along your skin, tickling at your sides lightly before pecking across your face, eliciting a array of giggles and squeals before finally his eyes lock on yours and his lips grow dangerously close to your own.

Searching your gaze for any hesitation or distaste as he pulls you into a sweet yet passionate kiss, his lips are a bit rough but he is so gentle with it, honestly taking your breath away with the amount of love that radiates from him.

Once you two pull apart for air Brian gives you a toothy grin. "Fuck you are so perfect. I love you (y/n)."

Jeff- You and Jeff have been together for a while at this point, cuddling and hugging isn't a uncommon occurrence and you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy his touch. Honestly though you crave more.

You had figured that Jeff would have initiated more long before, afterall, he is Jeff. This doesn't happen though, and you are very confused by this. You have heard stories about how much of a flirt he can be, how many people he's kissed or more, you are a bit jealous.

Jeff and you are cuddling on the couch watching a vampire movie called The Priest when you decide to try and initiate some sort of affection from the man.

At first you are playing with his hair gently, then you are nuzzling at his neck. Jeff only hums happily at these movements and so you kick it up a notch, lightly pecking his neck. This got a reaction from him but not exactly what you expected.

Jeff tensed and sits up with you on top of him, making you sit up. Now you are worried. "Jeff..? Are you ok?" He simply shakes his head, taking a moment to collect himself.

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what..? Kiss your neck?"

"Duh, what else would I be talking about?" Now he is getting agitated and his mood is going downwards so you sit there trying to think of how exactly to explain yourself, should you tell the truth or make something up?

"I... I'm sorry. I just- I dunno.. I really have been wanting your love lately... I keep thinking about what people told me, and- I guess I'm just jealous..." You look away, ashamed and embarrassed, not daring to look at Jeff in that moment.

"Jealous? Of what??" He stares at you in complete and utter confusion, mouth slightly ajar. Is he joking? "You- i- we've been together for a while and we still haven't k kissed! I'm jealous of the people you haaaave kissed..!"

Now this gets quite the reaction from him, eyes wide- erm- wider, and cheeks dusted pink. "You want to kiss me?"

"Uh, duh! I've been trying to kiss you, you friggin-"

he cuts you off and covers your face with his hands. "Jeff? What the heck are you doing?"

"Nothing!" You push his hands out if the way with a bit of a struggle and a little cat fight to find him trying to hide his bright red face, he is embarrassed. "Are you-?"

"No I'm not! You shoosh!" You honestly can't help but laugh a bit, apologizing as you do so, holding your stomach as you laugh far too much. "Yeah yeah, laugh it up."

Eventually you wipe the tears from your eyes and calm down enough. "Sorry, you are too cute." He simply huffs and pouts, crossing his arms before freezing up.

You had leaned down and pressed your lips flush to his own. Slowly but surely he relaxes and leans into it, the kiss heating up a bit. It's intense, passionate and desperate, hands tangling in one another's hair and/or clothes.

Eventually though you two have to break away for air. Panting you stare down at Jeff who's gaze is hazed over a bit, watching you with a gaze full of absolute adoration.

Soon he's tugging you back to himself, "I'm not done with you yet."

Liu- Now surprisingly, Liu is a very jealous person and can be super overprotective at times. You are hanging out with him whilst he does his job doing tattoos and piercings.

You have no problem with their job, in fact you are so happy they have a job he loves. You don't mind that they get to see all sorts of body parts and gets flirted with on a daily basis, just shows that you are with a loyal, accepting, body positive, creative and handsome as hell lover.

You enjoy watching them do his work, seeing him zone into his headspace as they focus in on his work. You currently were helping them set up for their next client, apparently it was someone who was getting their nipples pierced so you were honestly quite excited as you have been contemplating getting your own pierced so watching it get done in person is a good experience to help with the decision.

After setting up you walk over to Liu, wrapping your arms around his waist as you look up at them in endearment. "Hola precioso." He coos, swaying you both slightly. "Hello to you too handsome." Liu smiles at you, hands tracing along your back, hands planted just above your ass as they pull you in closer, leaning in close only to back off and set you to sit on his desk causing you to pout a bit.

Then you hear the bell ring out and Liu goes to greet the client. After a few minutes a woman walks in, and you'd be lying if you said she isn't gorgeous.

She wears leather pants, a baby blue crop top with a Peirce the Veil logo across her chest, and she has a death hawk that is dyed neon pink with white tips. Not to mention of course she has tattoos and piercings adorning a good portion of her body.

"Alright, if you could just take a seat and remove your top I'll be able to get started on you." Liu rolls up a small tray table with the supplies they need, carefully putting on rubber gloves.

The woman removed her top and brallete, waiting patiently for Liu to finish up. Liu is careful with explaining everything he is doing to her, being sure to be as gentle as possible, though she keeps making slightly flirtatious comments back at him.

This typically wouldn't have bothered you however this time it really does, not because she's flirting but because Liu was reciprocating these advances.

You aren't sure what to do and grow antsy as you watch. Liu seems a bit more touchy than usual, though you try and convince yourself that it's your imagination but you can't help but grow jealous and feel hurt by what you are witnessing, feeling like a third wheel, it seems as though they both completely forgot you are in the room.

So you use this to your advantage and simply walk off, taking a bit of a walk around the streets where Liu works. After about an hour you assume the woman was gone and head back to Liu's work, after all, it typically only take anywhere between them to thirty minutes to do piercings and it is time for him to close up shop anyways.

Unfortunately though, you were incorrect as she is still there, leaning over the counter talking to Liu, receipt in hand. Liu is leaning close to her as well and when you walk in, the bell reverberating around you, they look towards you.

The woman is then quick to leave, winking at Liu as she shoves past you. Now you are not a happy camper, glaring at the floor, a growl escaping your throat in irritation, gripping the metal bar of the shelf beside you tightly.

"(Y/n)..?" Snapping back to reality your gaze fixes on Liu as they walk around the counter, grabbing his coat and keys. "What." Your voice is cold and clearly agitated making them stop in their tracks, staring at you. You don't notice though, glaring at the floor, not bothering to pay attention to your surroundings.

That is of course until you are brought back to the real world as Liu presses their lips to your own in a rough kiss. The kiss is deep and a bit heated, desperate almost before he pulls away with a huff.

"You're hot when you're jealous~"

❤️Sully- Now of course you had kissed Liu first, he seems to get the first of everything with you but for Sully that doesn't count for them, he needs to be the one in control of the body for it to count.

They have been trying to kiss you for so long, longer than when you had been kissed by Liu! They are desperate for your affection. He is very much respective in regards to your consent and boundaries, so they never ever do anything without you knowing and agreeing to it first, always asking you verbally for permission only to be rejected.

You of course have been teasing him, leading him on, trying to test their limit.

You and them are on a bit of a date, walking along a forest trail to a spot in the trees Sully enjoys as it's calming for him, and they want to have a romantic picnic with you. So here you two are walking your way down the trail in a comfortable silence. You of course are wanting to screw around a bit and egg him on.

You stop and lean against a tree, glancing back at Sully, a smirk gracing your features before you duck behind the tree, giggling all the while as Sully stiffens in posture and leans around the tree to see you. Y

ou of course dodge away and you two are playing a game of cat and mouse, unbeknownst to Sully you are guiding them to their picnic spot. Eventually you dash out from behind a tree and Sully is quick to trap you in his arms, the two of you collapsing on the soft grass of the small clearing.

He is smirking and you are breathing heavily, squirming beneath him. Sully watches and leans close to you before stopping, hesitating a bit. "Awww, what's wrong big guy~? Don't you want-" you're quickly caught off guard as Sully finally shoves his lips against your own, it's deep, heated and passionate, taking your breath away allowing perfect access for him to shove his tongue into your mouth, bodies entangling as your tongues fight for dominance.

Eventually you two break away, gasping for air greedily. "Don't tease me mi alma~"

Helen- Helen is very much a cold and serious individual, she rarely shows affection and frankly you are starting to feel neglected.

You understand that they had a very rough life and don't understand emotions very well, but that doesn't stop the feelings you have.

You are laying on the window seat watching the street, stray water droplets racing down the glass from the light drizzle that has been going on and off throughout the day. Your mind is foggy, fingers lightly picking at the fabric of your shirt as your mind is a bunch of loud chaos, it is one of those times where your mind is so loud yet painfully silent at the same time.

Unbeknownst to you Helen has been sitting in a chair off to the side of you, watching you as she sketches your body in great detail. He absolutely immersed themself in his art, only when she comes to and looks at the results does she realize just how sorrowful you appear.

She sits up stiffly and his head snaps in your direction, icy gaze focusing on your frame. "мой маленький цветок what is wrong?"

This makes your attention perk up, not because he spoke but the time they used. Her voice was extremely gentle and sweet, not her usual cold monotone. You sit up a bit and turn to look towards them only to find he is kneeling beside your seat, eyes scanning your features, brows scrunched in worry, completely out of character for them.

"Helen..?" You are completely and utterly confused, this only grows as he reaches out and cups your cheek in her palm, inspecting you a bit.

"возлюбленный you look so sad, as perfect as you are I do much prefer a smile upon your features. What is the matter?"

"I... I'm just a bit sad is all. It's no big deal, really!" This only makes them more worried, frowning slightly.

"моя возлюбленная please tell me what bothers you? I wish to fix whatever it is." You blush a bit, his words far more affection than what you are used to, all you do is crawl closer, turning your body so you can wrap your arms around her shoulders and legs around their waist, nuzzling into his neck.

"тебе одиноко? You need my love?" She coos gently, an arm planting itself to support your backside while the other lightly rubs your back as he stands up with you in arm, walking over to the couch to lay down with you on top of them.

"We rarely touch at all.. I... I just really need your love... I'm sorry..." You pout a bit, embarrassment evident by the blush on your cheeks.

This only makes him chuckle a bit, leaning his face in close to yours. "You could have just asked you know."

Then her lips are on your own, and you just melt into it, their lips are intoxicating, so incredibly soft and perfect. He is passionate and slow with it, hands lightly carresing your sides.

Once he pulls away you noticed the light blush that dusts her cheeks. "ты вызываешь привыкание."

Jack(EJ)- Jack is not commonly super affection, especially not with words, typically showing his love through acts of service. You don't mind this, but you'd be lying if you said you don't want more.

You love jack, truthfully, but he does not initiate physical affection ever and frankly that has been making you feel a bit lonely as of late.

You decide to go out for a walk one night as Jack is just too busy with his hunting and you don't want to sit there all by your lonesome. Now, you had thought a walk would be a good idea, something calm and mindless but you were very wrong that night.

You are walking around aimlessly, watching the sky through the trees as you walk, this is your first mistake. Your second mistake is merely wearing shorts, a t-shirt and a old pair of worn out, slippery sneakers.

You are just too interested with the stars to pay attention to where you are going and so you have stepped far to close to the edge of a ditch and the ground is muddy thanks to the recent storms causing you to slip.

You panic, legs kicking wildly to try and stop the descent but your shoes just don't have enough traction and you fall into the ditch with a painful this, gasping sharply when you land on your knee, hearing a loud pop. You cry out in agony, low leg angled at a incredibly unnatural way.

Thumping your fist into the ground you growl, trying to calm yourself and think of a solution. You take out your phone, you have barely any signal but it's worth a shot. Your phone rings a few times, only to be greeted by the sound of a voicemail box. You hang up, cussing angrily as you sit yourself up, leaning against the side of the ditch.

You can only wait and conserve energy, hoping that your lover would return your call.

Jack was on his way home through the woods when his phone rang, however the signal in that area is too poor to be able to answer properly. He's confused to see your icon, you knew he'd be home around this time, why did you call him?

Upon reaching home he is confused to see the lights all off and the door locked so he clicks his voicemail to listen to what you needed in hopes to understand what's going on. "H hey Jack, um, sorry to bother you, you're probably busy it's just that uh.. I'm stuck in a ditch in the woods and you see, I would climb out but my leg is... Well. I can't tell if it's broken or if it's just dislocated but it certainly fucking hurts like a bitch. Um... Help?"

And with that the voicemail ends leaving Jack in a full state of panic.

Oh no. No no no. His precious little mate is lost, stuck and hurt. He hones in his senses, inhaling deeply he picks up on your scent. Immediately he's on your trail, running rapidly through the trees, it only takes him ten minutes to find you when a normal person it would take an hour just to walk to this area.

Jack peers over the edge, spotting your fragile body below and he relaxes a bit, hopping down to where you rest. "Jack!!" You cry out in relief, teary eyed and in pain, all you wanted was for your lover to be here with you.

Jack is quick to crouch over you, inspecting the damage in concern, a deep whine escaping his lips and his pointy ears flick backwards in discontent as he found you not only dislocated your knee but strained the tendon far too much.

He places a hand to your mouth, using his other hand and his knee to keep you still as he pops it back into place. Thankfully his large palm was able to muffle your scream, but the pain is only momentary.

You try to get up but Jack doesn't allow you, lifting you up into his arms, holding you close to his chest with a growl, warning you to stay still as he carries you back home.

Once home Jack is quick to set you on your bed, rushing around you to create a nest of soft objects and his scent before climbing beside you despite him being far too large to properly lay in the bed.

He holds himself above you, body supported by his elbows, claws lightly tracing your skin. Then his lips are on your own, possessive and strong, his rough lips pressed harshly into your own until you have to push him away for oxygen.

"My little mate, poor sweet lover, you need to rest, let me take care of you."

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ptergwen · 3 years

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ok ok got a request.. can you write about how peter loves it when his girl cups his face with her hands everytime they kiss? and when she doesn't do it, he brings her hands up himself to his cheeks??

my heart like real life clenched when i read this pls :,(

peter is very big on physical touch. it makes him feel held, protected, and you provide all the holding he could ever need. you’ll let him be the little spoon most times, cradling him against you while he kisses along your body. you always have to be touching each other somehow. that could be peter linking your legs together under tables or you rubbing his back on walks. whatever it is, he just wants to be close to you.

“woah, you smell really good,” peter murmurs against you. his hands slide down to hold your hips. “glad you think so. it’s my natural scent,” you quietly tease and tilt your head up. he’s peppering kisses to your neck, you sat in his lap and enjoying it. your study session turned into a makeout session because peter simply cannot keep his hands to himself, as mentioned.

his lips brush right under your chin. “alright, alright. enough small talk... gimme a kiss,” he requests, tightening his arms around you. “please.” “when you ask so nicely, how can i refuse?” you grin, peter grabbing your chin and tilting your head towards him. still smiling, you press your lips to his own, the kiss instantly reciprocated.

he brings his hand back to your hip, your palms laying flat against his chest. he’s kissing you so gently and with so much love. pulling you into his chest, peter chuckles as his puffy lips collide with yours, over and over again. you grip at his shirt to hold him in place, teeth playfully nipping at his bottom lip. this is everything he’s been craving, but something is missing.

“y/n/n?” peter speaks softly, you nodding in response. he breaks the kiss momentarily, so your lips trail to his jaw. “can you do that thing- this feels good,” he cuts himself off. “i know it does.” a smirk overtakes your lips while they drag across his skin. “can you do that thing with... your hands on my cheeks?” he’s blushing now, you quirking an eyebrow. “what thing? i don’t do a thing.”

you’re stealing another kiss before he gets to explain. peter can’t complain about that, instead moving you so you straddle him. you giggle at how needy he is and let your fingers hook in his flannel collar. sighing, peter parts his lips to speak. “no, you do a thing.” he places a single kiss on the side of your neck. “every time we-“ he was going to say kiss, but you finish his sentence with a real one.

“show me,” you nearly purr, your lips feeling warm on his. peter smiles to himself as he takes your hands off his chest and guides them up to his cheeks. he puts them on either one, you humming when you realize what he means. “why didn’t you tell me you like this?” you wonder and let your thumbs caress his soft skin. his arms hook around your lower back.

“thought you knew,” peter shyly admits. “you do it all the time, and- and it makes me happy... i dunno.” with a peck to his lips, you continue to smooth your thumbs over his cheeks. “i’ll keep it in mind, pete.” “thanks, angel.” he puts his hands over yours and gives you the cutest smile. “enough small talk, though,” you repeat his words from before, peter promptly crashing his lips into yours once again.

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine

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venusiangguk · 3 years

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I would cry if you made a mini drabble or comment on how dilf Jk and OC are doing. Are they still together?

the art of wanting drabble: gardening and pool day with dilf jk and baby nari

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers / fwb / fluff

>>rating: PG

>>word count: 1.2k, drabble

>>warnings: not much, mentions of alcohol, implied smut, cutest baby ever

>>notes: just a lil update on the favorite not-so-couple couple and the apple of their eye, little nari <3

>>summary: nari plays in the dirt while jk gardens and you make a bet.

The blender was very fancy and had a lot of buttons, but alas, you made due and are now stepping out into the backyard, hands full of watermelon juice. Two with just a pinch of the rum you found in the built in wine cooler by the dishwasher, one with a spill proof lid.

It's your day off from the god forsaken grocery store, and the sun is beating hot outside, but the light breeze makes it bearable. The pool a little ways away gets more and more tempting as the heat sends waves to your bare arms and back. The bikini top you’re wearing basically useless as protection from the sun.

Good thing you’ve got a certain someone to sunscreen your back for you.

Jeongguk is shirtless, his sleeve on full display. His long hair is being held back by a baseball cap, and he’s got his gardening gloves on. You watch as he uses the back of his tattooed arm to wipe at some of the sweat dripping down the side of his face. He looks sunkissed and just edible.

You reign your thoughts in however when your eyes move next to him.

Little Nari is sat on a small blanket with a portable umbrella keeping her in a small patch of cool shade, her little toes dangling off the edge and digging into the small pile of soil that Jeongguk provided her to play in. He even put a few weeds and some of the flowers that were on their last few days of life into the mix. Nari digs one out with her pudgy little hands and squeals as she raises her hand for her dad to see.

Jeongguk, the ever doting father, takes in his baby and laughs when he sees that her overly large sun cap has fallen into her eyes. He adjusts it on her head, and you hear him give a playful gasp as you get closer.

“Oh so pretty, little flower,” he coos, “Is that for me?”

Nari snatches her hand away from him. “Nuuuuw, Da,” she shakes her head with so much force her whole little body jiggles, her round tummy on display in a tiny bikini of her own.

You smile to yourself and you take a seat with Nari on her blanket, stealing a bit of her shade. You hand Jeongguk his drink with a soft grin, and he smiles back at you, soft and sweet as he takes the glass.

“Oooh look what ___ brought for us,” he says, to Nari, “What do you say?”

Nari whips her head around to you like she didn’t notice you sit right next to her. She giggles, baby gurgles sounding in the backyard air. She claps her hands as she smiles at you her round doe-eyes squeezing shut in glee. That’s when she seems to remember the small blossom in her hand.

Her eyes go wide and her mouth parts in a small ‘o’ before she extends the flower to you.

“Buuu?”

You bend down to her level, and she tucks the flower into your hair as best she can with her baby motor skills and then wacks at her dad’s knee.

Jeongguk glances over at you as you grab a nearby watering can and use it to clean Nari’s hands before handing her her juice. She suckles on the sippy straw until she absolutely has to stop, gasping and taking deep breaths before getting right back to her sweet treat.

Her dad glances between her and you trying to figure out why his daughter tried to get his attention. His face falls and he gives a playfully annoyed expression.

“You know,” he starts, “Maybe Daddy wants a flower every once in a while.”

Nari is unbothered as she fists her sippy cup in one hand and the other goes right back into the dirt.

You giggle as you sip your drink and then lean back some, resting on your free hand. “You have the prettiest flower all to yourself already,” you say, nodding in Nari’s direction.

Jeongguk’s face softens, and he goes from looking at you to his little baby. He laughs quietly as he pinches her tummy. She giggles and some watermelon juice dribbles down her chin, unable to swallow before getting attacked by her daddy’s tickles.

Her hiccuping babbles and baby giggles are contagious, and you can’t help but join along. Nari puts up with her dad’s pestering for a good amount of time before she screeches and holds up a tiny dirt covered hand, as if saying ‘stop’.

“Nuw, Da,” she babbles. She’s getting closer and closer to talking as the days pass, even in the short months that you’ve been coming around, she’s already made progress.

Jeongguk’s eyes shine with laughter as he nods, a closed lipped smile holding in his own giggles. “Oh, okay, sorry,” he tells her, flicking his eyes to you before back to Nari, “Carry on, the weeds aren’t gonna pull themselves Miss Nari,” he gestures to her pile of dirt. Nari nods, a diligent little weed puller indeed.

“Hey,” you whisper after a few moments, the both of them back to work, “Gguk.”

He turns to you, a question on his face. You don’t respond right away, just smile at him and he gives in, leaning back and angling himself towards you. Nari sat between your bodies, in front of you.

He’s resting on his elbow, his upper half in the shade with you. He smiles up at you lazily. “What’s up?”

You glance at Nari making sure she’s distracted, and then you flip his cap so it’s backwards, before placing a small hand onto his hot, red face. You angle him towards you and it warms your heart at just how easily he goes with you and lets his eyes fall shut, already knowing what’s about to happen.

You kiss him softly, before deepening the kiss just a bit before pulling away. He tastes sweet like watermelon, slightly salty from the sweat on his upper lip.

He hums, eyes still closed a soft smile still on his mouth. “What was that for?”

You pat his cheek and flip his hat back around. “Just because,” you say quietly. Then you wrinkle your nose. “You’re so sweaty.”

He nods, unashamed. “Working hard.”

You glance at the tempting pool. “Why don’t we ever go in there?”

He hums. “Nari doesn’t like the water, and I don’t do anything without her.”

A little idea forms in your head. “I bet if I go in, she’ll go in.”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”

You nod. “I win, we… you know,” you raise your eyebrows at him. He blushes a little, but a ghost of a smile dances on his lips. “You win, we still… you know.”

He gives you a knowing look, plucks his gardening gloves off before he uses the arm he’s not leaning on to reach over and adjust the flower Nari put in your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “Are you sure you can be quiet enough while we… you know?”

With an excited grin you nod and run to the outside pool shed to grab Nari’s floaties. That baby will be a little mermaid by the time the sun goes down.

~~~

aha!! a little drabble to update you guys on dilf jk, since he do be living in our heads rent free. so to answer the q: they are together but not together together. i have a longer one shot in my brain that includes more plot and actual smut, but idk when i'll get around to writing it so hopefully this will hold u guys over till then !! sry for the blue balls, but just so u know jk had to cover oc's mouth and he might've scolded her while they were... you know... "I thought I told you to be quiet?" :o ok byee

also i hope u like it :) if u did, pls do all the things: like, reblog, comment, share, send an ask~~ as always i love hearing ur thoughts and talking to u :*

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skiiyoomin · 3 years

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Content: gn!reader, swearing, fluff

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

ღJungkook as your boyfriend

tbh, he was too scared to approach you

his hyungs had to force him to talk to you

very very nervous

eventually he opened up and yeah, now you have the chaotic side of him

almost shit his pants when he confessed 🤡

extremly relieved to know you like him back

and now he´s all shy again

loving him is like a rollercoaster tbh

a good one tho :)

a lot of inside dates

i think he´d rather stay at home all comfy with you rather than going out

although he doesn´t mind doing something crazy every once in a while

but his ult favorite dates are video game dates with a shit ton of snack 😫

you guys have a lot of inside jokes

and use them in front of the members to confuse them

yall love teasing them too like give em a break

but you tease each other just as much

l o v e s making you flustered, it makes his heart swell and he can´t help his adorable bunny smile dvfqg

he´s got an attitude and always gives his hyungs sass but you´re really the only one to make him cool down

the memebers as well as Jungkook himself appreciate that a lot ;)

but his competitive side is wild aff

if he wants something he´s gonna get it

Jk is a shy boi so PDA isn´t his thing

unless he has to prove someone you´re his

if he senses someone eyeing you, he´ll pull you close to him and glare at the person

no one can steal you away >:(

at home tho, it´s a whole other story

clingy af

but you can´t complain

biggest baby when you cuddle

he gets all pouty when you need to get up :(

please squish his cheeks and give him big smooched everywhere

they make him feel so loved and warm sobs

expect lots of compliments and praises

he loves you soo much and hates seeing you bring yourself down

so instead he´s gonna bring you up >:D

pls do the same to him tho

it makes him feel so special when you praise him and tell him how proud you are of his hard work :,)

it´s given that he has immaculate taste in fashion, so yall often go out to buy clothes

makes you try on all sorts of outfits

takes a whole bunch of pictures too

one of your most frequent activites is late night driving with a relaxing playlist he created

ok but imagine him driving with a hand on your thigh and rubbing circles with his thumb plsss imma die now

he´s pretty rational so i don´t see argument happening all that much

it´s all usually over stupid things that you get over by the end of the day

his kisses are always so sweet :,)

he´s a sucker for eskimo kisses and you cannot change my mind

after a tiring day, all he wants is to lay down on the sofa while you run your fingers through his hair and whisper sweet nothings to make him sleep shit i cried

he sometimes gets so giggly after kissing you and can´t help but go back in for more kisses but this time with a big smile on his face

honey you´re lucky af having jungkook as your boyfriend

he treats you like the fucking royalty you are and never ever makes you feel bad

all in all, Jungkook supremacy :)

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maybanksslut · 3 years

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Dating Tommy Shelby would include...

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and smoking :)

Ok pls watch me drop everything to write this bc I'm married to cillian murphy <3

First of all, how the two of you met

One night, you’d be alone in one of Birmingham’s many pubs, drowning down the sorrow you felt after fighting with your father, who was visibly upset with you for not being married

He’d been talking about marriage with you for weeks and you grew tired of having to tell him the same thing every day

“I don’t want to get married, dad, there’s no one I love!”

Of course, he’d think that was bullshit and tell you marriage wasn’t an act of love, rather a business that was supposed to tie two families together

This angered you, so here you were, drinking your pain away

And just as you’d got seated and ordered some Irish whiskey, a certain Shelby walked into the pub

Perhaps it was fate, perhaps a mere accident, but no matter what it was, it changed your life forever

“May I sit here?”

You were quick to realize he was a peaky Blinder by the way he was dressed

And by the way everyone appeared to shiver when he entered the pub, you concluded that he must be one of the Shelbys as well

“Only if you promise not to get blood on my dress”

To be honest, he was taken aback by your joke, expecting more of a nervous smile or a look filled with lust, like other women seemed to give him

He was immediately intrigued by you and made it his goal to get to know you better by the end of the night

Tommy tried to be a gentleman, he paid for your drinks, offered you cigarettes, and referred to you as “Mrs”

Until you told him you weren’t married, that is

His jaw (his jawline is perfect tho can we talk about that?) practically dropped, because how could such a beautiful woman like you not have a husband?

At the same time, he was happy, because this meant he could have a chance of making you his forever

Which, he realized later, was something he did wish to do

Tommy fell himself falling for you more and more every day, he just adored your smile, your laugh, the way you weren’t afraid of him, but rather treated him as a close friend

Yes, he was entirely enamored with you, and he knew he had to make a move before anyone else did

He often took you on horse rides or to restaurants to hear your voice, and he loved to hear you talk

“What about that horse race you went to last week, eh? Can you tell me more about it? I don’t quite remember”

He didn’t officially ask you to be his lover before you’d known each other for three months

His feelings for you were a big burden when he kept them a secret, and so was keeping your friendship from both of your families

Therefore, one night as you walked through the empty streets of Birmingham, he confessed to you

“The truth is, y/n, I am in love with you and I want you to be mine. What do you say, eh?”

You were stunned when you heard those words come out of his mouth

You’d never expected this coming, even though you had for some time now felt a stronger connection to Tommy than just a friendly one

Furthermore, the way he said it made your breath tremble. You could almost feel the passion burning its way through his confession

You could feel all the atoms in your body craving him and his love, but you couldn’t utter a words

So instead, you gently caressed his cheeks and kissed him, as if you were trying to pour everything you wanted to say into his mind by this sweet embrace

It took the both of you some time to cool down after the kiss, but when you did, the two of you grinned like idiots

“I love you, too, Tommy Shelby”

He’d carry you home and properly introduce himself to your father the second he got the chance

Your father would be so surprised, because of who you’d brought home

But he’d also be so happy (mostly because Tommy is rich, but also because his daughter finally had found someone)

He and Tommy ended up getting along quite nicely, though you saw his jaw (again he can cut me with that jaw) clench a couple of times when he mentioned the word “thugs” about some of his peaky boys

Before he left that night he kissed you so softly and romantically you thought you’d FAINT

Luckily, you didn’t, but you dreamt about him after you went to sleep

Sometime later, Tommy pushed aside his hesitations and decided to introduce you to his family

“Darling, I beg of you, don’t let them scare you away, eh?”

“Why would they scare me away? If they’re anything like you, I’m sure I’ll love them”

You’d be fascinated by all of his family members because they all appeared to be very interesting people

John would be the first one to talk to you, his outgoing personality very evident after even only a few seconds of conversation

You did enjoy his company, though you had to admit, he was kind of intimidating with his strong voice and loud laugh

Next on the list was Polly, the woman you’d heard so much about, yet knew nothing of

She was the one that you’d were afraid to meet the most, a sue she seemed so majestic and proud in her red dress and high eyebrows

Her personality was the complete opposite of what you’d expected

“Oh my god, you must be y/n! You’re gorgeous, my love! Oh, come here for a hug, my dear”

Her friendliness was overwhelming, yet it warmed your heart deeply to see that she cared for you after such little interaction

It was comforting how she took you under her wing, introducing you to the other family members while Tommy went to talk with his brothers

After the night was over, you’d befriended Ada and learned not to get on Arthur’s bad side

It was an evening full of emotions and feelings, but it was one of the best ones in your life, so you were quick to thank Tommy for making you the luckiest woman in England

“Don’t thank me, sweetheart, you’re the one who made my life brighter”

It took Thomas four weeks to propose to you

He loved you and he needed no time to know that you were his true love and he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side

It was one night you’d spent together in bed, talking about anything and everything, stealing kisses from each other now and then

Suddenly Tommy’s face turned more serious

“I want you to marry me, y/n”

“What?”

“I want you to marry me. I want to show the whole world how much you mean to me. I want to spend the rest of my life in your arms, holding your hand and kissing your lips. I want to start a family with you and I want you, forever.”

You agreed immediately, tears in your eyes as you looked into the eye of your future husband and thought of the life you’d build together

It was perfect.

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Fanfic idea! Natasha and Kate have been growing close to each other, much to Yelena's annoyance. When Kate is once again 'claiming' her sister, the blonde goes to Kate and says mean things to make her back off, and succeeds. However, as the archer leaves to go sob in her room, it's the first time Natasha is angry and disappointed with her sister and follows Kate to her room. She sits with her, comforts her, hugs her, basically takes the role of a big sister to make her feel better. Even throws in a few tickles to see that fond smile once again. To both their surprises, Yelena comes to the room on her own, and apologizes for the things she has said. Natasha has never been prouder, and Kate once again has hope for a friendship with Yelena

Good ending pls, ok thanks I love u

A/N: Okay, so I loved writing this angst way more than I probably should have 🤣 Something about Tasha comforting Kate like she's yet another baby sister just makes my heart melt 💖 And Yelena maybe is slowly starting to see Kate as maybe a friend. Like... slightly a friend 😂🤣

Thank you so much for this request! I love you, too, girl 💖 I hope you enjoy! 🥰

Word Count: 6470

Natasha was heading through the halls, aiming to go and meet up with Yelena to start heading back to their house. Natasha had just been through some training with Kate earlier, and she thought that Yelena was probably up playing video games in the upper levels of the compound. Once Natasha had finished working with Kate, she had taken a shower, and on her way to go find Yelena, she had then gotten caught up talking to Steve for a little while.

By now, Natasha was more than ready to get home and spend some time just one on one with her baby sister.

However, as Natasha approached the main room, she heard a very familiar voice shouting in a manner that was definitely not her usual teasing yell or her frustrated ranting about the video game she was playing. It was very much an angry Yelena, and Natasha hurried her pace, listening closely as she approached the main room quickly.

“Look, I’m sick to death of people trying to steal my sister and messing up my family,” Yelena’s voice snarled loudly from the other room, and Natasha furrowed her brow, rushing over to the doorway as she looked in. As soon as she was there, she could not help but just gape at the situation before her.

Yelena was at attention, tension in every muscle of her body as she stared Kate down, and the taller girl just gaped at Yelena in horror. There was fear in Kate’s gaze, and she looked like a scolded puppy as she cowered just a little underneath Yelena’s ire.

“I wasn’t stealing her! All I did was train with her! I look up to her!” Kate yelped in defense, trying her best to get Yelena to ease off of her. Natasha just stared at the both of them, her jaw slackened as she took the disaster before her all in.

“Why don’t you just go home, Kate Bishop? Go home to your mommy,” Yelena taunted, practically bristling as she allowed that crueler, darker side of herself to show. It was the one that Natasha never got to see but the one that she knew lurked underneath those many layers of humor and deflection of trauma. Natasha was honestly baffled at what she had walked into, her eyes wide as she looked between the two girls.

“But I guess you don’t have a mommy to run home to, do you?” Yelena aggressively asserted, and Kate swallowed hard, shrinking underneath the heat of Yelena’s gaze despite the fact that the brunette was taller than her. Kate clenched her fists, her chin warbling a little as she tried her best to hold herself together as she looked back at Yelena.

“I did what was right, and this is my home just as much as it’s yours,” Kate replied, her voice shaking but her resolve strangely strong. Natasha gazed at the both of them, trying to ensure that she had a good enough understanding of what was going on to interfere with their fight.

“I’ve been here longer than you, Kate Bishop. My sister has been here longer than both of us, and so at least I get an automatic right to be here because she’s my sister. Mine,” Yelena growled insistently, her eyes ablaze as she moved into Kate’s space, her eyes boring holes into the younger girl’s.

Kate squinted hard, trying her best to avoid crying in front of Yelena, and Natasha felt her heart breaking for the poor girl. Yelena just remained glaring at her coldly. Natasha immediately hurried in, not about to let this go on any further.

Yelena did not even hear her come in, and Natasha quickly paused behind the blonde as Kate wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

“Y’know, Yelena… I respect your relationship with your sister more than anything. I would never try to come between you two or take her away from you. But I care about Natasha. And I care about you. No matter what a bad decision that is,” Kate admitted, her voice finally cracking as she quickly turned away from Yelena and headed off quickly in the direction of her room. Natasha barely caught the sounds of a heart-wrenching sob before Kate was out of earshot.

Natasha swallowed hard, her eyes hardening as she felt a sharp wave of disappointment wash over her as a result of her baby sister’s behavior. Yelena turned quickly, hearing the deep sigh that Natasha released suddenly. Yelena just gazed at Natasha blankly, uncomfortableness radiating off of her as she kept a stubborn countenance about her. Natasha’s jaw set as she just glared quietly at her baby sister.

“How much of that did you hear?” Yelena questioned finally, her voice stiff and somewhat cold. However, Natasha could hear the trepidation and the deep concern in the undertones.

“Enough to know that you had no right to say any of those things to her,” Natasha firmly replied to her, and a small flash of panic ran through Yelena’s gaze as she fully realized that Natasha was indeed actually angry with her. However, Yelena quickly controlled her expression, her eyebrows furrowing as she grew angrier and got on the defensive.

“Natashka, you don’t get it. She’s taking up your time, talking about you all the time, and she’s just… Taking you from me!” Yelena tried to explain as she stepped closer to Natasha, her hands moving as she attempted to accentuate her words. Natasha let out a breath, feeling a wave of rage starting to overcome her.

Natasha had never really allowed herself to get completely angry with Yelena. However, right now, the disappointment and anger were rising up so hotly within her that she could not exactly hold the emotions back.

“I understand that there are some things that you have a hard time with. I understand that you have a hard time with other females talking to me and spending time with me. I understand all of that, and I allow you to work through those issues in your own time,” Natasha told her, her voice hard and unhappy as she addressed the blonde.

“But what I don’t understand is why in the world that you had to say all that to her. Bringing up her arrested mother and throwing that in her face? The mother that she had to arrest herself? Yelena, that was a hard decision for her, and she struggles with it all the time, even now!” Natasha declared strongly, her tone raising just a little as she glared at Yelena.

She was honestly unable to believe Yelena’s audacity despite the fact that Yelena could be mean sometimes. Natasha had never really witnessed this side of her since they first reunited. And even then, it was not nearly as aggressive as this version of her that she just saw today.

“And this isn’t her home?! What are you thinking?! That was insensitive and just completely unnecessary!” Natasha declared, her voice raising even more loudly as she moved a bit nearer to Yelena. Yelena’s mouth fell ajar the slightest bit, her eyes widening a little in offense.

However, Yelena’s eyes quickly narrowed, growing steely as she glared at Natasha, and her jaw set stubbornly in defiance as she almost bared her teeth.

“Of course! Why would you understand?! You’re always defending her! Always! Do you know how hurtful it is when my own sister doesn’t even pick my side?! You just have to go and be the hero,” Yelena mocked, her entire countenance twisted into a hateful, angry look. Natasha’s gaze grew angrier as she stared down the blonde.

“Yelena, you know that is not how it is. Kate needs me because she can’t defend herself well,” Natasha replied, her voice growing louder, and Yelena’s eyes immediately reflected deep hurt and fury as she stepped into Natasha’s space.

“So what? She needs defending from me? You’d turn on your own sister to protect some bratty rich kid?!” Yelena demanded, practically yelling in Natasha’s face as she moved impossibly closer, her eyes burning holes into Natasha’s. Natasha clenched her teeth, straightening as she looked Yelena in those roasting honey greens.

She understood better about why Yelena was so upset at this point. Yelena felt that Natasha had been choosing Kate over her, and she felt that Kate was taking Natasha away from her. It was all stemming from Yelena’s Red Room insecurities.

With those admissions, most of Natasha’s anger dissipated. However, her disappointment was still very much present within her. She felt that Yelena could have afforded to be a little kinder to Kate despite those insecurities.

“Yelena, I’m not arguing with you about this any further. You need to calm down, and I have to go see if Kate’s okay. I can’t talk to you rationally when you’re like this,” Natasha replied after several beats of silence, letting out a sigh of finality as she just stared at Yelena with a hardness in her eyes as she forced some semblance of firmness in her tone and in her gaze.

Yelena sharply breathed in, gaping at the redhead blankly. To Natasha’s surprise, Yelena suddenly resembled a lost, afraid child as her eyes widened and her jaw slackened a little. Her eyes even grew the slightest bit glassy as she gazed at Natasha.

Natasha let out a deep breath, moving around the blonde and leaving her in the living room. She felt Yelena’s gaze heavily locked onto her back as she exited, and she forced everything within her to just keep walking.

As much as it hurt her to do it, she had to leave Yelena alone if the both of them were going to calm down enough to discuss the issue with the level-headedness that it deserved. Plus, she did not want either one of them throwing insults that they did not mean. Natasha did not want to hurt Yelena’s feelings in the heat of anger, and she did not want Yelena to accidentally get carried away and say something she would regret.

Natasha immediately made a beeline for Kate’s room, knowing that the brunette likely retreated there. After all, it had been the direction the girl was heading earlier when she ran off.

Before long, Natasha quickly arrived at Kate’s little apartment door, and she knocked on the door gently, hearing the muffled sobs even from outside the door. Natasha took in a breath, preparing herself emotionally to handle all of this despite the fact that she felt her heart was being ripped out of her chest both from Kate’s pain and from her argument with Yelena just a few moments ago.

“Kate… It’s Natasha. Can I come in?” Natasha asked, raising her voice a little to hopefully be heard over the sobs. However, Kate just kept crying, seemingly not hearing her, and Natasha felt her heart breaking for the brunette.

“Kate… Please let me in,” Natasha spoke up, and Kate still did not seem to hear her words. Natasha let out a small sigh. She knew Kate was probably so absorbed in her pain and was probably too far away in her apartment to actually hear her from outside the door.

“I’m coming in, okay?” Natasha declared loudly before opening the door gently and starting inside the apartment. She shut the door behind her quietly before wandering through Kate’s small apartment in the compound. Natasha headed through the small hallway to Kate’s room where the noises of heartbreaking tears were sounding off the loudest.

Natasha pushed the already cracked open door so that it was ajar enough for her to slip through almost soundlessly. Kate was on her bed, her head on her arms as her shoulders shook pitifully. Natasha immediately felt her heart hurting for the kid, and she approached her gently.

“Kate… Sweetie,” Natasha whispered just barely as she slid on the bed next to Kate, her hand immediately going to touch Kate’s back gently. Kate hiccupped, flinching a little at the touch. She raised up quickly, meeting Natasha’s eyes with her tearstained yet surprised gaze.

Natasha just eyed her gently, trying to let down some of her walls since she knew Kate needed softness and affection right now. She knew she could trust Kate and allow herself to pull those walls down since the kid was so sweet and so big-hearted. Kate just eyed her with only the most pain in those beautiful, empathetic gunmetal blues.

“Natasha, I’m… Yelena—” Kate let out a strangled sob, dropping her head and Natasha almost felt like crying herself at the poor girl’s pain. She very hesitantly reached out to Kate, her hands grabbing her shoulders softly as she guided the poor kid into her arms. It was the first time she had ever really hugged Kate like this, so she was somewhat worried how the girl would react to her.

However, Kate only froze for just a split second before suddenly melting into her so heavily that it almost surprised Natasha. Kate grabbed onto her, trying to clamber closer as she sought out comfort that she had been without for far too long. Natasha let her burrow into her despite the fact that the girl was so much taller than her, and Natasha drug her nearer, letting the brunette hide her face.

“I know, I know… It’s okay,” Natasha assured her, trying to calm her down as she just held Kate tightly.

Natasha knew how alone Kate felt. She knew how the girl no doubt was hurting horribly from having to imprison the only family she had, and Natasha herself knew how hard it could be to come to a new place and try to make it home. Natasha also completely understood how painful it could be when people made one feel as if they did not belong.

Kate clung to her, drinking in the affection as if she would never be offered another drop. It was at that moment that Natasha immediately realized that Kate was desperately in need of affection. It was likely a need that developed more fully after losing her mother.

Either way, Natasha was more than willing to offer the affection to the poor kid as much as she needed it whenever she needed it. Natasha was just going to have to make a greater point to offer hugs and things to her since she needed it so badly.

“I’m sorry, Natasha, I shouldn’t—” Kate started to very hesitantly try to pull herself away, her voice strangled and pained. However, Natasha tightened her grip, keeping Kate squished against her. She could sense how badly that Kate did not want to leave the embrace despite the fact that she was moving away from her.

“No, don’t be sorry. I want to be here for you, sweetie,” Natasha whispered, purposefully choosing a name that would be unique from the ones she called Yelena so that she would not be reminding the brunette of her.

“But Yelena’s going to be so mad.”

“I don’t care. You need this, and Yelena’s just going to have to accept that,” Natasha firmly asserted, pain running through her as she thought of her sister more fully.

She knew Yelena was in great pain right now as well, but Natasha knew that she had to fix this situation first before she went to Yelena. It was best for both Natasha and Yelena when they spoke with level-heads because they both had a tendency to snap and say things they did not mean.

Kate let out a harsh sob before burying her face in Natasha’s shoulder, her long dark hair cascading over her back and tickling at Natasha’s face. Natasha rubbed her back affectionately, her other arm looped underneath Kate’s and cradling her head against her. Kate’s arms were thrown around her neck, and Natasha just rocked the both of them softly on the bed, trying to think of anything to calm Kate at least a little.

“Natasha, I don’t belong here,” Kate heartbrokenly admitted finally, her voice thick and pained.

“Kate, you—”

“Nobody wants me here. I don’t fit in. I had to beg Clint to get me a place to stay here, and almost every day, Yelena’s,” Kate immediately paused, seeming to realize who she was talking to as she clammed up. Natasha shook her head, gently tugging at the ends of Kate’s hair.

“Don’t be scared to tell me. I know Yelena has faults, and you’re not hurting my feelings if you need to talk about it,” Natasha expressed honestly.

Natasha would defend Yelena to the bitter end, but when Yelena was actually in the wrong, she could not overlook that fact. And now was one of those moments that Yelena was definitely and indisputably in the wrong.

“Are you sure? I mean she’s your sister,” Kate pointed out shakily, and Natasha just nodded resolutely.

“Absolutely. You’re not hurting my feelings talking about Yelena. I love her dearly, but if she’s hurt you, I want you to feel safe to talk about it with me,” Natasha explained further, trying to give Kate the necessary confidence to push past the fact that Natasha was Yelena’s sister.

“It’s just that… Just when I think me and Yelena are getting along and maybe starting to be friends, she’s making sure that I know she doesn’t want me around,” Kate admitted, sounding deeply injured, and Natasha felt her stomach drop at the words. Natasha did not realize just how much that Yelena’s behavior had been hurting Kate.

She knew Yelena was secretly somewhat fond of Kate despite the fact that she loved to aggravate and annoy her. Yelena hated Kate when she was interfering with Yelena and Natasha’s time, but other than that, they did get along okay most of the time. Yelena definitely did not see Kate as any sort of good friend, but Natasha knew that they had a tentative friendship.

But she did not really realize that Kate could not see that Yelena had some fondness for her.

Of course, she guessed that Yelena’s fondness for Natasha and Peter were likely a lot easier to see. To Natasha, Yelena’s slight fondness for Kate was obvious both because she knew her and because she was more regularly on much more civil terms with Kate than with other female friends of Natasha’s.

“Yelena wants you around. She’s actually fond of you, Kate. Yelena’s just… She has a really hard time being friends with females and with sharing me at all,” Natasha explained carefully, trying to maneuver this situation carefully without telling too much about Yelena’s past.

“It’s got to do with our past, and it’s just… It’s really complicated, and it’s really not my place to tell you all the details,” Natasha tried to tell her gently, and Kate nodded just a bit against her shoulder, her hands still clutching at Natasha’s shirt as she listened carefully to her.

Natasha could feel Kate’s trepidation in remaining in her embrace, but she could also feel how the brunette was leaning into her heavily. Natasha knew that this was just a new step of their relationship and Kate did not know how to exactly navigate it. The only reason that Natasha was not quite as clueless as her was because she was incredibly good at reading people as a result of her training.

“Kate, this is your home. Clint wouldn’t have agreed if he didn’t already want to bring you here. He’s my best friend, and I know him better than anyone except his wife. And even then, I know some sides of him that she and probably even Clint himself doesn’t,” Natasha explained carefully, and Kate let out a shaky breath, tears still threatening to escape her.

“You belong here because you have a heart of a hero. Very few people have the courage to do what you’ve done and keep going and pushing through with a smile on their face,” Natasha gently expressed, digging inside of her for the vulnerability to be able to express her deepest thoughts and feelings about the poor kid. She knew Kate needed to hear it. Kate sniffed hard, starting to tremble just a little with the words.

“You deserve to be here with all of us. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” Natasha assured her strongly, and it was then that Kate broke down into sobs yet again, hanging onto Natasha for dear life. Natasha just held her in return, her nose nuzzling against the side of Kate’s head just barely as she offered her comfort.

As much as she wanted to give Kate comfort and as much as she felt that she needed to be there for her, she could not help but also wonder how Yelena was doing right now, her heart tugging painfully for her baby sister.

Little did she know, Yelena was a mess.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Yelena stalked into her room that she shared with Natasha in the compound. She was immediately hit hard with Natasha’s scent, something that the room had never really been able to shake even though Yelena slept in it as well. It was largely because Natasha had lived in it for a longer time than Yelena had shared it with her.

She quickly froze, however, as her eyes locked onto a teddy bear that Kate had gifted to Natasha. It was something that Kate had just happened to win at some silly fair that Kate, Natasha, Yelena, Carol, and Wanda had gone to. Kate had been so excited that she won it with Natasha’s guidance on how to throw, and she had given the bear to Natasha to thank her. It had meant a lot to Natasha, and while a part of Yelena was happy for her sister, another part of her was angry that Kate had given to her and gained such approval from the redhead.

Yelena gritted her teeth at the reminder of the occasion when so much of her big sister’s attention had been taken away from her, snarling under her breath as she narrowed her eyes at the bear with its taunting smiling face sewed onto it. As she grew increasingly furious, Yelena finally lashed out, grabbing the bear and yelling angrily as she threw the thing as hard as she could against the wall near the bed.

Naturally, it did not break the bear or do any damage to wall, and the bear fell harmlessly to the ground. Yelena let out a roar of anger, her eyes blazing as her chest heaved. Blood was pumping through her ears and her heart was beating much too fast with the emotion.

But quickly, her anger faded away, and she lost her resolve as hurt and fear started to take precedence.

Yelena grabbed at her head, shutting her eyes tightly as she collapsed next to the bed with her back against the side of it as she sat on the floor. Yelena let out a low whine, tears coming to her eyes as her nails dug into her scalp as she mentally begged her mind to stop being so painfully loud.

Her thoughts were flying a million places.

How could Yelena have done it? Natasha never got mad at her. She almost never lost her patience, and she always understood Yelena. Yelena could not believe that she had somehow managed to turn her sister against her.

And all over Kate Bishop.

Yelena had noticed how Kate and Natasha have been getting closer. It bothered her greatly, but she did not actually vocalize her feelings until Kate and Natasha actually started spending more time together.

Just that day, what had triggered Yelena’s anger was how Natasha had left Yelena upstairs to play video games in the name of going downstairs to train. Yelena had not asked if she was training with anyone else, and Natasha had not mentioned it.

However, just as Yelena had turned off her console to go downstairs and join her, Kate had come bounding upstairs, a ridiculously huge smile on her face and a pep in her step. She had gone in there and sat down with Yelena, and the blonde had pretended to be invested in her phone as she sat down to halfway listen to Kate talk.

It was during the course of Kate’s mostly one-sided conversation that she explained how she and Natasha had been practicing new moves together and she went on and on about how kind and great Natasha was and how Natasha was an even better fighter than Clint.

After a certain amount of this, Yelena had finally seen red when Kate innocently brought up how Natasha said she was getting so much better and she was proud of her.

She had gone off on the girl, her feelings of insecurity overwhelming her.

And Natasha had overheard her.

Tears ran down Yelena’s face at the mere thought of Natasha’s reaction, and she shook miserably as she held her head more tightly, her nails digging into herself with far too much pressure.

In hindsight, Yelena honestly felt just a little bad about saying that to Kate. However, she was even more upset about the fact that she had hurt Natasha and made her angry with her.

Yelena could not lose Natasha’s favor. She could not lose her place as Natasha’s number one. It was the best ranking she had ever received and whenever any other female even entered the rankings in Natasha’s world, Yelena felt a panic that overcame her and kept her from acting rationally. She could not let anyone replace her. Girls that did not fight for number one would lose their place and another girl would take the prize right from underneath their noses.

Yelena was not about to let anyone take Natasha away from her no matter who she had to step on to keep her place.

But Natasha was angry at her for fighting for her. For stepping on someone to keep that place.

Natasha always said Yelena would always be number one for her, but it was so hard to remember that she did not have to fight for it. A part of her, even knowing that, still feared that Natasha would grow closer with someone else and prefer to spend her time with some other female friend instead of her.

Yelena’s worst fear was losing Natasha again, and she was losing her now because she had reacted the way she did. Yelena knew that realistically Kate had never really ever tried to steal Natasha from her or take Natasha’s attention away from Yelena. However, she did see that Natasha was choosing to spend more time with Kate, and it hurt her even though Natasha ensured that it never kept her and Yelena apart.

The way Natasha looked at her just a little earlier was like she was the bad guy. Natasha had never looked at her like that. Natasha had never just been outwardly angry with her like that. Granted, Natasha had been frustrated and irritated with her before, but never just completely infuriated with her.

And that disappointment in Natasha’s eyes ripped Yelena’s heart out of her chest. Yelena had seen disappointment in Natasha’s face when she looked at Tony and Steve during their bickering or even at Clint when he was assisting Yelena in her teasing of Kate, but Yelena had never been the recipient of Natasha’s disappointment.

Today was just a really bad day for Yelena. She felt like the world’s biggest failure for managing to accomplish earning Natasha’s disappointment and her anger for the first time all within one day.

Yelena let her hands finally slowly fall away from her head as she sniffed hard, wiping her eyes with her sleeve as she tried her best to hold herself together. She could see the bits of red underneath her blunt, shortened nails, and she tried her best to ignore it despite the soreness from where they had just been dug into her skin.

She had to get Natasha back. She had to get her to forgive her.

But what if it was too late? What would she need to do to get Natasha’s forgiveness? She had never had to get Natasha to forgive her when the redhead was truly angry about something she had done.

Yelena wiped at her nose insistently, shifting her gaze over to the bear in the floor nearby her. She very hesitantly reached out to it, grabbing it in her hands and examining it carefully as she stared it down.

It just smiled back at her with that frustratingly consistent optimism and positivity.

As irritating as it was, the bear was so representative of Kate in every way. It kept a smile on its face no matter how many times that Yelena tried to hurt it or cast it away from her. It was even colored purple like Kate’s aesthetic.

Yelena swallowed, looking at the bear as she squeezed it just a little and tried to control her emotions. She knew that she had hurt Kate’s feelings much too deeply and she had stepped over the line way too far.

Yelena pulled herself up onto her feet, holding the bear in her hands. She ambled over to the dresser where the bear always rested, and she placed it where it had been resting when she came in. She ruffled its fur so that its fluff was more even across it.

The blonde let out a deep sigh, looking down at the bear.

Yelena knew what she had to do. It was the only way she might could get Natasha to forgive her.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“Y’know… I think I understand why Yelena has a hard time sharing you and everything,” Kate finally spoke up after a long while.

Natasha had been holding her through the tears for quite some time, and Kate had steadily calmed herself over time, the brunette just clinging to her and taking deep breaths as she relaxed against the redhead. This was the first time that Kate had spoken since she had broken down into tears after Natasha told her she belonged there with everyone.

At Kate’s sudden statement, Natasha could not help but huff a little, confusion in her tone as she replied to Kate.

“Why’s that?” Natasha asked, and Kate giggled a little, sniffing as she recovered from her tears.

“You’re like… Really good at hugs,” Kate somewhat embarrassedly declared in that manner that was so innately honest and Kate-like that Natasha could not help but laugh just a little in reply to her. Natasha rubbed her back up and down, an affectionate grin tugging at her lips as she squeezed the girl in her arms.

“You’re sweet,” Natasha expressed, and Kate just laughed lightly before pulling away hesitantly. This time, Natasha let her go, just eyeing the girl carefully and allowing her care and concern to show in her eyes.

Kate wiped at her eyes before finally looking at Natasha, those beautiful gunmetal blues still shining a bit with a bloodshot sheen to them as she gazed back at Natasha.

“Thank you, Natasha… For being here for me,” Kate expressed, and such affection and awe was in her gaze that Natasha felt her heart warming at the sight of it. Natasha reached out to touch Kate’s shoulder gently.

“I’m here any time you need me, sweetie,” Natasha reassured, her gaze soft. Kate mustered the barest of smiles before dropping her gaze to the comforter where she was gently picking at the wrinkles in it.

Natasha just eyed her carefully, sensing that Kate had more to say, but leaving her to speak her mind of her own accord and in her own time. Kate finally swallowed, glancing up at Natasha.

“Yelena’s upset… And you’re here,” Kate expressed, and Natasha let out a sigh.

She could hear the unspoken question given away by Kate’s tone. Kate was asking why Natasha was not with Yelena and why she had picked Kate over Yelena. The truth was that Natasha had not really picked Kate over Yelena necessarily. She had just gone to the person that needed her the most in that moment.

“I’m giving Yelena some time to cool off. Besides… I think you might’ve needed a little cheering up,” Natasha spoke up with a slight shrug as she reached out and poked Kate’s side playfully. Kate immediately shrunk away from her finger, and Natasha’s lips curved into a knowing grin.

“A little ticklish, are we?” Natasha teased lightly, and Kate shook her head quickly. Natasha gently skittered her fingers across Kate’s side, and Kate immediately yelped a little, jumping away as giggles fell from between her lips. Natasha just chuckled a little in reply before opening an arm to allow Kate to move against her side.

Kate immediately looked ridiculously hopeful and happy, and she leaned into Natasha’s side immediately, nestling her head against Natasha’s shoulder. Natasha turned her head, letting her chin rest on Kate’s head where she had crumpled her taller form into Natasha’s side.

Kate let out a deep sigh that sounded almost defeated and unhappy. Natasha frowned a little, knowing the poor kid was likely thinking back to the argument with Yelena.

“Yelena will come around, sweetie. Don’t worry,” Natasha assured her, and Kate nodded just a little.

However, to both of their surprise, there was a sudden gentle knock on the bedroom door.

Natasha furrowed her brow a little, looking at it with a slight tilt of her head as she gazed at the door. She was not entirely sure who was about to come through it.

To her ultimate shock, the door suddenly opened just a little and a blonde head poked through the doorway. Yelena was standing there very uncomfortably, and Natasha’s eyes softened as she noted how Yelena could barely keep her gaze as her honey greens kept shifting between Natasha, Kate, and the floor.

“Umm… Can I come in?” Yelena hesitantly asked, and it was then that Natasha heard the wavering of her voice and the slight hoarseness that indicated that her baby sister had been crying. Kate immediately nodded against Natasha, pulling away a little as she straightened to sit next to Natasha.

Yelena shuffled through the door, shutting it behind her as she carefully came a bit closer to the two on the bed. As she grew nearer, Natasha could see the bloodshot look of her eyes, and Natasha’s heart broke at the sight.

“I came here to apologize, Kate,” Yelena started, straightening a little as she glanced between the two, and Kate just nodded a little, listening carefully to her words.

“I shouldn’t have said that about your mother… I crossed the line. I know how hard family is. Family’s complicated, right?” Yelena expressed, and Natasha realized that the words somehow meant something between the both of them as Kate brightened just a little with a slight nod and a crooked smile. It must have been some sort of inside joke or meaning that only the two of them understood.

“Yeah. Family’s complicated,” Kate replied, tilting her head a little. Yelena chuckled just barely, looking down at her hands as she inspected her fingers. She then looked back up at Kate, a sincerity shining in her eyes.

“This is your home. It is the Island of Misfit Toys, and we’ve all got a place here,” Yelena admitted finally, her voice somewhat strained, and Natasha knew how hard this had to be for her. Natasha, in fact, felt her heart swelling with pride as her baby sister so courageously powered through her pride to offer Kate an apology.

“So… I’m sorry, Kate Bishop,” Yelena expressed, and Kate nodded with the biggest smile that Natasha had seen from her since this whole mess began.

“I hope you can forgive me,” Yelena spoke, and this time, her eyes settled solely on Natasha. The redhead knew that Yelena had addressed that last statement just for her and that it was definitely not for Kate. Natasha nodded a little, allowing a large grin to come onto her face as her pride and adoration shone through for her baby sister.

She was so proud of Yelena for actually admitting she was wrong. And the fact that Yelena had come forth without any pushing from Natasha was a great step for the blonde.

Yelena immediately seemed to brighten just a little as she lifted her head a tiny bit higher with hope.

“I forgive you, Yelena,” Kate expressed, but Natasha could see that the brunette knew the last words were for Natasha alone. Natasha patted a spot on the bed next to her on the opposite side that Kate was on, and Yelena’s eyes shone with such hope and love that Natasha felt her heart aching.

Yelena ambled closer, moving onto the bed hesitantly as she kept her gaze locked on Natasha. Natasha reached out with a smile and grabbed her baby sister with her arm, pulling her close. Yelena took in a sharp breath before nestling as close as she could push herself, her nose unashamedly buried in Natasha’s neck as she breathed in deep gulps of her scent.

It was not lost on Natasha how Yelena’s fingers dug into her and how the hand that was settled on Natasha’s thigh had bloodied fingernails. Natasha felt her heart aching as she realized her sister must have had something akin to an episode while she was away from her, and the redhead pressed a kiss to Yelena’s head.

“Ya lyublyu tebya i ochen' gorzhus' toboy,”1 Natasha whispered to her, the words explicitly for Yelena as she transitioned to their mother tongue. Yelena immediately let out a small whine and pushed closer, the sound almost imperceptible if Natasha would not have been so close to her.

Natasha then hesitantly offered her other arm for Kate. Kate grinned at the realization that she was being invited to join in the hug, and Kate moved forward into Natasha’s side, her head resting on Natasha’s shoulder.

Natasha squeezed them both in her arms, a feeling of contentment washing over her as she smiled. She was so proud of both of them in such different ways. They both were growing into amazing heroes.

After a few beats of silence, Yelena finally spoke up, her voice a little muffled against Natasha.

“So… What do you say to maybe watching a movie here at the compound tonight, Katie-Bear?” Yelena asked, and Natasha huffed a little at the nickname as Kate just pulled away a little to gape at Yelena the best she could. Yelena repositioned her head against Natasha to peer at Kate mischievously with far too wicked intent for her own good.

“Sure… Yelena Banana,” Kate agreed but quickly shrunk back just a little with a guilty smile as Yelena glared at her halfheartedly.

“Don’t push your luck.”

(1) "I love you and I am so proud of you."

#natasha romanoff #yelena belova #widow sisters #kate bishop #black widow #black widow 2021 #natasha romanov #hawkeye #hawkeye 2021 #sisters #family #angst #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #platonic #platonic relationships #platonic relationship #friendship

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bitchylandtyphoon · 3 years

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Sugar on Honey🍯

A/N: Hellooo I hope you guys are doing great I just wanted to try writing a Jim Hopper fic since I barely see any like come on he's so fine and ugh. Ahem anyways pls enjoy the story if u have any recommendations feel free to comment! If u have a request feel free to send a message to me! I'm still new to Tumblr so I'm not really sure how to work any of this sorry about that! ------------------------------------❈---------------------------------------- Hopper didn’t understand how you were so calm with Eleven. He tried, he really did. He took care of Eleven as if he was her own but he couldn't be as gentle and soft as you were. “This is an apple ok? It's red, sweet and a fruit. This is a cucumber, it's green and a vegetable!” Hopper watched as you taught Eleven basic English. “Ok, now you try” You hold up a bunch of grapes. “These are...grapes, sweet, blue and...fruit?” Eleven guessed while squinting hard at the grapes. “Heyyyy not bad! You're doing great, you just mixed up purple with blue but no biggie. Do you wanna do another one?” You said encouragingly. Eleven nods and proceeds to pick another product to investigate. “Oooh~ Hopper watches as you two laugh and learn, he couldn't stop himself from smiling, he appreciated what you were doing especially since Eleven was on house arrest. You were the only one he could trust. He absentmindedly takes a sip of his dark coffee hissing as it was too hot to drink. “You ok?” Hopper looks up to see you looking at him with a worried expression on your face. He loved that face, it was pretty cute. He chuckled “Ye, just too hot to drink” “Be careful before you burn your tongue off for good” You start cleaning the food off of the ground. “Yeah yeah, I won't mom” Hopper jokes as he goes into the kitchen. “Very funny Hopper haha” You give a playful glare “What is so funny? Ha...ha?” Eleven asks, seeing you two joking around not understanding the sarcasm. “Oh it's just sarcasm honey, try finding it in the dictionary, you'll find the meaning there.” You give a gentle smile while pointing to the thick book. “Well, there you go word of the day.” Hopper comes back into the hall sitting in the big chair stirring his spoon in the white coffee-stained mug. You wondered how much coffee he really drinks in a day. “S-A-R-C-A-S-M? the use of i- irony to m-mock or con-convey contempt?” Eleven read trying to read the words correctly. She looked at you for guidance and approval. “Good job kid, you’re doing so well, I need to go now, be a good girl for me ok?” you kissed her crown and gave a hug feeling her arms slowly wrapping around your bottom. “Bye-bye now~” “Bye (Y/N)” Eleven gave a small shy smile as she watched you look for your coat. “Here you go, make sure to zip up” Hopper gives you your coat helping you put it on. “Mm thanks, Hopper” “You want a ride?” Hopper suggests side-eyeing you while he refills his coffee. “I think ill manage, il call if anything happens” “Nope nope it's freezing, not letting you go out alone especially when it's night,” He says sternly as he puts on his coat and boots grabbing his keys on the way to the door “I'll be fine-” “Come on, let's go” You sigh “Ok fine” You trudge to his truck knowing he wouldn't let you win the argument. Giving a small wave to Eleven through the window. You pull his hand stopping him from going too close to the truck. “What, what's wrong, did you forget something?” Hopper asked “No you did” Hopper gives you a confused look “Eleven” “What about her?” “You didn't tell her bye” You take your hand backcrossing it against your chest as you look at the chief disappointed. Hopper sighs and goes back to the house, you watch as he tells Eleven bye” “Happy?” He says with his arms out as he walks towards you. “Depends,” You say as you open the truck door. You wait until he starts the car and starts moving out of the parking area. “What did you tell her?” “What?” “What did you tell her?” “I told her to keep the doors locked, not go out, keep windows and curtains closed-” “Hopperrr” You interrupt him,

sighing with your head down “What have I told you, give be gentle with her. She’s smart and strong, she can handle herself if anything happens. All you have to do is give her a simple bye and a hug” You put a hand on his leg “I know you're trying Jim, I really do know that. I've seen some progress and I'm really happy for both of you. Don’t be so harsh on her ok? She’s just a kid” Hopper sighs calming under your touch. “I know, I know I just. I feel like if I don't be hard on her, she’ll run away, get in some serious trouble and go meet her boyfriend.” Hopper rolls his eyes thinking of Eleven and MIke together. “Well if I was on house arrest and a teenager I would've run away to see my boyfriend too,” You say taking your hand off of his leg. “No you wouldn’t, you wouldn't even go out to the park, you were too much of a wuss,” He says as he looks for something in his coat. You dramatically gasp “Ok first of all, you're right, I would've never run away. Second, I have strict parents and you know that. Third I am not a wuss I just like staying home,” you sigh “who am I kidding I hated going out and being around people, especially with those dumb kids running around” You shake your head thinking of how introverted you were as a kid. Hopper laughs, throwing his head back watching you jokingly pout at him. He takes a cigarette out of his right pocket. “Well you were always the kid in the back of the room, quiet and shy, never understood how you could keep your mouth shut for so long” You grab the cigarette out of his mouth throwing it away somewhere in the car making him give you a glare “You know how my parents are, “be quiet,” “be good,'' “do good in school”, “no boys”” You say, quoting your parents' famous words. “Well at least they raised a good person,” He said, giving a genuine compliment your way. “Hah, that was all my doing” Frowning remembering how horrible your parents were at raising a child. You saw Hopper turning the radio on. You knew what he was doing but you weren't going to stop him at all. He turned it to the classic rock channel starting to sing and rock his head. Ah, how you loved him. Hey hey baby when you walk that way, Watch your honey drip, can't keep away Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, ah, ahOh yeah, oh yeah, oh, ah, ah. “Here comes Jim Hopper, everyone missing members of Led Zeppelin'' You say as if there's a crowd. I gotta roll, can't stand still Got a flamin' heart, can't get my fill You laugh at how amusing he sounds, he's not half bad for the chief of police. Eyes that shine, burnin' red Dreams of you all through my head You throw your head back clutching your stomach, you just couldn't stop laughing. “Come on singggg, I know you know this one” Hopper says encouraging you to sing. “Noooo, are you crazy?!” You yell at him “Come onnnn” He pushes you You roll your eyes as he starts singing again. Hey, baby, oh baby, pretty baby Move me like you're doin' now- “Who knew the kitten could sing huh?” Hopper looks at you while you start singing with a big smile.

Didn't take too long 'fore I found out What people mean by down and out

Spent my money, took my car Started tellin' her friends she gonna be a star~ ------------------------------------❈---------------------------------------- “Thanks for the ride, really appreciate it Jim. Goodnight. Make sure to get some rest ok?” You say as you close the door “Yeah yeah mom, I get it” You give him a glare through the window door. Giving him a wave you turn around to your place. “Hold on!” You hear Hopper's voice shout behind you. Stopping in your tracks you turn around to see Hopper speed walking towards trying not to slip from the thick snow on the ground. The night was so beautiful, the snow was thick and flowing down like paper, it wasn't too cold but just cold enough to make the tip of your nose red. The street lights were on looking like yellow stars in the dark blue sky. It was perfect. “You forgot your bag,” He said, giving it to you. “Oh? OH thank you” you said, giving him a thankful smile while reaching for the bag. “It's fine, it's not like I'm gonna steal it now” Hopper chuckles putting his hands in his coat pockets. “Well, why would anyone steal a gift they gave to someone else?” You said giggling as you put the bag on. He grins “It looks good on you by the way, really suits you” “Oh, thanks” You blush at the comment while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was just thinking, you don't have to if you want, but I just wanted to ask you if u wanted to go on a date? I was thinking of a restaurant but only if u wanted to go there, we can go somewhere else, really up to you," he sighed "I'm gonna shut up now, have a goodnight” Hopper turned on his heel and started leaving but felt a tug on his coat. “I would love to go on a date with you Jim,” You said, giving him a gentle smile. You stood up on your tiptoes giving him a peck on the cheek. It felt different because of the stubble but you liked it. The butterflies in both of your stomachs were going crazy, fluttering around as if they were being chased by a bird. You wanted to stay in his warm embrace but fell back down due to the height difference.

“6 pm Friday at Johnnie's?” “I would love that, casual dress code?” “Why would we need a dress code?” He joked “Hoppperr” You hit his chest distancing yourself heading to your house. You stood on the porch seeing him waiting for you to go in your house safely. You lean against your doorway. “Goodnight Jim” God he loved it when you called him by Jim, it was like sugar on honey. “Goodnight kitten” You smiled at the nickname.

Heading inside you close the door, leaning against it. “EEEEEEEEEEE he actually asked me out, oh my god” You laugh at how excited you were acting. You couldn't wait. --------------------------------------❈-------------------------------------- Hopper headed to his truck getting in and turning the radio on. “Good job Hop, good job” He chuckled as he drove off. He couldn't wait.

#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper #stranger things #x reader #(y/n)#(y/n) x reader

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wonderlandhatter · 3 years

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Angelic in my clothes.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x femReader

Summary: Spencer knew a lot about a lot of thing and topics, but he doesn't know a lot about relationships, but you help him understand them.

Word count: 3400

Warnings: none, just a whole lot of fluff, itsy tinny bit of angst for like half a paragraph.

Prompt 4: “Why do you like stealing my clothes so much?"

A/N: ok but this was supposed to be a short little blurb, oops. anyways thanks for the request I hope this is ok, pls tell me if it wasn't what you'd imagined or feel free to send in another request.

A/N2: My old account got deleted so I'm just reposting my fics I would appreciate if you could bust this so i could get back to where my account was thank you for your time.

Taglist: @pinkdiamond1016

Spencer did not like not knowing, he knew he was smart, and he knew a lot about different topics, one topic he didn’t know a lot about though were relationships. He wasn’t very experienced with them and there’s only so much you can learn from books and Derek honestly wasn’t a great insight.

Since you two had started dating he had begun to understand some of these thigs, one of which he understood fairly quickly. Which was why couples loved cuddling so much, he had never been a person that expressed affection through touch because it made him uncomfortable, and you were very understanding of this and waited for him to be comfortable and took baby steps. The first time you properly cuddled was while watching doctor who on his couch, and you fell asleep lying there with him, all the statistic and worries about germs left his head, they were the last thing in his head at that moment, they had been drowned by the beauty of your sleeping form, for another time in this relationship you had taken all his thoughts out of his head and you were the only thing that mattered. Emily was truly right, a pretty girl and his IQ is slashed to nothing, but you weren’t just any pretty girl you were the single most wonderful person he had ever met and he didn’t care about his IQ slashing, you were all that mattered mattered now.

And then he knew why people liked it, it was comforting and the most wonderful feeling in the world, hearing your cute little snores, that you flat out deny even exist, and seeing your hand keep a tight hold of his shirt. He liked holding you, it made him feel close to you in a more intimate way. That’s when he knew for sure he loved you, and he said it, you subconsciously smiled in your sleep at those words but had no knowledge of them when you woke up, but he didn’t care he would say them to you soon enough and he wasn’t sure but you would say them back with no hesitation.

Another thing he now understood about relationships was how good it felt to have someone to come home to, someone who you trust with your whole heart and who you can tell anything too, someone you love.

He understood this quite early into the relationship, you had been dating for a little over two months, you hadn’t had many dates because of his work but you talked on the phone all the time, and you were friends before for a while so it felt longer than it had actually been, but at the same time not long enough he wished you had met a long time before, but you’re together now and he wouldn’t waste any more time with you.

He understood this one night/very early morning after a case. He had missed you so much, the case was long, tiring and incredibly tough. He didn’t say anything, but you could hear it in his voice how tired and how mentally and physically exhausted he was. The truth is the victims looked a lot like you, the victimology fit you too perfectly for his comfort and it scared him, the thought of the unsub going after you terrified him, he couldn’t stand it so as soon as he got on the jet he called you, he just needed to hear you, to make sure you were still there alive and well, he however hadn’t realised how late it was until he heard a very groggy hello.

“Oh no Y/N I didn’t notice how late it is for you, I can call you when you wake up, I’m sorry I’ll let you go back to sleep” but just before he hung up you rushed out a response. “wait, no Spence wait a second, I want to talk to you”, you were definitely awake now, “are you sure, its ok if you want to sleep, it is very late and you had a long work shift and”, “Spencer, of course I want to talk to you, I missed you” he smiled at this and before he could reply you said something again, more quietly than before “I missed the sound of your voice Spencer”, god he loved you so much “I missed the sound of your voice too”, you sat there in comfortable silence relishing in the sound of each other’s breathing letting your words dance in the air.

After a minute you spoke again “how was the case”, Spencer sighed remembering the victims and your shared resemblance, “it was fine”, you knew it wasn’t “spencer talk to me I can tell it wasn’t”, how could you tell from just his voice.

“Well it was, agh it was just a lot, I don’t want to talk about murders though I missed you, can you just talk to me I want to hear your voice”. You didn’t push him any further with it, you knew he would talk to you if he needed to. “ok love, well………..” you talked for around an hour nothing of massive importance just pointless chit chat, but to him it was the most heavenly sound in the entire world, he was however fighting sleep from taking over, he didn’t want to stop talking to you, he felt like he needed you right now. He snapped back when he heard you calling his name “spencer…. Spence…. Love!!” “oh yeah, yeah I’m here, sorry what did you say”, “I’m going to hang up your falling asleep, I’ll talk to you later ok” “no I want to keep talking, I’m wide awake”, “Spencer I can hear your exhaustion its fine, go to sleep, I’ll go to sleep and we can talk later ok love”, he let the words sit for a minute before sighing “ok, bye bug, I’ll talk to you later, we are landing soon so I’ll call you then, ok bug?”, “ok love sleep well”.

And with that the two of you hung up, and even though he missed hearing your voice he was exhausted and sleep over took him, you however did not sleep you got out of bed, and made your way to your door and put shoes on, you were going to go see him, you didn’t bother to put clothes on he had seen you in pjs before, you were wearing sweats and one of his Cal-tech crew necks stylishly matched with lilac crocs, wow you were hot.

You were now making your way to his apartment, it was about a half hour drive, it took a little longer since you had decided to drink some coffee before leaving so you didn’t fall asleep at the wheel. You knew he needed somebody right now, you didn’t know why but you didn’t need to you could hear it when he first called you almost in a panic to hear you, plus you missed each other.

You arrived at his apartment and used your spare key to get in, once you were in you made your way to his kitchen to turn the kettle on to make some tea while you waited for him. He texted you while you made your tea that they had landed and was on his way home, you chose to send him a text saying “I’m waiting for you at yours <3” , you didn’t think it would be smart to surprise him and scare an FBI agent.

Spencer made his way home quitter than he usually would after he saw your message, he didn’t bother replying just rushed there as soon as Hotch said they could go home. He’d never been in such a rush to get home after a case, sure he was always happy to go home and sleep but this felt different this felt like a scratch he hadn't been able to itch and once he could see you he would feel the relief.

Once he got to his apartment building he ran up the multitude of stair until he got to his floor, he might have had to take a couple brakes between stairs but what can he say, he isn’t used to doing the physical stuff on the field, Morgan normally takes care of that.

As soon as he got to the door, he stood there for a minute to calm down his breathing before putting the keys in and unlocking the door. He stepped in and your sent engulfed him in the most comforting way, as soon as that scent reached him, he could physically feel himself intense.

He took his shoes off and placed them beside your discarded crocs with a quiet laugh at your ridiculous shoe choice, he then hung up his satchel with his blazer, and walked to his room assuming you’d be there but on his way there he stopped at the sound of cute little snores and saw you sitting on his couch with a half empty cup of tea on the side table and a book laid open on your chest, he should have known you would try to stay up for him.

He kneels in front of you and leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, you slowly opened your eyes as you were only in a light sleep. Once you could make out the blob of colour in front of you to be your boyfriend you smiled and wrapped your arms around him nearly knocking you both backwards onto the floor before he stabilised you both. "Spencer, I missed you" you said nuzzling your face into his neck. "I missed you too bug, so much" he said closing his eyes and holding you tight to him.

You stayed there, just like that enjoying each other for a minute before you heard him sniffling, “Spencer are you ok love", "I... I just... I just really needed to see you, and feel you, I needed to know you were still here" before you could reply he spoke again tears clear in his voice "thank you so much for coming here tonight", "Spencer look at me", he reluctantly looked at you tears streaming down his face, you wiped his tears with your thumbs while holding his face gently "any time you need me, I will be there for you ok. I don’t care if you just finished a case and its an ungodly time just call me and I'll be here ok, I miss you to when you’re gone and I love being with you, when I heard your voice over the phone I knew something wasn’t right and I needed to take that away, even if it's just for a little bit. You never need to thank me for being here for you ok" he decided the best way to reply, the best way to get all the words he needed to say to you was by kissing you, and so he did and you knew exactly what he meant by the kiss you understood every unsaid word that travelled through his lips to you.

It didn’t take long after that for Spencer to tell you why he was so upset and why he needed to see you so desperately, and you understood and held him and he felt safe. After you talked and held each other it was unspokenly decided you would spend the night, you went straight to bed while Spencer took a quick shower, if you could call it that he was in such a rush to get back to you he barely got wet. He got dried and dressed and then excited his bathroom to find you curled up on his bed, he loved the sight, it made all his worries from previously wash away, you had that effect on him, you seemed to be a source of good, and he loved it.

He got into bed and as soon as he got under the covers you were reaching for him, he welcomed the touch and held you back. So there lying with you he understood, while the worries of the past week washed away, he knew, he knew why people liked having someone to come home to so much. And he knew he would have to ask you to move in sooner than later.

At this point in your relationship spencer had come to understand many things, but there was still one he didn’t. He didn’t know why you enjoyed wearing his clothes so much, he wasn’t complaining not at all in fact he loved it when you wore them. It was a slightly possessive thing, he knew you were his and he was yours but when he saw you wearing his clothes it was just a visual reminder that you were in fact his and only his, but that’s why he loved it, so he didn’t know why you did, but boy was it irritating him.

You two had been living together for the past 5 months and it had been amazing, he had also seen a lot more of you in his clothes, as time went by he saw you sleep in his shirts and boxers many times, you were especially fond of his old Cal-tech sweatshirt and button ups. He loves you wearing them it’s one of his favourite looks on you, when you’re comfortable and cosy and simply adorable in the articles of clothing that are too big for you.

But if he’s being honest a very close second is when in the mornings after you have ‘exercised’ the previous night, when he wakes up to the smell of bacon and coffee and sees you in nothing but a pair of cotton panties and the button up he had discarded the previous night, he loved coming up behind you in those mornings and slipping his arms around your waist and holding you while whispering sweet nonsense to each other.

They had just gotten back from a case. It hadn't been long or a particularly hard one but boy did he miss you, he always did, he thanked whoever it was for it being a Friday night because it meant he would arrive home to you. In no time he was at the door of your shared apartment, you had both decided moving into his would be the best choice since it was bigger.

He opened the door and almost immediately heard your sock clad feet hitting the floor of your apartment, he quickly hung up his coat and satchel before opening his arms and catching his girlfriend in his arms "I missed you so much Spence" he laughed lightly in response and replied "I missed you too bug, it was only a week" you pulled away from the hug and leaned your forehead against his before whispering "a week without feeling you" he smiled at that and leaned in lighting bumping your noses together before connecting your lips together, god he’d never get tired of kissing you, it honestly felt like heaven.

You gasped into the kiss and pulled away abruptly, Spencer looked confused but you had the biggest smile on your face and all of a sudden he didn’t care you broke of the kiss, “what was that for?” he asked feign hurt, “I made something” you said sheepishly rocking back and forth on your heels, “what did you make?” spencer asked imitating your tone. “come and see” you replied excitedly while pulling him into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen you very excitedly showed Spencer the cupcakes you had made, “I baked cupcake” you announced while placing him in front of said cupcakes, Spencer went to reach for one when you slapped his hand “no Spencer I still need to put the icing on them”, “but they look so good” he pouted giving you puppy eyes, “oh, you’re cute when you pout” you leaned in and when you were only a breath away from kissing his lips you spoke “but still no” and with that you kissed his pout and pulled away, you made your way to the counter were you were putting the icing into piping bags and piped up saying “but you can help me ice them and then you can eat one”, “can I only eat one?”, you turned back smiling and handed him one of the piping bags “you can have as many as you want love”.

You were currently both icing cupcakes in comfortable silence, Spencer had noticed you were wearing his Cal-tech crew neck and a pair of cotton shorts along with a mismatched pair of his socks, you looked adorable, he loved that you wore mismatched socks like him even before you’d met, the fact you were sporting his at the moment was just the cherry on top.

And so he thought no would be as great a time as any to ask “Hey love can I ask you something”, without looking up from what you were doing you hummed in agreement, you were concentrating so hard on making the cupcake look perfect you just barely registered what he said, god he thought you looked so cute when you concentrated so hard you had your tongue sticking out the side of your mouth.

He shook himself out of the trance you put him in and just asked "Why do you like stealing my clothes so much?", you looked up at his question with a worried expression on your face, you didn’t realise it could bother him, you never meant make him uncomfortable, should you have asked for permission before you took them?, Spencer saw your concerned expression and was going to clarify he didn’t mind when you rushed out first, “Spencer I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I should have asked I’m so sorry, oh god I’m wearing your clothes now I’ll go change”.

You put the piping bag down and passed Spencer when you were about to leave the kitchen but Spencer gently pulled your arm and pulled you into a hug, “Y/N, love, you just spiralled,” he pulled back from the hug and gently held your face in his hands, he could still see the sad and worried expression on your face and he hated that he had caused it, and needed to take it away, “I love that you steal my clothes, I absolutely adore seeing you swamped in my crewnecks and wearing my socks and specially in my button ups after certain events have taken place” he smirked at the blush that crept up your cheeks at the last part of his statement, he loved your shyness, “believe me I love it when you steal my clothes, you look angelic in them I just want to know why you like it, I know its dumb but I just can’t figure it out and not knowing is really bugging me”.

You smiled at this and all your previous worries washed away, you weren’t making him uncomfortable he was just being his usual curious self, you slid your hands up his chest and played with the collar of his shirt as his hands moved from your face you your waist and you began “well there’s a lot of reasons I like wearing your clothes, for one they’re really big on me so they are soooo comfy, they also smell like you so they remind me of you when you’re gone on cases”, he smiled at this and you looked down before continuing “and when you’re gone and I’m scared something will happen and I won’t see you again, it comforts me, it makes feel close to you when I can’t be” you looked up at him when you finished and he could see the glossiness in your eyes of the tears forming from your memories of all the times you were scared you wouldn’t see him again and he gave you a sad smile while he wiped a stray tear falling down your check.

“Honestly, they just make me feel warm and loved, when you’re gone”, his eyes were now glossed over too as he leaned in and kissed you, “I love you bug”, “I love you Spencer”.

And now Spencer knew, he knew why having a crew neck of his meant so much to you and how it could bring you comfort in a time when you needed it most.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid #spencer x reader

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littlemisslipbalm · 4 years

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“sorry to bother you”

Summary: Y/N meets Harry in a little shop in France. It was a lovely meeting between the fan and the rockstar, but when Y/N realizes she’s lost her phone, will she see Harry sooner than she had ever thought possible?

AKA Harry meets a fan and accidentally steals her phone

vibes bc they snack and she walks up to him while he’s looking at the sky lol ^

Ok so I just wanted to preface this: this was initially just going to be a short blurb about a respectful meeting between Harry and a fan because of the terrible stories I’ve been hearing lately about rude people being inconsiderate of Harry and his privacy and I wanted to showcase that you can treat Harry as a human being rather than an object when you see him irl. But then my writer brain wanted more and so it turned into more. All I have to say is if you ever meet Harry in real life, please be respectful and kind. Also there is a 0.00001 chance that this would ever actually happen as most fiction goes so please don’t expect more than a short convo and maybe a photo from him. For him to even speak with you is more than enough, he really isn’t a disneyland attraction.

Also not proofread bc apparently its long lol, I’m not super in love with this but I think it’s good-ish the end is meh - pls lemme know what yall think :)

Word Count: 10.2k (wait im actually so confused how this got so long omfg) | Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, idrk its long but it’s sweet?

She saw him long before she approached him. She was truly unsure of herself, not wanting to bother him or upset him. She had been a fan for so long and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to meet someone who meant so much to her.

In the small Bayeux shop, she hesitates as she risks another glance at the tall man. She whispered to her mom minutes ago about how Harry Styles was in the same shop as them. Her mom was texting her non stop telling her to go up to him or she would do it herself. Y/N shook her head, distrusting her mom and feeling self conscious. No one else was in the store and her interaction with him wouldn’t disrupt the rest of the store, but for some reason she felt a tinge of discomfort about going up to him.

Harry leafs over a tablecloth, not paying attention to the other patrons in the store or anything else for that matter. He was staying on the coast of France for the week and he hadn’t run into many fans, so he was feeling at ease. Mitch was somewhere else in the store, but Harry felt comfortable on his own. He feels a soft, small tap on his broad shoulder. He turns expecting the quiet Mitch, but is presented with a short, sweet looking woman.

“Excuse me. Um, hi...Sorry to bother you,” she starts, eyes wide as she works to maintain eye contact with Harry as she looks up at him.

His green eyes are widened, realizing this isn’t someone he knows.

“Hello,” he says simply.

“I-” she pauses, her hands fiddling, “I’m sorry to bother you, honestly. But, your music means so much to me and I’d kick myself for the rest of my life if I didn’t say something before you left.”

He smiles, his expression softening at how genuine she sounds. “It’s quite alright.”

“It’s not though. I’m sure you’d appreciate not being bothered for once.”

“No,” he cuts her off, “I love talking with fans.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure there’s days where you wish you could just go to a random store on the coast of France - so out of the way - and not be walked up to by a random person.”

“I mean, I guess, but you seem rather nice.”

“Thanks...I’ve been a fan long enough to know that there’s people who don’t always treat you with that kind of respect. I really wouldn’t have bothered you if it wouldn’t have changed my life.”

“Don’t feel like you’re a bother, please,” he pleads lightly as he grasps her hand out of instinct, dropping it immediately when he realizes what he’s done. “It’s the people who don’t actually come up to me and treat me like an animal that are upsetting. Or the people who are only after a photo and aren’t very nice to me. You… you’re treating me like a human being. Being overly courteous -- if I’m being honest.” He chuckles lightly at the end.

She blushes at his words and smiles up at him, mirroring the soft smile on his lips. “I’m only treating you how I would want to be treated if I were in your shoes.” She glances down at his feet and notices the Gucci boots and smiles to herself, laughing lightly.

“What?”

“We’ve got the same shoes on actually.”

“No way!” His voice is playful at first as he glances down at well and realizes she’s right. He laughs at the weird little coincidence.

“I’ve had these for years, my favorite shoes…” She mumbles, seeing the ways his eyes shift with a flash of concern. It’s what she fears he would think of her, why she was so hesitant to approach him in the first place. It’s why she had tried to hide her laugh from him when she noticed the similarity. She just wants to interact with him in a normal way. He again softens at her words, her sincerity, realizing it really just is one of those random things.

“They’re good shoes,” he laughs again, kicking his left heel with his right foot. The way she barely touched him to get his attention and the way she stays a safe distance from him is reassuring. She’s aware of his situation, yet she’s treating him with the utmost care and respect.

“So what brings you to Bayeux?” He asks, deciding he wants to continue the conversation with her. Y/N flits her eyes behind her shoulder and sees her mother watching their interaction out of the corner of her eye. She sighs and runs a hand through her hair, leaning against the counter her and Harry are at.

“Vacation, I guess. My family and I love to travel and ever since the pandemic settled down - finally, we’ve been jetting everywhere we’ve ever been or wanted to go. Seize the day vibes.” Her voice is serious, but she falters and laughs at the end. Her words are honest and she’s happy to actually get to talk to Harry more than just hello and a picture.

“I get that. You’re from America, yeah? It was really rough there for a long time.” He says solemnly, mirroring her figure, leaning against the counter, getting comfortable with her.

She laughs again, smiling up at him, eyes sparkling, completely in love with her idol, but desperately trying to play it cool. “The accent gives it away, huh? I’m trying to fix that, get a job out of the states and never go back.”

“Hey!” Harry interjects, throwing his hand out from his stance in her direction, like he might touch her, but this time being careful to not actually. “It’s not that bad. I like your accent...And I love LA.”

She can’t stop laughing with Harry. It feels so simple and common to just be talking with him. He doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush anywhere, but she also fears to take up too much of his time. “I’m originally from up north in California actually. Living in LA right now, though. But I don’t know, I’ve just always felt like I was meant to live somewhere else. Do you know how that is? Just feeling like you’re meant for something different?”

He watches the way she moves her hands and works through her thought process. He feels like in another world they would have been close friends. The way she talks about things is so familiar to him. It’s like she’s read his mind, even though he knows for sure she hasn’t. She’s funny and laid back, yet mature at the same time. He wonders how old she is, out of college it seems if she’s trying to get a job out of the United States. He wonders what she plans to do and who she wants to become. Her aura intrigues him to no end. He thinks he could talk to her for hours.

Realizing he hasn’t made any sort of response to her somewhat philosophical question, he nods quickly, eyes blinking rapidly, his body straightening up back to his full height. “Yeah..I mean that’s how I felt about music. Like, I always felt like I was meant for something more… Turns out I was!”

They smile together again, knowing the conversation is ending. She knows he won’t keep asking questions and she doesn’t want to keep him.

He knows he can’t completely turn himself over to this stranger, she’s obviously younger than him and even though he feels connected to her, she could surprise him still. He knows he can’t talk to her forever, the cashier glancing at the pair of them every so often since they haven’t been looking at any merchandise for a while now. He knows he shouldn’t flirt with her, ask her out for coffee or anything of the sort. He simply knows this must come to an end any moment now.

“You should definitely follow your heart,... I didn’t catch your name?” He realizes when he can’t finish his sentence by calling her name.

“Oh!” She says surprisedly, not realizing she never gave her name, “Y/N. And thank you, means a lot to hear encouragement come from someone who’s been such an inspiration to me. Honestly, thank you.”

He perks at the way she says her name, again feeling like he’s known her for much longer than these five minutes.

“It’s me who should be thanking you, Y/N. Your support is what makes my life the way it is. It means a lot to me - and you truly seem like a lovely person, genuinely.”

She throws her head back in laughter at all of the words he’s saying. The way he’s trying to convey his sincerity is earnest, but his word choice is simply funny to her. Without realizing what she’s doing, she throws out her arm and her hand lands on his bicep to steady herself while laughing - something she would do with anyone normally. He doesn’t shift from her grasp when she opens her eyes and even widens them at the sight in front of her. Her hand on Harry Styles. How is this happening? She thinks as he doesn’t disintegrate underneath her touch. He’s definitely real as she feels the coat fabric and the muscles beneath it. He smiles down at her, so sweetly that his dimples pop out. She’s in awe, but has to contain the slight sense of coolness she’d been maintaining during their conversation.

She removed her hand, gingerly, “I won’t keep you any longer, Harry.” She blushes when she says his name. “If you don’t mind, I’d love to get a picture with you, but I totally understand if you’re not okay with that. I wouldn’t post it anywhere, it’s more just for me to remember this.” She rushes the last bit, feeling nervous and shy yet again. He was so big physically, but his presence was also so strong that she felt even smaller around him.

His smile calms her immediately and this time it's his hand to touch her, his hand landing over hers that’s been resting on the counter during their conversation.

“Of course,” His lips are soft and plush as they maintain his sweet smile. “Hey Mitch!” He looks over his shoulder as he calls to Mitch who has returned from the upstairs part of the shop.

Mitch blinks at the sight of Harry with a stranger before coming over, “Yeah?”

“Do you mind taking a picture of Y/N and me?”

Y/N is still in disbelief of what is going on, completely awestruck that Harry just said her name again to Mitch Rowland. And that Mitch Rowland was even in this shop with her as well. She hadn’t realized that at first. But now she was going to be forever grateful to her father for insisting they come back to Bayeux during this trip.

Mitch nods and takes her phone once she slips it out of her pocket, fingers fidgeting to get it open quickly. Mitch smiles at her reassuringly as she lets go and moves to stand beside Harry against the counter. He pulls her into his side gently and her hand goes around his waist, feeling his warmth and substantiality for the first true time. She tries to ground herself in the moment, memorizing every detail of right now. His cologne that emanates from his neck, the way the material of his jacket feels against her bare arm, the way he puffs out a slight laugh as Mitch shifts around to get most of their bodies in the frame. Oh and the way he looks when he tilts his neck to check on her and he even risks a wink of one of his emerald eyes and she promises herself she’ll never give away any of the clothes she’s wearing right now. Her nonchalant response is to wink right back and then they both smile, turning back their attention to the phone in Mitch’s hands.

Her mom had gone up to the cashier, effectively distracting them from the photoshoot that had begun to take place. Y/N never wants Harry to let go of her, but again she knows this can’t last forever. Mitch takes a couple of photos before handing the phone back. Y/N assumes that’s it and is about to thank Harry, but he speaks over her and her words die in her throat.

“How do they look?”

“Oh?” She flips through them and Harry leans over her shoulder, respectfully. “Pretty good,” she sums up, she loves them and she’d love even more, but she’d obviously never ask Harry for that.

“Pretty good?” He echoes, unsure of her response, looking from her to the photos, “Do you want to take more?”

She thinks on his offer, already knowing the right answer, “No, no. It’s all good. Thanks.”

Then turning to face Mitch, who’s been watching the pair of them converse, “Could I actually get a photo with you, Mitch? Sorry if that’s super weird, I just think you’re really cool. I had no idea you were even here until, uh, Harry called you over.” She laughs nervously, blushing yet again.

Harry laughs under his breath at how both her and Mitch blush at her words. She’s more unsure with Mitch, which he finds interesting. She had carried their conversation easily and maintained eye contact casually, but with Mitch, it was like he was her schoolyard crush, nervous hands and fleeting glances. He wondered if she genuinely only liked Harry for his music and didn’t find him physically attractive. This nagging feeling at the back of his mind perplexed him, he twitched trying to shrug it off. Why did he care if this woman found Mitch attractive and not him?

“Yeah, of course. It’s not weird, have had plenty of people say much weirder things to me than that…” He smiles at Y/N and she mirrors his expression, but then she bites her lip. Her expression falters slightly as she processes his words. “I’m sorry if you’ve had similar experiences as Harry with so-called fans being disrespectful and inconsiderate.”

“No need to apologize, you’ve been nothing but kind and respectful,” Harry interjects

She only fidgets at his words. She’s growing slightly more nervous, being in the presence of both Mitch and Harry was starting to wear on her calm exterior. Still, Mitch trades places with Harry and Harry plucks her phone from her hands. He takes more photos than Mitch, doing close ups and full shots, causing Mitch and Y/N to laugh as they hold onto each other. He gives them little instructions on what to do in the photos and soon Y/N is rolling her eyes at Harry like she’s been best friends with him for ages. She feels like she’s just out with a couple of her friends and they decided to stop and pose for photos randomly, rather than meeting rock legends that she had only dreamt of ever seeing in real life.

When Harry is finally satisfied and comes up to the pair of them, she moves away from Mitch first, his long hair shifting as she pulls away from his side. She turns to face him immediately and starts to gush, “You’re an amazing guitarist, by the way. I forgot to say that. When I heard ‘She’ for the first time...I was blown away. The guitar on it...Feels like you’re in another universe. And it follows up ‘To Be So Lonely’ which your guitar on it is also like crazy epic. ”

Harry and Mitch laugh, but Mitch’s smile is appreciative, like he’s about to speak, but Harry speaks first, “That’s because he was in another universe. You know the story?”

She smiles and nods. Harry nods in approval. Mitch interjects, “Thank you. Also, Y/N,” he stares intently at her face and she meets his gaze this time, “You’re truly one of the kindest people - maybe the kindest - who have come up to us. And I’m not just saying that because you complimented my guitar playing.”

“He’s right,” Harry nods solemnly. Her face beams up at them both, now she really felt like this was too good to be true. Meeting her idols and having them both say very complimentary things about her, she’d cherish it forever.

“You both are amazing people and deserve to be treated as such.” Her tone is the sincerest she’s ever been, meaning every single thing she says. Then she rushes out her next few sentences, “But thank you again, seriously, you both mean a lot to me - I’ll let you get back to it...Have a nice day!”

After they say their farewells swiftly, she turns to leave and bounces over to her mother who is grinning with pride for her daughter. Before she exits completely she risks a glance over her shoulder and throws a peace sign up, Harry returns it. Then she walks out of the shop, her mother finishing up her shopping minutes ago. Mitch and Harry stay back, talking and continuing to look around the store.

Y/N tries to keep her cool until they’re out of sight of the shop. Once they round the corner and are on the next street over, she’s jumping up and down and squealing to her mom. “Can you actually believe it? What the fuck just happened? That was real right? I wasn’t hallucinating?”

Her mom laughs and reassures her it was real, “You did that, I’m so proud of you. You handled yourself very maturely”

“Well I tried! I can’t believe Mitch was there too!” She interjects, cutting off her mom, completely ecstatic from the previous experience.

“So how did the photos come out?” Her mom asks once Y/N had stopped rambling about Harry’s outfit and their matching shoes and their conversation and basically anything that had happened in the last ten minutes. They were blocks from the shop now.

“Photos?”

“Yeah, the photos you took with them. How do they look? I was ready to come over, but then that other man popped out of nowhere.”

“He’s smooth like that,” she says wistfully, her little crush on Mitch being nowhere near her love for Harry, but still present, and pats for her phone. “Oh.” She says, stopping in her tracks.

Her mother stops with her, “What?”

“I...I left my phone in the store, I guess.”

“Y/N…” Her mom drags out her name in exasperation, in awe of her daughter’s ability to be so smooth with her own idol yet how forgetful she could still be.

“Shit!” She confirms that her phone is nowhere to be found.

“Really?” Her mother sighs, hands sitting on her hips in the center of the French street.

“Sorry?” She asks sheepishly. In her starstruck stupor she had been too transfixed on Harry and Mitch and must have placed it down on the counter.

“Well, let’s go back,” her mother states, tired but also not completely mad. She lost her phone plenty of times and it was usually because of less acceptable reasons. Meeting your idols warranted a spacey head.

The door chimes as Y/N reenters the store, she walks quickly to wear she had her conversation with Harry almost twenty minutes ago and her mom goes to ask the clerk if they had grabbed it. It’s not on the counter where they had been leaning. She glances around checking to see if it had fallen on the ground or if by some grand luck Harry and Mitch were still there. Due to her luck, neither of these hopes came true. Her mom joins her in the area and shakes her head, the clerk hadn’t gotten any phones turned in since they had left the first time.

“Give me your phone,” Y/N says suddenly. “Find my iphone,” she explains when her mom looks at her questioningly. Checking the phone, she sighs in exasperation, silently cursing herself for not sharing her location with her mom when her phone icon says ‘location unavailable’. She rubs a hand over her face in disappointment.

“Don’t click the sound button!” Her mom says quickly, “If someone stole it, they’ll turn it off when they hear it.”

“But how am I supposed to find it? It could be here and I just can’t see it.” Her finger hovers over the ‘play sound’ button, hesitant, but desperate. She had met and gotten photos with Harry Styles and they were already gone - oh and she’d have to replace her phone, which would be terrible, as well.

“Maybe Harry Styles has it?”

“Mom, don’t be dumb.”

“Hey! Watch your tone. I’m serious. Did he ever hand it back to you after he took those second round of pictures?”

Y/N scratches her head nervously and hands back her mom’s phone. She places both over her face and presses her fingers harshly over her eyes trying to think. She hadn’t been paying attention to her phone at the time, too busy trying to commit everything about Harry to memory in her mind so that she’d never forget it. She was sure she’d never forget today, now, even if she ever stopped loving Harry, which she was doubtful of. Hey kids, I met a rockstar and I was so starstruck I lost my phone in France! She groaned. “Oh my fucking god!”

After a few deep breaths with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose, she composed herself, “We need to play the sound. Either it’s here and we’ll find it. Or - worst case scenario - it sounds and Harry Styles realizes he has my phone and we go from there… Well, I guess in the worst case scenario some jerk stole it and they turn it off and sell it for parts, but I just don’t think that’s what happened.” She bites her lip and stares at her mom, who hesitantly raises her finger to press the button that sets off the alarm on the lost phone. She clicks it after an overly dramatic pause. Y/N prays to anyone who’s willing to listen, she says in her mind, please sound the phone in here. Life would be so much simpler if it worked out the way we wanted. But, in place of the annoying echoing ring of the Find My iPhone tone there is only silence. At least there’s silence in the little shop in Bayeux.

In a tiny taxi cab that was headed to a small chateau outside of the town of Bayeux, the phone sounds and causes Harry to furrow his brows. He was sure he had his phone on ‘do not disturb’, but he pulls it out anyway to see why it’s making this annoying sound. What he pulls out of his coat pocket is not his phone he realizes immediately.

“Shit,” he says under his breath, still loud enough for Mitch to look over from the opposite passenger seat.

“What?”

“This isn’t my phone.”

“What?”

Harry rolls his eyes at Mitch’s repeated question and opens up his purse digging out his actual phone and holds up his and the one he had apparently stolen.

“Oh, yeah, that’s not your phone. That’s not good.”

Harry huffs as he turns the unknown phone over in his hand, the screen was a scene of a city he didn’t actually recognize - San Francisco maybe - the lavender silicone case is smooth in his hand and he notices a little sticker, it’s of Y/N and two other women. His eyes widen at it and it makes a little more sense to him. He hadn’t really stolen a phone, he just forgot to give it back. It wasn’t much better, but it was how he was going to comfort himself. Dropping his own phone in his lap, he runs his hand through his hair, rings slightly tugging at his mused curls. Then he turns the sticker to show Mitch, “It’s that girl we met, it’s her phone.”

“You stole her phone,” Mitch states. Voice deadpan and eyes boring into Harry’s.

“No!” Harry defends, but quickly slumps, “I mean, technically? Yes...But-” Mitch’s laughter cuts him off. “You’re an idiot, Harry, y’know that?”

“I feel like I’m on punk’d right now…” Y/N grumbles as it becomes clear that the phone is not in this shop. “If this is punk’d, at least my phone’s not actually gone,” she says to no one really. Her mom is pacing the store and stops to look at her daughter, “This is most definitely not punk’d for so many reasons, dear. Mainly because the show got canceled but also because we are in Bayeux, France not Malibu.”

“Fuck…”

She walks out of the shop, barely paying a glance to the shop keeper this time, her usual kind demeanor nowhere to be found under the piles of distress and anxiety plaguing her body.

Back out on the street she looks around, again hoping that with any luck Harry is still around and will come running up to her to give her back her phone. Again, no such luck.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” She looks to her mom helplessly, her arms flapping by her sides, defeated.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” Harry asks as they get out of the taxi, glancing at the purple phone in his hand.

Mitch shrugs, “Hope she has her location on?”

“Then she’s going to come here...But wouldn’t she have tried to track it first instead of playing the sound?”

“Dude, I don’t know.You can try to unlock it and find her mom’s number, get in contact with them.” Mitch sighs as they walk through the front door. “Or we can go back to town, see if they’re still there? Did you get her last name? You could find her on social media maybe?”

“I feel terrible...She was so nice.” Harry throws his bags down on the entryway couch and begins to pace, Y/N’s phone never leaving his hand. “Could go back into town tomorrow, maybe we’ll run into each other again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mitch sits and runs a hand through his hair, “Just calm down, right now, Harry. There’s not much else you can do.”

He’s right and Harry tries to not fixate on the phone, but he fiddles with it for the rest of the day. He doesn’t let it leave his sight and sets it beside his bed when he gets ready to go to sleep. As he shifts in the bed, unable to fall asleep he takes the phone and begins trying to unlock it, guessing random numbers and failing miserably. Eventually, he decides he should go to bed and drifts off into an uncomfortable sleep.

After being unsuccessful in town, Y/N and her mom went back to the little villa they were staying at on the outskirts of Bayeux. It was located next to some vineyards that the villa co-owned with the private chateau that sat on the other side of the vines. It was beautiful and she had been so excited to be staying there. But after the events of today, she was not in the mood to join the rest of her family for dinner among the grapes. She lays on her bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how she had been so stupid to forget to ask for her phone back.

In the middle of the night, she wakes up in a cold sweat. She’s still in the clothes she had worn out and was laying on top of her covers at the end of her bed. All the windows of the room were closed and her shades weren’t drawn. Groggily, she rose from her uncomfortable position and changed. Moving to the window to let some air in she sees the lights flickering in a room of the private chateau across the way. She wondered why someone would willingly be up at this hour, even though she was unsure exactly what time it was without her phone. Her phone. That’s what had woken her up. She had dreamt that her mom had called her phone and the frog from the Frog and the Toad stories had picked it up. That was ridiculous, of course, but the idea to call her phone instead of just pinging it was solid. If Harry still had it, then he could pick up and they could figure out how to meet up. She decided she’d have to do that at a reasonable hour, however and moved on, opening her windows and closing the sheer shades, before getting under her covers to sleep.

Y/N wakes up early the next morning. Her sleep a restless one. Padding down the hall to her parent’s room, she knocks solemnly. She was far from a morning person and it was much to her mother’s surprise to see her standing in the hallway when she opened the door.

“Hey..” her voice catches in her throat, scratchy from lack of use in the night.

“Good morning, sunshine,” her mother laughs slightly, but Y/N only gives her an unamused look and walks into her room immediately searching for her mom’s phone.

“Need to use your phone, gonna call my phone,” she mutters, none of her thoughts being coherent sentences.

“Y/N, it’s 7 am. You’re going to call Harry Styles at 7 am? With your morning voice?”

Her eyes narrow and her lips form a straight line one her face, clearly not amused by her mother’s questions. Even if she knew her mom was right. She clears her throat and rolls her eyes at her mom, who is moving around the room beginning to get ready for the day as her daughter sits on the rumpled bed. Y/N’s father had already gone out to breakfast in the main area of the villa.

“Fine,” she slides off the bed when she realizes her mom isn’t offering her any more words of wisdom. “I’ll get ready for the day and then I will call my phone.”

Pattering back to her room, she slowly begins to dress and liven herself up for the day. Her hands instinctively reach out to her bedside table to pick up her phone to turn some music on, but of course she’s greeted with nothing. She groans loudly, “Of. Fucking. Course.” Shaking her head, she moves to take fresh clothes out of her suitcase.

Exiting her room again, this time far more awake, she walks down the hallway in a babydoll style top that read “Don’t play with my heart” with little girls playing racquetball with a red heart emblazoned over her chest and white jean floods. Her feet were covered in red high top converse today, matching the color of the small heart on her shirt. She liked the contrast of the white pants and the bright red of the shoes and she smiled to herself as she walked confidently into the breakfast area.

Her entire family was sitting around one of the tables, sipping coffee and eating pastries, it was now around 8:45 - a slightly more acceptable part of the day. They were all early risers, especially in comparison to her, and her older sister looks at her curiously. “What are you doing up so early, kid?” Y/N leans down to grab a slice of a peach from her brother’s place, which earns her a slight yelp of protest. She rolls her eyes at her sister and stalks off to the buffet, knowing she’s made her presence known enough.

“Can I borrow your phone now?” Y/N says after finishing a small danish and the lukewarm coffee that was at their table when she arrived. Her mother finally nods and hands it over. As Y/N grabs it, she’s already halfway out the doors that lead into the backyard of the villa.

She stands on the grass that goes for a few feet before a hedge that separates the villa ground with the vineyard. Flipping through the contacts, she settles on hers and sighs, trying to calm her nerves. Her free hand ghosts over her hair and she uses one foot to step lightly on the heel of the other shoe. Please pick up, she sends out a prayer once again. Her last twenty-four hours seemed to consist of dreams, hopes, and prayers and she was starting to realize that she didn’t particularly like any of them. Biting her lip, she raises her phone up to her ear and gets her automatic voice message. Realizing she has her phone on ‘do not disturb’, she immediately rings herself again, knowing that it will go through this time.

Harry strolls out of his bathroom and widens his eyes when he hears a buzzing hear his bed. Seeing it’s Y/N’s phone he grabs it quickly and furrows his brow at the contact. Her mother’s name, but he doesn’t know that. To him it’s just a person’s name, it could be anyone she knew. Still, he thought about the odds of it being just one of her friends or her calling from someone else’s phone and decided to risk it.

“Hello?”

“Thank fucking God!” is all he hears and he’s pretty sure it’s Y/N’s voice.

“Y/N?” He laughs and takes a seat on his bed, staring out his window that opened to the vineyard.

“Yes! Harry? Hi!” She’s ecstatic that anyone picked up at all, bouncing up and down on the other side of the phone. She mutters to herself, once again, “Thank fucking God.”

“Who’s phone are you calling from?”

“Oh, my mom’s,” she says, calming down slightly as she begins to walk around the grass, unable to contain the renewed sense of energy she has.

“You don’t keep her in your contacts as ‘mum’? I almost didn’t pick up.” He tilts his head, trying to think of anyone else he knew who kept their mother’s contact as the actual name rather than ‘mum’ or some other variant of it.

“Well, thanks for picking up,” she laughs at his words, bringing her pacing to a stop to stare at the chateau across the way. “It’s really not that weird,” she insists, her arm going to cradle the elbow of the arm that holds the phone to her ear. “I don’t think any of my siblings have her as ‘mom’ in their contacts.”

“I think it’s a little weird. I’m going to have to start asking people what they’ve got their mum down as in their phones. You’ve got me intrigued,” he muses, only slightly teasing. A smile curves onto his face as he hears her huff over the phone, obviously not liking his ribbing.

“So...you have my phone,” she changes the subject.

“Yes…” he scratches his head and she swears she could hear him awkwardly rubbing at his hair. “Sorry ‘bout that. Guess I forgot to give it back.”

“Not entirely your fault, I probably should have asked for it back. It was like twenty minutes before I even realized I didn’t have it and that was only really thanks to my mom.” She tries to not make him feel bad, because she honestly felt responsible for the mess up.

“Yeah, but I probably wouldn’t’ve realized till I got back to my place and pulled out one phone from my pocket and another one from my bag if you hadn’t tried the ‘find my iphone’ thing.”

“Oh my god, was it loud!? Did you have a hard time shutting it off?” She rushes as all the possible ways she might have annoyed Harry yesterday run through her mind.

“No, no, it was fine,” he reassures her, laughing lightly, standing up now and beginning to pace in front of his window. “Felt like a proper dick, though. Never in my life have I forgotten to give someone their phone back.” He sighs and stops in front of the window, deciding to open it for some fresh air.

Her gaze flits to a movement on the second floor of the chateau, someone opening up their window apparently. The long paned windows flip open and the little sheer curtains flutter in the slight morning breeze.

“So are you still in Bayeux?” Harry asks, hoping her answer is ‘yes’ as he takes in a deep breath of the air from outside.

“Yeah. Are you still here?” She asks timidly, moving her gaze down to her shoes bright red sticking out of the green grass. “Because that will make getting my phone back much easier,” she adds, clarifying that it’s not supposed to be a personal question, just simply a logistical one. Even if her heart skips a beat at the thought of seeing Harry again.

“Yes, I am. Well...just outside the town actually.”

“You don’t say? I’m staying just outside of town, too. At a little villa located next to a vineyard,” She looks around her surroundings again, walking the length of the garden once more. A movement from the same room that had opened their windows at the chateau catching her eye once again. A man, with his arm placed on the sill, leaning out slightly.

“You’re not wearing red shoes by any chance?” He smiles and she can hear the way it affects his words. Looking out of the window, he eyes the villa and the person who was pacing around its patio, seemingly on the phone.

Her brows raise and she stops in her tracks. “Did you just open your window?”

The only response from Harry that she hears is a soft chuckle. But, more importantly, the man in the chateau is waving to her. She grins and waves her free hand over her head, doing a slight jump to make sure he sees her. His laughter only grows, crackling slightly over the telephone line.

“What are the odds?” She breathes out after a moment. Her waving hand fell to her side and she looked at the figure in the window. It wasn’t exactly clear to her that it was Harry, but the way the man was hunched was enough to convince her. She vaguely sees him shake his head in agreement at the serendipitous nature of their current situation.

“Have you had a chance to dine in the vineyard yet?” Harry bites his lip after he asks the question, feeling a little more confident in his flirtation over the phone.

“I have - only once for dinner. Last night I was so stressed I couldn’t eat.”

“What do you think about lunch in the vineyard?” He’s smiling now, the charm dripping in every word he says. His accent is music to her ears and she thinks how could she ever say no to that offer.

“I don’t know...lunch with my phone thief?” She imitates an unsure tone. Her tease is lighthearted and Harry huffs, playfully indignant.

“As an apology for keeping your phone by mistake,” he adds, emphasizing the ‘by mistake’ part.

“As long as I can get my phone back, I’m up for anything you want,” She laughs, but then blushes at the innuendo that could be found in her words. Harry hears it and an amused look spreads across his face, the definition of anything running through his mind as well as his assured belief that Y/N did not mean what she had just implied. “I mean! Not anything, I just...Lunch in the vineyard would be lovely, Harry.” She sighs, a hand trailing down her face at her complete foolishness.

“Great. How does one o’clock sound?” He moves on from her slip, not wanting to embarrass her anymore. Especially when he was the one to cause this entire situation.

“Sounds smashing, Mr. Thief,” She breathes out, but laughs when she hears Harry groan.

“You’re something else, missy.”

“I know.” She rolls her eyes, trying to contain her giggles at their playful back and forth.

“See you at one.” He says finally.

“See you at one.” She echoes, continuing to watch him in the window. Neither of them seem to move to hang up. She’s stood in place and so is he, his head hanging out of the window now, resting himself on his arm. It’s just their breathing exchanging over the line and some gusts of wind crackling the connection every so often.

“Are you going to hang up?” She whispers, after a minute of complete silence, her voice coming out impossibly small.

“Thought you would’ve by now.”

“I don’t know why I can’t.” She admits, but she just feels weird hanging up on him even if they have plans to see each other later.

“Me neither.” His response causes her to tilt her head in confusion. Why would he have trouble hanging up on her?

“Okay.”

Then, it’s quiet again. Both of them shifting their bodies around, yet still managing to stay on the line. Y/N is the one who hangs up the phone after hearing Harry’s breath shake slightly, like he’s steeling himself to actually hang up. She realizes that while she doesn’t want to hang up on him, she’d rather do it than have him hang up on her. If that made any sense. She wasn’t sure, but the way he had invited her to lunch, it just felt like he had shifted their relationship from fan and star to something else. Something she didn’t fully grasp, but whatever it was made her stomach flip.

She informed her family that she wouldn’t be going out with them today and that she was getting her phone back, but not that she would be having lunch with Harry. She had no idea what they would think about it, but she didn’t want to give them the chance to inform her.

Walking through the vineyards, she watches the slight dust from the dirt gather on her shoes, the red converse. She had settled on what she had been wearing originally after changing her outfit upwards of twenty times. Best to be casual, she thought, like it was no big deal that she was about to dine with a musician whom she loved.

There was only one table on this side of the vineyard, it was the part owned by the chateau, a couple rows from where the villa had their tables. The simple cream tablecloth laid across the wooden table that had two matching wooden chairs with cream cushions placed around it. On top of the table was a picnic basket and a bottle of red wine, made from the grapes in the vineyard. And in one of the chairs sat Harry. Big square green glasses perched on his nose as he looked up at the sky. Y/N takes in his appearance, his cream shirt with stitched patterns on it, half unbuttoned to grant a full view of his swallows and butterfly as well as baggy light wash ripped jeans and dirty white vans. His shirt almost matches the tablecloth, but she’s not sure if he would take that as a compliment.

He hadn’t noticed her presence and he rubs his lips together, smoothing the lip balm he had applied before settling outside.

“Mr. thief?” She touches lightly on his shoulder, similar to how she had done yesterday. His head shoots up and he readjusts in his chair, to sit up slightly more upright. A smile curves onto his face and he moves his glasses up into his hair, pushing his curls back behind them.

“Y/N,” he drags out her name, toying with the sound of it. His eyes flit over her figure, taking in her outfit but quickly run back to her beautiful face. He motions for her to take a seat and she complies.

“The red shoes,” he smiles, glancing at her shoes. She laughs and does a little click of her heels.

“Can’t believe my phone was less than a mile away from me last night.”

“Oh! Your phone!” Harry’s eyes widened, “I forgot it in my room!”

Y/N laughs, her smile spreading on her face immediately, but her face falls when she sees Harry isn’t laughing. “You can’t be serious.” Harry says nothing, a blush creeping up his neck. “Harry…” she doesn’t know what else to say, scratching at the back of her head. “I guess stars really are just like us, complete space cadets.”

“I’m sorry! I was..distracted.”

She can’t keep herself from laughing and she places her hand over Harry’s on the table, trying to calm him down. “No worries, seriously, I was just teasing you. I’ve gone this long without my phone, an hour or so more won’t kill me.”

He smiles sheepishly, mentally kicking himself for how foolish he had made himself look. “Sorry ‘bout that. Seems like I’m really trying to keep your phone, doesn’t it?”

“Kind of...but I don’t think there’s anything in particular on there that you’d really be interested in having access to.”

He grabs the bottle of wine and takes the temporary cork off, he had previously uncorked it before Y/N had arrived. He pours the wine and then quirks a brow towards her. “I’m sure you’ve got some funny notes on there, you’re hilarious.”

She scoffs as his look is serious. Picking her glass up, she clinks it with Harry’s and takes a sip. She hums at the taste, judging the flavor and deeming it good. He watches her as she makes her silent decision and smirks at the way she smiles to herself. Coming back to the conversation she makes eye contact with Harry as she sets the glass down and leans back in her chair.

“You barely know me.” A coy smile flits across her features now. Harry’s heart skips a beat at her tone. He had been expecting some lighthearted quip, but this held something far more intense. It’s still teasing, but it’s far closer to flirting than friendly joking.

He begins to unpack the basket and place food onto the table, eyes constantly flickering between his task and Y/N. Her eyes are fixated on his hands, the way they flex and move and the way his rinks clink against the containers he’s moving around.

“Then tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything.” He finishes placing the food on the table and removes the basket from the table so there’s nothing obstructing their view of each other.

“Very specific,” she takes a sip of her wine again, refraining from rolling her eyes. It was easy to talk to Harry, like they had been friends forever.

Harry lets out one of his loud single laughs. “See! You’re hilarious.” His compliment makes her finally roll her eyes playfully. Instead of responding, she puts some food onto the plate in front of her and takes a bite of a peach slide she had grabbed.

“You’re a flirt,” she says finally, her smile spreading across her face.

“That’s a fact ‘bout me not you, love.”

She bites her lip. For being extremely forgetful, Harry was also extremely charming. “Well, I’m not a fan of flirts.”

“I thought you said you were a massive fan yesterday?” He tilts his head to the side and looks at her with an inviting look in his eye, obviously trying to goad her.

She let out a gasp at his words and began to blush. His stare felt like a second sun boring straight into her, its heat traveling directly to her core. Trying to maintain her collected appearance that she had played so well yesterday, she takes a breath and another sip of wine. The liquid ran down her throat, soothing her. Shaking her head she says, “You know what I meant.”

Biting a piece of bread, Harry nods and shoots her a wink. Her legs instinctively shift together. Finishing his chewing, he speaks up, “Okay, but seriously, tell me more about yourself.”

They settle in, getting more serious and having an actual conversation rather than flirty comments shot back and forth. By the end of the bottle of wine, Harry and Y/N are cackling about some story she’s told about her first solo trip to Amsterdam and all the trouble she got into being a twenty year old college student with easy legal access to weed.

“I remember the first time I went to Amsterdam with the band,” Harry easily segways into his own story and she perks at the words ‘the band’. After all the fun they had been having talking and getting to know each other, the idea that Harry was a famous musician had left her mind completely. For the last forty-five minutes he had just been a really nice guy who was treating her to lunch.

She looks at him expectantly. “It was crazy cool, I think I was only seventeen then? But everyone else was over 18 so they bought us a bunch of pot and we smoked it and got high off our asses. Can barely remember what we talked about, but we definitely thought it was the smartest shit ever”

“Do you ever miss that?”

He finishes off his last bit of wine, “Being young and dumb?”

“No, the, like, relationship you had with them. I don’t mean to pry, but I feel like with any close relationship, when you stop being together all the time...it’s never the same.”

Harry sighs, thinking over what you had said, now knowing it was rather serious and not just about being young. He runs a hand through his soft curls before starting his response. “Short answer is yes. But, y’know, they were my family for so long and that bond doesn’t go away, even if we go through rough patches. Like that part of my life is such an essential part of who I am, I could never throw it away or discount it. I don’t know if I miss it all of the time though. I really like who I am right now.”

She nods, finishing her wine now too. Her body is fuzzy and warm under the soft light of the afternoon. Sharing a bottle of wine was enough to make her tipsy, but she felt sober enough to carry on their serious conversation. “That’s good. It’s important to like who you are right now. It’s how you know you’re ready to be there for others.” She says thoughtfully and then adds, “I like who I am right now, too.”

Harry smiles at her, a calm expression maintaining on his face, and twists his rings on his fingers. “That’s good,” he echoes. “Do you want to go for a walk?” His voice is soft and of course she’s going to say yes.

Her response is to stand up from the table and begin putting things back into the picnic basket. Harry watches her for a moment, taking in the way she moves with so much elegance even when doing such a mundane task. He is honestly so happy that he had gotten to see her again. She had intrigued him yesterday, but he had just expected her to be one of those fleeting thoughts in his mind. Now he wasn’t so sure. He had a feeling she would live in his memory for far longer. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll come back later and grab it all.”

“You set this all up, the least I can do is clean up a little,” She looks up at him from her crouched position as she packs up the leftover food into the basket still on the ground. Her hair is slightly falling into her face and she reaches to push it behind her ear while they continue to look at one another. Harry takes his lower lip into his mouth as he continues to look at her, trying to convince himself she’s not the most beautiful woman he’s ever met.

As they walk between the grapes, they continue to talk, further investigating Y/N’s job aspirations and what Harry was planning on for his next few weeks of vacation. He leads them down a dirt path after they cross the street, moving away from both the villa and the chateau. The path has tall grass flanking its sides that pushes around in the cool summer breeze. She mentions the beautiful sound of the birds chirping and Harry agrees. They walk until they reach the small lake that’s about a ten minute walk from their respective current residences. It’s not a lake for swimming so there’s no one around, just more tall grass, some small trees, and the animals.

“It’s really so beautiful here.”

“I love it a lot, I’ve been coming down here every evening and just sitting alone for an hour or so,” Harry motions to the little wooden bench located beneath a shady tree. She looks at him questioningly, unsure if he means for them to sit. He takes her hand in response and leads them over to it. It’s right before the edge of the pond and if their legs were just a bit longer they could touch the feet into the water.

“It’s nice,” She says, turning her attention from the scenery to stare at Harry, who she finds is already looking at her. Their eyes meet and she bites her lip. He’s so close to her. Closer than they were in the shop yesterday and now their faces are on the same level. His glasses are still pushed into his curls and she decides to pluck them from his head and place them over her eyes instead. Harry protests, but she says smugly, “I’m putting them to better use than just sitting a top that head of yours. It’s quite bright out.”

Harry leans into her, extending his arm behind her and resting it on the back of the bench. She sighs peacefully, with her gaze now hidden behind the glasses. She returns her gaze out against the water and tries to shift closer to Harry casually. They stay silent, listening to the rest of the world moving around them. Soon she’s resting nestled into his side and his arm has moved from the bench to rest around her shoulders. She exhales in contentment, but neither of them have said anything for a while. They were okay with it, being held was enough. Her right hand goes up and threads with Harry’s that is hanging limply against her.

After a few more minutes of silence, Harry decides he wants to talk. “I like being around you.”

“I like being around you too, Harry. You’re different than I had expected.”

“Really?”

“Yeah..I mean there’s that sinister quote about how you should never meet your heroes. But still, you were even kinder than I expected and even though you stole my phone,” she pauses to laugh,”it kind of turned out to be a blessing in disguise because I got to see you again.”

“Thanks…” Harry sighs and she turns her face to gaze up at him. “Well, yeah, now I’m sorta glad I did take your phone. You’re really wonderful.” She smiles and he smiles just as wide.

But then her smile falters, suddenly remembering everything. It was like a self-fulfilling prophecy, she mentioned that thing about heroes and it all came crashing down around her. Yes, it was amazing to be around Harry and it was great that he had been so down to earth. But what she had just said was true too. He was her hero, he was famous and their lives didn’t connect at all. Just that one fleeting moment in the shop. If she hadn’t known him they would have never interacted. She had even been on her last legs of being in that store, she was just about to ask her mom to leave when Harry had walked through the door.

She sits up and drops her hand from his and he looks at her confused. “Did I say something wrong?” He asks, concerned. She stands up now and walks the short distance to the edge of the water, pushing his glasses on top of her head. He follows quickly, growing anxious as she stays silent. “I just..” she laughs in spite of herself, “I just feel really dumb right now.”

“What? Why?” Harry’s really confused now, she won’t meet his gaze as he faces her trying to figure out what just happened.

“I can’t believe I fooled myself into thinking for even a second this could ever be something more.” She turns to Harry finally, looking him directly in the eye, even though her eyes are prickling with tears. She’s angry with herself, not Harry. “You’re you and I’m just a fan at the end of the day. All of the flirting and touching, it can’t be anything more. At most, I’m a one night stand. And as great as that would be in the moment, I know how I feel about you and I know it would ruin me. I can’t be a fling for you, Harry. I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he grabs her arm, trying to comfort her, she shrugs him off. “You’re more than a fan to me, I thought that was obvious by now. You wouldn’t be some meaningless one night stand. When I say I like being around you, I mean I like you, Y/N.” His voice is strong yet soft. He needs to convince her that she can feel comfortable around him, but he sees the darkness in her eyes, how scared she is of being hurt.

“I don’t fit into your life, Harry.” She shakes her head, moving her hands more as she grows more anxious.

“That’s not true. You told me you want to move to England, we could see each other there and see if this was anything.”

She knows he’s right, that it was possible, but she had worked herself up so much now that she had a hard time believing it. She takes a deep breath, “Just answer me this. Would you have given me a second glance if I hadn’t come up to you in that shop yesterday? Or a second thought if there hadn’t been the phone mishap?”

Harry is taken aback. Her words had nothing to do with what he had just said. He had thought his solution was actually really great, a plan he had been meaning to tell her if the rest of the day had gone accordingly, which it didn’t seem to be doing. He pauses and if Y/N was anymore distraught that would have been her cue to leave. Thankfully, she had grounded herself enough in the situation to not let her hot head get in the way of this conversation.

“That’s a pretty unfair question, Y/N. It’s not like I’m constantly looking for someone to fancy.”

“Just answer the questions.”

“Probably not, about the first one, I hadn’t even noticed anyone in the shop before you came up to me. I was off in my own world.” She nods, taking his words into account. He continues, “But yes, about the second one, I thought about you in the car ride home before your phone even rang. Like I said, I like you.”

“Okay.” She softens.

“That’s it?”

“I mean you’re right. We could see each other in London and see if this is something. I just had to know about the other stuff, it was racing through my mind and I wouldn’t get over it unless you gave me an answer.”

“Oh, so can I kiss you?” His words broke the uncomfortable tension that had surrounded them.

“You still want to?” Her voice is small and unsure. The most nervous she had been around Harry was right now.

“I want to do so much more than that, darling, you have no idea.” He cups her cheek and wraps an arm around her waist. She giggles in nervous anticipation. Then his lips gently push onto hers and she sighs into the kiss. At the edge of the lake, the pair of them taste each other for the first time. Tongues begin licking into each other’s mouths and the kiss becomes breathless. Her hands are at the base of his neck, tugging him closer to her while he tightens his grasp around her waist. She moans slightly when Harry nips at her lower lip and he smirks, happy with the sound she makes.

“We should probably go get my phone.” Harry whimpers at her words.

“What?” Harry is once again confused by the woman before him, who had now pulled from their kiss.

“My phone is in your room…” She trails off and then eyes widen and he giggles excitedly. Eventually realizing what she’s implying.

“Yes! Yes, we should go do that. Get your phone. In my room. Sounds like a good idea. Mhmm.” He pecks her lips between each sentence.

“You’re so weird,” she laughs and brings down his shades onto her face once again. He pulls her into his side and kisses the top of her head as they begin their walk back to the chateau.

“Do you want your phone or not?”

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