#there are days when not being a teacher feels like someone reached down my throat and ripped oit my heart

[startenthousand]

Welp I made it 8 min into the 'Pedagogy in SF&F' panel before bursting into tears and closing Zoom.

[youryanderedaddy]

Oleander

Summary: Nine months ago you killed a man. Now you're sharing a drink with his brother. Life works in mysterious ways. tw: female reader, implied murder, captivity, dub - con, hate fucking, degradation, cruel reader

Sometimes you wonder if you’re a good person. It’s nice, almost, to lose yourself in meaningless philosophical battles in your own mind - it reminds you of high school, of balding teachers making you read Kant and Plato, raving on and on about dead men that will never come back to agree or disagree with the countless pages they made you write about them. It’s easier now, though - easy to lose yourself in semantics, to water down hundred years of morals and ethics into a simple question. Am I, the way I am, the way I’ve always been, good? 

These thoughts always come back when the liquor hits your system. You can’t believe Devan let you drink with him tonight. He must be getting lonely, you realize. Your hands are too shaky and slippery to hold the glass, and you end up spilling half of it over your chest anyways. Your shirt soaks the liquor quickly, and the sharp smell of sanitizer makes you feel as if you’re running through a cold hospital corridor. If you squint, you can almost imagine the needle poking at your vein to draw fresh blood. 

Devan watches you with odd fascination - as if you’re a child learning how to walk, and takes a sip straight off the bottle. Were you any less drunk, you’d be disgusted, yet now all you think about is how he’s drinking more and more of the bitter medicine, leaving less for you. And you need it. God knows you need it.

“Messy, murderous slut.” He mumbles under his breath, reaching out to you with a disoriented shake of his hand. “You ruined my fucking life, you know?” He manages to take a hold of your elbow. You flinch impulsively but his hold, in all its drunken angst, is unrelenting.

“You ruined your own life.” You intend your answer to be playful, but it comes out venomous. Maybe you both need some sleep - too bad the bottle is still half full. You pour yourself some more. “You’re 27 with no education, job or any support network. Even your parents don’t call you anymore, because, well… what even are you without him?” You let yourself get closer to the man - so close you can see his eyes illuminate in fear. His skin is warm like concrete melting under the sun. Tonight you are cruel. Tonight you are free - even as the tears fall down your freezing cheeks. “Admit it.” You inhale so quietly you barely feel your lungs. “You fucking love it.”

Even as his hand connects to your cheek in an audible slap, you can’t help running your mouth off. You are absolutely intoxicated - and the sting feels like a kiss to your lonely, untouched face. How long has it been since someone held you?

“You fucking love that your brother died, deep down. I mean, it’s the perfect excuse, isn’t it? You finally have a reason to be this fucking miserable.” Your smirk, filling up with glee - just like a child torturing a helpless ladybug on the ground, it’s so wrong yet feels so right. ”Besides being a lousy loser, of course.”

“How fucking dare you!” Devin flips you over with ease, throwing you on the ground. There is a raw, animalistic sadness in his big black orbs bleeding into his rage, and it makes it impossible to be scared. Even as his thick fist wraps itself around your throat, it’s hard not to burst into laughter. All the good hazy feelings take over logic and now the bleak feels like a big joke of nature. “Joe was… He… He was…” Everything, he tries to say, but his voice breaks into a pained howl and his breathing shallows before the word can roll off his colorless tongue. For a passing moment everything stills.

“It’s all your fault.” Your captor hisses weakly, his hand trembling around your warm inviting flesh. “I should have killed you that first day… that first night.” His fingers dance around your throat, carefully avoiding your jugular. “It would have been so easy. You do have a beautiful neck.” His voice lowers. “It wouldn’t be hard to–” He squeezes again - tight, tighter, and you see stars. “Maybe then I’ll finally be at peace.” He’s staring at you, intently, but it’s himself he’s talking to. 

“Oh, please.” You roll your eyes. You can feel a certain fullness in your sides and a dull pain tugging at your collarbone from suffocation - but your mind can’t wrap itself around a single coherent thought other than to hurt him. It’s like the more you hurt him, the more it hurts inside you. “You can’t kill me.” There is no sass in your tone, no mischief - just plain cold acceptance.

Devin stops in his tracks to stare you down as if you’ve lost your goddamn mind. Then he laughs. He laughs so much his hand slips off your throat and you can finally breathe again.

“And what makes you so sure?” He finally collects himself enough to ask, leaning towards you. If anyone were to see you now, they would think you’re two lovers about to elope. “Because…” You avert your face away from his watchful eyes - there’s something about them, a wild flame that makes you sober up quicker than you’d like. “I’m the only person you hate more than yourself. If you kill me, the game is over.” You give him a sad smile. “And you’re all alone again.”

The man grabs your chin, forcing your lips to pucker up like a doll’s. “Like I need a fucked up bitch to keep me company.” He says, yet he keeps moving your head up and down as if he’s inspecting you for damage. As if he cares if you’re bruised, as if his fingers want to feel you for just a second longer. “Then let me go.” You bite back, and you watch his face go dark like a night sky. “No.” The boy - man shrieks, holding onto your arm for dear life. It hurts… but it’s also warm and tight - like an embrace, but not quite. “You deserve to suffer.” He quickly adds, pulling you closer to him. “Then torture me.” You add more fuel. “Do something. Anything.” You sink your teeth into his knees. “For once in your shitty miserable life do so–”

He kisses you. 

You don’t know how to describe the kiss. It’s neither passionate, nor aggressive. It’s desperate, yet it lacks strength. It’s a rushed thing. It’s a memory reminiscent of summer - in a quiet village, after an atom bomb. His lips are the flowers that eventually bloom before they’re stomped by soldier boots. You’re the half - lit match that turns it all to ashes. Your bodies are meant for destruction, and that’s why they fit together perfectly. 

“Let me have you.” He almost pleads once you separate, breathless, on the brink of insanity - as if he isn’t already there. His hands are on both sides of your waist, squeezing so hard it hurts, unstable fingers ready to grab and grope at any shape malleable enough. 

“No.” You wince, but your eyes remain cold and challenging. “Fuck you.” Devin replies, roughly spreading your thighs apart. “Fuck you.” He repeats as he rips into your throat, dragging his teeth against your sweet spot, making you really feel the sharp points tearing into your soft vulnerable skin. The thought of leaving his mark on you makes his stomach turn - and it terrifies him. You try not to look down, but you hear his belt hit the ground and soon his pants follow suit - and then you sense it right against your entrance. Sticky slick whiteness coats your white panties as it drips from the purpling tip so full it might burst by the friction alone.

His hard length rubs along your wet slit and with clenched teeth you anticipate the burn of the stretch, the way he’ll rip your underwear from you, your last protective shield - but it never comes. Yet you see it move in and out, in and out of you rhythmically. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, his rasp groans into your ear, his hands moving your torso back and forth like a carousel. You finally look down. 

He’s fucking your thighs - through your panties, no less. 

“Hold your legs together.” The man barks at you, but his voice is so needy you can’t help giggling even as he manhandles you around like a ragdoll. “T-tighter.” You squeeze your thighs snuggly against his cock - and you hope it hurts him more than it hurts you. You throw your head back, leaning on his shoulder as you jeer gutturally, letting it all out in systematic bursts of laughter that sound more like black cigarette coughs. Or puffs. “God, you’re so pathetic.” You lazily stroke his shaft as it peeks down your stomach, oozing with pre - cum. “I bet your brother would have fucked me like a real man.”

He moves your head to the side with a brute slap, kissing you sloppily anywhere but your mouth - but it still does the trick of shutting you up. “Too bad he’s dead.” He leaves a trail of wet pecks down your throat. Your stomach is sticky. You feel disgusting. “Guess you’re mine now.”

You roll your eyes.

“Dream on.”

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

It would be so cute if you could write about harry and yn being together since highschool and they were each others first everything and they got married very early and just their live together now yk

From Here To Eternity.

a/n: thank you to the very kind anon that requested this blurb, it was definitely a fun one to write and i’m sorry it took so long to post! fyi i’m absolutely terrible at writing smut so please don’t come at me🫶

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in which, harry and you first met on your first day of secondary school, and since then your lives have always revolved around each other. she’s been there through everything, his x-factor audition, when the band first rose to fame, when they went on a hiatus and when he made it big as a solo star. they were each others first everything’s, and that made the whole ordeal just that more special.

September 4th, 2009 — the first meeting.

On the first day of secondary school, your nerves were through the roof. The fact that your hands were shaking was not helping the factor that you knew absolutely no one in this school.

You were absolutely terrified of being late to your classes and having to do the walk of shame towards your desk as everyone stared at you.

Walking down the hallway, you happened to spot a boy with brown curly hair, he was putting something away in his locker and a focused look on his face.

“Excuse me,” You gained his attention as you walked over to him, his snapping over to me. “I was wondering if you happened to know where room 102 was?”

He closed his locker behind him and stood up straighter. “— yeah I do, I’m heading there myself in a minute, what’s your name? M’Harry?”

Relief showered your body knowing that you had found someone to talk to and someone you could walk into class with. “My names (Y/N)”

“So are you new here?”he asked, gripping a hold of his backpack that was over his shoulder, it blended in with your school uniform.

You nodded your head. “—yeah we moved from Liverpool, today's my first day.”

“So what classes do you have today?” Harry asked as you tried not to bump into students in your way.

You glanced down at the timetable that was in your hands and let out a small groan. “I’ve got Math, English, Religious Studies and then Science”

Harry let out a small laugh. “— I’ve got the same, looks like we’re going to be in the same classes”

Thank god.

At least you would know someone in your classes through the day and wouldn’t have to feel like a loner.

“Maths is definitely my favourite subject,”Harry continued on smiling at the thought of his favourite subject. “What’s yours?”

“Oh I’m absolutely terrible at maths,”You shook your head before pondering an answer to his previous question. “— I think my favourite subject may be pe.”

As the two of you walked towards the class (more like you following behind him like a little bit of a lost puppy) you continued to chet about your favourite hobbies.

You found out that he was part of a music group named ‘White Eskimo’ and he had even invited you to rage along to one of their practices when you had time.

You found yourself laughing at the little jokes that he seemed to slip into the conversation and you felt a lot more at ease about the school day ahead.

By the time you both arrived at the door of the classroom, you felt your throat go dry upon seeing your Maths teacher Mr.Jones already reaching the class.

Not only had you made yourself late, you had now dragged your new friend down to your depths.

Great.

Harry tried to quietly open the door, hoping not to disturb the class but the teacher had already snapped their head over to see the two of you entering the room.

Mr.Jones raised an eyebrow at Harry. “Late on the first day back?”

Your new friend looked down at the ground slightly. “—M’sorry,Sir.”

The teacher let out a sigh before turning their attention over to you and eyeing you up carefully. “Who's your friend?”

“My names (Y/N), I’m new here and Harry helped me get here, it’s my fault we’re late.”I tried to explain to the teacher who just pushed there glasses further up the bridge of there nose.

“Well (Y/N) and Harry, go ahead and take the seats at the back of the class for me.”Mr.Jones nodded there head over to the two empty seats you were expected to occupy.

As the two of you sat down in the seats, you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and felt your face flush a soft shade of pink.

Being late on your first day wasn’t so teething you expected to do. But they couldn’t really blame you.

You just didn’t want to make a bad first impression.

“I’m sorry about making you late.”You apologised to Harry, as you grabbed a pencil from your pencil case.

Harry waved you off with a reassuring smile. “— it’s all good.”

As the lesson progressed on you and Harry shared notes about the syllabus you were learning, helping each other with the work as much as you could without the teacher calling you out for speaking.

“Thanks for letting me sit next to you, you didn’t have to.” you muttered to Harry who was flicking through the textbook.

He smiled at you. “— honestly, it’s been my pleasure, and can’t wait to see where this friendship goes.”

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April 2nd, 2010 — Prom.

When Harry had invited you round his house on Saturday, you thought absolutely nothing of it.

Since you first started year eleven, you and Harry were quick to become best friends and would often go round each other's houses on the weekend and have a sleepover until Sunday.

When he opened the door after hearing you knock on it, you could instantly pick up on how nervous he was due to the fact his fingers were curled up into a fist.

“Hi, H!”you greeted him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

There was no doubt that over the course of your friendship that you hadn’t thought about him in another way.

You spent every school day together since you started and most weekends together as well unless you were doing something with your families.

Harry opened the door a bit more. “— hey, come on in.”

Once inside, Harry led you out to the back garden seeing as it was a warm summer's day, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Until your eyes landed on the set up.

A picnic had been set up and a red and white chequered blanket was laid out on the greenery. A bowl of fruit in the middle with some sandwiches laid out as well.

“Wow..Harry,”you breathed out. “— what’s all this for?”

“I was thinking about Prom and how we weren’t too sure about if we should go,”he explained, sitting down on the blanket with you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “— I wanted to ask if you would be my Prom date? I wanted it to be special.”

Did you hear him right?

He wants you to be his prom date?

“Really?”was all I managed to speak, still trying to wrap my head around his question.

He nodded his head. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I can’t deny that I like you, we’re friends and going to prom together would be the first step into getting something more.”

Was this way of him saying he liked you?

Holy fucking moly.

“You like me?”

He smirked at you. “— isn’t that obvious?”

He took a sip of strawberry water from his cup. “So what do you say? Will you be my prom date?”

You flushed a shade of red making him let out a small laugh. “I would love to be your prom date!”

When Prom night finally came around, your nerves were skyrocketing.

You stood at the top of the stairs after hearing from your mum who was peering out the windows that your prom date had arrived and was eagerly awaiting for your prom dress to get revealed, so that he could like you even more.

You took in a small inhale of air before your heel clad feet started making their way down the stairs, hand holding onto the railing so that you didn’t fall and trip, and that was when you saw him.

Harry.

He was wearing a grey suit, with a white crisp shirt underneath as well as a matching grey suit vest and a black bow tie to compliment the outfit even more, his hair was styled the exact same with his unruly curls framing his face and had some black shoes on his feet.

“Wow,”Harry’s mouth gaped as he stared at you, “— you look beautiful!”

You had no idea that you would be matching colours seeing as you hadn’t even known what each other was going to wear.

This was complete coincidence.

Your dress was a light grey strapless dress with a long skirt that was layered. There was a sprinkling of light pink flowers embroidered onto the torso of the dress to add the slightest pop of colour.

Your cheeks flushed. “Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

Your mother was standing next to your father at the bottom of the stairs as well, a camera was in her hands as Harry came and stood next to you, placing a hand on your hip and bringing you in closer to him.

“The two of you look lovely.”Your mother complimented as she continued to take photos.

“Thanks mom.”You let out a small groan of embarrassment as Harry let out a small laugh.

Your father clapped Harry on the back as the two of you made your way towards the front door, he was grinning at him. “— take care of my daughter tonight, Harry.”

“I will Mr. (Y/L/N)”Harry let out a nervous chuckle.

After the two of you had said your goodbyes to your parents, Harry who had just passed his drivers test grabbed his keys out of his pocket and opened your car door for you like a true gentleman.

Once the both of you were in the seats, Harry turned to look at you with a look of fondness. “You really do look beautiful by the way.”

“And you really do look handsome.”You told him in truth, tucking a curl out of his eyes.

The drive to the venue was one filled with laughter and comfortableness when the two of you arrived at the venue, strobe lights were lining up the exterior as a red carpet was rolled out.

Throughout the entire night, you and Harry continued to dance, moving your bodies and that was when you realised just how charming and considerate Harry really was.

All in all you had a great time together.

As the night drew to a close and prom king and queen was announced, Harry placed a hand on the small of your back as the final slow dance of the evening took place.

“How would you feel if I took you on a real date sometime?”

Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach felt as if butterflies had taken home there. “— I would feel privileged.”

What a great way to end the night.

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June 17th, 2010 — the first time.

“If you're not ready to do this…''Harry panted out as you wrapped your arms around his neck from where you were laying underneath him, both of you in nothing but your knickers. “…then we don’t have to, I’m not pressuring you into doing anything.”

“I really want to do this,”you whispered, pressing a kiss to his nose. “— there’s no one else I would rather be doing this with, I trust you Harry, baby.”

After your first date, you and Harry had been on five more before he asked you to be his girlfriend and after dating for two months you finally figured out that you were both ready to take the next big step in your relationship.

Harry nodded his head and started leaving kisses down her jaw, and lower down her neck, making you squirm slightly in his grip.

He slowly pulled the waistband of your knickers down from your hips and gradually down your leg making you wish he would simply hurry up.

“God, you're making me melt over here, babe.” Harry complimented as he took sight of your bare core, glistening and all for him.

He was a virgin also, so that factor made this even more special.

“Please..please har..Harry.”you whined, head thrown back as his hand teased at your bud of nerves, he tried not to whine as well at seeing you like this.

Your first time was together.

He was getting you ready for him and that made you even more nervous.

The condom was on his length before you even got a chance to blink.

His length was bulky and there was a large vein leading up to the top of his penis, where a drop of pre cum was starting to form.

Harry laced your fingers together as he slowly entered your soaking core.

It wasn’t as painful as you had imagined but it was definitely uncomfortable.

It would take a lot of getting used to.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling and knowing that the moisture was all because of him and no one else.

“You feel so good (Y/N).”Harry groaned as he thrusted in and out of you at a gentle pace.

You reached your hand up and pulled at his curls as moans and groans fell from both of your lips and filled his bedroom.

He kissed you with everything he had, and that was what solidified the deal for you.

You loved him.

Your legs tightened and your stomach copied.

“Let go, sweet girl,”Harry spoke softly, making a tear fall down your cheek at the pleasure you were currently facing. “— come for me, babe.”

“Let go, let go for me, sweet girl.” A wave of ecstasy rolled over your body as you came undone and felt his lips against your feverish skin.

Harry pressed a kiss to your lips. “— I love you (Y/N) I love you so much.”

Your pants made it hard to figure things out around you but you had definitely heard what he had said.

He loves you?

Harry Edward Styles really said he loved you.

You let out a small breath. “I love you Harry, I really do.”

There’s definitely a right place to say things like this and this was definitely the place.

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August 6th, 2010 — the news.

“I’ve got some news.”

You tilted your head to the side as you laid down next to Harry on the hammock in his garden, your legs entwined and your head rested on his chest.

You lifted your head up slightly. “What’s the news?”

“You know how you and mum are always saying that I’ve got a good voice?” He asked, running a hand up and down your arm.

You nodded at him as an answer, you did really think that he had a good voice, you would often hear him singing to himself getting changed in the mornings you would sleep over, you would hear him singing you to sleep at night when you were a little bit restless.

He was even part of ‘White Eskimo’ so if he was the frontman of a band then he obviously had a good voice.

“Well I think I’m going to audition for X-factor.”

You sat up completely, eyes wide as his words registered in your brain.

“You're going to audition for X-factor?”You exclaimed, “— as in the show with Louis Walsh and Dermot O Leary?”

He nodded his head. “I’ve been practising non stop, you hear me singing all the time, so it only seems like the right thing to do.”

“I’m really excited for you!” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek out of pure affection.

“Do you have an idea about what you're going to sing?” You mused, staring at him softly.

“Yeah, I want to sing something that really showcases my voice so I’ve been thinking ‘Hey Soul Sister’.”

One of your favourite songs.

“That’s a really good song, H.” you informed him, lacing your fingers together. “— you're going to do absolutely amazing.”

He hummed. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” You assured him, the sun shining down on your skin to give it a nice sun kissed glow. “— and I’m always here if you ever want help practising.”

He laughed, throwing his head back slightly at your words, you both knew that you were a very bad singer so just the thought of you helping him out seemed funny.

“I’ll definitely consider that.”

Over the next few weeks leading up to the audition, you would hear Harry singing every chance he got.

Whether that be in the shower, in the car on the way to school, and sometimes when you stayed over you could swear that you heard him singing in his sleep.

But that only showed his dedication to impress the judges.

And that hard work definitely paid off.

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February 19th, 2013 — gaining permission.

It was a warm summer’s evening when Harry approached the front door of your childhood home.

His nerves were high as he raised his fist to knock against the wood, his mind still rehearsing everything that he was about to say to him.

After hearing someone knock against the front door, your father raised his eyebrows and went ahead towards it, opening it up and coming face to face with your boyfriend of nearly three years.

“Hello Mr. (Y/L/N)”Harry greeted the man he called a second father and offered him a grin.

Your father and Harry shook hands. “— Afternoon, Harry.”

You had absolutely no idea that Harry was going round to speak to your father tonight seeing as you were on a girls weekend with a few friends from school, and so Harry thought this would be the best time to speak to him, without you wondering where he was.

The timing was perfect really.

“I came to talk to you about something really important, if that’s alright with you.”Harry explained, his palms suddenly becoming slightly sweaty.

Your father invited him into the home and they both settled down on the sofas in the living room, Harry began speaking seeing as he couldn’t hold it off anymore.

"Mr. (Y/L/N), I know we're young, but I can't imagine my future without your daughter," Harry stated as he sat across from your dad.

"I appreciate your honesty, Harry. But marriage is a big commitment. Are you sure you're ready for that?" Your dad replied, folding his arms.

When Harry was placed as a member of One Direction, he didn’t think that his life would change drastically, he had heard stories of boy bands and their girlfriends always having a hard time, but you and Harry were beating all the odds.

The two of you were stronger than ever.

"Yes, sir," Harry answered confidently. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I love her so much and I want to spend the rest of my life making her happy."

Your dad leaned back in his chair, contemplating Harry’s words. "Well, I have to say, I'm impressed with your sincerity. It's not often you see such devotion in young people these days. Alright, I'll give you my blessing."

The singer let out a sigh of relief and a smile spread across his face. "Thank you, sir! I'll do my best to make her happy every day."

As Harry stood up to leave, your dad stopped him. "One more thing, James. Promise me that you'll take care of her. She's my little girl and I love her more than anything in this world."

"I promise, sir," Harry replied, nodding his head earnestly. "I'll always be there for her and do whatever it takes to make her happy."

As Harry left, your dad couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy. He knew that his daughter was in good hands with a man who loved her so deeply.

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March 1st, 2013 — the pier.

Coming to the pier was a bit of a last time for you and Harry.

It held a lot of memories for the two of you.

When you would spend the nights round his house on the weekends, you would sneak out of the house and go and spend some time at the arcades at the end of the pier, he even won you a stuffed unicorn once.

You had gone there after prom when he asked you out on a proper date to stare at the stars as they rested in the sky,

After your fifth date, Harry had brought you to the pier and asked if you wanted to be his girlfriend.

You had been on the pier when he told you that he was put in One Direction, you weren’t allowed to be at that audition because your parents said that school was more important, you were there when he told you that his life was about to change drastically.

As you and Harry walked along the pier, he held your manicured hand tightly.

“So how was your day, baby?” You quizzed him, swinging your hands back and forth slightly.

“It was good,”Harry replied, “— busy with getting things ready for the tour, but it was good overall.”

You knew how hard he and the rest of the boys were working so that they could get everything ready for the tour they were about to embark on, you were tagging along as well so that you could spend as much time with Harry as possible.

“I can imagine,”you offered him a small smile. “How’s all that going?”

“I think it’s going well, to be honest.”he squeezed your hand as you continued walking down the pier. “— we’re just working on nailing the set list and then everything should be ready to go.”

As the two of you walked, the topic of conversation shifted from work to your family and then to finally what you both wanted your future to look like.

Over the years you had learned to feel comfortable with speaking to Harry about everything and anything.

“Speaking of the future,” He spoke, making you glance over at him, your eyes locking. “— what do you see in our future?”

You had thought about an answer to this question for a while now and contemplated telling him, but now seemed like the appropriate time to say it.

“I definitely see us having a happy, loving life together,”you began to answer, breathing softly. “Maybe a house, marriage and definitely some kids, you’d be a great dad.”

Harry’s heart swelled after hearing your words. “That sounds absolutely perfect.”

The two of you gazed out at the moonlit waves crashing below the wooden slats that were holding the pier up.

Finally, you reached the end of the pier where Harry stopped and turned to face you.

"(Y/N), I know we're only young," he began, "but I love you more than anything in this world. These past three years have been the happiest of my life and I can't imagine spending my future with anyone else."

Your heart was pounding as she stared into Harry’s forest green orbs that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight.

"H, I love you too," you replied, your voice shaking slightly.

“Sweetheart, you're my best friend, actually your more than that, your my whole world, my absolute reason to wake up every morning, you’ve been by my side through all the hardships and to say you’ve made me a better man would one hundred percent be the understatement of the century.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, trying to regulate your breathing as your ears started ringing as you stared at the man you adored.

Your eyes widened as you watched Harry kneel down on one knee and pull out a small velvet box from his pocket. "(Y/N), will you marry me?"

Marriage.

Harry wanted you to be his wife.

You could barely see him through the tears that were falling from your eyes, but you could make out that he was crying as well.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes, of course, I will!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around Harry’s neck.

Once the two of you broke away from the hug, he slipped the ring from the box onto your finger, both hands shaking from the adrenaline currently coursing through their body.

The two of you embraced tightly, feeling each other's heartbeat as the gentle breeze swirled around you. For you and Harry, this moment felt like the beginning of forever.

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August, 2014 — I do.

You took in a deep breath as you stood at the end of the altar next to your father, your arm linked with his as your other hand held a bouquet of flowers.

When the familiar chords of one of your and Harry’s favourite songs rang out throughout the small registery office that the two of you had decided to get wed at, that was when you realised that this was really happening.

You were getting married.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Your father asked you, head tilted to the side.

You took in a hesitant small breath as you nodded at the words your father had just spoken. “Honestly, this is as ready as I’ll ever be.”

He nodded his head at your words before opening the doors to the side of the room, your breath hitched in your throat.

Your groom lifted his head when he heard whispers filling up the room and that was all the clarification he needed to know that you were present.

He hesitantly lifted his head and salt water instantly filled his orbs.

You looked astonishing.

It felt as if it was just the two of you in the room, your eyes remained locked on each other as you got closer and closer, the moment was pure and heartwarming.

Harry’s curls had grown out since your engagement on the pier so they were pushed back by a simple headband, so they didn’t block his view of you and he was adorning a suit of black colour, a white frilled shirt underneath as a thin silk black tie hung around his neck.

Your wedding dress was what you had always dreamed your dress would look like on your special day. It was Lacey and hung loosely to your figure in certain areas, flowers embroidered the sleeves and around your collar.

As your heel clad feet came to a stop by your soon to be husband, your father left a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, before taking a seat at the front two next to your mother as well as Harry’s parents and sister.

Your hand slipped into Harry’s and he rubbed soft circles on the back of it to reassure you that everything was going to be okay.

“You look beautiful, m’love.”Harry whispered as his own eyes filled with more tears.

The officiant glanced around at the people around you that were gathered in the small room before clearing his throat and beginning to speak.

“(Y/N) and Harry have decided to write their own vows as a declaration of there love for one another as well as there marriage,” the man began, looking down at the notes in his hands.

You and Harry locked gazes with each other and both offered each other a small smile, this was really happening.

“God, Harry I don’t even know where to begin,”you looked down at the piece of paper in your hand that was filled with your handwriting.

“— just for this day, I had to Google what the definition of a soulmate was but then I realised I didn’t have to. You were the definition. Plain and Simple. When we first met our first conversation was me asking you for directions, but over the past three years of getting to know you and fall continuously in love with you, I have come to known that you have showed me new directions of life, directions I didn’t think I would see unless I hadn’t of met you. You continue to make me proud and that’s one of the main reasons I love you.”

You glanced up at him when you had finished reading your vows and watched as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

Harry turned to look at the small gathering of people you had invited to be here for this special moment, and a wet chuckle fell from his lips. “How on earth am I supposed to beat that?”

He turned back to look at you, unfolding a piece of paper from his shit pocket and starting to read aloud. “— My sweet girl, m’love, when we first started dating, straight from the get go I had promised to cherish you from then on out, from our first meeting you instantly captured my heart, you’ve made me a better person, and for that I simply can’t thank you enough, your all I ever want and more, I love you and will continue to love you as long as my heart remains beating.”

There was definitely not a dry eye in sight when Harry had finished reading.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), do you take Harry Edward Styles to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward?”

“I do.”

“And do you Harry Edward Styles take (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward?”

“Of course I bloody do!”

Harry’s best man, his stepfather Robin Twist steps forward from where he’s sat next to Anne, offering both of you the rings.

The ring slipped onto Harry’s finger effortlessly.

His hands worked delicately to slip yours on.

The officiant smiled adoringly. “— with the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!”

Harry didn’t waste a second in bringing his lip balmed lips down against yours, as the taste of strawberry filled your senses, the kiss was one full of tenderness and love.

It was all official.

You were now Mrs. (Y/N) Styles.

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June 18th, 2015 — the delivery.

"I'm here!"

You looked up from the hospital bed you were currently laying on to see your husband run into the room, his eyes wide as he assessed the situation.

You were laid on the hospital bed, tears falling freely down your cheeks as your mother crouched at your bed side holding your hand and soothing you.

"H..Harry…"You spoke, voice coming out dry and hoarse.

The man rushed to your side, taking a hold of your hand and pushing some of the hair that had dried around your forehead out of your face. "— it's okay sweet girl, it's all okay. I'm here now"

Your mother gulped and looked down at the two of you. "I'll wait outside, give the two of you some space"the older women turned to look at her daughter. "You've got this (Y/N)"

Got what exactly?

Let’s answer that question.

You and Harry never really got to have a proper honeymoon after your wedding, due to the fact he was touring and didn’t have enough time to change the plans when they surrounded the band and management.

So almost six months ago, the band had decided to go on a little break near Christmas time so that they could spend the new years at home with their families and so you and Harry went back to holmes chapel.

And on Christmas Eve, the two of you christened the night and an explosion of love was formed.

You got pregnant.

And now, not even near the full term of pregnancy, your waters had broken when you were on a coffee date with your mother, your nerves were heightened especially when you had four months left in your pregnancy.

Once your mother had left the room, you turned to look at your husband, swallowing roughly. "I can't do it Harry..it's too early..they're not gonna make it!"

"Don't think like that, everything's going to be fine, I promise.” and with that he pressed a kiss to your damp cheek, grabbing ahold of your hand and rubbing the back of it softly.

Suddenly, you pinched her eyes shut and let out one of the most ear piercing painful cries Harry had ever heard, his heart beating erratically against his rib cage.

He stood up. "— I'm going to go and get some help alright..i'll be back as soon as possible"

He ran out of the room his wife was in and towards the reception area, his eyes landing on nurses who were sat there talking away. "— I need some help..my wife's having our baby"

You were clutching your stomach when Harry sprinted back into the room and resumed his position next to you, the nurses coming in followed by a doctor all smiling at you in the bed.

"Hi Mrs Styles, my names Dr Armstrong and I'll be helping you deliver your baby today, to make this experience as calm as possible, I'm going to need you to lift up your legs for me so I can check how dilated you are"

"You've got this"Harry whispered, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

You hesitated for a few seconds due to the fact the only person that had ever looked between your legs was harry, and the thought of any other man seemed daunting, but after Harry gave you a gentle look you slowly raised your legs up so they were bent on the bed and watched with watery eyes as the doctor slipped some latex gloves on his hand before slowly placing his hands between your legs.

The doctor then pulled his hands back, Harry letting his eyes fall on the blood on the top of the gloves, the doctor muttering a few things to the nurses, who then walked over to the other side of the room and started picking up blankets and towels.

What was happening?

"Mrs Styles, Mr Styles"the doctor cleared his throat. "— this probably isn't what the two of you were expecting but this baby is coming rather fast, and when I say fast I mean very, very fast"

Harry gulped and shook his head. "But she's only five months, surely that's not right"

The doctor smiled at the soon to be father. "That is very soon yes sir, but I have delivered babies much sooner than five months, and if we do everything right and take our time everything should be fine, I assure you"

The words just made your throat go even more dry, like sandpaper upon hearing that you were ten centimetres dilated and was soon going to be having the baby which just sent a sense

of dread to vibrate throughout your body.

"I don't want to do this Harry," You cried. "I don't want to do this..I can't"

Harry stroked a hand through your hair that was sticking to your forehead. "— you can do this sweet girl, I know you can, wouldn't have put our sweet baby in you if I didn't"

You nodded your head with all the energy that you could muster up and sat up a little bit further in the bed, your tight grip on Harry’s hand only getting tighter.

"Okay Mrs Styles, give me a nice gentle push."the doctor instructed, the nurses coming over to be on standby.

The next contraction hits your body and you ground your teeth together as you push, putting all the counter pressure in your hips.

Pushing kind of felt like when you were going to the toilet, only this was much more painful.

Tears continued to slide down your cheeks, Harry’s slightly calloused hands rubbing across her own as his own eyes welled with tears seeing the girl he loved and adored in so much pain.

"That was so good Mrs Styles,"the doctor complimented. "You're doing so well, repeat what you just did for me when your next contraction occurs, okay?"

Harry kissed your temple, just as another contraction ripped through your body, making it feel as though you were on fire.

"I can see the head."

The voices were numb to your ears, seeing as you were too busy focusing on pushing, your teeth were gritted together as your head was tucked down to your chest.

"We're so close to meeting them Sweet girl, so close,"Harry encouraged, looking in the eyes of his wife whose eyes were black.

The usual colour were filled with a pain filled black.

"The next push and you should have your baby, give me a big push Mrs Styles."

You pushed, this one feeling much longer than the others, keeping a white knuckle grip on Harry’s hand.

And that's when you heard it.

A cry filled the room, a literal babies cry.

Your and Harry’s babies cry.

"Is everything okay?"Harry quizzed, not removing his hand from your sweaty grasp.

You watched as the doctor nodded his head, letting his eyes flicker from between the two. "— congratulations Mr and Mrs Styles, you have a beautiful baby boy."

A boy.

You had a son.

A beautiful baby boy who was your’s forever.

"Would you like some skin to skin contact with your son, Mrs Styles?"Dr Armstrong asked, holding the baby in his arms.

"Yes please."You answered, perhaps a bit too quickly.

The doctor walked forward and gently laid the baby against your bare chest, moving the hospital gown out of the way.

The second your sweet baby boy was placed against your chest, you couldn't help but loud out a few cries.

Sobs even.

It may have been a bit earlier than the two of you expected, but now you simply wouldn't change it for the world.

The Styles were complete.

Harry couldn't help but let a tear fall down his cheeks, not bothering to wipe it away.

This is all he had worked for, and now it was finally here he couldn't be happier.

"Do we have a name?"one of the nurses asked, smiling at the sight of the mother holding the baby.

You locked eyes with Harry. "You tell them sweet boy"

Harry swallowed and nodded his head, not letting his eyes falter from the baby boy attached to his wife's bare chest.

"August,"he spoke. "— August Harry Styles."

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July 2nd, 2015 — the announcement.

As Harry Styles sat down for his interview, his long hair cascaded down his shoulders as he sat with the rest of the boys on the James Corden Show, a striped shirt hugging his body made of different shades of blue silk, with some black skinny jeans and a pair of chelsea boots.

He greeted James with a warm smile and sat down in the middle of Niall and Louis, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. It had been a while since he had spoken to the press, and he knew that they would have a lot of questions for him.

The first few questions were easy enough - how was his music career going? What were his plans for the future? But then, James asked him the question he had been dreading.

A question regarding his son.

Harry couldn’t be mad at James, it was his job after all and he knew for a fact that it was bound to come up one day, James was his friends, he wasn’t alone in the interview seeing as he was surrounded by his band mates, so he didn’t really have a factor to worry about.

"Harry, there have been rumours circulating that you have a son. Can you confirm or deny these rumours?"

Harry took a deep breath and looked directly into the camera. "I can confirm that the rumours are true," he said, his voice steady.

The host raised an eyebrow. "Can you tell us more about your son? How old is he?"

"He's just a baby," Harry replied, not wanting to really give away much about him. "I don't want to get into too many details, but he's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me."

And it was true.

Just over three weeks ago, little Auggie flew into there lives and made them just that much better than they already were.

The sleepless nights brought the two of you closer,

Nappy changes brought the two of you closer,

And baby sick made the two of you closer.

The interview continued, but Harry's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had just revealed a major secret. What would people think of him now that they knew he was a father?

But when Harry left the studio and checked his phone, he was overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support from his fans.

They sent him messages telling him how happy they were for him and how much they respected him for being honest.

In the end, Harry realised that being a dad was nothing to be ashamed of - it was something to be proud of. And with his fans by his side, he knew he could handle anything that came his way.

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25th May, 2023 — tour life.

Touring with your husband whilst he completed his last leg of tour was something you would never get over.

Especially now that you had two little munchkins touring with you, it made you think of all the different places the two of them would get to visit at such young ages.

Your little August was weeks away from turning seven and recently you had welcomed a little girl into the family, well not really recently.

A little girl named Margot.

Margot ‘gigi’ Anne Styles.

Touring was amazing, you got to spend all day surrounded by the people you adored to the end of the earths.

You were currently in Edinburgh.

And the two of you had woken up early due to your teething newborn and decided to head down to the hotel gym whilst it wasn’t busy and get in a little workout alongside your husband to try and get your body back to its pre baby shape.

Whilst you got ready and pumped some milk that Margot would be eating later, Harry had taken the kids down to the gym with him and told you to meet him there as that would be easier.

It really was.

As you walked into the gym, your eyes instantly landed on your husband Harry who was on a treadmill, already working up a sweat.

Seeing him working out always seemed to do something to you, and you have no idea why.

Maybe it was because you liked the look of the way the sweat would be rolling down his skin and making it sticky.

Or the way his hair stuck to his temple making him even look more delicious.

Almost ten years of marriage and you still got fireworks erupting your body whenever you were in his presence.

You smiled to yourself as you made your way over to him.

"Hey there good looking," You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, making him freeze slightly before registering that it was you and smiling softly to himself.

"Hey m’love," he replied, slowing down the treadmill to join you, he leant over the handles of the machine and leaned down so that you were the same height.

"How's it going?"

"It's good. I’m knackered, but it’s good,Just trying to keep in shape for our little ones," he said, pointing to your son August, who was playing in the corner and drawing in his notebook, whilst your eight-month-old daughter Margot, who was asleep in her stroller, thumb in her mouth and head pulled to the side.

"I know what you mean. It's crazy how much our lives have changed since we got married," You answered, wiping down the machine before hopping on and starting up on the treadmill with a brisk walk.

"Yeah, it's wild to think about. But I wouldn't change a thing. We have a beautiful family and I'm so proud of everything we've accomplished," he said, glancing over at the kids, a smile involuntarily making its way onto his face.

"Me too," You agreed, adjusting my speed so that you were now in a slow jog. "Sometimes I can't believe we went from being just two kids in love to parents of two."

It really did blow your mind sometimes.

You remember the first time that you met Harry and your nerves skyrocketed. You were new to the school and knew absolutely no one, so when you and him became friends, it was like the two of you were meant to be.

But now, through all the good and the bad, the two of you had made it out on top, through all the hate from his fans, and all the hardships you now had the most perfect family, one that you would be able to cherish for the rest of your life.

"I know, right? But we make it work and we make each other better. And that's all that matters," Harry leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek before hopping back into his workout mode, matching your pace on the machine.

The two of you continued to work out, talking about the things you normally would, like what dreams you had during the night and what you wanted to do the day before his tour.

“I was thinking we could take the kids to a cafe for lunch today,” You suggested, taking a break on the machine to take a sip out of your water bottle. “— I was thinking it would be something different, I don’t want the kids to get bored, y’know?”

Harry pondered the idea for a second before nodding his head. “Yeah, sounds like a good idea.”

It wasn’t long before you were all heading out for cafe.

It was a warm and sunny afternoon when you l, Harry and the kids approached the cosy little cafe in the heart of the Scottish city.

After your little gym session this morning, you and Harry had both gone back to the hotel room, had some showers and then got yourselves and the kids ready.

Harry was wearing a dark grey t-shirt with some pastel coloured designs on the front of it, blue ripped jeans hugging his legs accessorised with a pair of blue and white chequered vans, a blue cap and his iconic white bug eyed sunglasses over his face.

Harry had gotten Margot ready this morning, as you were in the shower. She was wearing a dark green romper, with a nice white bow headband pushing her curls out of her face, some knee high white socks adorning her feet.

After making sure that August was ready, his outfit consisted of a beige coloured oversized shirt, a cap on his hat so that he could match his daddy and a cap so he could match his daddy, and a pair of black shorts on his legs.

Once all of the kids were ready, it was then your time to get ready for the day. You shifted through the suitcase containing your clothes and decided on a simple outfit. It consisted of a pink oversized jumper paired with a matching pink pair of cycling shorts, some sunglasses and a pair of trainers on your feet.

It seemed like forever until you were all ready to leave the room.

As you made your way inside the cafe, you could see August's eyes light up with excitement as he eyed the pastry display case.

A worker greeted the four of you as you approached the counter, pulling your sunglasses up so that they were resting on the top of your head.

Your little boy turned to look at you with puppy dog eyes. "Mommy, can I have a chocolate croissant?"

"Sure, sweetie,” You nodded your head, adjusting your hands that were resting on the stroller handles as they were getting a bit sweaty. “— But just one, okay?"

You really didn’t want to deal with him having a stomach ache if he ate too many Pan Au Chocolates.

All the food sounded so good.

"I think I'm going to get a sandwich,” Your Husband spoke.

“What about you, baby?" Your husband spoke up, looking at the menu that was hung above your heads.

"I'll have a panini, I think,” You told him, turning to look at him and offering him a small smile. “And Margot is just going to have some pureed veggies."

You placed our order and then proceeded to sit down at a cosy table by the window, the sun beating through the windows. Little Margot comfortably nestled in her stroller beside you and Harry whilst August sat on the other side of the round table so that he was also next to both of you.

It was filled with small talk whilst you waited for your order to arrive at the table, the Scottish weather really was amazing this time of year.

"Daddy, did you know that I spelt a really big word with Mrs. Addams today?" August piped up, leaning forward in his seat eagerly.

August was coming up to seven so that meant that he would have already started school, but due to the fact you and the kids were touring the world with Harry that means he wasn’t able to go to school as much as he would have liked.

So in order for him to continue his studies, you and Harry both agreed that a teacher coming on tour with the two of you would be what’s best, and so far it’s been really good.

There’s been times where August’s kicked off about being too tired to learn but Harry being his father just learns that he inherited his stubbornness.

August was definitely a daddy’s boy through and through, in personality and appearance, he definitely had a little bit of separation anxiety when it came to Harry, but that was totally plausible due to the fact he was away for work quite a lot.

When Margot came into the world, she completed your family, she filled a void that the three of you didn’t know were missing and made your hearts just that much fuller.

Both children were spitting images of their father, you wouldn’t think that you were the one that carried them at all.

They both had his iconic brown curls (Auggie’s were a bit more longer due to the fact he had seen a photo of Harry with long hair and insisted he grow it out.) they had his green eyes that you fell in love with, and had his dimples and bunny teeth.

“Really? That's amazing!” Your husband gushed, reaching forward to fist bump his son with a proud smile on his face. “— What word did you spell?"

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"

"Wow, that's quite a mouthful,”Harry leaned forward to press a kiss against his mini me’s forehead. “I'm proud of you, buddy."

August smiled at his fathers words before you all began to chat about something else.

As the four of you chatted and waited for your food to arrive, Margot began to fuss and squirm in her stroller.

"Looks like someone's getting hungry,” You went to stand up and go to her aid, her veggie purée that was in the baby bag under the stroller. “Let me get her a bottle."

"I can do it, love,” Harry grabbed a hold of your wrist softly, and stood himself up to approach the stroller “You stay here and eat. I'll take care of Gigi."

You smiled gratefully at your husband as he took Margot out of her stroller and sat her down on his lap as he started feeding her the purée you had made this morning in the hotel room while August and you chatted about what he wanted to do for the rest of the day.

As you finished your lunch, Harry chuckled and began to speak, "I don't think I've ever been surrounded by this much cuteness before."

That was true, your kids were the absolute cutest and the two of you weren’t biassed at all.

“And we wouldn't have it any other way." You sighed contentedly, they were your entire world, without the kids and Harry you're not sure what you would be doing right now.

With full bellies and happy hearts, you gathered your things and headed back out into the bustling city, ready to take on the rest of the day together as a family.

As you left the cafe in Edinburgh, you watched as Harry pushed Margot’s stroller, and held August’s hand so that he was close to you. You could see the fans waiting outside, and knew that you had to be careful.

As you made your way to the car, the fans started to call out your husband's name. "We love you, Harry!" they would shout.

You could feel August's grip on your hand tightening. He was scared, and you didn't blame him. You had been going out with Harry for thirteen years and still his fans didn’t cease to make you anxious. But you knew that you had to keep moving, to show that August couldn’t be scared because he would be scared if you were.

You reached the car, and Harry quickly put Margot in her car seat. August climbed into the back, and I got into the passenger seat, whilst Harry got in the driver's seat. As you drove away, you could see the fans in the rearview mirror, still calling out your husband's name.

"Mommy, why do they want to see daddy?" August asked, you could hear a slight quiver in his voice.

You offered him a gentle smile as you turned back to look at him in the backseat, his hand was holding onto his Sister’s,"Because he's a very talented singer, Auggie. A lot of people love his music."

August nodded, and you could see that he was starting to relax. You knew that it was going to be a long tour, but you were determined to keep your family safe and happy.

As Harry drove through the streets of Paris, you could feel the excitement building in the air. Harry’s husband's tour was going to be huge, and you

Knew that he was going to be amazing. But you also knew that it was going to be hard on all of you.

"Mommy, can we listen to daddy’s music?" August asked from the backseat.

"Of course, sweet boy," Harry enthusiastically reached forward, turning on the radio. Adore You came on, and I could see August's face light up.

"Your so good," August exclaimed, “— your the bestest singer in the whole wide world!” He was tapping his foot to the beat.

You and Harry both smiled, You were feeling proud of your husband and his talent. But also knew that being a pop star wasn't easy. There were always fans waiting outside, always paparazzi trying to get a photo.

You and your family arrived back at the hotel, and you quickly got Margot out of her car seat whilst Harry picked August up, although he was almost seven years old almost, he still like a cuddle.

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May 26th, 2023 — late night talking.

“Can you believe it's been almost ten years since we got married?" You asked Harry as you lifted up his hand to play with the wedding band sitting around his ring finger.

You laid in bed with Harry in Edinburgh, after his show and the two of you were absolutely knackered.

His show was incredible like it always was, he got the crowd going like always and brought a smile on not just your face and the children’s faces but every fan's face in the stadium.

He was in everybody's safe space.

You had put the kids to bed earlier and had both shared a shower together before crawling into bed and snuggling up against one another like always.

Harry chuckled and replied, "I know, it feels like yesterday. We were so young and naive back then."

You smiled up at him, shifting on your side and placing a hand on his naked torso (he liked to sleep in just his boxers), "But look at us now, we have a beautiful family and a great life."

Harry nodded his head. "Yeah, we've come a long way. I'm proud of us."

You looked at Harry, "Remember when we used to talk about having kids? We were so scared."

Harry laughed, "Yeah, we were clueless. But now we have August and Margot, and I’d like to say we're doing just fine."

Parenting was definitely hard at times, but you and Harry always worked together to make sure that everything was going smoothly at all times, you both agreed you didn’t want your kids growing up in a household where there was animosity.

You grinned,pecking a kiss to his chest, "August is growing up so fast. He's already six years old."

Where had the time gone?

Where was your itty bitty five pound baby?

"I know, it's crazy,” Harry nodded, rubbing a hand up and down your back in a soft manner. “—And Margot is already eight months old. Time really does fly."

You sighed contentedly, "I'm so grateful for you and our family. We've been through so much, but we always come out stronger."

Harry smiled lovingly at you, pressing a soft kiss to your nose, "That's what love does. It makes us stronger."

It was true.

You and Harry always came out stronger when the two of you had a little disagreement, and that’s what made your relationship worth while.

You and Harry continued talking, reminiscing on your lives, feeling grateful for their life together. You knew that you had both come a long way, but if there was one thing you were looking forward too, it was to see what the future for their family.

"Are you okay?" You asked Harry as you noticed him struggling to keep his eyes open.

Harry shook his head, "I'm just feeling a bit tired today. I didn't get much sleep last night due to Gigi teething and the routings just started to get to me, nothing that a good nights sleep can’t fix.”

Yoy looked at Harry with concern, "Why didn't you tell me? Tonight, when the baby monitor goes off, I’m going to get Margot, I don’t care if you insist I sleep, I’m going, you need to be well rested.”

Harry smiled at you once again, yawning shortly before. "Thank you. But I wanted you to get some rest too. You've been working so hard lately."

You felt touched by Harry's words.

You knew that he was always looking out for you, even when he was struggling himself.

“Let’s try and get some shut eye.” You turned to the left and switched off your lamp on the bedside table before turning back around and snuggling into your husband's chest once again.

This was definitely your favourite sleeping position. His arms made you feel safe, as if no harm could ever come to you or the kids.

“I love you.” Harry spoke, looking down at you and puckering his lips slightly.

“And I love you, darling,” You replied, pressing one last goodnight kiss to his lips. “— from here to eternity?”

“From here to eternity.”

[melissatalks]

Hold me tighter

A/n: For this one, I did two requests (both being about comfort). I know I've been very inactive but I felt like writing :) BYE I STARTED WRITING THIS LIKE A MONTH OR TWO AGO I FINISHED THIS AT 1 AM SO DONT MIND THE SPELLING AND WRITING. PLEASE.

You're burnt out and need comfort :))

Y/n pov:

It was a Thursday night, I was coming back from work with so many emails to read and answer as a former assistant and so many essays to write as a student. Thursday was always the busiest day. The teachers would give more work so that students work hard even on the weekends and for some reason, customers reach out way more at the end of the week. I just wanted one day where I could be free. One day where I could just lay in bed holding my girlfriend all day. I couldn't even remember the last time we shared a meal. We were both very busy but it shouldn't keep us away like this. But truly, I shouldn't complain because it's simply my job.

Unfortunately, this day is only possible once I get my degree and once I can take days off again. I've always had issues with my stomach. Sometimes it would randomly start hurting. I've always been told "It's just stress" but it's still a pain in the ass to feel like you're being stabbed with every move you do and because of that, it leads to me having no more days off. I dreamt of the day I'd finally have an answer to how I can stop these cramps but it never arrived. So I would just miss an average of one day every week because I had difficulties even getting up. After that, there were also my horrible migraines that happened every two days. It was a living hell.

When I finally arrived home, I broke. I didn't think it would happen but it did. I sat in the corner of the kitchen crying for an hour until Billie arrived. I could see the shock on her face when she opened the door that led towards the kitchen and saw me curled up in a corner. I had never broken down in front of her. My immediate reaction was to try to stop crying but I couldn't. My vision was only getting blurrier from the stress of being this vulnerable with someone I love. I tried to explain myself from fear but nothing other than broken sobs came out of my throat.

"No need to talk sweetheart. I know." She whispered as she was kneeling to be at my height.

3rd pov:

Growing up in a place where you would get screamed after if you cried as someone sensitive had negative consequences on how you act and your trust towards the people you loved the most. One of those consequences being to push away some of your loved ones when they are just trying to help. But Billie knew that. She slowly got closer, with no physical touch at all, waiting for a signal that could indicate that you were comfortable with her getting closer. As time went by, she inched closer and closer, taking your hand in hers at a certain point which helped you calm down until you were calm enough and comfortable enough for her to be holding you. You stayed sitting on the floor in each other's arms for a little while just enjoying the comfort.

"Y/n?" Billie said softly, breaking the silence.

You only nodded, not finding the strength to even talk.

"Let's get you in bed okay? You're overworked baby and it kills me that you don't realize it. Gosh, can't stand seeing you this tired..." She said, this time with a more concerned tone in her voice.

She helped you get up, pulling you towards the bed. Once you got in, she joined spooning you.

"Are you comfortable..?" She whispered making sure you felt as good as possible.

"I'm so fucking sorry." You let out. "I feel like a burden Billie! I'm always the one who's late, the one finishing essays at crazy hours, I'm never there!" You exclaim, tears pricking at your eyes again, threatening to fall down on your cheeks.

"I'm holding you back Billie." You said, quietly this time.

"You know that's not true..." She answered. Her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you closer and tighter. "I love you y/n. More than anything. And if staying with you means waiting for you to finish university and get your degree then I will because I truly do love you. How about we talk about this tomorrow? I know you're tired." All you could do was let out a soft hum before falling asleep in her arms. Your girlfriend's arms. Holding you tighter and tighter than she ever did every single time.

A/n that's fucking crazy it is 12:50 am and I am tired and this ending is probably fucked

[charlesf1leclerc]

Summary- one day your whole world turns upside down and where will your lives go from here 

Warnings: childbirth, teen pregnancy 

A/N- this is inspired by the stab series bump. Not exactly the same but wanted to give a nod to my inspiration. Also I’m so inspired right now ahh!

Today started as a regular school day, I woke up , placed my uniform on , packed my lunch and left. Another day , final year, then I'm free , no more highschool. I worked hard, I got good grades , I had a small group of friends , my life is organized , put together and I know where I'm going. 

I walked down the sidewalk, down my usual route. Today we had an oral presentation. 25% of our final grade , I knew my points were thought out , I was prepared , I got this, I had no nerves. A cramping sensation fills my stomach again. This had been happening since I woke up sporadically, it would come and go for a few seconds but now they were getting further apart and more painful. I warped my hands around my lower body, the pain went away and I kept walking. Upon entering the gates , my ears were filled with the noise of highschool students like every morning. Girls gossiping, boys …. Being boys. The pain had gotten slightly worse on my way over , but again came and went. 

An arm wrapped around my shoulder. 

“ Morning girl” Madison enthused

“ Morning” 

“ Stop being so uptight you are going to smash this “ She nudged me 

“ I’m not , I just don’t feel well ok “ I shrugged back 

“ don’t tell me your nervous “ Mad’s smirked

“ no of course not” I shot back 

Maybe it was nerves, but I never get nervous , something was up. 

As I walked further to my locker the pain came back, it was like hell. I felt like I was going to die. This was not normal. The pain hit me so hard, I began to feel dizzy and then something built up in my throat. 

My locker door slammed closed and I ran to the nearest bathroom leaving Maddie and my locker very confused. 

Upon reaching the girls bathroom I ran into the nearest stall and slammed the door closed, kneeling down by the bowl and pouring out the vomit that rose from my throat. Something was wrong. The pain was intense, the vomit. This was not nerves.  

“ Y/N!” Madison yelled, hearing her footsteps come into the bathroom. 

I didn't reply. Vomiting again

“ I’m really worried, are you ok? “ 

I couldn’t reply so I left her un answered

“ I’m going to get someone!” 

That was best , I ‘m scared , this feels like death , something was not ok. 

Within moments a teacher had also entered the bathroom. Crawling under the bathroom stall door to get to me and seeing my state. 

Paramedics were called and before I knew it I was whisked away into the back of a ambulance, displayed to the whole school, I would be embarrassed later but right now I couldn’t take on anymore. 

Sweat dripped from my forehead and the pain was unbearable as we drove down the road. 

The paramedics tended to me , feeling my stomach, attached to wires. 

“ Ok y/n your baby is coming now im going to need you to push” He spoke 

Baby? Baby! BABY!

I was not pregnant. This was a mistake, people know when they are pregnant , I did and don’t know that I am pregnant , well was in a few moments time if a baby comes out. 

“ No I'm , I'm not having a baby!” 

“ I assure you , you are.. Did you not know?” he inquired 

“NO!” 

Did this seem like a person who knew they were having a baby, I don’t even look pregnant how can  a baby fit in there. 

“ you’re going to have to push anyway don’t focus on anything else” 

The pain was unbearable. He cut at the bottom of my skirt , to allow access and I pushed. I didn’t think I just did. 

Hours later 

“ A baby” my mum spoke from beside my bed in the hospital looking at the tiny creature next to me. “ Why didn’t you tell me y/n/n”

“ I didn’t know” I spoke emotionless

She sighed and looked away towards the door as the nurse walked in. 

‘ Everything looks good on both of your charts” she spoke chipley. “ Y/n there is some counseling we recommend to women who had a cryptic pregnancy, and to people of your age” 

I rolled my eyes and my mum took the paper. 

“ Thank you” my mum spoke up and the nurse left the room 

“ I don't want it” I looked to my mum

“ counseling would be good sweetie” 

“ No i don’t want the baby” 

My mum sighed “ Babies can be wonderful she may teach you some things, and shouldn’t this be a conversation we have with the father and his family first” 

“ I can’t raise a baby, I won’t “ 

And i didnt even want to start on the father talk I couldn’t think about that 

“ Who is the father? “ my mum asked

“ I don’t know” i bluntly replied

She wasn’t convinced but let me be for now. 

It later came that adoption can not happen until 30 days after the birth as the mother is not in a state to decide properly. 

“ 30 days , we have to take her home for 30 days!” I squeaked

“You can last sweetie get time to bond to see if this is what you really want” She smiled looking at the baby again, easy for her to say. I’m 17 and I can't raise a baby. 

How did I get here….

Dad Pov

It was just another day at school. My life was boring, karting, school back home with my siblings, dad and stepmom and repeat. At school I had it all but in life I had nothing. I wasn’t sure about where I was going to go after school, I didn’t even really want to continue school. 

It was currently later in the afternoon. I was sitting on the bench at lunch time as I waited for the others to join me. 

Lost in my thoughts. Leo came over and slammed himself down on the top of the table next to me snapping me out of my head.

“Sup,dude” we fist bumped my head still remaining straight ahead.

“You hear about that y/n girl?” He asked looking at me.

Y/n the one person I was not into talking about today. I had seen her being taken away in an ambulance today but had not yet heard what really went down.

“ yeah , crazy “ I mumbled 

“ yeah apparently she had a baby” 

What everything faded had I just heard him right

“ what?” I snapped to look at him

“ yeah  she hid it pretty well , she didn’t even know apparently” he nodded placing his food in his mouth.

She didn’t even look pregnant, how could she not of known. 

“ Wonder who the father is? You think it’s someone from here?” He intriguingly asked

I was just as curious, my hands began to sweat, surely one night could not have caused all this. It can’t be me!

A/N- ahhhh stay tuned and also vote on who you want the father to be 😉

[forbebeandjam]

could you do a bada lee x dancer!reader story where reader is a kuudere and bada is shy towards her please?🙏🙏

Poker Face Lover | Bada Lee x Fem Reader | fluff

Summary: Bada is head over heels for the Kuudere dancer.

Word Count: 1.3k

Bada’s Point of view

A/N: hopefully it’s to your liking☺️

My entire life my mother had talked to me about love. A kind of love you only find once in a lifetime. I looked at my classmates and no one really caught my eye, at least not in that sense.

As I grew and got older, I began dating. The boys were sweet but they weren't what I was looking for...

Girls... it felt good dating them but somehow I would choose the cheating ones. That was until I reached high school and I met her.

Lim Y/N. She was the definition of perfection for me. Her tall figure and long dark hair captivated me. She would never smile but when she danced... she would have so many gorgeous facial expressions. Never a smile.

"Bada!" I heard a loud voice.

"Here!" I said.

"We took names thirty minutes ago. It's your turn to dance," the teacher said making my face turn a red shade.

"Let's choose your partner. Um... Lim Y/N, come one up," she said.

I froze in my spot as my breath hit stuck in my throat and I started to cough. Lusher hit my back and pushed me to the center of the room where I stumbled as I bumped into Y/N's figure.

"Sorry..." I said.

"Alright, you two. Start!"

I cleared my throat. She turned to look at me but she didn't smile. A faint blush painted my cheeks as she got closer. She placed her hand on my waist and I had to try my best to hold in my emotions. 

Dancing waltz with her felt strange. I am a hip-hop and pop dancer. She is a ballroom and waacking dancer yet somehow, our bodies seemed to be more in sync and complimenting each other.

The song played softly and I allowed her to take the lead. I threw my head back and with every spin I found myself lost in my delusion world where I could go up to her and tell her how I really feel.

"Good job! Bada, you are getting so much better. This will be your partner for the rest of this semester," The teacher said. I bowed and walked off without realizing Y/N was following behind me. 

"Bada," I froze at the voice and slowly turned around. 

"Sorry. I know I messed up. I understand if you want to switch partners," I said and bowed apologetically. 

"No... um... I got this for you. I heard you like grape juice. I'll see you around," She placed the juice box in my hands and walked away without a single emotion on her face. 

"What was that?" Lusher said as she sipped on her coffee cup. 

"Y/N said she got this for me," I held the juice box to my chest and looked up to see Y/N's figure fading away. 

"Lucky you. You get to dance with your long-time crush. Your... perfect girl," Lusher said in a mocking voice and I pushed her arm. 

-

As the days went by, I tried to avoid Y/N. Sure, she was my crush but... she still intimidated me. She was too good to be true. 

Of course being partners, this would be nearly impossible. Finals rolled around and the final project was to choreograph a two-minute ballroom dance to any song. 

"Tatter is the perfect partner! I can't wait to dance with her all night!" Lusher said as she shook my arm. 

I was looking down at the floor trying to figure out how on earth I would manage to do this with Y/N. I felt Lusher pull my arm but I didn't stop my tracks until I collided with someone. 

"Sorry," I mumbled and looked up. A knot was created in my throat when my eyes locked with her. 

"Oh, it's you. Let's go to dinner. What about five?" Y/N said. I looked at Lusher who was smiling ear to ear. 

"I... um... I can't. I have an exam at that time and I-" I stuttered stupidly. I could never speak properly when she would look at me with those damn eyes. Those cold and emotionless eyes. 

"Y/N, we are going to be late for our Korean exam!" her friend Audrey said. 

"Right. So, what time?" She said turning back to me.

"S-se..." 

"Seven. She said seven," Lusher chimed in for me. 

"Great. I'll pick you up at seven. You have my number so send me your address. See you," Y/N said and walked away. 

"Bada! Did that just happen?" Lusher said. 

"What just happened?" I said looking at Y/N's figure walking away. 

"You have a date with Y/N at seven. I have to get you ready. Let's go!" Lusher said, dragging me away by the arm. 

After taking my exam she dragged me into her room. She pulled out several pieces of clothing from her closet and had them on the bed. 

"This jacket... these pants and... OH!" she ran to her roommate's closet and pulled out a tank top. 

"Now, makeup. Sit..." she pointed at her chair. 

"Am I a dog now?" I said and she just glared. After fixing my hair and makeup, she told me to get dressed and sent me on my way down the stairs.

I saw Y/N leaning on the wall holding a lighter in her hand. I also slipped not looking at my steps but made it safely and stood before her. Her stare was intense and almost made me tear up. 

"You look... um," 

"Is it too much? I told Lusher she was overdoing it. I'll go change-" I was about to turn around when she held my arm. 

"You look pretty. Let's go," she held my hand making me blush and hide my face inside my jacket. 

We shortly arrived at a park and walked to a picnic set up. I looked around confused but she invited me to sit down. 

"Do you like it? I prepared it myself," Her poker face never faded. 

"You!?" I placed my hands over my mouth when I realized how loud I had been. She just stared at me. I rubbed my nape before speaking. 

"Sorry. You don't seem like the type to put a picnic like this together. No offense," I said. My face was burning up from the embarrassment and nervousness. 

"None taken. I know I can be... intimidating. I seem to have no emotions or the proper words to speak to people so Audrey usually does the talking but... I am human. I feel just like everyone else. I was never taught how to express my emotions, I guess," she said and I smiled at her words. 

"I understand. Thank you for inviting me here to talk about our project," I said. 

"That's not why I did this," she said and I looked at her as I tilted my head.

"I invited you here because I like you. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to date me... be my girlfriend. You are the only girl besides Audrey that has been willing to talk to me and... I would like to get to know you better," she said. 

I covered my mouth to prevent a gasp from escaping my lips repeating in my head 'Lee Bada, control yourself' but as much as I tried, tears still managed to escape my eyes.  

"Hey, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. You can just say no and we can go back," she said with her eyes diverted from me. I got closer to her and wrapped my arms around her softly. 

I felt her arm go around my waist and she relaxed into my embrace. I decided to break the hug and her face was tainted with a soft share of pink. Her eyes fluttered and I smiled. 

"I'll take that as a yes. Thank you, Bada," she said. I kissed her cheek and a soft, almost invisible grin formed on her lips. 

"Is that a smile I see?" I said. 

"No," she said as she looked away. 

"You're cute," I said and continued to talk and eat peacefully under the soft lighting and the moonlight. 

The perfect night with my porker face love...

Thank you for reading 🩵

[tired-teacher-blog]

Characters : Tattoo artist Aizawa/ Florist fem reader

Featuring : Eri/ Hizashi Yamada/ Nemuri Kayama/ Oboro Shirakumo/ Emi Fukukado

Warnings and Genre : Fluff/ Romance/ Smut and Angst in future chapters/ Multi Chaptered Story

Summary : In a desperate attempt to get closer to the tattoo artist dominating every speck of your brain, you decide to pay him a visit one evening as a client seeking his service. This encounter will prove to be the beginning of something much bigger between you two, but will this new found passion be enough to stand against the difficulties your future holds?

Notes : Loosely inspired by this/ Art below is by the wonderful @/ael-draw who gifted me this gorgeous piece.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist|Third Masterlist

Chapter Count : Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11

_ "Nothing looks good damnit!" you whine frustratedly at your reflection in the mirror after trying out the nth outfit and hating everything that has touched your skin.

It's Saturday, the day you and Aizawa agreed upon for your dinner date, but the butterflies in your stomach are clouding your judgement and making you doubt yourself.

You look up the wall clock hanging opposite of your bed and bite down on your lip as you only have twenty minutes left until he's on your doorstep, definitely not enough time for you to dress up, fix your hair and makeup but you have to hurry, and you have to look beautiful, for him..

You glance at yourself one last time before taking a deep breath while many questions race through your mind, will he like this dress on you? Should you have kept it a bit more casual instead? Are you wearing too much makeup? Or maybe too little of it?

You jump up suddenly as the piercing sound of the doorbell reaches you, it must be him..

_ "Good evening, Mr Aizawa," it is him, in all his glory, clad in a pair of expensive looking black pants that hugged his slender legs marvelously, and an elegant white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, giving you a glimpse of his lean chest. He looks breathtaking, "I hope it wasn't too hard finding my apartment."

_ "It wasn't, you described it perfectly," he replies with a smile before adding, "you look beautiful."

_ "Thank you, that's so sweet of you," you look down at your feet, striving to conceal the deep blush warming up your cheeks, "and you look.. really handsome."

_ "Thanks," he chuckles softly while extending his hand to you, "shall we go?"

You did not expect yourself to be comfortable enough while sharing your life stories with someone you wished to impress, but something about him is making you put your guard down and speak freely even about the silliest and most embarrassing of tidbits.

He is charming, gentle, and an amazing listener, and between the delicious food in front of you and his pleasant company, you're feeling like you've known him for years, and you wish the night would never end.

You're learning a lot about him already, things you have never known before, or expected, things which are making you feel much closer to him.

Your eyes are fixed on the alluring man before you, listening to him eagerly while he tells you about once being a high school teacher for a few years along with his profession of a tattooist and owner of the studio facing your shop.

You now also know that Mr Yamada, Mr Shirakumo and Ms Kayama are his best friends since high school, they've been working with him since day one and made it easier for him to juggle two jobs.

_ "I never expected you to have had such an ordinary job before, and with kids no less!" you're trying your best to control your excitement at this new discovery, "somehow, this makes you sound even cooler than I thought."

He clears his throat and looks away from your blinding smile with evident bashfulness in his demeanor, "it does? Well, thanks."

He's cute, extremely so, and you've never thought the day would come when you would be describing him as such, but here you are, and it's making you fall for him harder each second that passes.

_ "Was there a reason why you had to quit your teaching job? I mean, I can imagine how tiresome it must've been for you to work day and night."

_ "You're right, but that's not the reason why I left school, it was because.." he smiles again, a bit differently than before, as if recalling a sweet memory, "I haven't told you this yet, but I have a daughter from a previous relationship, her name is Eri and she's seven.

A daughter? He's a father? You would have never expected this, it's even more surprising than learning about him being a teacher in the past, but it's adding to his charm and making you eager to know more.

He takes a sip of his drink before carrying on, "I didn't even know I had her until a few years ago, her mom kept the whole thing from me."

_ "Eri.. that's a cute name," you giggle softly while imagining him with his little girl, he is full of surprises, "was it serious between you and your ex?"

_ "It wasn't, we were young and stupid, and broke up after a few weeks of dating, and I didn't see her after that until she knocked on my door one day with Eri in her arms, she told me she was getting married and that I had to take care of our daughter because her to be husband didn't want kids."

_ "It must've been a lot to take huh? Was this the reason why you quit school?" you've been too invested in his story that you failed to notice your face inching closer to his.

_ "I was given a chance to make up for all the time I couldn't be there for her, so I had to make a choice, I owed her at least that much." he traces a finger along the back of your hand, and you almost shiver at the electrifying sensation of his touch.

_ "Is she home now? Who's keeping her company?"

_ "Her babysitter is, a wonderful woman with years of experience and kids of her own who are in their twenties now, so she knows exactly how to take care of Eri when I'm not home or working."

_ "you're an amazing person Mr Aizawa, and Eri will grow up to be a wonderful woman because she has a father like you." the warmth spreading throughout your veins is reaching your fingertips, this man sitting across from you is beautiful, inside and out, he is simply perfect.

_ "You're the one who's amazing," he finally holds your hand in his, squeezing it lightly for emphasis, "you know, I've never really cared about having a partner, and none of my previous encounters were serious because I was afraid of somehow hurting Eri or making her feel neglected, so I was fine just being a father, and promised myself that I will only expose her to people I can trust," he brings your hand to his lips, planting a soft peck there, and lingering for a moment, before meeting your eyes again, "and then you moved in across from me, and I haven't been able to take you out of my mind since."

You bite down on your lip to keep from squealing, as the feeling of his words and his kiss is driving you insane.

His words take you back to that day, when you opened the doors of your shop for the first time ever, almost seven months ago, you were both excited and anxious at the same time, you have put every last penny you owned into it and you were determined to succeed.

It was then when you met this handsome man, the one who has since made your days more exciting as you counted the seconds each day until seeing him for those mere moments that made up for hours of waiting, and here he says that he has noticed you? How come you have been so oblivious to that?

_ "How?" you have to know.

_ "Well, I found it cute when you froze in place the first time you saw me but tried your hardest to look nonchalant as you greeted me, it was obvious you were pretending and I found it endearing." your hand is still in his, and your eyes are following the invisible pattern he's drawing on your skin, because you're not confident enough to look him in the eye just yet.

_ "Tha.. that's not true." and you're pouting now, not for being upset, but rather for being embarrassed to be found out.

_ "I love that your reactions are always too honest," he chuckles heartily, "it shows how pure you are, and makes being with you very comforting."

The heat in your face is raising remarkably as you pull your hand from his so you could lace your fingers together in a rare moment of boldness.

_ "I was right about you all along," you start after a minute of silence, "you are too kind hearted Mr Aizawa."

Your time with him has been magical, the best night of your life, and the bright smile is refusing to leave your face as he drives you home.

_ "I had a wonderful time Mr Aizawa, thank you for asking me out." and your eyes are fixed on the ground as he walks you to your doorstep.

_ "Thank you for saying yes," he doesn't miss a beat as he replies, smiling softly while you both come to a halt facing each other and surrounded by the night's fresh air that's casting a pleasant atmosphere around you, "I wanted to ask you out for a while now actually, but didn't want to make things awkward in case you said no."

_ "Yo.. you really mean that? Then, what made you change your mind?"

_ "It was the moment you barged in and asked for a tattoo, you were nervous, but also quite brave, I was blown away and.." he breathes in deeply, "somehow I thought that maybe a part of the reason why you showed up that day, was because you wanted to see me."

_ "It was, it actually was.." you look into his eyes as you speak, suddenly all bashfulness and hesitation are leaving you, "I nearly gave up on all hope, but I'm glad I didn't."

His shoulders visibly relax as he gets even closer to you that your breaths are now mingling, his hand comes up to cradle your cheek and the cool feeling of it against your heated skin coaxes you into nuzzling it, "can I kiss you?" he requests cautiously, and you nod fervently.

He leans in slowly, pecking your parted lips once and pulling back to gaze into your longing eyes before connecting your lips again.

It's slow and gentle, and the feeling of his surprisingly soft lips is weakening your knees.

You are kissing him, truly, unlike the countless days and nights you spent imagining it, this is actually happening and it's so much better than all your fantasies.

His arms are on your waist, holding you securely and pulling you flush against his toned chest, as you reach yours around his neck to bring him closer and deepen the kiss.

Your lips are moving together in rhyme, and you fight the urge to whimper against him, he's stealing your breath away but you don't mind, you don't have to breathe, you don't want to pull away, you just need to feel him a bit longer.. just a little bit more..

Sadly though, a gush of air slaps your face as he parts from you, and your lips are suddenly feeling lonely without him.

_ "Sweet," he breathes out, half lidded eyes studying your flushed face, "tonight was perfect."

_ "It was." your arms slide down his neck to rest against his chest, and you can feel his thundering heartbeat under your touch.

_ "I'll see you Monday." and he finally releases you from his warm embrace.

_ "Oh, yeah.. right, Monday." it's impossible for you to hide your gloom, Monday seems far away, and that little moment you're used to share every evening as you close your shop and he opens his, doesn't seem enough anymore.

_ "Unless.." he interrupts your thoughts and your ears prick up as you listen eagerly, "I'm taking Eri to the park tomorrow afternoon, do you want to join us?"

_ "Can I really come?" you are overwhelmed with emotions, looking up at him with shine in your eyes and a wide smile on your lips.

You haven't forgotten what he said earlier, about being careful whom he allows near his daughter, and hearing his invitation to share the day with them is more than you can dream of happening.

He takes your hand in his, planting a soft kiss on your skin before speaking, "I'd love that."

_ "Then I won't miss it for the world!"

To be continued..

[bubble-popping]

day 23 and i'm inspired by a certain someone to share my own 'dreamxd as a loving and protective parental figure to dream' kind of au :D

Dream's frame shook as he sobbed, tears catching on the rim of his hood which was pressed snugly to his face. He hugged himself tightly, knees to his chest, curled in a safe little ball where the rest of the world couldn't reach him. Guilt and fear gripped his rapidly beating heart, a hummingbird in a too-small cage. He could still hear them, the mocking laughter of his classmates, shocked gasps from his friends too stunned to react. But that cruelty wasn't what scared him.

He was vaguely aware of the sun beginning its descent in the sky, that his friends and family were probably worried sick about him right now. Again, they weren't what concerned him at the moment.

Tiny squeaks made him tense. A blob wiggled out from his hoodie pocket, and his anxiety increased tenfold.

Dream brought the small creature into his hands, no bigger than his little fists, and yet the weight of a thousand suns rested in his palms. A gift from XD, meant to keep track of him and accompany him when XD couldn't be there. A blessing, and a curse. It whined at him, expression distraught and smile gone. Confused by the lack of his precious mask.

"It's okay! I'm okay, I promise! Please, don't tell XD-"

"Don't tell XD what?" The last voice he wanted to hear spoke behind him.

"N-nothing!" Dream answered too quickly. "Everything's fine, I'm fine." He struggled to keep his voice level. For the life of him, his lips just wouldn't stop quivering.

"Dream. Don't lie to me. You know how I feel about that." They said, firm, unyielding, terrifying-

Dream's throat closed up. He couldn't respond even if he tried.

He heard the shift of robes, of feet finally touching the forest floor, of feathers brushing each other as wings flexed. The blob he held warmed in an effort to soothe his trembling.

"Stand up and face me, Dream."

Dream winced, face scrunching like he was ready to be struck. Slow and hesitant, he got to his feet, then turned. He refused to look up from the grass. XD's robe blending with the color of the ground was so much easier to focus on than what their reaction would be, especially after Dream heard their sharp intake of breath.

If he wasn't so afraid, maybe he'd wonder about the intentions of a god knowingly inhaling when they didn't require oxygen to survive.

"Child..." they began, much gentler than their previous tone, "what's the meaning of these tears? And where's your mask?" But in Dream's mind, they just sounded hurt, betrayed.

Without warning, the small mortal broke down in sobs. Clutching the blob, he wailed apologies and pleas of mercy. His shoulders shook, a leaf fighting against the strong winds of a hurricane. He knew he looked nothing like the fierce, confident prodigy he'd promised XD. The god saw him for what he really was. Just a scared little boy, totally unworthy of their power, of the coveted status being a Prodigy brought.

To his utter surprise and bewilderment, he felt the tender touch of fingers pulling back the edges of his hood and large hands cupping his face. Thumbs brushed away the rushing tears. Dream found himself frozen, staring into warm green eyes just like his.

XD smiled at him, kind and soft and... human. There was no disappointment, no anger, no frustration.

Dream didn't understand. He'd let them down. He showed his weakness. They could see it, plain and clear as the grass was green and the sky was blue, and yet...

"Y-you're not mad...?"

"Why would I be?" They tilted their head. It was strange, XD rarely went without their mask. Their freckles were like little galaxies, features too perfect to be true, but they could pass as his sibling. Another question for a time when Dream wasn't so confused.

"I, I got in trouble... There was a different teacher today and she," he hiccuped, tears returning full force at the memory, "she took my mask. I cried and e-everyone just laughed at me-" his voice cut out, overtaken by messy blubbering.

XD merely shushed him, dual sets of arms wrapping him in comfort and warmth as they tucked him under their chin. They whispered soft reassurances, tone the embodiment of thick blankets and fluffy pillows. Hands combed through his hair, rubbed circles into his back, held him close. Six wings folded around him, further shielding his form until Dream could truly believe they were the only ones in the world.

Exhaustion began to set in, eyelids growing heavy, and made infinitely worse by the melodic humming of his god. The grip he had on XD's robes gradually loosened, cries dying down.

"Rest now, my child. You've had a long day. We'll talk in the morning."

"Promise...?" Dream murmured after a moment of silence, teetering on the cusp of sleep.

"I promise."

With that, the young boy let himself fall into sweet slumber.

[bcolfanfic]

yard work 🌱🌻💛

everett blakely / helen. young veterans au

new to the au? this takes place post afghanistan war. nash was killed overseas, leaving behind helen and their little son wyatt. helen lives in west virginia and post war ev got stationed at a base in the area doing flight instruction.

Blakely wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. It was the fourth time he’d come over to cut her grass since Croz had sent him the address. And the third time Helen had wound up coming outside to watch him midway through, the loose hair falling out of how she'd tied it back catching the light shining onto her porch. Wyatt was perched in her arms, saying something to her that he couldn't make out over the noise.

Wyatt who looked just like Nash, right down to the ears.

Trying to focus on the lawnmower, Blakely willed himself not to get caught up in his own head about either one of them.

Better things to think about while pushing on a lawnmower- things that didn't stand and end with someone you watched die in front of you a little over a year ago to the day.

But when he glanced up at her again a few minutes later, catching her smile as Wyatt pointed at him, the truth of the matter made his throat feel tight.

Helen had a way of making it hard not to think about her.

When he'd made the last pass of the lawn and killed the mower’s engine, he could feel her eyes on him. Brushing his hands at the grass clippings that had stuck to his clothes, he tried to put on a smile that felt normal as he approached the porch.

“Well, that’s done,” He said, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck. “Probably shoulda' come by sooner though, sorry about that."

Helen chuckled softly, and he found his teeth grazing his bottom lip nervously as he looked up at her. “Honestly, you’re a lifesaver. If it wasn’t for you, Wyatt and I would be living in a jungle by now.”

Wyatt reached out in his direction as she talked, opening and closing his hands, squirming a little in her arms.

“I uh, He said awkwardly, talking a small step closer at his commanding but finding himself motioning aimlessly as opposed to taking the two-year-old right off of her. “I can hold him if you-"

"Oh, he's been dying to get to you since we came out," Helen said, pushing some of Wyatt's hair out of his eyes. “Kept pointing at the lawnmower every time it moved."

She went to pass him off then, Blakely feeling clumsier than he had in some time as he took the toddler into his arms. Somehow, he didn't drop him, Wyatt fitting against him so well it made his chest tight.

He looked even more like his daddy this close, big familiar eyes looking into his.

"Can't wait to see my baby again, sir." Nash said as they walked in lock step through the sand, the dust being kicked up by their boots following them like a cloud. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, helmet straps he hadn't bothered to buckle swinging as he walked. "Hel had him up to say hi when we Skyped last night, feel like he's gotten a lil' bigger for every day I've been gone. She was sayin' he's been crawling so fast she can barely keep up with him!"

Swaying slowly where he stood, Blakely tried to focus on what was right in front of him.

“I could use an assistant y'know, you wanna pull weeds bud?" He said lightly, tickling the back of Wyatt's knee.

Helen laughed again. “Oh, I’m sure he’d love that." She said, pausing for a beat- swiping her tongue over her bottom lip before she kept talking. "I bet you're a good teacher.”

Clearing his throat again, he faltered.

“Yeah, maybe. I, uh” He paused, looking down at Wyatt and then back at her. “You know, if you ever needed more help. Around here. With stuff other than the yard... I mean, not that you need it, know you're a real capable woman, think you've been managing everything really well but-"

Helen raised an eyebrow as he rambled, her smile shifting into something a little more playful.

“Are you offering to be my handyman now?”

“I mean, I’m just," Blakely started, feeling heat crawling up the back of his neck and into his cheeks. "if you need someon- needthehelpImean.”

Helen stepped closer, her smile softening into something that made him feel soft. She reached forward to swipe something off of Wyatt's face with her thumb, fingers grazing just briefly against Blakely's shirt as her hand dropped back down.

“You're real sweet, Everett. I mean that.”

Blakely swallowed hard. “I uh- I try.”

They stood there for a moment, the space between them feeling smaller than before. Blakely looked away quickly to avoid the staring contest it felt like they were starting, trying to shake the heat working its way up the back of his neck. Heat that wasn't from the work he'd been doing in the yard.

“Well, if you ever get tired of cutting grass,” Helen said after a beat, her voice dropping just a little. “You could always join us for dinner sometime. Wyatt’s picky, but I promise I won’t make anything too scary.”

Blakely blinked, surprised, and smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, I’d love that. I’m not picky at all."

Helen laughed again, and he felt a flush in his cheeks when he realized what he'd said, alongside how ridiculous it must've sounded.

Somehow, she didn't seem deterred. “I’ll keep that in mind."

---

As he settled into the driver’s seat of his truck, he reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found who he was looking for.

Crosby picked up halfway through the second ring. And as Ev had expected was demanding a run-down of every word him and Helen exchanged before he could even get a breath in.

“She invited you for dinner? Look at you, yard boy.” He crooned down the line, and Ev groaned.

“'s not, 's not like that,” He insisted, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “Think she’s just being nice.”

“Yeah, and you went over there for the fourth time ’cause you have a passion for yard work.”

Ev rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't occupied with driving. He could imagine the grin Croz probably had on his face prodding him, and hated that as much as it irked him, there was another- less annoyed feeling coursing through him about it. One he wasn't sure he wanted to unpack right this second.

“You’re the one who said I should,” he countered, trying to regain control of the conversation. “Think it would be weirder if I went over to help once and just disappeared.”

“Yeah, well, I think if she’s inviting you over for dinner, she wants you to do more than pull weeds.”

“Croz, Jesus.” Ev grimaced, feeling a pang of guilt settle in his chest at the insinuation. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel. "Nash didn’t die that long ago. Don’t be fuckin' weird bud.”

“I'm just saying, you never know.” Croz replied, not letting up. “You could always ditch the shirt next time you're doing yard work and just go from there."

Ev huffed, wishing he could reach through the phone and thwack his friend right about now.

“I’m not doing that,” he shot back, though the visualization creeped into his head anyhow. Of himself, of Helen's eyes raking over his ches-

It felt like a betrayal to even entertain.

“You’re reading way too much into this,” Ev finally said when he'd shook the thought, his voice quieter now, "I'm helping her out cause it's what he'd want. Not tryin' to make the guy roll over in his grave."

“Yeah, yeah,” Croz said, his tone softened some. “No one’s asking you to square it all right this second. But you ask me, I wouldn't write it off either.”

xxx

[tgmsunmontue]

More than movie magic... 9/24

Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT

                The reading had gone well, costuming have them all sorted with their respective racks of clothes and they’ve covered the schedule for filming. His first day is officially over, however if he doesn’t eat dinner with his parents there will be hell to pay, so he’s here instead of with the rest of the cast and crew. He’s glad his nieces and nephews are small, otherwise this would be a whole family affair and he knows that’s on the cards on Sunday for lunch.

                “Jake, sit down and eat.”

                “Sorry mom, I’m just…”

                “Distracted. I’m aware. It’s not like you. What is it?”

                “Uh,” he quickly shoves a piece of carrot in his mouth and hopes he can use the fact he’s chewing as an excuse to not answer.

                “Oh, hesitation. Hesitation and misdirection. You don’t want to tell me. Is it a girl? Or a boy?”

                “Man. It’s a man mom,” Jake mutters, because he’s in his early thirties, he’s not interested in boys or girls. Men and women are far better terms. His mom should know this, she’s the freaking English teacher. Not that he wants to be having this conversation with his mom regardless, but she’s like a shark scenting blood in the water, plus she’s one of his closest friends, and also doesn’t hold back when she thinks he’s being an idiot, which he needs sometimes. Maybe this is one of those times? He reaches for his glass of water.

                “A man. Well, that doesn’t narrow it down, there’s quite a lot of them wondering around now. Hmm. Is it Bradley?”

                Jake inhales his drink, coughs, wonders how the hell she’s just randomly guessed and he looks at her through watering eyes, still clearing his throat. Okay. This is definitely one of those times if she already knows. That’s mortifying, but at least he knows it’s just his mom and she knows him better than anyone.

                “Oh it is! Oh good, I like him!”

                “Mom!”

                “What? You complained about him enough, I thought I’d form my own opinion. He’s nice and polite, has a good sense of humor, and can ride a horse. Much better than your last two…”

                Jake pulls a face, because of course she hadn’t said anything at the time when he’d been with either Gabriel or Alicia, but afterwards she’d just told him someone better would come along. The fact that’s she already given Bradley her seal of approval doesn’t make him feel any better.

                “I don’t even know if he’s single.”

                “Oh, he is.”

                “What?” Jake exclaims, because his tired brain is catching up and not only does his mom know Bradley, but it’s like she’s had multiple conversations with him.

                “We talk. And I asked him dear. I’ve been feeding him up. He needs to eat more.”

                “Oh my god, you’ve met him. You’ve talked to him,” Jake says, voice quiet with terrified realization. This is… not good.

                “Every day since he arrived except one. But it’s okay, I sent your father with some cheese biscuits.”

                “Fuck, dad’s met him?”

                “Jake… he’s on your family ranch. He’s also met Freddie and Andy, and well… he’s been here for two weeks.”

                “You haven’t had him here have you?” Jake asks, looking around at the embarrassing number of childhood shots of him and his siblings.

                “Well, not for lack of trying. He keeps on turning my invitations down, saying he needs to work. Maybe you could invite him.”

                “Mom…”

                “Yes dear?”

                “Can you just, uh, leave it for a couple of days at least?”

                She looks at him then, slight frown on her face telling him that she’s considering listening to him and he’s grateful for small miracles.

                “Oh Jake…”

                “I know… I know okay? I just… he’s smart and clever and so good at everything he does.”

                “You’re smart, clever and good at everything you do too honey.”

                “You’re my mom, you’re meant to say that.”

                “Well, I also thought your days being dumb over a boy, sorry, man, were behind you, so maybe not that clever.”

                “Thanks mom,” Jake mutters, stabbing at the vegetables on his plate.

                “Jake, have you considered that he’s intimidated by you?”

                “Uh… I think the last thing Bradley is, is intimidated by me. He’s very used to telling me no.”

                Actually that might be part of it, he’s so used to hearing Bradley tell him no he’s just assumed he’d hear it again if he did actually ask him out. He remembers Bradley meeting him, not being at all phased by Jake’s fame. And he knows most people are over it when they work in Hollywood, however there’s usually a little bit of something. All Bradley had seemed at the time was annoyed. He knows Bradley considered Pete Mitchell family, deals with Jake on a professional level because he’s nothing if not a consummate professional. Although he does seem to watch Jake, maybe as much as Jake watches him. Okay. Maybe he’s not got zero chances.

                “Have you asked him out?”

                “No.”

                “Then I suggest you do. Not everyone else is going to make the first move for you honey. I’ll give you until Saturday.”

                “Why? What’s happening Saturday?”

                “Then I ask him out for you, like you’re four and I’m organizing a little playdate between you and a friend.”

                “Mom! You wouldn’t…”

                “Do you feel totally confident in that?”

                He looks at her and he really doesn’t. She might be his biggest fan and supporter, but she’s also the first to bring him sharply back to earth if she thinks his head is getting too big. Or if he’s being stupid and going to miss out on something.

                “Honey, you have a choice. Either face potential embarrassment of asking him and him maybe saying no. Or there will be the definitive and absolute embarrassment of me asking him, which I can assure you will be so much more humiliating for you on every level I can think of…”

                Jake is getting traumatic flashbacks to his teen years; the time his mom danced in the grocery aisles to her favorite song, or when she screamed his name across the quad at school, telling him he forgot his lunch and then gave him a sparkly pink plastic lunchbox covered in Hello Kitty stickers while she was wearing a bathrobe (impressive and annoying considering she was a teacher and fully dressed under the bathrobe). God, he really cannot trust her not to go through with it.

PART TEN

[cowgurrrl]

On the Charlie girl theme; her first day of school and Joel just being a mess? Alexa play slipping through my fingers.

Joel Miller is the ultimate crier at anything his kids do 🫡 (also this made me especially emotional thinking about the fact that one of the last things Sarah and Jane ever did was go to school (WHO SAID THAT))

August

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: I don’t love how this turned out because I actually did start crying because my goddaughter is turning four soon and she’s so big and UGH

Summary: Charlie goes to school for the first time [1.1k]

Warnings: Charlie is 5 and Ellie is 21, parental anxiety (what’s new), everyone has to put on a brave face

"Daddy and Ellie are gonna pick you up from school because Mommy has to work, okay? They'll meet you right here." You say as you smooth down the straps of Charlie's backpack. It's way too big for her and practically empty except for her lunch box that Joel packed last night, but she looks adorable. She nods as you fuss over her, Joel standing beside you.

"But if you need me to come to get you sooner, you tell Mrs. Rich, and she'll call someone on the radio to get me," Joel chimes in. "If you need anythin', you find an adult. All the adults know Mommy and Daddy, and they'll be able to help you."

"That's right." You agree, raising your eyebrows as you look at her. Kids are rushing all around you, kissing their parents and siblings goodbye before running into the school, excited for the first day. You catch a glimpse of Tommy and Maria waving to Camille as she giggles her way to the doors. She turns and calls for Charlie to follow her, but she stays where she is, wringing her hands like Joel does when he's nervous.

"What's wrong, pumpkin?" Joel asks as he crouches next to you so you're both eye-level with your daughter.

"Is school scary?" She asks, glancing between the two of you. You take a deep breath and reach for Joel's hand. He shakes his head and reaches out to brush her bangs out of her face.

"No, baby, school isn't scary. It's fun! You're gonna make so many new friends and learn so many things. Hell, I bet you'll get to be a whole lot smarter than Daddy." He says, his eyes lighting up as he tries to comfort her, but you can feel him shaking.

"Then, why does Mommy look so scared?" Her little voice makes your heart break, and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop tears from forming in your eyes. The truth is, you’re fucking terrified, but you’re not about to have a conversation with your five-year-old explaining to her why you’re so scared of leaving her at school. So, you swallow the lump in your throat and smile.

"Mommy's not scared, honey. Mommy's just sad because you're so grown up. Do you remember when Ellie went to school, and she got bigger and smarter and so so strong?" You ask, and she nods. "Do you remember how cool that was to watch?" She nods again, and you smile. Joel sniffles next to you, and you squeeze his hand. "Do you know that you're going to be the coolest and smartest and strongest little girl the world has ever seen?"

"And the most funny?" She asks, and you laugh.

"You might have to fight your sister for that one, but yes," you say. "But to do that, you have to go to school and fill your brain with lots of knowledge and cool things that Mommy and Daddy can't teach you. So, Mommy's not scared. I'm happy that you're gonna get to do and learn so many new things, and I'm sad because you're not a little baby anymore, but I'm not scared. Mrs. Rich is gonna take such good care of you, and you're gonna get to hang out with Camille at lunch, and you'll get to tell us everything you learned when you get home, okay?" You say as her teacher steps out of the school, and you hold up one finger behind Charlie's back to let her know you'll just be another second. "Are you still feeling scared?"

"A little."

"It's okay to be scared. D'you know what Mommy and Daddy do when we're scared?" You ask, and she shakes her head. You let go of Joel's hand and put your hands on her arms to fully face her. "We take three deep breaths, and we put on our brave faces, and we keep going. Can I see your brave face?" She furrows her brows together to mean mug at you, and you copy her, making her laugh. "See! You have the most brave face out of all of us! So, now we're going to take some deep breaths together, put on our brave faces, and you're gonna go to school and have a great day, okay?"

"Okay." She agrees. Together, you breathe in through your nose and out your mouth, the crisp August air distracting your spiraling thoughts. Once you let out your third exhale, she puts on her brave face, turns around, and marches toward the school like it's her life's mission. You falter and stop yourself from reaching for her, Joel's hand coming to your shoulder as you both stand. Tears stain his face, and you wipe under your eyes to keep yourself from crying.

"Well, that definitely could've gone worse," he says, and you nod. He sniffles and lets out a shaky breath. "I think we're gonna be okay."

"Yeah."

"Wait!" Charlie's voice suddenly rings out, and you both turn to see her running back over to you. You think something's wrong, or she changed her mind, and maybe you get to keep her at home for one more day. But she grabs your hands, brings you both back to the ground, and throws her arms around your necks. Her little cheek is warm against yours as she squeezes you both with all her might. "I love you more than all the chickies at home." She says, and then she's off, disappearing behind the school doors with her too-big backpack and her brave face.

Up until that moment, she's literally never said the words, "I love you more than all the chickies at home." You want to laugh at how silly it is but also cry because you know just how much she loves those stupid fucking chickens. When you turn to look at Joel, he's an absolute mess, tears falling down his face without shame, and you wrap your arms around him.

"When did she get so big?" He cries, and you feel your own tears returning. "I swear, she was just takin' naps on my chest and cryin' all night because she liked Ellie more than us." You laugh as you remember those nights and realize just how far they are from right now.

"God, she hated trying to go to sleep."

"Fuckin' hated it!" He says. You kiss his cheek and lean back to wipe his tears away. Tommy and Maria are still lingering nearby, probably ready to get something to eat before patrol, but they give you both space to feel your feelings. "She's such a good kid."

"The best," you kiss him. "And you, Joel Miller, are the best dad and husband I ever could've asked for." Before the words can even fully leave your mouth, he's tearing up again, and you laugh. "Oh, honey! It's okay!"

"I know it! Just stop talkin', and I'll get it together." He says, wrapping his arm around your waist and walking away from the school with you. Tommy claps his brother on the shoulder and mumbles something that sounds like, "Again?" Joel just shakes his head, takes a deep breath, and puts on his brave face to get through the rest of Charlie's first day of school.

[belevant-candy-corps]

‘Excuses, Excuses’

Yuji x Y/N

One Shot:

“I’m heading out!” I stood up and slung my backpack on my shoulder. The occult club mandatory meeting was finally over after an hour and a half of eating snacks and talking about recent news.

Yuji and I usually walked home together but he said that some of his family was in town for his grandfather’s funeral. Jin had been like my own family. Ever since I met Yuji, his grandfather welcomed me with open arms. It hit me pretty hard when yuji told me about it, I know that it hit yuji much harder. I felt bad, I had known first hand how hard it was to lose someone you care deeply about. I wished that he would let me be there for him.

Yuji waved to me as I walked out of the abandoned classroom. I believe it used to be a French language classroom but a few years ago the teacher quit and no one wanted to continue teaching. I slid the door open and walked into the almost empty halls. The majority of the clubs were on the first floor or outside. I walked past the blue lockers and towards the stairs. My backpack bounced as I walked down the steep stairs. I walked down from the third floor to the ground floor before I turned down another hallway. Once I got to my locker, I turned the lock as I entered the combination. Twice to the left and stop on 32, turn to the right and pass up the next number once, stop on 24, then go to your next number, 7. I opened my locker and took my backpack off my back. I stuffed it into the locker before shutting the door with a slam. I looked around to see if anyone had heard. The only people I saw were a few stoners. I don’t think I would ever understand why people used and abused drugs.

I turned and walked back down the hall and towards the exit. As I exited I got a bad feeling, like something bad was going to happen… I brushed it off as nothing and continued to walk out the door. If there was one thing I could go back and change about that day, I would’ve gone to yuji and convinced him not to get in his aunt's car.

Slight time skip—

I hardly had enough time to process what had just been said to me before one of Yuji's distant relatives hung up the phone. My breath got caught in my throat. Warm beads of tears flooded out of my tear ducts. I sucked in a gulp of breath. I tried to make some kind of sound, the kind that people make when the worst news had been presented to them, nothing came out. My mother walked out of the kitchen into the living room where I was having my breakdown. My back hunched over and my legs started to shake and bounce. Tears fell into my hands and on top of my legs. I clenched my hands so hard that they left a bloody mark.

“What’s wrong?!” My mother sounded more angry that my tears got onto the couch than concerned for my well being. She stood in front of me, her legs visible from my position on the couch.

“Could you dr-drive me to the hos-hospital?” My voice cracked and hiccuped in the middle of my sentence but I think it got the point across.

We got to the hospital after less than ten minutes. I opened the car door in a rush and ran across the parking lot, making a car hit the brakes. I almost ran into the automatic doors I was running so fast. I tried not to cry as I talked to the front desk lady. She told me that he was being held on floor three but I couldn’t go inside of the hospital room. I nodded at the information and walked to the elevator. My mother had just reached the automatic doors when I pressed the button to go up. She walked up to me and tried to make small talk. I think that she got the hint that I didn’t want to talk at the moment.

As we waited for the elevator I finally took in my surroundings and looked around the room. The wide white walls were bright and stung my sore eyes. The lady at the desk looked at her computer in front of her and wrote something down in her book. There were three men and a child sitting in front of the entrance windows. To my left was a hall with a sign hanging from the ceiling. It read ‘Residential Rooms’ with an arrow pointing in that direction. The clean sanitizer smell flooded my nose. I breathed in the smell as the sound of a bell rang throughout the room. The elevator couldn’t have gotten here slower, I walked inside and let my mother walk in after me before spam pressing the third floor button and the close doors button. Quiet music played in the background as I stared into a mirror at myself, I looked like shit. My eyes were red and somewhat puffy, my hair was a mess, and my clothing was messed up. I didn’t take any time to fix those things, just stared into the reflection.

The elevator door opened allowing us to step out. I walked over to the next lady at a desk. She told me that he was in stable condition but wasn’t awake. She told me to go sit down with Yuji's family. I walked over to them. My mother sat down across the room and smiled at her phone. I felt out of place around these people who I had never met in my entire life. They probably thought I was crazy for sitting with them.

A nurse dressed in blue walked out to alert us that he could have visitors. He still wasn’t awake but she reassured us that he was going to make it but that he was in a coma for the time being. She said something about the coma being caused by medication, but I was honestly just thinking about Yuji. Only family could visit him so I sat back in my chair. Two of the family members walked down the hall leaving three others plus me.

I thought about what might’ve happened. On the phone, they only told me that I was Yuji’s emergency contact and that he was in the hospital. The last I saw of him he was fine… What could’ve happened between the last time I saw him and now? I decided to ask one of the family members, eager to know what happened to my best friend. “He got into a car accident with his aunt…” The old woman I asked seemed hesitant to explain things to me. She said that in a hushed voice like she was trying to make sure that no one else heard.

“Thanks,” I thanked her for sharing what she knew and returned to my own bubble. I started imagining the accident. I imagined Yuji flying out of a car, his head hitting the ground and busting. I imagined blood flying everywhere, glass shattering, and a car exploding as Yuji’s head flies from inside the car. I hoped that nothing bad happened but I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering.

A hand touched my bouncing leg. “I think it’s only a mild concussion and scratches.” The same woman’s voice spoke to me. I lifted my head up to look her in the eyes. Her blue eyes were faded and dark, just like her soul.

“Thanks.” I forced a smile, I’m pretty sure that it came out as a sad excuse for a half smile if anything. Hearing that it wasn’t that serious was a major relief. My leg calmed down and my hands stopped shaking so bad. A few scratches didn’t sound so bad.

I took a deep breath in. I sighed. Today was a nightmare. I leaned my head back onto the back of the chair. I closed my eyes and let myself drift away.

Minor time skip—

“Ah, sir..” a hand was placed on my shoulder before the thin hand moved off. My eyes opened, I looked around. I was in the same waiting room, except this time I was alone. I sat up, my legs stumbled as I grabbed my phone and walked out. My head was blank. I couldn’t think about anything without it connecting to yuji. I decided to take the stairs to avoid any questions.

I walked down the stairs before I finally got to the ground level. I walked out of the exit without sparing a glance to the desk lady. The cold air woke me up, remembering that I had no ride and that my mother probably went home made me want to scream even more than I already had. I used my phone to call a ride, I didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. The car arrived within a few minutes.

Once I got home, about ten minutes after I called a car, I went straight to my room. I didn’t bother to check my phone but I figured it was pretty late. I ended up falling asleep before I could undress or even take a quick shower. My final thoughts were about yuji.

-morning-

I woke up to my god awful alarm. I sat up, my legs still inside of the warm comfort of my blankets. Today was Wednesday, the day after yuji was put inside the hospital. The lady said that it was just a minor accident that provided little comfort. If it had truly just been a minor accident like she said, I wondered if Yuji would be at school today. Probably not…

I stood up and walked towards my dresser. I threw on the first thing I could find before heading to the bathroom. I took care of my personal hygiene before I realized that I had nothing more to do. I slipped on the most comfortable pair of shoes I had and slipped out of the house towards my bus stop. Me and Yuji would walk to school but since he wouldn’t be here I figured that I should get ready to be riding the bus.

My bus got here sooner than I expected, I would’ve missed it if I hadn’t left when I did. I took a seat in the very front. The ride was quick, only three or so stops after my own. We got to school within a few minutes. We got there much earlier than me and yuji would get there if we had walked. The bus pulled into the school lot and let us out after one of the teachers had instructed them to open their doors. Everyone walked in through one entrance, I evidently got pushed around a bit in the crowd.

I got breakfast and was about to sit in my usual spot when I saw him. Yuji was sitting at our table. He had his book bag around his shoulder like always. His eyes were locked on mine, he held a slight smirk. The smirk turned to a slight smile when I sat down.

“What the fuck?” My voice held obvious happiness and curiosity with a tad of anger that I made sure to mix in. I whispered when I spoke, like I was scared that someone would hear. The slight smile he first had turned into a giant smile with all of his teeth. I had been so focused on his smile that I failed to notice that his head had bandages around it and scratches scattered around his face.

“It was a minor accident, I got out this morning,” he paused for a moment. His smile faded to a smirk again, his eyes becoming more narrow, more flirtatious. “My aunt told me that you stayed until after visiting hours were up.” His eyes looked me up and down, I realized that I was still standing, I sat across the table. That was a bit embarrassing, but I’ve had way more embarrassing moments with Yuji, not a big deal.

“Wait, so what’s with the bandage?” I was eager to know the diagnosis.

“I just got a minor concussion, doc says that it’s not serious, just some changes in my personality for a few days” He closed his eyes, when he opened them again I felt that he looked a bit more tired than usual.

“You okay?” My voice was laced with concern. I stood up to sit next to him. I placed my hand on top of a thin layer of white band aids. His head was hot under my hand, I felt his checks. His face was burning up. I knew they shouldn't have let him out so soon…

“Let’s go to the nurse.” I removed my hand from his face. I stood up, hooking my arm over his shoulder to support him. I walked him out of the cafeteria, into the hallway. After we walked down the hallway for a bit he rested his weight on me.

Out of nowhere, he stopped walking. “What’s wrong?” My voice was filled with concern. If he were to pass out I think it would take me about two minutes to get to the nurses office across the campus. He stopped using my shoulder to support his weight. The people around us looked at us weird, although no matter what they thought I was pretty sure that we were already labeled as weird. I looked around us for a teacher that could call someone if he possibly did pass out. I noticed that we had stopped in front of the janitor's office, which was just a closet in the wall. I thought that he had probably not started cleaning yet, he should have still been inside.

I opened the door, expecting to find the janitor sitting at his tiny desk in the corner of the room. The only thing I found was an empty red sofa, about the size of two chairs pushed together. Anything else wouldn’t have been able to fit. I walked inside to see if there was anything I could use to help Yuji. The only thing I found was some Ibuprofen…

“Do you want some ibuprofen?” I asked as I picked up the bottle. My back was still turned to him when I asked. I started to turn around before something or someone had pushed me onto the blood red sofa. The bottle was dropped onto the ground, seemingly spilling open. I opened my eyes with urgency. The first thing I saw wasn’t a bully, or any kind of object, it was yuji.

“What’s wrong?!” I first thought that he had passed out or something like that. But he was blinking fine, his chest was breathing, he didn’t look pale? I tried to lift him off of me but he wouldn’t bust.

I only understood his intentions after he kissed me. The kiss was deep and sloppy. Beads of saliva dripped down my chin. We took multiple breaks to catch our breath but they didn’t last long. I was able to open my eyes afterwards, I looked to the left of Yuji’s head. He must’ve closed the door before he tackled me onto the sofa.

Yuji pulled me back onto another kiss. His tender lips pressed on mine. Yuji’s hands slipped underneath my shirt, his hands pressed against my stomach and chest. He ended the kiss to travel down my chin before leaving dark hickeys along my neck. I hardly noticed him unzipping my cargo pants. The kisses on my neck stopped as he unzipped his own pants. He pulled down both my pants and underwear with one hand.

The thrusts started off slow, he was taking his time thrusting deep with each buck of his hips. His hands caress my chest. He leaned in, bending his neck to kiss my lips. His thrusts became faster, he used more force each time.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his heavy breathing. I closed my eyes. I heard the sound of the bell on the other sound of the door. My eyes closed even tighter, I slid a hand over my mouth to keep any sounds from spilling out. In the background, I could hear the sounds of conversation and walking.

The thrusts shook the sofa, it lightly hit the wall. At some point I remember the intense shock and my erection becoming limp. Yuji continued for a while. I stopped counting how many times I came.

It would be hard for Yuji to come up with an excuse for this one.

[my-on-and-off-writingstuff]

Hey dear! I just finished "Troublemaker PT.2" and the part on Daemon teaches reader to dance is really one of my favorites, that said I was wondering if you could elaborate on an imagine/oneshot of her birthday please?( Feel free to ignore)

Drabble: "Mind if I cut in?" Daemon x Reader

I am so sorry for fulfilling your request like four months later. I really hope you still enjoy it nonetheless. You can find my troublemaker series in my masterlist!

106 AC

The day of your fifteenth name day had arrived and to say you were nervous was an understatement. The whole day you had spent cooped up in your room being probed and made ready into the beautiful gown your mother acquired for you. The whole day you have barely had a chance to sit down and your feet were already aching. “They are waiting for you dear.” You look up at your mother entering the room with a big smile on her face. Delighted at being the centre of attention by making all this fuss about you. You try to smile but the smile does not quite reach your eyes as the fear of disappointing your mother claws its way around your throat.

Slowly you walk behind your mother to the banquet hall where the ball is going to be held. It might be childish, but you were stalling. You knew the dancing lessons had not paid off its fruits even when your mother increased the time spend with your teacher. He simply was not patient enough with you to teach it, and often made you feel dumb. Your mother had not helped much with the expectation she had laid on you and the increasing disappointment every time the teacher reported back to her. You could only hope Daemon was there to save you from the horrors of being the centre of attention when you had to open the ball with the first dance. But you doubted it as he had flown out on some royal business earlier this morning.

The doors to the banquet hall opened and instantly the music swelled announcing your entrance. Your eyes scanned the room in search of the blond Targaryen hair, while you saw some shiny blondes, they were not the ones you were looking for. You are breathing quickens slightly and you felt your hands go clammy. Slowly you descend the stairs, looking down at your feet to try not to trip. Congratulations are thrown your way when you make your way into the middle of the room. You try to relax as you socialize with the people around you after all the dancing is yet to come.

As the music almost swelled to an end your mother pushed you towards a handsome boy of your age, he was from a house close to yours. The boy politely asked you to honor him for the first dancer and you nodded back. your nervousness was back in full force and your eyes scanned the room once more. you doubted this boy would be able to help you not make any mistake and embarrasses your whole family in front of all the guests, but Daemon simply was not there. You took in a deep breath and ran over the dancing steps in your head once more. you could do this, Daemon taught you right, you just needed someone who was half as decent as him you guide you through it and not step out of tune.

As the last notes of the song faded away and the group prepared to play a new one you closed your eyes quickly. “Mind if I cut in?” a deep tone interrupts your thoughts, and you open your eyes quickly. Daemon does not wait for an answer as he pushed the boy to the side. He takes you in his arms as he winks at you. “I was not going to miss this, little one.” As the first melodies of the song start, he softly guides you a step back before twirling you around. You smile a real one as the nervousness lessens with each step. Daemon makes sure to complicate the dance even more as he twirls you around.

You almost enjoy yourself until you make a slight mistake. Almost clumsily you step on his feet, but his face does not change for a moment, keeping up his appearance of a young royal prince he just twirls you again. “Daemon, I a-.” He shakes his head and reassures you with a smile. “Do not fret, my feet will survive, troublemaker.”

110 AC

Daemon looks at his wife who is dancing with another man. Caching the light of the overhead candles makes your dress sparkle as you catch the attention of others as you look absolutely radiant. Slight jealousy is rearing its head at the sight of it, but he contains it as you smile happily. It is almost hard to believe that a mere years ago you had loathed the thought of dancing as you believed you had not been any good in it. However, it was only a lapse of confidence as you had felt the pressure of your mother and family to perform in reality you were good and had started enjoying it from there on out.

At the sight of a hand slightly lowering on your body Daemon had more than enough. After all, he only had one dance with you earlier in the evening and he was due for another one. Moreover, another man touching you that way was reserved for one person and one person only. Without even politely asking to cut in he pushed the men aside. Catching you off guard as you stumbled slightly but when you recognized his touch you melted perfectly in his arms. You smiled up at him as he moved you across the dance floor. “Couldn’t resist?” you tease him as you lean up to quickly kiss him on his cheek. “He was touching what was mine.”

Your hand lays over his heart as the two of you stand a little closer than you have to. “Possessive much.” You smirk as he lowers his gaze to you with a smouldering gaze. Not caring if it was appropriate or not, he lowers his lips to yours. You melt against him as you kiss him back. The two having stopped dancing, now blocking others from moving around you as the dance inclines. You hear a cough behind you and with flushed cheeks, you break the kiss. You pull him back into the line as the two of you continue to dance again. “So even my kisses are not good enough to whisk you away.” Daemon signs as he holds you in the proper positions. Much to his regrets.  “Only because you made me love dancing, especially when it is with you,”

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Taglist: @targaryenmoony

[joelscruff]

✨ new series announcement ✨

so now that my soft!dom joel series has come to a (semi) close, and one thing i'm missing is also coming to an end next week, i want to let you guys know that i'm starting a new joel series!!

it's not a new premise or something you haven't heard me talk about before. it's actually the guitar teacher joel x inexperienced reader fic that won the poll a few days ago. i'm not sure how long it's going to be, i would say maybe three or four parts as an estimate, but after one thing i'm missing is done it's gonna become my new top priority.

this joel is very different than the joel i've been writing so far. he's definitely darker, more of a dirty old man. however i wanna stress that all smut in this fic will be entirely consensual. he may be corrupting reader but it's only because she wants him to.

i'm putting a preview of the first part underneath the cut if you're interested 💕

"You wanna come in for a bit?" he asks, voice nonchalant, like he's asking you something completely casual.

And maybe he is, but the words make your eyes widen, your breath catching in your throat. The way he'd looked at you just then, laughed at your words, wanted to know your age... now he's inviting you into his house? You've never actually been flirted with before, not when it mattered, and you're not entirely sure if that's what's happening. But it feels like it, even though you can't imagine how someone like him could see anything sexy about a girl like you.

"...Why?" you ask quietly.

He looks up at you with another smile, still plucking the strings, "If you need to ask then maybe I read you wrong," he chuckles again, eyes trailing down your legs and taking in your short dress, the way it stops at your knees, "Now that I really look at you, maybe I'm talkin' to a good Christian girl."

"You're not," you say it too quickly, "I mean, I'm not. I'm not a good Christian girl."

"No?" he smirks, "Don't have a good southern daddy waitin' for you to come home? Momma waitin' with a pie in the oven?" he's not being serious but you feel your skin flush at the accuracy of his words.

"Maybe," you mutter, hand going down to touch your dress nervously, "But maybe I don't wanna go home."

He nods and stops plucking, licking his lips and thinking to himself. You have to admit, there's something about him that draws you to him, something masculine and new. He's much, much older than you but not in a way that creeps you out or makes you want to run away. You find yourself hoping he'll ask you to come inside again so this time you can give him the right answer, the one he wants to hear.

"You probably should," he finally says, then stands up on his porch steps and slips his guitar onto his back. The strap digs into his broad shoulders, accentuating his size as he suddenly towers over you on the step.

"Sh-should what?" you ask breathlessly, and you wonder if he can tell your heart race has picked up, see the thumping of your pulse in your exposed neck.

"Go back home," he says with a shrug, "I mean, if they're waitin' for you..."

"They're not," you say it with firm finality, shaking your head, "I'm twenty one, I do what I like."

He walks down the steps then, getting closer and closer to you until he's suddenly standing directly in front of you. His eyes cast downward, assessing your expression; you swear he looks at your lips and licks his own again.

"So would you like to come inside?" he asks again, peering down at you with a dark sense of desire that makes you swallow roughly, feel a light and steady thrum between your legs, "Let me teach you how to play that song?"

Here's your chance. Just say yes.

"N-no," you gasp, taking a step back from him, "Um, n-not today."

He smirks, almost like he knew that would be your response. He hitches his guitar up his shoulder and gives you one last smile before turning around and walking back up his steps.

"Well, I'm here if you change your mind," he calls back to you, reaching for the doorknob on his front door and peering at you with another side glance, still assessing you, "Would love to teach a pretty thing like you how to use her fingers."

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

it's called "feelings on fire" by the way. bonus points to who can guess what song that's from.

[gentil-minou]

wlw wangxian for @wlwangxianweek

Day 1 - In Over My Head (aka short girl Wei Ying being in over her head with her crush on the tall new girl Lan Zhan)

Wei Ying has sat in the second row from the front of the board since the very first day of school. It was the perfect spot, actually. Right next Mianmian and in front of her brother so maximum annoyance potential. Perfect. Best of all, no one sits in front of her, which is soooo important because no one tells you how awful being the shortest girl in your grade is until you're trying to see over their dumb big heads so she can see what the teacher's writing.

As long as they don't elbow her (though if they do, Wei Ying is much stronger than she looks. She can take them These thighs are all muscle, baby), she's peachy keen. Even when assholes like Wen Chao try to make fun of her, being this short gives her the perfect angle to look down at his crotch, frown, and say, "Wow, I'm so sorry. I think you can get surgery to fix that." Before running away cackling. She's fast, and these lumbering idiots will never catch up to her anyways, hehe.

So Wei Ying is feeling pretty damn good about everything, until the new girl walks into their homeroom.

She's laughing at something Nie Huaisang said and so isn't entirely paying attention until their teacher draws their attention. When she turns around, all she can see is the back of someone very, very tall, with incredibly long hair that goes all the way down their back.

Shiny and silky, the kind she'd seen in hair commercials, with the shower running overhead and soap streaming down a stranger's body…

Wow, Wei Ying must be envious. She's always liked her messy waves, but maybe it's just that she's interested in growing her hair out and straitening it or something.

Anyways, that's not the most important thing here. The most eye-catching thing about this new kid is how incredible tall she is. Like, almost reaching the top of the blackboard, taller than most of the boys tall. Wei Ying's head would probably wouldn't even reach her shoulders.

"So cool…" she whispers, subconsciously. Jiang Cheng elbows her to quiet down and she yelps, "Hey!" which unfortunately draws everyone's attention to her, including the new girl.

And…oh. Wow. New girl isn't just tall. She's so pretty. Model pretty. Pretty pretty.

Wei Ying's struck dumb by the way New Girl fixes an intense gaze on her, peering above wire-rimmed glasses with eyes honey-brown and lashes long enough the must brush against her glasses all the time. She's staring at her, well, glaring at her more like, but wow, Wei Ying doesn't mind at all.

She gulps as her eyes trails down the side of New Girl's perfectly sloped nose, down to thick plump lips that are pursed in a frown and just…ah, her throat feels parched.

Wei Ying has never cared much about other people's bodies before. She's touched herself, of course, but she hasn't had more than a peripheral interest in others. Her breasts are small and she's perfectly fine with them. The rest of her female friends are a bit larger than her, but it's never been much of big deal for her. She changes in front of them all the time and there's never been even the smallest hint of anything more untoward.

Now, she can't look away. She doesn't think she wants to.

New Girl's breasts are…incredible. Wow. She buttons her shirt all the way to the top, but she must have the wrong size or something because one of the buttons is stretched a bit and Wei Ying can just barely make out the lace edge of her—

Mianmian clears her throat beside her.

Oh. Wei Ying was staring. With her mouth wide open in an o. And standing up over the desk to lean forwards on the palm of her hands.

Oh.

Wei Ying drags her gaze back up to New Girls face and…yup, New Girl's glare is 1000% times worse now. But her ears are also tinged pink, peaking through strands of her long hair.

It's cute…really cute. She's super cute. Yeah.

"Wei Ying?" the teacher asks, "Are you perhaps volunteering to guide Lan Zhan around the school?"

"Huh?" Wei Ying says around her still dry throat, the name echoing in her head. A pretty name for a pretty girl. Wow.

She's a bit speechless still, but Jiang Cheng elbows her again and that seems to do the trick, fixing whatever got dislodged from her brain, and sending her back into high gear.

Yeah, she can totally show New Girl— Lan Zhan, wow, around! She's great at that.

She beams her brightest grin across the classroom, and okay Lan Zhan just frowns more but somehow that just makes her even prettier. "I'd be happy to!"

"Wonderful," their teacher says, amused. "Lan Zhan you may take a seat in front of Wei Ying then and she will give you a tour around the school after class."

Lan Zhan nods and walks over, except it almost seems like she glides over, the ends of her long uniform-issued skirt swishing around her ankles revealing plain white socks and matching shoes. It should be ridiculous but with the way her hair fans out behind her just makes her look ethereal. Wei Ying can almost imagine the sparkles that would follow in her wake.

Lan Zhan stops in front of her new desk and glances at Wei Ying, who smiles back up at her, all friendly and everything so she feels super welcome. Lan Zhan's face doesn't change at all, just gives her an impassive look before she sits down and...

Oh. That's a problem.

She blocks the board…Wei Ying can't see at all.

Normally, Wei Ying wouldn't think twice about telling someone to move their big head…except Lan Zhan doesn't have a big head.

Her head is small and perfect actually, and her hair slides over her shoulder and it's taking everything Wei Ying has in her to not touch it and see just how soft it is….but that's not the point. She can't see, and she's feeling so hot and flustered by it for some reason she doesn't know what to do at all.

Then, almost as if she can read her mind, Lan Zhan glances at her and, seeming to understand, shifts to the side so Wei Ying can see perfectly just around her shoulder.

Wei Ying smiles at her and taps her shoulder to say thank you, earning a static shock that's electrifying and sends sparks down her spine to pool in something low and deep within her.

Lan Zhan nods again, eyes cast and demure, and turns back to the board.

It's worked. Wei Ying can see the board again perfectly. So even if the new girl is kinda mean-looking, she's kind. The realization makes Wei Ying's heart flutter and her cheeks turn an embarassing pink. She tucks her chin into her hands, palms at her cheeks hoping her cool skin can relieve some of the heat.

But there's a new problem now. With the way Lan Zhan is sitting now, towards the side and angled a bit as she jots down notes with perfect penmanship, Wei Ying can study her profile. An unobstructed view.

It's very distracting, she can't focus on anything the teacher is saying, at all.

A very pretty distraction. Oh dear.

TBC

(threadfic here)

[gretavangroupie]

Wilt (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1

Wilt Playlist

A/N: THIS FIC RELIES HEAVILY ON THE PLAYLIST LINKED ABOVE. TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THE STORY YOU MUST PLAY THE SONGS WHEN YOU SEE THE LYRICS.

WARNINGS: Angst, Smut, 18+ as always.

Three days. That is how many days it has been since the freak snow storm. Since you shared a bed with Jake. Since you kissed him. Since you’ve heard from him too. Your parting words, being ‘text me’, him replying he would. But he hasn’t. You try not to dwell on it. You felt something, and you know he did too. You have carried on with your normal life, wondering how his far from normal days play out. You resist the urge to text him first, knowing that if he wanted to see you again he would reach out, but he hasn’t and you decide to leave it alone. That evening as you step out of the shower you hear your phone buzzing on the bathroom vanity.

Jake: Did you give up?

Reading the message and trying to decipher what he is talking about you think for a second on what he is talking about. Playing it safe you type your response. 

You: No.

Jake: Did you find a new teacher? I haven’t gotten a video in days.

You see where this is going, but you left the ball in his court last time you spoke. You aren’t going to let him turn this around on you.

You: Maybe I did…mine forgot about me.

Jake: He didn’t.

You: Must have been busy tending to his other students.

Knowing that was a ballsy response you hold your breath and wait.

Jake: He’s not accepting new students.

You: If he is not accepting students, why did he take me on?

Jake: Special case.

You: Well, then as my teacher you’ll be happy to know that I am still trying, but it’s hard. My fingers hurt and my hands are sore. 

Jake: If it was easy then everyone would play. Show me what you’ve been working on.

You: If you want to see me then say it. 

Jake: Someone is full of herself?

You: Maybe I am.

Jake: I want to see if you actually retained anything we worked on. That way I can decide if I should continue.

Okay, maybe that one hurt a little. Propping your phone up on your desk, you grab your guitar and record a short video of you playing the song the he taught you. You had been working it more over the last few days and you had gotten pretty confident with how it sounded. You attach it to the text.

You: Go easy on me, I am doing my best.

A minute or so later, he replies.

Jake: Beautiful

You: Yeah, it definitely sounds better than the last time you heard me play it.

Jake: Not the song…you.

You blush at his very obvious attempt at flirting with you. Your heart leaps into your throat and you throw yourself back onto your bed before regaining your composure and forming a reply.

 You: You are just trying to get back on my good side…

Jake: Are you ready for your next lesson?

You: Im not sure, let me check the weather…

You laugh to yourself, okay that was a good one.

Jake: What you don’t like sleep overs?

You: I think it’s inappropriate for students to sleep with their teachers, don’t you?

Jake: Special case.

You: Yours or mine?

Jake: Come to mine, pack a bag.

With that your head is sent spinning. This is not how you saw your Saturday night going. You thought for sure you’d be on your couch with ice cream and a sad movie, eating your feelings.

You stand up and walk to your closet pulling a few things and throwing them into an overnight bag, within 10 minutes you’re packed and out the door. 

As you pull up in front of his house you notice another car parked out front. Stepping out of your car you hear the muffled sound of music coming from inside the house, growing louder as you approach the door. It’s clearly a song with a lot of electric guitar.  You knock loudly on the door thinking they may not be able to hear it over their music. Josh quickly opens the door smiling at you with a drink in his hand.  

“Now its a party! Good to see you again shug! Come in!”

As you step inside the music becomes even louder. You look around the living room and you don’t see anyone. You follow Josh down the hallway and into a room you saw Jake go into last time you were here. 

You now see that is a a music room. On one wall there are various guitars hanging and sitting in stands, electric, acoustic, you name it there was at least one.  Next to that, amps and speakers set up in a configuration you’d never understand. There is large plush red rug covering the concrete floors, a small brown leather chair in the corner and a desk with recording equipment. Jake is standing with his back to the door, his foot is propped up on the seat of the chair, an electric guitar hanging by the strap over his body. Next to him stands someone you don’t recognize. He is facing Jake playing a bass. The guy is taller than Jake, but has his same dark features. He has long hair, and a slender build. His bare foot taps to beat of the song they are playing. It is incredibly loud and you wonder how none of them have lost their hearing yet, knowing this is likely a frequent occurrence in the house.

Josh starts to sing loudly next to you…

“Brother I brought you some silver, yeah I brought you some gold, I brought a little bit of everything to keep you from the gallows pole…” 

This causes Jake to whip his head around and look at Josh, who scurries down the hallway laughing, leaving you standing there alone. A small smile leaves the side of Jakes mouth and without looking back he says “Cut is Sammy.” He reaches down and turns the volume knob. 

As Jake goes to talk, Sam interrupts him. “Hi I’m Sam!” He exudes the energy of a golden retriever puppy, he has a soft and endearing quality about him. “Hi Sam!” You reply “I’m…” you start before he cuts you off, “Oh I know who you are, you’re the girl!” He says with a huge smile. Jake whipping his head around to give Sam a death glare. Sam’s smile dropping immediately to a thin line, aware that he has accidentally said too much he leaves the room quickly.

Jake turns back to you, “Hey” he says. 

“Hi” you reply sheepishly. “We didn’t come in here last time I was here. I didn’t even know you had a music room.”

“Ah, yeah I guess we didn’t did we. Sorry about Sam, he has… no filter” he jokes.

“So you’ve been talking about me, huh?” You say in a flirty tone.

“No, he must have you confused with the other girl.” He says smugly.

Your eyes widen a bit and your cheeks flush as you look down at the ground then back up to him feeling a little embarrassed.

“Oh darlin no I’m kidding, yes! Yes, I have been talking about you! Jeeze don’t look at me like that. Break my heart.” He says running his hand down your arm, meeting your hand. He is warm. Warmer than last time by far.

Slinging his guitar off of his body he sets it down on the stand. You’ve seen that guitar before.

“Isn’t that the one you were playing at the shop the other day?” You ask.

“Well no, but also yes. Im a bit of a collector. It was by chance that I was even in there that day. They called me that morning that they got it. I collect that guitar. I had to go see for myself if they really did have one. Turns out they did, which is crazy. Its a super rare find. I walked out with it that day.” He says. “I got two rare things that day.” He pulls your hand bringing you closer and kisses your forehead quickly.

“Now where were we? Where is your guitar?” He asks.

Shock crosses your face, you completely forgot it. “Oh no, Jake I totally spaced. I left it at home.” You reply sadly.

“Look around darlin… take your pick.” he says.

You look around the room and spot a light brown acoustic guitar sitting in the corner so you walk over and pick it up.

“Ah, a good choice. That was my first.” He says gently. “Let’s go in the living room so we can sit.” He picks up another acoustic and follows you out of the room.

As you make your way over to the couch you see Sam finishing up pouring drinks into 4 glasses. “I made refreshments for the lady.” he announces.

“Sam, you don’t even know if she drinks…” Jake replies.

“The lady, what says you!?” He says in a gallant voice.

Laughing you say, “Sure Sam, thank you.” and he hands you the pink tinted cocktail.

Josh walks over and takes his place in the chair right in front of the couch. “Ahh, the ever elusive Salty Dog…” he says slurping the drink audibly. 

“Good God man. How much vodka did you put in this?!” Josh remarks. Sam, cocking his head to the side looking at Josh, he whispers in a quiet but somehow still very loud version of his normal voice, “You saaaaid we needed to loosen him up…” 

“Well that should do it dear brother.” He says wincing as he takes another sip.

You laugh at the interaction, noticing how uncomfortable Jake is beginning to get. “Wait you’re a brother too?!” You ask Sam.

“Ugh! Of course they didn’t tell you. They always do this!” He says dramatically. 

Jake pipes in, “you could only imagine why. Huh, Sammy…” before leaning back into the couch and slinging his left arm over the back of the cushions. You lean back too, feeling his arm touching your neck. You sip the obnoxiously strong drink and know that it won’t be long until you are the one feeling ‘loose’ as Sam put it.

You all talk for a while, Sam is actually hilarious and truly does not have a filter at all. You have heard so many funny stories about Jake and Josh you could write a book. After a while, Sam decides to head home, gushing all about his fancy car that will drive him home, for him. Josh all but kicks him out of the front door laughing and heads down the hallway to his bedroom.

“You know, this lesson isn’t going too well…” you say to Jake.

“Yeah my plan was kind of derailed thanks to those horrible drinks.” He laughs back.

“I don’t think they were too bad, I mean they got you smiling and you’re definitely more ‘loose’.” You joke.

“What if maybe we don’t play tonight?” He asks.

“Im afraid I may fall behind and my teacher will no longer keep me as a student…” you say flirting.

“Hmmm, you may need some extra office hours to make up for it…” He says flirting back as he leans into you. His hand gently caressing the side of your cheek, his calloused thumb running along your cheekbone. “You are so gorgeous” he says softly. 

“I think that’s the alcohol talking.” You reply.

“No. No it’s not, I’ve thought that since I saw you at the guitar shop.” He states.

You lean in and press your lips to his, fitting together perfectly. You note again how warm he feels, as you place your hand on his forearm that is close to your face. The kiss deepening, his tongue gently asks permission before you part your lips letting him in. Your tongue reaching out for his like long lost lovers. You can taste the vodka in his mouth. He pulls away suddenly, his lips connecting with the hinging point of your jaw. As he continues to kiss his way down your jaw line with slow nipping kisses a light moan leaves your throat. The sensation of his lips on your skin igniting a fire that has long been put out. 

“Fuck, you can’t make noises like that” he says desperately. “I have half a mind to take you right here.” 

“You think I am just going to give it to you that easily?” You say.

“No, I didn’t mean…I wasn’t trying…” he begins to stammer

“Jake relax, I’m just giving you a hard time.” You say.

“Oh trust me, I have got that portion covered.” He smirks.

“Is that so?” You reply in your sexiest voice.

With a smug look on his face he grabs your hand and places it over the bulging crotch of his jeans. Your eyes growing wide feeling the hardness underneath the fabric.

“Yeah, it is.” He says.

Just as things start to get heated, Josh pops his head out of his bedroom door, “Goodnight you two. Jake do you want me to get you up at 7?” He asks.

“Why on Earth would I want you to wake me up at 7?” He asks harshly.

“We have that interview to record tomorrow at the office… did you forget?” He replies.

“Shit, I sure did… fuck, yeah that is fine. Goodnight.” He says.

“Are you sure you want me to stay since you have to work?”  You ask. “You’re not going anywhere darlin.” He replies.

“Maybe we should go to sleep at least?” You ask.

“I suppose we should, just as things were getting interesting too.” He says shaking his head.

Jake grabs the glasses off the coffee table and places them in the kitchen sink. Turning off all the lights and checking all the doors are locked, he lets you lead the way to his bedroom. Not a single thing has changed since you were here last. Even the clothes are piled on the chair still.

“Do you want something to sleep in again?” He asks.

“No you told me to bring a bag remember?” You respond. “Oh, yeah I did. Damn.” He says pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his beautifully tanned skin and signature coin necklace.

You are caught staring again. He smirks before slipping his jeans off, the remnants of his bulge dying down. He digs through the pile of clothes on the chair and grabs a pair of sweatpants and slides them on over his boxer briefs. You cannot believe that he is so comfortable changing in front of you. 

You excuse yourself to his bathroom and put on the matching set you brought with you. When you come out of the bathroom he is already in bed, with his hair tied back into a messy bun. Just when you thought he couldn’t be more gorgeous. 

His side table lamp is the only light illuminating the room, and it’s a soft amber type glow cast upon the walls. It feels tranquil. 

He throws back the side of the duvet as an invitation to get into the bed. As you climb in you’re greeted with the familiar fluffy feather pillow you loved. “I thought this was your pillow?” You ask him. 

“I got another one, just in case.” He says smiling at you. Pointing at the old one leaning against the chair in the corner.

“Hmmm, such a gentleman.” You say smirking. 

“Ahh there’s still more yet to learn about me darlin.” He says pulling you into his side. 

“Why did you invite me here Jake?” You ask, the words coming out before you can even think about stopping them.

“To tell you that I am sorry I didn’t call you or text you for a few days. I was thinking about you every day. I was trying to think of the right thing to say, but I kept coming up short. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, so I asked about your guitar. Seems to have worked since you’re back here in my arms now.” He says against the top of your head. 

Turning to rest your face on his bare chest he continues. “It feels like, like something is drawing me to you. Im not sure what it is yet, but I guess I am searching.” He finishes. 

He reaches over and pulls the string on the lamp, effectively blacking out the room. You lay in silence listening to his even heartbeat echoing in his chest before breaking the silence again.

“Are there words? To the song you taught me?” You ask. “Josh said there are words.”

“Yeah, there are words.” He says gently patting your arm with the arm that’s wrapped around you. “I will tell them to you one day. When I can do it the right way.” He says with a sleepy voice. Not pressing the issue any further you start to succumb to your own exhaustion.

You snake your hand across his bare stomach and rub you fingertips up and down the smooth, warm skin. 

“Jake?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah?” He replies.

“Kiss me?” You say.

He rolls towards you taking your face in his left hand and kisses you deeply and urgently for what seemed like minutes, even though you know it couldn’t have been longer than a few seconds. You’re sure you’ll never grow tired of this feeling that stirs in your stomach the moment his lips meet yours. Pulling away from your lips he whispers against them a hushed, “goodnight.” Rolling back over onto the comfy feather pillow, you reply “Goodnight.”

As morning arrives Jakes phone begins to ring on his night stand. Buzzing and ringing far too loudly for 7am. Feeling his legs slip slightly away from in-between yours he groans reaching over and turning the ringer off. Turning back to you, your eyes are partly open and staring at him. “Did that wake you?”  He asks.

You smile, “Yeah Jake, me and the next three houses… why is it so loud?” You ask.

“If it’s not, I won’t wake up. Im a bit of deep sleeper. That’s why Josh asked me if I wanted him to wake me up. He knows i’ll sleep right through that shit.” He laughs. 

“Ahhh the last thing I want to do is leave this.” He says rolling into you placing his face in the crook of your neck. “In fact I think i’ll just stay here.” He says, the words muffled by your skin.

“No no no, you need to get up and go be Mr. Rockstar today” you say running your hand down the length of his back stopping when you reach the hem of his sweatpants. It’s funny to you, calling him a rockstar when he hasn’t even truly played anything for you yet. 

“I know, okay Im getting up.” He says.

Getting up he pads across the room and into the bathroom leaving the door cracked open. You hear the shower turn on and take that as your cue to get up and get changed into your extra clothes. You are dying to brush your teeth after all the alcohol last night. Not wanting to overstep, you sneak into the bathroom, the door was open after all, and quietly turn the faucet on to wet your toothbrush. You hear the water hitting the floor of the shower and try not to imagine Jake standing there naked as the water falls.

As you continue brushing, Jake must have heard you and peaks his head out of the shower curtain. “Spying on me? You know if you wanted to see you just have to ask darlin.” He smirks at you.

Opening your mouth with a shocked expression you reply, “I was not spying…”

He raises his eyebrows at you and closes the curtain back swiftly. 

You finish up and make your way back into the room, packing up your few things you brought.

A few minutes later he is walking out of the bathroom with a grey towel wrapped around his waist, his hair roughly dried and hanging freely around his face. How could he be more gorgeous, you think to yourself. He steps into his closet and eyes through the items looking for something to wear. 

“What does a rockstar wear to the office?” You ask jokingly.

“Well, that is a good question isn’t it?” He says “typically they wear whatever is clean and sitting in that chair. But I have run out of options over there, and must resort to my backup stash in here.” He jokes.

Pulling a pair of heavily worn, loose fitting jeans and a mangled looking button down, he turns off the light and begins to get dressed. You turn around as so not to invade his privacy when he speaks up. “You’re going to come with right? I can show you the office? It’s like a mini studio, the other guys will be there too.” He says. 

“Do you want me to come? I don’t want to intrude.” You reply.

“I do, I think it will be fun. The interview thing should only take an hour at most, then we usually just fuck around until we are all bored and go home.” He says.

You both hear a yell from the hallway “JAKEEEE, let’s go man, we are already pushing it as usual…” Josh says.

“Lets go before he has a meltdown.” Jake says grabbing his things and walking to the door.

As you step into the living room there are 2 mugs of coffee waiting on the counter and Josh is standing there leaning up against it waiting for you both.

“Well, if it isn’t Mr & Miss Sleeping Beauty” he jokes, “Seriously though, we need to be there ready to go in 10 minutes, and I have it on good authority it takes 13.” 

“Alright, you’re driving” he says to Josh. “And she’s coming with today, I want to show her the space.”

“Lets getting moving then.” Josh says with a smile.

Well, you made it in time. That is because Josh drives like a bat out of hell, weaving in and out of traffic and breaking all the basic rules of the road. You chalk it up to running late and hope that isn’t how he always drives. Jake and Josh burst through the doors of the building and run up a flight of stairs, you trailing behind them. As you enter the office space its a gigantic room, white with tons of various items hanging on the walls. Platinum record casings, posters, jerseys, a skateboard? In the center of the room is a ping pong table, across from it is a white piano, with various awards placed on top. A small drum kit sits to the side of the piano and a few different guitars on stands surrounded by couple of chairs. Jake leads you over to a couch and you sit down.

“Alright we are about to run into that room and do this interview, Danny and Sam will be here shortly but just hang out look around, make yourself comfortable.” He kisses you on the cheek before running back into the other room and shutting the door.

As you sit on the couch you scroll through social media on your phone and decide to type in the name see you across all the walls. ‘Greta Van Fleet’.

You pull up their instagram account and are instantly greeted with photos of Josh, Jake, Sam and someone you haven’t met yet but are assuming is the Danny, Jake just mentioned. 

They look so different in these photos, all of them clearly in their element. You scroll a bit and see a black and white photo of Jake in a black hat and your heart nearly stops from how drop dead gorgeous he looks. An instant save into your photo library. 

As you continue to scroll you see a few videos and decide to hit play on one of them. The music you hear is nothing like you expected but in a good way. A modern vintage sound is the best way you can describe it. You must not have heard the guys walk in over the music, because Sam pops up behind you, scaring you to death. 

“Doing some research huh?” He says with a smirk. “Oh my god! Sam you scared me! And yeah kinda, I have yet to hear a single song. Jake didn’t even tell me the name of your band, I just saw it on everything here and decided to look it up.” You reply.

“He hasn’t played a song for you?!” He asks astonished.

“No, which I why I decided to take things into my own hands.” You reply laughing.

Suddenly who you now know as Danny is walking into the room. 

“You’re not gonna believe this, but Jake hasn’t played her a song yet. She didn’t even know the name of the band.” He laughs talking to Danny.

“What? How is that possible?” Danny responds before turning to you, “Hey I’m Daniel, but everyone calls me Danny. Nice to meet you finally.” He says. Shaking his hand you introduce yourself and begin to chat about the cool space, trying not to think about how Danny basically just said that Jake has talked about you in front of him.

After a game of ping pong, and a tour of the office lead by Sam, he sits down at the piano and starts playing something you don’t recognize. He is insanely talented. You’re starting to think all of them a geniuses. 

“Don’t tell Josh I played that, he will kill me.” he says shooting a look towards Danny who is shrugging his shoulders as he wraps a drum stick in black tape. 

“Sam will you play one of your songs for me? What should my intro to your music be?” You ask.

“Daniel? What says you, which one for the lady?”

“How about Curtain? Seems like her style.” He says, walking over to a record table, and turning on a speaker system. Sam nod his head in approval.

“We never listen to our own music in here, I don’t even know if we have that album in here.” he says digging through a cabinet of albums. “Oh, I was wrong here it is.” He says pulling the sleeve from the album and placing the red vinyl on the player. He moves the needle to rest midway through the album, hearing the end of one song finish before the intended song starts up.

“Ah, a classic…” Sam smiles off into the distance clutching his shirt over his heart, as Danny rolls his eyes and walks over.

A smile crosses your face when you hear Jakes guitar and Josh’s voice begin to play over the speakers. It’s so weird knowing that they are just sitting in the next room. You tap your toes on the floor to the catchy beat of the song. “This is the one that really sent us here, kind of took off fast.” Danny states.

Just as the song begins to end the door opens across the room and Josh and Jake both look at each other confused as to what is happening. 

“Why, are we listening to our own music? Do we not listen to it enough?” Jake jokes.

Sam places his hands on his hips and says pointedly, “Well, someone told us that she hadn’t heard any of our songs, she didn’t even know the name of the band Jacob…”

“I was getting to it… seems you beat me there.” He says crossly. “Curtain though? She’s definitely more of a ‘Broken Bells’ girl…” he says.

“Shall we show her?” Sam asks the group, everyone looking at Josh.

“Alright fine but that’s it.” Josh replies taking off his jacket and throwing it on the couch.

Sam disappears to another room emerging with a bass, and Jakes acoustic guitar. Sam hands the guitar to Jake as he pulls hook ups towards the middle of the room and plugs into an amp, and Sam does the same.

Once everyone is settled and ready, Danny counts off and Jake begins to play, staring directly at you. You think you may have melted right into the floor. Slowly the other instruments begin to join in and Josh starts to softly sing. Towards the middle of the song, Jake yanks the cord from his acoustic and plugs it into his electric sitting on the stand, and starts to absolutely wail on his guitar. The way he is manipulating the strings, touching them in such a way, you would think he is caressing the body of his lover. As the song finishes, you stand there absolutely stunned that they can just pick up at a moments notice and play, like that. 

“I don’t even know what to say, I know I have been calling you a rock star facetiously, but now I am realizing that it’s actually true.” You say, “that was… incredible. I have never heard anything like that.” You finish.

“See I told you she was a Broken Bells girl…” Jake says jokingly to the guys as he unplugs his guitar and sets it back on the stand, the other guys packing it up too. 

“That’s enough for one day I think.” He says throwing his arm over your shoulders, as you make your way to the door. 

“How was the interview?” You ask. 

“Ahh same as usual darlin’ they all ask the same questions mostly.” He says dismissively.

Deciding to leave it at that you poke into his side, “I can’t believe you didn’t play me any of your songs before now. Im a little offended.” You joke.

“I promise I was going to, but how do you segue into ‘hey listen to how good my band is’?” He laughs.

“I guess you have a point. I did look you up on instagram though. You all look so different on stage.” You say.

“Yeah we do it up pretty big for shows.” he says as he opens the door to leave the building. Josh walks ahead starting the car trying to warm up the inside. You and Jake climb into the back seat and Josh pulls away heading back to their house. 

“Do you want to learn a new song when we get back?” Jake asks optimistically.

“I don’t know, do you think i’m ready?” You reply.

“Yeah, the one I have in mind is pretty easy. A good one to have in your repertoire.” He says smiling.

As you arrive back at the house Josh immediately puts an album on the record player, you recognize the opening notes immediately as ‘White Room’ by Cream. After a quick impromptu dance party in the living room with the guys, you and Jake go and sit in the music room and Jake tries to teach you a new chord you’ll need for the new song he wants to teach you. You are quite enjoying learning from Jake. He’s an excellent teacher, a big fan of showing rather than telling, which is your learning style as well. 

He is sitting on the floor, and you in the chair. He reaches up and shakes your wrist out, “relax” he says re-placing your hand back on the neck,  “If you don’t loosen this thing up your going to regret it over the next few days.”

Nodding your head in agreement, he then places your fingers on the strings to form the new chord. “Play” he says. You strum the strings and it sounds great. 

“Good, remove your hands and put it right back. Do it a few times.” He says watching, only slightly adjusting your middle finger once. 

He grabs his other acoustic and plays a the chord, plus a few others. Stringing them together slowly to demonstrate. Suddenly you recognize the song and your heart about bursts from your chest. He is teaching you how to play ‘Yellow��. Watching this beautiful man play one of your very favorite songs is something you commit to your core memories. 

“Okay, try it. I’ll call out the chords like last time.” He says patiently.

As you play the opening notes a small smile creeps across your face. Who knew a few days ago that you’d be sitting here playing songs when you could barely get a D chord right in the shop. What if he hadn’t been there? Why do you feel so drawn to him now? Continuing to play the notes that he calls out you nearly reach the end, when you urgently stand up placing his guitar on the stand and squatting down to the floor you sit on his lap straddling his legs.

Reaching a hand up you cup his jaw, “Why do you want to teach me this song?” You ask staring directly into his eyes. His hand reaches up and grabs your forearm rubbing it up and down. 

“It reminds me of you I guess, I don’t know…” he suddenly starts to get shy.

It’s not often Jake shows has shown you his shy side, usually he is smug and bossy, but when that wall breaks down a bit you see his true emotions.

Leaning over towards his lips you gently place a kiss right on the plush pink skin. He leans forwards kissing harder into you, almost like he was waiting for you to make a move on him. 

You wrap your legs around his back and continue to get deeply entangled with each other right there on the floor. Jakes kisses completely intoxicate your system, every new kiss pushing you little further from emotional sobriety, fighting the realization that you are completely drunk for him. 

Reaching his arms underneath your ass gripping your thighs he moves you both to kneel, and eventually standing, him bearing all your weigh within his arms. Jake is stronger than he looks carrying you out of the room, down the hallway and into his bedroom. Your lips never detaching from each others the entire distance, tongues melding together trying to become one. As you make it into the room your legs detach from his waist and stand weakly on the floor, he pushes the bedroom door shut with your body pressed against it. With both of his hands caging your head in he whispers into your ear “is this what you wanted darlin?” He asks in a sultry voice. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.” You reply firmly, knowing that he hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re already burning for him. You don’t care how he does it, you just need him to. He leans into you, his hard length pressing into your stomach through his jeans. 

“You want this?” He asks. 

“Please…” You respond. 

With that he is pulling your shirt over your head as you are unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, his lips plastered to yours, he moves on to your jeans unbuttoning them and helping you to shimmy them down your legs, you are standing in front of him in just your lacy bralette and underwear. 

You grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, showing his bare chest adorned with only his necklace. He kicks the jeans to the side of the room, and in one fail swoop he picks you up by your ass and throws you onto his bed, your body landing in the fluffy mountain of bedding. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, looking over you he takes in your body, in a way he has yet to see it. “Jesus…” he says. “Who knew that this was hiding under all those clothes.”

He leans over you placing open mouth kisses on your lower stomach. A shiver runs through your body and goosebumps begin to cover your skin. Your nipples harden in response to the contact on a normally untouched place. His head snaps up, “so my naughty little student wants me to fuck her huh?” He says. Your eyes widening at the sudden change of tone. Maybe he is as dark as you thought he was that first day. Playing along with his little game you respond. “Yes, she does… So bad.”

He continues kissing your stomach making his way upwards towards your face before stopping at the hem of your bralette. Dipping his pointer finger under the fabric and into a cup pulling the fabric down to let your breast spring free, before sliding his finger up the strap and pulling it down the side of your arm. He repeats the process with the other side, reverently kissing each side as he moves while you squirm underneath him.

“Eager are we?” He asks cockily kissing your neck. 

You weren’t exactly sure when it happened, and you were only partly sure when it started, but your feelings for Jake had skyrocketed in the last twenty four hours. The pull you were feeling to be close to him in this exact moment was stronger than any pull you’ve had to anything in your life. You knew there was a reason you were in that guitar shop, and you knew he was supposed to be there too. You snap back to the moment when the stinging pain of his teeth connecting your nipple rocks through your senses. A moan releasing out of your mouth loud enough to fill the room. 

Suddenly Jake jumps up from the bed and walks to the dresser, you sighing at the loss of contact. He turns on a bluetooth speaker connecting it to his phone. “Im sorry baby but there is no way my brother gets to hear those fucking sounds coming out of your mouth…they are mine. I’m going to turn this up and you are going to continue to make every one of those pretty little sounds, do you understand?” He says boldly. 

You nod your head. 

“Say it.” He demands. “Yes, I understand.” You reply, feeling your arousal settle in-between your legs.

“Good girl, now where was I?” He asks climbing back over you. The deep and electrically charged music begins to fill the room. 

‘Gonna give my heart away. Leave it to the other girls to play, for I’ve been a temptress too long, just give me a reason to love you…’

As you lose yourself in the feeling of his hands all over you and the message behind the lyrics you come to when you feel Jakes fingers hook under the band of your underwear and slide them down your legs. Its not long before his hands are unhooking your bra and throwing it to the side as well.

“Look at you, doll. Are you wet for me?” He says running one finger between your slit. Eyes fluttering up at him, he purses his lips. “Say it. Tell me.” He demands.

Licking your lips you respond. “I am so wet for you Jake…” 

“God damn. From the mouth of an angel.” He says continuing to explore your center. With a smirk crossing his lips,  two fingers plunge into your opening and your body arches in response.

“So responsive for me, such a good girl. Fuck…” He groans. “My dick is absolutely aching for you, tell me you want me to fuck you.” He begs.

“Say the words doll.” He says.

“Jake please please fuck me.” You beg. Kicking his boxers from his legs, letting his solid erection stand free, he grabs a condom from his side table and opens it with his teeth. Never breaking eye contact with you he rolls it onto the length of his dick.

He aligns himself with your entrance and pushes the tip in, you moaning at the contact you have been so desperately waiting for. As he pushes all the way inside of you, you both let out a groan as you adjust to the size of him inside of you.

The music adding the the thrilling pain of it as the lyrics sing to a place deep inside your mind.

‘I know, I know, I know I never, never, never, never gonna leave you, babe…but I got to go away from this place…’

As the song pace picks up, so does Jake moving in a faster inside of you, gyrating his hips in a way he is constantly reaching your g spot inside. You clenching around him with each graze of the nerves. “Fuck you feel so good baby” he huffs out.

He begins to pound into your center harder and harder, the headboard making contact with the wall behind it. 

His rough calloused hand finds its way to your throat gently applying pressure as gasp in pleasure. This is not something you’ve done before but you are immensely turned on by his boldness to try.

The restriction of air to your lungs adding to the fire growing in your stomach. “Oh baby you got that look in your eye. Im not done with you yet, you’re going to hold out for me a little longer.” He says slightly releasing his grip on your throat as your eyes begin to water down your face. “Say you understand” he says with gritted teeth. Barely able to breathe you choke out “I understand, sir.” tears freely falling down the sides of your face dripping onto Jakes hand.

“Look at those pretty fucking tears just for me.” He says with a deep penetrating thrust into your core. 

“You are so fucking gorgeous like this.” He says thrusting again and releasing his grip on your throat. 

Feeling yourself close to the edge you moan out his name.

“Jake, please I’m so close.” You cry, his lips crashing to yours stifling the words from being too loud.

“I am going to kiss you until the only name you can taste is mine. When you cry out in pleasure it will be my name that leaves this mouth, do you understand? I want to hear you.” He says, you almost cum from that statement alone.

Holding both of your hands over your head he drills into you faster and as deep as he can. His necklace swinging forward tapping your chin with every forward movement of his hips. Somehow the visual of this tipping you closer to your release.

“Jake i’m gonna, cum. Right now” you breath into his mouth. “Don’t stop” you cry.

Igniting inside of you like a firework, your orgasm rips through all the nerves in your body. All of your orgasms in your life not holding a single flame to this. Past lovers feeling like a dimly light sparkler compared to the full bursting firework happing inside of you. 

“Fuckkkk Jake…” you say hitting your peak and digging your heels into his calves, your fingers gripping into his hair.

Jake follows quickly behind you grunting into your neck with each spurt of his release. 

“Goddamn.” He says rolling off of you laying on his back. He has a sheen of sweat lightly glazing his tanned complexion, his chest moving up and down rapidly as he catches his breath. His hand feels around in the sheets searching for yours. He interlaces his fingers with yours and he brings your hand to his mouth kissing your shaking hand before laying it across his chest.

He takes the condom off knotting it and dropping it to the floor to deal with later. He pulls the heavy duvet cover up cover both of you before turning to his side and pulling you in to conform to his body. As you lay there with him he places a soft kiss behind your ear, saying all the things you both knew you wanted to say, but couldn’t. The soft melodies of Iron and Wine pulling you into slumber.

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